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Running with the Moon The moon’s lustrous glow seeped in through the heavy foliage. She could feel the power bubbling up inside her, slowly leaching into her bones. Every month she felt the call, slowly tingling through her body. She didn’t try to fight it, no, she only needed to delay it a moment longer, then it could come on and she would welcome it. She just needed to reach the glade. Her space. She was almost there. The glade was silent. The clearing amidst the trees allowed the moon to shine down full upon her. She could feel her senses sharpen under its majestic silvery rays. She threw down her cloak and stripped, leaving every inch of herself bare to the moon goddess that called to her. The cool night air wafting over her body, each hair standing on end. And the blessing came, as it always did. Slowly at first, a ripple here, a tingle there. Her eyes closed as she savored the dance of the wind upon her skin for the last time. She could feel the warmth in her belly now. The slow downy fur that slipped from her pores, that rich undercoat that kept her warm and snuggly. She felt delicious. Her ears pricked, and she could sense the changes move faster. Dropping to her knees she felt her hands clench and curl, shifting and becoming in tune with the ground she stood upon. Her hips cracked and popped, as her legs followed suit. Slowly she felt herself reach out, her nose rising towards the moon’s glow: reaching, stretching, pulling. She would smile if she could still, but opted for a loping grin showing all her new teeth. New scents crossed her nose. She licked it, savoring the musky odor of the others as they came. She let loose a baying howl, feeling her tail snake forth from her spine, signaling that the time to hunt was upon her once more.

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____

Shopping is a Pain “Damn it, Liz, why can’t I find pants that fit!” “Maybe because you’ve got a horse’s ass?” “Very funny. Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you need to joke about it!” “Who’s joking? Jill, you’ve got a giant horse butt, complete with a tail! Why are you surprised that most jeans aren’t going to fit your zip-code sized butt?” “There has to be something! I need pants damn it!” “Well, what about leggings?” “No way! They show off too much. Gives me a camel toe and makes my crotch boobs look really obvious.” “You could wear a long sweater over it, that’d look cute on you!” “I suppose, but I really want some nice jeans.” “Well, how about these?” “Those say they’re made for maternity.” “Yeah, I know you’re not preggers, but damn girl you’ve got some serious hips, and those crotch titties of yours need some space too, so how about you give them a try?” “Oh, okay, but damn it, no jokes about me getting knocked up. It’s hard enough to survive heat without thinking about popping out a foal.” “Alright, alright, now go try them on.” *** *** *** “How do they fit?” “Well, they fit okay, I guess. Not exactly flattering.” “Come on, show them a bit.” “Fine, let me do a turn. There’s not much room in here to do a proper turn.” “That’s because your butt is so wide.” “I wish you’d stop reminding me. I didn’t ask for a horse’s ass, you know.” “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. They look good, so, are you’re going to get them?” “Fuck, yes, I am! Check this out! They’ve got pockets! Real, motherfucking, pockets! Quick, grab me another couple pairs!” “You’d think you’d be more interested in the fact that your tail works with them, but alright, pockets it is. Not that I can blame you. I can’t remember the last time I found a decent set of jeans with actual pockets.”

Sluggish in the Morning “This is not funny, turn me back.” “No way! This is great!” “I swear Michael, when I get back to normal, I am going to make you pay.” “That gives me even less incentive to turn you back, you know.” “Ugh. There is no way I’m going out like this.” “Who said anything about going out?” “You’re not having sex with me either.” “You sure? I mean you kind of built for it right now.” “Having forty boobs does not make me built for sex.” “I disagree.” “You would. You always were a boob man.” “And very fine boobs they are.” “How am I even suppose to move like this? Ugh, what is that? Slime?” “Mucus, I think.” “That doesn’t make it any better. It’s getting all over my tits. Eww.” “I guess it’s so you can move easier.” “There is no way I’m dragging these nipples across the carpet. Do you know how much that will hurt?” “I think that’s why the mucus is there, to help you move. Just a little natural slip and slide” “Quit trying to be funny. This stuff will stain our carpet. We’d have to replace the whole damned house if I go dragging around.” “Well, I suppose we could stay in bed all day.” “You wish. Now change me back.” “Nah. I’m enjoying this. God you’ve got some great tits, Evie.” “Give me that wand!” “Why? You don’t even have any hands to hold it with. Hey! No biting!” “Mmmph.” “Wait, hold on! Give that back!” “Grrr.” “Ah! Quit that! You’re going to… oh shit.” “Let’s see how you like spending the day as a boob slug.” “Um, Evie, if we’re both boob slugs how are we going to change back?” “This was your idea. Figure it out. And quit trying to rub your boobs on me.” “Hey, it feels good.” “Damn it, Michael!” “Come on, relax, we can at least enjoy it for a little while, right?” “Damn it, you’re even hornier as a chick. Ugh, get your slimy tits off me. Do you ever think about anything other than sex?” “Does football count?” “No.”

Fish Again? “Really, dear, fish again?” “Urrr” “Yes, I know it’s all you eat now days, but do I have to eat it every night now, too?” “Urr, Urrrrr, Urrrr.” “I know, at least you cooked mine. I do appreciate that.” “Urrrrrrrr.” “I know. “Urrr, uurrrr, uuurrrr?” “Sorry, I’m just frustrated. When we got married, I was expecting, well, something different.” “Urrrr?” “No, I’m not mad at you for volunteering, the puffins needed to be saved. I get it. I just don’t think I was prepared for this.” “Urr. Urrrrrrr. Urr?” “No, it’s not you. I just, well, I just wasn’t expecting your dedication to require you to become… so different.” “Urr, urrr, urrrrrr, urr?” “Yes, I think the beak is cute, and I understand the importance of all the eggs you’ve contributed. Look, I’m sorry to bring it up. I know how important this is to you. But I thought we’d be fostering baby puffins from the colony or something, or just donating money. I was not expecting to have you lay eggs and hatch puffins.” “Urrr. Urrr.” “I’m sorry, alright, I really shouldn’t have brought it up. You didn’t know that signing on meant becoming a puffin woman.” “Urrrr.” “And, yes, I know it’s frustrating you’ve lost your voice. I’m just glad I still understand you.” “Urrr. Urrrr?” “Yes, I love you too, that hasn’t changed. I’ll always love you, beak and all.” “Urrr! Urrrr, uuurrr?” “Yes, I still find you sexy. But, can I please have something other than fish tomorrow?” “Urr.” “Fine, I’ll do the cooking tomorrow. Don’t get mad though when I decide to have chicken.” “Uurrr!” “Shit, sorry! It’s a joke! I promise, no chicken!” “Urrr, Urrr… UUURRRR!” “Huh? Oh crap, is it time again? What is this? The seventh egg this month? Shit, you might make top producer this quarter.” “Urrrrrr!” “Hold on, I’ll get the towels. Just let it come, I’ll be right back.” “Urrr.” “There’s my good puffin girl, one more for the species.” “Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” “Oh, feeling frisky now?” “Urrr, urr.” “As soon as I get the egg in the incubator, I will. I promise.”

Little Gene Pill “Are you sure you want to take that?” “Yeah, why not?” “Because last time you tripped out you ended up with nine tails and a muzzle.” “So? It was fun.” “Yeah, for you. I was up all night listening to you whine while you were in heat, and had to spend the next day cleaning up all the fur.” “Sorry. You really should let loose and try one, at least once.” “No thanks. I’d rather not risk spending the rest of my life as some random hybrid creature hell bent on humping everything from the lamp post to the postman’s leg.” “I’m not that bad, am I?” “See the stain in the carpet from the last time?” “Yeah, we’re not getting our deposit back, are we?” “Not likely. Can you at least be a little more careful? One of these day’s you’re going to end up stuck in some bizarre form forever. Hell, half the time I’m not even sure if you know what pill you’re taking.” “Relax, they’re just a gene pills, they’ll wear off. Besides, I got one of those assorted packs so I could be surprised.” “Uh-huh. Sure. I’m just saying that sometimes those shady supplier pills don’t wear off.” “Look, we all know the friend of a friend who is now a dog. I get it, there’s a oh my god rare chance that the pill is permanent. Would you quit nagging me about it?” “I’m just worried about you.” “You’re my friend, not my mom.” “You’re right, fine, take what you want.” “I will.” *** *** *** “Um, hi, Liz.” “You’d better have a good reason for calling me after that mess you made when you turned into, well, whatever the fuck you call a big titty snake woman with six arms and ten-foot wings.” “No idea, honestly. Look, sorry to call but I’ve got a problem.” “What now?” “I’m in jail.” “How the hell did you end up in jail?” “Uh, I kind of went a little, um, au natural in a public park and was arrested for indecent exposure.” “Damn it, Angie, I told you to behave when you took that shit. So, I should come bail your ass out?” “Well, that’d be nice, but there’s another problem.” “Oh, fuck, what now?” “Um, the pill hasn’t worn off.” “Shit. I warned you!”

Switch “Honey, where are the tampons?” “In the basket, behind the sink.” “Thank you!” “Are you alright?” “I’ll be fine, just need the tampon.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, dear.” “Okay then.” “Really, honey, I wish you’d warn me sometimes.” “About what?” “Being on your period.” “It’s your period now.” “Look, I don’t mind that the curse switches our genitals randomly, I mean it can be fun, but the least you can do is warn me when your auntie flow is visiting. It’s kind of a bitch to run for new pants in the middle of meetings. I’m lucky it didn’t hit until I was on my way home today.” “That’s why I told you to wear a pad, silly.” “I can’t wear a pad at work, someone might notice. Besides, if I don’t have your equipment down there, I don’t exactly need it, now do I? Anyway, it also chafes my balls to wear one when I’m not sporting your cunt.” “My balls now, dear.” “Uh-huh. Funny, they were mine until about half an hour ago.” “Hey, they are mine now, that’s all that matters. Want to see?” “No, and you aren’t getting any while I’ve got a tampon stuffed up my twat.” “Who said anything about that. There are other things.” “It’s always about the blow jobs with you, isn’t it?” “Of course! It’s so fun to see you down there sucking me off. It feels great too. Besides, if you had them right now, wouldn’t you want to blow job right now too?” “Touché.” “So, is that a yes I hear?” “Nope.” “Damn it. I’m already hard as a rock. Some days I don’t know how you stand it.” “Ha, I can see that. You know you can always just jerk off.” “That’s not as much fun.” “Yeah, I know that, but hey, fair play. I’m not in the mood, and I’ve got the pussy, so no sex.” “Spoil sport, it’s not like I can’t make that thing purr, you know.” “Not right now you don’t. I’m the one cramping here.” “Orgasms can help with that, you know.” “Maybe, but I am really not in the mood. Now where’d you put the Midol and the heating pad? I feel like someone kicked me.” “Under the sink, same as always.” “Thank you.” “Stupid curse, I get a rock-hard cock and I don’t even get to use it.”

Another New Recruit “You really did it!” “Yeah! I got the job!” “And it’s really? Not a prop?” “Hundred percent mine!” “Wow! Can I… Can I touch it?” “Sure, just be gentle, it’s really sensitive.” “Oh yeah it’s so soft, and smooth. I expected something, well, different. It’s warm too.” “Mmmhmm. Yeah.” “Don’t get weird on me.” “Sorry, it’s just really sensitive.” “Do your parents know?” “Yeah, they threw a fit, tried to ground me until I pointed out that it was staying whether or not I kept the job.” “Ooh, I bet. Your parents are pretty conservative, I’m amazed they didn’t lock you in the basement.” “Well, they were the ones that told me to get a job.” “Touche, I bet they’re regretting that now!” “Oh, I’m sure, but do you want to know a secret?” “Ooh, yes! I love secrets. What is it?” “I really love it. I mean it feels so good.” “I can believe it. I mean you just moaned when I barely touched it.” “Oh my god, you should get hired on too. I’m sure we could use another person. You wouldn’t believe how good this thing feels.” “Yeah, but the ears, the tail? I mean it’s a lot to take in.” “I know, I was a bit surprised it was real, but damn girl, look at this thing. It’s so sexy. It’s like, I don’t know, playing with my tits, but better.” “So, it just like fills with milk every day?” “Yeah, but it dehydrates you so you’ve got to drink a lot of water.” “What’s being milked like?” “Ever had a guy suck on your nipples during sex?” “Yeah, I guess. Feels pretty good.” “Well, this is better. It’s like a way better version of that.” “So, you think I really should?” “I do. It’s amoozing.” “Did you just moo?” “Yeah, it happens. You get used to it.” “What does your boyfriend think of all this?” “If he has complaints, he’s keeping them on the down low. I’ve been fucking his brains out every night after work. I’m telling you; it makes you so horny getting milked every day.” “Pun intended, oh miss horns?” “Sure, why not. Come on, I swear you’ll never regret it.” “I’d better not. Come on, let’s go find your manager.” “Awesome! Moo’ll love working at Udders!”

Going to the V-E-T “I can’t believe you’re making me do this, it’s so embarrassing.” “Relax, it won’t be that bad.” “For you! You’re not the one who is going to have to be treated like an animal.” “I don’t know what you’re getting all upset over, it’s just a wellness check-up.” “I want to go to a real doctor.” “He is a real doctor.” “I mean a human doctor.” “He is a human.” “Grr. I mean a doctor for humans.” “That would be fine if you were still human.” “I am still human, at least somewhat, I think. Besides, this was your idea.” “You were just as into it as I was. Besides, I didn’t know it was going to be permanent. Anyway, you seem to enjoy it.” “Just because I enjoy having a tail doesn’t mean I want to be treated like a mutt.” “But It is a cute tail.” “Don’t you try to sweet talk yourself out of this, mister.” “I’m not, I just think you’re still sexy, paws and all.” “I’m not a dog. I can still walk on two legs. Well, most of the time.” “So does an ostrich, but you don’t see them at the human doctor, either.” “Quit mocking me.” “Alright. But you must admit that you aren’t human now. Humans don’t, for example, have floppy ears on the tops of their heads or tails wagging from their butts.” “Whatever, you seem to like them just fine. I just don’t want him to treat me like I’m stupid.” “I won’t let him. Anything else?” “Ground rules, he is not taking my temperature up my butthole; and I get a say in what he can do and my care.” “I’m sure with the recent changes he’s got several clients like you by now. Relax, everything will be fine.” “Says you, you’re not the one in heat with eight throbbing nipples and a willingness to bend over and take it from anything that looks at you sideways.” “No, but I must admit I do enjoy that about you. This morning was quite fun.” “Wuff! Damn it! I hate when I do that.” “Alright, we’re here, ready to go walkies?!” “Ruff! Damn it! Yes, but I’m your wife, so don’t talk to me like I’m just some… pet! Now get that leash on me, I know the law.” “Yes, dear. But it’s so fun to watch your ears perk up when I say walkies.” “Grr, damn it. You are so going to fuck me senseless later after all this.” “I can live with that.”

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.”

The Transmuter His fingers twitched around the rim of his hat, and I could see the shake in his knees as he stood there. I suppose I should have felt more kindly disposed toward the man, but he was interrupting my work. I yawned, and vaguely listened to him. “Yer’ lor’ship, I truly hope you hear our pleas. We’re just poor folk.” The voice quavered. I held up a hand, stopping the continued sob story. He promptly shut his mouth. A wise move to be sure. I lowered my gaze, bending forward from my seat to look more closely at the man. I could smell his farm honed stink from where I sat. His rough clothes and poor manners. He was a fool to come here. “You do not have a choice. The land is mine. Pay the tax.” Maybe my voice is as harsh as people claim, maybe it’s the air of mystery that I carry, or maybe it’s just the sheer terror at what might happen, but the man just nodded. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed the news like it was a stone. I leaned back in my chair. The man still standing, waiting for me to dismiss him. I started to raise my hand to shoo him away, but then thought better of it. “Johan, was it?” I asked. “Yes, lord.” His voice quaked. He must have known the risk of coming. “You have taken away precious time from my work. There is a price to pay for that.” He swallowed hard, looking around the room, but there were no others to come to his defense. My stone warriors would rise to my defense, but were immutable otherwise, and my assistant’s tail lashed gleefully at the prospect of the impending punishment. My fingers twitched as I felt my magic gathering. The rise of power as my incantation began. I was never one for flashy magics, there were no bolts of power, or pyrotechnics. I found them superfluous. But I would make sure his village was reminded of their duty to me. The magic began to swell, and ripple outwards. I could feel it beginning to concentrate on him as I beckoned it to my will. The ripples in his aura began to warp as my will bent the forces to do my bidding. I ignored the first scream. He twitched as his face grew outward, his nose becoming more pronounced moment by moment as his jaw thrust forward. White fur crept over his face, and wooly white curls pressed from his skull, leaving his blonde hair cascading down to the floor. The magic ran its course quickly, popping out wide flat ears, and small curled horns that swept back over them. “Baa!” I waved my hand leisurely, satisfied with the results. “You may go. And if you ever cross me again, I’ll finish the job.” The sheep-man needed no more incentive. His hat still clutched in his hands, he turned and bolted through the doors of the antechamber with a bleating cry. *** *** *** Shaking my head slightly, I muttered. “Why must they always interrupt me?” “Master?” My assistant’s sultry voice echoed in the stone room. “Nothing,” She bobbed her head in acquiescence and started to withdraw, and I reconsidered. “Wait.” “Yes, master?” She pulled herself upright, her naked body on full display, no doubt the cause of much of my previous visitor’s discomfort. I had to admit she was one of my finest works. Slim and graceful still, like all elven kind she now sported a mixture of animal features. I pondered again if I wanted to change more. The delicate hooves from a unicorn sparkled where her feet once were, rising up slender shapely calves and hips. I’d given her a cow’s udder on a lark, but decided I rather enjoyed it, it made the bedroom romps interesting. I’d rounded her hips a bit more, giving a nice curve to her lithe body. A horse’s tail swished gently behind her. I pondered her breasts again. They were many times larger than her tiny elven ones, the nipples now permanently erect and hard in the cold air. Ram’s horns curled around the side of her head. Nice handles for when I wanted, though I’d left her ears alone save to make them even more pronounced. “Turn around.” “Your will, master.” Her tail swished. “Bend over.” She was as obedient as ever. She slowly bent herself at the hips, spreading her legs slightly. She’d lifted her tail to expose her sex. I pondered it a moment. I was looking for a little more fun. She, like many elven lasses had those very small nether lips, smooth, barely more than a slit. But I hungered for something more. I’d debated the heavy meaty lips I had found on many a human farm girl. Perhaps that would be a nice change here. I gathered my magic and sent it spiraling into her intimate parts. Pulling, stretching. The skin bulged, her delicate clit surging to split the line of her cleft. I doubled, then tripled the flesh, letting it surge between her thighs before I began to pull at those delicate intimate lips that nestled between. Soon they too split the seam making a wavey line of velvet as they cascaded from clit to arse. I watched her reaction. She reveled in the change, like all the others. Ironically it was she who had come to me about this. She was no slave or servant, but a woman who desperately loved to feel the magic change her body. “Mmmm. Oh, thank you, master.” She bit her lip and her stoic servant demeanor slipped a moment as she squeezed her thighs around the new thickness of her lips. There was a faint but auditable squelch as her juices ran. “Does master wish to use his servant now?” How could I say no? I took her by the hand, those long claws delicate as any other part of her, and led her away from the reception chamber to a more suitable space. She never disappointed. Her body, warped and bent by my magics, was a thing of pure sensuality as she climbed atop the bedding, bent forward to receive me with that luscious new pair of lips, tail raised high. She moaned softly in anticipation as I slid my fingers between the damp folds to inspect my own handiwork. Velvety soft, stretchy, they were thick and inviting, already engorged with her own heat. I slid my finger around her clit, now exposed from it’s delicate hood eliciting more sounds of contentment as she buried her head into the covers and wiggled her ass at me, begging me to take the plunge. I took a moment to reach below and tug on a teat and felt the slight dribble of warm milk on my fingers. She was really ready this morning. Not bothering to waste more time I dropped my own pants with little fanfare, and let my aroused member out to her satisfaction. Driving my cock into her I felt her body spasm and clench down as I began thrusting back and forth. Her pussy griped me like a hand, the silken skin pulling each time I slid back for another thrust. I wish I could say it took longer, but she was built to achieve and it was mere minutes before her body and mine shook with mutual satisfaction as she screamed into the pillows. Sated myself I rolled off her as she climbed atop me, slowly using those long nails to make tiny scratches across my chest before beginning to work on my balls and cock once more. I loved the sensation and was soon hard again. She only smiled as she adjusted herself and buried me once more in her steaming sex. I took a few moments to play with her udder, watching the milk drip from the teats, and then with her breasts. I watched as her back arched with each rise and fall of her hips, her mouth open with faint noises of pleasure at each motion. I lasted longer this time, probably not as long as she could go, but I could see her thighs trembling from her own orgasms, and I had felt it every time she’d borne down on my shaft. But twice seemed enough for her for now. Instead, she just sat atop me as I slowly slid out of her, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath making her breasts bounce and jiggle. “Oh, I needed that.” She purred. Her voice was never anything but sexy, but that was not my doing. She was blessed with that voice sheerly by dint of her race. “Maybe again in the lab later?” “Of course. Are you still happy with the choice you made to come be my apprentice? You’re not spending very much time on your studies.” “I am very happy with my choice, and I will learn the magic… eventually.” She poked my nose with one long nail gently. “I have centuries, you know.” I felt her rise off me, and felt the hot mess of our combined juices splatter across my leg. We both desperately needed to clean up. Thankfully a perk of my magic was that I’d created an indoor heated waterfall in a small antechamber to my room. It served as a lovely bath, and we both enjoyed the benefits. Not that I made it all about being clean. I took more than a few moments to fondle her breasts and play with her tail. I also took extra special care to make sure she got properly clean, including a few inspections that made her shiver again. Finally, satisfied for the time I waved my hand to float two towels over. She gratefully took one and started to dry her self off. As she was drying her hocks she gave me a wonderful view of her newest anatomical changes. She merely smiled and gave me a look, “What are you thinking of?” “I was just thinking, maybe a set of wings.” “Ooh, I’d like that… master.” She cooed as she slipped back into her role as my servant and apprentice.

Endangered Species Mita peered into the viewing globe making notes on a clipboard. Her lab partner T'Rhere was jotting down notes from a few dusty old tomes. Mita was, in her mind, a rather plain looking human; she could walk into a crowd and basically disappear. Average height, a plain face, dirty brown hair, a small bust. If she wore glasses, she knew she would be the stereotypical mage-geek type. T'Rhere was much the same, for her species at least. A rather watered down Renakana, she had very few feline features, just the ears on her head, and the fluffy tail that trailed behind her, the fur on both a dull brown with slightly darker stripes. Hair the same color as her fur, lacking the stripes, but having her bangs the darker color of her stripes. Otherwise she looks much like Mita, if you took away the ears and tail, they could pass for sisters. T'Rhere had the bigger breasts of the two. Mita knew her best friend was on some sort of hormone therapy for something or other. Mita supposed it was too painful to talk about, because T'Rhere had never mentioned it. But the oft-appearing wet spots on the front of T'Rhere's shirts showed that she was lactating. The Renakana wasn't pregnant, if anything she'd lost weight, growing leaner in the past few months. Whatever it was it was helping T'Rhere tremendously, as Mita notice the catgirl was smiling more often, even if she did vanish throughout the day repeatedly, presumably to milk herself and change shirts. In an enclosure on one side of the room, which led out to an environmental exhibit at the Sheridan Zoo, were their four test subjects, Jeka and Rykur, the tigers, and Doka and Takur, the lions. The females were given four letter names, the males five. Well... the original males and females, since they were all the same gender now due to Mita and T'Rhere's project. To help combat the declining natural populations of the great cats, the two had asked for funding from the notoriously stingy Sheridan Mage's College for their experiments. So far everything was according to schedule and right on track. All four of the big cats were now hermaphrodites, and judging from the tests Mita just finished, were viable as both males and females. Now all they had to do was wait for them to mate. They kept the two species together to help with costs, their little two girl project couldn't afford separate housing at the zoo, and several rich donators were willing to pay well for any hybrid kittens that came about from cross-breeding. Due to that, Mita and T'Rhere had to deviate from their original plan. They had to bring in a druid to domesticate the great beasts; the four had been magically domesticated, down to the genetic level. Mita didn't really like that, although T'Rhere was grateful for the change. The four were far less dangerous to be around, and quite affectionate. They also had acquired the housecat ability to hear a food container being opened in a thousand foot radius. The two had worked out a number of additionals to help the wild populations to grow. The four had a more efficient metabolism; they had to eat less and less often which would mean that they wouldn't have to hunt as much. They also produced more milk, and had more cubs per litter; at least they ought to. The cubs would be born smaller, but would grow a little faster to compensate. Rather then two or three, the four ought to have litters of closer to six. T'Rhere tapped her partner on the shoulder and nodded to the window. Mita smiled, Rykur and Takur were mating. They should be able to test for pregnancy in a few days. Over in the corner Mita could see Doka offer hirself to Jeka. Mita jumped into the air in celebration. "We did it!" she says with a smile. T'Rhere nodded, brushing the wrinkles out of her lab coat and skirt, straightening the collar. "Well, in a few days we're going to have to go in front of a bunch of stuck old men with long gray beards and tell him their kitties are fucking." jokes Mita. Mita chuckled over the image. T'Rhere strikes her most dignified pose, puffing her chest out. "'Ladies and gentlemen of the council, I would like to report that our projects are lustily engaged in the act of mating.' That's where Garbolduk will stand up and say 'Wot the 'ell are th' sayin?'" Garbolduk was a Kobold, not particularly bright at that, but he knew magic and could teach magic without killing the students, so he was a part of the college. Behind his students referred to him as 'Garbage Truck.' Mita cleared her throat, and said in her best Kobold accent. "Th' kitties 'r fuckin'!" she repeats, throwing her arms around T'Rhere and hugging her close. Mita feels a warm wetness on her shirt, and T'Rhere pulls away, bright red in the face. "I'm sorry, Mita! Here, let me clean that up!" T'Rhere grabbed a few paper towels and began pressing them against Mita's chest. Mita slapped her hands. "Stop that!" she said with a giggle, taking the towels. "I can do it myself! Yeesh! If you were a man, T'Rhere I'd accuse you of copping a feel." Mita pushed the paper towels back at T'Rhere. "I think you need these more then I do!" T'Rhere began dabbing herself, her milk having leaked just about all the way down her front. "I've been waiting for the right time to tell you about this, Mita, and I will. But first let's celebrate! That bottle of non-alcoholic wine we have the break room is about to turn to vinegar by now, I'm sure!" T'Rhere said, her tail swishing happily behind her, taking Mita by the hand and rushing off to the break room. The bottle was still there, more then likely because it's pretty much funny tasting grape juice. T'Rhere popped it open and takes a long drink for the bottle. Mita rolls her eyes. "Oh great, now it's got kitty-girl germs all over it. Now what am I going to drink out of?" T'Rhere thought for a moment. "I'll be right back!" T'Rhere said, running down the hall to their lab, the bottle in hand. She returned a few moments later, the bottle gone, the wine having been poured out into a pair of big beakers. Mita sighed. "T'Rhere, how many times have I told you not to drink out of those?" T'Rhere stuck out her tongue. "I washed them though, real good in boiling hot water! Are you afraid of a little kitty spooge in your belly? C'mon! I'll race you!" T'Rhere shoved the beaker into Mita's hands. "T'Rhere, I can't drink all of..." T'Rhere raises the beaker to her lips and began to chug. "FINE!" Mita growled playfully, and downs the whole thing in a few big gulps, placing the beaker down on the table next to her, before T'Rhere is even half done. Mita leaned down and takes a deep breath. Her eyes notice a small puddle at T'Rhere's feet. T'Rhere licked her lips and looks at Mita hungrily. "Me." she said with a smile. "You? What do you mean y... MMMMRRRGH!" before Mita can finish the sentence T'Rhere threw herself at the human girl, pushing her up against the wall, the Renakana's lips pressed against hers, the rough feline tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. Mita was stunned into inaction for a few moments, but her shock was broken when T'Rhere slid a hand under Mita's shirt and began rubbing one of her breasts. Mita shoved the Renakana away. "T'Rhere! What's gotten into you?!" T'Rhere licked her lips, the taste of Mita on them. "I want to make love to you, Mita, right now." T'Rhere lunged at the human again. Mita yelped and steps behind a table, putting it between the sex-crazed catgirl. "T'Rhere, I can't!" Mita explained, the hungry look in T'Rhere's eyes intensifying. "Why not?" the Renakana asked, pleadingly. "'Cause! I'm a girl, and so are you!" Mita's eyes widened, feeling a fur covered sack, housing two testicles, a furry sheath, and a thick, hard, huge, throbbing cat-cock. T'Rhere's cock felt just like one of the cat's, but much bigger, Mita familiar with the feel due to the need to collect sperm samples from the animals. T'Rhere ran hir tongue over Mita's neck and shoulder, unbuttoning hir lab coat and shirt, pulling Mita's other hand up against hir chest. The human gasped, feeling two rows of six tiny breasts on T'Rhere's belly, nipples dripping with milk. T'Rhere lowered hir head between Mita's legs, ducking under her skirt, hir tongue tracing Mita's womanhood through the fabric of hir panties. T'Rhere seized them in hir fangs, tearing them off. Shi pulled Mita's shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, and tore open the human's brassiere, cupping the small breasts within. The Renakana pressed her mouth against Mita's again, finding no resistance. Mita wrapped her arms around T'Rhere's neck, pulling the cat-herm in tightly, thrusting her tongue between her friend's lips. T'Rhere took a hand off the human's chest, using it to maneuver hir cock to Mita's wet cunt. Shi teased the human, running the head of hir length over the human's clit and labia, before sliding it in slightly, lowering hir head to lick at Mita's exposed nipples. Mita regained her senses, pushing the Renakana away. "NO!" she shouted. "I don't want to do this!" T'Rhere's eyes filled with tears and shi dropped to the ground. "I'm sorry, Mita. I... I just can't control myself since... since..." shi sobbed. Mita sat down next to hir, putting her arm around the cat-herm's shoulders. "You took the change elixir, didn't you?" T'Rhere just nodded in reply. "When? How?" T'Rhere sniffled. "You remember how you kept telling me not to make cocoa in the lab beakers?" Mita nodded. "Yes." "You remember how much Sample 3 looked like milk?" "Yes." "You remember how I lied when I said I knocked Sample 3 down the drain six months ago?" Mita sighed. Sample 3 had been the first batch of the formula that they finally used on the cats to initiate their herminfication and bodily changes. It had set them back three months when T'Rhere had accidentally knocked it over. "Well, I was making cocoa one night, and I forgot which shelf I put the milk on, and you know how the tape won't stick to the damn beakers in the fridge?" "Oh T'Rhere! How much did you drink?" The Renakana gulped. "All of it." "Oh gods, T'Rhere! That was enough for all four cats!" T'Rhere pulled hir length out from under hir skirt, about a foot and a half long, looking very large despite hir six foot frame. Shi circled a hand around hir member, barely able to have hir fingers meet, and begins stroking. "Oh, T'Rhere, don't do that! We have to think about how to fix you." Mita scolded. T'Rhere mewled as Mita pulls hir hand away. "I can't help it, Mita! I'm in heat." Mita shook her head. "Renakana don't go into heat!" T'Rhere began jerking hirself off again. "The formula was designed to add that aspect to a male, remember?" With a sudden move T'Rhere shoved Mita down on the floor, jumping on top of her. "I go into the bathroom and play with myself so much, Mita. I milk myself, I finger myself, gods, I even suck myself. It feels soooo good. I don't want to be fixed. I love what our formula has done to me, and I love you, Mita. I need you. I need to put my cock in you. Touching myself doesn't help any more. All I can think about is you, you and your cute little breasts, your tight butt, and driving my rod into your sopping wet pussy." T'Rhere began to cry. "If I can't have you, Mita, I don't know what I'll do!" the cat-herm sobbed, rubbing hir length against Mita's tightly pressed thighs. Mita tried to shove the Renakana off, but only succeeded in allowing T'Rhere to pin both of her wrists above her head with a too-strong hand, another effect of the formula, more efficient, hence stronger, muscle function. The heat stricken herm slipped hir other hand down between Mita's legs, spreading them apart. Shi placed hir aching length slowly inside of the human. Mita tried to scream, but T'Rhere's hand clamped over her mouth before she could do so. "Mmmm, Mita, this feels so good, better then I ever imagined. I'm so glad you can take me. You must be using that big plastic horse thing I got you as a joke." T'Rhere purr-chuckled, licking Mita's face. T'Rhere pulled out slowly, the spines on hir cock tickling Mita's tunnel. "Oh gods, Mita, this feels incredible. I've been holding back all day for this." T'Rhere licked the tears from the human's face. "Don't cry, Mita, I know it hurts a little bit at first, but you'll get used to the spines in a few days." T'Rhere purred, trying to comfort hir chosen mate. "Murrrr, just think, here you were, worried about dirty beakers, and about to get a bellyful of kitty-cum anyway. Mmyyyyeeeeeer! Won't that feel soooo nice, Mita? Being full of nice, warm, kitty-cum?" T'Rhere's breaths became panting gasps, thrusting faster and faster into the human beneath hir. T'Rhere pulled her hands off Mita, pushing hirself up so shi can drive hir cock as deep into Mita as shi can, filling her with jet after jet of hir seed. T'Rhere rocked back onto hir knees, trying to catch hir breath, hir cock softening inside Mita. "Oh thank, you, Mita, thank you the felt soooo.... ARGH!" Mita swung at T'Rhere, her fist connecting with the side of the Renakana's face, knocking hir on back, hir remaining length sliding out of Mita with an audible pop. "BITCH!" Mita yelled, getting to her feet. T'Rhere looked up at the human, rubbing her face where a bruise is already forming. "M-M-M-Mita....?" T'Rhere stuttered, not understanding. Mita kicked hir in the gut slammed her head against the ground. "You fucking RAPED me, you cat-freak slut! I thought you were my friend! Goodbye!" The human turned and stamped off down the hall. The Renakana's pained wails audible, followed by her pained footsteps, trying to follow. Mita ducked into the lab, hiding underneath one of the workstations farthest away from the door. "Mita, please! I'm sooooooorrrryyyy!" T'Rhere howled. The Renakana stumbled into the lab, looking around for the human. Shi checked under a few workstations, then collapsed with a sob against the refrigerator. Mita coulc hear hir mumbling something to hirself, followed by some digging through a drawer and the sound of a pencil on paper. She peered over the counter to see T'Rhere pulling something out of the fridge; something that shi'd been working on as a side project to help get additional funds for their primary goal. The Renakana held it in hir hand for a moment then looks down at the piece of paper shi wrote on, then at the once more hardening length of hir big, black cat-cock. With a snuffle and a sob shi downed the green fluid, colored that way so it wouldn't be mistaken for something else. Shi looked down at the floor, and then writes something else at the bottom of the note. T'Rhere began to strip off hir remaining clothes, throwing them in the trash. Shi walked to the door and looks around the lab sadly, as if seeing it for the last time. The Renakana closed the door and walked away. Mita slowly emerged from under the table, watching the door anxiously. She walked to the counter by he fridge and looks down at the note. "To Mita," it read. "I'm sorry for the horrible thing I did to you. I realize that I'm a danger to you for as long as we'd ever be in contact. I cannot stand the thought of you being hurt by my actions. I love you, Mita. I wanted you to be my life-mate. But I know now that it was a stupid fantasy. You're a human, and I'm not even a Renakana anymore, just some oversexed cat-beast that happens to walk around on two legs. I can't live with the knowledge that I've caused you such deep physical and emotional pain. I know you hate me now, and I understand. I've taken the whole of the side project that I was working on, the amount of it, combined with the numerous spells that have gone into it's creation leave me optimistic that by the time you come across this note, the Renakana you knew as T'Rhere will be gone, and a bestial, unthinking creature fitting to the feelings that have built up inside me these last few months will be all the remains. The amount of liquid I've taken will hopefully take away any vestiges of sentience and intelligence in me. I've switched the door to the enclosure to code only, as with the physiology I'll soon have, will be unable to press the digits with my paws. I hope that you will soon be able to forget about me and get on with your life. The money in my savings (under a loose board in my closet) and not having to pay my salary ought to be able to allow you to purchase replacements for the animals you lose from this. Goodbye, Mita. I'm so sorry." T'Rhere's signature was hastily scrawled at the bottom. "PS: You leaked a trail across the floor. I put the lab door on ten-minute time lock, more time then I need to carry out my punishment for doing the awful thing I did. I love you, Mita." Mita darted to the door, the time lock put in place there so that equipment couldn't be easily stolen from offices at night, or crucial experiments interrupted by a janitor barging in. As written, it was locked and engaged, the tiny runes engraved in the door knob glowing softly and shifting to count the time down. She ran to the window, where the thick plastiglass window separated the lab from the enclosure. She could see Rykur and Takur, the two originally males, easily recognized by their much larger size, rubbing against a crying, seated T'Rhere. Shi was crying, and rubbing hir shaft. Rykur dropped down, raising hir hindquarters in the air. T'Rhere smiled, and petted hir, standing up and slowly sliding hir length into the animal's cunt. The human's jaw dropped at the sight of T'Rhere mating with the big cat. Rykur lowered hirself entirely to the ground, making it much easier for T'Rhere to thrust into hir. The Renakana leaned forward as much as possible. Mita's eyes widened, seeing T'Rhere positioning hirself to allow the lion access to hir womanhood. Takur accepted the invitation, the lion's shaft penetrating T'Rhere easily. Takur was big enough, just barely, for hir paws to reach the ground, and not have hir weight on top of T'Rhere. The Renakana's tears had stopped. Hir eyes closed, hir mouth spreading into a smile. Shi looked like shi was enjoying hirself. Takur stepped forward, seizing Rykur by the scruff of the neck, sandwiching T'Rhere between the two huge, furry bodies. Mita couldn't turn her eyes away from the coupling, finding it disgusting, but she had no clue what T'Rhere's writings meant. T'Rhere's body began to glow a with a white light after about thirty seconds, the light intensifying as the mating goes on. The glow quickly spread to the loins of the two cats, after about a minute all the bodies of all three are completely encompassed by the light, which was growing brighter. Mita was forced to turn her eyes away. Through the window she heard Rykur roar as shi came, as well as T'Rhere's "MEEEYOOOOOR!" of pleasure, the unmistakable lion's roar soon followed. The glow began to fade. Mita could see the slight shadow in the light of the trio piled atop one another, and then the shadow began to change shape, growing thinner, and longer. Mita's eyes widened in horror. She rushed to the sink where the beaker T'Rhere drank from lay. It had no label. She opened the fridge and finds a long strip of tape having fallen off, the thick black marker on the white tape reading "Chimera Union Project." Mita shuddered. T'Rhere, Rykur, and Takur were fusing into a single body. With a soft click Mita heard the door's time lock snap off. She was there in an instant, opening the door and rushing into the hallway. It took three tries before she managed to push the buttons for the numeric code to open the door, but she managed. Mita stepped in cautiously, only to find a huge, tawny furred creature hunched in the corner, crying. "T'Rhere? Are you still you?" Mita asked. The gargantuan creature, even seated shi was almost as tall as Mita, waved a paw-hand in a shooing motion. "Go 'way, Mita." it rumbled, its voice deep. "It didn't work. I'm still here, and I'm even more dangerous. Run away and lock the door behind you." T'Rhere sobbed again, a quiet, low sound. The human walked over and knelt down in front of the beast, looking over T'Rhere's new body. Shi was covered from head to toe in fur, a dark brown in color, with darker stripes, the fur turning to white on her belly, thighs, and neck. A huge tail, longer then Mita was tall, lay limp on the ground. T'Rhere had hir knees pulled up to hir chest, massive digigrade legs ending in titanic paws. T'Rhere had hir feet claws out. Mita took T'Rhere by the hand, a hand which balled up would be larger then her head. She strokes the soft fur on the back gently. She felt the smooth leathery palm and comparatively tiny pads on the first joint of each finger. They were big, and very, very paw-like, but still functional hands. T'Rhere moved to cover hir face with hir paws and turned toward the corner. "Come back tomorrow, Mita. I ought to have the mind of an animal by then, I still have two more tries, if I make up another sample of the stuff." Mita stroked T'Rhere gently behind the ears, running her fingers through the black mane covering the Renakana's neck, shoulders, and upper back. "Don't do that, please." Mita said softly. "C'mon, let me see what you've done to yourself, kitty-girl." But the most startling change was the ligress' belly, protruding roundly, out of contrast with the heavily muscled form around it. T'Rhere sighed. "Great, I'm fat." Mita shook her head. "No, T'Rhere, I think you're pregnant." T'Rhere blue eyes, the only unchanged thing Mita could see on the massive cat-herm's body widened in surprise. T'Rhere closed hir eyes for a second, her lips moving silently. "Yes, the interaction of the two formulae would have made any conceived cubs quickly mature to a more advanced state." T'Rhere ran a hand over hir belly in wonder. "It would explain why I don't feel in heat anymore." T'Rhere rubbed hir chin, thinking. "Well at least we know that everything we made works. So we can... ooooh!" T'Rhere moaned as Mita rubbed up against hir shaft. "M-Mita! What are you doing?" T'Rhere asked, the little human dropping her shirt and lab coat on the floor, squeezing her breasts and licking them. "I dunno, kitty-lover, but it feels good." T'Rhere's eyes widened. "Oh Mita, forgive me. Gods, I... I... I was out of my mind with lust, I didn't know what I was doing!" Mita yelped as a long tail grew quickly from the base of her spine. Bright orange fur, accompanied by white stripes quickly sprouting along the length, the tip ending in a brilliant white tuft. Mita fixed T'Rhere with a lustful glare. "You gave me Sample 4, didn't you?" she grumbled, her ears growing triangular, larger, and higher on her head, sprouting fur as well. "Y-y-yes." T'Rhere stuttered. Mita licked her muzzle with a new feline tongue, running it over feline fangs. "How much did you give me, you silly cat?" the changing Human asked, playfully squeezing the mammoth cat-herm's balls. " A-A-All of it." T'Rhere said sheepishly, looking at the ground. Mita's legs transformed with audible pops and cracks. She looked down at them with amusement, flexing the muscles that slid her claws in and out. "Oh good." she purred, beginning to stroke her now black, and swelling clitty. "G-g-good?!" T'Rhere sputtered. Mita caressed one of her new breasts, tiny and nothing more then a slight raise centered around a nipple. Shi wrapped hir hand around hir still growing length and began stroking. "Murrrr, you were right, T'Rhere, this does feel good." the changing girl purred, stepping forward and snuggling into the Renakana's ample cleavage. "Good 'cause I'm going to be big enough to fill you up." said Mita, punctuating hir word with a suck on one of T'Rhere's nipples. "Mmmm, nice 'n sweet." shi purred, licking stray milk from hir lips. "So you're not mad at me anymore?" T'Rhere asked with big, pleading eyes. "Murrrr, of course not. I understand how you felt." She stepped back from T'Rhere, stroking a shaft three quarters the size of the huge kitten's. "Having this thing aching for hours and hours, I'd be ready to jump anybody who walked down the hall too." The tigress knelt, sliding hir length into the Renakana. "So you're not mad that I m-m-made you like me?" Mita just laughed, running a paw through hir golden fur. "You probably ought to ask that question when I'm NOT feeling open to make love with anything that's a mammal and moving." Mita shook hir head and smiles. "Myrrrrr, but right now? I don't really mind. It feels nice. And besides, murrrrr, now we're a matching pair." Mita stretched strong feline muscles. "So if you still want to be life-mates, it'll work now." the tigress said, arching hir back as shi thrusts into T'Rhere once more. "Y-y-you mean it?" T'Rhere said, hir eyes brightening. "Sure, I'm more of a Renakana now then you were when you asked, so why not?" Mita tickled T'Rhere nose with hir tail. "Besides, I think I'm going to be swelling with cubs after not too long." T'Rhere blinked. "How, murrrr, can you tell?" Mita kissed T'Rhere's paw. "I've got some minor druidic skills if you recall, I can feel the life growing inside me." "H-h-how did it happen? I mean you weren't..." "I was. I started to change the moment I drank that stuff, and you mated me and filled me with your wonderful, myrrr, kitty-cum, and you know darn well how the feline reproductive system that crap gave me works. Drop an egg or two after mating." Mita's body tensed, her mouth opening to give nothing more then a soft gasp as hir new cock spasmed. Shi pulled from T'Rhere trying to catch some of hir seed in hir mouth, eventually succeeding, but managed to coat hir face and most of hir chest with the hot, white goo in the process. The tigress lay back purring contentedly, stroking hir manhood, milking it for every drop of cum, making an even bigger mess of hir chestfur. T'Rhere grabbed the little tiger by the tail and pulled hir close, impaling hir on hir own shaft. The huge liger rubbed all six of Mita's smaller breasts with one big paw as shi thrust into Mita, the other paw with two fingers buried inside hir own snatch. The tigress just lay back, almost burying hirself in the liger's ample cleavage. The tigress slid back, a breast on either side of hir head, hir arms between the shoulder and elbow unseen, sandwiched between two mammoth mammaries each. Mita reached up, milking the massive Renakana. Both too absorbed in the feelings of their new feline bodies to speak, both just let their instinct takes over. Mita opened hir eyes, feeling something warm, wet, and rough being rubbed against hir member. Shi looked down to find Jeka, the female tiger, cleaning the stray seed from hir shaft. The non-anthro tiger turned and offering hirself to Mita. Thoughts flashed through Mita's mind. Jeka was an animal, while shi was a human, it's wasn't right. Then Jeka backed up, taking Mita inside hir. Mita purrs, it sure felt right. Having both hir maleness and femaleness mated at the same time quickly drove Mita to the point of animal passion, shi was desperate to cum. Shi growled hir frustration, rubbing hir body against the tigress' sexy striped fur. Mita heard a low growl rising in T'Rhere's throat that soon built to a full roar as shi came, cock and cunt both erupting with hot cat-cum. The feeling of being filled once again drove Mita over the edge, hir own cock squirt jets of hir semen into Jeka. Mita purred and snuggled into Jeka's soft backfur. T'Rhere patted Mita on the back. "I'm going to get something to eat." shi rumbled. "I'm starving." Mita flinched as a sharp pain accompanied the big liger pulling out. Shi lay there purring for a while, before feeling a cold nose and a wet lick on hir femsex, it was the lioness, Doka, apparently feeling left out. Mita lifted hir tail, allowing the herm lion access to hir. Just then a fact shi learned when studying the species of hir non-anthro mates pops into hir mind. Tigers and lions were capable of mating nearly one hundred times a day. Mita gasped as shi felt the lioness enter hir. It was going to be a fun couple of hours, but shi was definitely going to be sore in the morning.

The bedroom door was locked, completing the soundproof seal that would keep the neighbors from complaining too much about what was going on inside their bedroom. The couple had learned their lessons from the last few times they’d gone overboard and had the police called on them for “disrupting the peace”, whatever that meant, and seeing as they weren’t going to stop engaging in their favourite roleplay, some investment in soundproof foam was required. With their sanctum thus prepared, Andy climbed onto the bed that Rebecca was waiting for him on, his legs on either side of her, his hands on his hips; that night, he had decided not to look down, preferring instead to move forward just enough that his cock and balls hung close to his partner’s face, giving her something to go off from when it came time to turn on the praise, for that was the whole point of the exercise: Andy got to experience what it was like to be treated like a breeder god, Rebecca got to live out her fantasies of being a pliable, obedient submissive to a deity of incalculable power, and then the two of them could fuck hard enough not to be able to walk properly before collapsing from exhaustion and waking up feeling sore the day after, just like every other time. They didn’t even bother wearing clothes around the house anymore, what with Rebecca insisting that they take their roleplay to a new level and incorporate it into every aspect of their domestic life, leaving the “harder” stuff for the bedroom. Hence why the door was locked. Once in place, all Andy had to do was stand proud and display his junk for his mate to play with, counting the minutes until her hands began to explore other parts of him; the fox made sure to keep his body in tip-top shape just for Rebecca, knowing as he did how much she adored tracing her fingers across his well-defined, toned musculature, rock-solid pecs and cheese-grating abs. It took a lot of time out of his day to keep that physique, but it was all worth it in the end; not just for how much his partner swooned at the mere sight of him, but also the fact that nothing he wore fit him anymore, and any shirt he managed to put on would be so skintight that pretty much everyone he met had to either stare at him or comment on how much of a hunk he was. Months, years of dedication had gone into chiselling that perfect body, and now he was reaping the benefits from it on a daily basis; he couldn’t be happier. As usual, things started off pretty tame, with Rebecca moaning like a needy slut as she pressed her face against his shaft and cupped both of his nuts with her hands, rubbing herself against it as she barely managed to put two words together, let alone form coherent sentences. Long gone were the days where she would shower him in verbal praise, proclaiming him to be a god amongst men, a titan of perfection unsurpassed by any other; Andy would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it in some degree, but this new version of his mate was quite a bit more enjoyable in its own way, if he had to be honest. No words, no time wasted, just getting down to what mattered without a moment’s hesitation, shoving her face against his base and basking in the strong, musky scent as her ability to think coherent thoughts was slowly chipped away and replaced with blind obedience and a delectably malleable, submissive mindstate. He liked to carefully move his hand behind her head just so he could push her even closer, at times flattening the side of her head against his package in order for her to hear his heartbeat through it; the sight of Rebecca literally drooling as her eyes grew glazed and unfocused did more for him than any word of adoration could, and he lived for those moments, lived for the realization that this woman, who had once been as feisty in the bedroom as him, was now more than happy to lie there and obey any command he might give her, even if she liked to pretend it was all roleplay once the locked door was open again. But Andy knew better; it hadn’t been him who suggested they take the “roleplay” to the rest of their daily routine after all, nor had it been him who made it a habit of splaying all over his body and begging to be fucked like an animal. That was all Rebecca, and as much as she liked to claim otherwise, it was clear that her submissiveness had transcended the realm of fantasy and become a fundamental part of her. Just as he liked it. That night felt different, however. The hunky fox didn’t quite know why or how, but it wasn’t like any other of their bedroom roleplay sessions; he had already felt surprisingly good that day, far more than usual, to the point where it was beginning to genuinely concern him. Had someone spiked his drink with something? He didn’t usually feel like he could walk up to a car and lift it up, nor did he normally want to do it just to prove he could; yet, for some reason, that day had been filled with those sorts of thoughts, with him wanting to show off to everyone who could see him that he was, indeed, a burgeoning fox god who could take all comers and come out the other end without even breaking a sweat. This extended to the bedroom as well, with his ministrations being significantly rougher than usual; Rebecca wasn’t being harmed, but she never quite had her head stuffed against those balls that hard before, nor had she had the opportunity to hear them churning so loudly, nor had she felt her mate’s cock throbbing so powerfully. To be frank, it was the vixen who felt it coming before the fox did, given that the latter was too busy biting his tongue to keep himself from moaning like a desperate, horny slut himself. The first change came when Rebecca allowed herself the luxury of licking that massive rod, turgid and hardened to the point where, if she were stupid enough to take it into her mouth, it could probably bulge out a significant chunk of her throat. Instead, the vixen ran her tongue from the very base up to the top, marvelling at the sounds it was making; its leathery skin creaked and groaned like plastic being stretched, and indeed Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that it took her a little bit more time to reach the tip than it usually did, almost as if her licking the damned thing had made it grow longer. The two balls she held in her hands were heavier as well, weighing down just enough that she could tell the difference; whatever was happening to Andy’s body, he was finally becoming as virile as she liked to imagine him being, so she wasn’t going to say anything to complain, lest it… well, stop. That’d be terrible. The rest of Andy wasn’t too far behind, though not as exaggerated as his male assets had been, seeing as his physique was already as close to perfect as a mortal man could be; still, there were a few blemishes that could be fixed, minor imperfections that stood in the way of him becoming a perfect ten, not to mention a little more padding along the biceps just to make sure his muscles were the real center of attention, not that throbbing cock of his. With a single breath, Andy’s torso expanded to make room for even more muscle mass, his arms growing thicker and more powerful, along with his legs gaining enough weight to make the bed groan underneath the strain of it; very little of it was fat, giving him an Adonis-like appearance that only made Rebecca’s ability to resist his allure fail even harder than before. The vixen wanted to say something, but no matter how hard she tried, nothing came out but incoherent babbling and pseudo-words that sounded suspiciously like her murmuring “big…” over and over again; as far as Andy was concerned, this was exactly what he was looking for in his mate, and the fox was so engrossed in the sudden display of adulation that he failed to notice how his body was changing right in front of his eyes. The sense of power didn’t go away though, and neither did the sounds coming from his bed; as much as Andy might be blind to the fact that he was now growing outwards at a steady pace, he couldn’t ignore the thing he was standing on complaining so loudly about the extra weight. He briefly considered hopping off and just rutting his mate against the ground when he heard something crack, and a split-second later the mattress was in a short freefall towards the floor; his balance destroyed, Andy fell forwards onto it, forcing his lover onto her back and flattening his cock and balls against her face. All the air was knocked out of his lungs on landing, but somehow that didn’t leave him gasping for breath; if anything, when he inhaled afterwards he felt better than ever, like he could spring back to his feet in record time and have enough energy to skullfuck his partner several times over before beginning to feel tired, a partner that was, by that point, still squirming around underneath him, taking the opportunity provided by his fall to indiscriminately lick and nibble at his most sensitive parts while moaning so loudly that it didn’t even sound muffled at all. Only after getting back on his feet did Andy come to understand that something was definitely off about his body, mostly because he hit the top of his head against the ceiling before straightening his back out. It took him a second to process, during which he wondered if the mattress had fallen upwards somehow, after which he let out a quick yelp, took a tumbling step backwards, then crash-landed on his wardrobe a moment later, turning it into a pile of wooden splinters and seriously weakening the structural stability of the wall behind it. Cracks radiated from the impact zone, and though the fox should, by all accounts, have been injured by the fall, there wasn’t even a single scratch on his skin. In fact, after scrambling to a standing position, he found that he couldn’t even stand up straight at all despite being on the floor, his neck forced to bend due to him being so tall. He looked down at himself, trying to come up with an explanation, only to find… nothing. Nothing but his own colossal, room-dominating body and Rebecca staring at him from below, openly drooling and looking like she was about to faint from overstimulation. He himself could barely comprehend what was going on, but ultimately decided to roll with it and carry on with the roleplay; after all, now that he was the sort of colossus that he loved to portray himself as, it was only fair! “Well, it would appear that your gracious god has decided to bless you with his presence,” he declared, Rebecca swooning in response, “but such a boon does not come without a cost; merciful though I may be, to show myself to such a loyal subject still requires a price…” Said price was the usual: move forward and allow the vixen to wrap her hands around his cock and do with it as she pleased, usually slobbering all over it while her hands alternated between pumping its length and squeezing the nuts next to it. The biggest difference was literally in size; while it used to be that his shaft and orbs were big enough that Rebecca could grab whole handfuls of it, now it was… somewhere beyond it. Not only was it much larger in absolute terms, what with Andy now being taller than his room, but it was bigger than it used to be proportionately; while beforehand it might’ve reached his belly button if he pressed it against himself, now it rose slightly beyond it, not to mention the extra thickness as well, with the two pendulous orbs beneath it each being about the size of a ripe watermelon each. It made for a sensitive package, and one that reacted almost instantly to even the slightest of touches with so many electric signals that the fox giant’s pleasure centers were in danger of becoming overloaded, but… but he didn’t want it to stop. If anything, he wanted more of it, and felt as if this sudden transformation was naught but the start of something greater; if he’d gotten that far already, who was going to stop him from becoming even bigger? Thus, he took a step forward, his cock looming over his tinier mate. He silently pointed at it, then at the vixen, signalling for her to get up and get to work on it; Rebecca didn’t need to be told twice, dutifully balancing on her shaky legs and practically collapsing forwards onto that rod of turgid cockmeat, her eyes rolling upwards into her skull when the powerfully masculine scent hit her. Almost immediately afterwards, Andy felt his body growing tight all over, like air had been pumped into him and his skin had been stretched to the breaking point; he could hear his muscles creaking and popping as more mass was deposited into them, every ounce of unnecessary fat burned away from him as his shoulders widened, his legs thickened, and his overall frame rose ever higher towards the heavens. Now he had to press the top half of his back against the ceiling rather than just his head, and feared that any movement might cause the whole thing to collapse; that said, on the other hand, he was now holding up the floor above him with nothing but raw muscle power, and he found that to be so unbearably arousing that his body reacted by giving him yet another size boost, resulting in a very horny-sounding Andy smashing his hands against the wall in front of him and very literally piercing through to the other side, collapsing large chunks of it in a cloud of plaster that covered most of their kitchen. The whole room was rumbling by that point, courtesy of the fox’s body becoming unsustainably large, and it wouldn’t take long before chunks of the ceiling began to fall down, the radial cracks spreading wider and wider until they could no longer hold back; with a loud, horrifying grinding noise, the upper floor came crashing down around them, screaming erupting from the distance as their upstairs neighbor narrowly avoided falling in as well. Thankfully, Andy’s body had become large enough that he prevented most of it from falling on top of Rebecca’s head; the vixen was still safe and sound beneath his care, and now he had more room to stand up straight and get his back in order… only to immediately bump his head against the ceiling two floors above. Things were going a lot faster than he thought they would, but that didn’t stop him in the slightest; if anything, suddenly being turned into a literal giant only further incentivized him to play along with whatever was happening, even with Rebecca becoming increasingly unable to service him properly. There was only so much the vixen could do, given that she wasn’t also growing alongside him, but bless her heart, she still tried; jumping up, she held onto her lover’s shaft and struggled to bring her feet up as well, hanging off of it for dear life as Andy’s body continued to groan loudly enough that he could barely hear his own thoughts, let alone the panicked screaming that erupted all around him. It wasn’t just his upstairs neighbor anymore, but most of the building, given that he had just knocked out a substantial amount of its inner frame and the whole thing was on the verge of collapsing at the slightest disturbance; a throng of terrified tenants flooded the streets outside, trampling over one another to get as far away from the future disaster area as possible, all while the fox god responsible for it continued to crumble the building itself from within, finding it to be ever more cramped with each passing moment. With his overall shape more or less settled for the time being, it was apparently time for him to just grow outwards in every direction, becoming taller, wider, stronger, too big for his prior home, too big for every home around it even; two floors were cleared, then three, both of his arms scraping against opposite sides of the apartment block, and yet he didn’t feel any of it. Andy would’ve expected cuts, scratches or bruises, especially with the amount of glass that he was tearing through, but it was almost as if all the damage and debris just bounced off of him harmlessly, leaving his physical avatar as perfect and unblemished as it should be. Even when large blocks of concrete fell on his head, he barely felt them; the tiny things broke in half on impact, shattered into pieces when falling onto his shoulders and were then ground into dust after being trapped between one of his arms and some other solid surface. From the outside, all that anyone could see was a growing cloud of dust, puffs of it firing off from windows that only showed something big, orange-brown and curiously fluffy growing upwards inside the hollow interior of what had been their house just moments ago. From within, they could hear Andy’s roars, the fox unable to control himself or his need to vocalize, the arousal being too strong to hold within himself; he had to let the world know what he felt, not only for its own sake, but to assert himself as their new, undisputed ruler, because it wasn’t about size anymore. Part of the roleplay between himself and Rebecca had been about power, after all. The power to do whatever he so desired, the exultation of his grandiose station as the master of all that existed, a titan of awesome power that could crush planets in his grip, but chose not to as part of the whole “merciful god” act. And while that had been harmless fun and all, it had never gone past it… but now that he was truly becoming a colossus, even if it was just some elaborate, collective mass hallucination, who was going to stop him from doing exactly what he said he would do? Who was going to stand in his way and tell him he couldn’t become the ruler of all that was? Assuming that he just kept growing, then there was literally nothing anyone could do at all, and soon he would be traversing the space between entire cities with a single step, displaying himself to everyone that lived and letting them know, in no uncertain terms, who the new boss was. The vixen, meanwhile, was still holding onto his shaft for dear life, but apparently decided for a brand new approach: rather than fighting against gravity all the time, she had wrapped both arms and legs around as much of his girth as she could, then shifted around so that her back was against his front; this way, Rebecca was constantly being smushed against her very own fox god, squished between his rock-solid abs and even harder shaft, a perfect place to be once the latter grew so much she couldn’t even reach the other side of it even while extending her arms as far as they went. “Bigger…” he told himself, growling all the while, “Not enough… bigger!” It was a command, one for his body to obey if it knew what was best for it. Not enough for him to simply become larger, Andy had to make sure the whole world knew about it! “Bigger!” the fox god shouted, “Bring the house down!” It was all a matter of time. The building was crumbling around him, the load-bearing walls were a thing of the past, and all that was needed was for him to get done with one, final push to utterly destroy whatever was left of the structure. The crowd outside wouldn’t have to worry about falling debris; when Andy was done, outstretching his arms, arching his back forward and letting loose a growl-turned-roar of such deafening intensity that it shattered glass in a mile-wide radius, there wouldn’t be any debris to fall on anyone, the only thing left of the once-large apartment block being floating specks of dust and the occasional bit of plaster that miraculously escaped the final burst. The fox giant emerged from within his “cocoon”, head thrown back and staring at the heavens; as he waited there, breathing in deeply and waiting for his heart to slow down, Andy contemplated what he was looking at. The deep, blue sky, stretching up and out towards an infinite universe that no one had yet claimed. He could still feel himself becoming bigger, more powerful; his muscles were still bulking up, his physique further refining itself as it went from merely athletic and muscular to that of a true bodybuilder, not only being capable of snapping steel beams between two fingers but looking like he could do so as well. His package was something extraordinary as well, given that it just kept up creeping up his torso and becoming heavier down below at the same time, until he was left with a pair of palm-filling orbs (for his own palms, at least) and a cock big enough that poor Rebecca could barely measure up to its length. Not that the vixen was complaining about it; being stuck between a shaft of that size and a fox of Andy’s stature was the closest she’d ever gotten to a true dream come true. And maybe it was her continued worship, or the fact that the tiny ones all around him were starting to come around to the idea of having a giant such as him to throw their praise at, but Andy was feeling the raw, burning pleasure of being adored as a living avatar of perfection; so much so that the first thing he did after getting his bearings back was turn towards the crowd… and proceed to show off. He didn’t have to do much, just a couple of steps towards them and a simple pose to frame that massive, throbbing cock of his against a body that just kept getting wider and thicker in all the right ways. He felt like he could lift an entire city up on one arm and come out of it complaining about how easy it was… and judging by how things were going, he probably would be doing that before the day was out! So why not take advantage of this and make sure everyone around him knew exactly who they were dealing with by making himself look even taller than he already was? A feat, to be sure, given that he was already higher up than his old apartment building, and still kept on packing more and more size regardless of what he did; either standing still or deliberately flexing, his body continued to expand and engorge, becoming more like the image of his perfect self with every second that passed. “Your god beckons,” he proclaimed, allowing his voice to travel over the rooftops and boom into the distance, shattering glass in the closest buildings, “and you will answer.” To say that Andy was undergoing a slight bit of a power trip would be a massive understatement; his head was little more than demands for greater size and more power, shouted at himself on a loop. It made it hard to focus, really, unless he was externalizing it in some way. “This world belongs to me now,” he kept going, no longer thinking on whether he sounded imposing or was just trying too hard, “and you will obey every command you receive.” The crowd gathered at his feet, not knowing how to react to what was happening in front of them, went through a rather complicated turnaround in terms of emotions, from terrified fright, to inexplicable interest, to tacit acceptance and then finally full-on adoration. Just like with Rebecca, all the other little ones came to understand that Andy was their new god, their new divine ruler who would usher in a brand new golden age or… something of the sort; they were free to come up with their own interpretation of how the events would pan out, the fox god wasn’t about to get bogged down in theological questions. As long as his worshippers deferred to him as their deity, then he couldn’t care less about what they thought of him… and if that held true, then why was he even wasting time looking at them? He had a whole city to lord over, and then a whole word, and there he was showing off a single building’s worth of tiny little insignificant specks and whoever else happened to be nearby. Grinning madly to himself, he readjusted his shaft to keep his precious vixen close to him, turned around, and then walked down the street towards the downtown area. At first, his head just barely poked up from the tops of the buildings around him, barely enough for him to get a good look at the city’s skyline while moving towards the centermost part of it. With each step he took, however, that deficiency was “corrected”, with his body growing upwards inch after inch, the divine avatar of perfection that was his physical form becoming ever stronger, until he had to start pushing those buildings away from him just to have enough room to walk through. Soon, he wouldn’t merely be peeking out from over the rooftops, but towering over them, looming over the entirety of the urban jungle, all while wrecking any and all structures that happened to be in the way. He no longer cared if anyone was inside those things, nor did he have the time to consider if anyone might have an issue with him becoming the god he was always meant to be. As far as Andy cared, this was his ascension, and if anyone had a problem with that, they could take it up with him in order to be ignored and stepped on… something that had become the norm for quite a few people underneath him, seeing as his paws were now big enough to effectively flatten anything they might step on, leaving him with an enormous amount of tiny ones clinging to his soft pads and slowly losing their minds to the comfort of it. Once more, he didn’t particularly care; just as long as they kept worshipping him, they could do it in any way they saw fit. Besides, none of them were Rebecca. The vixen had consistently been the most fervent of admirers in the short time since the fox god had embraced his new divinity, and despite the fact that she was now woefully undersized compared to him, she hadn’t given up trying to service him with as much excitement and gusto as she had up until then. Even when her body became naught but a fraction of the size of Andy’s shaft, Rebecca kept on rubbing herself all over it, using every muscle in her body to indulge in the quasi-obscene excess of it all; even from up above, her partner could hear her lustful moans, her begging for more, her voice cracking as the yips and yelps turned into nonsense words that barely resembled language. Safe between the veiny pillar of cockmeat and a set of abs so sturdy that her back hurt from being grinded against them, all the vixen could do was surrender herself to pleasure of it all, unable to think properly, unable to bring her mind to bear and do anything more than flail around and hope that would do… something. It was unclear what it was she expected to accomplish, but Andy had to appreciate the attempt, even if it wasn’t all that much compared to everything else he was feeling; no matter how hard Rebecca tried, nothing could ever compare to the feeling of absolute power and dominance that came with having a body like this. Whenever he flexed, he heard his biceps groan loudly as more mass was added onto them. Whenever he tensed up he could feel all of his body bulging out, making him look more and more like a career bodybuilder with a knack for self-sculpting. And whenever he brought his hands to his cock, it grew just the smallest bit more compared to his body, until he sported a rod of such colossal dimensions that he could probably use a skyscraper for a condom and it would feel too tight on him. But even that wasn’t enough. He could tower over a whole city, casting a shadow that kept it permanently in the dark, and that still wouldn’t be enough, not because it wouldn’t feel great, but precisely because it wasn’t what he deserved. He could see it now, even if it had been hidden before: he hadn’t just become a god, he had always been one. Why else would Rebecca have fallen so easily under his sway, insisting that they take their “roleplay” to their daily lives? Why else would that “roleplay” have even come to be, if not as a manifestation of a power that had always been there, lying in wait? And, perhaps most importantly, why else would that power have manifested itself, turning him into a colossus of immense proportions that turned everyone who saw him from a panicked, screaming mess into an obedient worshipper, ready to fall down on their knees and spend eternity lavishing praise upon him? It only made sense that this was exactly what he was always supposed to be, and reality was just now asserting itself, making right what had always been wrong. “Mrrf…” the giant growled, even that tiny sound being enough to cause a small quake around them, “Keep out… out of my w-way…” It was getting harder to resist it. Soon, he would be exploding with size and taking everything with him. One hand on top of a roof, another holding onto his own chest, he fought against the need to roar like a beast. “I can f-feel it… g-gods, I can feel it burning… I c-can feel it… bright… so tight...” It was inside of him. His growth had halted for the last few minutes, but it hadn’t stopped, much less slowed down; rather, it had merely been keeping itself from manifesting, just so it could give Andy the sort of treat that he, as that world’s new god, truly deserved. He wouldn’t just be slowly going up by inches at a time, no; as soon as that dam broke, and it was going to break extremely soon, the city would most likely cease to exist altogether, flattened by a single paw as he ascended towards the heavens where he belonged. And from there, who knew where else he could go? The world was his oyster, his playground, his to do with whatever he pleased… and there with him, every step of the way, would be his loving Rebecca, his perfect vixen, his divine consort. So what if she wasn’t as big as him? Nothing was as big as he was… or would be, at least. What mattered was that her love, her devotion had helped him become what he was always meant to be, and for that, he would be eternally grateful. He breathed out, emptying his mind. He was ready. Today was the day of his ascension.

In the banquette hall of castle Greivanhal, Occult slammed his drink down. "I got it! The ring again!" Both Lizabeth and Arcane looked at him but only Arcane spoke up. "What are you talking about? No one said anything and you blurt out about a ring?" "Remember Len, and Lin? Crazy lady I made happy by giving her an attribute theft ring. YOU called it a failure." Arcane tapped her fingers on the table annoyed. "She destroyed an entire city block." Occult just shrugged. "You never said damage control was part of the conditions in the first place. Anyway, was thinking of a kid I was going to help. Trying to think of a convoluted plan that would seem evil at first but then turn out good for everyone- but then it hit me! The flavor of this meat is delicious, and after it hit me, I got an idea. Why not just give him another attribute stealing ring? What better way to redeem my last attempt than to do the exact same thing while expecting a different result?" "I won't even let you leave the castle with that damned thing." Liz stood up from her seat and picked up her black horn staff. "I will go instead. I wrapped up all the business I had on the go so far anyway." Occult huffed, crossing his arms. "Whatever. But you have to use a ring, then we'll see how easy it is to manage." Liz nodded. "Then show me the spell to make one" Lizabeth never turned down the chance to learn a new magic, but even besides that she had to be very careful with Occult. The seal on the land beyond dreams that cut Greivanhal off from the rest of reality was sizzling out and needed to be renewed immediately. If Occult left the castle now there is a chance too much of his essence could get back into the real world for the seal to be refreshed. Liz's target now is a young man named Bernard, who was having a hell of a time understanding women. Bernard had neatly combed back mid length pale brown hair and olive eyes- a tall and leanly muscled young man. He stared closely at his bathroom mirror, seeing a tiny pin-pick of light coming from the middle. He touched it cautiously and the mirror rippled violently like the surface of water. When it calmed he was looking at Liz's hooded face instead of his own. He jumped back with a shout of surprise and Lizabeth quickly started to pass through the mirror to hush him. "It is OK, I know- weird person coming through my mirror..." "Are you that magical entity thing the news has been reporting about lately? That like...grants wishes?" "Uuuuhm...yes? I wouldn't say he grants wishes exactly, and there is more than one. But for the sake of simplicity, yes I am." "OK...well...can I wish for-" "I sensed you have problems with girls? I mean you are not ugly by any stretch of the imagination so...what is your trouble with them?" By now Liz was fully out of the mirror and standing in front of Bernard. "W-well...I uh, it is several things. My family is pretty well off you see, and I have high functioning asperger so I have a harder time understanding people sometimes. But to make use of my focussed attention they sent me to a real high end school. I just graduated this spring but...it was an all-boys academy. So even though I am 24..." "But...don't girls get offended easily? And things that are considered manly disgust them but...other things are attractive? Like a man with an expensive car is attractive, but talk about the car is lost on them...I guess that is about money and status?" Bernard thought long and hard on that before speaking again. "What about physically though? Even underwear they have to take measurements and stuff, and watch out for back pain...all men have to do is pick boxers or briefs, grab it off the shelf and there done." Lizabeth smiled, telling him to wait a moment. She flipped her staff upside down and leaned it against the sink, using the now upward point to stab the palm of her right hand. In her human form the wound looked painful but since this was not her real form it was insignificant to her. Her dark blood divided itself into two parts, the dark base hardened into a ring of blood iron, while the plasma divided and hardened into a clear oval crystal on the front of her blood-forged ring. Like the one Occult forged a while back, this ring allowed the wearer to syphon traits from...anything. The target didn't need to even be alive, you could steal the stiffness out of the ground you stand on. The target didn't even need to be a tangible thing, you could steal time, space, or even memories and ideas. She misjudged his size, but he managed to fit the ring on his thumb. She told him to remove his shirt as she tapped a finger on the empty mirror behind her. It rippled and shifted to display a woman sleeping mostly on a couch. She wore a construction worker's attire and half her limbs were draped off the couch. She passed out after coming home from work, her back killing her from her very large bosom. Lizabeth selected her for that exact reason- she was going to sleep a bit more soundly because she told Bernard to borrow her bust. With a magical glint from the ring's gem the process began. Bernard went to cover his nipples when they felt odd but stopped himself realising how silly that would be when the only company he had was an otherworldly being that had assuredly seen far more than he had to hide. Male and female nipples were not too different, especially since his in particular were devoid of hair already, but the female version had much fewer pain receptors. As he touched them it almost felt like they were going numb but only partially- the pleasure receptors were all still alive and well, allowing him to manipulate them much more aggressively without hurting himself. This gave them the illusion of being more flexible when it had actually remained unchanged. The bumps on his areola smoothed out and the whole area puffed up a bit. The coloration lightened to match his pale brown hair, and the nipples themselves popped far out, much larger. At first he blushed a little thinking his manipulations erected them but that was only half true- the growth would have forced them erect regardless. Unseen below the woman's clothing her nipples became erect and then regressed into a dormant state as it was transferred to Bernard. Her breasts seemed to firm up, before shrinking a bit and then slowly flattening down to her chest. Bernard's flesh grew soft and malible around the areola before puffing up. They rounded as more fat squeezed in, and he gently moved his chest side to side to feel them gently tug on him. As they fattened up the bottoms started to fold over to his chest causing them to take on a more tear-shape. It was not all forward though- breast tissue continued even to under the arms so they rounded out to the sides as well. By the time they stopped the weight was apparent but not uncomfortable at all, in fact he enjoyed it as he jostled them around and felt the springy ripples in the fat spheres. The woman in the reflection now no longer fit her top with a flat chest. Bernard grabbed them both in his hands and his fingers sunk into the flesh pillows. "Holy shit! I know there supposed to be soft but...wow. So springy too, like the softest rubber." Liz smiled and gave a firm tap to the top slope of her own breast and made it spring up. "You can make em jump if you press in up here. They are inherently very, very soft. Springy...well...depends on the woman, and how she treats them. Boobs are a responsibility, you have to wear a bra so you don't stretch out the tendon that holds them up when you bounce around. Wearing too tight of a bra can increase the chances of getting breast cancer though. And wearing a bra too often will cause the muscle tissue to atrophy, which causes them to lose their form. Then the whole issue of back pains..." Bernard cupped his breasts to feel their weight in his palms. "So wear a bra too much they they become too soft and lose their shape, too little and they droop? They aren't super heavy though. I mean these are big tits and the weight is...comfy." "You've only had them for like two minutes. Their weight is decidedly forward, on the upper part of the body- this tilts off the entire center of balance permanently. Even if it's just a tiny bit of weight, your body has to counter it at all times. You can't get rid of it- with a bra you can shift it but it will always be there. If you held a tiny weight in your hand it would be easy to lift but if you could never put that weight down again, it would wear on you. Plus, you are already pretty fit, so your lower back muscles can probably handle those easy. I once encountered a woman who seemed to have an absolute understanding of breasts. They are beautiful on many levels, fun, and pleasurable. But, also a handful...no pun intended." Bernard fondled his new assets for some time, before asking about a woman's other unique place. The answer was simple but he sheepishly covered the bulge in his groin, saying he couldn't bring himself to part with his own bits, even temporarily. Lizabeth sighed, trying to convince him it was fine but decided to take a different option. She didn't want to have Occult step in if there was too much of a debate. She tapped the mirror once again changing the reflection to a woman hastily discarding clothing in a dark room. The solution was for Bernard to swap spaces with her, causing her to mentally occupy his body, and him to take her body. Not the ideal situation but good enough. The hardest part would be grabbing the ring off Bernard's finger after the swap, so the woman didn't get power over it using his body. Bernard didn't even notice it happened at first because it took less time than it did to blink. He looked around quickly at first, bumping a leg against the plush bedding causing him to tumble down on it. The lights were off which didn't help, but since he now had the woman's eyes instead of his, they were already adjusted to the dark. He had little interest in his location but still took in the surroundings so he felt a little less lost. His new body was almost entirely nude except for underwear and a single sock she was in the process of removing. He brought up the leg to pull the sock off, and marveled at the shape of the leg. The smooth but also well defined calves. The shaven skin shimmered in what little light remained in the room and was so smooth to the touch, and so taught! Bernard was tracing his delicate narrow female fingers up the smooth contours of the legs when he jumped back a bit from a radiant pleasure that found its way back into his chest! Lizabeth's form coalesced from the darkness and flicked the blood ring over to Bernard again. "Hmm, that is an interesting effect. When you switched bodies the traits you already took followed you, they did not remain on your old body- the ring recognises your soul as the true self. You had no boobs before, but this body has C cups to start with...which means those E cups you took are going to be added on top of those Cs." Bernard's breathing became shallow and quick at the feelings. It was much more pleasure in the change since they were true breasts before the alteration even hit. "C is three cup sizes in...so...H cup!?" Liz let out a quick laugh unintentionally before explaining. "Yea that's...not even remotely how bras work. Cup size is determined based on projection from the chest, basically. The accompanying number is the distance around the entire chest in inches, which is the strap. Simple enough? Well here is a curve ball- double letters are larger than singles. DD is basically the same as E, and DDD for the few locations that actually acknowledge it as a valid size, is bigger than E...quite a lot bigger. And just in case you are able to wrap your head around that still- we don't know what country this woman is in...bra sizes are wildly different in different locations. A Japanese G cup is our D. Let's just call these 'real big'. That is pretty universal." Bernard couldn't help but let out a few moans as the breasts swelled up fatter, but remained as taught as their smaller forms. His own moans only made it even more arousing since he had the woman's voice instead of his own due to their vocal cords switching as well. As he squirmed from the sensation half sunk in the plush cool bedding, his jiggly mountains wobbled back and forth on his chest. By the time they stopped growing they were the size of mid sized medicine balls! Their weight pinned him down into the soft sheets of the bed, and while he had the strength even in the woman's body to still get up, it was far too comfy for his willpower. They were big enough to rest weight of their sides on his arms, like they were trying to pin them down, and he remained still under them for some time, enjoying that kinky little fantasy. After a time of just being still and catching his breath, watching the huge breasts rise and fall with each- Bernard told Liz to ready a small mirror to grab other traits. The ring had unlimited ability, so even if this had been enough for Bernard, why would he stop? Might as well truly flex the rings capabilities and see how perfect a result it could achieve. He found an arrogant 'cam-whore' wringing money out of awe struck virgins, and watched as her lips deflated, thinning to the point of being odd looking even if they were male lips. If she had not had a generous coat of lipstick on her audience would have seen their color pale away as well. Bernard's however were already nice lips, and now turned a permanent flushed red and swelled up into a territory reserved only for porn stars. Checking to see Liz wasn't looking, he even sucked on one of his delicate female fingers to see those lips wrapping around something long and stiff. He brought a beanstalk of a girl to the height of her peers, pausing their teasing. He reigned in the extreme curve of a pear-shaped woman, and took the huge round bubble butt of a stripper for a flat ass that wasn't winning her any tips that night. He even summoned several reflections of breasts up close to be able to sculpt a perfect nipple. Not even finding a woman with the hair he had in mind, he ended up taking the bounce, shimmer, and length from no less than a dozen women to add to his form. The already shapely legs became almost abnormally long, making him very tall as he stepped and twirled for his own amusement in a full body closet mirror. The thighs fattened up but remained encased in the taught skin and musculature that was already there, making them firm and bouncy in spite of their rotund size. Bernard bent over as the butt cheeks grew, and ended up buckling completely at the sensation, braced against the edge of the bed. Impossibly big and round, but also so very smooth and firm. You could bounce a coin off those ass cheeks! The inner curvature of the thick thighs and round ass created a perfect diamond shaped window to the lower curve of his pussy, but Bernard didn't want to alter that...yet. He sunk his chin into the blankets still on the edge of the bed with his ass in the mirror as the tingling feeling swept over his scalp. His hair became a glossy vibrant red-brown and spin itself into huge ringlets as it grew. It kept growing though, making larger and larger spirals till the weight alone made curling impossible and it turned to violent and wild waves, pooling across the bed all around him. When it stopped growing it was like a huge voluminous five and a half foot blanket of vibrant youthful hair. Bernard's thoughts were swimming as he giggled and moaned softly. "So...tight and smooth...soft and bouncy! It feels so good to...just to EXIST like this!" Liz shrugged. "Yea, well, keep in mind those women you borrowed from didn't have the option to pick and choose what they got. Maybe some are born with it, but-" "Maybe its Maybelline." Lizabeth paused a moment before smacking him on the head. "This is the cream of the crop, to get a body like this is damned near impossible, through genetics or effort. Why don't you take that pleasure mound for a spin?" Bernard blushed. "I don't know how to...well y'know." Lizabeth chuckled and opened the woman's undergarment drawer to reveal a realistic rubber dildo. "Start with basic penetration and experiment from there. We are here to learn, right? I am sure you can master 'in and out' easy enough." Bernard felt weird touching the toy, he was completely straight, but he also wanted to feel these lady bits. From the lower side corner of the bed he could both sit on the bed and face the closet mirror. He spread the exquisite legs he has sculpted with the ring and gently poked at the plush nether lips. The pubic hairs were all neatly trimmed and shaven back into a triangle above, which was good for centering the feeling of the pussy alone. It felt moist enough so he went to go in but encountered a few problems. Straight away, the moisture that was there isn't automatically distributed evently, so it wouldn't go completely in easily in one go no matter what. Secondly, he would have missed anyway- he centered the toy, and the passage isn't centered, at all. Plump soft rubbery labia aside, the urethra was centered on the upper portion and he definitely did not want to try and push anything into that, ever. The flesh between is soft enough that he technically could have just pushed forward and the toy would have sloped down to find the proper place but that isn't exactly the best approach. The actual passage was much farther down than he expected. It contracted with pulses of pleasure not unlike the stiffening throbs of a penis, but because of the muscle ribbing the tunnel, it grabbed and pulled inward anything inside like it was...hungry. He used his other hand to manipulate the clit but paused immediately, flinching at the sensation. It was much too sensitive to be touched directly! It was like trying to masturbate a dick that was already pumped raw. Rubbing it through its little hoodie of skin however felt very good, but still a bit too intense. Like getting into cold water to escape heat, as nice as it may be, getting in isn't easy because of the steep contrast. He found the best rythem using his right hand to move the toy in and out while letting the palm of the hand pat the clit on the way in. Those feelings coupled with that of his huge breasts jostling around wildly from his arm movements set him off after not too long, and he felt his first female orgasm! The muscles of his lower body spasmed and went numb with tingling waves of pleasure spreading out from the love box. He lay out on the bed, the strength from his arm and lower body drained away as he panted heavily in the afterglow. "And women can...have multiple orgasms?!" Liz smiled and nodded, hovering toward him. "Yup. Men generally have a half hour refractory period before they can go again, but that isn't always the case. If they keep it up, they can just start again and take a half hour to get to the next orgasm. Also they may be able to shoot twice if they are really backed up, half of it is made on the fly, but your body does make and store half a load ahead of time. As for women, they don't shoot nothing, so there is no cool down. They stop when they want to stop...but as your probably feeling now, it takes a lot out of you." "Women cum though don't they? I mean not cum but...juices." "Just lube concentrated and squirt out by the pressure of the clenches during orgasm." "But I've seen videos of women who like, really explode." "Ah...y-yes...well that isn't lube...or cum..." He tilted his head in curiosity. "What is it then?" "You probably don't want to know...anyway, why don't you try for a second orgasm? Might as well get the full experience while you can." Liz lightly kicked the side of the bed causing a long wood panel to drop off and reveal various items stored under the bed, most notably another sex toy...though its size made it seem like more of a sex WEAPON. it was a dildo of sorts but it must have been eleven or more inches tall. It had a tapered end but was obscenely thick, being as big and round as a large jar of pickles at the base. The balls were huge half spheres at the front with a long nub in the middle slope of the scrotum that must be a sort of 'reward' waiting to bump the clit of anyone who could actually get that far down. This thing was like a traffic cone in dick form! Liz laughed at the look on Bernard's borrowed face, saying it was given to the woman as an obscene prank gift, and has never been used. The woman humoured the idea many times and even got off to the thought of it, but never attempted it, as it would absolutely break her in half. That was before Bernard widened her hips however- the hip bones were wide enough to allow it through now. Lizabeth brought up the reflection of a cow's rump, stating that bulls are tremendously clumsy with their advances, so cows naturally have very flexible vaginal lining. If Bernard stole some size and flexibility from a cow who isn't using hers at the moment, he could handle this behemoth of a toy. The changes were mostly unseen other than his pubic mound and labia plumping up more. It felt like a strange contrary mix of being both empty and tight at once. The usable space expanded and with it the hunger of the large pussy. He teased the tip of the monstrous toy in but once it was that far, he started to take it an inch or so at a time, rocking back and forth and pressing gently down. It felt good to be stretched. It was so huge even with no clue where the g spot was, it was impossible to miss because everything was being touched and stretched all at once. Even as it became a tighter and tighter fit he still pressed down farther, aroused by the challenge as much as the pleasure. Taking pleasure in the obscenity of taking such a thing into this body. Seeing the plump hungry lips be parted farther, and the stiff pulsing clit crammed against the smooth rubber shaft while natural lube trailed the sides like the blood of a fruit being juiced. So caught up in the sight and feel of stretched flesh he was caught off guard when he felt the nub at the bottom brush the clit! With a breathless erotic gasp he pressed down as hard as he could on the last remnant and the nub shoved back on the clit triggering another powerful orgasm. Bernard was too exhausted to pull himself off the toy, and instead fell over onto his back and let it find its own way out. Lizabeth crossed her arms and nodded with a smile. "Satisfied? I think you get the jist of a woman's body now eh?" Bernard grinned while still catching his breath. "Yea...thank you so much for all this. Cool, pleasurable as hell and educational! The only down side is all the confused women waiting for their bodies to revert." Liz shrugged. "I will use the ring to take their memories before I unmake it, so they won't know anything even happened. Completely harmless." Bernard looked at the too big ring hanging from the woman's thumb. "Before we send everything back to normal though, I really have to know what it is like for you. I mean, you are not even human." Elizabeth's eyes went wide. "W-wait, don't-!" But it was too late, he used the ring to 'get inside her head'. The two of them fused body and mind into one! The new being writhed in confusion, trying to remember its shape. A huge tail of armored scales and fan like feathers lashed out knocking furniture aside before being regressed. In several short lived pulses scales and talons on its limbs stretched out and collapsed back in like its form were made of shifting clay. A man's mind in a magically sculpted woman's body, and a several thousand year old extra dimensional dragon in the false form of a woman. Four distinct looks all trying to sort themselves out. The portion of mentality that used to be Bernard at once knew his terrible mistake and was both enraged, sympathetic and sad at himself for it. The ring can undo anything it does...except they don't know what part is what. Where does Bernard end and Lizabeth begin? Flesh is one thing but how do you draw a line on something intangible like thought or feeling?! Everything Bernard knew, Lizabeth now knew, and vise versa. Their mind was a mess of conflict. One half realising what the other always knew, and because their feelings smashed together as well, it was accusing and apologizing to itself at the same time. Trapped like this either way, it became Elizabeth's true form, moving about so both parts of its conflicted mind knew this form. Quadrupt, as big as a truck, and both strong and graceful. The body scaled on top and feathered below in bright orange and powder orange color respectfully. Both question and understanding blinked into existence in its mind as it puzzled over how this could possibly be fixed, while at the same time answering all of its own questions. A panic and a calmness came to it. On one hand, it had a solution to the seemingly unfixable problem...on the other hand the initial chaos in its mind caused time to overtake it. What seemed like painfully confusing minutes was actually hours, and a great deal of time was spent doing seemingly nothing on the outside. Occult knew this would happen. He set this up to trap and dispose of Lizabeth! The seal on Greivanhal was dissolving and she was not there to help the Duke and his new team of cultists renew it! It was too late now. By the time of realisation the moment had already come and gone, she could do nothing but hope they succeeded without her. With ring clinging tightly to the huge digit, it stole away the confused memories of the people forced to contribute to their little experiment. One by one traits returned and confusion left, till all had been restored except Lizabeth and Bernard. Physically they were already divided, once the woman was given back to her own body Lizabeth became her proper self and Bernard's body became unoccupied entirely. It lay on the floor in the bathroom where he left it, but his mental essence was still confusingly comingled with Liz. Occult likely expected he had seen the last of her, as there would be no way for their minds to properly divide. With a bitter smile it grabbed the black horn staff Lizabeth left here and the two minds were wracked with pain and sorrow, but reacted very differently. Immediately it was clear which belonged to who and Lizabeth returned to her human guise, sent Bernard back to his body, and pocketed the blood ring. Bernard sat there confused for several minutes before getting up and looking at her rather bashfully. "I am so sorry. I had no idea...but I guess you already know that now. That...that staff...what is it? Why is it so...painful?" Liz gripped it tightly, and with pride. "I am a somewhat incomplete being. One of my first acts when I happened across my greater magical powers was to purge all imperfections from myself. All negativity, all sadness, anger, and ill memories. I didn't realise I was incomplete without them, so while I could discard them, I have always kept them by my side." She held up the horn. "That is why it was turned black and shattered off. Anyone else who touches the staff is crippled with agony, but only I can see the value in it. These sorrows do not hurt me, not anymore. It was lucky. Because this part of me isn't attached to my body, I was able to use it to define myself and divide." "You better hurry then and stop that Occult! Sorry I held you back." "It wasn't your fault, you just didn't know. Besides..." She turned and tapped the mirror but nothing happened. "The only reason my portal wouldn't work is...the location no longer exists...the others failed. The seal is no more. Occult...is back. This may very well be the end..." City streets started to warp, time and space dilated and the space between buildings seemed to breath as Greivanhal returned to reality after so many thousands of years. A faceless magician in a porcelain mask walked calmly from the base of its huge front steps, whistling in amusement. "People, people, about to fall- who is the most adorable of all? Aha ha ha ha."

“I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that you accepted my invitation!” It was a beautiful day, just warm enough to shed all but a single layer of clothing and still have it be perfectly comfortable. The two of them had decided to set down their blanket underneath a tree in full bloom, offering not only the perfect amount of shade, but a fantastic view of the rest of the park. It was filled to bursting, almost as much as they themselves were; one of the things the couple mutually agreed upon before meeting was the less-than-wholesome decision to forgo any kind of… “relief” before setting out the park. As a result, each had an easy time spotting the other; hard to miss the one other herm with a chest large enough to rip the shirt they were wearing. Hell, even if it was, all they had to do was follow the sloshing… or the staring eyes of the crowd. It was, therefore, no surprise that a good chunk of the park’s visitors were unashamedly looking at the happy couple enjoying their picnic, something both Quil and Anebelle were all too happy to either ignore, or quietly enjoy. The two had met via an intermediary, a friend who thought they’d be “perfect for one another” and exchanged their online profiles so they could get in contact with one another. What followed were the best three months in both of their lives, as not only had they found the closest thing to a mirror match in terms of interests and hobbies, but the two could exchange all manner of stories that almost no one else could; herms like them were so rare that you could probably count the number of them in any given city on one hand and still have fingers to spare, and considering how dangerously unstable their sizes tended to be, seeing two of them out on a date filled onlookers with equal parts fear and titillation. It wasn’t every day they got to see the end result of two hypers going at it, much less two hypers of their caliber. But the pair wasn’t interested in anything of the sort… not immediately, at least. Having decided to go out for a picnic, they did actually want to have ​a picnic,​ and anything else would just have to wait for later; both the dragon and the Renamon were content to just let things go with the flow, and thus, despite having so many people eager to see them fuck one another like horny rabbits, they were happy to just put their culinary skills to good use: Quil brought homemade jams, Anabelle homemade bread. The urge to make a “rises like dough” joke was almost irresistible, but the durg somehow managed to keep his trap shut, even when their date had to fumble around with their ample chest when the basket got stuck on one of their engorged nipples. It was hard to ignore the state they were in; after all, they had made the conscious decision to allow their bodies to “back up” with excess production, despite knowing how dangerous it was to do so. Standard rules and regulations for hyper herms, being as blessed as they were, was to relieve themselves at least thrice a day in order to avoid overfilling and spillage, with some workplaces demanding even more milking sessions to minimize the risk; despite the hassle this created, it was found to be preferable to the alternative, as even the smallest of their kind could very easily double in size over the course of a single work shift, with the largest among them getting close to immobility after just a couple of short hours. Both Quil and Anabelle had been gifted with assets that were ​very much​ on the higher end of the hyper spectrum, and both of them could commiserate over how much trouble it was having to keep a regular day job, when it entailed having to take a break at least every hour so they could spend some quality time with the milking machine, very often in the nearest bathroom. It was downright embarrassing at times, outright humiliating in the worst of days, but they’d both heard horror stories of hypers who decided they didn’t want to go through with it and ended up having to be carted away on a moving truck to somewhere with industrial-grade equipment. Of course, what was a cautionary tale for most people was an enticing prospect for the two lovebirds. What finally convinced them to throw caution to the wind was the Renamon recalling a news article they’d read, whereby a hyper herm like them had gone on a “milking strike” in order to protest some new workplace regulation their state legislature had passed; the lynx took up a space in front of their office building and attracted quite the crowd over the course of the three days they were there, but not exactly for the reasons they had expected. The feline was extremely well-endowed already, which came with a hefty production rate to back it up, and without regular draining, they ended up with a set of tits, balls and a cock so massive that their company had to hire a specialized company just to clean off the facade of their building after their employee finally let loose. By the end of it, 99% of their body mass was focused on those three areas, and a follow-up report revealed that they had needed a seven-hour milking session just to be mobile again, at which point it was discovered they had actually ​grown​ from the experience, the physicians describing it as their limits having been “stretched out” from all the backed-up fluids. Needless to say, both Quil and Anabelle found that to be far too enticing a prospect to simply let go, and therefore agreed not to drain themselves for a full twenty-four hours before meeting, just so they could appreciate the obscenity of it. And, for all that it was worth, the couple did manage to keep themselves somewhat under control. It was true that their bosoms were large enough to cover their torsos and their cumtanks were so engorged that they couldn’t even walk straight, not to mention needing to squish them above their legs when they sat down; and it ​was​ true that they were so full and stuffed that just looking from side to side created incredibly loud sloshing and led to them developing an increasingly stronger blush. And yes, it was absolutely the case that they quickly ended up forgoing their jam sandwiches and just pouring their own milk out into large glasses, right before moving to just drinking from the tap… but at least they kept it in their oversized pants. “The pleasure’s all mine, Quil,” the Renamon replied, pulling her tattered top back down in order to cover themselves, only succeeding in creating even more holes in the fabric, “after seeing that pic last week, how could I say no~?” The poor dragon was left a mumbling, stuttering mess every time the Renamon pulled out that soft, teasing voice. They’d had a few… “sessions”... during their online chats where they’d plug their microphone on and all-but force Quil to listen as they mercilessly teased them for hours on end, forbidding them from achieving climax just so they could then poke them about how massive they’d become. Sometimes their computer cameras would be involved, if only so the dragon could be made to whine and moan about how all of their screen was taken up by a pair of Rena-tits that were loud enough through the speakers to drown out even the durg’s own hyperproductive cumtanks. It was quite funny, in a way; despite the both of them being incredibly bountiful in both spots, they each found that they were more favoured in one area compared to another, Quil’s balls being fuller than their tits, while the opposite stood true for Anabelle. They often joked about how it made them “destined” for one another, in a ying-yang sort of sense, but the longer their relationship went on, the more it blossomed into something truly beautiful and heartfelt, until the teasing sessions over an internet connection turned into furtive discussions on their future plans, whispered and hushed as if they were being overheard, in truth kept quiet only because the two of them were too awkward to openly discuss taking things seriously. It took a lot of work before they could even agree on the ​idea​ of meeting in person, as by that point even the more sexual Renamon had grown so fond of their special other that they were left more timid than aroused at the prospect of sinking their hands into some of Quil’s pudge; to say nothing of the dragon themselves, for whom the mere concept of seeing Anabelle in the (expansive) flesh bordered on the ludicrous, them being absolutely convinced that the mere sight of the Renamon would be enough to make them faint. And it nearly was; Anabelle had to catch them when it looked like they were going to fall down after blabbering a few words, though at least it served to break the ice once the Renamon unashamedly stuffed their face into the dragon’s tits and motorboated them with characteristic gusto, right before calling him something that made their, and every other passerby’s cheeks run bright red, and would be best not put down to writing. It was a meeting fit for a couple of lewd deviants like them, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. As soon as they got over the initial bout of awkwardness, their conversation flowed just as easily as it did when they were separated by two computer monitors, and the subject matter of the day naturally turned away from their bodies and into whatever amusing anecdote they could think of. It was nice, being able to just enjoy themselves like that, even if they both knew that it wasn’t going to last for long; it just made what they had planned that much better with all of that perfectly innocent foreplay. It was a stroke of luck that the Renamon worked for a pharmaceutical company that just happened to cater to hypers around the globe. As they put it, it was simply the logical progression of their life story; having had their hyper genes kick in when they were finishing high school, it seemed like a perfectly good opportunity to pursue a career that would help them with their newfound “problem”, and ending up where they did was just the capstone on a series of fortunate events. Over their years there, they had garnered a stellar reputation as a diligent worker, a responsible bureaucrat and, above all, a genius chemist to boot; very few thing were better-liked than someone who could file their own paperwork, and to have that allied with a mind as sharp as theirs meant that the Renamon had more or less free rein over their laboratory. This gave them ample time to work not just on company-mandated projects, but on a few side-experiments of her own. As they had confided to Quil, despite their already-massive size, the Rena had always wanted to be ​bigger​. And not just bigger, but fuller, more productive, just ​more​ in general. Though the dragon was initially flabbergasted at the notion, hearing Anabelle speak (at length) about the joys of blossoming from a flatty to the stunning beauty they were, not to mention her plans for the future when it came to developing growth drugs based on their discoveries and making a fortune out of them with their own enterprise… well, the durg didn’t really need a lot of convincing afterwards. It was like listening to a true visionary, and one that, unlike most demagogues, actually ​could​ put their plans into motion with their own two hands. Thus leading to the real reason why the two had chosen to finally meet in person: The several bottles of growth mutagen Anabelle had packed away with their lunch. It was difficult to sneak them out of the facility, given the constant random checks and the simple fact that, even as one of their most dedicated workers, the Renamon being a hyper of their size automatically put them on a large number of lists, but they managed. Anabelle insisted it was best not to dwell on the “how”, but rather on the “why”: the chemicals contained in those samples were a potent, dangerous cocktail of their own creation, the culmination of months of hard work backed by years of study and research. The mutagen was their crowning jewel, the masterpiece that would let them break free of their contractual obligations and strike out for a life of fame and fortune after finally discovering the Holy Grail of modern chemistry: the nigh-mythical formula that could turn anyone into a hyper. It was completely untested, of course; no one the Renamon knew was in any proper state to suddenly develop an acute case of the bigness without suddenly casting a lot of suspicion back onto the chemist, but the calculations all lined up. Assuming Anabelle hadn’t fudged up carrying a few numbers here or there, a single bottle would be sufficient to bring even the smallest of flatties up to the couple’s size, if not even bigger; it was a complete mystery what it would do to someone who was already as big as they were, but it wasn’t that hard to come up with a few solid hypotheses. If nothing else, the Renamon knew they were safe to drink; no toxicity or chance of death, just a very high chance of bliss. “So… when should we?” Quil mumbled, voice trembling from the barely-contained excitement, “E-everyone’s looking already…” It was quite true; the short time the two had spent having their picnic had been enough for their already-sizeable assets to grow to even larger proportions. Hours had passed, after all, in between sandwiches and talks of the latest random thing they found on the internet, and the afternoon heat had given way to a chilly breeze when the sun began to go down. It was genuinely impressive how fast time flew, yet another piece of evidence that they were made for one another. The end result, however, was free for everyone to see: the Renamon’s bust had swollen to the point where it spilled onto the ground even if they remained on their knees, completely covering their legs, while the dragon’s nuts mimicked their size by effectively making it impossible for Quil to move without forcefully dragging them from place to place. Going home, for either of them, was now impossible without calling a taxi or a van, but they didn’t care much; it just meant they were ready for phase two of their plan. Though its exact effects were unknown, Anabelle had posited that the chemical mix might react positively to certain aspects of hyper physiology; more specifically, it should have an increased effect depending on how much “fluid build-up”, as she called it, was present at time of consumption. This had been a good half of the reason why they opted to forgo their morning milking routine; convinced as they were that the mutagen would bless them with so much more size that their current state would look positively tiny by comparison, they didn’t mind ripping their clothes apart and exposing themselves for the whole world to see. Even Quil, who normally winced and whined at the mere thought of people looking at their bulge, seemed perfectly fine with the crowd gathering around them staring at their immense pillar of cockmeat, already taller than the durg was and spilling so much pre that no inch of their immense sack was left dry. The underside bulged out with each pump of the slick fluid, having to temporarily engorge just to be able to deal with the load, while both cum factories had gotten to the point where they were visibly swelling, an inch every other second signalling that they had very little time before the decision was removed from their hands. Anabelle too was facing their own fluid problem, what with her bust having been filled to the brim and a few gallons more; each of their engorged teats were constantly dripping with their sweet cream, creating a large trickle that flowed down onto the ground and attracted a group of sweet tooths who went to work licking it wherever they could. Neither of the two cared to tell them not to; they’d be having a much better treat in just a few moments, after all. Gone would be the days where Quil’s breasts failed to keep up with their balls and Anabelle faced the exact opposite issues. Gone would be the days where they could simply ​walk​ from place to place. With a smile on their faces and the promise of heavenly bliss in their minds, the dragon and the Renamon each picked up a bottle, uncapped it, and drank it down. As per their agreed-upon plan, they continued to do this until the basket was completely empty, meaning a total of three full bottles for each of them, and half a bottle shared between the two, ending in a passionate kiss after Anabelle was done licking their lips of every last drop. The effects would take a bit to kick in, and even though the Renamon was reasonably certain arousal wouldn’t be a meaningful activation or magnification factor, they couldn’t be ​completely​ certain; and besides, why give up a perfect opportunity to sink their hands into a pair of tits as soft as Quil’s, so full and yet so pliable, so malleable and yielding. Nothing like the Rena’s own, which had stretched out so much that just pressing down a bit would turn painful; with the dragon, Anabelle could literally sink their entire hand into the plush, inviting breastflesh and see it vanish underneath milky folds of fat. It was… difficult to describe how great it felt. The first signs that the mutagen was going to work exactly how they both wanted it to became apparent mere moments after finishing the last bottle. With a loud grumble and rumbling churn, they both felt an immense feeling of pressure build up inside of them, albeit in entirely different places. Quil’s hands flew to their breasts, Anabelle’s to their cock and balls, and all that was needed was a quick exchange of flustered looks for the couple to understand what was happening to them. Soon enough, their bodies began to “even out”, as it were, the mutagen working to build up mass and productivity in just the right spot for the both of them never to have to worry about being asymmetrical ever again; from that day forward, both their top and bottom halves would be working on the same level of overdrive! Anabelle was left moaning and squirming once they saw their bust begin to lift from the ground, putting enormous pressure onto the burgeoning orbs underneath; despite this, and despite how their cock was already poking at their chin and begging to be taken into their mouth, they kept their composure… for about five seconds. That’s how long it took for them to admire their precum-slicked rod, marvelling at how it rose from between their enormous cleavage and constantly twitched in front of their very eyes. It was too delicious to simply pass up, especially for someone whose tits had always been the main attraction, and after allowing their tongue to loll out from their mouth for a moment or two, the Renamon’s mouth flew wide open, and Anabelle’s shaft vanished into it. The member was still growing, making for quite a challenge when it started to bulge out the Rena’s throat and began requiring a lot of back arching just to keep it contained, but as soon as Anabelle began tasting their own pre, mixed in with the occasional spurt of cum from the miniature climaxes their body was prone to, it was absurd to think anything else could be done. Their mind was set: Quil would just have to make do, because their own mouth was going to be occupied for the rest of the day, ready to take whatever their inflated cumtanks could dish out. Quil, meanwhile, was experiencing the other end of the hyper pleasure spectrum; already used to a shaft of that size, it was a wonder for the dragon to see their own breasts swell to the same proportions as Anabelle’s, leaking milk all over and putting so much weight on the durg’s back that they just couldn’t resist. Allowing their body to learn forward, Quil used their new assets as pillows, letting their body weight press down on them and giving them the perfect opportunity to start bucking their hips, thrusting their gigantic cock through the increasingly-slick cleavage. At no point did Quil ever imagine they’d be titfucking themselves while immobilized by a set of breasts that were each bigger than the beanbags in their living room, but now that they had the chance, they were going to take it and run as far away with it as they could. This didn’t go unnoticed with the dozens, potentially hundreds of people still at the park, especially given the amount of spillage the two were producing. Though Anabelle’s shaft was safely inside their mouth, bulging out their stomach and threatening to kickstart a vicious cycle, the Renamon’s tits were free to leak gallons of their milk all over the ground; similarly, both of Quil’s breasts were in full flow, pouring even harder as they were stimulated by the cock grinding between them, itself constantly spurting jets of the dragon’s seed, covering the passers-by in it. A few of the bolder ones took a few tentative steps forward, trying to gauge the couple’s reaction, see if they would allow it… and when no resistance was put up, the brave few grew braver still, progressing from just drinking the flow from midair like a water fountain, to pressing their lips against the two hyper herms’ swollen teats, drinking straight from the tap. Of course, given how powerful the production and output were, even the most foolish among those onlookers could only take it for so long before they had to give up, their bellies horrendously swollen from how much milk they’d consumed. Though they would make way for more to take their place, they would not have to wait for much longer before the thirst struck again; the mutagen had done a number on Quil and Anabelle’s body chemistry, being far more powerful than first imagined, and the Renamon got to watch as their calculations were proved correct, the many drinkers starting to blossom into fully-fledged hypers themselves! Those who drank their milk grew in every direction, some spontaneously developing into herms themselves, all of them succumbing to the transformation and turning into mewling messes, their two hands insufficient to explore their new bodies. Before long, they too would turn into “dispensers” for the chemical cocktail, even their second-hand version being enough to pad out whoever drank from them. The most potent effects, however, still came exclusively from Quil and Anabelle, both of whom were simply too lost in their collective pleasure to experience anything other than complete and utter mindless bliss. The dragon’s cock, thanks to all of the stimulation of their titfuck, had grown ​gigantic,​ enough that some of their supplicants were hanging from underneath it and struggled to wrap their arms around it; it was allowed to get that big thanks to the efforts of the very breasts it was being thrust into, which had swollen so much that Quil’s feet no longer touched the ground. The durg was stuck atop two small mounds of milk, mindlessly bucking their hips into it. But even those gigantic tits paled in comparison to the size of their balls, which had ballooned outwards to become so large that moving would forever be outside of the dragon’s abilities. It seemed like their shaft, itself already an enormous pillar of vein-covered, throbbing meat, had only reached such a size in order to properly satisfy the growing demands of the cumtanks it was servicing; every thrust made it grow half a foot in length, about half that in width, every spurt of cum bloated out its underside just so it could output even more. And yet, even that wasn’t enough to deal with the absurd quantities of seed being produced inside of Quil’s hyperproductive cum factories, which just seemed to bloat regardless of how much the durg emptied them. Every heartbeat caused them to expand in all directions, wobbling and jiggling, almost like they had two invisible hoses pumping them up fuller every time. But the Renamon… their partner, their sweet partner, was a perfect example of what Anabelle’s genius could do. For Quil’s body, the mutagen was in its natural habitat. But in the Renamon themselves? ​They​ were the embodiment of what the mutagen could do if given purpose.​ Because the Renamon had effectively been drinking their own tainted cum to the point where their stomach was half as big as their balls, and their body had taken ​quite well​ to such an abuse of biology. To say their breasts had “grown” would be the understatement of the century; Quil was stuck on top of their own milktanks and yet both their size put together wouldn’t even match a single one of Anabelle’s tits, both of which were pouring with so much milk that no one around the Rena even dared to get close to them, lest they be taken in the tide. The Renamon was still sitting down, the grooves on the ground where their burgeoning tits forced them backwards making up a perfect timeline of how their ass packed on more mass as well, growing wider with each foot. And yet, despite all of it, their breasts were still not able to touch the ground, as they’d been forced several feet up by a pair of balls that made Quil’s look miniscule by comparison, each carrying enough cum to flood the park two or three times over, each pumping merely a fraction of their contents into the Rena’s gullet with each gulp they took. Anabelle’s cock was creaking as it tried to keep up with the demands for size, until it had simply grown too large for the Renamon to keep drinking from it; with a loud, wet slurp, it popped from the Rena’s mouth and showered their face in white, the poor thing desperately trying to angle it so they could keep gulping down their seed. But their hands were busy with something else, something that had been buried by the four colossal mounds of fluid-stuffed flesh. Between their legs, hidden underneath the gigantic cock and balls, their needy, puffy mound had begun to take on extra size as well, its flesh bulging outwards and taking away whatever little room was left underneath all of that heft the Renamon had developed. The pressure on top of it, having to deal with so much weight at every single moment, had nearly driven Anabelle crazy with need, to the point where they were happy to ignore the thickening shaft slapping against their face just so they could stuff their hands into their needy slit; the pussy itself had swollen enough that the Rena could fit both of their hands inside, even if just barely, their mouth stuck open as they moaned whorishly at the stimulation. Each poke of their fingers elicited an extra foot in every direction, every squish and shlick leading to them growing even fuller. Their body was turning into a milk- and cum-blimp, pressurized to a dangerous degree and stuck on the edge of bursting… until it was no longer on the edge. With one last scream of mindless pleasure, the floodgates were opened, and the Renamon’s body ​covered​ the park around them with a deluge of their fluids, their tits and cock erupting with so much production that they were visibly swelling even harder just from the strain of having to deal with the output. With all three hoses pointed directly upwards, that clear sunset sky turned pearly white when a sticky, heavy rain began to fall on everyone present, the little ones opening their mouths and turning their heads up to the heavens just so they could partake in some of the bounty. Uncountable gallons were fired upwards just to land into the waiting crowd, all of them growing immensely as the tainted fluids coursed through their system. Anabelle was gulping down eagerly as well; so tired that they couldn’t even manage to sit down properly, the only reason they weren’t flat against the ground was their tits keeping the Renamon’s torso locked in place, if slightly bent backwards. Their head craned back, their mouth open and drooling, mouthfuls of the “rain” made their way into Anabelle’s waiting stomach, where the mutagen just kept on making her bigger whether they liked it or not. A vicious cycle. One that lasted for a good hour before finally stopping. Towards the end, even the chemicals couldn’t keep the reaction going forever, and the sheer amount being produced by the Renamon began to die down, their body slowly shrinking as it was emptied out. Quil, meanwhile, had been experiencing a smaller-scale version of the same rapturous orgasm their date had, only adding to the flood covering the picnic park in a thick coating of dull white. The dragon couldn’t have hoped to grow as much as Anabelle did, not having consumed their own cum, but they’d reached a respectable size nonetheless; enough that, after everything was done and over with and they found themselves to be completely drained, they were at least three times bigger than they were before heading out to meet the Renamon, dragging around a pair of balls that reached the ground and two tits large enough to completely obscure their torso and reach all the way to cover their six-foot cock. But Anabelle… considering how ​enormous​ they’d grown at their peak, it was no surprise that, after the rain stopped and Quil got to appreciate the end result, the Renamon was utterly unrecognizable. Mostly because they were permanently buried underneath a chest that was bigger than they were, a shaft that seemed to graze the ten-foot mark even while flaccid, and a pair of cum factories that throbbed and pulsated visibly, each as large as the tits above them were. The Rena was panting, gasping for breath, calling out to Quil as they flailed underneath their new weights, before finally collapsing onto the ground and being buried by their own assets. It took them about ten minutes before they got Anabelle back into a sitting position, at which point their swollen pussy mound became more apparent than ever when the Rena hefted their titanic tits up just so they could reach it. Quil smiled before giving her a smooch on the forehead, nuzzling against their neck fluff and succeeding in dragging a single sentence out of their date before they succumbed to self-pleasuring themselves again: “Do this again tomorrow, hun~?”

(M TF Dinosaur mega-hybrid) The conservation and preservation organisation known as AWE had suddenly found itself on red alert. Their head researcher, the slothful and eccentric researcher Dr. Magnus has been using their research of neo cells to transform people into prehistoric beasts, to undo the unfair extinction. They had not always gone the most... legal route in aquiring volunteers, and even their most legal route is still arguably not legal- even with a person's permission doing human expirements goes against humane laws. Most people knew what they were doing, but few knew the creatures had all formerly been human. AWE's founder the extremely rich Rex Aldinn threw his money around to make sure governments and police forces kept their mouths shut and let them work, so no one was able to investigate them fully. But one day Rex woke up to find the police already knew. And now knowing what AWE was actually doing, money was no longer good enough. No ammount of money would keep them quiet about kidnapping people and turning them into ancient beasts- some of which ran wild outside of AWE for a time leading to property damage and several eaten people! Rex's money was to keep people away from finding out, and to keep his employees well paid enough that no one would ever rat on them. When he looked at the news reports of police gathering outside AWE facilities around the world, he seen a familiar face and grit his teeth. Aden. The neo cells had been recovered from the primordial ooze known as the Garden Of Eden, which had been found by a research team, Aden and his wife Lilith. Lilith exposed herself to the cells which then flash evolved her into a bizarre creature, causing her to go into hiding. Rex had been in school with Lilith and done lots of research with her before she married Aden, so she sent Aden his way to try and develop technology to repress the cells. Rex agreed, but at the same time formed AWE to harness the cells to enact his dream of undoing the unfair extinction of prehistoric life brought about by the meteor. He believes it disturbed the natural course of evolution on the planet, so he wanted to revert it, and bring dinosaurs back to evolve undisturbed. Rex beleived whatever dinosaurs will evolve into naturally is this world's true apex being. Seeing Rex intended to deliberately unleash the cells for his own uses, Aden quickly pulled out of his research on neo cell repression and abandoned AWE to return to his wife. They did not have the manpower or funds to resist Rex. But it would seem he found a way to hurt the organisation anyway. He leaked all their information to the authorities. Yes, AWE was bringing back species that had been wiped out, which sounded great on paper. Except they neglected to mention that in order to bring back prehistoric life- they would make humans extinct. Rex rushed to Magnus's office to see him scrambling to sort DNA sequences and eject them into a thermal shielded breifcase to transport them, knowing AWE facilities were compromised. "How close to operational is our satalyte network?" Once they had perfected their work, they were going to load the programmed neo cells into low orbit satalytes to shower down on the planet like a carpet bombing, transforming people en masse. Magnus lowered his head and glared at him over his dense glasses. "We built them with your credit card, and you don't know? They are mostly complete, and the ones that are not opperational yet can be finished pretty easily, because they were never a priority. We have nothing to send them up with." Rex twisted his lips in frusteration a moment. "And we can't rush DNA research." "Rush? With the cat out of the bag, how are we even supposed to do it at all? No one is going to let us search for samples. Synthesizing DNA sequences through nano fossil scanning of fossils we already collected is literally the only means we currently have of getting any more gene programming. We only have a handful of species with complete sequences right now. The whole point was to bring back dinosaurs, and of all the prehistoric creatures we have completed sequences for- NONE of them are technically dinosaurs!" "Maggy?" "HALF plesiosaurus. She is a functioning creature that is 100% prehistoric, but only half of that is technically a dinosaur. We had to do a half and half because we did not have a complete sequence for either of the species." Another man burst into the doorway behind Rex. "Mr. Aldinn, the police are swarming the building outside. It looks like there are SWAT teams showing up too- they are not joking around." He looked at Magnus. "Hey, give me a prehistoric form, I will fuck them up. I can buy us time, just give me something strong." Rex shook his head. "We appreciate the thought Tex, but as great as dinosaurs are, they are still no match for a slew of guns. You would be gunned down before you stepped out of the building." Magnus smiled, holding up a vial. "Actually... there is a bullet proof dinosaur. We have 15% of its sequence." "... seriously?" "Making a pure sample to create and propogate a species is one thing. If all we need is power, then I can do that rather easily. We just keep using incomplete sequences till we have a complete one. Make a dinosaur that is... all dinosaurs." He handed Tex a suppressor band. "This won't fit by the time you are done so just... hold it." The neo cells worked very fast, so by the time Tex approached the front of the building he could already feel the changes happening. It felt like his skin was crawling, twitching and tugging in random directions as it grew and compressed. He looked down at the back of his hand to see the skin thickening and darkening to a grey color. As it compressed it seemed to form into shallow square plates. He felt it with his other hand and it already felt like hardened leather. The feeling through it was dulled as well- there was no sensation directly on the surface. Magnus had explained that using polarisation microscopy on fossils of Ankylosaurus remains indicated that its hide was a material blend of bone and collagen, almost mirroring fiberglass or kevlar. The material used to make bulletproof armor. Ankylosaurus is bulletproof, in addition to the fact its entire body is covered with thick bone scutes and most of its skelital structure is fused together- its more like it was bomb-proof. Tex arched his neck back at an odd sensation as he felt a stiffening branch out from his spine, straight sideways at several different points. A bulge travelled through his skin and gave him a sharp but very breif pain as they broke the surface and spikes quickly formed and grew to the length of his fingers, and a bit thicker than the base of his thumb each. There was two on the very base of his neck against his back, then three more sets up the back of his neck. These spikes were sharp and dangerous, but not especially stiffly locked in place- they did not connect directly to his spine, there were braced with cartalage but could still be bent if you pressed hard enough on the side of one. The thickening of his skin caused his entire body to bulk up a bit making his clothing ill-fit, and making his bodily features less pronounced as the thick hide rounded them out for now. Tex planned to walk heroically out the front of the building but the next change caused him to stop entirely to let it finish. His spine was rapidly growing new vertebrae as a tail formed behind him. He had to quickly pull the back of his pants down to let it out, and the growth was so close and tangled with the muscle structure of his hips it made it difficult to move his legs when it was growing, so he had to wait this one out. The blood raced so strongly into the new tail to feed the new muscles as they grew that blood pressure seemed to slam into the end and cause it to tingle powerfully from pressure, like a limb just starting to wake up. The end of the tail visibly swelled though, bulging up and out like a balloon of stiff hide. The vertebrae at the end of his still growing tail fused together- no cartilage between them, ossification turned several tendons to bone as well, so he could not bend the end of his tail at all. The skin seemed to open up around the continued growth at the end exposing what looked like a giant bone sphere inside, but as it continued to grow and push farther out it was actually two bone domes- giant scutes! As the growth of the tail slowed to a stop Tex sighed in releif. It was long enough that the stiff end dragged on the ground behind him. He carefully lifted it, curling it like a person flexing their arm, then smiled and slammed it onto the floor. The tile floor shattered to bits under the impact of the powerful limb- there was almost no feeling at all in the solid end of it. The end of an ankylosaur tail is a solid bone mace, for shattering their enemies legs out from under them. As Tex continuned to the front doors, the police shouted commands at him, seeing him through the glass doors and windows of the front of the AWE building, but Tex did not bother to listen. He could feel a growth in his head toward the back, making him lean his head forward a bit against the sensation. It felt like someone had grabbed his skull and was stretching it backward, creating a cup-shaped extension off the back of his head. The only gap in the bone ring was where his spine went down to his body. The larger it got the more its shape took form, and four divots became apparent in the bone, three more besides where his spine was. Small stumpy spikes formed around the rim of it, breaking the skin. It was not till he felt four horns break the skin near its base that he identified this as the cest of a triceratops. But it was mirrored- the crest was only supposed to face up, and there was only two horns at its base. This was a full circle with four horns, two on top and two that followed just over the hinge of his jaw. There was a dull ache as the muscles under the skin seemed to resist the growth of it, and when he clenched his jaw the plates broke where the seams had shown. The crest broke into four segments and pulled forward, creating a large fan connected between by a thin but stiff membrane. The horns rapidly grew out out of him feeling oddly satisfying as they slid out, though their weight nearly toppled him forward onto his face. The police outside likely would have opened fire on him already, but seeing him transforming gave them pause, thinking he was another of AWE's victems, not a willing volunteer. Tex actually had to grab his lower horns to help hold his head up because his neck no longer had the power to. As soon as he did though it felt as though they reacted to his touch and the already formed bone of the horns started to change shape! They narrowed greatly and spread quickly both up and down. Narrow holes formed on the top and bottom facing down toward each other and the four started to stretch in toward one another. Several more holes formed on the top horns that spread further than the bottom did. Baffled as to what was happening he had to look at his reflection in one of the glass encased pillars of the lobby. The horns were not horns at all any more- the four segments had transformed into what looked like a long, narrow Spinosaurus skull! The two top ones made the body of the skull and the bottom two formed the mandibles of the lower jaw. The narrow holes on the edges quickly became filled as the thousands of vicious spinosaur fangs filled them! In confusion he flexed the new muscles in his head, causing the huge four segment crest to pull back and lock together pointed backward off his head, but in doing so almost threw himself off his feet when his weight shifted! The four segments that formed the giant skull mask also broke into four segments again and opened up, sticking straight out from his head, exposing his face again! When the crest closed, the skull mask opened, when the crest opened the mask closed, shielding his face. Tex uttered 'finally' when he felt his spine stretch and then fatten up, tugging the skin of his back. His tail once again started to grow longer, but his torso was starting to get very slowly longer as well, and more importantly the veins in his neck throbbed powerfully and his neck bulked tremendously with muscle and grew longer to deal with the weight of his new head. An officer shot at him out of fear from watching the changes and the other officers were quick to chastise him for shooting without orders. The bullet would have struck along Tex's expanding neck but he closed his mask in reflex, which caused his crest to open up, catch, and deflected the bullet into the floor. It was a strange feeling both physically and mentally, to look down at his own body and see the distance from his eyes and the end of his body growing longer and longer. The longer it got the more muscles developed to support and move it, which caused his tail and neck to both gaint a great deal of flexibility, allowing him to twist and curl them like a snake does its entire body. Not only was his neck getting much stronger and thicker, the spikes from his spine also started to multiply, but at a slower rate than the growth. This caused the ones that already formed to be stretched farther apart. His neck belonged to a Mamenchisaurus, the tallest of the tall. His tail length was being taken from a Brontosaurus, who used its extreme tail length as a muscular whip to painfully smash predators away. In a sense these features made them similar to a modern day giraffe. A lion would love to eat a giraffe, but it would have to be suecidal to try, because a healthy adult giraffe could shatter every bone in its body with a single kick. Only their elderly and young were prey. You don't fuck with a healthy adult, it doesn't matter who you are, it will annihilate you with size alone. Tex started to open the doors to go outside against the protests of the police as they aimed their guns. He had to pause as he felt a surge of pressure from somewhere deep inside of himself, in the very core of his body. It pulsed outward through his entire body as a warmth, but when it hit a second time before the warmth of the first had passed, his entire body throbbed with it, getting a bit bigger. His clothes gave pained groans and several teeth on his pants zipper blew out. Because his torso was longer now, it was already a bit awkward to keep his balance, his body leaned forward even when he stood as straight as he could. He knew the police were not going to hold their fire much longer though, so he pushed off of the doorway and rushed forward even as he felt the next pulse coming. Mid run, the police were shouting at him following closesly with their guns when his clothing exploded off him, ripping in several places at the same time because his entire body grew evenly. The metal button on his pants even fired off with enough for to blind one officer in the eye. Tex lost his balance because he was running when his size shifted, so he turned his shoulder forward as he fell and crashed into a police cruiser with enough force to flip the car into the air, standing on the front, absorbing several bullets. A couple bullets hit Tex but it sort of felt like getting shot with a high power paint gun. It stung like hell and felt like it would leave a bad bruise, but the bullets did not break his skin. His weight was pinning the car in its standing position and he felt another surge, feeling his body slide up the car as it grew still bigger. His junk was exposed now without any clothing and it felt a bizarre change too. His anus felt like it was being tugged upward from an inward pressure behind his nuts, but at the same time just immediately above that there was an outward pressure behind his dick, forcing it to full erection quickly. Tex inhailed sharply at the feeling as his anus shifted up quickly and his nuts yanked themselves into his body- the scrotum pulling tight to prevent them from descending again. His dick got fatter though, especially in the middle of the shaft. He seen one officer out of the corner of his eye lower the aim of his gun, targeting the pink flesh of his cock. Well, that is just against the rules. Tex stood up but before the car fell back into place, he punched down on it sending it fully back up then swatted it with his other hand, sending it spinning on its front toward the man trying to shoot his dick, and crashed into two other cars sending them all in different directions. Tex landed on all fours but his arms and legs both bulked on up impact to brace. His thighs especially swelled giant with muscle, which also made his ass huge and round as a side effect. He groaned again from the sensations in his crotch though as his anus tugged still higher and vanished into the remaining folds of his scrotum flesh as it inverted. It pulled the base of his dick inward a bit as the area collapsed into a slit-like opening, a cloaka. His dick throbbed longer but also much thicker, causing the shaft to deform as a indent formed down the middle, which continued to deepen the wider it attempted to grow, till eventually it went all the way through, and the shaft split into two in the middle. The split started to travel farther down and up, till the tips split in half and 'twanged' in either direction. The shaft was still incredibly thick toward the ends, and got thinner as it went down. His cock was shaped like a wish bone- a hemipenis. Also like a hemipenis, since it collapses entirely into the body when not in use, its rediculously huge when it does come out to play. Tex felt the pulses of pressure in his body soften, becoming less pronounced but also lingering longer, so it was less of a pulse and more of a steady feeling as he was just slowly growing at a constant rate now. He turned and smashed one car up into several officers with his clubbed tail, temporarily taking out the threats to his left as he turned to the right and lowered his head, feeling the bullets deflecting off his mask and crest- becoming more of a threat to the people shooting them than it was to Tex. Since it was fully grown now, his pronged cock started to shrink back down and draw in, so that weak point was quickly vanishing. He was not actually aroused by anything- it was only forced erect by the growth temporarily. His nails became extremely thick and narrowed a bit, growing into points and then sliding out more and more. His fingers got rounder and thicker to support them as his claws grew huge. His hands then started to stretch immensely though. His thumb and pinky were drawn into the sides and slowly absorbed as the others grew farther and farther away from the wrist. When he arched his head down to look at his changing hands though, he seen thousands of quills sprouting on his chest and down his underside too, not sure what those were yet. The distance between his ankle and toes were stretching out just like his count, but his toe count did not change- though his large toe did not follow the others and instead rotated a bit so that it was coming off the bottom of his ankle, giving him a small claw that just sort of hung there, no where near the ground. The claws on his feet were taller, and looked more like talons, while the claws on his hands were more round and long. Tex seen the officers starting to regather themselves from the car he tossed spinning into them. He went to roar at them but it did not come out right. It sounded like half a roar, half a man trying to impersonate a roar. Because his mouth was open, there was also several painfully sharp snaps heard as his face started to change shape! His chin and his nose started to grow outward, making the slope of his nose more equalized with the rest of the face that was dragged along with it. His nostrils adjusted and became narrow slits- they now acted as gills instead of regular nostrils. Allowing him to breath above or below water by changing where he breathed in from, nose or mouth. His teeth became sharper but also more wide, taking on triangular shapes, which caused all the teeth to ache behind it for more room, which then changed and shoved the teeth behind those further back, till it was shoving against his jaw itself which was struggling to keep up. More teeth started to grow in behind those as he got the full set of teeth from a Megalodon, all four rows. His head grew huge, though his eyes remained relatively the same size. The shape of his skull was anvil-like, a hybridization of both a tyranosaurus and megalodon. He lurched his long neck forward and roared again, this time a bit better but there was also a powerful reverberance in his chest he could not identify that vibrated hard enough to tickle him. Tex pounced forward not being able to make it very far with his awkwardly still growing body and sort of just pancaked half a cruiser under himself. He bit toward the police and missed, but bit into the side of another car and actually lanced the metal. It felt like biting the metal that held the eraser on a pencil- it wasn't hard at all compared to the crushing power of his new jaws. His head stopped growing when it nearly filled the huge bone mask. The police fired several more bullets into his side, still not drawing blood but hurting him. He roared at them this time on reflex, and the volume collapsed them all to their knees holding their ears. The windows of all the nearby cars exploded from the vibrations as a large bone ripped out of Tex's chest! The arched club-like bone was hinged on the top of his rib cage and pulled a membrane of flesh out off his collar. It was the crest from the back of a Parasaurolophus' head! It allowed them to make hauntingly musical calls. For Tex it amplified the volume of his roar and made it almost sound like a whale song- except without it being under water the sound was much sharper, and the vibrations strong enough to cause glass to shutter violently enough to break. Tex grinned his giant shark teeth at them and tried to stand upright again, but had a lot of trouble. As he thrust his chest out in pride from his mighty roar the quills down his underside burst open into millions of colourful bristles- they were all feathers! They were red with dark blue arrow tips on them- colors usually associated with ripe fruit or lively flowers to attract attention and draw in unwitting prey. These were the feathers of Archeopteryx, the proto-bird. He fumbled his supressor brace for a moment in surprise as the explosion of color from his own body, and as soon as he let go his thoughts seemed to vanish. He forgot what he was trying to do, and as he started to tip back into a fully four legged stance his hand touched the brace and his thoughts returned. He would have to make sure not to lose that by accident- he cannot turn human again without it. His claws were so huge now he was able to manoeuvre it around their points and wore the brace like a ring- since his fingers were about as thick as his arms used to be. His hands were so long now it almost looked like he had two elbows- one pointing either way. Trying to get up he placed his hands and feet together using his hands to push up off the ground while his legs braced him. His torso exploded in thickness, which helped brace his longer spine and help him with his task. When he lifted his arms though, he felt resistance. The skin was stuck! His arms and legs partially fused together! He pulled up and the skin stretched easily enough but never divided. It stretched out into giant sheets- a thick membrane... crudely evolved wings. That is why his arms reshaped! These were the wings of the Azhdarchid, the largest winged creatures to ever exist. So large that they did not fly very well. They usually just walked. His front claws were so long and sharp he had to stand on his knuckles, so the claws were sticking up and would not snag and dull on the ground. He would also have to be careful of being shot there- he could tell by the smoothness of the membrane that it did not share the bulletproof hide the rest of him had. His feathers stood on end in effort as his muscles tensed. He stood his hands up off the front and sort of teetered there, his back struggling. His torso got a bit thicker, and the leg muscles swelled bigger and even more defined, pulling the skin taught on the surface. With a bit of a jerky movement he stood up right, then took a few steps to make sure he could stay like this if he needed to. It would probably still be a lot easier and faster to travel on four legs- he can stand and walk on two if he wanted. His arms and legs were the same length but his arms were like pencils compared to his extremely girthy and muscular legs. Each time he stepped down he heard a click and noticed one of the talons on his feet was twice the size of all the others- these were raptor claws. The earliest bridge species between dinosaur and bird. The bulky leg structure itself from a Tyranosaur. Standing, Tex was so large he could touch the roof of the second floor of a building easily with his hands. His neck more than doubled that, allowing him to peek into the fifth floor of a building from standing on ground level. Thanks to the spikes sticking out of the sides of his neck, he could also swing it like a weapon. His tail was so long he could touch the opposite end of the block with it. He swung it around, making sure the police behind him didn't try to group back up and brushed them off the road like a broom gets rid of dust. The movement caused the club of his tail to throb, a bit of pressure building in it. It would have felt much more intense but there was almost no nerves in it to feel with. Another scute started to push out of the skin, and then another. The club got larger and larger, growing more scutes, and then as if it was not already deadly enough several barb like spikes grew off the end of each scute pointing off the end of the tail. Tex found himself a bit breathless and tired though. Had the transformation taken a lot out of him? A lot more police were on their way, running out of steam at the very start of his rampage wouldn't buy AWE much time at all. He shivered at the feeling of the breeze on the membrane of his wings, and then remembered- reptiles are exothermic. He is cold blooded now, the breeze was draining body heat from the thin material of his wings! Without warmth his body will try to enter a dormant state to preserve its energy. As if in reply an immense pressure exploded all down his spine and he roared and fell onto all fours again, hunching his back. As soon as he raised his spine to the sunlight it started to stretch out. Pillars of thin but sturdy bone started to stretch out from each vertebrae, dragging his skin up with it, stretching it out along the way. The spines in the middle grew faster and stopped longer than the others, ultimately creating a gigantic fan of skin. The bottom bulged out on either side, eventually releasing large diamond shaped bone plates from the skin, creating a more gradual slope onto the fan from the sides. Tex could immediately feel the sun being absorbed into the huge fan of skin, warming his body. The giant fan was from the back of a spinosaurus, allowing them to gather solar power even while the rest of them was sunk into the water. The diamond plates are from the back of a Stegosaurus, armor plating the lower half of the fin. They did not stand up off the skin like depictions of stegosaurus have- but scientists are actually not sure how stegosaurus wore them either. The plates are not attached by bones, so like Tex's neck thorns, if a stegosaurus did have them projecting straight up like that, you'd be able to bend them sideways. As the warmth spread through him from the fan, color spread across the crest on his head, looking like it was being tie-dyed in fast forward. It stole the coloration of the crest of a Dilophosaurus, who used its crest like a cobra to scare enemies, or startle them long enough to spit caustic snot into their eyes. As if adding a cherry on top, as Tex slammed his head into a car to toss it at the remaining police a horn erupted from the end of his nose. It was narrow so it slid between the two plates that made up the top of his skull mask, and the back side of it was serrated. This did not seem to be from a specific dinosaur, so perhaps it evolved simply from the neo cells taking liberties based on his behavior. Not long after, the military had been called in. AWE's primary wing would not give in as easily as the others. Remotely controlled facilities were being activated across the world in bunkers containing satalytes ready to launch. Magnus was uploading data for what gene sequences they did have, and due to lack of time thanks to their whistle blower- including a few hybrids, simply because they could not create pure samples. The military wasn't about to let the madman push the button and launch them though. As soon as they turned the corner onto the street, the sun was blacked out. They looked up to see Tex clung to the side of a building on the twelfth floor by his hooked claws. No, not Tex anymore. He was the peak of all dinosaurs, the conjunction of all their greatest features. He is the Yellow Tyrant! The Lizard King! Using parts of thirteen different dinosaurs, the cells managed to create one very long but still stable and complete gene sequence. He let go of the building and spread his limbs to the side, catching the wind under the membrane as he glided quickly over to the approaching military and slammed down ontop of them with enough force to make their vehicles jump and inch in the air from the tremor, as they watched the lead vehicle get crumpled in like a tin can. He stood up slowly, feeling the breeze rustle the vibrant feathers on his chest, and smiled at his new play things.

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.

After what had happened at the springs, neither Starry nor Hook really thought that anything would go further than that. In their heads, the two would wrap it all up, forget that anything happened, then go home and try not to dwell on the transcendental experience that was having the vixen’s breast milk turn an entire spa into a growth-based disaster area. Starry in particular saw it as just a simple outing, something she’d always wanted to do but never expected to return to beyond the first experience; that she ended up with her body wrapped around a dick big enough to turn her into little more than a condom around it while her tits bloated with enough milk to leave her immobilized atop a bed of breasts was, ultimately, just a bonus, even if one she would cherish in her memories for as long as she lived. What neither the vixen nor the coyote could’ve guessed, however, was that they would both end up being kicked out of the establishment at the same time and via the same door, leaving them stuck outside the springs with nowhere to go but home, and no one else to turn to but one another. Granted, even by then, they still had to deal with their excessively engorged forms; even Starry, who was entirely used to her growth by then, couldn’t really walk with a series of busts that large attached to her, to say nothing of poor Hook, whose body-sized nuts and nearly fifteen feet of cock made it impossible for him to do anything at all other than stare ahead at the middle distance, his mind a blank courtesy of the pleasure onslaught created by his pillar of cockmeat and its ludicrous amount of nerve endings. It was Starry, therefore, who took the first step; no point turning around without saying goodbye to someone who’d just given her such a wonderful time, plus, it was clear the ‘yote wasn’t a natural hyper, thus had no real way of dealing with such an enormous growth spurt without some expert assistance. It wouldn’t be incorrect to make the statement that Starry felt somewhat responsible for what happened, though that implied a certain degree of wrong had been done to someone, which was about as much of a polar opposite to how the vixen felt as could be possible; sure, she had turned a perfectly regular person into a hyper by virtue of breast milk overexposure, but that was a gift as far as she was concerned, and one that Hook would learn to adore just as much as she herself loved her own gifts. He just needed a helping hand, was all… at least, after they calmed down enough that their cock began to soften, since there was no point trying to do anything while the coyote was still at full mast; well, nothing productive at least, seeing as Starry could come up with plenty of things to do with a cock that large, albeit none that wouldn’t get them arrested for public indecency. They were already on thin ice, hence why her first move was to offer to drive Hook home, seeing as he was clearly in no fit state to use a car; neither was she, to be fair, but it was far easier for the vixen to drain her milktanks to a more manageable size than it was for the ‘yote to learn how to use the pedals while having a dick massive enough that it legitimately got in the way. Hook, for his part, took a bit of time before he processed what he had been asked, his mind still clouded by lust and an unyielding desire to fuck something until that pressure he felt in his balls went away. He’d do it with that gorgeous vixen again if given the chance, and indeed, it was precisely this that went through his mind when he accepted the offer; he had no intention of forcing the issue, but if the two were home and Starry decided to throw herself onto him again, he certainly wouldn’t say no. Hell, he might actually reciprocate properly that time around, rather than stuttering his way into having his dick sucked like some kind of rank amateur, especially now that he was so… large. So large, so massive, so hung that it made it impossible for him to think of anything else, so heavy and girthy that his cock almost immediately began hardening again once Hook allowed these thoughts to take over, prompting a roll of the eyes from the vixen beside him; she was afraid something like that would happen, but could hardly blame the man for falling into a trap that she herself had been prey to plenty of times in the past. It’d be ridiculous to think that someone could be gifted a package of that size and not fall down a spiral of constantly self-reinforcing arousal because of it… though she was hoping it wouldn’t take so long that her lack of clothes would start to make her feel cold once the sun began to set, forcing her to try and get Hook back down something resembling reality by gently tapping him on the side of the head until he flinched and resumed regular conscious behavior. The drive back to his place was, by all accounts, an extremely difficult one. Starry took the time to milk herself down to a size that actually fit inside her car, helped along by how the two of them were only kicked out after a good hour of rest post-coitus, but was still left with three sets of breasts that were each… not as enormous as before, but certainly larger than her original pairs had been before the whole breast milk debacle. It took some getting used to, but with the vixen accustomed to far greater bursts of size, it wasn’t anywhere as difficult as it was for Hook: even when completely limp and flaccid, the coyote’s cock was still a good three feet or so long, thick enough to take up a substantial amount of space between his legs; complete with his nuts being about the same size as Starry’s breasts, both of them rounding around the dimensions of a literal melon, it left the poor guy so bottom-heavy that he clearly didn’t know what to do. Once the pleasure high came crashing down, all Hook was left with was a package significantly larger than anything he’d ever seen in person, along with all the concerns and practical problems that came with it: he didn’t have a hyper-accessible home, he had no experience in draining himself the way hypers had to, he didn’t even know the first thing about the medical implications! And that was for those with the naturally-occurring gene sequence, heavens only knew what was going on with him if he had grown that much from just being near Starry and their breast milk; he didn’t even know such a thing was possible to begin with. “Not to worry,” the vixen attempted to reassure him once he brought these questions up, “I have a few compressor choices back at my place, so you won’t need to spend money on them just yet. We’ll get you hooked up in no time, you’ll see.” The dumb smile that followed the even dumber wordplay would’ve been able to disarm even the most volatile of explosives. In that moment, as much as Hook still wanted to panic at his future prospects, most of his focus had to go towards stifling a series of undignified giggles; at least it gave him something to do other than think about his dick, and lightened the atmosphere just enough that the two of them actually managed to chat casually for the rest of the ride back to Starry’s place. Granted, none of the topics broached the subject matter of the day; neither of them wanted to talk about how the vixen had completely upturned the lives of several people by virtue of just being slightly horny, nor did the two of them wish to discuss the implications of this, nor what the vulpine was truly capable of. Instead, they talked about the sort of things one might bring up over coffee when first meeting: where did they work, what did they do, what did they enjoy spending their free time on, the sorts of talking points that made the start of an actual acquaintance. It gave them a certain amount of normality that they both desperately craved, given their first true meeting was nothing if not entirely out of the ordinary; for a few glorious minutes, Hook even managed to forget that the first thing the two ever did was fuck like animals, as if the car ride had overwritten that event as the true start of their (hopefully) budding relationship. Unorthodox, certainly, but at least it was something he could hold onto. Of course, once Starry parked her car in her apartment blocks’ underground garage, things took a turn back to the lewd, given that the ‘yote now had to drag his immense self to the elevator and into the vixen’s home; he tried his best not to look too much at her, given that the vixen was still completely naked from the waist up, but even then he was still at half-mast once the door was closed behind him. It took Starry throwing some clothes on herself in order to get him to control himself, and even then Hook still had to make a conscious effort to stop trying to count the number of tits on the vixen’s chest, lest he once more end up smashing through walls. “Alright, just so you know what we’re dealing with,” Starry explained, holding up a very large metallic ring, “most compressor tech available on the market needs to be manually calibrated. This means it doesn’t actually detect your size and adjust it properly, because frankly those are way too expensive; instead, you need to set your size ranges yourself.” “My… my what now?” - Hook, in truth, could at least guess as to what the vixen was talking about. He did not, however, want to think too much about it, for obvious reasons. “Well, it needs to work with a minimum baseline, which is about where you are right now,” the vixen clarified, pointing down at the coyote’s package, “but it also needs an upper bound, a ‘maximum’ size, if you will. That way the system can tell what sort of parameters it needs to work with, and adjust accordingly; I know it’s a bpre, but unless you want to spend a few grand on a compressor ring that does that automatically, this is your best shot right now.” “O-Oh, so, like, what I was like back at the spa then? Is that what you mean?” Oh, he didn’t like that smile. That wasn’t a good smile, especially not given what they were talking about; it was less welcoming and warm and far more predatory, as if by simply asking that question, Hook had accidentally opened a cage where some unfathomably powerful creature had been held since time immemorial. Starry herself didn’t realize that her reaction was so powerful; most of it wasn’t even hers, this being one of the few times her alter-selves liked to impose their will in order to make it clear for others that they weren’t dealing with their average vixen. Still, when she spoke again, it was with the same friendly tone as before, even helpful if not for what she was actually saying; it was important, at least in her mind, to keep the coyote from truly thinking about the implications of what they were about to do, and instead focus entirely on the more nitty-gritty details, the present moment rather than the future ones. “Well… not necessarily. I’ll be honest with you, I really don’t know how big you can get; I know you were huge back at the springs, but uh… well, hyper anatomy is weird, alright?” - she punctuated this statement by pointing at her two additional rows of breasts, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows at the same time - “I think you got close to as far as you could go, but we still need to make sure; I’d rather not gamble with sizes with this thing, it’s the strongest compressor I have and it was not cheap. So we’re gonna have to find out how big you can get.” Hook wanted to ask how they were supposed to do that. He wanted to ask, but knew better than to do so, given what the answer would most likely be; that said, it was only then that he noticed that Starry had positioned herself between him and the front door, stepping closer to him with slow, yet deliberate movements. Was this not what he wanted? Hadn’t he been telling himself earlier that, if given the chance, he would happily throw himself at the vixen if she did the same to him? Clearly, the universe had listened and was giving him both a second run with that gorgeous growing vulpine and an opportunity to explore his new size and unique bodily structure; not just that, but a chance to do so in a way that would actually help him in the long run, at least if he wanted to have any chance of controlling his size. In a way, it clicked: one moment he was terrified of what was about to happen, and the next, he had actually stepped forward towards Starry, thoroughly stunning her when he wrapped his arms around her back and pressed the two into a deep and rather unashamedly tongue-filled kiss. Though the vixen was initially shocked stiff, her muscles quickly relaxed once she realized what was happening, her mind awash in the sort of thoughts that she had to expend a serious amount of mental energy keeping under control. This was just what she needed: an eager lover, a welcoming lover, one who took the gift he was given and ran with it, one who wasn’t afraid to explore their new boundaries with her when provided an opening. And Hook himself reacted to this, growing increasingly more comfortable with what he had just done; if initially he still had some minor hesitation regarding his taking the first step, as soon as he felt the vixen melting in his arms, he knew he’d done the right thing… and so proceeded to do the same in return. It wouldn’t take long before the two were on the floor, their tongues intertwined, their hands busy exploring one another’s contours; Hook in particular immediately went for Starry’s busts, since really, how could he not? Six breasts, lined up and ready for him to sink his fingers into, providing the vixen herself with the first step in the climb to the “real” biggest size the coyote could achieve; really, the only thing left was for them to be on a soft surface rather than hard wood panelling, which was easily accomplished by very slowly, and almost painfully, dragging themselves across the floor whenever the two of them had a chance in between doing unspeakable things to one another. There was already a trail of thick pre leading up from where they had initially fallen on top of one another, and by the time their backs landed on a mattress, Hook was already well on his way to reaching the same size they had been at back at the springs; there was no guarantee this wouldn’t be the biggest he could be, but Starry knew better than to assume anything when it came down to the gifts of size she provided to those around her. It could very well be that the coyote’s real limits would only be revealed if teased out in specific circumstances, rather than it being a simple biological state that he achieved if he was horny for long enough; if that was the case, then certainly being stuck in a room with a gorgeous vixen such as herself would be more than enough to get the ‘yote’s body to react in the way Starry wanted it to… and judging by how immensely thick Hook was getting with relatively minimal effort, she might just have hit the nail on the head. It was a dangerous game she played, given how easy it was for her to lose control of herself in the process; she was, after all, still carrying the remnants of her little splurging back at the springs, in the form of three dreadfully undersized pairs of breasts that were at once the perfect bed for a cock large enough to service all of them, yet also not nearly capable of providing the amount of cushioning truly needed to get that mast up to its fullest extent. Still, given the state of mind Hook was in, it didn’t take a bust several times larger than herself for him to get close to the edge; really, Starry had to go out of her way to slow down just to keep the coyote from exploding all over her bedroom wall, at least before she was ready to have that happen. Besides, he was still only as large as he had been before: nearing fifteen feet in length, about as thick as Hook’s own torso, with a pair of balls so large that he could curl up inside one of them a couple of times over and still have plenty of space left. In any other case, it would be more than enough; indeed, even for them it had been enough, given what happened back at the spa. But for Starry’s purposes, and for Hook’s own sake, it wasn’t sufficient; the two of them had to be sure that this was the biggest possible size that he could reach naturally, and for that, he had to be denied. The vixen would be lying if she said she hated doing it to him; in truth, she could barely keep herself from biting her lower lip at the prospect of letting that beast of a cock bulge out further as it was fed pump after pump of blood, unable to achieve release and yet desperately craving for it. The mental image of the ‘yote’s balls, swollen to maximum capacity and beyond, was enough to make her eyes roll upwards, requiring a great deal of effort on her part to keep her mind from breaking into tiny pieces from the thought alone; she already had enough on her plate with the ridiculous amounts of cock being grinded against her every other second, doubly so considering how enthusiastic Hook was being. Long gone was the timid young man who didn’t know what to do with his new package; whether it be because he was a fast learner, or because his instincts had taken over and kicked the conscious version of the coyote down a cliff, he was far more proactive than he had been back when the two first met, so eager to take the lead that Starry honestly had no recourse but to… let him. It was a nice change of pace from her usual way of doing things, and as long as Hook didn’t climax, then things were still on track; her sole contribution was making sure the coyote remained in physical denial for as long as possible, and everything else was entirely up to Hook himself. Did he want to hump his towering dick against the air, using her as support? Then he could go for it. Did he want to beg for her to hug his shaft, just so he could feel how enormous it was, that it could literally hold an entire person and make them look tiny? Hell, Starry would gleefully throw herself onto that thing and hang off it like a tree branch, the thickest one she’d seen in her whole life. Whatever Hook wanted to do, Starry made sure to go along in order to provide the best possible experience, though always making sure that he didn’t go quite too far, lest the dam be broken and the ensuing flood ruin her plans. Perhaps the worst aspect of it was one that she hadn’t shared with Hook, precisely because she knew it would somewhat sour things: once he reached his peak size, the compressor would be placed onto the base of his cock, and from there the compression itself would bring him back to a perfectly regular size. He’d still cum; Starry wasn’t so evil that she would actually leave the poor guy without some measure of satisfaction, but she also wasn’t about to let more than fifteen feet of cockmeat paint her entire apartment a stark, sticky white. The last time she let that happen, repairs had been so expensive that she had to postpone her vacation by a whole year… though, that did mean she bumped into Hook in the springs, so perhaps it wasn’t all bad. Nevertheless, she had a job to do, and that meant bringing the coyote to the very edge and keeping him there, hopefully leading to his dick pushing beyond what initially seemed to be the upper cap for its size; the first inkling that it might not be the case came when Starry actually put some effort into (an attempt at) a tifuck, which, given the sheer difference in size between her busts and the cock she was trying to wrap them around, was less than stellar compared to some of her wildest moments. It was too big, too immense, too much for her, so much so that she had to actively stop at several moments just to keep her body from going completely wild and burying the both of them underneath an avalanche of soft flesh that wouldn’t stop until it broke clean through the whole house; even then, with a low, rumbling groan, and something that sounded like dry leather being stretched to the breaking point, that enormous pillar did manage to pack on even more mass, pushing past fifteen feet and closer to sixteen, with the coyote’s balls going through a similar transformation as they slowly, but visibly, swelled multiple inches in every direction. It was genuinely impressive just how little Hook was actually outputting; the vixen could only assume that her resounding success at keeping him on the edge prevented any real flooding, but even then, the ‘yote barely got a couple of gallons of pre out by the time he reached seventeen feet of length, remarkably less than what he’d accomplished back at the springs. Starry thought it best not to waste time wondering why that might be; if she did, there was a non-zero chance the universe might hear her and promptly flood her entire house (which wasn’t that far off from the truth, given how many of her alter-selves were watching the proceedings with bated breath). From there, there was only one direction things could take: bigger. Hook would keep on trying his best to achieve some measure of release, utterly wrecking the mattress with his claws while making a right mess of the sheets and the portion of the wall his cock’s tip was pointed out, while Starry would let him have what he wanted for just long enough that it would bring him right to the point before climax, only to pull back and tease him further about how it “wasn’t time yet”. This cycle carried on for what felt like an entire hour, mostly because, past a certain point, the vixen needed to be doubly sure that Hook couldn’t grow anymore; he had stabilized at around twenty feet in length with a pair of nuts that were each too large to fit through the door to the bedroom, but while that was undeniably impressive, Starry didn’t know whether he could manage more… hence why she spent far too long keeping him firmly on the edge just to be certain, only giving up when it became obvious the coyote wouldn’t be pushing any further limits that night. With her curiosity thus satisfied, it was time for her to commit the cardinal sin of actually making someone smaller, even if only through illusory means; before Hook could do anything to stop her (not that he’d be capable of it, being stuck atop a throne of his own nuts and unable to move properly), she swept her hand over the nearest nightstand, where she had kept the large metallic cockring-slash-compressor. With a single motion, the vixen detached the two halves, nearly broke her back when scurrying out from underneath far too much cockmeat, then promptly slapped the detached parts on either side of Hook’s dick; while they weren’t big enough to hold its entire circumference, the compression field was already active, and with the system detecting what it was meant to shrink down, it didn’t take more than a few seconds for twenty whole feet of man meat to vanish into the dimensional pocket created by the cockring, the two cumtanks underneath it following suit. A few seconds, and one of the largest packages Starry had ever seen was right back to normal, as if the springs just hadn’t happened at all; still erect though, of course, and for that, she now had her own role to play. Poor Hook was so confused by the sudden disappearance of a room’s worth of dick that he didn’t notice how it was still technically there, merely kept locked away by a bright piece of shiny metal; he also failed to notice how Starry, now once again larger than he was, had maneuvered herself such that she was looming over him in bed, a bed he just then realized he was on. He almost wanted to ask what she intended to do, but he knew; after what happened in the springs, that smile, that toothy grin spreading from ear to ear, he knew what that meant. And Starry herself, she had no intention of disappointing, not after Hook had been such a good obedient boy, having refrained from cumming his brains out despite the ludicrous amounts of stimulation he’d been on the receiving end of. He deserved a treat, something special, something to help mark that day down in his long-term memory for the rest of his life… and what better way to do so than to help him cum purely through visual stimulation? He’d be able to touch afterwards, but for the actual explosion, the moment where an hour’s worth of edging finally came to fruition, Starry wanted to make Hook climax on sight alone, and, to that end, what better than to just make her tits bigger? It was always within her power to do so, she’d just chosen not to go ahead with it until she was comfortable that she had her answer; with the coyote kept firmly contained with the bounds of the compressor, there was nothing more holding her back, and thus, with a snap of her fingers, her three busts began filling. Filling, because to simply make them bigger would be a frank disservice to Hook after everything he went through; it wouldn’t do for him to just have several pairs of merely larger breasts, they had to be stuffed, they had to be so full that they leaked milk all over him, to join with whatever else came out of him in that glorious moment of climax. And how easy it was, to let her body run wild, to allow her productivity to bring her right back on the same path she’d been on when still at the spa, to let her ample busts become ampler by virtue of their contents multiplying upon themselves. How easy it was, to let them billow outwards, taking up so much space on her chest that it actually started to feel cramped, a sensation she wasn’t privy to nearly often enough; how easy for her to remain standing, drawing upon her considerable stamina, arms crossed over her topmost row, letting her body bloat. She wouldn’t stop, not until Hook gave her the signal to do so; she smiled, closing her eyes and tilting her head slightly to the side before giving him a short, snappy “Tell me when!”, knowing full well that the coyote would deliberately try to hold himself back just to watch her tits grow as much as possible. Alas, he was weak, battered, and at the tail end of an hour’s worth of teasing when he should’ve exploded fifty or so minutes prior, so while he certainly put up a laudable effort, it just wasn’t enough; a few seconds later, and the compressor ring began glowing, signalling its efforts to keep the ensuing climax from being too outwardly destructive. Hook was still going to cum far, far more than he normally would, but that hardly mattered when he had something there to keep it from going anywhere too destructive: Starry herself. Even though Hook’s struggle lasted for just a few moments, it was enough to leave her positively gargantuan, with each breast alone being so colossal that the both of them could fit into it quite comfortably. Six of them, arranged in three pairs, the titstack so immense that it was nothing short of a miracle that it didn’t shatter the bed’s frame completely, reaching all the way from the mattress to the ceiling with enough squish to cause gallons of milk to spurt out. In short, more than enough for the vixen to let gravity do its job when, upon noticing the coyote’s back arch upward, she allowed herself to fall on top of him, fully intending to bury him in an avalanche of tit. For Hook, the last thing he saw before he blanked out entirely was Starry, in her immense glory, just an inch away from landing on him, just an inch away from knocking all air out of his lungs. And then, darkness. *** It had been a few days ever since the two of them had last met one another, and as promised when they said their goodbyes, Starry was going back to check up on Hook, and absolutely not to lock herself in his bedroom now that he’d (presumably) learned to live with a brand new size and compression thereof. Perhaps the best part of that week was when he showed up to her place the day after to check up on her and ask for extra info on how the compressor was supposed to work, only to be thoroughly surprised by how the vixen was much larger than usual; while not as colossal as back in the bedroom, each of her breasts would’ve easily reached down to her hips if she weren’t stacking six of them on a larger-than-torso-sized stack. “It’s for you,” Starry told him, “for when we can… hook up again.” Another pun, another barely contained chuckle from Hook himself, and Starry knew the two of them were bound to have plenty of fun together, perhaps even more if they were lucky. Yet, for the time being, her job was to go check up on how the ‘yote was doing, even though it required her to take the long way by walking there. Still, the afterglow was one thing, keeping oneself contained for days at a time was quite another; alarmingly, the road to Hook’s apartment was filled with an abnormal concentration of emergency response vehicles, mostly from the local fire department and police precinct, with only a couple of ambulances and… the hyper response unit? Oh, that couldn’t be good. Starry picked up the pace, being careful not to trip forward as she precariously balanced her busts while attempting to break into something of a half-sprint. She tried her best to appear as if she wasn’t panicking, but by the time she turned the corner of the street leading to Hook’s place, she saw it: His dick. Poking out from the roof of the apartment block and spewing countless gallons of cum all over the city block, which the first responders were getting busy trying to clean up before it clogged the storm drains. There was a series of signs posted on roadblocks as well, helpfully letting people know why the street was closed, and giving Starry all the more reason to sigh in exasperation; clearly, the ‘yote hadn’t learned his lesson. ATTENTION: COMPRESSION RELEASE MALFUNCTION CONTAINMENT AREA. NO CIVILIANS ALLOWED

By all accounts, choosing Sarla for that job was a “safe” choice, for lack of a better word. The universe in question was still young, there was very little to work with, and if things got a bit too experimental, one could always compare it to more mainline maintenance projects and see just how well the Zigzagoon did when faced with chaotic circumstances. Plus, as far as the bureaucracy was concerned, getting her out of the way and into a job of her own would get the fuzzball off their case and onto something that would, hopefully, serve as a sink for her considerable amount of bottled-up energy; after spending a few dozen millenia fielding calls and ignoring letters from the lower goddess, all of them little more than begging for her higher-ups to finally give her a cosmos to rule over as an “internship” with the Mandate, having something for her to actually do was a… well, not godsend, all things considered, but certainly fortunate. Even then, the look on the Zigzagoon’s face when she was called up to the pantheon’s Subsection Fifteen was such that even the crusty old demigods in charge of filing paperwork had to smile; the sheer, unfettered joy at being told she was being given her universe to take care of was practically infectious, and the whole building felt lighter for the whole cycle. Nevertheless, no one really thought that anything would come out of it; not only was Sarla utterly unremarkable as far as deities went, having ascended from a particularly skillful Zigzagoon who just happened to have enough stories told about them to elevate their soul upon death, but the reality chosen for her was… derivative. In all honesty, it was practically a copy of the one that Sarla had come from to begin with, which was precisely why she was sent there to begin with; given the infinite nature of the multiverse, it was seen as common courtesy to make a prospective divinity’s first assignment be somewhat similar to the reality they were most accustomed with before they ascended, with the only constraint being whether or not the bureaucracy believed them capable of living up to the demand. Or, in Sarla’s case, whether or not said bureaucracy was tired of having to deal with the constant pestering; one way or another, the Zigzagoon got what she wanted, and with the widest smile on her face, the young goddess crossed the threshold into the universe she was soon to rule over, practically buzzing from excitement. From there, standard protocol took over: she would have a certain amount of time to take care of that instance of reality, after which a supervisor assigned to the case would visit said reality, check if everything was up to snuff, and provide a grading based on how well Sarla had done. Barring extreme circumstances where literally everything went wrong, this process would carry on for a handful of evaluations, which would normally be enough to encompass a significant chunk of the universe’s lifespan, after which the prospective applicant would be recalled for a final evaluation and either given a passing grade, or told to go back to the instruction halls. While not technically permitted, there was an unofficial tradition of the divine bureaucracy setting up a betting pool for whether or not the newest applicant would make it or crash and burn spectacularly, with the most daring among them even daring to wager on specific grades. For Sarla, the odds were… something less than positive. There was a very good reason why most of the Zigzagoon’s attempts at getting her first assignment were either ignored or outright rebuked, and it wasn’t just because she wouldn’t shut up whenever she got excited about anything; no one really had any faith in her ability to manage her way out of a closed cardboard box, let alone something as complex as an entire universe. Thus, when she was last seen going into the gateway, Sarla slipped from everyone’s mind the moment the counter was started on her first evaluation, at which point a few people would remember about the betting pool and insist everyone else pony up the cash. This made it especially surprising when the date came around and the gateway… didn’t work. It came as a shock for everyone involved, including the maintenance crews who had received no reports of the doorway being broken, but no matter how hard anyone tried pushing, no matter how much strength was put behind it, the damned thing refused to budge. The only thing anyone could figure out was that there was some sort of unidentifiable “blockage” on the other side, which only made it all the more confusing given that there were no alarms tripped about a universal mass multiplication incident. Hours were spent in trying to clear whatever was on the other side, at which point someone had the brilliant idea of simply trying to contact Sarla, since surely, if they could rely on her to do anything, it was to talk their heads off about her latest idea or pet project. It was only then that the sheer magnitude of the bureaucracy’s collective ignorance truly became evident, since the moment they attempted to send a message to the Zigzagoon, the blockage immediately cleared up, followed by a single-word reply: “Sorry!” There was no telling what that meant, but given the circumstances, the supervisor god decided it’d be best to move in as quickly as possible, lest the “blockage” appear again… only to emerge on Sarla’s body. Now, the Zigzagoon, on being sent in for the first time, was perfectly regular in appearance; indeed, one could make the case that she was somewhat remarkable in how unremarkable she had been, given that most deities made a point of using their power to engorge themselves and sculpt forms that would be seen by their mortal followers as downright obscene or excessive (hence the overabundance of fertility divinities in the multiverse). Sarla, meanwhile, was… not. She was short, she was flat, and she lacked any real features that could be remotely called enticing, resulting in a body that wasn’t ugly, but simply entirely mundane and incapable of making even a single eyebrow raise, which was itself eyebrow-raising to a certain extent. So for her supervisor to cross the threshold and land atop soft pudge, which he immediately identified as being a fraction of the top of a single one of the Zigzagoon’s breasts, was more than a little perplexing, seeing as deities weren’t supposed to grow that big in such a short amount of time; indeed, they weren’t supposed to grow that big at all, with the upper bound on one’s size being intimately linked to the amount of time spent managing a universe. The biggest of deities, the ones who were about as large as Sarla appeared to be, had been running realities for the better part of a handful of eternities, having had to absorb the collective worship of literally countless cosmoses before they could get to that point. Meanwhile, the Zigzagoon, in between apologising for “blocking the door with my fat ass, sorry!” and “I completely forgot it was today!”, seemed entirely unaware that she was about as big as an entire galaxy and had tits bigger than even that, apparently thinking that this was either completely normal, or so utterly unremarkable as to not be worth thinking about. Her supervisor, trying to come to terms with what he was seeing, first thought that it had to be some kind of illusion; clearly, Sarla had learned how to project avatars and decided to spend an inordinate amount of her power pretending to be this gargantuan colossus for… whatever reason, he was certain that it made perfect sense in her head. But the longer the non-conversation went on, and the more the supervisor god tuned into that particular reality, the more he came to realise that no, she was absolutely there, and that was absolutely her body that he was standing on. Against all odds, not only had the Zigzagoon outpaced literally every other divinity in existence, but she’d done so in record time and in apparent ignorance of how monumental an achievement this was. A cursory analysis of her state revealed that Sarla was… quite big. Quite big indeed, which is why the time it took for the supervisor to accurately gauge her size was long enough that said size was no longer accurate; indeed, looking down, it was pretty obvious that the titaness was bloating quickly, with her lifegiving bust swelling with milk at every moment, something that Sarla herself excused as a “necessity” given how energy-hungry her civilizations had become. This thoroughly perplexed the smaller god atop her, who had not expected there to be any civilizations that could recognize the goddess’ existence at all, let alone any far enough along on the Kardashev Scale as to need divine intervention to function properly. Yet, turning his attention to the galaxy that Sarla loomed over, it became obvious that what he was looking at was not, in fact, a regular galactic structure, but rather an artificial one; the arms were too clearly-defined, the globular centre made out of some kind of colossal metallic sphere, and its edges surrounded by an unimaginably massive ring structure that a close look revealed to be a fully functional ringworld. The further in the supervisor went, the more he noticed that, rather than long stretches of nothing occasionally interrupted by a stellar system, the whole “galaxy” had been turned into a lattice structure of hyperlanes connecting millions upon millions of individual civilizations, all of which had come together as one united galactic community, which had recently recognized Sarla as their universe’s ruler, and beseeched her for assistance in their grandest project yet: adding a second galaxy to their original one, as the first step towards the ultimate goal of uniting the entire universe in one impossibly huge hyper-structure that would last for all eternity. Upon discovering this, the supervisor god could do little but slowly turn towards Sarla, who by then had grown big enough to nearly double her size from the moment the door was opened; to her credit, she at least realised that her visitor was very much confused, and did her best to explain that, when she had first arrived, the most advanced of peoples had only managed to establish the first kingdoms, with the absolute best having figured out how to use gunpowder for weaponry. Being who she was, Sarla figured her talents would be best utilised in helping these civilizations find a better way forward, and as such she took a very direct, yet still successfully unnoticed role in guiding her charges’ development. In just a couple of centuries, the first interstellar colonies were being established, and a couple of centuries more saw the creation of the very first galactic oversight council, which eventually morphed into the democratic, pan-galactic community that existed in present times. Despite this, Sarla had only recently made herself properly known, having preferred to act through intermediaries and assorted prophets rather than provide the “easy way out”, as she put it; only when the very limits of physics were reached did the goddess deign to actually intervene directly, and even then only by providing her nurturing milk as a hyper-efficient energy source. All of this, of course, left her supervisor absolutely flabbergasted, as they lacked any frame of reference for a development time so accelerated; typically, the most that one could expect from a first-timer was a baseline universal development, normally ending with a complete evacuation at the end of the reality’s life cycle. These sorts of shortcutted dev cycles were the exclusive purview of experts who both knew what they were doing and had millions of universes’ worth of experience under their belts, not complete newbies who had to beg for an assignment. It made it difficult to believe that the Zigzagoon had done all of this by herself, but what other alternative was there? That another god, one possessed of power far beyond that of the supervisor himself, had snuck in and helped Sarla without anyone catching wind of it? It was absurd, and yet the “reality” of it was no more unlikely, not with the way things had gone; how was it remotely possible that the pipsqueak who could barely reach the top shelf had somehow turned pre-feudal societies into a galactic-scale civilization in less than a millennium?! Hell, how did she break through every known record and turned herself into a titaness of such exaggerated proportions using only the collective prayer and worship of a single universe, even if it was one populated enough to warrant a ringworld surrounding an entire ga-actually, yeah, that might explain it. Looking back, there were definitely a few quadrillion souls in that galaxy alone, and who knew how many more in other such structures the universe over; sure, those might not have the goddess actively looking after them, but the presence of a deity had a way of causing knock-on effects with immense reach, and given that Sarla seemed to be some sort of anomaly, then who knew how populated other places were. Assuming current trends, then it could certainly go a long way to explain why the goddess was as big as she was… though it did little to cast a light on how she managed to be that good at her job that she completely shattered every projection they had on how well she would do. Unfortunately, it was his role as a supervisor to ascertain how it happened, so even though he was convinced he was going to regret it, the god sat down, did his best to ignore the softness trying to envelop him, and began going through the checklist that every new-timer had to answer during their first evaluation. It went perfectly fine at first, with Sarla providing the proper responses to the basic questions, but as soon as it came down to her methods, everything went down the drain extremely quickly. Gods were taught to act within certain lines of thought, Disciplines and Paths which were, ultimately, up to each individual deity to choose from; there was fierce competition between each one, their proponents attempting to prove that they could get better results than any other in order to secure better funding for their academies. While there were occasionally “free thinkers” who broke the moulds, even these more often than not simply derived new practises from established ones, rather than go in an entirely different direction. Sarla, meanwhile, spoke as if she hadn’t spent a single day inside a divine institution, lacking in even the most basic of technical terminology or scientific approach, and being far too enamoured with her “little ones” for her own good, to say nothing of the rampant arousal displayed throughout the entire process… and yet, it worked, and her supervisor couldn’t say otherwise. Indeed, trying to understand what was actually happening proved to be substantially harder than expected, since while Sarla’s choice of words was decidedly unscientific in how she described her process, it was nonetheless undeniably methodical; so much so that the supervisor, upon starting to pay closer attention, came to notice that he was recognizing patterns in some very specific terms, almost as if what the goddess was saying actually made some sense, and it had just eluded him until that exact moment. It took a while before he recognized the truth: he was being talked down to. Or rather, things were being simplified for his sake; he had a feeling that the Zigzagoon wouldn’t condescend to anyone, but recognized whenever anyone she was speaking to just didn’t quite understand what she was saying, and thus preempted herself by “dumbing down” her more technical vocabulary such that people could understand. Yet, even through this, it was clear that she had an extremely well-thought out plan for her universe; it just took some time before her supervisor fully realised that it even existed, though by the time he did, it became impossible to think of anything else. Repeated words turned into entire expressions, references to mathematical formulas and population growth schemata, while seemingly disparate comparisons revealed themselves to be multi-layered metaphors that only made sense within the context of that particular universe. Occasionally, Sarla would off-handedly mention concepts her supervisor was actually familiar with, only to dismiss them as an “incomplete” understanding of how reality operated; despite this, she was never dismissive of them, insisting instead that they were merely the first step towards fully understanding the complexity of the multiverse, one that, “thankfully”, most of the divinities had already taken. Indeed, Sarla was nothing if not giddy at the prospect of having finally been able to put some of her ideas to practice, being beyond herself that they had worked as well as they had; as she confided on the smaller god nestling between her tits, struggling not to fall down into the cleavage below, she had very little faith in her own abilities until they panned out after a few first unsuccessful attempts. Now, as she put it, it was really just a question of refinement: the proof of concept was there, and the rest was just her building upon it and making good use of marginals. At no point did her supervisor attempt to interrupt the explanations, nor did they do anything other than nod along and write down whatever came out of the Zigazagoon’s mouth; he knew full well that nothing in the report would be believed, and that his supervisors would find some convenient way of rationalising the report itself away despite the fact that their chosen representative was bound by metaphysical law to not lie, obfuscate, or otherwise produce falsehoods. He could swear upon his divine soul that everything he wrote down was nothing but the utmost truth and they still wouldn’t believe him… so why bother writing anything down? Why even bother listening? Clearly, Sarla knew what she was doing far more than anyone else did, and to pretend that he had the authority to declare whether or not she had “learned her lessons well”, or whatever was on the grading grid, was downright lunacy when the results clearly visible were so ridiculously beyond anything anyone had ever seen. To act like he had any degree of authority was a waste of time, and thus, the supervisor merely… lay. He surrendered, giving himself up to the all-enveloping warmth of the hyper-goddess he was on top of, figuring that if he couldn’t understand her, then at least he could experience her like everyone else was. To her credit, Sarla did notice that the person in charge of giving her a grade had, for some reason, begun to sink in between her breasts… eventually, at least. She went on at great length on the subject of cosmic strings and whether or not one’s vibrational frequency could affect the longevity of any given hyper-structure through the application of graviton manipulation before she realised that the person she was talking to was very much not listening anymore. As befitting her typical approach to most things, Sarla’s reaction was to profusely apologise for having “rambled on”, then fish the poor guy out and show him where the door was after making sure there were no more questions; just to make it even worse on the man, right before the threshold was sealed shut again, she quite earnestly and genuinely asked him to “put in a good word” with the bureaucracy, her worried face making it look as if she was actually concerned she might’ve been seen as not doing enough. For the supervisor, whose reaction to the entire trip was to sit there and stare at the gateway, wondering what had happened to lead him to that of all possible presents, it was at last a moment of peace and quiet where he could get his thoughts back in order; this was, of course, quickly interrupted by a large group of maintenance techs barraging him with questions about what the hell they had seen on the readings, why the damned door was acting so weirdly, and why the supervisor himself was suddenly a lot thicker and seemingly heavy-packaged. He, of course, had no answers; instead, the god chose to get up and walk away, consciously avoiding thinking about what had just happened as he threw the report clipboard onto the nearest desk and commanded the clerk behind it to “do whatever” before heading off to take a long, cold shower and forget about everything that happened. In the meantime, the door remained… closed, for a given meaning of the word. It was certainly locked, and to be locked meant that it also had to be closed, but anyone looking at it could still perfectly tell what was on the other side; no one bothered to say anything, because to do so would be to admit that it was actually real, as opposed to a very convenient collective hallucination that everyone just happened to be suffering from. Just as long as the polite fiction that everything was fine was kept up, then everyone could carry on pretending that they weren’t seeing the exponentially-higher amounts of energy seeping through the cracks and infecting anyone who got too close to the door, not to mention the inordinate amounts of moaning and wet slurping emanating from within. One thing was for certain: no one wanted to be the next one in for the second evaluation, not after the first one was made public and the horrifying truth was laid bare. The entire bureaucracy was split down the middle between those who believed the report was true and those who insisted it had to be false, and even those groups further splintered depending on frankly irrelevant minutiae such as “intent” or “falsifiability”. Meanwhile, those who had to work closest with the gateways knew for a fact that whatever was on the other side was well beyond anything they had seen or dealt with it before, and even worse, they weren’t even the ones keeping it stable; something else from the other side was maintaining the connection, which should be impossible given that the thresholds were one-way only without the proper permissions, and gods were not allowed to leave their assigned universe until they were either done with the assignment or screwed it up so badly that it needed a reset. Sadly, neither option was true, and yet for some reason there was a two-way connection maintained perfectly and without any instability whatsoever, though strangely enough, no one ever tried to use it. A handful of garbled messages came from within, but these were so few and far between that no one really paid much heed to them; it wasn’t until a second supervisor was finally found that the bureaucracy would be made aware of the true extent of their folly, when the divine vixen hooked the clipboard to her belt, touched the doorknob on the gateway, and promptly vanished from sight. Preliminary analysis revealed that her signature was still somewhere inside Sarla’s universe… but not much else. No one lifted a finger to help her, not the least of which because they knew that whatever was waiting for them on the other side of that door couldn’t possibly be good news. They would never know what the vixen saw, staring down at what was, unmistakably, the sum total of all the mass in the universe concentrated in one gargantuan mega-structure at the “centre” of it all. They would never see billions of galaxies linked together with dark matter strands, kept from flying away from one another or collapsing into a singularity by way of technology too advanced for even the gods themselves to understand. They would not see the multiple layers of ringworlds wrapped around the globular structure, each one carrying sextillions of lives, each one possessed of more mass than most superclusters, each one but one level in a supra-structure that anyone with the correct theoretical background would recognize as a Matrioshka Brain… just one scaled up to several times the size one should be. A computational device, big enough to envelop the sum total of everything that existed, albeit with the benefit of the latter having been concentrated in about the same volume as a regular galaxy cluster; in the middle of it all, countless hyperlanes and literal physical holes constructed from exotic matter and maintaining a permanent warp tunnel between the biggest hubs in the universal community. They would not see the new race of proto-gods that the goddess Sarla had helped to ascend, the improved forms of millions of civilizations, made more perfect and glorious through direct exposure to the titaness. They would not see as the previously mortal souls were transformed into something different, a hybrid between regular lifeforms and the ones that inhabited the pantheon, yet somehow… better. Through the union of two soul forms they became a greater one, a third kind of state of being whose inherent potential was greater, perhaps, than even the gods themselves… though certainly not their creator. For while their universe might have been wrangled and brought to heel, its laws made to obey those who once obeyed them, there yet remained one entity that ruled above all others, one creature whose might and power was such that it made everything else pale in comparison, yet never wielded this power for anything other than the further exaltation of those that she governed over. At no point did she use this immense power to actually affect anything other than in any way her little ones asked; at no point did she impose her authority, despite being more than capable of doing so. At no point, in fact, did Sarla do anything that wouldn’t in some way further the advancement of her people, which in turn led to their adoration of her growing exponentially as the population steadily climbed and added digits onto itself, creating a self-sustaining process that led to the goddess herself transforming into… something else entirely. It was hard to pin down what she might be, given that the Zigzagoon was in no way anything or anyone normal anymore; she wasn’t a goddess like others were, not even remotely, not with the power she wielded and the immense wellspring of divine might that was her soul. Her girth, as well, the sheer magnitude of it was so inconceivable that it boggled the mind, enough so that the vixen supervisor actually tried to leave that instance of reality just to check if she’d gone in the right one, only to be stopped by the gravitational pull of Sarla… or, at least, the parts of her that were visible. It was incredibly difficult to “see” the goddess, on account of her apparently existing in multiple different dimensions at once, most of which didn’t even exist within that instance of reality, yet somehow had wormed their way in regardless. Dimensions which even other, top gods were wary to experiment with, given how easy it was to collapse entire universes if the variables were just on the wrong side of one specific line. Despite this, Sarla weaved them around and without herself with as much elegance as a dancer would leap and twirl across a stage, doing it so effortlessly that one might expect her to not even realise she was doing it at all. Hence, when the vixen looked towards her, they would at one time see the Zigzagoon in her “entirety”, then merely one layer of her body, then just a single nipple, then a singular eye, unblinking and covering the entire cosmic horizon, and everything in between and outside it, as long as their mind could formulate it. Sarla was a presence more than anything, a disembodied thing that happened to project a semi-physical avatar whose form was beyond that of even the highest of divinities, a presence whose imprint managed to swell the vixen goddess up so considerably that, by the time she took note of what was happening, she was already star-sized… and quickly growing further to boot! There was no way to stop it (not that she wanted it), and before long the supervisor had been taken by a growth spurt so immensely overwhelming that she blanked out entirely; in the back of her head, she had the faintest notion of who was talking to her, the vaguest idea that there was someone there waiting to welcome her to this new existence, to a new level of deific perfection that had remained, up until then, the exclusive purview of They Who Sat Before, the mythical creator deity. Now though? Now there was Sarla… and she wanted to share. Now there was the Zigzagoon, and just as she had turned her universe into a perpetual paradise for those who lived within it, so too would she extend this blessing to the rest of the gods. It was only her second evaluation, and for that, the vixen could tell that the hyper-goddess was truly sorry; she should’ve done it sooner, should’ve found a way to elevate godkind beyond their own bounds without having wasted so much time. Hell, she was so embarrassed about it that it somehow turned around and ended with her realising she hadn’t actually evolved yet, with a very flustered Zigzagoon bypassing the usual process and rushing into her final form as an Obstagoon while profusely apologising for having ignored procedure, yet also promising that she’d done everything else to the best of her ability! She should’ve done a great many things, but she did do them, she promised! She did them, and she improved on them, and she upgraded them, and now everyone could be as happy as all her little ones were! All they had to do was go through a series of a googol-stacked procedures, and once they were done, they could all be just as happy as she was. As everyone was. As everyone should be. Was that not the idea? Why was the vixen so scared? They were safe, there in her bosom; they just needed to sink in, and grow, and forget all about everything that wasn’t being happy and fulfilled, and fuzzy! Sure, it took a while, but now they had eternity! And then another, and another, until all of multiversal reality shone like a bright star, with everyone at the centre of it! No kings, no gods, no thrones. Just them. All of them. Forever.

Things went down about as quickly as they’d gone up, a descriptor that fit just as well metaphorically as it did literally. After the resounding success of the galaxy’s very first “organic mining detonation” propelled Baha and his attending mining team to stardom, everyone involved in the operation assumed, perhaps rightly so, that things could only get better from there; with the horse’s package having been left with a significant upgrade to its overall size and him clearly needing to vent just as much as before, preparations began to transport the company’s latest golden goose to the next place where they could put their unique talents to good use. Along with him went the rest of the team, whose complete and utter disregard for corporate policy and simple health and safety regulations had paid off so much that most of them were being paid at least twice as much as before, even if the company reps had to give them an obligatory dressing down right before the pay raise. With luxury accommodations constructed to house Baha during his downtime (while conveniently making the room also be a firing dome like before), and much better premises built for the rest of the technicians and miners, the stage was set for yet another successful detonation, this one deliberately built to take advantage of the horse’s power: rather than a backwater mining operation in the middle of literal nowhere, the team had been moved to a high-value asteroid field near the galactic center, one supposedly abundant in a special kind of opal that currently fetched an absurd price on the jeweling market. Finesse and care were required in equal measure to brute force, for not only were the precious stones incredibly fragile and prone to shattering at the slightest wrong turn, but they were also only commonly found in the very core of larger asteroids, and even then only in clusters, prompting speculation that they were probably the result of some abandoned geological experiment by a long-gone civilization. Luckily, all the necessary ingredients were there to ensure that detonation and extraction went according to plan: the raw power behind Baha’s loads would utterly shatter whatever his cum blast was pointed at, and the required degree of concern for fault lines would be best served by a team that had to learn how to control someone like the horse, on the fly, without anything resembling a technical manual. In fact, so convinced was the company that this plan would go off without a hitch that they allowed the team to work at their leisure, much like before, believing that this would be the best solution for handling the problem at hand; and, if everything had gone exactly like it did previously, this would’ve been the correct decision. Sadly, however, there was one element among the many needed to make things proceed perfectly that refused to work the way it was supposed to, a single element that threw everyone’s calculations out the window and stalled the entire operation for the foreseeable future: Baha’s arousal… or lack thereof. While the horse had taken a significant amount of time to wind down from the first asteroid cracking, needing several days just to return to anything resembling any kind of normality, they underwent an odd transformation as the weeks passed in between the company finding out about the team’s insane plan and them being assigned to this new job; namely, despite the fact that Baha now had access to the best luxuries that money could buy, and about as many amenities as he could think to request for the sake of keeping him satisfied, he just couldn’t get hard. Perhaps it was the logical consequence of him being left with a pair of balls that, by default, already dragged along the ground, as well as a dick big enough that he could use it for a body pillow: maybe, as the techies thought, him being so large meant that the amount of stimulation needed to get him back to full mast like before would need to be proportionately higher, a terrifying thought if there ever was one. Baha himself seemed thoroughly nonplussed with the whole thing, however, and would’ve been perfectly fine with living for some time without having to worry about his excessive productivity, were it not for the unfortunate fact that the company had invested a truly staggering amount of money (and placed an equally high amount of trust) on him… and not just with the frankly ludicrously over-decorated condo-like room he was given to stay in. Regular mining operations were halted in preparation for his next release, operations which had been immensely profitable up until the point where the company found out about what him and his team did, so if it turned out it was a one-hit wonder, they would all most likely be saddled with the bills for the market losses. Seeing as how they were already behind schedule by the point where something new was tried, and how the precious stones were bordering on the obscenely expensive, the resulting penalty would be big enough that the team would either end up as perpetual debt slaves or they’d be squeezed for every penny by some galactic court before being thrown out into the streets… and he couldn’t afford that. For someone with his unique needs, even if they weren’t exactly apparent at the time, Baha needed constant support, and not the cheap kind either; what would happen if he was left mostly empty until the court proceedings were done with, and then returned to his old state? How was he supposed to handle multiple gallons of cum every hour rather than just the one or two a day he was unfortunately, and inexplicably, cursed with? To say nothing of the many lives ruined beyond his own; the mining team brought in from the last asteroid cracking was at least a hundred-strong, with plenty of them having families they had to feed and provide for, turning the whole thing into an incredibly potent source of stress for the horse, and likely serving to explain his sudden lack of productivity to a great degree. It wasn’t any better for the rest of the miners, who were left in a state of near-perpetual panic for as long as their one salvation refused to perform as well as they had previously; a couple of the foremen even caught themselves thinking of Baha like some sort of breeder animal, like a mindless thing that served only to fulfill a quota, before pulling themselves back from lines of thinking that would only end in disaster. No, it was clear that for a problem of that caliber, similarly-themed solutions were required, and thus, if the horse needed far higher stimulation than before, they would just need to find it; luckily, a couple of the younger miners on the team, though initially reluctant to share their thoughts, were eventually coaxed into revealing that they’d been discussing the possibility of inviting someone they called “Madam Sorana”, a “very famous” sorceress-turned-porn star who was making the rounds on the adult entertainment circles after a number of successful movie appearances propelled her into (relative) stardom. Much friendly ribbing was had when they were asked how they knew of such a person, and absolutely no explanations were given, only what was thought to matter: namely, that this sorceress’ specialty was in milk and lactation, having improved her own body through both magic and copious amounts of genemodding to be able to produce truly staggering amounts of cream, and potent one as well; though most of it was probably just movie magic or the plot working because it had to, it was still said that her lactic produce was so strong that it could drive any man who drank it to instantly cum his brains out, which served perfectly well for the purposes of their operation, and, above all, could probably be noted down as business expense given what sort of unorthodox methods the “organic detonation” relied upon. After some minor arguing on the part of their accounting staff, who initially refused to do the legwork required to justify bringing a literal porn star to their workplace on official matters (believing, perhaps rightfully, that the company would destroy them if they did such a thing and it leaked into the press), it was decided: Sorana would be contacted and offered a full stay at the mining site in Baha’s room, as well as given generous compensation for her time lost handling a “delicate matter”; the team made sure to fill the missive with as much flattering, flowery language as possible, in an attempt at impressing upon the sorceress how important it was that she offer her assistance, and how much they were relying on her to do so, while trying not to sound too desperate, for fear that she might not agree. As standard communication methods were too likely to be discovered by snooping IT staff, a trusted member of the team was given a safe pass to go home on “medical leave”, along with a physical letter to deliver to the office of the sorceress; hopefully, once Madame Sorana (or her agent, at least) received the request, it would just be a matter of time… and so they waited. Days passed without any sort of reply, prompting fears that their missive was either ignored or had never reached its destination, despite the team member entrusted with the task assuring the rest of his coworkers that he had walked right up to the listed address and dropped the damned thing in the marked mailbox; all the while, Baha remained as impassive and unaroused as before, lacking any of the manic, frantic sexual energy that had characterized him right up until he busted a load strong enough to crack an asteroid open. When the speculation that this might’ve been “too much” for their body to handle began to spread, the existential dread that had permeated most of the team’s mind thickened considerably, leaving them all to wonder what the future held for them once their company bosses showed up demanding an explanation as to why they weren’t drowning in profits from all the extracted opals. When the on-site doctors began to echo this sentiment, openly theorizing that the strain placed on the horse’s body might very well have stunted their productivity for the near future, everyone was pushed to the edge, so much so that discussion on the subject was outright banned by the foremen in charge of the project until further notice. Nevertheless, the entire team was close to giving up entirely, until one day when their spaceport crew reported that an unidentified shuttle was approaching the mining site at high speed. Prompted by fears that the company had finally sent someone to ask uncomfortable questions, those at the forefront of the hierarchy immediately began pointing fingers, spending valuable time playing the blame game while those manning the actual landing pad were treated to a spectacle far different from the one their superiors were terrified of: rather than a stuffy, bored-looking bureaucrat with a briefcase full of subpoenas, they instead had a gaudy, brightly-coloured craft cross through the atmospheric force field leading down into the landing bay, one emblazoned with a very familiar name on one side, along with what they could only assume was an exaggerated artistic rendering of this sorceress that everyone had been talking about… at least until the sorceress herself popped open one of the passenger doors on the ship in just the right spot so she was directly next to the artistic rendition of her, and everyone present realized that, if anything, the drawing undersold the reality of the situation. As one, they were all made privy to just why the team had decided to call a porn star over to their workplace, because if her mere presence was enough to make so many pants tight and wet, then who knew what she could do once she got her hands on Baha himself! They could barely contain themselves as the bear walked down the deployed ramp, seemingly moving in such a way as to deliberately heighten the amount of jiggle produced by each motion, until her whole body was akin to one big, burly hunk of gelatin that promised endlessly warm smothering to anyone brave enough to just ask… not that anyone would, of course, knowing as they did that the sorceress had come for Baha and not some lowly assistant working the landing pads. This made it exceedingly difficult to resist when Sorana walked up to the very same people who were stuck to their spots mumbling to themselves and openly drooling, her already-colossal breasts appearing to become larger with every foot of empty space she cleared; by the time she was on top of them, making her twelve-foot-tall frame all-but evident, her tits very nearly covered most of her front down from her collarbone to just below the waist, and judging from the heavy sloshing coming from within, were stuffed with milk just waiting to be freely given. All she had to do was politely ask for directions to the administrative room for everyone around her to melt, falling onto the nearest flat surface (most of the techies landing on the ground rather than a chair) before they could actually provide an answer; the bear, for what it was worth, didn’t seem at all fazed by this, simply repeating the question until someone lazily pointed a finger towards one of the airlocks, then bending down and utterly smushing the lucky bastard between her breasts for a few moments, straining her already-stretched bra as she did so, before turning around and heading out of the landing pad. Wherever she passed, everything stopped; it didn’t matter if it was someone with an exosuit carrying several times their body weight in construction materials or a random paper-pusher with a single sheet on their hands, nor did it matter what particular sexual predilection, if any, the person happened to be given by nature. With someone like the bear, like the very real and obviously very powerful sorceress, their mere presence alone was enough to instill a healthy amount of trepidation, and a sense of respect for someone who dominated whatever room they happened to be in… and, given their size, made their presence known from far enough away that the foremen in the admin room had a couple of minutes’ worth of time to prepare before their door was practically burst open by a bear too big for them to really come to terms with. C learly, if anyone was to solve their problem, if anyone had the ability to take Baha and send him careening straight over the edge and into the realm of blissful climax, it had to be Sorana; if not her, then it would be literally impossible to fix their problem, and then they’d have to lawyer up. “A good day to you, fine gentlemen,” the bear spoke up, her voice surprisingly gentle for someone as tall as the room was, “I was led to believe you needed my expert touch?” The answer was yes, obviously, but when confronted with a giantess on the caliber of that bear, none of the foremen in the room had the mental fortitude required to form coherent words (hell, thoughts were hard enough as it was), leaving them to stumble over themselves as they looked around for any excuse to pass the buck onto the person nearest to them. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sorana herself, who pulled up three chairs together and sat down, waiting for the spectacle to die down just enough that she could finally get some proper directions; that this led to the improvised seat groaning loudly enough to be heard outside the room only made the flustering even worse, and soon enough the group of taskmasters that had spent most of their time enforcing some semblance of order with an iron fist were turned into putty in the sorceress’ hands, to be reshaped and moulded to her convenience. Though she was aware of this, the most enjoyable part of the experience was that she wasn’t even doing it on purpose; her presence alone was more often enough to lead to these bouts of deranged behavior, requiring her intervention if she wanted to get anything done. To that end, the bear cleared her throat and waited until her hosts quieted down before asking where she was supposed to go, to which one foreman instinctively pointed at a holographic map of the mining site, letting the Madame know exactly where she was needed; with the one piece of information she required firmly committed to memory, Sorana thus got back up and began the journey over to where Baha was waiting for her. It was only after the mini-giantess left the admin room that the men inside of it remembered that none of them had ever told the horse what was supposed to happen, leaving Baha to be completely blindsided by the appearance of a behemoth of an ursine wizardess without so much as a hint that anything out of the ordinary would happen that day. Even worse, though most of the mining team was made privy to Sorana’s presence, either directly by way of seeing her or hearing the heavy footsteps reverberating through the metallic hallways, or indirectly via the rampant spreading of rumours that began the moment she left the landing bay, Baha himself would never know until it was too late; his personal room was padded with acoustic foam, a request on the part of the equine himself, who, much to the surprise of everyone, appreciated his peace and quiet if given the chance. Thus, while the rest of the complex was made increasingly aware of Sorana’s presence, Baha remained blissfully ignorant of just what he was about to go through until his doom knocked at his door, prompting him to get up and drag himself over, one eyebrow raised as he had no clue who might be calling on him at such an odd hour; on sliding it open, however, on being given the answer, his one reaction was utter shock, for even though he might’ve spent the last few days in a detached, slightly apathetic state, he was not yet fully gone to the point where he wouldn’t react to a pair of doorway-blocking tits like the ones he was seeing before him. Trying to explain them away would be pointless, as would be attempting to forget they were there and chalking it up to an hallucination; odd that these would be his first thoughts, perhaps as a result of knowing full well that no sequence of events that could’ve led those things to him would ever spell anything good for him. If he was looking at breasts that big, then something happened and the mining team had made some very weird decisions on his behalf, decisions that he wanted to be mad at for not being included in, and yet couldn’t rightly complain, given that he was given a gift that very few people could ever even imagine. He instinctively moved back when he saw the colossal bust try to squeeze its way in, figuring that it would be far better for his personal safety if he simply allowed whoever was on the other side to walk right in without offering the slightest bit of resistance; on seeing just who the person was, however, Baha immediately put every puzzle piece into place, a moment of epiphanic revelation that allowed him to glean the fullest extent of his coworkers’ plans. Granted, they weren’t all that complicated to begin with, but considering the state the horse was in, that he could connect the dots so quickly and absent any hints was nothing if not a respectable achievement. With a smile, he kept walking backwards, nearly tripping over his engorged sack as he landed back on the large chair he’d taken to lounging on for hours at a time. Madame Sorana, a face that was perhaps embarrassingly familiar to Baha, smiled down at the poor, clearly unsatisfied horse she was invited to “take care of”; she wasn’t without her own talents, and though the young man’s problem was entirely physical in nature, her acute senses picked up on what the main issue was: clearly, the mining team hadn’t tried hard enough, especially with someone that had a package of that size. Clearly, what Baha needed was an expert touch, her expert touch, one that could only come through vast amounts of accumulated experience, one that could make even the sturdiest, most resistant of lovers break into tiny little pieces once it was done; quite fortuitously, it also happened that the horse was actually big enough to take her full might, a rarity in those times, even with genemodding being as popular as it was. As she stripped down, offering not a single word but plenty of sly smiles and deliberately provocative angles at which she bent down, all the sorceress could think of were the myriad of sub-par lovers who she had to deal with for the purposes of filming, the endless cavalcade of would-be breeders who needed help from temporary boosters and a whole lot of editing in post just to look even remotely comparable to her own, perfectly natural (if magically-augmented) size… and even then she was still known as a giantess regardless! Yet here was a man, a true breeder whose potency was such that he could barely take a step without dragging his nuts along on the ground, one whose cock, even at its smallest and most flaccid, would give most modern porn stars a run for their money. Indeed, as she approached him properly, doing her best to loom over the (comparatively) diminutive thing in order to further accentuate her already-enormous size, the one thing in the sorceress’ mind was whether or not she would break first; after all, this glorious horse had cracked open an asteroid with his load alone, and while they seemed oddly unresponsive to having a giantess like herself walk up to them, she was certain it was just a temporary affair. Indeed, all it really took was for her to forgo any sense of decency and any notion of foreplay, dropping her tits directly onto Baha’s lap, for him to spring back into action; like time had been rewound, the horse was immediately at full mast, his brow dripping with sweat and the room filling with the sounds of gurgling as his cum factories’ production kickstarted once again, back to full-blown manufacture and strong enough to overpower the milk sloshing inside of the bear’s breasts. To say that Sorana was surprised at such a sudden change would be an understatement, but if there was anything she prided herself on, it was her ability to adapt, and within seconds she had adjusted her position to better straddle that growing pair of nuts, such that she could work the bulging, bloating sack using her hips and ass, while also keeping Baha’s cock firmly lodged in her cleavage… and one of her nipples pushed into his mouth. Would that she could put both of them, then the two of them could’ve seen just how far they could go, but alas, there was only so much room in there, and with her tits being so much larger than most of her newest lover’s body, Sorana had to make some sacrifices; thankfully, she had as much cream as she could need just in a single mound, and could very easily use her free hand to milk the other one while also applying pressure to keep the titfuck going in earnest. It was an odd position to be in: Baha leaning back, one tit pushed so hard against his face that it was practically subsumed completely by its plushness, Sorana sitting on him looking incredibly disproportionate, yet oddly motherly at the same time; there was an element of tenderness to it all, to the way she gently emptied her left mound into the horse’s throat, the way she carefully drained her other one, all while rhythmically rolling her hips to grind against the base of her lover’s shaft and and the increasingly large pair of cumtanks underneath her. This had the predictable effect of kicking off a series of alarms back in the admin room, catching everyone thoroughly off-guard, as they had expected whatever the bear did to at least take more than just five minutes. With the gauges going off the scale and the blaring lights blinding anyone who looked too closely at them, the entire mining team was mobilized to prepare for the next detonation; seeing as Baha’s room had been constructed to specification, the foremen in charge of the asteroid cracking made sure to add a few extras to it, mostly based around the improvised design they used back at their last job. The goal was to let the horse live in relative luxury while preparing for their next assignment, at which point they just could have their cock put in place while the entire room rotated into place, aiming him where he would be best served; it was, in many respects, a repeat of the previous detonation, only with an assembly that wasn’t ramshackle and built on the sly, giving the technicians some incredibly precious time to prepare… time they lost when they were forced to scramble from complete inactivity, not being aware that the sorceress had already begun her work. It was made even harder when dozens of people marched straight into Baha’s room in full protective gear, knowing that they had precious few minutes in which to get everything ready, only to be confronted with the sight of an enormous, massively-stacked bear breastfeeding their lucky coworker while his cock and balls grew far in excess to what they had previously in only a fraction of the time. Even the most affected of the techies could tell that they had effectively lost their chance to do things properly, and it was this urgency that let them operate without succumbing to the need to drop down and pleasure themselves while staring at the middle of the room… at least, not for some time. Seconds, that’s how long they lasted, seconds in which they did whatever they could and then turned around and demanded they be replaced, creating a rotation where the hallway outside Baha’s room was cramped with a series of replacement workers who would go in, adjust that colossus of a rod a few inches, and then pass the proverbial baton until such a point as the shaft was in its proper place. The sorceress, to her credit, realized what was going to happen and suitably slowed down, hoping both to make the exposure to her work slightly more bearable and buy a few precious minutes for the team before Baha inevitably exploded with a strength far surpassing his first asteroid cracking; no one present quite knew how long it took for them to prepare the horse, only that, by the time they did, they were all sweating like open faucets inside their protective suits, unable to even breathe properly as the ambient temperature had spiked to such a high level that they all felt like melting just to get away from the pain and discomfort. But they had done it, and that’s what mattered; they successfully hooked Baha’s dick to the ceiling port, and now all that was missing was the control room adjusting the angle at which it would fire. With one of the foremen shouting one final warning at the bear to hold onto something, the door to the horse’s room-slash-firing chamber was closed, maglocked, and hermetically sealed, the team rushing down the hallway to get as far away as they could, knowing as they did that there was always a non-zero chance that things might go dreadfully wrong. It was all they could do to just spin the metaphorical wheel and hope to whatever god they prayed to that it wouldn’t all go to hell; at the very least, things were built in such a way that the entire mining base didn’t start creaking like bent metal as Baha was slowly swivelled into position, though the bearings on the rotational gyros were reporting levels of stress that theoretically shouldn’t be possible given what they knew of the horse’s productivity levels… all the more reason to hurry up and make sure everything was in its proper place. Within the room, just barely hanging on for dear life as she scowled at not being warned properly of what was going to happen to the entire room around her, the sorceress had one final trick up her sleeve. Just as her milk pouring down Baha’s throat left the guy’s cock thicker and longer with each gulp, the small bulge going down from his mouth and vanishing below his collarbone being replicated a hundredfold between his legs, so too did its potency ensure that his balls swelled and bloated with additional seed. However, unbeknownst to anyone at the mining base, what the horse was drinking was her regular stuff, the unmodified, normal milk that she just naturally produced; the substance that had built the many rumours surrounding her was still to come, because it required active manipulation on the sorceress’ party… which is to say, a simple fingersnap, at which point the flow of cream not only doubled in quantity, but thickened so considerably that Baha’s eyes went wide at what felt like ice-cream being forced down his mouth and directly into his nuts. The pressure immediately spiked to insurmountable levels, every piece of clothing on the horse’s body being torn apart as his muscles bulged out from the infusion of energy, the metal ring holding his cock in place bent once again as the shaft gained foot after foot, and his balls impacted the side of his room hard enough to leave a dent… and hard enough to trigger his release. From the outside, the bulging cocktip was dry and empty in one moment, and then every piece of camera equipment for a good mile around went offline as the shockwave thoroughly obliterated every delicate piece of electronics in its wake, almost tearing the mining base itself off the asteroid it was built on. In one moment there was nothing, and in the next, a thick line of white stretched from the outside of the firing chamber all the way to, through and beyond the asteroid it was meant to crack open. In one moment, the horse’s load had managed to once again carve out a cylinder of empty space through its target, forcing the asteroid to split into multiple pieces that began drifting away from one another… but it didn’t stop there. Far from being out in the boonies, the asteroid cluster was in a system filled with small planets and their moons, which the company believed were entirely safe… until, that is, that singular blast of cum cleared the several light-seconds between its origin and one of the uninhabited rocky moons on the nearest planet at close to c, directly impacting it, piercing through its surface, and utterly destroying it as the full force of the collision was released within its core. Chunks. That’s all that was left of it. And the next load was coming soon.

Not a single thing was moving inside the waiting room. Probably because the two of them were the only ones there. Brandon and Cynthia patiently awaited for their name to be called, their chosen surgeon busy readying up the operating room for what was, without a doubt, a very illegal procedure. Despite it still being perfectly accessible to anyone who knew where to look, those kinds of implants had been universally banned several decades prior, owing to a number of health complications arising from what were deemed “unforeseen secondary effects”; with the legal system not wanting to deal with the headache that was second-class citizenship waivers and liability law, the ban was extended to everyone, regardless of social status. Which is of course why Brandon thought to have them installed in the first place. It was the only real option for his new pet, really; her body was already pliable thanks to generations of selective breeding, and after it became obvious that any excess weight had a tendency to congregate around the rear and hips, it was a no-brainer for him to invest in some polypropylene for Cynthia. What else could he possibly choose if not the one type of enhancers that not only filled continuously, but could be coaxed into expanding even harder on demand? All that was needed of Cynthia was for her to drink hefty amounts of water for the implants to retain, and seeing as the best way to do that would be with a high-salt diet, which itself had a knock-on effect on her lower half... the vicious cycle he was intending to kickstart would not only take her to heights never before dreamed of by the feline, but would finally put him at the rank that was his by right. Who would ever dare argue with him when his Kitten dominated whatever room she was in? Cynthia, meanwhile, was worried about the usual stuff. That her new master was intent on modifying her body to suit his needs was a given, she wasn’t scared of that; but when told what exactly he expected her to do, that’s when some amount of fear began to trickle in. She had to believe that Brandon would take care of her, prevent anything bad from ever injuring or otherwise harming her, but given the near-maniacal glee with which the wolf discussed his plans whenever he got going, it was hard to believe he’d be able to control himself. At a few points, Cynthia nearly broke her façade and demanded he promise her safety, an unforgivable crime for a slave such as herself; ultimately, blind faith would have to do, though it was hardly the leap that it could’ve been. In sharp contrast with her previous owner, Brandon had been nothing if not a complete sweetheart, at least when he wasn’t discussing how he was going to reshape her into “something perfect”; it was a nice change of pace from being constantly reminded she was little more than glorified window dressing, and she was more than happy to reciprocate whenever allowed. It became hard to tell where the line was; at times, Cynthia would try to get closer than perhaps was necessary, resulting in a severe scolding. Others, she’d remain distant and be greeted by a confused Brandon, asking if he did anything wrong. Perhaps it was an intentional play, or maybe, like Cynthia hoped, it was the meeting of two minds who just weren’t made to co-exist. They were simply too far apart in terms of upbringing and perspective; it was quite romantic in a way, honestly, though she was always careful never to let those thoughts bubble up too much. Thus, it didn’t take much convincing for her to join Brandon on the trip to the office-slash-clinic, a place frequented by people of ill repute and fat wallets, mostly desperate, C- and D-list actors who insisted that all they needed to break into fame were a pair of big knockers. Though the space was kept meticulously clean, the two of them were still clearly out of place: Brandon with a neatly-ironed waistcoat and bright white shirt, Cynthia with a modest, just-barely-revealing dress designed to show off her curves to the slightest degree possible. The point was less to titillate and more to remain presentable; something both of them were sure was completely lost on the man who’d be putting the cat under the knife. The surgeon’s clerk ran them through the many disclaimers that, while not strictly legally required, were at least morally necessary for anyone wanting to take a risk like that. Both owner and slave nodded away throughout the explanation, before Brandon raised a hand and declared that everything was already decided; no further information was required. The clerk was clearly offended, for some reason, but complied nonetheless, leaving them alone until the main star of the show deigned to show up. It was hard to tell if they should be relieved or utterly terrified at how calm and jovial their surgeon was. A young eagle, far too young, who refused to explain why, how or when he got into the business of providing less-than-legal implant alternatives; all anyone knew was that he showed up in town one day, received the patronage of a few (very) wealthy clients and everything else was history. Like his clerk, he attempted to give Brandon a full rundown of what to expect, only to be stopped in much the same way; within five minutes, Cynthia was looking back at her owner, a hint of fright visible in her expression. The wolf gave her nothing but a curt nod, mouthing the words “See you soon” and crossing his arms and legs, leaning back in the waiting room seat. Several hours passed, the temperature in the room slowly falling as the sun set outside. The procedure would be over soon, according to the clerk at least, but Brandon had already been busying himself pacing around the chairs for a good half an hour by that point, after his phone had died from the constant browsing of the others Cynthia would be ‘competing’ against, and the potential locations where he would be showing off his new toy. It would be disingenuous to claim he wasn’t worried; not only was Cynthia a significant investment, especially now with those new implants of hers, but a part of him truly appreciated the comfort of her company. With his house having been empty for so long, it was nice to have someone to share it with, even if it was a slave like his Kitten. It reminded him of better days, and promised joyous ones later on. He could only hope the surgeon was as good as his reputation painted him. All of his concerns would be taken care of as soon as the door to the operating room opened and the eagle reappeared, beckoning for the wolf to follow him. Having to be careful not to trample the surgeon, Brandon emerged into some kind of OR-recovery ward hybrid, one half containing all the gear required for surgery to take place, while a large bed lay isolated behind a thick curtain in the other. On it, his not-so-little Kitten was waiting for her master, her face lighting up when she saw him enter; it was clear the feline wanted to wave, but if the bandages on her chest were anything to go by, it’d be best if she didn’t. “The operation went smoothly,” the young doctor reported, “you should be seeing the first signs of growth within a few week’s time. Meanwhile, you should avoid any foodstuffs that mi-” The man’s words trailed off into the back of Brandon’s mind as he surveyed the end result of the surgery. Though bound tightly, Cynthia’s bosom was clearly larger than it had been before, indicating the implants themselves were of a bigger size than expected. This was good, this was exactly the way he wanted it to be. The cat herself showed no outward signs of distress, nor did she present any noticeable scarring, though obviously a closer inspection would have to wait until the bandages came off. Tellingly, Cynthia was smiling coyly at him through half-lidded eyes, still waking up from the anastesia, a move that led to Brandon returning the gesture while waving his hand towards the eagle in order to shut them up. “We’re well aware of the safety risks involved. Just tell me, when can she be brought back home?” “Oh, hum,” the surgeon stammered, “she’s clear to leave whenever you need her to, but if you’d rather she stay overnight...” “That won’t be necessary. Cynthia?” The cat nodded lazily, still groggy from the anaesthetics; while it seemed she was as eager to get up as Brandon was to take her home, it still took a significant amount of time before she found her balance… which wasn’t exactly helped by the brand new weights on her chest. She winced slightly when taking her first steps, unaccustomed to that sort of artificiality and sudden shift in center of gravity. The wolf stood still, staring at her as if waiting for his pet to say anything… only to nod approvingly when his Kitten straightened up properly and positioned herself by his side, looping her elbow in his for support, ready to follow him out despite the complete lack of any clothing besides the bandages wrapped around her chest. She held him tightly enough that he could feel her bust pressing against his own arm, firm and waiting to be filled further.. Not that anyone would mind the nudity, really; it was a short walk from the building the clinic was in to the car and it was already late, so no one bothered them. Fastening the seat belt over her sore chest was entirely out of the question, hence Cynthia had to lie down on the back seats and hope for the best, Brandon trying to keep his driving as smooth as he could. Through the half-awake haze, Cynthia marveled at the tightly bound orbs blocking more of her view than before. Each larger than her head now, she estimated; the increased weight as well as her sensitive skin made breathing all the more noticeable as well. Still tired and out of it, the feline dozed off to sleep a couple of times before the two arrived back at Brandon’s home; getting the feline out of the car proved to be just as hard, though at least then the wolf’s Kitten could finally put her new body to use in wriggling out of it. Within minutes they were back in the penthouse, and the wolf was circling around his pet thinking about what he’d be doing to her. Her bust was quite a bit larger than it used to be, but not so much that it looked entirely out of place; that Cynthia was already quite blessed in that area only served to minimize the impact the implants had on her figure. In fact, one could make the argument that the scars, themselves barely noticeable thanks to some frankly stellar surgical work, were more of a change than her size; the idea wasn’t to just pump her up full of saline in much the same way as other slave girls were, nor to slap silicone into them and hope for the best. The change in diameter and overall feel were an investment, something done for the sake of a future pay-off… a pay-off that Brandon fully intended to cash in on, even if it killed him. It was therefore important to test limits, but just as vital to respect them. Trying to do anything right now would simply damage his property beyond repair and destroy any hopes of his investment bearing fruit down the line; then again, it was getting harder to hold back his desire to see Cynthia blossom into a true work of art whenever his eyes caught sight of her bound bust, eager to find out how far he could stretch it while contributing to the shapely rear she already sported with such natural ease. In the end, he settled on waiting for at least a couple of weeks before trying anything out of the ordinary, though he did order his Kitten to increase her fluid intake from that point forward; though he wasn’t going to do anything stupid, that didn’t mean he had no intention of seeing how far he could push the implants from day one. It would be good practice for when they were truly put under pressure, plus it gave Cynthia an idea of what would be expected of her. As such, from that point onwards, she was to drink at least a gallon of water every day combined with a salt tablet, giving her body a chance to retain enough water that her string implants would begin to expand at a much faster-than-normal rate. The cat, for her part, wasn’t exactly thrilled with the order. Knowing what those things inside of her were and how they were meant to work, the command was obvious in its intent and end goal, leaving her wanting to say something to the tune of “Not this early, please.” But as always, Brandon’s tone of voice and kind eyes did things for her that her previous owner didn’t; it was obvious that the wolf cared significantly more for her body than for her, but at least he seemed to have some degree of affection for the cat behind the curves. Besides, even with a high water intake, it would take her years before reaching any kind of immobilizing or debilitating size… so why not abide by the orders and see where they led? Maybe she’d even get enough up top to help balance out her bottom-heavy figure, finally achieve some degree of symmetry! If she didn’t finish her gallon of water before bed, Brandon would loom over her, watching wordlessly as he waited for her to guzzle down whatever was left. Though initially this left her feeling nauseous every time her stomach was bloated far past any safe point, as the weeks passed, it began to stretch just enough for her to clear through her daily gallon without any major issues; on a particular occasion, she noticed that only a few sips were left in her bottle before it was even lunch time, giving her an excuse to play into her role a bit more than usual. In an attempt to make her master both happy and proud of her, she waited until she was seated by the table in front of him and announced she was finishing off her daily goal… right before excusing herself to go refill the bottle, much to Brandon’s surprise, as evidenced by the slightly cocked eyebrow he gave her from where he was seated. Feeling the wolf’s eyes burning into the back of her skull, Cynthia walked over to the sink and gave herself another gallon to blow through, no longer caring about the consequences; all that mattered was doing what she was told as best as she could, and so the buxom feline raised the bottle to her lips and drank, and drank, and drank. She drank until she felt full, then until she felt stuffed, and finally past the point where the urge to vomit began to rise. Half a gallon gone, fifty percent more than her required daily intake, and her stomach looked more slightly gravid than it did bloated; finally, after feeling like she physically couldn’t take another gulp, Cynthia lowered the container and gasped, taking in so much air that her lungs expanding caused her actual, measurable pain. Rubbing her overly full stomach, trying to ease the discomfort of her poor decision, the cat panted to catch her breath... to little success, her heavy, bloated soon-to-be-mostly-fake tits heaving up and down with each motion of her chest. Hoping for a look of approval from Brandon, she focused her attention on him, only to find the wolf’s face to be as stoic as it always was; he was unreadable. After an uncomfortably long stare, her master dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a cloth napkin, placed it over his plate and stood up nonchalantly. He approached his water-bloated Kitten, who was still struggling with just standing, hands clasped behind his back and eyes giving her a once-over from head to toe. He narrowed his gaze before speaking up: “A gallon and a half every day from now on then,” he declared, straightening his back and walking away, “clear the table as well.” Cynthia was left with more questions than answers in her head as to what went wrong with her plan. She could only curse under her breath as her master left the room, a short “Damnit!” that the cat hoped hadn’t been heard. Brandon, for his part, had been struggling with some rather odd feelings as of late, feelings he never expected to have towards his property. It was one thing to be attached to a particularly heavy investment, but there was something about his Kitten that aroused a certain level of… protectiveness in him. She wasn’t just a thing he happened to own, even if he knew he was supposed to think like that, but something more, something that mattered; to put it into perspective, the mere thought of letting go of her, even for a hefty sum, seemed unthinkable to him, when it would’ve been routine with all of his other failed attempts at success. Cynthia’s value went beyond that of money and social status and veered straight into the sentimental, a dangerous path to tread for a man like him. On the other hand, it could be that this was merely him putting that much stock into the cat’s ability to put him back where he was supposed to be in the hierarchy, and his brain rationalized that away as him having feelings for her that weren’t strictly professional; that was a far more reasonable alternative, though not one that he was entirely convinced of. Perhaps not surprisingly, this did very little to diminish his intense need for stress testing his latest project, especially now that she finally had the damned implants installed. Initial results were… less than exciting, given she was already quite full naturally, but still enough to provide proof of concept for what he had in mind. The increased water and salt intake, while a source of unending frustration for his Kitten in terms of how often she had to use the bathroom nowadays, had done wonders towards getting her started on the path to a proper, plump figure; though just barely noticeable at times, her breasts had begun to redden slightly, stretch marks faintly visible during her daily inspections, as well as a certain firmness to them that indicated the implants themselves were beginning to fill out quite nicely. That Cynthia seemed intent on pushing herself ever further as the days went on only helped to further boost her gains, especially once the gallon and a half was increased yet again to a full two; the cat spent most of her time complaining about how stuffed she was, hoping that maybe Brandon would do something about it. The wolf, meanwhile, was just happy that the discomfort had begun to settle in, seeing as that meant real results were soon to arrive. It still took a substantial amount of time, even with the extra care taken to bring her further beyond safety limits than was perhaps recommended; though it’d normally take months to years before those kinds of implants yielded any kind of traditionally big result, by the end of the fifth week, Cynthia was noticeably larger than she had been immediately post-op, with each breast approaching roughly the size of a ripe watermelon, all while keeping just the perfect amount of sag to them that kept one wondering if they were perfectly natural or had some form of artificial help. They were at the size beyond which natural endowments were either rare or genetic abnormalities, enough that her master was beginning to wonder if he shouldn’t be taking her to another “meet-up” with his nominal high-society “friends”. The feline had begun to note how her back was starting to ache from the increased weight, and how the soreness in particular was growing about as much as her size was; not a day went by that Cynthia didn’t wince in pain after bumping into something, right before she did her best to hide it by guzzling down yet more water in order to make it seem like she was a good little titty kitty over whom her master need not worry. Her new diet wasn’t just constrained to water and salt though; these were the shortcuts taken, but a developing Kitten needed a suitable amount of food to ensure she grew up to be as fat as possible in all the right places. Though not exactly part of the plan, at least initially, Brandon couldn’t help but adapt his goals once he noticed that Cynthia was starting to pad out in areas other than her bust; though that slight pudge around her belly would have to be handled more directly once he had time to schedule a liposuction, the increased hip radius and thigh mass went perfectly with her slightly more rotund rear, enough that he could barely avoid giving it a good slap whenever she passed him in a corridor. It’d be spoiling the goods before they were nice and ripe, and though he might be many things, Brandon was not wasteful. This carried on for another couple of weeks, after which the wolf was adequately convinced that she was ready for the next step of his plan. He had always wanted to return to his favourite club in order to show Cynthia off again; he just needed time to let the rumours about Kitten, and how gorgeous and perfect of a specimen she was, to spread sufficiently between all of his presumed “friends” and acquaintances; assuming the feline could hold her own much like she did the previous time, it would only be a matter of time before he was accepted among the proper circles and invited to mingle with the cream of the crop, thus opening several doors for future, larger investments. Cynthia would always be his prized jewel, but it’d be disingenuous to claim he didn’t want to expand his portfolio, maybe even start his own club whenever he had the chance. The cat was not only ready and willing to take on this new task, she was positively ecstatic about it, enough that she barely avoided bouncing in place when told what they were going to do. Brandon had to very carefully remind her that he expected her to be on her best behaviour, not just a repeat of the previous time. If the two of them were going to do this again, Cynthia was going to have to turn the charm up even higher than before… which she more than proved capable of when she flipped that inner switch right there in front of him, her eyes going half-lidded, fluttering her long dark eyelashes, her posture far more relaxed, her arms falling to drape along her sides and her flared, wide hips. Her voice dropped just enough registers, delivering that sultry tone to make even Brandon’s trained mind momentarily succumb to the allure. He needed to clear his throat more loudly than normal before declaring she was, indeed, ready for the next visit, before he himself and practically ran off to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. Cynthia barely even counted this as a victory, smiling as her master went down the hall; returning to her regular, bubbly and semi-mindless state, courtesy of Brandon’s deliberate attempts at focusing her mind on developing her own body further, the feline was just happy to have served her master to the best of her ability, putting no thought towards why he had abruptly cut off her demonstration. As far as she cared, the sudden change in her own behaviour was just something that was expected of her. An act. Preparations for their second night out took a bit longer than expected, given that the next meet-up available had a few rules stapled onto it. Whoever was organizing it decided that everyone involved was only allowed to bring their finest piece of property, and they were to be dressed in a very, very specific manner in accordance with their particular species, thus giving Brandon headaches over who exactly he could trust to take his Kitten’s measurements without then blabbing to the rest of high society. After a few days of going through his list of contacts, he settled on measuring his Kitten himself and then making a very generous, anonymous donation to his usual tailor, hoping they wouldn’t put two and two together. The end result, however, was worth the wait. It was, in all regards, a little black dress, yet with so many things in life, less was truly more. Cynthia’s body looked as if it had been poured into it like a mould; it hugged her form in just the right places while giving just enough room that it didn’t look constraining, propping her bust up such that it appeared to be even larger than it actually was, inching her breasts closer up under her chin and with plenty of inflated flesh coming from the sides. All while perfectly outlining her thick, ripe thighs and flared hips. Ending just about mid thigh, one of its legs had a strategically placed split running up the side, the fabric billowing just enough that a faster or brisker movement would reveal that nothing was being worn underneath it, the dress itself treated like the thin pretense of civility that it truly was. In one moment, it was the perfect formal wear, respectable and fit for a night out; in the next, it screamed obscenity, a condemnation of the society that forced her to wear it as if it wasn’t deliberately designed to accentuate her physical form, the only thing she was built for. Of course, for Cynthia, it was just a really good dress; she wasn’t all that into extracting long-winded metaphors from pieces of clothing. “Remember, be on your best behaviour,” Bradon told her for the millionth time, “I know you’re out of practice, but we only have one shot at this. If we screw it up, that’s it, and you don’t want to know what comes after ‘that’s it’, understand?” “Absolutely, I won’t let you down!” Cynthia replied enthusiastically, completely ignoring the implied threat. “Good. The get-together starts at precisely ten PM, with the introductions to be over by eleven. Beginning at midnight, you’ll be expected to head backstage in order to prepare for the main event,” the wolf rattled out, “during which you will, and I repeat, will flaunt your best stuff to everyone there. If they want to touch you, you’ll let them. If they want to grope you, you’ll tell them where best to do it, if they want to feed you, you lap every crumb off their fingers. The only limit is actual sex, understand?” Cynthia nodded, a wide smile spreading on her lips. “Once that’s done, you’ll be going backstage again, putting your dress back on and then you will wait for me to come get you. I’ll be busy discussing things with potential business partners, so if you have to sit there looking pretty for three hours, what will you do?” “I’ll sit there looking pretty for three hours… for you, master~!” - although she’d much rather loop her arm around his and follow him around as his status symbol and eye candy… she preferred not to get into the politics at high-end events, not because she was stupid, but mainly because they ended up being more boring than anything else. The game was easy to play when you had sexuality, and every day, little by little, those curves were getting more exaggerated and made the game even easier. If Brandon needed her, she’d be there, ready to help him ‘bargain’. Brandon seemed to enjoy this. That fanged grin was anything but nice, though. “Good,” he replied, nodding curtly, “now fill up your bottle and keep drinking and refilling until I come back. Do not stop unless I tell you to. Salt tablets and the high sodium snacks are in your designated cupboard.” She didn’t need to be told twice, and indeed was already hard at work getting her supplies ready by the time Brandon left for his bedroom. Cynthia didn’t bother to remove her dress, figuring that her master wanted to see her bloated and ready to pop while still struggling to fit inside of it, a mental image that she simultaneously adored and feared in equal measure. The process itself had become a routine by that point: refill the bottle, open the tablets, and alternate between wincing as she ate the latter, and moaning quietly while guzzling down the former. It was often unbearable, but she couldn’t deny it did a number on her body and proportions; she could only wonder how exactly her belly was spared from all the bloating, though she chalked it up to her rather unique genes. Brandon took his sweet time getting ready, enough that the cat began to wonder if he was deliberately holding out in order to test her dedication; if that were the case, then clearly what she had to do was prove to him that his faith was not misplaced, and she would do what he told her to without a single moment’s hesitation! Even after needing to refill her bottle, even after the first packet of salt tablets was consumed and she had to reach for more, still Cynthia continued to gorge herself with abandon, wanting her master to see her as what she was meant to be: a pliable, obedient servant, meant only for his own amusement and enjoyment. The seams on her dress began to complain, especially around her belly; though nothing really settled there after she was done digesting it, her body hadn’t yet figured out how to bypass that particular step, thus leaving her with an increasingly-full gut that strained her clothing’s ability to contain it. More and more that bump became noticeable, until finally she was starting to hear the cloth itself creak, just about ready to rip itself apart… and yet she carried on, long after the point where she should’ve stopped, her eyes glazing over as the second packet of tablets was finished and she got ready to refill her bottle… At that moment, the wolf walked back into frame, readjusting his cufflinks and saying something about needing to keep those things somewhere where he’d remember them, his eyes immediately catching sight of what was happening: his Kitten, struggling to climb over the counter to get to the cupboard, her bloated stomach nearly tearing her specially-made dress, all while her bust struggled to be contained as well. The poor thing could barely make it up without sloshing all over the place, sweating profusely as she tried to reach for the third packet. A hand cradled her waterlogged gut while her breasts rose like dough, the straps digging into her engorged flesh. If she was poured into the dress before.. now she was overflowing from it. Brandon crossed his arms over his chest, saying nothing: a sign she wasn’t done. It still took her about five minutes before finally being done with the acrobatics, made worse by her needing to keep the dress in one piece. She was ready to bring the first tablet of the third packet into her mouth when Brandon grabbed her wrist. He was smiling. “I believe that should be enough,” he stated, “now put the bottle down. We have a long night ahead of us.”

Hayloft Surprise The small inn was quiet as Margydn slipped out of the side door and hurried to the stable. There wasn’t much light, even under the full moon. She bemoaned her lacked infravision, sadly as gifted as she might be, that was one thing she didn’t have. Steeling into the stable, she ignored the horses in favor of the loft, quickly climbing up the rickety ladder. She ducked just in time to avoid cracking her on the low wooden beams. “Leidrak, are you up here?” she said, a little louder than she intended, looking around for him in the gloom. “Shhh. Do you want to get caught?” came a hoarse whisper in the dark. Leidrak’s voice. “No one is going to catch us, silly. Everyone else is passed out on that dwarven ale that Gregor purchased.” She giggled pulling off her loose- fitting shirt and rubbed her large exposed breasts, feeling her nipples harden in the cool night air. “Now come over here. I can’t see you.” Leidrak shuffled over, he was hesitant, she could tell, but she needed someone with a cock, and he was her only real option. She hoped he’d be a decent lover. She couldn’t wait any longer, she needed it and now. They finally found each other in the dark, and she quickly pulled his tunic off him and discarded his belt and breaches. He fumbled with her belt. She pushed his hands away and undid the knot herself. Belt loosened, he eagerly slid her dress over her ripe hips and plump ass. She wiggled herself at him a bit as the fabric came off. The act, probably completely lost on him in the dark she realized, was fun anyways. She knelt over him, straddling his legs, but not quite over his hips. The warmth was building between her legs, but she needed a little more prepping. She slowly guided him to her nipples, letting his tongue flick over each nipple as he groped her breasts, squeezing gently. His touch gave away his inexperience with women. She realized he was way too gentle and inexperienced a lover. She’d have to work on that. But not tonight. Tonight, she needed to deal with her need for release. He was of average size, and she could feel the warmth of his cock in her hands as she rubbed him into a state of readiness. He was getting stiffer by the moment. She released one hand long enough to dip a finger along own slit, testing her own readiness. Leidrak shifted to nuzzling her neck, and kissing and caressing. It was nice, but she wanted something more vigorous. Something firm inside her, not teasing kisses about her collarbone. She pushed him back a bit and went in for a kiss of her own. Demanding, forceful, insistent. She wanted more. His manhood twitched in her hand. She smiled as she pulled away, shifting her hips over his, and letting herself sink down. She had to wiggle a bit, getting the motions right. His cock was warm in inside her, ready and willing. She could feel him now, nicely encased in her flesh. His attention returned to her breasts, and she placed her hands down, one to tease her own clit, the other to gently play with his balls, even as she started to her rhythm. She gasped as his cock started to hit the right spots. She had felt the heat building in her for days, and she had been desperate for a good dicking. She wished she had more choices, bedding a companion could be awkward, but there just wasn’t a better option right now. Slowly they shifted positions, fell backwards, letting him take command as she lay in the pile of hay, her legs spread wide in anticipation. He was eager, but she had to guide him back into her, feeling his warmth reenter, giving a satisfied “umph” as he drove deeply down her canal. Smiling she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in. Her breasts rubbing against his chest. He began to get his own rhythm, siding in and out nicely. It was slow at first, but soon he increased the speed, his own need starting to drive him. Soon he was moving too fast for her tastes. “Slow down, take your time, this isn’t a race.” She murmured in his ear. She could tell he was excited. Each moment came and went as she could feel him sliding though her. She kept one hand on her clit, gently stroking it with each rock of her hips. She let her pelvic muscles do some of the work, contracting on him as he slid as deeply as he could. “Yes, just like that.” She moaned as she felt herself starting to edge towards a climax. Her shouldered began to ache. She welcomed it as she bit down a bit on his shoulder. He grunted and took the hint as she felt his teeth nip into the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck. That felt better. She’d train him yet. She moaned, barely registering the shine of her claws in the moonlight. She pushed him back, he stumbled a bit, confused. She wanted control again now. She pushed him off and on to the hay. Hovering over him she pulled his cock into her mouth. She savored the taste of their juices intermingled for a moment. He was still nice and hard as she released him from her mouth and climbed atop of him a second time. This time she made no slow pretense of a gentle lover. Her muscles were bulging, particularly about her hips and thighs, pressing down on him, holding him to the floor for her. He was hers now. She felt for him again, eagerly she let his cock find her cunt. She drove down on to him. Her cunt hot, as it slid over his erection. Oh, she wished he was just a bit bigger. She could feel him reaching up to play with her breasts as they bounced free in front of him, her body slamming down on his. She could feel the ripple of her stomach as she came closer to the moment. Her feet popped and shifted behind her; she could feel them digging into the hayloft’s floorboards. More purchase for the pushing, she grinned, her teeth gleaming in the dim light, sharper than any maiden’s. He was nearing climax now himself, but she wasn’t quite ready. “Hold on, me first.” She teased in his ear. In his sexual frenzy he couldn’t begin understand how she’d gotten to speak in his ear so easily when she sat mounted atop him, riding him for all she was worth. She stretched up as she felt the warmth growing through her. She wiggled her shoulders letting her wings stretch forth, blocking the small bit of moonlight coming from the window. Under her Leidrak began to grimace, that moment letting out a grunt of his own. Her talons reached her own slit, now armored and scaled, and helped herself along so that they could come together. She felt him explode inside her, just as she came too, her moan echoing loudly in the night air. It was so blissful that she barely registered the sensation of her tail ripping forth, thrusting out behind her, as it landed with a resounding thump that made the horses below them whinny. She gave him a quick kiss, the last of her humanity fading with her lips as her snout pushed his lips away in the darkness. Slowly she rolled off him, feeling much better, if not completely sated. He just lay there panting. She kind of wanted to go again, but her lover lay spent and she didn’t want to crush his hips too badly. Maybe in the morning he’d be up for another round. She curled up with a yawn, itching at her still growing horns. She pulled her wings over her and snuggled into the hay.  *** *** *** Dawn the next morning woke her. She found Leidrak staring at her. “You foul beast! What did you do with fair Margydn?” He was shaking, still shorn of clothing and he hadn’t any weapons. She yawned a big toothy smile, which only seemed to make him more uncomfortable as he scuttled back farther from her from her reptilian features. Stretching, she stood up, barely avoiding the wooden beams as her head now stretched far above his on a long graceful, serpentine neck. Running her clawed hands down her scaly body she enjoyed the still humanlike curves she still possessed. Her breasts were still generous and capped with a dusky set of blue nipples to match her shimmering blue-gray colors. She felt her curvy hips, smoothly scaled and very sexy, and the warm heat of her loins as she realized she was still dripping from last night. Her tail curled around her ankle daintily, it’s feathery tip comforting atop her thick talons. She looked at him calmly, “Why Leidrak, haven’t you ever fucked a were-dragon before?” She left him standing there, his mouth slack, as she leapt down from the loft, spooking the horses that stood in their stalls. Sauntering sexily out into the morning sunshine she enjoyed the roll of her hips, the sway of her walk. Looking back, she saw her companion staring from the loft’s small window. She smiled, and bent, lifting her thick tail high into the air, and wiggled her hips, presenting her hot steaming sex to him once more, it’s dark gash visible. Then, not waiting for his response, she slipped around the edge of the stable, leaving only one claw to beckon for him. Leidrak, as confused as he was, didn’t wait for a second invitation as he chased naked after the blue-gray dragoness. Monster or not, the sex had been great and she clearly wanted more She didn’t look at all displeased that he found her a short distance away lounging happily on some warm rocks, her talons playing absently with her scaled cleft, her legs spread invitingly towards him. “Are you ready for another try, my little lover?” She licked her lips. She hoped he’d be better the second time. She was still horny.

(Living latex, Multiple TFs, fusion, minor body horror) Amaranth was fairly new to the Grand Mortuary. She started studying to be a Sorceress, so she studied on the surface level. The Grand Mortuary went underground some ways though, hosting studies for Necromancers and Blood Magi in the lower levels, and finally Warlocks with their Demonology at the lowest level. Today everyone would be on surface level though, it was a day off for everyone to relax. During the day it was just casual festivities, mostly clubs offering games to play or food at various booths to try and recruit new members- since more club members equaled more funding. But Amaranth was starting to fret over the next part. As evening fell there was going to be a huge costume party to end the day, but Amaranth could not figure out what to wear! It was a costume party so she could not just go as herself. She did not get out often so was really looking forward to shining at this event... but waited too long to get an outfit. All the costume shops had been sold out thanks to the Grand Mortuary. It wasn't close enough to Halloween so it wasn't like you could pick up a shitty costume from just anywhere. Amaranth ran out of ideas staring at her wardrobe and decided to take this outside. Time to completely misuse her powers! She waved her hands in the air and rocks started to pop out from the grass outside her dorm, gathering and compacting into the shape of a collar. Someone asked her what she was doing, and Amaranth had not even seen anyone near her- so it startled her into letting the collar crumble again. "Ah! I didn't see anyone... I was... just trying to improvise a costume, for the party." The woman cocked an eyebrow at her. "Out of... dirt." Amaranth blushed. "Well it sounds bad when you put it that way. I was thinking just like, a sexy outfit, with a collar or something. I never wear stuff like that so it is a costume for me. And the easiest I could think of..." "Mmm, I could... help you. I have some strange magic thanks to a bond with a demon, but I could do this pretty easily. It would be... a bit unorthodox mind you. We would have to team up for it." Amaranth shook her head. "Any help would be great. I sort of needed this party to try and stand out a bit more." "Ok! And... you wanted to do a bimbo look, right?" "Yea, well, it will catch the boy's attention at least, haha. I would settle for any decent costume really." To Amaranth's surprise the woman's body seemed to melt out of her clothes! It writhed around as a liquid, changing colors rapidly while it looked like it tried to decide on a shape. In place of the woman was now a pink corset, spiked choker, and two thigh-high high-heeled boots. It looked like it was made of pink latex? "What th- are you still in there?" The woman's voice resonated from around the items, rather than directly from them. "Yup. I said we had to team up, right? Put me on. Now I don't have to decide what costume I wear- because I will be the costume." Amaranth looked at them quizzically. This certainly was weird, she had not even heard of magic like this. Living clothing? The demon she contracted must be a higher tier demon to have power like this, to completely reshape a person. She reached for a boot but paused and blushed brightly at the sight. It... looked like a vagina! The opening where she needed to put her foot in looked like the inside of a vagina, a flesh fold opening with muscle ribbed flesh tunnel beyond. It actually pulsed slowly, like it was breathing somehow! Amaranth was not sure about this anymore, but she did not want to offend the powerful demonologist, especially after she already cast the spell for her sake. Amaranth took her shoes and socks off after carrying the items back to her dorm room- she was clearly going to have to strip to put these items on. It felt so slick as she slid her bare feet into the soft innards. The woman had to suppress moans as it felt so very good to be filled. She could feel Amaranth's bare toes squirming deeper in, and when she finished one foot, the other quickly followed just as intense. She wondered how many people at the Grand Mortuary still remembered her master, the demon Beuus, from when he decimated the campus. The woman's name is Jezebel- empowered by the demon that called her his pet. Anyone who remembers their names, knows to fear them. The corset did not look like a vagina on the inside thankfully, but was not much better. Amaranth stripped herself nude reluctantly and slowly slid the garment on. The inside of the corset looked like some sort of deep sea plant! It was covered in thousands of tiny undulating flesh bumps. It was a bizarre contrast, because on the outside it looked like pink latex- a normal (if slutty) corset. Amaranth shivered as the bumps made contact and felt like a thousand gentle fingers prodding her! She told Jezebel to try and hold them still if she could, and she did. There would be time for fun later- she needed Amaranth in the outfit first. Amaranth flinched a moment when the crotch pulled up to her panties, and several of the nubs adjusted themselves, squirming against her nethers. Even once it was on she needed to shuffle over to a body mirror to try to look behind herself to pull the straps tight. Her breasts were a well shaped C cup, and the corset made sure to show them off fully, pushing them up from below while squeezing her stomach tight. She was actually surprised when she picked up the collar and seen it looked normal on all sides- nothing strange of fleshy on it. That was the moment Jezebel was waiting for though. As soon as Amaranth locked the collar in place she felt oddly light headed. Now Jezebel's voice came from inside her own thoughts. "Ok, ready to go! Wooo." "Uh... I don't know... I feel a little off. And this is REALLY racy. Maybe I should put some clothes on over this?" "Nooo nonono. We just need to add a few more touches. If we dress you up nice enough, people will either not recognize you in the first place for it to matter- or they will be too impressed to judge you." "Oh... ok, maybe?" Amaranth looked in the mirror as she felt her lips tingle softly and fill with a warmth. As she watched they started to inflate, turning from red to pink and glossy, like the latex! That was odd, how much control did Jezebel have? Her lips were not covered by anything- Jezebel had transformed part of her actual body. All these strange things in such a short encounter started to make her head spin, which made it hard to focus on any one line of thought. The corset started to squeeze even tighter on its own, Amaranth was going to complain that her legs were starting to tingle from lack of blood flow, but her attention was immediately stolen away to her chest! Her breasts started to swell up! All the nerves inside of them were set off, giving her a lot of radiant pleasure- it was not a touch that was setting off her pleasure so there was no definitive, concentrated source. The corset was so tight that when the flesh bumps squirmed it moved Amaranth's skin with them. The line between one and the other started to blur. Like an infection, flecks of pink started to appear in Amaranth's otherwise brown eyes. Her head felt so light and her thoughts would not stop swirling, it felt like she was really drunk almost, making her giggle absentmindedly. She stumbled a bit and then collapsed to her knees, her legs were now numb from the grip the corset had on her spine, and the pink coloration started to bleed into her legs. Her breasts continued to grow and her stiff nipples appeared through the top of the corset. Her breasts started blushing brighter pink and pressed into the corset so aggressively the seam between the two became hard to spot. Her lips inflated even more, giving her mouth a permanent clueless expression, as her lips were so inflated they were difficult to move into any other position. The pink started to overtake her iris and her thoughts did not swirl so quickly now- because there was not nearly as many thoughts to spin. The bottom of the corset seemed to feel closer and closer to her, as Amaranth's panties and bra dissolved allowing the soft flesh nubs full access to her bare flesh everywhere. The nubs tugged her pussy open and seemed to press into her tighter. The sensation in her skin and the feeling of the corset moving became confused, and as it pressed still farther into her and continued to pull her open- a pussy opened in the corset! It was now an extension of her own- she could fully feel it! The clit started to inflate into a large round sphere as the pussy itself grew and gaped all on its own, as if demanding to be fed cock. Amaranth felt so good... so warm and tingly, and horny. Her body rocked a bit as her legs quickly devolved and shrank, being swallowed back into the fat pillowy outer labia as they expanded gigantically! Her entire body started to turn smooth and pink, even her hair! Amaranth's arms fell limp at her sides as her stare became vacant, and her arms unknowingly locked in place there. Her thoughts devolved to simply 'cock, suck, cum'. Her breasts were impossibly round spheres with aggressive nub nipples. Her vagina finally stopped growing when it was as wide as her entire hips! Her entire body had turned pink and semi translucent! She had been turned into a gigantic male masturbator, made of pink silicon gel! It would wear off once the costume party was over, but for now she looked exactly like the most slutty thing Jezebel could think of, just like she wanted. A cocksleeve's purpose after all was solely to pleasure dick and nothing else. It didn't get sluttier than that. And because the vaginal opening was so large compared to the rest of her, she actually stood up resting on the edge of her pussy- the passage going through the entire body and connecting to the mouth. Aside from the single repeating thought of 'cock, stretch, cum', Jezebel reserved one memory of a couple who were a year ahead of Amaranth and helped her out occasionally. Jezebel used a shared memory to connect them, and bled from Amaranth's mind into the couple- August and Slate. Slate sighed as he held his fist out, August holding her hand flat. Paper beats rock. They were playing to determine who played what role- their costume was a group effort. The two of them were going to the party dressed as a horse! Because he lost rock-paper-scissors, Slate was going to be the back half of the horse while August was the front. At least he had an easy excuse to grab her little bubble butt whenever he wanted to tease her in public without anyone knowing. The mid section of the horse was very loose. Everything behind the horse's shoulders was Slate, so he put the back legs on like pants and pulled the rest up over himself. It was going to get stuffy in that costume really fast- he could already tell. August put the head on and looked at them in the mirror giggling at how silly the horse looked. Neither were able to notice a black substance appearing in spots on the inner lining- Jezebel's latex goo starting to manifest. August insisted they wear the outfit for a bit now before going to the party and getting re-dressed, so they could get used to it. It wouldn't do to be learning how to move in it at the actual party; they would be tripping over other people. Slate twitched his nose- there was an odd very subtle smell in the suit, but he had no idea what it was. It was not really good or bad. He could not see out of the outfit, he was relying on August entirely to direct them so he had nothing else to occupy his mind with, becoming increasingly curious as to what the smell was. Before long he found himself with a stiff boner, from the smell or the fact August's round butt was inches away from his face. He adjusted his stance without even thinking when he felt his nuts gently rub on his thighs. August tried to mimic the movement of a horse's legs with her own, watching them in the mirror still and just made herself giggle more. She felt oddly giddy and airheaded. Neither noted her giggle sounded a bit like a horse's neighing. Her perception started to blur a bit and she found herself trying to get more into the role of a horse instead of simply the appearance. Her eyes had merged with those of the outfit- Jezebel's latex goo was working like glue, spreading across the inside of the suit and fusing it with her face and working toward her body too. The teeth in August's goofy smile grew into large blocks, stretching her face a bit to make room. Slate felt his erection slide past the waistband of his pants a bit but figured it was fine since he was costumed anyway- no one would see it regardless. The pants pressed into the bottom of the shaft less and less as his clothes between himself and the costume started to dissolve in the warm air trapped in the outfit. He kept taking very deep breaths, bringing his face closer to August's butt. Was that smell... her? Was she horny too? It smelled delicious, like a mare... er, woman in heat? For some reason Slate kept thinking of mares instead of women, wanting to mount them for some reason. He never had a kink for horses before, the costume must have inspired it. His erection started to bob with his pulse as it inched longer and bigger. Again he was unable to fully notice this, because when it would have touched the costume's crotch, the outfit simply moved out of the way as if it were liquid and clung to his shaft like a second skin. As it pushed out on the outside of the costume, it turned from the brown cloth to smooth black. Jezebel's latex goo started to drip down the legs in excess and pool in the feet, and when Slate adjusted his legs again for his growing black balls his feet clopped against the floor! The pooling goo was hardening into hooves, for both August and Slate. August's teeth continued to grow a bit, and then a gap formed between front and back, stretching them apart and causing the bones in her face and head to crack and pop as it grew tremendously, meeting and matching the outfit in shape and size. Like with Slate's cock when the two met, the costume practically melted into her actual face, giving in the coloration of a horse's. She let out another half nicker, half giggle and reared her head back a bit, feeling the veins in her neck tense greatly for a moment, and then the muscle in her throat bulked up tremendously! Surprised, she reversed and bowed her head and her spine gave off several very loud, muffled pops and her neck extended in length! Slate was completely obsessed with her butt, and imagining the big muscular butts of mares prancing in fields, flaunting for him. His erection continued to grow larger and longer, the head getting stretched wider and broader by tension in what little remained to distinguish costume from his actual body. It was a horse's dick now! He breathed very heavily to take in as much of that enticing scent as possible, and breathed so hard it caused the costume to collapse and puff out with his breaths. But each time it puffed out a bit less, and collapsed a bit more. When he felt it touch his face it surprised him, causing him to gasp, which then yanked it tightly to him and also filled his head with enough of the scent of mares that he could not restrain himself any more. He rammed his face right between August's bouncy butt and they both locked up from the sensation. His face practically melted into her butt cheeks, causing him to fall further into her! His neck met her tail bone and the two compacted till it was just one continuous spine! Their fused body trying to figure out what to do with the displaced mass just shoved it all outward, rounding into a barrel shape before settling on what it needed and where. Because their spines linked, his entire nervous system was now feeding into August- she could now feel every twitching, throbbing inch of the horse cock below them now. The costume continued to collapse- the vacuum Slate created with his last breath was forced forward now that the torso was fully merged with the actual flesh. The costume yanked tight, trapping August's arms at her side and squeezing tightly. Her body felt so oddly soft, and all of her organs were squeezed out painlessly and fell into the lower body that used to be Slate. The double organs merged together, creating a single set of organs at double the size. The costume merged with her legs and tightened, revealing the tight sinuous muscles of a horse and continued upward. What used to be her arms now spread and bulged out as powerful pectoral muscles and shoulders of equine proportion! August remembered there was supposed to be someone there with her and tried to call to them, because her cock needed someone's hole. Slate of course did not answer, and her call was nothing even remotely understandable anyway- she could only produce horse sounds now! She- or, he now- shivered as his mane and tail hairs properly connected and came to life as living hairs. The hooves, mane, teeth, and tail were authentic material but everything else was brown and white dappled latex- black on the anus and genitals. He was so horny, but his mate was no where to be seen. He did not remember what they looked like, or what gender they were. Slate and August had become one- so August remembered Slate, and Slate remembered August. Their combined mind could not settle on which person was the mate. He nickered as a sudden electric pleasure vibrated up from his taint and almost instantly brought him to orgasm! The horse cock ejaculated white latex goo, as Jezebel's consciousness was transferred to the new separate puddle to seek another person to 'help' with their outfit. Stan, Mack, Dan, and Jack grumbled at their own costumes in the locker room. They were the stars of the Grand Mortuary's baseball team; Homerun Hellions, so they were used to being in a locker room together. It made sense since they were a team that their costume would be a group effort too, but none of them especially liked the idea. The options were scarce when Dan went to get them outfits for the party, so he took the only team outfit- one single outfit for all four of them! Their outfit was a Chinese dancing dragon! Like Slate and August- they headed off in a game of rock-paper-scissors. Only one person can be the head, everyone else had to stare at someone's ass the entire rest of the night. At least unlike the horse costume- the dragon was not enclosed- it was held over them, their actual feet were not covered so the costume can breath. Dan actually won the head, but everyone else was mad at him for picking this costume so it was a 3v1 vote that Dan was disqualified from winning the head. So the pecking order was Stan, Dan, Mack and then Jack. They wore light clothes to minimize heat build-up and all got under a section of the dragon outfit. Stan actually had it the hardest because the head was the heaviest part to hold up, and traditionally is the part doing the most movement. They each in turn felt a slight movement on their scrotum- they all thought it was a drop of sweat, but it was actually Jezebel arriving- seething into them. It was difficult coordinating the dragon, since it was four people- if one lagged it tugged on the overall form and threatened to yank someone else off their feet. As they practiced in the locker room though, they started to get hotter than they should be, blaming it on the costume though that was not the case. Their balls started to swell a bit as Jezebel used its natural fluid production to instead produce more of her special goo and saturate more of their bodies. To the boys it felt like they were pent up, making them feel horny. Being in close proximity to only each other, it created confused feelings, since they were left to think the reason for their sudden arousal was each other. When Jezebel was a student here she was cucked hard- so it was only natural that she would want to spread pleasure here now so that no one else suffered her fate. Their clothing started to dissolve as their body temperatures went up so they were unable to tell the difference. Soon their practicing stopped and turned to awkward absentminded movements. They were horny and their minds cloudy thanks to Jezebel's dark magic. Being all straight males though, they were too stubborn to engage each other, even without the ability to think properly on it. Jezebel grunted a bit in frustration. She drown out all their thoughts and still they wouldn't use each other for pleasure! It shouldn't take much though, she just had to nudge them in a direction and their dicks should do the rest. She could also just smush them all together immediately too- but that wouldn't be any fun. So she saturated the dragon head, increasing its weight, causing the nearly brain dead Stan to drop it on himself with a hollow thud. He moaned loudly as his head throbbed, but did not ache. It was not a migraine sort of throbbing- his head was actually increasing in size! The dragon head started to shrink with throbs perfectly in sync with his growing head, till the two met in size, causing his head to expand the mask till they smushed together and became the same thing! He felt his nostrils join to the back of the mask ones and then expand greatly to match, finishing with a few wisps of flame on a powerful exhale. The masks jaw seemed to suppress till they met and fused, but then expanded back to how it was, dragging his along with it. Jezebel's magic turned both the costume and the person to her living latex, so they were indistinguishable from one another. A lot of people equate the dragon tendrils on their upper face to a mustache, but that was not accurate at all. They were like a catfish whiskers- which means Stan can feel down the entire length of them, allowing him to perceive motion farther off his body. Stan tried to get up when the changes slowed but that only caused him to fall on his face- his head was many times too big for his neck or even body to possibly lift anymore. In his barely thinking state, Dan went to help Stan but ended up falling onto his naked backside because the costume around them no longer moved like it should. When he was bent over the back of the dragon and his own back fused, causing his vertebrae to grow tremendously to match, but also preventing him from standing up or getting off Stan. Stan was still trying to just get up, and got up onto his arms and legs with his head still anchored to the floor- this unintentionally thrust his butt into Dan's stiff dick. Without clothing to act as a barrier, Dan just thrust forward and Jezebel immediately partially locked them together so the penis could not be fully removed. Stan couldn't think enough to question the situation, and only processed that something felt good, so he let it. The penis and anus started to meld together though, and pleasure started to generate less from friction in those places and come instead from nerves rewiring. Two dicks, two prostates, two anus- their nervous systems were getting wired together causing everything to double! Dan put his hands on Stan"s thighs at first but they fell more limp as he humped and smiled dimly, and his arms started to merge with Stan's legs! His toes all became larger as huge claws emerged from the ends making them more draconic- though oddly still relatively human. The costume did not cover their legs after all. Dan's chest started to fuse into Stan's back, and then his neck and chin started to sink in locking them together completely. With Dan reinforcing Stan's backside with his body though- Dan now had the strength to lift his giant head! His own upper torso started to bulk up, swallowing his arms into it as it began to reform into a neck. He tried to speak but the huge mouth only produced grunts and growls, causing the air to wave from the heat of his breath. Mack seen the two in the front fucking- from his limited field of view none of the other changes were visible. He wanted that. He used prostate stimulation before- it was the male's pleasure center after all, and being as horny as he is now he really wanted something to ram him from behind. He glanced back at Jack but Jack did not take the hint- his mind was basically blank. Mack took some steps back and bent forward a bit to nudge his bare ass into Jack's erection, and Jack thrust forward weakly, wanting pleasure but still confused. Becoming a bit impatient Jezebel brought down part of the rear costume and just pushed lightly on Jack's anus, surprising him into darting forward. Thanks to their position, moving forward thrust into Mack, who then was staggered forward and thrust into Dan! Or what was left of Dan anyway. As soon as Mack grabbed Dan"s butt his hands and then arms started to sink into the flesh and the bulk moved down Dan's legs just like Dan's arms fused to Stan's legs. This caused the torso to eventually scrunch up because of the two odd anchor points of fusion, and when the back bent far enough over the costume fused to it, extending the draconic back. This repeated again for Jack only moments after, but his changes were more extreme than the others, because he took up the rear. When the bulking spinal chord reached what had been the end of Jack, it continued. His spine grew out into a tail that quickly increased in size and length, the costume merged with it and gave it a line of red hair down the middle and a plume of hair on its end. Another strand of latex goo split from the underside of the tail though, looping back the other way and merging with his taint! His hips popped loudly and exploded in size. He groaned loudly as pleasure surged in his body, feeling his prostate grow many times over, then the growth surge down his taint, inflating his balls gigantically. His balls turned green like the flesh of the dragon as they converted to latex. His dick started to grow tremendously, gaining almost a full inch with each slow but powerful thrust into Mack. Mack felt like it was plowing right through him though- it did not hit a wall when it should have. The huge and still growing cock felt like it lanced his own prostate and kept going- like it was growing up into the base of his own cock. And, it was. You could see the bulge travelling up the comparatively tiny dick of Mack and stretching it bigger as more of the superior dick rammed itself in. The two became one and then it grew huge out of Mack. Once it was its full gigantic size, it throbbed hard and yanked out of Mack so that it was once again hanging from Jack's crotch- except there was nothing on Mack's crotch anymore. He did not need to penetrate Dan anymore anyway- they were so fully fused that you could not tell they were human. The changes progressed from the front back, so by the time Jack was finishing his changes, the others already looked like a living version of their former costume. At the party, they all appeared one after another, with only a half minute between, to give the other guests time to puzzle over what the heck they were looking at. The giant cocksleeve Amaranth, the stallion Auglate, and the dancing dragon Sdanmajack. They all made the sound of twisting latex with every movement. Security immediately assembled, confused as to what was going on but knowing it was not ok. Then a single bead of latex goo rolled from each of the three, and from it exploded the form of Jezebel, in a casual outfit. She grinned like a psychopath and took a bow. "Been a while, huh? Beuus sends his regards." The security guards rushed to her, past an older teacher who tried to stop them. "Wait- she is with Beuus! She is too dangerous, you'll only irritate her, just let her have her twisted fun so she will leave." The guards here were too green. None of them had been here when Beuus was fully manifested in the mortal plane. Jezebel glanced at them coming at her and huffed. Just behind her, the dragon's body lurched, shifting and twitching unnaturally. With loud cracks and pops its form yanked itself into unnatural angles and its legs ripped in half, creating two new ones with a proto leg in between. Then the set of legs behind that did the same, then the set behind that. Then its spine yanked even longer and even more limbs grew out from the new segments, and then even more than that. Its giant form twitched and yanked around from the newly forming muscle and nerves causing it to be unable to control most of its movements. It slammed into the floor between the guards and Jezebel without even meaning to. Its body got longer and longer and even more and more limbs. Huge horns grew from its head and grew extremely long, turning a neon orange in color, as well as all of its limbs, which simplified the more they multiplied till they looked almost like the horn-like antennae. What had been a dancing dragon was now a gigantic centipede! It raised its head, but gave a few jerky movements again like it was possessed and slammed itself down onto the stallion! The stallion's head vanished into its lower head. The head started to extend and it grew large nostrils and leaf shaped ears. The horses neck was half inside the centipede, and its entire spine was fused to its underside, but not submerged into its form at all. The stallion grew two more sets of horse legs, and several of the legs on the centipede around it became semi-horse like, though still covered in latex chitin. The horse penis throbbed several times, driving the creature mad with lust and quickly attacked Amaranth- being basically just a giant pussy. It nudged her over and quickly thrust in, but as soon as it did the cock started to surge in size, quickly fusing with the inside. Amaranth's body started to turn darker pink, then a grey-pink, then a pink hued black as it became one and the same with the horse genitals. Since they now shared mass, the horses balls grew monstrously huge and Amaranth became its cock, though the silhouette of her arms remained on the sides of the shaft, and her labia and clit were now the medial ring on the cock. The giant freakish monster slowly turned to the guards, making a clicking-hiss sound as it leaned down toward them intimidatingly. Jezebel just grinned. "So. Lets party, shall we?"

Len was a good looking woman but unfortunately was unable to see that herself. Her hair was light brown and cut straight around at the shoulder and her eyes were a deep green. Her skin was soft and her breasts a pert handful. When describing herself the only word she could come up with is 'plain' or 'average'. True, her personality was a bit lacking but that was simply because of a complete lack of confidence. She had graduated highschool with good enough grades and her straightforwardness and modesty helped land her a decent job doing paperwork for a major business. Being concealed on three sides by cubical walls was a comforting environment for her. Today she was a bit spaced out though, and her actions so automatic that when she snapped back to reality she scared herself second guessing what she had gotten done. Just the day before Len had a rather difficult breakup. Her boyfriend had enough of her constantly complaining about how she wished she was more like other people, and never knowing how to take a compliment. He had tried to tell her it was bad for her and the relationship before but she had been doing it for so long she didn't know how to be anything else. Yet another thing she wished she could change about herself but could not. She sighed looking at her reflection in the monitor with her simple screensaver going. Little did Len know that far above her little cubicle two magical beings argued. Occult tapped his tiny sheep hoof on the roof of the extremely tall building with his back to Arcane. "So, you decide to try and convince me to try doing nice things, immediately after you trying to be nice backfired? You are really bad at convincing people." Arcane sighed. "But you are always bragging about how powerful you are, but you've never used your powers for good so how do you even know you are good at it? You are probably terrible at it." "So you will do it?" He shrugged. "Might as well." He looked around and finally straight down, trying to sense a distressed soul that was as close as possible as to not put himself too out of his way. Len, sitting in her office wishing she had things just a bit better was his target soon enough. Rather than go all the way down he just manifested on her monitor in his human form. She didn't notice till he spoke up and then she nearly jumped out of her chair. Occult lowered his brows, having become more than used to such reactions to his appearance. Feigning sympathy he explained he was a 'helpful spirit' and heard her inner plight. He told her to grab some paper clips and visualize her wish in her head. A bit shaky, she grabbed a handful of the paperclips from a desk drawer and held them up toward the monitor, uncertain but hopeful. There was word around the city of magical happenings, people disappearing, and unusual animals showing up so a magical being showing up now was a little more believable. Len cried out in pain and looked down to see all the paperclips fused together, but because she was still holding them her skin was pinched and broken in several places. The paperclips formed into a sort of tiny leaf shaped bowl of metal and Len's good seethed up into its hollow and hardened into a blood red gemstone. She shifted it around in her hands and as she prided at it with her fingers the bulk at the back expanded out completing its transformation into a black magic bracelet. When she placed it around her left wrist Occult spoke up again, explaining what to do with it. The bracelet would allow her to steal attributes from other people or even things- so when she wished she was more like someone else, she could directly take what made them better for herself! Len giddily thanked him for the gift several times and Occult simply took a bow on the screen before it flickered back to black. Len could hardly contain her glee, and her mind was overwhelmed with possibilities! She seen several pigeons on the ledge outside the windows behind her desk and decide to use them to test her powers. She always wished she weighed less but did not want to muck up her figure by accident so as illogical as it sounded, she attempted to take the lack of weight from a pigeon. The dark blood gemstone radiated a dim light for a moment and Len's feet started to feel more relaxed, and the pigeon she had been looking at suddenly dipped as it approached its friends and Len could hear it smack the window a floor below. She was a bit distressed for the bird, but figured they have pretty short lives anyway and shrugged it off. She did a little jump and sure enough, she was much lighter! Not nearly as light as the actual bird but a good deal lighter than she was! A mischievous grin crossed her face slowly as she remembered the very busty secretary that all the men drool over on the way up the elevator to this floor. She stopped at her desk again to unhook her bra under her top and toss it into one of the drawers in anticipation of outgrowing it soon enough. Len rode the elevator down, giddy with anticipation, but upset she had to share the elevator. The odd smelling mail guy was in the elevator already when she got there. She wanted to hold her breath but knew she couldn't make it more than two floors down without passing out. As soon as the elevator started to go down though, the man vanished and Len appeared in his place. Both Len cried out in surprise and looked each other over. She had accidentally used her bracelet to steal the persons place, inadvertently creating a copy of herself! They both shared the same thoughts but her mental capacity doubled between them allowing them to operate independently, and both worried about what happened to the man she replaced. Does he just not exist now? That would mean she effectively killed him! With a nod at herself on the other corner of the elevator Len knew her double needed to sneak out of the building quickly and run back to her apartment or risk utter chaos when someone else discovers there is two of her. The original went through with her original plan to steal the secretary's more than ample assets. Len stood at the far edge of the secretary counter right beside one of the fake plants, and made sure her clone bolted out the front doors before she made any moves herself. The ground level virtually only had nothing but the U shaped counter, and a lot of open tile floor so nothing to really hide behind. In the small window of time Len was standing there calling zero attention to herself, the secretary already had a guy leaning inappropriately far over her counter. Len sighed at the sight of the tall, well dressed and handsome, and she wished she had his junk at her disposal instead of the secretary. She seen the expression on the man's face change before she felt the stirring and tightness in her own panties, once again activating her bracelet by accident! She stopped the transfer just as the man told the secretary he needed to go quickly and dashed toward the bathrooms. Before she had the chance to accidentally mess up again she stared at the secretary's rack from her position to the far side. The secretary's attention was once again focussed on her computer as she typed out schedules and email notices. She did not notice right away when her top started to slacken a bit, then a bit more, then when her bra started to slip free she looked down quickly enough. She gasped and pulled the collar of her shirt out and gazed wide-eyed at her diminishing breasts. Len would leave her with nothing at all, even her nipples seemed to shrink a bit after the breasts themselves were all but gone. Len however was trying to control her breathing as she was panting and squirming in place, her panties more than a little moist. Her shirt was getting extremely tight, and her nipples hard as steel and pushed so hard against the shirt you could see their total shape. Len was having problems breathing not only because of her arousal now but now also because her shirt was crushing her. She gasped loudly when the stitches under her arms ripped open allowing her just enough room to breath. It also called the attention of the secretary who immediately put two and two together when she seen Len with huge breasts barely contained in her shirt, and her own flat chest. She immediately started to frantically yell at and question Len. Len immediately used her charm to try and silence her, and it worked, she was still trying to yell but only silence filled the air. Len grinned viciously at her. "No telling! You don't need these for anything so just let me have em and there won't be any trouble." Len paused, surprised at the fact the secretary's voice was now coming from her mouth. "And I will figure out how to give you your voice back, just...don't rat or there will be trouble." It was true- Len currently ha no idea how or if she could give it back, or bring the mailman back. The bracelet could take traits but not give them, so there was no undo. Len had a feeling she wouldn't! cooperate for longer than Len could keep her eyes on her, so she made a dash for her home. Sure she left work very early but no one ever talked to her- thanks to the cubical no one would notice if she was there or not. Because she was in two places since she was able to open the door for herself. Both of Len went under the living room light to pull her waistband out and examine the 'damage' she did to herself. Sure enough, she had a penis and balls but they were pretty small, and they did not override her original equipment. She still had a vagina, but her labia trailed into small testicles in the front and her clit was replaced by a chubby uncut penis, only about the length of her pinky finger if not slightly shorter. She shrugged it off for now, not too bothered by it, since her double did not share the male parts. The copy remained how she was when it was created, so only the weight reduction applied to it. In order to help herself keep things straight in her head, Len named her second self Lin. Len could go out and steal herself a perfect body, and use Lin as a base form, keeping it true to her original image- at least till she got well practiced with her power. Lin helped Len out of her top, eventually deciding that it was far too tight to remove normally so she just ripped it the rest of the way off. Her bra was still technically on but the hooks were bent completely straight. The breasts were spectacular, the areola were fairly big, rose colored, and had a solid edge. They were pulled mostly smooth by the taughtess of the nipples- they were the size of erasers. The advantage of having two bodies was she was able to see her new assets from two angles! She decided out of curiosity to see what her new male part felt like, since it was mostly stiff already from examining her new chest. Lin knelt down as Len got comfortable, unzipped and brought out her new bits. It was small enough that all it took was her index, middle finger, and thumb to rub it properly. At first the feeling was lackluster so she switched, Lin stuck two fingers in her own honey pot and two on her other hand into Len's mound. Len then used one hand to tightly squeeze and kneed a breast and the other masterbate her man bits. As unimpressed as she was with the sensation at first with it, she couldn't bring herself to stop. When her vagina clenched her shaft pulsed extra hard. When she was completely slick each pulse brought another bead of precum. Both of her were moaning before long and the penis was considerably better feeling now, joined with the pleasure her vagina was already sending out they created a swirling mass of hot internal pleasure building quickly to a bursting point. As she should have expected, the ejaculation was quite small, but still felt powerful. Her male equipment felt as strongly as her female but much more condensed. Her overall pleasure was magnified not only through both male and female parts but two female, as her other body climaxed as well! As they caught their breath they wondered what it would be like if her penis was a more normal size for an adult. Len smiled at the thought that she sort of wished Lin had that attribute as well so she could combine the size. A cruel grin slowly spread across both of their faces as an idea formed, and Len reached for her cellphone. Mike answered the door cautiously, not sure he should have agreed to letting his ex girlfriend Len over to talk so suddenly. He had a feeling she was going to try and convince him to take her back and he didn't want to dispute it. He liked her but her personality kinks were just too severe for him to overtook any longer. When he opened the door he was immediately taken aback by her appearance. She was filling an oversized sweater with her new assets and Len had brought Lin with her as well, leaving Mike tremendously confused. Knowing the explanation was likely going to take a while he invited them in to sit on his couch. Len explained that Lin was her twin sister, and was jealous of her being with Mike and the instances of her complaining about wishing to be someone else was actually her twin, and not her. Mike tried to comprehend how that would make sense but knowing it was a terrible story Len did not give him long to puzzle over it. She pushed her breasts practically in his face and advanced her touching quickly. Not only was he not sure of the situation or her story- he definitely wasn't sure about doing this with Lin sitting right there, but Len kept him quiet with a kiss every time he tried to question it. Lin advanced from down low on her knees and removed his pants while Len kept him busy up above. Mike was a sort of shy guy and wasn't much for sports so most wouldn't think he was half as well hung as he is- handling his meat was a two hand job. Lin cupped his balls and messaged either with a thumb as Len reached down and started working his shaft with her hands before bending over to get her mouth on it. She did not suck him like Mike was expecting but merely kissed it and sat up straight again. Both Len and Lin eagerly watched the stiff cock as suddenly it started to get smaller! Mike was baffled, then afraid, and then angry when he deduced it must have been Len behind it somehow. It did not soften, only shrink. As it got smaller though it started to lose definition, veins became more tame and the head became less broad, and soon the reduction spread to his balls as well. He shouted at her to stop but neither so much as looked at him- or his face anyway. Mike got desperate quick and tried to take a swing at her but Lin grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms at either side to prevent him from interrupting. Mike's face paled as he realised where his lost size was going when Len's skirt started to lift in spite of her being bent over. When his penis got small enough it started to look underdeveloped and lost its ability to be erect, is balls seemed to shrink into him entirely and ignoring him screaming at her to stop, she did not stop till there was nothing left. There was literally nothing left- his crotch was a bizarre blank strip of skin. Len smiled maliciously, lifting her skirt with a finger and thumb to reveal her new equipment outgrew her panties many times over. "This will teach you to dump me for such a terrible reason. I mean seriously, dump me because of what I want and wish about myself?! Now I have the power to take what I want, so since you won't be using that salami on me anymore I will keep it as a memento." Mike was in tears and shaking from the emotional trauma of losing his bits. Len and Lin left him with a sneer, and set out on her next goal. She wanted to try out her new size but decided since she was out and about she might as well get all she can in one trip. Wanting to preserve Lin's form though, she went home and only Len proceeded to The Doll House- a local strip bar. At this time of the day there wouldn't be many customers at all there, but she was after what was on display. She went around back and on a long shot guess, wished she could steal the ability to open the rear door from whoever had it. Unbelievably enough it worked and the key to the door appeared in front of her for the taking. She slipped in and immediately made her way as quietly as possible to the dressing room. At this time of day, they were all relaxing here for the most part, so it was a gallery of impressive hips, thighs and breasts for the taking. She started with the biggest, and suppressed her moans as her thighs expanded, getting both firmer and meatier at the same time. A few soft pops sounded out as her hip bones expanded a bit with everything around them. She had to adjust her skirt to avoid it snapping off her completely. She had to quickly yank her panties off as they were pulled dangerously tight over her balls. Her nipples stiffened under her top and her breasts expanded in all directions, the room in the shirt shrinking more and more- and this was the biggest top she had! She moaned and was forced to bend forward from the weight, and then catch herself against the wall as her breasts takes her forward when their weight shifted with her posture. She started to syphon off the more developed back muscles of the nimble women who previously bore the weight and Len was once again able to stand up straight. The women were in an uproar by now, trying to figure out what was happening and Len was so busy swimming in the sensations that she barely noticed, and did not notice at all when one of them bolted out, thinking the effect might be linked somehow to the room itself. Len canceled the syphon but wasn't able to get a word in before the woman called to the others and Len was practically surrounded. Too many people shouted at once for any legible exchanges to be made, and one woman made a grab for Len to choke her and force her to undo the theft. Len worked quickly and the woman's arms started to glow brightly, turn to pure white energy and the space they occupied collapsed into itself. Before the transfer even finished another woman tried to stop it and was met with the same results. Both women had their torso reduced in size by one set of ribs and their shoulders and arms were just gone, creating an extremely strange sight. As for Len, her torso lengthened by two sets of ribs and her shoulder blades split into two, then as the muscles expanded she involuntarily pulled her arms apart into four arms. A third set of shoulder blades quickly expanded sort of centered between the other two, but set farther back, and two more arms came to be, expanding out from the rest of her as if her flesh and muscle was made of some sort of putty. Now faced with a six armed Len the other women were more tempted to flee than fight and froze in place like a deer in headlights. One large breasted woman tried to turn Len away by bringing up the point many men preferred smaller chested women, and stealing their assets was making her less appealing to as many as it was making her attractive to. With a smirk from Len the woman's breasts shrank only slightly- but far more distressingly her nipples lightened, lost definition and vanished into them. Hefting her stretched shirt and bulging bosom, Len displayed that she now had a second pair of breasts, of only a B cup. The women huddled together shivering in fright of the monstrous Len, holding one another for comfort. The last insult dared to be uttered was to say Len and her breast were like a cow. Len just scoffed at the women and simply walked out the way she came. She headed home with her chin held high- who would dare challenge her now? Though the last insult stuck with her, and made her think. Cows had huge mammaries...still bigger than hers. There was not many farms close to her and she had to walk some good distance before she got to one, stealing the relaxed muscle and energy from several people in passing cars along the way to keep her feet from getting sore. Her top was terribly uncomfortable as well, with her extra arms lifting it in the back but the curve of her breasts pulling it down in the front. She was holding off on removing it though, as she wanted to feel it explode off her. She seen only one cow in the pasture of the first farm as it was a horse ranch primarily, but it took so long to get there that she wasn't going to check for a better stocked one down the road. She walked up to the lone but very well endowed dairy cow, who barely acknowledged her presence. Len wasted no time, placing a hand lightly on the cow's squared rump and syphoning off its mammary. Her shirt filled more, tightening worse and worse. It would be ripping already but the extra arms bunched it up which gave it more strength. Her nipples were visible clearly through the fabric even at this extreme tension because they were not only trying to erect but growing as Len stole the teat size. They fattened up to the thickness of a finger and grew in length to her pinky. Len groaned and moaned at the sensations of her chest fattening more and more. Her skin tone started to turn pink and tender looking on her tit flesh and their size gave a sudden surge when several rips formed in her shirt. Len was a bit confused, her breasts together were already the size of the cows. It took her a few seconds to realize it wasn't replacing her size with the cow's, it was combining them. The shirt burst open on one side before the other causing it to whip and slingshot itself off of her, and her soft round tits flew forward to their full size and then almost tore her off her feet again with their weight shift. She fell onto her hands and knees in the soft grass, and with a shriek of pleasure she arched her back hard and thrust her chest as far forward as she could. A spritz of liquid came from her clenched pussy as her breasts finished syphoning their size, and the final surge put tremendous pressure on her nipples as if her skin had run out of room- but that was not the case. Her teats separated into two, giving her a total of four across her two breasts- each lighter pink than the cow's udder, and four areola that were still there, but the exact same skin tone as the rest. The pressure relaxed but they filled with a tingling heat, which became very intense very quickly. She started to hyperventilate as the tingling surged in them, and thick but soft veins formed already pulsing, visible mostly where her breast flesh transitioned into her torso. Screaming her pleasure out again, her mind was overloaded as her pussy burst again and her newly gigantic breasts both felt like they were having orgasms of their own! The new milk veins stiffened and her four teats followed suit before a rather broad, and crazily strong spray of milk exploded out of them, painting the grass with beads of white. She almost collapsed after, but even relaxed her back was arched- her breasts were so large now she could take her arms off the ground completely and she would only lower a half-inch. That also meant she couldn't get back up. The reach of all three of her arms could not surpass her mammaries by enough to lift her. She brought her knees under her to try and rock her weight back but realised before she even gave it an honest attempt, that her muscles needed an upgrade, both legs and back. Rather than simply take just that from the cow, or leave it dragging on two legs- which was tremendously cruel even in Len's power hungry daze- she swapped her own lower half for the cow's. She did not swap the stolen mass or tone however so the hips were still round, the thighs more muscular than ever, and still just as meaty. She had the short and dense black and white toned fur from her thighs down so her ass was bare and only her preexisting pubic hair arrow turned color- the hair on her head changed as well as a side effect. Her bone structure bolstered and stretched as her shins became a bit shorter and from her ankles down she became much longer. Her two toes were left farther up while the other three fused into a hoof which then cracked and split again- a cloven hoof. She did not mean to also take the tail, but liked the feel of those extra muscles swishing it back and forth as a constant reminder of how impressive her ass is. She was starting to leave already when she froze in place at the sound of a horse whickering in the background. Her cock twitched at the thought- who is more hung around these parts than a breeding stud? She had the best breasts, but her cock was only impressive compared to most human men. She found herself beside the largest stud on the ranch, of a selection of five stallions and one ass. Even before she messaged its meaty sheath to coax the ebon shaft out she could tell it was the best endowed as either of its testicles was nearly the size of a honeydew melon. She hefted them in two of her hands as two more caressed the hard and veiny, but still smooth curvature of its massive thigh muscles. The last two were reserved for the quickly expanding shaft- the mares were in heat so the stallions in turn were also randy and ready to go already at a moment's notice. Once fully erect and twitching stiffly along it's underside, it was a sight to behold. As thick as one of Len's dainty stolen arms at their broadest point, its black skin contours were so rigid and smooth- so powerful. With a mere shuffling of its rear hooves its shiny smooth balls rocked with their weight and the cock's flare expanded and receded as a moment-to-moment measure of its pleasure. A bit sorry to see it go, Len watched as it all shrank just a little, and she felt more than a little stirring below her skirt, which was borderline already about to burst off. Her rigid member lifted the skirt in the front and the material against it served as an agonizing tease. She kissed his slowly shrinking shaft while taking a deep breath of his slightly sour, earthy scent. Her cock got thicker, longer, darker. Her balls grew in every direction like slowly inflating water balloons. When it started to reach inhumanly obtainable sizes her shaft seemed to almost grow backward a moment but then resumed its normal growth- having created an excess of thick black skin against her balls that was her new sheath. Like with the udder mass however, it added to her already impressive size, so when the tiny horse shaft vanished entirely from the confused stud, Len was left with a cock bigger than his was. From her current perspective of it, it looked bigger than she was. Its growing mass managed to divide the hefty mass of breasts in its way, and she was only able to give the glans a few kisses and a playful nibble as it was flattening into a flare and the urethra stuck out a bit. It grew past the reach of her mouth and took both hands together just to encompass its girth at any one point. Just like when it hung from the actual horse, she had to look up at it. She groaned as even the slightest movement teased the needy black pillar, as her breasts were hugging it unless she forced it straight out with two arms, and it took a good bit of effort to do at all. She looked at the other horses as she got up, realising when she looked at one of the mares in estrus that her cock now far exceeded her pussy! She loved her cock, now more than ever, but she still loved her pleasure mound more! Syphoning from all six mares and sparing the two filly, Len intended to take from all of them so that no one horse ends up with a blank crotch like the stud. Her labia swelled up and turned to a shiny black to match her stallion bits. It swelled tightly shut for only a moment before her now golf ball sized clit forced its way out, and its stiff pink form started to take on a vague heart-shape. It twitched inward and out as the still swelling labia parted farther and farther down to reveal more wet pink flesh inside, while the love passage also grew. It was stealing the mare's sex at its most active so she had slow flowing rivers of lube flowing from her. She could actually feel the vagina struggling for room inside of her, but the sensation was too good to stop! Rather than slow down she sped up without thinking, drunk on pleasure. Her hips cracked loudly giving out a sharp pain for only a moment and she started to absorb the mares' huge muscular asses as well. Her light human pucker became a soft puffy doughnut squeezed between her tight toned ass cheeks and the broadening hips allowed the vagina to go crazy. She could feel it rising into herself as well, her stomach bulged a bit as her lady parts superceded many of her other body parts. Her lower body was starting to take on a cone shape. Though soft enough to wrap around her legs practically, her massive round labia became so huge they started to force her legs apart. It was starting to look less like a huge vagina growing from a woman and more like a woman growing from a huge vagina. The process stopped without her willing it though, and Len realised she went farther than expected- she created seven horses with blank crotches! She needed to sit down and try out her new parts, but the moment the extremely wet, plush flesh touched the stable floor she fell the rest of the way down shaking and trembling like a leaf in the wind. Her face went red, her ears went blood red. Her cock swung back and forth lassoing everything with ropes of pre, its flare became wider than her entire head. Her vagina clenched so stiffly that it lifted her entire body several inches off the ground before releasing a massive explosion of fluid and her cock erupted like a fire hydrant, hitting the roof far above with enough force to spray out and paint the inside of the stables with sticky white. She wanted to scream but every muscle in her body was so tense only a hapless squeak came out. Blue spots started to appear in her vision like she was gawking at the sun when her teats stiffened and her breasts joined in with another milk-orgasm. The only thought left in her head was how wonderful it felt, how she wanted more of this...how she could take more of this. ...to be continued. A day later, several farmers gathered at the edge of the field, whistling and hooting as they tossed dollar bills over the fence at the sight of a cow with a human ass and legs twerking. A radio sat on the ground beside it playing 'my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...'

(M tf Dog) Alei is a very handsome young man and quite smart as well. With a smooth voice and a kind personality he had won over every woman he encountered without meaning to. Unfortunately his popularity made it hard for him to discern actual friends from 'fans'. It also kept him rather busy, trying to give all his friends their due attention while keeping up with his studies. This meant his little brother Anul was unfortunately left in the dust. When Anul was a little kid, he always played with his older brother. They were not just siblings- they were the best of friends too. Alei still tried to humor his little brother and talk whenever he had the time; when he had the time was now a rare occurrence. Alei is in college now while Anul is only in his 8th year of Low School. Alei dressed himself in front of the full body mirror on the back of his door. His hair was only two inches long and black as night, he combed it back and to the side. He had a narrow beard on the end of his chin only that was also quite short, he let it grow in because without it he has a bit of a baby face. Alei's eyes were dark blue like the evening sky. He was not muscular but his body was tight and smooth- he was certainly fit. His wings are quite large and framed in black with metallic blue interior, and a few tiny emerald green dots. Alei is a Faerie, you see- living in the city of Anterra. Though it may look like a Victorian era human city- a single floor house was only as tall as the average human's chest. Relatively, Alei was a good height for a male, but on a human scale he was only seven inches tall. He wore a cable-knit dark brown turtleneck and grey jeans. It is autumn, and the surrounding forest around Anterra was filled with vibrant colored leaves, but the wind was also quite nippy. Alei nodded to himself in the mirror but then felt an odd sensation as he stepped away, about to leave to meet up with some friends on his day off. It almost felt like passing through the surface of water. After a moment and nothing else odd happening, he shrugged and continued out the door. He walked down the hall and started down the stairs but slowed his walk. He could feel his penis press into the front of his underpants and then start sliding upward into an erection... for no reason. Had someone cast a spell on him? That should not be possible- the house was warded, as are all Fae homes. They are an inherently magical society and tricksters by nature, so naturally all Fae structures are constructed with anti-magic security in mind. He placed a hand over his crotch and felt his penis throb in his pants. His wings vibrated in nervousness. Alei heard one of the downstairs doors, but there was no reply when he called out. It was someone leaving, not entering. His little brother had the day off too and was probably heading out. Well Alei did not want to go out with a tent in his pants, so with a frustrated sigh, he returned to his room to deal with it. Alei sat on the end of his bed and unzipped his pants to flop his junk out and work the pillar till it went dormant again. When he grabbed it though, it actually felt softer to his hands than he was expecting. What he did not realize is it had been erected by the formation of a baculum- a 'penis bone'. It actually was not more than half erect, it was being held out by the bone. When he squeezed the soft rubbery skin of the shaft though, it finished properly erecting itself fast enough. For a few moments it felt like it always does as he worked his shaft. It is about to his belly button, so the equivalent of eight inches if he were human sized; so its above average already. The shaft started to fell odd though, pressure but not equal all the way up, it was welling up toward the head. The shaft just under the glans swelled thicker, so the corona of the glans no longer projected out off the shaft, the shaft was wider than it is just slightly. This made his shaft look more like a baseball bat in shape. The urethra was oddly tight as well. In his hands the stiff tube felt like it did when something was firing out, except there was nothing inside at the moment. Then there was a bit of tension he felt at the slit at the very end each time he pulled his hand back. Alei stopped a moment when his hand brushed his pubes and it felt freakishly soft! Where a sparse growth of pubic hair had been was now much shorter hairs, in a much, MUCH denser patch! There was a mat of very fine fur where pubes had been! Well now he KNOWS someone cast a spell on him! He has no idea why, but the only person who could have cast a spell on him is Anul! The house is warded against outside magic so it could not have been anyone else. Anul was inside of the building when it happened, so the warding would not have stopped it. But why would his own little brother cast a spell on his dick of all things? Worse still, Anul left just as the spell was starting to take effect and Alei doesn't even know where he was going. Alei grunt and resumed pistoning his shaft. He still could not go out with a raging erection. The shaft felt like it was filling with more blood, swelling a bit larger, but the skin on the surface did not change along with it. The glans started to deform, the head becoming more blunted as the body of the shaft swelled forward and stretched it. The wider end of the shaft swallowed the corona, causing the glans definition against the shaft to vanish entirely, and theh head also lost its dome shape, making his dick more cylinder shaped than ever- it ends in a round blunt surface! The fur started to spread from his upper crotch, swallowing the base of the shaft and then fading in across his churning balls. His scrotum tightened a bit, making the curve of either ball more defined from one another. The tightness around his urethral opening continued as he worked his changing member, and while it was slow, he could now see it was growing longer. Just the urethra itself was getting longer, creating a bit of a spike-like protrusion from the otherwise flat head. The skin on his shaft became softer again, oddly. It pressed into his hand from within as it swelled a bit thicker and it took him a moment to figure out that it was just his foreskin. It was pulling back a tiny bit more with each stroke. The point where the foreskin and shaft linked together kept deepening! The exposed shaft grew tighter and started to look more red. The veins on the surface got smaller but more numerous. It was then Alei recognized its changing form- it was looking like a canine phallus! His foreskin was turning into a sheath! He was sitting on the rather narrow foot board of his bed, which wasn't terribly comfortable to begin with, so only after realizing what his dick was changing into did he realized his discomfort was not entirely due to his seating! There was a lump growing down the back of his pants, and it was wedged between his butt cheeks from lack of room! He was growing a tail! He felt a pressure building at the base of his cock and re-positioned his hand at the base to feel around and sure enough, there was a hard lump on either side of the base of his shaft... a forming knot. He grabbed his shaft higher again, taking the end of the evolving foreskin so he could pull it further back. It disconnected from the shaft further and further down with each tug, till finally he could not longer feel a connection at all. The base started to clench a bit though. The skin there tensed, pulling his penis closer to his body. He was forced to place his hand higher up and then change the way he held it entirely because the sheath was fusing to his underside, preventing him from gripping around it. As it linked, the fur patch it interrupted wrapped around it, covering the entire sheath quickly. Alei moaned and his entire body shivered a moment from the sensation as his dick suddenly surged in length! What had been his foreskin was now a sheath, and so his newly canine penis fully slid out from the end of that! So since his sheath went up almost to his naval his penis tip was now up to his ribs! The sheath swelled wider and wider, becoming very tight as the knot inside grew larger and larger. It was like half a ping-pong ball on either side, then half a golf ball, tennis ball, and then soft ball by the time it stopped growing. Well- relative to his body size. The nerves were pulled might tighter around the knot, so he gently squeezed his exposed red shaft with one hand, and the other held his soft furry sheath and swept it up and down over the knot. He was expecting to need to yank his pants down to allow his tail room by now, but for some reason it seemed to stop growing, and still fit in his pants, wedged in his butt crack. Alei bent forward, panting a bit as he felt the tightness further inside of himself. A familiar tightness now- the tension of impending orgasm. He looked across to the mirror on the back of his door, seeing a more full view of his large canine cock. He paused his masturbation a moment, teetering on the edge. Alei gently placed his index and thumb around the end of the sheath and with a thrust down from his hand, and up from his hip he yanked his massive knot free from the shaft. The scrunched up sheath pushed lightly on its back, his fingers pushed lightly on its front, and the knot throbbed so rapidly it felt like a vibrator as he climaxed! The end of his shaft swelled a little bit thicker, causing the blunted end above the urethral point to suck in a bit- making a soft divot at the end. Alei gawked at his mutated dong as it softened. As soon as the knot started to shrink back, the sheath popped itself up and over it. He noticed a tightness in his fingers and looked down to see his nails were a bit more narrow, and quite a bit thicker than they should be! They were starting to grow out into claws- and the thicker they got the darker they became. His pants were feeling extremely tight. Alei stood up with a bit of effort, but when he went to stuff his genitals back into his pants they did not fit! His jeans were so tight he could not close them even minus the altered genitalia! His shirt was a bit tighter too, but it was much harder to notice because the material was much more flexible. He turned and put a palm on one of the posts at the foot of the bed and realized he was taller! In a flash of panic he realized why. If he were a human turning into a dog, he would be shrinking because even the largest dog is slightly smaller than a human. But he is a Faerie. Even the tiniest breed of dog is a lot bigger than he is! Alei quickly grabbed at the edges of his pants but they were already so tight that he could not get his fingers in between his body and the fabric! He had to grab the belt loops to shimmy them off, tugging and and forth to work it down. As soon as his pants were half off his butt his tail popped out and shook itself. It was like a little sausage! As wide around as a silver dollar, it was as long as his middle finger and just ended in a rounded bottom. It is the nub-tail of a doberman pinscher! When he got his pants off he looked in the mirror again and groaned at the damage already done to his form. The fur that encapsulated his scrotum was black like his hair had been, but the sheath and fur flanking it was base brown. He felt a pinching sensation on all his toes and fingertips as his nails narrowed and continued to evolve into claws. He had to hurry! He rummaged through his things and found a pair of baggy sweat pants that still fit him even now. He usually only wore them around the house in the winter, but now he needed them as the only bottoms he could still fit in. He glanced in the mirror again as he opened his door to leave again, and noted his ears were changing shape. They were more triangular now and the cartilage was thinning. Alei rushed downstairs and on his way to the front door stopped dead in his tracks and took a step back, looking at the grinning face of his rival; Valeh. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, and a huge magic tome was resting on the table. "My, have you grown Alei? I thought you were too old to be having growth spurts." "You have a lot of nerve coming here! Undo this spell now and maybe I won't turn you into a flea in return." She clicked her tongue. "But I am not here." As Valeh stood up, her form flickered. Alei narrowed his eyes. "Astral projection... how are you casting spells through the walls?!" She shrugged. "The tome your little brother brought inside. I did not cast the spell that afflicts you. Your brother did." "Why?!" "Jealous of all your popularity, so I seen his woes and offered him a spell he could use that would turn his older brother into a creature of legendary loyalty." Alei grunted angrily and walked right through Valeh's projection to get to the tome on the table. "I will just reverse it myself." "Go ahead. Just be careful you use the right reversal. You know; since you do not know exactly which transformation spell your little brother used. And I certainly won't tell." "D-doberman, standard dog...?" She shrugged again. "Sure, if that is what you think." Valeh then vanished from sight. Alei growled, his teeth sharpening a bit. If Doberman was correct she would have put more effort into derailing his efforts. It either isn't a pure breed or there is more to the spell. If he uses the wrong reversal spell, he will return to being a Fae but the absent aspects of the spell it would try to reverse would screw up his body in other ways. If you mess up badly enough you could unintentionally delete a vital organ trying to undo something that is not there. Alei then hurried out the front door. He needed to find Anul, to figure out what spell he used in order to fix it before its too late. It was a very gentle pressure at first deep inside, as his body slowly grew. Now that he was out and walking about, the growth was slightly less even, making the feeling more obvious. The pressure surged softly from within, travelling out to his extremities. His facial hair changed from black to brown, and started to grow out along his chin and upper lip- growing much faster than it should. It was also much, much softer than it should be. It is fur, not hair. He had to slip into a back alley when his toenails pressed into the insides of his shoes. Alei had no choice but to kick them off, groaning as he seen all five claws having ruptured the end of his socks inside already. The cool ground was already uncomfortable on his feet. His nails were all blunt-ended claws, solid black. As the growth spread through him now it seemed to leave a residual heat that helped him against the chill autumn air. His muscles felt stiff and warm, and every so often he would pause as he felt them squirm on their own. They clenched and swelled a bit, becoming larger and more defined. Doberman were very lean and athletic looking dogs, but he would not exactly consider them muscular. He had to be at least half of another breed of dog. His ill fit clothing revealed his tight abs, and unfortunately also exposed the top of his sheath. He could not try to stuff it back into his pants because the sheath is already fully fused to his torso. If someone seen him in his state they would immediately freak out- his clothing did not come even close to hiding enough of his changes. Alei had to stick to back alleys only, dashing across streets quickly so no one spotted him. Because of the cooler weather most people were in chipmunk-lead wagons to stay warm while travelling which made it less likely Alei would get spotted. Black fur started to fade in on his shins and forearms, and then a brown patch on his upper chest. Now his body was a stark contrast to his surroundings- the air chill but his body quite hot. He had to let his tail out over his pants as they once again became too tight. The tail wagged on its own at first, but then he intentionally vibrated it back and forth. He could feel the muscle movement up the small of his back, and the still fresh muscle fibers felt good to flex. Alei walked past BFI bins that were only as high up as his hips now. There was a park nearby where people jogged and walked their dogs. Anul often sat on the benches in the shade there to read books. Alei was hoping he would be there now- otherwise he had no clue where to look. Because of how the brown patch of chest fur wrapped over his pectoral muscles, it formed a perfect heart-shape. His nipples turned from pale brown to pitch black, and his lips turned to a glossy black as well at the same time. He grit his teeth as they grew more narrow but also more sharp, all turning to fangs. Alei groaned loudly- his voice now gravelly, making his groan more like a growl. He stumbled a bit forward as he felt changes swelling in his feet and hands. Alei slowed and then bent forward, breathing heavily as his entire body groaned deeply and quietly, while his clothing groaned in a louder, higher pitch. He grew in a surge so large that the crotch of his pants ripped a bit and his sweater deformed from stretching. He let out a sudden huff of air that almost sounded like a breathy bark as his rib cage snapped in rapid fire; it changed proportions, knocking into his lungs and forcing the air out momentarily. His rip cage became more narrow but did not actually change proportional size- it now projected further forward. Alei wobbled in place and put his hands on the wall of the building on the side of the alley to support himself. His socks slid down his legs as his feet stretched longer! The soles becoming narrow and longer. Four of his toes remained at the front, but when the soles started to lengthen his big toe did not move at all, causing it to become distanced from the others. Internally it shrank, and the bones fused together, becoming more simple as it regressed into a vestigial digit. His toes fattened up, causing them to press together and made them hard to move individually. The bottom of the end of each toe, and the entire strip of flesh along the conjoined base of all his toes swelled and the skin turned black! Alei was forced to stand on the padded fronts of his feet now as they finished devolving into paws! His hands went through the same process, though on his hands the first thing to form was the pads. Then his digits shortened and made themselves fatter. Then the palm of his hand stretched out, causing his thumbs to regress. The fur on his forearm and shins immediately started to spread again. Now wrapping fully around the limb and then advanced down to cover his newly formed paws! He started to slowly plod forward, his balance on two legs was precarious now. He was standing on a much smaller percentage of his foot. The end of his nose started to feel colder as it became moist, causing the cool air to catch in it. It darkened to black, and a few longer hairs formed whiskers around his mouth and eyebrows. His eyebrow hair turned brown, though the hair on his head remained black. His facial hair was now fully grown in all the way up to his hair line- and all fully converted to fur. He yelped in pain a moment as another growth surge passed through him and his pants started to crush his balls! The pain was brief though as the tear in the crotch of his pants ripped even wider and his underwear bulged out through it, cupping his balls in the more flexible fabric. His shirt barely went low enough to cover his rib cage. It hugged much too tight around his shoulders and neck, partially strangling him. He made several more staggered steps forward, desperately trying to get to the park and find his brother. A sudden tug on his spine announced itself in several loud pops as both his back and his neck got slightly longer- this made standing upright even more difficult and gave him a far forward lean. Alei felt a bit dizzy a moment, and zoned out, causing him to pause his advance even though he was so close to the park. It was just a few feet to the street that divided him from the park where he hoped his brother would be. Forcing his concentration back was about as pleasant as forcing yourself awake in the morning. He sniffed at the air, smelling something off. For some reason the smells around here were quite strong, so he was smelling a lot of things at once, but one especially interesting smell he could not put his paw on. His wings did rapid, micro-flaps and his little sausage tail started to wiggle rapidly without him even being aware. He felt a pressure in his crotch as his knot woke up and then his shaft started to slowly ascend, the red point of the very tip started to peek out. Oh no- his sense of smell must be good enough now to pick up on the scent of other Fae! Women often go to the park to jog, or do yoga routines together in the grass fields! Working out means they sweat, which puts their scent into the air and allows it to carry further! He was smelling females and it was causing his dick to wake up! Alei tried to reach for his crotch but in doing so put himself too far forward and fell onto all fours! As soon as he hit the ground his pants exploded the rest of the way off him! He grit his teeth and growled as his entire body started to grow slowly now without stop! His underwear pulled tight and without hands he could not grab them to keep his nuts from getting crushed, so he hooked the edge of a claw on the elastic waste and cut it in half- the rip tore the rest of the way through as his genitals overgrew the underwear! The fabric of his sweater groaned more as he kept growing and finally tore just at the base of the collar, giving his throat some relief. His vision was starting to get blurry from how badly it was strangling him. He let out several short cries of surprise as more rips formed and his body jostled from the force of the tears- his cries sounding almost like short barks. Fur now covered all four limbs back to his torso. Most of his underside was covered in fur. His nipples were joined by six additional black dots, but they barely projected at all from his body so you would not see them at all through the fur- you'd have to rub his belly to even find them. He was so large now that his shoulders brushed the walls on either side of the alley! He could not turn around! He tried to hustle forward but the fabric of his sweater was pushed into the walls on either side, catching. He was starting to grow even faster! The rapid growth made him hot, but his body could no longer sweat, forcing him to pant. The feeling of stretching larger and larger also helping his cock slide further out, and the knot to bulge larger in the sheath. Finally the sweater tore off completely against the walls, ripping in half as all the existing tears connected into one huge rift. He dashed forward several steps from the sudden release, but just as he was almost going to fall on his face, he got stuck again! Now he was so large his shoulders themselves were wedged! He was trapped! Alei was so close to the end of the lane that anyone walking by casually would be able to spot him easily. His panting became more rapid and desperate- the pressure of him growing against both walls was making it very hard to breath- his lungs could only half expand. This only caused him to draw more pheromones from the air through his lungs at once, causing his thoughts to become a swirling pool. His cock wobbled around from his attempts to squirm free, flicking long strands of salty precum this way and that. Fur started to grow on his upper back. The walls on either side of him started to make sharp grinding sounds as the stone blocks started to shift against one another- he was starting to bend the walls in! Alei growled and grunted as his jaws started to stretch, making muffled clicking sounds as the bone shifted. The bridge of his nose started to equalize with his face as the face stretched further out, causing it to lose definition. His tongue grew quite large, but also became much more thin and wide too- it draped out over his bottom row of teeth like a carpet as he panted, and unintentionally let several drips of drool drop from its tip. Suddenly the mortar holding the stone blocks together shattered into gravel and the blocks shifted inward, causing holes to collapse into the walls of the buildings! The people inside either building rushed out onto the sidewalks to see what on earth was happening. Luckily by that time, Alei's face was already halfway to a full dog muzzle and he was no longer recognizable as himself. The iris of his eyes widened, causing the color of them to appear much darker than before. His ears now grew the muscle tissue in their base to allow them to pivot around- they automatically flicked in the direction of sounds. When idle, they stood forward and perfectly straight up in attention. His facial hair started to spread as his face finished growing out, consuming it in fur. The fur forming on his upper back connected the still naked parts of his torso and raced up his neck. More and more of the walls were shoved into the buildings, collapsing their sides as he grew larger and larger. Now he broke the blocks much easier, because they were so much smaller than him. The other Fae gathering, shouting in confusion at his front feet were tiny. They were barely taller than his forearms, and he was still growing at full speed! Alei looked down at several of the Fae below him, seeing they were females and taking a deep breath of their scent. He groaned and shut his eyes for a moment as the fur on his neck and face connected. His longer Fae hair started to fall out and be replaced by ultra-fine dog fur. Because Alei was so much larger than the others, he had a perfect view straight down the cleavage of all the women. His cock jumped and tossed a gob of pre far enough to hit one of the women and knock her onto her butt! It was so big in comparison that it drenched her entire outfit in one hit! The others quickly started to back up now, realizing the danger. Alei momentarily forgot his situation and flexed his arms, pulling them back out to a position where they actually sat comfortably- but that mean decimating the buildings around him, causing half of the entire building to collapse in on itself! Still he grew larger, now taller than the buildings themselves. Alei tried to climb out over them but every time he put a paw down to pull himself forward it collapsed more of the building! He half-turned before he fell forward again from portions of the building collapsing out from under his paws. His upper paws smashed the lip of the roof off, causing his front limbs to catch on the roof and spread out, and his body to fall against the still standing half. The ruins falling around his cock made him involuntarily thrust forward. More and more Fae gathered to figure out what was going on- along them was Anul. He ran over from the park and realized his error. He grew up in Anterra, so he had never seen humans or dogs in the real world before. When Valeh had shown him the images in the spell book of this 'creature of loyalty', the image comparison had been of a dog to a human, not to a Fae. Anul had no idea dogs were this big, he was expecting to return home and then be able to play with his older brother in this form, with undivided attention like it used to be. Never mind playing with him- he currently couldn't do anything but cause property damage. Anul ran home to get the spell book to undo it. Alei lost his conscious thoughts to the hormonal daze and gripped the edges of the roof on the building and started thrusting his gigantic dog cock through it. His dong was so massive compared to the building at this point that in a smaller room the sides of his penis brushed either wall! He seen and his eyes locked on a shocked-silent Fae woman standing in the window of her home a building over. Her window was across from the room Alei was currently fucking so she had a perfect POV of his cock rushing toward her and back again. The throbbing purple veins that formed a maze across its red surface. The Fae woman was wearing a form-fit top, so Alei's eyes were locked on her chest in his horny stupor. As his rock became diamond hard and started to vibrate more than buck, he gripped the roof even harder, his paws starting to crush the edges, collapsing the other half. He tried to shove even further forward, his sheath catching on some debris which managed to yank it back far enough to let his gigantic carriage-sized knot pop out and he immediately erupted again! The first wad of cum fired out hard enough to shatter the window, fly across the alley, and smash the woman's window! Before she had a chance to dodge, the second blast slammed into her chest and tossed the woman across her bedroom! By the time the jets of hot cum slowed to a lazy white drool, there was enough cum in the woman's room to form a shin-deep pool. The other Fae were now so small compared to Alei that if his hearing had not become mush sharper, he would not have even been able to hear them yelling in confused anger. He tucked his ears back, he did not want to be a bad boy. Alei sat down to await any solid commands but doing so caused his rump to slam into a third building and smash the middle third of its back wall in on itself! He had transformed into the form of a Doberdane! Large, sleek and muscular looking- very masculine looking dogs. Large by normal dog standards- gigantic to a Fae. He could not move at all without smashing something under his paws, so he just sat there and waited patiently while licking his dick clean as it returned to its warm home. Anul had to command him to speak before he could use the reversal spell. The giga dog barking immediately caused all the gathered Fae to scatter like ants in fear. Anul then turned him back to normal before anyone returned. Everyone had only seen him mostly dog already, so no one knew who he was. Anul apologized a lot, but Alei knew it was Valeh's fault for tricking him, and a bit of his own fault for being too busy for his little brother in the first place. Alei promised he would do a better job of trying to make time to still play with Anul. And he promised to think of a nice punishment for Valeh once he got his hands on her.

(M tf Goodra, Inflation, Kaiju) Grey is a pokemon trainer in the Unova region. He was quite skilled at battle and got along well with his pokemon so they synergised with each other. Unova had recently opened trade routes across the pond to Galar however, which brought a lot of new trainers, and with them- losses for Grey. After losing the last nine battles in a row within a couple of turns, Grey was a little bit fed up. He spoke to his pokemon through their balls as he walked carefully around the wet forest floor. "Ok, so apparently all it takes to wipe out an all-psychic pokemon team is a single Dark type." He released an Abra, who drifted in the air. "Ok Abe- use your psychic powers to scan for brain waves. Those Galar trainers have been scooping up Unova's unique pokemon and releasing some of their own old pokemon in the process. There is supposedly a Goodra in these woods we can round out our team a bit better with. My friend got his ass kicked by it though so we have to be careful." Grey waited till it was raining to come looking for the Goodra, knowing it only really came out in the rain. Goodra were slug dragons, so they require damp environments to survive. Their bodies were also extremely soft and bouncy, which allowed them to suck up most impacts as if it were nothing. It was raining very heavily today- the force of the drops dampened only by the leaves overhead. Grey would have proffered waiting for the weather to be a better compromise, but waiting too long would mean the pokemon would likely get caught by someone else. Goodra are not native to Unova- so this was the only one here. Abra silently drifted through the air, unbothered by the rain. Grey followed close behind, but it was good Abra was floating slowly- Grey's feet kept sticking to the ground, getting sucked into the soft muddy forest floor. Abra finally stopped and pointed to the Goodra, having tracked it by its brain waves. Grey grinned and told Abra to teleport him right beside the Goodra. If he surprised it, they had a much better chance of winning! If he was really lucky, he might be able to just smack it with a Quick Ball and catch it without even fighting in the first place. Abra teleported him over to the Goodra, but at the same time the Goodra stepped forward and was caught in the flesh of psychic power! Grey appeared and looked around trying to find the pokemon but it was no where to be seen. He glanced at Abra who for once in its life actually opened its eyes slightly in surprise. Grey immediately felt weird, then his body started to look puffy like he was allergic to something. He looked at his hands as they started to puff up and the skin was pulled taught. When his skin started to look slightly off color he realized the mistake. Abra accidentally teleported him to the exact same place Goodra was already standing. They fused together!! He could feel the muscles and skin pooling into his tail bone and then extending out off it. His arms and legs got more and more swollen looking. Even his fingers became pudgy, then round. His digits became to bloated his toe and finger nails popped completely off! He was about to ask Abra to teleport him again but that wouldn't do anything- it would teleport Goodra with him, they were now one body. Grey sighed, at least he found another human to be with. He then furrowed his brows as he knew now that the Goodra's thoughts had melted into his own mind as well. The up side is that pokemon are meant to be with humans and play off on another, so when a bond is formed the pokemon will for the most part share a will with its trainer- so Goodra's thoughts will likely never be in direct competition with his own at least. Grey's ankles started to bloat up, rubbing against his shoes harder, causing him to waddle his way out of the marshy bottom of the forest and make his way to the base of a larger tree where the ground was most dry. He was already turning into a pokemon, he did not need to go bare foot in marsh water and end up with a Tynamo or something sucking the blood out of his bare feet. He had not even noticed how his body itself was bloating till he bent over to take his shoes off- bending his torso over caused his gut to protrude quite a ways, popping out from between his pants and shirt unable to contain it already. It was perfectly round rather than flabby so it almost looked like he was pregnant. It also made it harder to actually reach his feet though, so he had to squat as well to be able to reach. Once he undid the laces, Abe helped by grabbing onto the bottom for him. His feet had swelled so large already that it took some pulling to finally pop off- but the bloated skin was sort of rubbery so it wasn't as though his feet were locked in place. Grey groaned when he looked at his bare feet past the curve of his gut. It looked like someone was blowing him up like a human balloon! He went to stand back upright but the muscles in his leg felt like they squished out sideways rather than pull straight! His thighs swelled up massively! His pants got yanked down from lack of room, catching on the increasing curve of the thighs and exposing now his growing tail- which was not very long at all yet but very wide. His spine did not extend at all into it, only flesh and muscle so it was somewhat amorphous. His growing thighs also caused his butt to grow massively- only half covered by his pants. The growth and shifting in his legs made it impossible for him to stand for the moment, so his effort to do so just caused him to wobble in place and then fall onto all fours. When he straightened his arms to catch himself, the growth seemed to take the opportunity to surge down, filling his arms like a long narrow balloon. You could no longer see any of the limbs features outwardly. If he held his arm completely straight you could not see where his elbow was, or his wrists. His fingers were so plump and squishy that when he relaxed them all lined up they all smushed against one another and looked like a single mass- it looked like his arm just had a tapered end to it. An actual Goodra has two fingers and a thumb, but he retained all four of his fingers and a thumb, so while Grey's limb looked identical to a Goodra at first, there was a little human still in there. He gasped and his entire body tingled as his nervous system was yanked tight a moment in sudden change when a loud hollow pop was heard from his back. Again and again, with only a few seconds delay between his back popped as vertebrae were pulled too tight with growth and popped apart! Goodra is a type of gastropod- it doesn't have bones! That was why as his tail continued to grow still larger and longer, his tail bone did not grow at all. His pants were cutting into his thighs pretty badly- but the flesh was so plush and indented from pressure that he could not wedge his fingers between in order to pull them off! Instead Grey bent his body and then scooted his limbs closer together- this flexed his thighs and ass muscles and forced a large rip in the back of his pants. This allowed him enough room temporarily to stand up again and yank the pants down as he straightened his legs. Abe again had to help him pull them the rest of the way off, since his body was not flexible enough at the moment to do it himself. His body got longer and his hips finally popped apart, which for a second caused his entire body to jostle abruptly as his lower body squished down and outward before wobbling back into shape. The strangest of changes was his neck now growing. His body feeling increasingly less solid as each additional vertebrae from his neck now popped off and dissolved into the changing mass. He watched not only the ground below him get further away but also his own swelling body. His now huge tail wrapped itself around the trunk of the tree beside him for stability- a reaction from Goodra's mind, not his own. He felt awfully congested, then he had to switch to breathing through his mouth. Grey's face started to bloat outward and lose shape. His hair rapidly fell from around his head and four nubs grew in its place, quickly fattening up and then growing outward. His face grew out into a short muzzle, but this also caused his nostrils to close up entirely- Goodra do not have noses. He felt more and more relief from his lungs though, and after a few more moments Grey breathing from his mouth slowed and stopped. Like many species of amphibian- he can now breath through his skin. His thighs, hips and ass were so gigantic now that his lower legs almost looked comically small in comparison since his feet had not altered size at all. Goodra only have two toes that- like its fingers- are almost indistinguishable from one another when relaxed; so Grey ended up losing a toe and instead had four equally sized toes. Two toes were further forward than the other two, so his feet still had a rounded point shape to them. His shins were the same length as always but looked extremely short just because the thigh was so gigantically round that the shin was sort of lost in the front curve of the thigh. It also caused his entire body to have a tear-drop shape to it, with long narrow neck, conical shaped body which got thicker as it went down and then very round hips. His gut was no longer very noticeable- though just as large if not even bigger now, the expansion of his entire body sort of equalized it so it had no definition against the rest of Grey. His iris turned amethyst-purple but only grew slightly, making them much smaller than a Goodra's eyes. The nubs on his head finished growing into two gigantic tentacles and two small ones. The small ones now picked up scent- like a slug, this was his nose now. But unlike a slug, Goodra already has eyes, so the larger tentacles were instead used to perceive moisture from a long distance away. Goodra only live in moist environments and generally only come out when its raining- their larger tentacles allow them to detect incoming rain from miles away. At the base, Grey's tail was now as thick as his body, making it extremely girthy even though it was also a good length. The final changes to finish was the distortion of his skin color. Grey was expecting to turn purple, but it seems one of the interference from his human genes on the pokemon were to cause it to become Shiny after merging with him! Most of his skin turned so a soft banana-yellow. Instead of three circles of green flesh on his tail, they were amethyst-purple like his eyes, and then two more circles on his his head just behind his eyes. These patches of skin had more give to them than the rest- these were where its slime was emitted from. There was also a non visible place in the palm of its hand that could also release goo. His entire underside though, from muzzle to the tip of his tail was peach colored. So he was banana and peach colored, and shaped like a pear. "Couuuhn I suu ulk? ...Mo." Translation; 'can I still talk? ...no.' His vocal chords and mouth shape were both very different and Grey did not even have teeth anymore, so forming human words was not going to work. Which unfortunately prevented him from asking for help. Grey's human traits were so few that someone could be looking right at him and not know he wasn't just a regular Goodra. Goodra are both a bit larger and a LOT heftier than the average human so the Goodra sort of just buried his humanity entirely. Grey was still wearing his shirt, though it was stretched quite tight. He figured he would just leave it on, even though it was uncomfortable to move his arms around in the tight sleeves. Anything that would make him stand out and potentially get help is good. Grey started to walk toward the city awkwardly. He kept over-adjusting for his body wobbling- without any bones he stood and walked with liquid pressure within his body. When he stepped down it felt to him like he was going to fall over entirely because his leg wasn't solid enough, though the Goodra in him was perfectly calm- completely used to having this body. Grey was now a bit larger than any normal Goodra though- the bio mass of his human body having been added onto it. Grey looked so balloon like when examining himself, since even his skin had no pours on it, making it look super smooth and since it was raining- shiny and smooth. Grey perked up as he suddenly got an idea! The rain! He took out two other pokeballs and released their contents- his original pokemon a Gardevoir and a new addition he traded someone from Galar for- a Arctovish. Arctovish's ability was Water Absorb, which caused any water type attacks against it to heal it instead of dealing damage. An entire human isn't part of a Goodra's natural biology- so its immune system may regard his cells as a threat. Grey told his Gardevoir to use Skill Swap, switching her ability to Arctovish, and then used Skill Swap again on Grey to swap Sap Sipper to her and Water Absorb to him! With Water Absorb, the rain should help heal Goodra, which according to his theory should heal it- repulsing his human form from the body! With over half his team now following him Grey lumbered his way out of the forest and into the grass fields between it and the city so he could expose himself more directly to the rain. He directed Abe to teleport Gardevoir and himself to his house to grab an outfit to wear for when he returns to normal. He opened his arms wide and put his face to the sky waiting for the healing effect to kick in. He felt the liquid slowly seep into his smooth bouncy skin. Instead of the rain water running down his body it hit and then the droplets collected but shrank as they traveled down- very little actually making it all the way to the ground under him before vanishing into his body. He felt oddly good and refreshed, so he assumed it was working. After a minute he furrowed his brow at how it seemed to be harder to hold his girthy tail up, and his shirt really seemed to be strangling him. He was actually starting to have problems breathing because it was so tight! He finally opened his eyes to look down, and he gasped in shock- which expanded his chest and caused his shirt to suddenly explode open down the front! He reflexively went to grab the fabric to hold it to himself but the moment he tried to bend his arms the sleeves shredded and the garment slumped off completely- oddly dry. His body had even absorbed the liquid that his shirt had previously absorbed itself! Grey could barely hold his tail up because it was twice the girth yet again! His gut and thighs were even more gigantic, making the pear-shape of his body still more extreme! Water Absorb is an ability, so its just on automatically and cannot be turned off! He was endlessly absorbing all the rain water which was swelling up its body! And Gardevoir was not there to Skill Swap again! At first it seemed to pool in his lower body, making it still harder to walk, but then his entire body started to grow and swell up with the cool rain! He quickly tried to get to the city hoping maybe someone who can fix this will notice the very huge Goodra. He moved incredibly slow though, not only was his body weight increasing but he wobbled even more when he moved now! Grey could not make even the slightest movement without making his entire body wobble like a delicious flan. Grey's body seemed to swell and then grow in pulsing turns. First it swelled out making him look like a Goodra parade balloon, but then once he started to feel too tight like he was getting ready to pop, his body would grow in size overall and his proportions returned to normal, then started to swell again. When he became the most bloated- just before a growth surge- he would fall forward and barely be able to crawl on all fours till he grew, because his limbs were so bloated he could barely bend them! The tall grass started to look like regular grass. Boulders looked like pebbles. By the time he finally reached the outermost street of the city, the street lights were only half as tall as Grey is! He was too big to take shelter under anything from the rain. Grey could no longer stop jiggling at all. He did not want to stop moving, hoping he could reach his apartment and find Gardevoir if nothing else. Even if he stopped moving for a minute there would still be tiny tremors rippling somewhere in his body. Ripples in his soft, bouncy mass collided with one another creating new ones. His tail was so enormously girthy since it was the first part to bloat in his swelling cycle that he could not completely lift it off the ground. The circles of purple skin on his head and tail were leaking goo, causing him to leave a trail. At least that got rid of some of his body's liquid, since he cannot re-absorb his own slime. It made back tracking impossible though- the slime was extremely sticky like powerful glue against a surface that is dry, but almost zero friction against a surface that is wet- even if the wetness is more slime. So if he attempted to turn around and go the other way he would immediately slip and fall on his face. Bigger and bigger he grew, slowly raising up past the second floor windows on the buildings, then the third, then the fourth. Now the two parts of his growth cycle were becoming uneven. When he grew his proportions did not return completely to normal- he was still swollen looking. Every time he grew again, he remained looking a bit more swollen still than the last. His gut trailed to his tail between his legs, and became so soft and fat that it dragged on the ground between his legs! He could no longer walk properly, he was basically dragging himself, using his arms to brace himself on the buildings on either side- taking up the entire two lane road in between! He could hear people panicking down on the streets and tried to wave them down and say something, but could not communicate in this form. The police and fire fighters arrived, trying to attack him to subdue and capture him and minimize damages but he was so gigantic and soft all their attacks bounced off, doing nothing. Well, almost all of their attacks. Unfortunately the fire fighter's pokemon's water attacks didn't do NOTHING, they just didn't hurt. They made him still bigger. He was so heavy and large it was hard to not break windows on the buildings, even trying to be careful as he used them to stabilize himself and very soon after, he felt his massive wobbling thighs brushing the buildings on either side! He was getting so giant that he could not fit down the street! Grey reached his apartment though with a sigh of relief and tried to bend down and peek in the window to find Gardevoir but found his body too bloated to bend! He had to actually back up some ways to lay himself flat to be able to look in the window, and the first step he took he slipped on his own slime trail and slammed down onto the road! Grey is so enormously heavy that when his gigantic body hit the street he collapsed it! The pavement caved into the sewer below, completely annihilating the entire block! The ripple of momentum in his soft body then caused it to squish out sideways, slamming into the buildings on either side, demolishing windows and some of the outer facing walls that were not supported by any adjacent walls. His soft flesh squished into the newly made holes, so when he wobbled back into proper proportions, it raised and tore the holes even wider before his skin bounced back out of the buildings entirely. He blushed as he felt a stirring in his groin. All the movement was destructive for all the tiny structures and people, but to him it felt good if anything, and dragging his gut on the ground had also helped an unwanted erection to start. He glanced in his window since his head was now laying on the ground at least, and seen his apartment was empty! Gardevoir would have already gotten the clothes by now and returned to him... except he moved. They had missed each other- Gardevoir and Abe were now back in the forest, wondering where their master wandered off to. He cannot go back the way he came following the same path, because it was now slick as ice thanks to his own goo! Even his tongue was feeling bloated in his mouth as he groaned loudly in frustration. Something small but hard was jamming into his leg and hurting him so he moved his leg first, trying to get away from it. There was no room for something as big as he was though- so not only did his thigh damage the building more beside it, he snapped the object completely out of the street, and then felt the cold blast against him! He snapped a fire hydrant out of the ground! It was now blasting high pressure water straight into him!! He then tried to shove himself back up so he could shuffle away from it and felt the cold flow on his arms! The water pipes leading into people's homes were all smashed open below the street! He was getting blasted with gallons of water every second from below, and still getting rained on from above! As he finally got into a standing position again, his gut and the base of his tail was sat so heavily on the ground in spite of his completely straightened legs that he could not really move at all! His body wobbled so violently that Grey felt he barely had any control of his movements at all- forced to just get yanked around in whatever direction his wobbling form decided to ripple. The purple circles of flesh on him were more flexible than the rest, so now they stood as perfect half-spheres out off his side, leaking goo perpetually. Even the Goodra part of his mind could not stop them from leaking because the pressure was too much. The Goodra part of his mind was oddly amused- it did not understand the scope of the damages and the danger of the situation. It got a bit of a power high. Grey on the other hand was terrified for the increasing value of damages he was causing to the city and just praying people got away from him in time so he did not step on and kill anyone by accident. He was also mortifyingly embarrassed when he looked down and seen his penis at full mast! He was not aroused at all! Like the purple flesh, the penis was skin that was built to be expanded already! Because his body was over-pressured, the liquid pressure forced a permanent erection into his dick! Goodra penis is normally internal as is its balls. Once it slides out the penis is a tapered neon pink pillar, but naturally fairly large compared to the creature- the length of its entire arm. Which made it especially big now- since his arm was large enough to crush a medium sized building. He could feel the ripples and jiggling of his body extending into the phallus as well, causing it to tighten and squirt out some pre from the unintentional pleasure. But that gave Grey another last second plan! He could ejaculate fluids! Grey tried to bend himself over enough to grab his penis but the pressure in the shaft caused it to jut straight out rather than up, making it harder to reach because of how bloated his body was. His skin color seemed to be getting more pale as well, like the surface of a balloon that was reaching capacity. Another police squad appeared, attempting to attack him but Grey just ignored them for now- they couldn't actually do any harm anyway. He lost his balance trying to bend over and accidentally smashed his head into a nearby building, leaving a huge crater in the side of it, then barely being able to catch himself before flopping back completely over, but his heart jumped when his gigantic dick slapped the ground! It landed on top of the police squad! His penis was more than heavy enough to smash their bones into paste! He felt minuscule hands shoving against him though, and felt them squirming their way out from under it on either side of the shaft. It was so massively bloated and squishy soft that the hot meat hit them but was bent inward by them- so its weight slammed onto the ground around them rather than directly onto them. It was soft enough and they took up such a tiny percentage of its surface area that they were completely unharmed by it. Grey wanted so much to just give up and remain half-laying there. The rain was constantly refreshing feeling, and every little movement he made, made his entire body jiggle around and feel good. The Goodra half of his brain was giddy on its power high and enjoying everything- unintentionally starting to convince Grey to do the same. Even his penis was starting to balloon out to proportions it was not meant to have, becoming cone shaped from getting so extremely girthy. It was starting to mirror his tail on the other side, since its flesh was already meant to stretch much further than any of the rest. He was shocked back into his efforts to save himself quickly enough though when Grey too a closer look at his arm and seen how dire the situation was. The swelling was getting worse, and the growing less. He could see the people on the street fleeing from him- THROUGH his arm! His body's liquid mass was so giant compared to its solid mass that he was actually transparent! His skin didn't just get more pale colored, you can actually see through it. And because his organs were being saturated at the same rate you could not see them through the skin- because their transparency was a bit more than the surface skin due to their naturally higher liquid mass. And Goodra had no bones, so there was a completely unobstructed view straight through him! The pre now almost continuously spurting out of his dick no longer had the consistency of precum... he was pumping almost pure water back out of him. It was basically just warmed up by being absorbed through him and then ejected back out. Grey struggled to get back onto his feet but his body was less solid than ever. Imagine trying to balance yourself on a water balloon- not easy, eh? Well at this point- that was his entire body. He almost stood up but then wobbled forward and fell onto all fours- smashing his upper torso through a nearby high-rise and then his neck swung across the street on the opposite side, and his head smashed through the side of a building on the other side of the other street! Grey's eyes were wide as he seen the people only inches in front of him inside of the building scream and scramble to get away from his gigantic face. Oh no! The people INSIDE of buildings did not evacuate- they were probably told to stay indoors at risk of being stepped on. Fearing he had just crushed dozens of people to death in the building remnants under his chest and gut he looked back and seen something that was equal parts relieving and disturbing at the same time. He seen around thirty people swimming INSIDE of him! He was becoming so much liquid mass that it was almost like his entire body was made of jello. You can push your hand through jello. If he stepped on anything solid, it would just pop through his skin and float around inside of him! His giant dick was squirting water out like a hose at this point, feeling like a mild, constant orgasm to Grey. His tail was being forced to curl backwards from pressure as he stood back up onto his feet, but unable to walk because his bloated gut filled the space between his legs and rest fully on the ground. Then it stretched even further out. His neck was forcefully straightened and arched back slightly as its underside bloated out- giving his entire body the shape of a croissant. Streams of thick goo trailed constantly from the bloating domes of the purple spots on him, and his penis started to blast water out at a pressure strong enough to strip paint off a car. His arms look like stumpy cones on the side of his torso! Grey could not move at all anymore. Any attempts to move any part of his body just caused him to wobble a bit. His skin color continued to look more and more pale as his body became increasingly transparent and rounder, and rounder. He started to drool water uncontrollably, then started to spit up and then practically vomiting a stream of continuous water. Grey's body became so monstrously bloated that it became shaped like a lemon! What used to be his tail and long neck were the tapered points on either end- the tentacles on his head nothing more than four round bumps. His arms were nothing but bumps as well, and his legs and feet were a bump on the end of a large sphere on either side that was his thighs. His penis was like a pink spike- almost as wide as it is long. Most of the people trapped inside of him swam into the base of his penis- so they get pulled out through the unending stream of water it was ejaculating. Finally Goozilla ruptured with a loud *kabooosh* and his body converted basically to nothing but water, and thus lacked enough solidity to hold together. The force of the tidal wave smashed several buildings completely down and slammed vehicles to the sides of the roads for several blocks before settling down. Pokemon can only be feinted however- not killed. A KO'ed Goodra reconstituted in the road a short while later. Luckily by then the rain had stopped and a pokemon professor was quick to scoop the pokemon up and place it in containment so it could not continue to destroy. Goodra would have a rather pampered life from that point on, and got plenty of attention from the professor who was eager to research the strange specimen. They never did figure out any of what had actually happened that day. Grey was so much like a normal Goodra that no one ever caught on that it was a human in there, they just thought it was a rampaging Goozilla. Even the professor was unable to put together what happened, because the Goodra had its ability switched by Gardevoir's Skill Swap- which is reverted as soon as the pokemon is switched out of the battle. The Goodra feinted- so its ability reverted to Sap Sipper by the time he was captured for research. Its skin also reverted to non-shiny since it was Grey's genes that made it shiny in the first place. And Grey? Woke up perfectly normal... although completely naked in a pokemon center. He blacked out- which caused him to wake up in the last pokemon center he had used- but that only applies to the trainer, not wild pokemon- which caused the two to become divided again. He had to deal with an angry nurse and indecent exposure charges, but Grey was fine with that. Because they never found out he caused several billions of dollars worth of damages to the city.

Tails (Rewrite) Chapter 1: The itching hadn’t stopped. In fact, it had gotten worse. Jacki desperately tried not to rub the spot, but even just sitting on the couch made her twitch. She found herself grinding the back of her ass into the cushions, hoping the denim would do enough. The cream she’d put on it, but it didn’t seem to be helping. *BUZZZZZ* The rattling of her phone across the glass table top distracted her for a moment. Who the hell was calling her? She made a grab for the phone only to accidentally knock it on the floor. Grumbling she snatched it back up and checked the caller ID. Tori. Wait, Tori never called. Sighing with a bit of resignation Jacki hit the accept button. “Hello?” “Jacki, oh my gawd,” Tori seemed to enjoy dragging out the phrase, “Are you watching the news?” “No, why would I be?” “Shit, girl turn it on. It’s big. All over twitter, everything. I can’t believe you don’t know.” “I got rid of twitter, remember? Too many assholes during the last election.” “I know, that’s why I called. Your facebook’s deactivated again too.” “Yeah, I was taking a social media break. I needed it.” Jacki suspected that her break was about to be cut short. Fumbling for her remote which had slipped between the couch cushions she flipped around until she found one of the major news channels. “Alright, I’ve got it on, what the hell am I supposed to be seeing? All I see is some guy doing a press conference.” “That’s it, seriously girl, just watch. This shit is blowing up.” “I wish you’d just tell me what’s going on.” Jacki focused on the television. The guy talking looked familiar, like someone important from the government. The sound was still too low to hear him, but the scrolling red banner gave her all the information she needed. GOVERNMENT CONFIRMED NEW MUTAGENIC VIRUS! WARNS OF GLOBAL PANDEMIC! EFFECTS UNKNOWN BUT EARLY WARNING SIGNS OF INFECTION INCLUDE ITCHING, SORENESS, REDNESS, AND TENDERNESS OF THE SACRAL REGION OF THE SPINE. REPORTS INDICIATE HIGH RATE OF INFECTION AMONG WOMEN.” Tori’s voice cut through her thoughts. “You getting this?” “What? Another pandemic? We just finished with the last one?” Jacki moaned. “Yeah, but this shit is strange. The twitter-verse is fucking exploding. Rumors are that it only affects women!” “Why the hell would a virus only affect women?” “I don’t know. They’re saying it’s a designer virus.” “Let me guess, someone cooked it up in a lab.” “Uh-huh.” “Girl, less conspiracy theories, more science. Come on, the last one wasn’t cooked up either.” Jacki’s eyes started to roll; she hated these crazy claims. It’s part of why she’d needed the social media break. “Naw, that’s from the CDC or the WHO or someone. They’re saying it’s a made virus.” Jacki checked herself a bit, “Oh.” “It’s this weird?” “Yeah, weird, so, uh, what’s this virus do anyway?” “That’s just it, they’re not saying, but folks are reporting that women are growing fucking tails.” “Tails?” “Yeah, like you know like a dog tail.” “People don’t just grow tails.” “I swear I’ve seen pictures online! This one woman had a dog’s tail. I mean video and everything. The damned thing was wagging.” “Photoshop is a thing.” Jacki replied with a measure of skepticism. “Then they’ve gotten a lot better than any effects I’ve seen out of a movie.” Jacki gave up tried to change the subject, “So, hold up, so this isn’t lethal or really dangerous, it’s just making women grow tails?” “That’s the news.” “So? Why the fuss?” “Um, well, I don’t want a tail. What if it goes beyond that and we all turn into animals?” “Genetics don’t work that way.” “Well, I don’t know.” “Ugh, this is just. Fuck, I don’t know Tori, I am tired and this is all confusing. It feels like some elaborate practical joke.” Tori paused a moment, “I guess it does. I don’t suppose you have any symptoms.” “No, I just have a couple itchy bug bites.” Jacki scratched at the spot near her rump. At least, she hoped they were bug bites. “Alright girl, I’m gonna let you go, I need to call and check on a few other folks.” “Yeah, thanks for the heads up. Bye.” Jacki hit the disconnect button and turned up the television, even as she gently itched at the small rise on her back. Ten minutes later she headed for the bathroom, while the television continued its warnings about itchiness, soreness, and tenderness of this very spot. *** *** *** It moved. She was sure of it. The twitch under her pants. Days had gone by and slowly the news had come out that every woman in the world would likely be infected with this virus if they already weren’t. Panic had set in. Religious fundamentalists had sought to ban members from their churches who had the signs of an infection. Some business too. Her own bosses had held a companywide staff meeting with new rules. That had been a shocker when one of the executive vice presidents had stood and shown that she had already grown a tail. It was a pretty calico tail too, and she gave a speech about how the company wouldn’t allow discrimination based on tails. It did nothing to lessen the comments though that whispered through the hall. She sat in the back trying desperately to not believe what was happening was real. Her own nub twitched as it sat cradled atop her cheeks. It was getting longer each day and soon she wasn’t going to be able to hide it. She watched the men as they eyed the various women. She knew about the betting pool. Guys had bets on which tail each woman would end up with and how soon. She hated to think what they thought of her, or worse, what they would think of think of her once she couldn’t hide anymore. Looking around she could already see several women had bulges under the fabric of their clothes. Loose skirts, or baggy sweats were remarkably common as a number of women tried to hide the reality as long as they could. They, like her, struggled with their changes and the damage to their body image some tails could do. The executive vice president had lucked out with a pretty, attractive tail. Not everyone was so lucky. Women starting to sprout dog tails were called bitches, while other women ended up with tails that were less than physically appealing. One of the first women exposed in the media firestorm sported a tail that was later identified as that of a rhinoceros. It wasn’t cute or sexy, it was a dusky gray and wrinkled with little hairs everywhere, ending in an unkempt tuft. Jacki didn’t want a tail like that. She didn’t want a tail at all, but she if she had to have one then she certainly didn’t want it to be ugly on top of all that. Not that anyone had identified how the tails were chosen. That seemed incredibly random. She would get what she would get. She bit her lip slightly and worried. As if just to prove a point the nub in her pants twitched, reminding her that it wasn’t going anywhere. She made it a point not to stay long after the dismissal. *** *** *** Jacki gave up on the underwear. The nub, no, her tail, was too long now. She couldn’t hide it under the silken undergarments anymore. It was getting thicker too. She’d finally caved and measured it to more than a foot long below the spot it split from her lower back just above her ass crack. It had been pretty smooth, but lately it had felt prickly as tiny white hairs had started growing. She’d also found she could control it a bit. Not well, but definitely enough to lift it slightly or move it a bit side to side. The sensation was unnerving. Today she’d have to go commando, unless she cut a hole in her panties. She knew there were already companies rushing to get new clothing designs out, but the variety of tails was astounding and the factories all had to be retooled. A lot of women had started sewing holes into their pants and skirts, at least if they were allowed to. She considered it, but sewing was never a skill her mother had taught her. Commando It was. The skirt at least still hid the new appendage, a small favor as more and more of the women in the office had to start publicly displaying their tails. It was cold comfort seeing her coworkers walk around with a variety of tails. Cats and dogs were common, but one poor lady had gotten a skunk tail. Behind her back the men of the office seemed to enjoy making rude comments about her and smell. Several had even had to be disciplined about it, but it didn’t stop. The betting board hadn’t gone anywhere either. If anything, it was getting worse as the number of women still not showing tails decreased. Several women had even started in on the bets and more than a few had tried to coax her into admitting if she had one and what it was. So far, she’d refused to admit anything. Grabbing her sweater she headed for the door, feeling remarkably exposed as she could feel the lack of panties acutely. She hoped she could learn some rudimentary stitching from youtube later. Her panties would have to be sacrificed after work. Well, at least the basic cotton ones, she couldn’t bring herself to damage her sexy pairs. *** *** *** Her finger bled slightly as she pricked it again. Weeks of sewing and she’d finally gotten halfway decent a making a hole in her panties. She’d ruined half a dozen pairs. Some just by not making the hole large enough as her tail continued to thicken. It was now nearly as wide as her wrist at its base, and it nearly reached the floor when she let it fall free. She was now the last person on the board at work. Most people figured she had a tail, but she’s managed to hide it from everyone by use of a variety of dress styles and tucking it up around her waist. Most of the other women had finally given up on this tactic as many tails just weren’t flexible enough or it just ended up being uncomfortable, but Jacki had persisted. At this point it was almost as if she did it to continue to deny what had happened to her body. Her tail twitched readily now and she could feel it all the way to the tip. It was long, slender, flexible, and covered in a soft white fur. The tail of a mouse. It made her feel like vermin, like she was unclean, and it was anything but sexy. Why couldn’t she have gotten a pretty cat tail or a nice horse’s tail like her friend Kristine? Accidentally stabbing herself again she started to cry. She didn’t want to feel ugly and disgusting. *** *** *** “Mouse! Who had mouse!” She was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to hear that. She knew what it was. Her secret was finally out. Sighing she just gave up and let it slip down. There was no point in hiding it anymore. Every other woman now showed her tail off, why should she continue to hold out? Settling into her desk, her tail stretched out behind her she struggled to delve into her work while trying to neither cry, nor feel the eyes of everyone checking out the long white tail behind her. Life would go on. She would adjust. Maybe she might even come to love her tail someday. Maybe.  Chapter 2: “God, I’m never going to get used to this.” Jacki whined. Kristine blew an errant hair out of her face and gave Jacki a sour look. “Oh, come on, it’s been three years. Why are you complaining still?” Jacki made a face, “because I never expected to need a tail hole in my yoga pants, that’s why.” Her fingers traced the loop that hung in the middle of the stretchy fabric. “Yeah, I know, but you’ve got a cute tail, so work with it. It’s not that big a deal.” Kristine’s tail flicked slightly in annoyance. Jacki quit arguing. It wasn’t like she had the worst of the lot, though she had never liked her tail. It always made her feel unclean. Her long tail was mostly smooth and slender with only the lightest fur, and very flexible. Truth be told, Kristine had it far worse. Jacki watched as her friend tried to force her luxurious horse’s tail into the tiny hole almost hair by hair. All around her the gym locker room was full of women sporting various animal tails. Jacki felt a bit chastised. She knew her tail, while not as popular as some types, was definitely among the least problematic when it came to life. One poor woman was struggling to wear yoga pants with what looked like a kangaroo tail. Sighing Jacki slid off her work skirt and pulled the Lyrica yoga pants up her freshly shaven legs. Once to her knees she reached around and grabbed the tip of her tail and fed it into the hole before yanking the fabric up over her hips. Adjusting them slightly she smacked her ass with both hands. “How does it look?” “Fabulous as always, and I still want to know whom you paid off to end up with that killer ass.” Kristine had almost finished getting her bushy tail through the hole in her pants and was trying to get a knot out of the hairs. “Stop that, pull it up and let me brush it out.” Jacki grabbed the brush from her friend’s sports bag. “Would you?” Kristine loved having her tail brushed but she didn’t want to ask. She was delighted when Jacki began to slowly brush out the dark hairs into their luxurious splendor. Jacki paused a moment, admiring the dark chestnut curls, “That tail of yours might be a pain in the butt, but damn it is pretty. I wish I’d gotten something nice like it.” She gave her friend a playful smack on the ass, “and talk about my ass, look at your own.” “That’s work. I’m just glad the only thing horse-like about my posterior is the tail. I couldn’t imagine being one of those poor girls who got more than just a tail.” “Yeah,” Jackie let the lie slide. “I know.” Her face fell slightly as she thought about some of the rarer mutations that had cropped up. Women who sported more than just a tail. The truth was that Kristine was one of those women, not that she’d admit to it, but Jacki had seen her nude during a girl’s trip to the beach. Her swollen mound was not quite human, and if you looked closely, you could see she sported small pale nipples that poked likely above suspicious bulging just above her mons. She wore pasties now to hide the nipples, but the shape was visible to anyone who looked closely enough. Jacki wasn’t going to pop the illusion though. She understood that it was hard to come to grips with the change, and Kristine needed some sense of normalcy. Kristine snapped her fingers, shaking Jacki from her thoughts. “Come on girl, stop day dreaming and get your top on. We’re going to be late for the aerial silks.” Kristine was pulling her top on now. Jacki unbuttoned her shirt. She’d chosen to wear the top under her work shirt today since it was as good as any sports bra, even if the dark fabric showed through a bit on the white shirt she had to wear at the office. “Hey, does your office require tails to be hidden?” Jacki asked as they walked down the hall to the silks room. “No, they gave up on that after the first lawsuit. Something about reasonable accommodations or something. The boss almost had a stroke the first day that we all showed up with our tails out.” Kristine chuckled. “I swear guys are weird. Every woman in the world grows a tail, and half of them act like it’s the sexiest thing ever, and the other half think it’s a sign that we’re all secretly demons and are scared shitless of us.” “I think I prefer the first type.” “Yeah, I do too, but honestly it gets tiring having people ask me out just because I’ve got a horse tail. I mean, I don’t really do the pony girl thing,” Kristine snorted. “I don’t think anyone has ever asked me out because of my tail.” Jacki’s was keenly aware of the swishing fixture that slid between her cheeks and swayed behind her. It was cute, she supposed, but it was, well, vermin. “I mean, guys don’t really want to bed a rat.” “It’s not a rat tail, it’s a mouse tail. Rats are hairless and the mouse tail is way cuter.” “I suppose. A few guys like tugging on it, but that tends to hurt. I wish they’d stop.” Kristine laughed ruefully. “Don’t I know it! Do you know how long it takes to get my tail untangled after sex? Oh my god, it’s almost not worth it!” Both women laughed as they entered the room. Marina nodded politely as they took their places, and the ritual greeting started the session. “Namaste.” *** *** *** “I don’t know how she does that all day. I’m exhausted after an hour.” Jacki wiped sweat from her brow with a towel. “Probably because she does it for a living.” “But so gracefully! I mean she’s even figured out how to incorporate her tail!” “It helps that she has a prehensile one.” Kristine observed dryly. “Did you ever figure out what species?” “Opossum. Jilly told me.” “Oh wow. I wish I could hang from my tail. At least then it’d be useful for something.” “Mine is only useful for clogging the drain.” Kristine snickered, and Jacki had to laugh at that. “I don’t feel like changing. Let’s go grab some juice. I’m dying of thirst.” Kristine never felt like changing in public if it meant showing off her body to others. Jacki just rolled with it. Drying herself off a bit more she hoped she didn’t smell too sweaty. But in this blazing heat everyone was going to be sweating anyway. She nodded and grabbed her bag from the locker before following Kristine out. *** *** *** The juice bar was a short walk from the gym. Not that the gym didn’t have their own, but this one was way better. The line was long and it took nearly twenty minutes before they got their drinks. Kristine’s was a kale and celery blend, while Jacki favored a sweeter pitaya and pineapple combo. Moving aside they headed for a for an open table. “Hey honey, why don’t you trot over here and give me your number.” Jacki winced, but Katrine bristled. “If I trotted over there it would be to kick you hard in the mouth, creep.” “Bitch,” he snarled and stalked off. “Damn straight.” Kristine flipped the guy off and marched over to the table. “How do you deal with them like that?” “Most of them are just talk, and we’re in a pretty public place so he’s not likely to try shit here.” “I guess your tail just gives you grief, huh?” “Not completely. I mean I really do like it. It’s pretty and I’ve gotten used to it. Yeah, it’s not what I expected when it suddenly sprouted from my ass, but if I was going to pick a tail for myself, I probably couldn’t have chosen a better one.” Kristine took a sip of her drink. Jacki stirred her drink with the straw. “I wish I knew why I got this tail.” “I wish you weren’t so hard on yourself. I mean, it’s really a very cute tail, and it suits you. I know that isn’t what you really want to hear, but you need to hear it. Not everyone got a tail they were proud of. Do you remember Tamera?” “The secretary?” Jacki struggled to come up with a mental image. “That’s her. She ended up with a cow tail. Hid it for months because she was so ashamed of it.” “Oh wow, really?” “Yeah, she was afraid people were going to make fun of her, and you know how sensitive she was about her weight.” “She couldn’t have been more than fifty kilos, what’s she got to complain about? She had a great body. She used to come to the gym and do all those squats. She was so strong! I wish I could press even half of what she could.” “Yeah, well apparently she was really upset over it. Even tried to convince a surgeon to remove it because it was affecting her so badly. She’s gotten a lot of therapy to accept it, and now she’s rocking it out at the office with the rest of us and no one has said a word.” “Are you saying I need some therapy?” “Maybe, couldn’t hurt, there are specialists now for this.” “Really?” “Sure, want me to ask Tamera for a recommendation?” “Would you?” “Of course!” Kristine beamed, happy to help her friend. Jacki knew she needed to accept her tail, maybe a therapist would help. Smiling just a bit she sipped her juice and wondered if she could really finally come to terms with her tail. Behind her she could feel her tail swish slightly. Maybe. She looked back at Kristine who was now off on a tangent about her current interest, some guy who she met online. Forgetting her tail for a moment she settled in for the juicy details on the latest date. *** *** *** The keys hit the bowl with a resounding clank as she dumped her duffle on the floor and closed the door. She hadn’t planned to spend that long with Kristine, and it was already getting dark. She ran her hands down her thighs to work out the growing sensation of soreness. Pausing, she kneading the muscles through the fabric wondering what she did with her roller. She hoped she hadn’t over done it with that last set of aerials. Maybe a hot soak would help, she thought to herself. Stripping down she put her gym clothes into the washer and started it before walking, fully naked, back to her bathroom where she had a jacuzzi tub. She turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature before wandering to the kitchen to find something suitable to eat. Jacki rummaged in the fridge for a moment, looking for something suitable for dinner. There wasn’t much. A few wilted greens and some left-over peppers. She’d meant to go shopping, damn it. The freezer wasn’t much better, leaving her with little choice but to suffer a tv dinner. She made a face at the idea of what they called chicken pad thai, but it was food. That or ordering out and she didn’t really have the money for that right now. Besides, all she really wanted was a nice soak. She threw the dinner back in the freezer and decided to wait until after her soak. Slipping herself into the bath she settled in with a satisfied sigh. The hot water coupled with the jets made for a good relaxing massage for her tired muscles. She wasn’t even averse to taking a few moments to give herself a bit of a happy ending before letting the tub drain and giving herself a quick rinse with the shower head. Feeling better she dried off and grabbed her robe before going to suffer the unenviable fate of very wooden tasting chicken. Food in hand she flopped the couch she and flipped on the television. The DVR popped up, reminding her she had too much saved again. Taking another bite of the chicken wondered if this what all life was going to be for her now. She thought back to her time with Kristine and the fact it’d been months since she’d bother going on a date. Picking up her phone she looked at the dating apps that she’d ignored. Maybe it was time to give another one a try. A slight stirring in her groin suggested that some male company would be a nice change.  Chapter 3: The little black dress hadn’t been worn in years. She still fit it, and thanks to its very short length her tail didn’t need much accommodation, though she had to be careful not to let it rise too much in the back. A week of texting back and forth with Zane had been at least interesting enough to get her out on a date this weekend. Kristine and Tori had been thrilled with the news over lunch on Thursday. Tori had really pushed for her to get back out dating, and Kristine was doing her own dating at the moment through the same service. Finally accepting that the dress looked good and her make up was on point Jacki slipped out to meet her date at a local bistro. Zane was typical of the guys she swiped on. Tall, rugged looking, and sporting a noticeable five o’clock shadow. So far at least he’d managed some decent conversation and avoided asking for pics, so it was a small win when it came to internet dating. Most guys online tended to be horndogs and she had swiped left on a whole lot to find a couple that didn’t make her want to scream. Zane had just stood out. “You look stunning,” He commented when they met, he quickly spun her in a little pirouette that flared the base of her skirt out, showing off her legs. “Very nice.” “Thank you,” a faint blush rose to her cheeks. She was happy to see that his pictures were pretty spot on, a nice change there too, and she gave him a bit of leniency. Besides she hadn’t felt sexy in a while, it was nice. “So, um, mouse tail huh? Kinda cute.” She bit her lip, “You think so?” This was his make-or-break moment. “Yeah, it’s cute. Nice, not to fancy. Goes well with about everything.” She relaxed a moment, laughed, and let him escort her in. *** *** *** Dinner actually went well. Zane proved to be reasonably charming, and a decent conversationalist. She found out he was into fossils, and liked to go rock climbing. She actually felt kind of basic when talking to him since her only real hobbies were the aerial silks and a small group of succulent plants she kept killing despite her best efforts to keep even one alive more than a year or two. After dinner he’d taken her out to a dance studio. She’d expected a club, but instead her took her to take a salsa lesson. It’d proven to be fun, but she was terrible. He’d only laughed and offered to help her practice. Finally, he’d found a nice late night coffee shop that served wonderful gelato. All in all, it’d been a great first date and Jacki was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. She was almost sad when he finally drove them back to her car. “So, I’ve had a lovely evening…,” Zane started, Jacki braced for it. Here was the question, would he want to go back to her place or his? Was she ready to sleep with him? Her loins twinged, oh hell yes, she was, but on the first date? She almost missed the rest of his question as she struggled with whether or not she was going to fuck him tonight. “… and I’d like to go out with you again. Are you free next week?” Zane finished. Jacki’s mind screeched to a halt. Wait, what? He didn’t’ want to fuck her on a first date? She smiled. Maybe this one was a keeper. She stretched up and gave him a light kiss on the lips, “Sure, I’d like that.” Then she all but skipped back to the car, already looking forward to the next date. *** *** *** “Wait, you had an awesome date and he didn’t try to get in your pants?” Tori asked incredulously, her tail twitching. She’d ended up with a long black and white striped tail that might have been any number of animals, but it turned out that hers belong to some creature called, aptly, a ringtail. “Nope! And we have another date this week.” Jacki said happily as she sipped her wine. “Ooh, girl, gonna get you some finally?” Tori teased. “Maybe,” Jacki responded coyly, enjoying the Sunday brunch with her friend. “You’re going to have to spill tea girl, I want details.” Tori settled as Jacki began to gush over the first date, suitably adding appropriate oohs and ahs over each stage of the date. *** *** *** The door all but slammed open, and Jacki almost lost her footing as she pulled Zane inside with her. He didn’t waste time as he promptly lifted her onto the kitchen island. She wiggled happily as her tail bounced and her hands worked to undo Zane’s pants. He had come prepared, as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and pressed it into her hands as they managed to free his belt buckle. She didn’t hesitate. Within a moment she had his still rod in her small hands and she rubbed it a few times before taking her teeth and ripping the condom open. Spitting out the packaging the took the condom and rolled it over his cock before checking herself to make sure she was wet enough. Meanwhile his lips were all over her shoulders, neck and ears, kissing, nibbling, and sucking lightly. His fingers massaged her breasts through the fabric of her dress before working to lower the straps off her shoulders to free the perky little tits to his waiting hands. For her part she rocked her hips back slightly and guided him in. Feeling the first stretches as he slid slowly in. She let out a gasp as he tweaked a nipple and slowly started pumping away, her hips rocking against the hard granite, her tail swishing in delight at the sensations. She could feel him pumping in and out steadily as his fingers and lips covered her with sensitive caresses, and just enough roughness to be fun. He didn’t last super long, but long enough, and he was attentive enough to make sure she orgasmed before he finished. She shook slightly as she came down off the orgasmic high, his member slowly withdrawing from her. “Hmm, that was good. How long before you think you can do it again?” She asked. “For you? Not soon enough.” She trembled a bit as she slid down off the counter, and pulled him back to the bedroom. *** *** *** Jacki awoke the next morning to the sensation of her tail and butt being rubbed. She cooed slightly as she felt Zane’s strong hands massaging her buttocks and then working slowly down her tail. She’d never had anyone touch her tail like that and it felt amazing, almost electric. She could feel herself getting moist just from the simple strokes he was doing. “Hey lover,” she purred. He started to release her tail, but she stopped him. “Please don’t stop, it feels so good.” “You like?” He asked. “I like.” She snuggled her head back into the pillow as he resumed his gentle massage. “Where did you learn to do that?” “Oh here and there, just a something I picked up.” He was smart enough to not admit it was something he learned from an ex-girlfriend. As he finished, she slowly rolled over exposing her naked body to his. “So, are you ready for round three?” “Do I get a choice?” “No, you don’t,” and with that she pulled him down to her for a kiss.

It was a shame what happened to everyone, but there was no use crying over spilt milk; they’d be there for days, in the process developing so much more of it that they’d have to arrange for an additional stay. It was a bit of a joke among the priesthood, albeit one used to masquerade the desolation and despair commonly associated with their line of work. If they were ever called to any place, that meant things had already gone down the worst possible path, and the former city of Karena was no different. Struck by a plague, most of its inhabitants either perished or sought refuge elsewhere, until the last survivors moved out to neighbouring refugee camps until such a time as their former residence could be decontaminated properly. As soon as the victims were carted out, the Bearers were called in, given the details, and then asked to provide the help only they could. Leading the contingent was one of the priesthood’s most promising adepts, a wolf by the name of Ven; though relatively young by the standards of her organization, she had nonetheless proven herself in multiple other disaster locations, most notably in the freak magical explosion that temporally displaced multiple settlements in the northern border and the unfortunate incident with the marzipan manufactury, for whom she was personally responsible for saving the lives of all of the workers present at the time. Her success could be attributed mostly to her prodigious qualities, as the Bearers preferred to call them; most of their members began their careers with moderately-sized bodies, growing into their responsibilities over time. Ven, meanwhile, bypassed all of that. Three years prior, she presented herself to the local branch of the priesthood, intending to pledge her service to them. Immediately her future superiors knew that they had someone special in their hands: her firm, plump rear was already wide enough that she had difficulty walking through doors without getting stuck, melding down into a pair of voluptuous, perfectly child-bearing hips, flared to just the right degree. Her plump bosom was ripe with a creamy bounty, easy to flow and even easier to prod into extra production, stored away in breasts large enough that they swung close to her waist, protruding a good foot or two from either side of her chest. All in all, a figure that other Bearers would need years of intensive service to achieve was Ven’s version of a blank canvas, even if the wolf was incredibly sheepish about her form; covered from head to toe in the least revealing clothing possible, it took a lot of convincing to get her to strip for her inspection, after which the poor thing needed a long cooldown hug and reassurance on the part of the priestesses that everything was going to be alright. Despite their initial concerns (and indeed hesitations), Ven quickly grew into her role, and not only demonstrated an innate talent for it, but her body displayed an outstanding malleability never before seen in any initiate. While some struggled to deliver a litter with more than three or four cubs at a time, Ven would never hold any less than seven, eventually eight. Where others had issues even mending something as simple as a broken bone, a short stay inside her welcoming womb allowed even the most badly injured of folks to be restored to full health within hours. And whereas most newcomers to the priesthood required hours between milking sessions, during which they were hard-pressed to produce anything more than a couple of bottles, Ven not only filled entire rows of pails, but simply refused to stop, her lactation so powerful that it only ended when she said it ended. All of this had compound effects on her body that even the chief priestesses couldn’t have predicted; not only did the wolf’s hips widen with every instance of her lending her healing womb to others, but her breasts seemed to be constantly swelling at all times, even when not being actively milked. Within a year of her service, when her first blessing was to be given, Ven was already so top-heavy that she often required assistance from other initiates just getting around. Meanwhile, and despite her stellar performance, she remained as steadfastly humble as ever, refusing any accolades offered to her, and indeed bestowing them upon others whenever she couldn’t reject them outright. Nonetheless, her talents simply could not be wasted, and as soon as the First Blessing was administered, granting her an even bigger, heavier bosom, she was promoted to a full Bearer, so named for their chief purpose. From that point forward, she very rarely set foot in her original temple, instead being ferried from place to place, from disaster area to blast zone, always with the goal of repopulating desolate landscapes and providing aid to the ailing and injured. Whatever was required of her, Ven performed the task admirably, and it wouldn’t take long before her name began to be spoken of with some reverence, much to her concern and embarrassment. The wolf insisted that she was exactly the same as any of her sisters, but they all knew this was merely a polite fiction, created for the purposes of maintaining appearances and not rocking the boat too hard… or at least, everyone else did; to Ven, it was her absolute truth. Nothing annoyed her more than being treated like she outranked anyone; far as the wolf cared, her job was to tend to the sick and help bolster population levels, not squabble in backroom politicking or decide who did what and got which prize. It was a terrible side to their priesthood, and one she hoped never to have to engage with. This alone was the biggest reason why she was out in the field so much; after a while, she got to choose, and thus picked to never be anywhere close to a meeting room. Still, Karena would prove to be her biggest challenge yet. Three years and three blessings had done a number on her body, leaving the wolf practically unrecognizable to anyone who might’ve known her before. Each of her asscheeks was the size of a small couch, enough that if she wanted to, Ven could sit down on it with very little effort. Her hips managed to be wider still, as a result of both hundreds of births and countless injured and sick that took refuge within her womb; even if it was just a fraction of an inch each time, the boosts to her size added up, leading to a magnificently bottom-heavy figure. Her thighs as well provided the best care to those in need of a warm place to rest their heads; indeed, right now she was providing such aid to at least five people, all of which slept happily while sunk partially into her pudge. The greatest of changes, however, was still on proud display up above. Normally, priestesses made sure to keep their Blessings evened out. One year for their busts, another for their wombs, yet a third for their lower bodies, rinse and repeat. But Ven knew better than that; her body was already the image of motherly perfection, her ability to carry young surpassing that of even the greatest of broodmothers. If she truly wanted to stand out and make a difference, really help those in need, then her breasts were the way to go. They alone could feed the hungry and the destitute, provide irrigation for even the driest of lands. Her cream was as mannah, ready to deliver the starving from their troubles and provide the largest bounty they could imagine. It was thanks to her that the Green Fields of Azalia were green at all, and why the famine that struck the eastern hinterlands took precisely zero lives. She was quite proud of that, and though Ven denied it, she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of satisfaction in her bust as well: truly colossal, enormous to the point where some might call it excessive, needing to be carried on two wheeled pedestals and tended to by a group of initiates, it was large enough that she had issues seeing over it whenever she sat or lied down, and were so full at all points that leakage was a constant concern. It was thus natural that their field headquarters was established in the exact same spot as one of the wheels broke off and Ven was unfortunately immobilized for the better part of an hour; it was close enough to the city that the cleanup crews and returning citizens could come to them for help, yet far enough away to keep their business separate from everyone else… plus it afforded enough silence during the night that they could sleep properly, milky churning from within Ven’s breasts notwithstanding; most of her entourage and accompanying staff had long-since learned to live with that noise, and some even took refuge underneath her bust to be lulled to sleep by it! The first order of business when it came to repopulating such immense city centers was to get started on the first litter. It was madness to assume that any one Bearer could do the job all by herself; Ven’s contingent had thirty others of varying degrees of proficiency and experience, and even then they were only expected to fill the place up to half capacity, with the rest being comprised of returned refugees and resettlement efforts from other districts and provinces, most of which would be expected to serve as foster parents for the new children. Nonetheless, it was something they had to get started with immediately, and so they buckled down and got to work the moment their field nurseries were set up. Along with the detachment of Bearers, their group brought with them a small group of males whose sole purpose was to enable them to fulfill their duties. While most of their kind who joined the priesthood did so with the express intent of serving in the vast, seemingly incomprehensible bureaucracy that made up the backend of their religious service, a few were considered to be blessed enough to serve more directly in the impregnation of the Bearers they accompanied. It was considered to be a prestigious position, and indeed was one that brought with it a myriad of perks and bonuses that few, even the priestesses, had access to. Nonetheless, they were still expected to be up for their assigned role at any given time, for days on end if so required; the strain this placed on their bodies was the price paid for a life lived in relative luxury. Of course, there were more avenues for breeding than just the usual, and in fact it was considered good etiquette for Ven, or any other priestess in her position, to take generous contributions from those who either lived in the city or planned to do so. Within the first day, she already had a long line of petitioners wanting to make good use of her services, probably unaware of just who they were dealing with. For Ven, it was always a double-edged sword; on the one hand, she was still mortal, still made of flesh, and thus had her desires to take care of. Nowhere in the priesthood’s code was it noted down that the Bearers couldn’t enjoy their job to the fullest extent, and it was in fact quite normal (and, in some chapters, downright encouraged) for them to outwardly express how much pleasure they were feeling at any given moment. It was seen as an incentive, an encouragement to those who might be reticent about resorting to them, to know that they were enjoying the experience about as much as the locals were. On the other hand, however, it was still a job, and Ven often had to remind her colleagues and fellow priestesses that their main task was to repopulate the disaster area, not serve as a mobile brothel. They were there to perform a service, not let the population experiment with their wild sexual fantasies. This alone led to the priesthood developing a bit of a reputation, one that Ven did not like to think about too much; it was already hard enough going through an endless stream of sex-starved petitioners desperate for a “dommy mommy” to tell them what to do without having to think about the implications of just what that meant. Nonetheless, the wolf still tried her best to play the part; it was easier to get a contribution from the people in her tent when they were adequately aroused, after all, and though her body alone was more than enough in a vast majority of times, she still ensured her dulcet tones and inviting expression were well-trained enough that she could rely on them if need be. Her days were then spent going through the list, ensuring that she met her weekly quota before directing whoever was left to one of her fellows. For Ven, delivering a litter had always been easy. On joining the priesthood, she was made aware of how well-adjusted her body was to such a task upon her first assignment, when she gave birth not nine months after impregnation, but seven. Continuous exercise of that particular trait of hers ensured that it was exaggerated and amplified, to the point where, three years down the line and now outside Karena, she could easily deliver a couple of dozen new young every fortnight. Try as she might, Ven never got below that number, though there was very little reason to even try anymore; even the High Priestesses only ever got down to a single month, leaving her without much incentive to push herself beyond what seemed to be a natural limit. Besides, her body’s adjustments to her pregnancies would make going any faster more of a curse than a boon. It was no secret that her body was highly responsive to successful breedings; she hadn’t always been that enormous, after all, and it seemed that with every litter she successfully delivered, her body refused to shrink down as much as it did before. Some bloating was to be expected; her breasts needed to grow and fill with enough of a bounty to feed not just her pups, but entire cities or population centers, her thighs had to flare out to provide the safest, most comfortable of births, and her ass… well, her ass just kind of got rid of the excedent by taking it into itself, she wasn’t quite certain what was happening there. The point was that after every cycle, she gave herself a couple of days to drain down to a more manageable size, and while it used to be such a thing existed, now it was purely a difference between “big” and “extremely big”. Ven had made peace with the fact she’d never walk around without help ever again, not unless the priesthood had some kind of hidden blessing where her body itself grew without her assets following it. Walking from place to place by her lonesome was a thing of the past, and she was ok with that; it was a testament to her dedication and service to others, a shining display of what it meant to be a Bearer, and a beacon of hope for anyone caught in a disaster area that, in the end, everything would fine. That said, the wolf would still like to be able to see the outside world without needing to prop herself up with a multitude of girders and pulleys, so the longer she could go without forcing her limits even harder, the better; last thing she needed was to be buried in her own tits, ass or, heavens forbid, both. Thus, it was normal for her to divvy up her time into monthly chunks, where the first two weeks were dedicated to carrying and delivering a litter, while in the final two she served primarily as a healer; the two complemented one another, as her womb was at its strongest right after it had been “vacated”, plus she still retained enough of her pregnant size and fullness to feed as many as six hundred or more people on a daily basis from each of her breasts. The other Bearers in her group picked up the slack, but seeing as most of them still took a few months to finish their work, it was up to her and the other senior priestesses to do most of the repopulation. And for a city as big as Karena, the effects on her body would be… something. It had to happen someday. Ven had deliberately sought out the smallest possible assignments, nominally because she wanted some time for herself, in truth because it was the only way to keep helping people that didn’t strand her between several mounds of soft wolf flesh. She wanted to avoid that fate for as long as possible, but now that the priesthood had ordered her to help in that place, there would be no escape. She sighed, her body already showing signs that it was going down a path from which she couldn’t recover barely two months in; two litters amounting to a record-breaking seventy-five pupe, a belly that had taken up her tent, and already her breasts were refusing to drain out, remaining at their “peak” size well into the second healing cycle. She was beginning to worry, actually, seeing as the amount of room in their field nursery was getting drastically cut short by her body alone, and they had other Bearers to worry about! Even worse, her nights were spent not sleeping properly, much too worried about the immense pressure she felt inside of her bosom, her creamy milk pouring out of her head-sized nipples at every moment of every day; whatever happened in the last two pregnancies had done something to her… something even Ven wasn’t sure of what it was. Nonetheless, she had a job to do, and it wouldn’t be some unforeseen growth spurt that would lead her astray from her duties. Not one to give up even in the face of insurmountable odds, the wolf continued with her regular schedule, welcoming the third month with a brave face, a wide smile, and a non-insignificant amount of dread that she did her best to hide. As usual, the line of petitioners formed outside of her tent, a few having to be turned away due to being repeat visitors; everything seemed to be going just like normal, at least until a couple of hours into the process. Even someone as fertile as her still had to obey a certain few laws and rules that were, far as she knew, inviolable. Chief among these was that pregnancies tended to take at least a couple of days before they “stuck”, what with all of that donated seed needing time to fertilize all the eggs she produced on a regular basis. In practice, this meant that despite being horribly bloated by so many eager young men wanting to have their turn with her, Ven had time to rest before her body began to produce young. That third month in Karena would come to change all that, because she felt something odd inside of here, something that wasn’t the male visitor whose turn it was to be intimate with her. It was a short sting, something akin to a short pressure crash, and the moment her head put the pieces of the puzzle together, she began sweating bullets. It was a kick. Her first instinct was to immediately declare the day’s session to be over so she could panic somewhere far away from prying eyes, but to do so would be to put the entire operation at risk of collapsing; sending all of the people on her waiting list to see one of the other Bearers would put undue stress on them to live up to her quotas, something that wasn’t going to happen any time soon, plus it would make people wonder if the priesthood could really live up to their promises. They were already running late on the repopulation schedule, even if that was mostly the result of backroom negotiations that failed to account for the practicalities in the field, so putting things off even more was likely to incur either the wrath of her superiors or a sternly-worded letter from whoever happened to be in charge of the city. Probably both, now that she thought about it. But that was definitely a kick Ven felt, confirmed after it happened a few more times a couple of minutes later. Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson when the wolf realized what was happening, her voice turning into a series of strained squeaks as she called up everyone waiting outside. How could it be possible for her next litter to already be forming? She wasn’t even done with the petitioners, much less her late-night fertility rites, so how could it be that her young ones were already developed enough to be kicking her from within? Was it even safe for her to have sex at all, were her suitors hurting or injuring her progeny in any way? The constant movement inside of her seemed to be indicating otherwise, plus a simple communion incantation didn’t reveal any kind of mental or physical distress inside of her womb… though it did show her the extent to which her body had gone out of control. Ven normally carried fifteen to twenty young with each litter, though occasionally she would spike to about ten or so more. Never less though, not now that her body had been turned into the temple of fertility that it was through intense training and use. Even with her lowest numbers it was still enough to make her belly bloat to an almost obscene degree, pinning her down wherever she happened to be and making it near-impossible for her attendants to clean and clothe her. During her largest pregnancies she had to eschew all trappings altogether, opting instead for a large tarp that covered enough of her to keep the cold away. The two or so days before delivering her litter were the worst, with every inch of her womb occupied by one body or another, enough that the skin on her belly went from perfectly smooth to bumpier than a well-used road, in constant motion as her pups moved about and squirmed between one another. It was enough to drive her crazy and make the wolf remember a few urges she believed her training had gotten rid of; never enough to break her vows, goodness no, but just enough to make her want to do it. This, of course, was for a regular pregnancy. In that moment of communion, she positively identified fifty pups inside of her, and she still had eggs unfertilized. Her mind was awash with ideas, none of them coherent and most possessed of a certain degree of abject panic that would do her no good. All Ven could do was breathe as slowly as possible, remembering the breathing exercises taught to her by the higher priestesses for any such occasion she might find herself in need of an emergency cooldown. They weren’t working, and in fact just made her feel even worse thanks to her chest weighing down on her lungs, but at least it was something to do to get her mind off the immense problem growing inside of her; maybe that was the whole point, or maybe she was just beyond salvation. A chance encounter with one of the other Bearers, who happened to be passing by the entrance to her tent, allowed the wolf to signal for her to approach, after which it was a matter of trying to impress upon her the gravity of the situation with as few words as possible; there were still petitioners waiting outside. The number of backroom assistants and fellow priestesses that began to congregate around her tent was sufficiently high that people began to wonder if things were fine. That they were hurriedly ushered in and told to “perform their duties” as quickly as possible didn’t help with matters, though some of the senior attendants had the initiative to distract with few suitors that yet remained with whatever came to mind. With a couple of her friends to help speed things alone, Ven went through the last people on the list, after which the tent was closed and an emergency meeting was convened. The wolf made sure to tell the rest of the contingent everything she knew and suspected: from her bust size refusing to go down to the sudden development of young and the abnormal number of pups she was carrying inside of her. Much to her chagrin, the other priestesses in there chose to take it as a sign that Ven was truly blessed by their goddess, and thus their endeavours in Karena were not only right, but truly favoured by her! As much as she wanted to say something about that, the wolf knew better than to contradict a divine proclamation; even if she personally felt it was unwarranted, the last time anyone tried to do that ended in so many rampant curses running around that a second group of Bearers had to be sent in to mop up after the mess made by the first one. Nonetheless, Ven insisted on keeping herself isolated for the time being, even if it was unlikely that whatever happened to her was contagious; it was better for her sanity to not have a bunch of people constantly asking her if everything was alright or if she needed anything done, or if this or if that… she got enough of that back at the temple and it drove her up the wall more often than not, so now with the added stress of a litter of abnormal proportions, Ven was half a second and a bad comment away from simply losing it completely, especially after it became clearer than ever how fast that pregnancy would progress. At first, the wolf hoped that it would be done and over with in a few days’ time, that the rate at which she had developed her pups would be translated into a much shorter wait; this seemed to be confirmed by how quickly her belly swelled over the course of the next couple of days, easily reaching her regular “maximum” size without giving her nearly as much time to get ready for it. But as her waters refused to break and the pressure kept building, Ven had to confront herself with the fact that it just wouldn’t be as easy as she would’ve hoped; her body continued to grow, both tits and midriff expanding to meet the demands of this “super” litter she had growing inside of her. Their bust in particular was going through a transformation and a half; it was clear to her then that their refusal to shrink had been a prelude to her body pulling a fast one on her, as it allowed both breasts to inflate with an amount of milk so massive that she had to beg for some of her assistants to drain her. It was the first time in her life that such a thing happened, thus leading to quite a lot of raised eyebrows and flushed cheeks when the pails had to be brought out. And yet, those things still weren’t the biggest distraction. Her fur was stretched, her skin made taut, her belly groaning as it struggled to keep up with the sudden demand for more room. Her womb was brought to the breaking point and beyond, yet refused to budge, simply enlarging as much as it needed to for the sake of the little ones inside of it. She could feel them moving around, and after a few days, she could see them as well; bumps on her belly that moved from spot to spot, travelling along the surface of it before descending into the depths, only to be replaced with two more. Their movements were enough to keep her perpetually on the edge, but Ven made sure never to succumb to that particular need; it was unbecoming for a priestess of her station, and besides, it’d… do things to her. Things she wouldn’t be able to resist the influence of. A full week went by before she dared to admit to herself that things were not fine. She was filling her tent so much that the few people in charge of keeping her fed had to very carefully skirt the edges just to get close enough to her, and it wasn’t just her front anymore; with so many pups to deliver, her ass and thighs had fattened and widened so much she was now using them as her own personal couch, seeing as nothing in their possession would be able to hold so much weight and not break in half. Her cheeks made for a surprisingly comfortable seat, all things considered; though the wolf was somewhat sore from the pressure of it all, her ass still kept a certain level of pudginess that allowed her to rub along the ground whenever she needed to readjust herself, and not feel like she was scratching an overinflated balloon, as was the case with the colossal weight slung out in front of her. The heat in the tent, too, began to rise, making it practically impossible to even stay there if not for the dedicated team of assistants that had taken it upon themselves to keep it as well-ventilated as possible. Fans, both electrical, magical and manual, not to mention opening as many flaps in the fabric as they could without exposing her body to the elements or unwanted gazes. Not that Ven cared that much; her mind was somewhere far away, detached from her physical self and adrift in a hazy sea of motherly love and copious amounts of unexplainable lust. It wasn’t even her size anymore, but the sheer glory of motherhood that was starting to work for her. Poor Ven rubbed her legs against one another, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the aching need she had for something… more. Something that could help prolong the pregnancy, something to make it even grander in scale. She dared not verbalize any of those desires, lest anyone start to think her priorities had shifted, but in those few brief moments where no one was around her, when no ears were present to hear, she allowed her throat to moan and beg for certain things that were best left unsaid. Days passed and it didn’t get any better. Ven had hoped the pressure would fade, or at least her brain would start to tune it out, but it just kept getting worse. It mounted higher and higher, right up until she felt her popped-out belly button touch the far end of the tent… at which point the crowd of attendants decided that enough was enough, a line had been crossed, and it was better for everyone to be able to see her instead of potentially threatening the well-being of the biggest litter of the operation so far. Ven didn’t even have her weak protestations to fall on anymore; she was too far gone to put up any resistance whatsoever, and in fact welcomed the change. The better for her body to be seen and admired as the symbol of fertility that it was, that all might look upon it and know that, in the end, everything would be fine. By the end of the second week, they had started to get their first noise complaints. The wolf’s breasts had to be hooked to a series of pumps whenever they needed draining, pumps that were loud enough that whenever they were busy draining gallons of milk each second at their very lowest, people around her had to wear cloth on their ears just to be able to hear themselves think. Her belly too began to complain ever so loudly, especially towards the end when her pups reached their fully-developed size and began poking at the exit. This was to say nothing of Ven’s voice, which had cracked from the amount of use and been reduced to a series of squeaking sounds that just barely resembled words. The biggest Bearer in the priesthood had finally met her match, and now that her time was up, all she could think about was how much of a disappointment it was for that to be the end. She didn’t want it to be over, didn’t want it to end. And that’s when it came to her: it didn’t have to end. It would… pause. Just pause, yeah. Sure, her belly would shrink, as would her breasts unfortunately, but in a couple of weeks’ time, she’d be right back at it again! And who knew, maybe she would grow to be even larger...

There was only so much his body could take before it went exponential, and with the planet’s curve becoming increasingly evident, he had long-since gone past the point where he could even think to put a brake on the whole thing. For Myuki, it had ceased being a possibility far before that, and she was but a fraction of Slay’s full size; as far as the wolf was concerned, he had been teetering on the edge of complete upwards collapse, and only very recently tipped over properly… as opposed to the truth of the matter, which was that he’d gone flying past his last barrier of self-restraint long before he’d broken the first mile barrier; considering he stood at several of those, that was saying something, though what exactly he had no idea. He just knew he was unbelievably horny, he needed to get off, and no matter how many times he came enough to put every breeder on the planet to shame, he was always constantly full; pent-up, blue-balled, stuffed, name a synonym and Slay probably felt it, had probably thought of it himself, overriding every instinct he had with the singular need to cum, be it into Myuki, onto the planet around him, or just wherever he might be pointed. He didn’t care anymore, nor could he care, as his body was no longer under his direct control; rather, the nanites flowing through his veins and arteries had taken him over completely, redirecting his vital processes and optimising him to the point where he could quite literally be described as the perfect breeding machine. He existed for no other reason than to pump out his seed, and as a result he needed more of it… significantly more. Enough that his nuts, even titanic as they were, were clearly not enough for the sort of flooding that was required of him, and the nanites inside of him knew that better than anyone. It was child’s play, at that point, to turn the wolf’s insane productivity into yet more mass with which to further upgrade the two seed factories he had growing behind him; the nanites had it down to a literal science, and with very effort they underwent they made Slay bloat even further, with his balls far outpacing the rest of his body. This was significant: excluding those two gargantuan spheres, the lupine colossus was in the two-digit mile count and rising higher still, breaching through multiple cloud layers both vertically and horizontally by that point; it wasn’t just his height that had become something impossibly exaggerated, but his width as well, resulting from his bulk stacking onto itself in an almost obscene manner. It wasn’t just about improving himself any longer; hell, it was doubtful that it had ever been about that, but if ever there was a pretence, it was well and truly gone. Now, all that mattered was finding an excuse to make him denser and more muscular, and the simple matter of his existence was enough to make that happen, as just standing around constituted enough of a strain on Slay’s body that he grew more powerful as a result; deliberately flexing one of his arms caused so much of a reaction that he inevitably lost control of the arm chosen, having it plummet to the ground below to cause a titanic quake before the rest of his body adapted to all the extra mass the gesture had willed into being. Every heartbeat seemed to leave him bigger, his entire body pulsating as even the simple act of pumping blood through his veins seemed to be enough to drag more size out of Slay and his nanites. The process was self-sustaining, the causes exacerbated, and he couldn’t even move without triggering so much growth that, after a certain point… he just couldn’t move at all to begin with. It stopped being something he shouldn’t do and became something he couldn’t, no matter how much he tried; paradoxically, he had become too strong to move his body, something that did not escape Slay even in his hyper-aroused state. He wasn’t in the best of places to appreciate the cosmic irony of it, but he could absolutely tell that he was no longer mobile, and not just because of the two nuts he had billowing out behind him; those were definitely heavy enough to keep him pinned, but it had gone beyond that: he was actually incapable of moving. It took him a bit to understand just why that was, mostly because he was still growing in every direction and the combined pleasure of a cock the size of a whole state being stuck inside a just-slightly-smaller vixen and a dual set of cumtanks so stuffed they might as well be a moment from bursting was… distracting, to say least. It was hard to even think, much less even focus on anything long enough to understand what was happening; should anyone look in from outside, however, it’d be easy to see that the wolf’s body had reached a critical state where its own bulk had made it impossible for it to move. Slay was no longer merely muscular as much as he was made mostly out of muscle mass stacked on top of itself to such an extreme degree that it was genuinely hard to tell where any one muscle group ended and another began; the whole thing melded onto itself as biceps bulged, abs swelled, lats exploded with size and who knew what else, turning the wolf into something more resembling a mountain of mass than anything else. And with each second that passed, the mountain only grew wider and taller: the nanites coursing through Slay’s bloodstream had made sure that any effort, no matter how small or insignificant, made him more powerful, and the easiest way to accomplish this was to add a few more dozen feet to whatever random spot on his body had been most stressed in the past second or so… only for the rest of him to have to follow through, creating a self-reinforcing cycle that very rapidly grew out of control. It had begun right when the nanites were first injected, but it took until Slay reached sizes big enough to be seen from orbit for the exponentials to stack hard enough to leave him incapable of moving, buried underneath an amount of bulk that only ever grew more insurmountably massive. Every second was a ton, then two, then four, until all that Slay could hear was the rumbling of his body overtaking the planet, the creaking of his skin and flesh bulging out and trying to keep up with the demand placed on them by the uncontrolled nanites. Yet, despite the fact that the pressure felt was immense to the point of it being torturous, despite it raising his body temperature high enough that it was comparable to running a high fever, despite him feeling like he was half a second away from popping like a meaty balloon at any given time… it wasn’t bad. Far from it, in fact, as the “worse” it got, the more pleasure Slay seemed to derive from it, enough to make him question whether or not his masochistic tendencies were more than just the occasional passing mood. He truly and earnestly believed he had passed some kind of cap, that he was well on his way to having his body rupture and spill, for his insides to turn into outsides, only for it to… never come to pass. No matter how close to this supposed edge he got, no matter how much he flirted with disaster, he never seemed to quite pass that threshold into outright collapse, keeping himself steadfastly in one piece despite his body being thoroughly impossible from any objective point of view. He shouldn’t exist; mortals weren’t supposed to be that massive, that virile, that muscular, that anything, and yet there he was, perfectly happy with continuing to exist despite all evidence saying that he shouldn’t be there, that he shouldn’t be capable of casting a shadow over his home country, that his body shouldn’t be able to develop enough muscle mass to bury itself underneath itself. Yet he did it anyway, because that was just what he did now, it was what he was; even with his head surrounded on all sides by what had to be a mile-deep crevice of his own neck and shoulders, the only thing Slay could bring himself to do was break into an open smile, drooling all over himself as the sensations overtook him, too powerful for him to resist any longer. It was a testament to how absurd it was that Myuki being stretched around his cock barely registered with him anymore; it was powerful, yes, and still something that drove him wild whenever he managed to focus on it, but with the rest of him being what it was, it was quite literally impossible for him to think on any one source of pleasure for longer than just a couple of seconds before his brain yanked his attention onto something else. He was stuck in a constant ping-pong between different hotspots, each of which was begging to be given top priority, and the end result was he just ended up making himself bigger; the higher the pleasure, the better the pleasure feedback, and the bigger the became, the more nanites he had to work with. If it had taken him several minutes to go from merely hunky to house-sized, now all it took was seconds to add a whole mile or two in every direction, mere seconds for his balls, by that point large enough to start causing tectonic quakes across the planet, to bloat so much they created sonic shockwaves through sheer air displacement alone. He didn’t even know how big he was, nor even if he was still on the planet at all; his mass was such, his density so ridiculous, that he no longer felt the gravitational pull of the Earth, instead being his own well, pulling other cosmic objects towards him. It wouldn’t surprise him if he wasn’t even standing on anything, and the solid ground he felt beneath his feet was actually his legs’ muscle mass growing over his claws and keeping them well and truly trapped underneath more bulk than should be physically possible. Meanwhile, Myuki was still there, still speared by miles and miles of dick, still being swollen into a balloon of such unbelievable slorshiness that its constant cacophony could be heard above the constant and interminable creaking emanating from Slay’s much larger body. A competition, but not one to last for too long; with the process having become exponential in nature, and with said exponentials stacking on one another again and again, the wolf had maybe a few seconds in between realising he couldn’t move and doing the next best thing: hopping. It was the last motion he was still capable of, and even then he didn’t know if it would even remotely work. He still tried though; he had to, lest he be planetbound for the rest of his existence, and with a body like his, being forced to remain on a single planet was tantamount to heresy. Not that he was a god or anything, of course, but purely because it stood in the way of his perpetual self-indulgence, and that was not acceptable. He was getting off, that much was non-negotiable, and any attempts at stopping him were little more than sacrilege upon his divinely-mandated growth spurt; him and Myuki were destined to become that large, he just knew it, and as such it was his right to demand as much damned room as he damned well needed… and if this meant claiming space for himself, then that was just the next logical step in a progression that had already lost any and all meaning. He could feel himself growing, and that was all that mattered: he could feel every inch, despite there being so many of them that he could barely even begin to count them all; he could feel every surge, every heartbeat, every instant where his form was stretched and moulded, refined by the nanites turning his body into some kind of temple to virility itself. Or perhaps turning him into the very avatar of it, given how gigantic his balls had become; honestly, he looked away for five minutes and suddenly those things were…well, it was hard to describe just how big they were without resorting to words that didn’t exist; that, plus the fact that he couldn’t exactly see them, what with the copious amounts of himself in the way, but he could definitely feel them. And there was a lot there for him to feel; indeed, just trying to graze the subsection of his mind in charge of keeping his nuts functioning was enough to make him black out for several seconds, and it took considerable practice before he could even begin to try comprehending how massive he had become… and quite literally so, at that. It wasn’t just that he was big (which he definitely was), but that his nuts were also the main manufacturing centre for the uncountable nanite factories working tirelessly to turn every spare ounce of his seed into more mass for the rest of him; not just that, but further iterating upon the already-overclocked design for his cum factories, allowing them to slam right into a self-perpetuating and ever-escalating process that wouldn’t end until his nuts were big enough to swallow the whole planet up. Not that they weren’t close; Slay himself might not be able to see it, but his pair had already overtaken a good half of Earth without him even noticing, and showed no signs of stopping whatsoever! If only he could hear or see outside of his prison of neckbulk, then maybe the wolf would’ve been able to see himself rolling over the landscape, the two gargantuan orbs mostly made out of solid, dense flesh with the occasional river of cum blasting across it through nanite-reinforced canals; he would’ve seen his sack, looming over the planet, not just casting a shadow over much of it, but outright flattening a good chunk as well in its inexorable advance outwards and upwards. Hell, if he bothered to try and sense it, he would quickly figure out that most of his gravitational imbalance was coming from behind him, owing to the frankly ludicrous amounts of mass he was carrying on those nuts of his, mass that was only ever replicated, made denser, and turned in on itself until it began encroaching upon the critical point for complete inward collapse. Really, it was only the nanites themselves actively counteracting their own criticality that kept those cumtanks from turning into black holes, or at least extremely dense neutron stars; even then, it was enough to destabilise the Earth’s crust to the point where it already began cracking, the planet being torn apart thanks to the tidal forces involved in just… everything about Slay, really. Not that he himself cared; it was hard to conjure up the amount of brainpower needed to truly take anything into consideration when so much of it was being spent on trying to process the ungodly amount of sensory overload he was saddled with. Everything, from the smallest of wind currents to the vacuum of space, conspired to drive him mad with a combination of ecstatic bliss and some odd, unfathomable sort of agonised pleasure. It was hard to explain; maybe this was what gods felt when they ascended, or perhaps his unfortunate brain just wasn’t capable of understanding what it was being made to go through. After all, most of the nanites were focused entirely on improving the density and productivity of his nuts, not necessarily his neuron connections, leaving his main processing centre dreadfully unprepared for the sort of horrific abuse it was being put through. Still, he couldn’t complain… and quite literally at that, given that he could barely even muster up the willpower to whimper, much less produce words; if anyone could hear him over the rumbling of his body, they’d only get a low, gravelly rumble, indistinguishable from a half-formed growl, and nothing more than air escaping from the wolf’s lungs through gritted teeth. It was too much for him to take, and as a result he ended up just letting his body take the wheel and decide where things went from there; impossible to control, impossible to contain, and just as Myuki very quickly found out, impossible to empty out as well. Much as she was ready to “take it all”, to do this would be physically impossible, because there was no “all”; there was no point at which Slay would stop producing, nor was there any upper cap to the amount of cum those planet-crushing balls of his could dispense before they had to stop and refill. In between his sheer size and the nanites swirling around within him, it’d be shocking if he was even capable of reaching an “end” state, as opposed to simply growing eternally until there was nothing in existence that wasn’t at least part of him. In due time, however; for now, Slay was more than happy with what he had, mostly because he didn’t really have any means of understanding what this was, nor did he quite grasp the degree to which his body had been modified and improved. He knew he was large, but not that he had outgrown the planet; he knew his nuts had bloated, but not so much that they made the rest of his body look tiny by comparison. And he knew Myuki was still there wrapped around his dick, but not that she’d been bloated into becoming a cum blimp whose gut far surpassed the planet in size just from how stuffed it was before Slay himself had reached that point. Yet now that he was there, now that he had become big enough that his homeworld was nothing if not a companion in a gravitational dance, there wasn’t much that could stop him, not without him putting a deliberate stop to the proceedings; much as Slay didn’t recall, he had been told of a way to stop the nanites via the use of a special command, a way to get them to become inert until they were ordered to come back on. He didn’t remember what it was, and even if he did, he wouldn’t use it; to think that he would ever want to stop was insanity, not when he had everything he could ever want right there at his beck and call! He might not quite grasp just how immense he had become, but the wolf knew two things: Myuki was there with him, and the two of them didn’t have to stop. Just as long as these two facts remained unquestioned, then he was perfectly with the way things were going, end of story. No ifs, no buts, no questions or concerns about their future, no worries about stupid shit like rent or jobs or their economic stability in the future, just the two of them, together, alone, expressing their utmost adoration for one another in the one way they knew best. Granted, most of the planet was privy to it, or at least the portions that survived, but that hardly mattered; let the population of the world know just how much the two of them loved each other, for it was not a secret to be kept. Rather, a truth to be spread as far and wide as possible, that all might see their devotion to one another, their adoration, how far they would go to make their better half happy and content. That this mostly took the form of rampant rutting wasn’t really important, only that it take some form to begin with; and, just as long as it didn’t stop, it could only get better: the bigger they became, the more of them there was to love, and the better the two could express said love through their animalistic fucking. For Slay in particular however, this didn’t exactly mean anything; he was too big to move, and this meant he couldn’t really thrust into Myuki as much as he could’ve before, leaving his natural bodily motions to do most of the work for him. Every heartbeat sent shockwaves coursing through his body, pumping blood in such large quantities that his entire form seemed to pulsate because of it; every second made him ripple and bulge out, his muscles tensing up and growing to the point where they had no recourse but to distort and bury him further, as the wolf simply lacked any room in which to stack even more bulk. And deep down below it all, at the bottom of the canyon created by his neck, was his face, embedded into a wall of muscle mass bigger than an entire country and only growing larger still with each passing moment: his eyes rolled upwards, his tongue lolling out, his nostrils flaring at the onslaught of musk and pheromones that came from his body’s hormonal system being hijacked and repurposed by the nanites in his bloodstream for even further improvement. He was no longer in control; hell, he couldn’t decide when to pump cum into Myuki on account of his motor control having been taken away from him. But he could still want more, and it was this desire that further enticed the nanoscopic robots inside of him to go even beyond what should technically be possible, even with the ludicrous amount of physics-breaking that came with being able to manipulate matter on such a fine level. They were tuned to his brain, and with this came a deep, almost supernatural understanding of everything that went through the wolf’s head: every stray thought, every errant desire, every single occasion where his thought patterns coalesced for long enough that he actually thought of something as opposed to merely acting off of instinct, all of them were processed through the nanites’ neural network, analysed for their potential towards self-improvement, then put into practice if approved. With his mind thus turned into an organic idea farm, it was stupendously easy for the artificial lifeforms within Slay to take over the show completely, and to an extent, this was precisely what they were supposed to do. They had originally been injected into him in order to “improve” him, a directive that, for all intents and purposes, the nanites were still following; at no point had they done anything other than make him better, so much so that Slay was most likely biologically immortal and entirely indestructible at the sizes he’d reached. The issue, if it could even be called that, is that the nanites had never been given instructions on when to stop; had the team behind them remembered to input a simple condition that imposed a strict limit on how far the machines were allowed to go, they would’ve remained inert after attaining this specific level of perfection. Alas, no such hard cap existed, ensuring the creation and perpetuation of a vicious cycle: Slay’s body was upgraded in a variety of ways, which then became his new baseline, meaning that he needed to be improved further. Rinse and repeat until he was bigger than a house, then bigger than a city, and now, after such a deliciously short time, bigger than his entire planet, and that was without taking his nuts into consideration. And still, he wasn’t finished, since, after all, he was that big, and being that big meant that he could absolutely be bigger, creating a new goal for the nanites to strive towards; really, they didn’t even need to take what the wolf wanted into consideration, as they could simply keep going in the direction they had been and it would be enough. But by harvesting the thoughts and desires of their master, by listening to what Slay most wanted and making it a reality, the machines therefore obeyed their prime directive and ensured there would be further tasks for them at the same time, an efficient solution to an otherwise vague and difficult-to-solve problem. After all, what did “improve” mean? It might very well have a radically different definition depending on whoever one asked, and the nanites themselves weren’t nearly smart enough to know what that might be for Slay… well, not initially at least. Now that there were a few dozen quadrillion of them, it was simple enough to connect all of them in a complex network of microprocessors, each one adding to a total that far surpassed the capacity of a single mortal mind, and all of it directed towards one, singular goal: making Slay better. Making him bigger, making him productive, making him more muscular, until anyone looking in from a distance would see not a planet, but the wolf, his colossal, bulky frame expanding with every passing second, bulging out and popping bigger as each heart beat made his already titanic levels of mass become even greater! Spacetime itself was distorted in his presence, the density of his form such that even the nanites couldn’t hold it at bay anymore; time would wind down and up, backwards and forwards as it tried to comprehend just what in blazes was happening to it, all while the wolf’s homeworld was ripped asunder by the gravitational pull of one of its former children. Myuki, by then a blank as her insides were blasted with enough cum to breed the entire universe several times over, was kept conscious only through the action of her own nanites, who saw fit to make sure the vixen didn’t black out for fear that she might miss out on even a fraction of the pleasure she was owed. And together, they grew yet more, Slay in particular undergoing transformations of such magnitude that it was more adequate to call them jumps rather than just a single growth spurt; the exponentials had stacked high up enough that any change in size left him so much larger than he had been before it that it seemed more like the wolf’s body was being puffed up by some kind of unseen pump, rhythmically inserting countless tons of mass into him at increasingly faster rates, all while his nuts continued to put the rest of him to shame as they blotted out the sun. They were too big, in fact; even as Slay himself still struggled to occupy most of the space between the orbits of Venus and Mars, having already broken the Moon apart and taken the Earth’s place around the Sun, the star itself was being torn into ribbons by the two gargantuan spunk factories floating behind the wolf. They were about as big as the stellar fusion engine… for about a second or two before they outgrew it, and quite effortlessly so at that: one moment each orb was comparable to the gigantic plasma sphere, and in the next they were nudging it away from where it was, disrupting its orbital path around the centre of the galaxy. It wouldn’t take much more than that before the Sun itself was syphoned away, as the nanites within Slay had learned a valuable lesson: they might’ve wasted the Earth and its constituent materials entirely, but they weren’t about to do that with a whole stellar mass. The star was right there, and with nothing to stop them, the machines made him big enough to start bumping against the star, his mass such that it was absorbing all of its radiant heat and turning it into further usable energy, all of it pumped back into Slay. Soon, they were outright ripping the Sun apart, draining its plasma away, layer by layer, until it began to visibly shrink; it would take a while before they were done, and by then the wolf would be large enough to not make a difference, but if he was that big already, then they might as well go the full mile and do something about those sources of size that were lying around without anyone using them. So, while the giant lupine breeding machine was busy losing his mind even more than he already had, the countless nanomachines inside and outside of him, the latter having created a halo of sorts around his body, were busy pushing a star’s worth of additional matter into him, all of it repurposed into more bulk, more muscle, more nutflesh for the cum factories. No longer was he thinking about anything, freed at last from the burden of having to produce his own coherent thoughts; he was a creature of instinct now, one that existed purely to live through whatever random whim passed through his head, more so the product of his physicality than anything remotely intellectual. He was a breeder, a giant, a pile of muscles stacked atop further muscles, infinitely growing, neverending, forever to be made better and more perfect as time went on. And so was Myuki, his lovely Myuki, the most perfect vixen to ever exist, that ever could have existed; only she could have ever withstood the onslaught that he provided, only she could have taken his loads and not just survived, but thrived off of them. Only she could have been there along with him, and only she would ever be there at all, now that he was too big to do much of anything by himself. He was a machine; a well-oiled one, a finely-tuned one, but a machine regardless, one built out of a perpetual cycle that fed on itself until it became unsustainably all-consuming. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. Buried by bulk and growing ever-larger, how could he care? His time was better served living in this perpetual state of blissful apathy, where he descended into an ocean of raw pleasure and just… floated there. Enjoying himself. Until it finally broke. He’d already been unloading in Myuki for long enough that it probably broke every record stacked on top of itself and multiplied by the sum total, but it rapidly became clear that what he’d been experiencing was less him climaxing and more of a warm-up for what he was truly capable of. Sure, it was powerful, far more so than what he ever thought possible, but when he felt the underside of his cock bulging out, the vein puffing up as the full release came crashing through, he knew it was over. Well, metaphorically at least. Fact of the matter was, he was only getting started. As soon as the dam broke and the waters came rushing in, all Slay could do was let it happen; couldn’t clench, couldn’t pull back (even if he wanted to, which he most certainly did not), and there wasn’t anything he could do about Myuki, who suddenly, and very violently, nearly tripled in size just from how much her lover’s cock bulged out with raw size. And when the cum flood came, when the wolf actually orgasmed and his nuts began to drain properly… well, even then he wouldn’t get any rest. Cumming was supposed to release the pressure. He was supposed to shrink as the contents of his nuts were pumped out of him and into whoever was lucky enough to be the recipient. But he was no longer himself, and he was no longer in control: the nanites were. And as their productivity rose, so too did their ability to withstand immense pressure, hence why, no matter how hard he came, Slay found that he wasn’t actually emptying out. Granted, it took him a while to realise that was the case, given how he spent a good hour or so wracked by the force of the climax, but as soon as he came back to, he found that his balls were, if anything, bigger than before! Not just that, but his cock too had fattened up considerably, with the bottom side of it flaring out even further as the lower part of it swelled far in excess to the rest of it in a vain attempt at catering to the immense, almost immeasurable quantities of cum that he was producing on a second-to-second basis. And he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, and this reality would only become more apparent the longer the orgasm went on and the stronger it became: that no matter how hard he came, he would only keep going harder still. Forever.

(F tf Dog) Alei is a very beautiful young woman and quite smart as well. With a musical voice and a kind personality she has won over every man she encountered without meaning to. Unfortunately her popularity made it hard for her to discern actual friends from boys just trying to get in her pants. It also kept her rather busy, trying to give all her friends their due attention while keeping up with her studies. This meant her little sister Anul was unfortunately left in the dust. When Anul was a little kid, she always played with her older sister. They were not just siblings- they were the best of friends too. Alei still tried to humor her little sister and talk whenever she had the time; when she had the time was not a rare occurrence. Alei is in college now while Anul is only in her 8th year of Low School. Alei dressed herself in front of the full body mirror on the back of her door. Her hair was to the small of her back and the color of honey. Her eyes are a forest green, and while she was not at all muscular, her body was tight and quite fit. Alei's breasts were a bit more than a handful each and pert teardrop shaped, with red-pink nipples. Her wings are quite large and framed in black with metallic cyan interior, and a few dots of pink. Alei is a Faerie, you see- living in the city of Anterra. Though it may look like a Victorian era human city- a single floor house was only as tall as the average humans' chest. Relatively, Alei was a good height for a female, but on a human scale she was only six inches tall. She wore a cable-knit sweater that was far over-sized for her. The collar hung off one of her shoulders exposing it bare, and the sleeves were so long her hand up to her fingertips was hidden. The bottom of the shirt covered her crotch and the upper part of her thighs. She had a loose black skirt on under that down to her knees, and thigh-high grey socks under that to keep her legs warm. It is autumn so while the forest around Anterra was alive with colors, the wind was also quite nippy. Alei nodded to herself in the mirror but then felt an odd sensation as she stepped away, about to leave to meet up with some friends on her day off. It almost felt like passing through the Surface of water. After a moment and nothing else odd happening, she shrugged and continued out the door. She walked down the hall and started down the stairs but slowed her walk. She could feel a heat building in her crotch, and her vagina started to gently clench on its own. It was like she were suddenly quite aroused... for no reason. Had someone cast a spell on her? That should not be possible- the house was warded, as are all Fae homes. They are an inherently magical society and tricksters by nature, so naturally all Fae structures are constructed with anti-magic security in mind. She placed a hand over her crotch and felt her labia throb! Well... that isn't normal. Her wings twitched in nervousness. Alei heard one of the downstairs door, but there was no reply when she called out. It was someone leaving, not entering. Well, that must have been her little sister heading out- she had the day off too. Alei was definitely not heading out with her vulva suddenly on turbo, so with a frustrated sigh she returned to her room to deal with it. Alei sat on the end of her bed and then plopped onto her back, sliding a hand down her skirt and then using her wrist to shove the waist of it down along with her panties. It was very sensitive, and she gasped softly at how good it felt to touch. It was like she had gone years without a lover. She wanted to be more worried and quizzical of the suddenness of it, but her pussy was too hungry and demanding at the moment. Her clit throbbed as she rubbed her labia and then slowly sunk her fingers in more with each pass. Her pinky and index remained resting on her labia, the ring and middle finger explored the depths. She was going to grab a tit under her shirt with her other hand but instead kicked herself further up the bed with her feet to grab the drawer on the nightstand and go for her vibrator wand. Boy did this thing kill batteries, but it also did its job real good. She turned it on and pressed it over her clitoral hood and then quickly turned over and shoved her face into the sheets to muffle herself after she let out a high pitched squeal that could break glassware. Her body was flat on the bed except her ass raised in the air, half exposed over her skirt. One hand diving into her increasingly wet hole while the other held the buzzing wand to her crotch. Her clit pressed into its hood and then popped out! It never did that on its own before, hers was rather small. Or, it was small- its not now. Her wings vibrated almost the same as the wand- micro movements at a very rapid pace. It was unintentionally raising her body temperature. She did not notice since they were busy in her crotch- but the nails on her fingers and toes all started to get a tiny bit more narrow and a LOT thicker. The thicker and blockier they got the darker they looked as the material became dense. Her nails went from clear to milky, grey, charcoal grey, and finally matte black entirely as they extended out, but did not get any sharper. The muscles in her crotch were already twitching wildly so she neglected the feeling of new muscle forming in the small of her back as her tail bone started to extend. With her forehead still pressed heavily into the bed, Alei looked down to see her clit swelling even larger! It felt almost itchy with how tight it was being pulled by internal pressure. If she took the vibrator away from it for even a second the itch drove her nuts. It looked like a fat Lima bean! Her ears felt hot and Alei's cheeks flushed bright red. The cartilage in her ears started to thin, but to make up for it their surface area started to grow, causing the ends to droop a bit because they were getting bigger than their own structure could support. Alei started to worry a bit when she seen pink dots appearing on her underside, looking like irritated skin at first, but far too uniform. They were like bug bites, but why all of a sudden? Her clitoral hood and labia started to engorge from arousal too, especially around her clit, causing it to billow outward. Which isn't something it would ever do normally. Her tail bone had extended even further by now, and the muscles growing in its base caused it to flick erratically. It was at least six inches long and still growing out slowly. Alei flopped over again onto her back, taking the soaked vibrator away for a moment to give herself time to breath- she is panting heavily. She rubbed the bumps on her stomach and they felt oddly sensitive, almost slightly pleasurable. They also started to stand up and the skin scrunched up and stiffened! They were nipples! Eight nipples, starting from just below her rib cage! She grabbed them one by one and rolled them between index and thumb till they were standing up stiff, and once they were all standing in attention she started to rub her palm up and down them. Her clit still throbbed below and itched for attention but her pussy was feeling oversensitive. She did not want to keep assaulting it with the vibrator at risk of rubbing herself raw with it. She reached back into the drawer and grabbed her dildo- it was a good size one too, but she had just been using the vibrator for a long while now so she has not seen the dildo for some time. She plunged the dildo in and was immediately surprised at how... little it did. It felt much smaller than she remembered it being. Her pussy had become spoiled by the vibrator and now it felt like the dildo could not do its job at all. She sat up shakily at the edge of the bed and was going to use the bed to hold it in place so she could work her crotch and nipples with her hands, but to her surprise the dildo popped entirely inside of her! It was so deep in her that her labia actually fully closed behind it, swallowing the toy like a snack! That wasn't normal! Her pussy isn't that big! Alei looked around and seen how tall the bed posts were compared to her and realized her entire body had grown! That is why the dildo did nothing for her, her entire vulva was bigger! Then her lust addled mind caused her to fixate on the large knob on the end of the bed post as she bit her lip in thought a moment. Her pussy kept clenching on its own so she actually had to reach into herself to try and fish out the devoured dildo to toss it aside. She put one foot on the bed and one on the floor and stood on her toes a second before pushing her pussy down on the bedpost knob and popped the entire thing inside of her! She cooed in pleasure and her legs trembled, causing her to slip a bit and the post rammed its way up into her way further than she would have thought. Alei started thrusting her hips back and forth, hooking the large knob inside of herself and rolling it back and forth. She still did not notice her tail- now almost down long enough to reach her knees it was covered in a dense fluff that was quickly growing in length and weight! The hairs were rapidly getting longer, trying to match the hair on her head exactly. Her labia got still fatter, turning a very dark pink, nearly red. Her pelvic floor suddenly shifted a bit, and Alei squeaked like a distressed mouse as her pussy was pulled further back, causing the bottom to squish out horizontally slightly. This also yanked the skin on her stomach and crotch tight for a moment before it was able to grow lax again, and it helped space out her clustered nipples better. The nipples on her breasts started to regress, and the coloration of the areola started to fade to a normal skin tone! The fur on her tail was so long it easily doubled the length of the tail, making it very bushy and as long as her legs are! Alei gasped and paused her aggressive thrusts and the squelching sounds of her wet pussy on the bed post when she heard the sound of splintering wood! She realized she was even bigger! Alei tried to pull off but stumbled. Rather than impale herself on the bed post, her pussy ripped it completely off! She fell back with the post still in her- she tore the corner of the bed off with just her vagina! The post fell out of her quickly- it wasn't even a good fit anymore. She looked around her room in a daze and realized she was as tall as the doorway itself! She is a giant! Well- a giant by Fae standards, she is still small enough for a human to pick up in one hand. When she turned her head to look around the noticed her changed ears- because now they were completely folded over themselves from their length! She closed her bedroom door to see the mirror on the back and gasped at her appearance! Her ears were large and floppy, and the fur had grown massively on their backs as well, making them blend in almost perfectly with her human hair! She then seen her tail and blunt black claws where nails should be. Well, this is a problem. She KNOWS someone cast a spell at her at this point. But if the building itself prevents spells from entering... that only leaves Anul to have cast the spell. She was inside of the house when the spell was cast, so the wards would not have stopped her. But why on Earth would Alei's own little sister do this to her? Where would she even learn about spells that can do this? She isn't even in High School yet! The itch in her angry clit was still there, but more subdued now. Her pussy was tender and she was tired from working herself over. Alei needed to find Anul to make her fix this! Unfortunately, that was Anul she heard leaving the house earlier- and Alei doesn't know exactly where she went. Alei put her clothes back in place the best she could. She had to hike the waist of her skirt higher than she would normally wear it so her tail did not get pinched behind her and could swish around under the fabric. Her panties below that were a bit further down, so the tail could go over those. Her swollen labia pressed into her panties uncomfortably but there was nothing she could do about that. Her nipples were almost invisible now, and her breasts were smaller, so she unclasped her bra and just tossed it off before heading out. Alei dashed downstairs and was about to go out the front door when she stopped and took a step back to look at the grinning face of her rival; Valeh. He sat with his legs crossed in the living room, a huge closed tome resting on the table in front of him. "My, my, I never knew you were so tall Alei." "Rather bold of you to be in here, you wretch. How the heck did you cast magic through the building?!" He shrugged as he stood up, and for a brief moment his form flickered. "I didn't." ".... Astral projection." "Using the tome your sister brought into the house as an anchor, yes. As for the spell itself, well, your sister did that. It seems your dear little sister was feeling abandoned by you. I told her I had a spell that would turn you into a beast of legendary loyalty, so that you would pay attention only to her." Alei realized the problem with that as her heart jumped. A creature of absolute loyalty... she is being turned into a dog. That is why her libido is going berserk- she is going into heat. The bigger problem however is size. If she were a human, she would be shrinking because even the largest breed of dog is still slightly smaller than a human. But even the tiniest breed of dog is still a LOT bigger than a Faerie. Alei grunted angrily and walked right through Valeh's projection to get to the tome on the table. "I will just reverse it myself." "Go right ahead. Just be careful you use the right reversal. You know; since you do not know exactly which transformation spell your little sister used. And I certainly won't tell." Valeh leaned toward her and whispered 'good luck' before her projection vanished. Dammit, she doesn't know what breed of dog she is turning into. Using a reversal spell on something you are not can cause parts of your normal body to also get undone, potentially removing vital organs. The only way for Alei to undo this is to track down her little sister. There is a nearby park that is pretty popular stop for everyone in the area- Anul often sits on a shaded bench there to read. If she is not there, then Alei has no idea- another disadvantage of not talking with her little sister as much anymore. Alei put on a button up scarf and dashed out the front door, but decided to scoot into a back alley rather than take the sidewalks to the park. Someone might see the tail waving around under her skirt. They might see her ears too, but that was less likely as they really did blend in perfectly with her hair. Everything looked just a bit off to her, because Alei's body was still growing so everything was smaller to her than she was accustomed to. She only made it through two alleyways, dashing across the street in between quickly so no one seen her, but then slowed and had to hold the wall for stability. Alei cried out as her voice became gravelly and her cry of surprise sounded more like a dog growl. Her spine and neck popped several times on their own and both became slightly longer. This caused her to have a forward lean when moving. Her skirt was starting to dig into her hips and her giant sweater started to fit her like a normal sweater. When Alei felt the sweater pulling out straight on her chest she immediately looked down and seen her breasts were entirely gone! Nipple and everything- her chest was blank. The fat nubs down her stomach were her only tits now. Alei walked further, now her steps heavier and more deliberate. She watched the stone blocks that made up the walls on either side of her, the line between stones sinking lower as she continued to grow. She stopped suddenly at the loud snap as the waist of her skirt finally gave up the ghost and fell away! She blushed at the bulge in her panties as Alei now seen how sopping wet they were. She pulled them away from herself and her eyes widened at the state of her engorged pussy. Her clit remained the size of a Lima bean in regard to the rest of her body, but the clitoral hood swelled to become a more direct extension of the labia- projecting far enough to swallow the clit once again and hide it from the outside world. The labia had swelled up so soft and fat that they turned from dark pink to a bruised pink-purple! Since she was forced into a state of being in heat, her labia would probably still grow even further out from her. She could not wear her panties over that huge puffy triangle without driving herself nuts. She slid her panties off and just kicked them to the side, but then wobbled and bopped her head on the wall in front of her! Alei suddenly lost balance, her shoes were tightening to her feet! Her toes and fingertips were tingling from increased blood pressure and she looked at her hands to see the skin there billowing out too! The tips of all her digits as well as the unified base of them all was swelling into plush bubbles of dense flesh- paw pads, to protect them against the hard ground. Alei did not want to have to take her shoes off too- but she supposed it was pretty trivial in comparison to her exposed privates, and she did not want to risk having her feet crushed if she doesn't remove them quick enough. She had to pull quite a bit to yank the shoes off and groaned at the sight of her blunt black claws all sticking out of the front of her socks. Alei walked awkwardly now, not only because the pads caused her feet to not sit right against the ground but because the bones inside were building a pressure. They were trying to change even more, but she had to get to the park as quickly as possible! She placed a hand on a BFI and gasped as she realized what it actually is! She thought she was putting her hand on a trash can or something to balance herself- the entire BFI was only up to her hips! She supposed it was a testament to how oversized her sweater had been, because it still fit. Her entire body felt like an inferno now- the growth made heat but her body was no longer capable of sweating to get rid of any of the heat! She was breathing deeply, letting some of the heat escape with the moisture of her mouth. Her jiggly soft labia progressed from bruise purple to glossy black now, and her lips also darkened and turned black to match. She let out a very canine whine as she fell to the side, leaning against the wall. Her clit kept throbbing inside her, her swollen pussy itchy and penetration was the only cure. It was impossible to concentrate! Valeh dashed past the alley ahead then doubled back as he realized she was there. Valeh was afraid she would find her sister before the spell took full hold, so he decided to track her down to try and slow her in person. He smiled and casually walked up to her, she was too dazed and hot to move or react. "Well, having troubles there Alei? That transformation looks like a real bitch." "Hnnn nee-need f-fuhuuuck." She looked at him blushing bright red. "Make it stoooop." "My! That is an unexpected offer, but sure. I did this to fuck you over after all- this is just more literal than I expected." She had grown so large there actually was not enough room for him to get around her, so he crouched and went under her instead. This would slow her down plenty long enough. He did not even bother unzipping as he looked at her giant plush cookie. It would be like throwing a pin down a hallway- her entire body was so large now that her triangular vulva was now as big as his entire torso! He was about to reach up and guide it down so he could do anything with it, but just then she slide along the wall and fell to all fours as the bones in her limbs made some muffled pops. Her arms and legs were getting a bit longer, and her soles and palms got a LOT longer! The holes on her socks tore further up now and finally they burst all the way off from her- even their elasticity has its limits. The thumbs on her hands and the big toe on her feet regressed, the joints fusing as the bones simplified and the digit was left behind as the others grew out- becoming dew claws. Her fingers squished shorter, and both fingers and toes swelled up fatter. They pushed against each other from lack of room now, making it difficult for them to move individually. She was on four paws now. As if to accentuate that fact, a fine pale sandy fur formed around her claws and slowly started to advance around the rest of her paws. Alei's tail was curled between her legs as she whimpered at her devolving hands and being forced onto all fours, but as soon as Valeh touched her pussy her tail shot up and started wagging involuntarily again. The long fur on the tail trailed behind it because of its length, it almost looked like a waving flag. Each plump labia felt like soft, hot rubber and was so meaty the labia alone could fill either of Valeh's hands. The pussy projected off from the body as an invitation when dogs are in heat- and stretch to follow the cock on the back thrust, refusing to let go. While the outer flesh was black, as Valeh stuck his entire arms into the opening and pulled them a bit apart, he seen the insides still faded back to pink. In the bottom corner of the triangle her bean-shaped clit still flexed. Because of her size the clit was larger than a football to Valeh. The moment he touched it with one arm, the pussy clenched and forced his other arm to let it pull shut again on his arm! Moisture pooled on the inside but could not escape the grip of the fat labia. He rubbed the smooth clit back and forth and her entire rear end moved up and down slightly following its motion. Alei's tongue started to hang out as it grew longer and became wide and flat as well- lolling out of her mouth over her bottom teeth like a carpet. The fur at the base of her tail started to slowly climb her back as a narrow stripe, but as it advanced up the base started to spread as well. Fur covered all four of her paws and started to fade in up her long limbs as well. Muffled snaps and cracks sounded from her face and she whimpered as her jaws started to stretch out and drag the rest of the face with it slowly, and then she abruptly barked. She grunt with frustration in her squatting position as her shoulders and thighs started to brush both walls at the same time! She was too lost in her lust to realize just how bad that was! She was incapable of turning around, and would be completely trapped if she did not move soon! Alei made several strange yips and grumbles that were almost words but not quite, and her teeth all grew sharper in her mouth as it continued to get longer! The bridge of her nose became wider, equalizing with her stretching face to lose definition and becoming just another part of her muzzle. She overgrew the alley entirely as the walls started to push in on her, and even Valeh was startled as she let out a loud bark abruptly, echoed with the sound of several cracking bone joints! Her rib cage suddenly became more narrow but projected further forward- momentarily knocking the air out of her lungs as an involuntary bark! This also narrowed her form slightly allowing her to move again. Fur started from her tail was now also spreading on her upper back by now, and her pubic hair had turned fur in her crotch and was spreading from the bottom. Long honey colored strands of hair started to fall from her head to the ground as pale sandy fur started to grow in its place! The fur on her elbows and her thighs grew a bit longer than anywhere else on her body, becoming wispy but still not nearly as long as the fur on her ears or tail. Alei stood up straight as her upper body was released from the grip of the wall but then her heart jumped as she felt Valeh start to slip from her pussy! Standing upright pulled it far too far off the ground for Valeh to reach so he was about to slide out- unable to grip properly on the wet soft skin. Alei backed up quickly, intending to pin Valeh against the wall behind her to hold him to her pussy but unintentionally slammed him against it hard enough to wind him! Her wet pussy squished out against his entire body, punning him in place! Alei's body started to grow even quicker now that her form was mostly lost. The black frame of her butterfly wings turned to dark brown to transition a bit better to her fur, fading to gold where the two met. Valeh could feel very easily how much she was growing, because the soft labia of her wet searing hot pussy spread even further around him, allowing him to move slightly in the Y shaped cleft. Her increasing size caused her butt to grind harder against the wall behind her though, and the entire structure started to shake a bit from the force of the giant dog grinding on it! Her thighs had a bit of breathing room in the T shaped crossing of alleys but her front legs got stuck quickly again by the walls on either side and ruptured the walls entirely suddenly! She was starting to demolish the buildings around her! She did not get to her sister in time- the heat was too much to stand. Even now her pussy burned and itched with need- she had a similar problem to when she used a dildo earlier; the toy she tried to use was now too tiny to do any work. Except this time the toy is Valeh. Alei's face still pushed even further forward, becoming even longer and narrow! The end of her nose turned a textured black and became cold and wet. A few hard to see whiskers sprouted around her mouth and two from either eyebrow- though the eyebrows no longer had any definition on her face against the rest of the fur consuming it from where her hair used to be. Her ears still made it look like she sort of had human hair though- and were a deeper tone than the rest of the fur, being closer to the honey her hair was. Alei has become a Saluki! A lean, tall breed with a long narrow face. Because of its slender figure and hair-looking ears, they have a very feminine aura. More and more Fae gathered onto the sidewalk at the end of the lane Alei faced down, shouting in anger and confusion. They startled her and caused her to try to back up- forgetting her crotch was already grinding against the wall behind her. Valeh had to take a deep breath as he was jammed completely inside of her pussy! Her giant dog rump smashed through the wall, then the top floor of the building collapsing an entire quarter of the structure with her ass alone! Even more Fae pored out from the surrounding buildings to try and see what the hell was going on. Among the gathering Fae was Anul! She heard the destruction her sister was causing from the park which was not at all that far away, and dashed over to see her. Only now did she realize the error she made in trusting Valeh. She grew up in Anterra, so she had never seen humans or dogs in the real world before. When Valeh had shown her the images in the spell book of this 'creature of loyalty', the image comparison had been of a dog to a human, not to a Fae. Anul had no idea dogs were this big, he was expecting to return home and then be able to play with her older sister in this form with undivided attention like it used to be. Never mind playing with her- she currently couldn't even do anything but cause property damage. Anul ran home to get the spell book to undo it. Alei lost her conscious thoughts to the hormonal daze and lifted her tushy back out of the ruin. Valeh popped his head out briefly to get a breath, but then was forced back in when she slammed her pussy back into a still standing section. Alei ground her pussy against the more solid chimney of the building but still snapped it in half all too easily. Once her butt smashed the building around it away though... it provided a vaguely phallic shape. She squished her pussy down on top of it, wiggling so the edges of the chimney were pressed on the inner curve of her pillowy labia and then thrust down! Valeh was hit by the chimney inside of her and forced even deeper into her body! The Fae who had been watching groaned and averted their eyes from the gigantic canine impaling herself on part of a building. Alei thrust up and down on the chimney which was just wide and long enough to scratch her itch. The clenching muscles of her pussy gripping the brick caused them to grind together and groan- threatening to collapse from the force. As she approached orgasm finally, Alei's legs shook and the strength started to drain from the electric pleasure firing through them! As she climaxed she slammed her rump down all the way to the ground, forcing the entire remaining chimney into her hungry hole! Valeh was shoved even deeper, getting slammed up against a giant dog cervix! After a short bit, Alei stood back up onto all fours, snapping the chimney off inside of her, but then relaxing her pussy finally and the loose bricks tumbled out of her along with a ton of natural lube. Finally, Valeh fell out gasping for breath and coughing up gobs of salty dog lube. Being crushed against her cervix by a chimney almost drown him in pussy! That ought to teach him to fuck with Alei! With the itch finally gone, the heat slowly started to cool, so her panting slowed. Alei plopped back down on her rump and lifted one leg so she could bend over and lick her pussy clean. Valeh slowly dragged himself away, none too pleased. His hair and clothing was so sodden with her juices that his body felt twice as heavy as it was. The other Fae were now so small compared to Alei that if her hearing had not become much sharper, she would not have even been able to hear them yelling in confused anger. She tucked her ears back; she did not want to be a bad girl. Alei sat and waited for any solid commands, but doing so crushed the corner off yet another building. She could not move at all without smashing something under her paws, so she just waited patiently for Anul to return. When Anul arrived, she had to command her older sister to speak before she could use the reversal spell. The giga dog barking immediately caused all the gathered Fae to scatter like ants in fear. Anul then turned her back to normal before anyone returned. Everyone had only seen her mostly dog already, so no one knew who she was to pin the property damage on her. Anul apologized a lot, but Alei knew it was Valeh's fault for tricking her, and a bit of her own fault for being too busy for her little sister in the first place. Alei promised she would do a better job of trying to make time to still play with Anul. Valeh had already learned his own lesson, nearly drowning in his own handiwork, so they doubted he would show his face anytime soon.

Shattered Shards: Shardstalkers Chapter 1 Gerrig smiled to herself as she floated in the cool dark waters of her meditation pool. The she-serpent delighted in the smooth, gentle flow of water over her scales, the sea's caress of her wing membranes, and the almost playful fondling it gave of other areas. The seas were not her domain; they belonged to one of her cousins, another of the Dark Pantheon. But the dark of the sea beneath her palace offered a tranquility and solitude that she had come to rely upon the channel her power to is fullest. She smiled as one of her three pairs of hands cupped her midsection, she would soon have another champion to place in the mortal world. Her egg was ready; it merely needed to be fertilized by traditional means or by implantation. Gender mattered not to a being infused with divine power; her offspring would draw what it needed from her chosen one. The dark goddess of fertility had sewn seeds that were now ripe for harvest. Metaphorical seeds, plants and sex had no involvement with what was to happen. Well... the plants didn't. But as with nearly everything she laid her six hands upon, sex was involved in some way. It wasn't required, but Gerrig found more enjoyment out of plans coming to fruition when it was. The time was right for her to reach out into the gaps between worlds, between realms of existence, and to pull from the ground the carrots of scheming she had planted. It didn't have quite the sinister ring to it, but it was the most accurate comparison to what she was doing. Planting something, only to rip it from the soil when it suited her purpose. The three year cycle, where the Dark Moon was highest in the sky, when the wicked were the most powerful, it peaked tonight. Tonight Gerrig and her kin could reach out into the realm of probability and scoop up large pieces of existence. Large compared to what they could usually take or leave, usually little more than a small item the size of Gerrig's fist or forearm. During the last Black Apogee Gerrig had placed buildings, mansions, entire towns, places that would draw in the sort of power she craved, to coax, caress, and seduce those that dwelt near them into being her followers. She whispered thanks to the Nameless Ones, the unknown great gods and goddesses that had made all of creation, and then stood back, out of even the scope of the lesser deities that came into being within their construct. A union of two disparate creations had resulted in a fusion of realities unlike anything Gerrig had ever known, the fabric of existence was weak, allowing for easier manipulation, as well as being able to, for brief moments, reach out and grasp the creations of others. True, Gerrig and her ilk could never truly affect them. They could only touch what the grand gods had cast aside, had decided not to be. Bits of time that could have been, but weren't. Probabilities, stories that could have been, but weren't, but were allowed to remain in a strange sort of limbo. They were not woven into the fabrics of the reality that had created them, but existed alongside them. These scraps of reality, if one used the sewing analogy, could easily be snatched by anyone with the proper reach, and upon this night Gerrig had that reach. She closed her eyes and sent her power into the void between possibilities, seeking out the beacons of her power that existed on the manifold worlds where she had placed those three years prior. The serpentine goddess reached out and gently (for her) took hold of the scraps and pulled, drawing them from the metaphorical sewing room floors and wastebins to her own room, taking the oddly shaped bits of... thread. The weaving analogy worked better here, stealing threads to weave into her own tapestry. With her concentration on her tasks, the metaphors really broke down, for as she was gathering in the harvest she was also sewing seeds, which any farmer knew was something you just didn't do. But then again, what mortal botanist would dare criticize a goddess on her cultivation practices. Gerrig chuckled to herself as she cleared her mind, scouring the world beneath her for the proper places to set her newly acquired treasures. Some of them were places that she'd plucked up and moved into other realities, and it was easy to find matches for those. But for others it was a bit more difficult. It would take a little time, and she didn't want her children getting worried while she finished her business. A few words of encouragement, and then there was the delightful pleasure granted of a job well done, a fraction of the delicious rewards she could grant her followers, knowing or not. Ah, she was feeling generous, granting a few of her newly arrived children a few of their unknown desires. Being an expectant mother always put her in a rather generous mood, and she hoped that her newly adopted children had one amongst them that would make Mommy very happy... -o- Thunder rumbled in the skies over the peaceful compound. Heavy rain knocked petals from flowers and sent leaves and fruit alike cascading down from the trees. Through the curtain of the rain the stone exteriors of the buildings could be seen. They looked almost out of place with their red clay-tiled roofs and the style that they were made in, it was as if they had been plucked from a desert somewhere and set down in the lush grove. Dubbed 'Felicity House' the orphanage consisted of several of the buildings, connected by roofed walkways, and in some cases, shared basements. Most of the children were down in one of them, clustered around an old black and white TV, one of their caretakers futzing with the rabbit ears to try and improve the picture and sound. "...Severe weather warning for the great tetra-country area, with a tornado watch in effect for..." the television went to static for a span of several seconds "...counties. Channel..." more static, "weather spotters have described the storm clouds as thick and eerie, almost with a red or purple tint to them." Mimi sighed as she continued to futz with the television, there was a nice, big one up in the den, but with the orphanage out in the rural area, cable TV wasn't really an option, and the rain made the satellite dish act up. Plus if there really were tornados on the way, it would be safer for everyone being down here. The catgirl looked around the room, her sister Nana was doing a headcount on the 7-10 year olds, while Tama and Pico were playing with some of the children to help ease their fears. Mimi wasn't fond of the new responsibilities that they all had thrust upon them, but she was more than willing to help out. The four older catgirls, Grace, Alto, Lucy, and the orphanage's owner, Felicia, all were undergoing some strange thing. Mimi had a pretty good idea of what it was, but from the few books she could find on her race, Catwomen were only supposed to go into heat for a few weeks out of the year, a year and a half prior, Felicia had gone into an almost constant state of heat, need, and longing. Even with only a human sense of smell, it had stirred something up in a few of the older male orphans, several of them essentially forcing themselves upon Felicia, but the eldest catgirl was so needful it seemed that she let it happen, rather than fight them off. It had thankfully ceased during the pregnancy that resulted from the incident, but once the quadruplets had been born Felicia had gone right back into heat, and strangely seemed to take the other three in with her. Grace seemed the least affected. She could temporarily hide her feline traits under a cloak of magic. They all could, though most of them not for very long, and she conducted all of Felicity House's business in the local towns; getting groceries and the like. The strange condition of heat didn't seem to be purely connected to all the catgirls who had gone through puberty, as Mimi and Nana were not continually lust stricken. Both of them had felt the ravages of heat earlier in the year, but it had come and gone, thankfully without pregnancy. Felicia frowned upon it, as for some reason unknown to Mimi she had taken on the trappings of a Catholic nun. The elder catgirl wore her habit often, even though she usually went without any other sort of clothing, though that bothered her. Her nipples were just so sensitive, especially with her swollen, milk-filled breasts, wearing anything would irritate them. Mimi had dealt with her heat in the way that seemed the most common, in the arms of another catgirl. Grace and Alto seemed quite keen to pleasure one another, while Lucy often joined in. But Nana and Mimi had taken care of one another. 'Sister' Felicia greatly frowned upon that, however, saying that it was wrong. But Mimi didn't particularly care. There were no catboys around for her to make love to, and it seemed stranger to find passion in the arms of a member of another species, a human, rather than another catgirl. The fuzz in the feed finally vanished, "Rainfall is most severe in this area here." The weatherman said, motioning with his hand around an oddly even weather front. It was strangely bullseye shaped, not the somewhat roundish or oval forms thunderstorms sometimes took, but one that was absolutely positively, perfectly circular. "This front is oddly symmetrical, as if it were focused around a single point. The cloud cover seemed to arrive out of nowhere, and this rainfall was not in our forecast for today. It's like the storm just popped into being, centered around this one point." Mimi's eyes widened, for she knew exactly where that one point was: Felicity House. -o- The catgirl ran as fast as her clawed feet could carry her. She winced as she heard the ripping of carpet as she darted across the complex, Sister Felicia had to be told about this. She was the only one that could possibly know what to do, as none of the other catgirls had any experience with the supernatural. Felicity House lacked a priest, and despite Felicia's upbringing, she didn't really seem comfortable actually leading a full service. She just went about with what she could remember as best she could. It made her happy, and many of the orphans and caretakers attended, though Mimi, Nana, Tama, and Pico did not. Mimi knew where her mentor would be, and as she pulled open the doors to the sanctuary she was struck by an almost tangible feeling of lust and need. It was like someone had thrown a ball at her midsection, but rather than impact with flesh, it instead threatened to send her spiraling into a near-bestial state of lust. Mimi sucked in a breath through her teeth and approached the alter, where Felicia was kneeling. The catgirl winced, her mentor's lips were moving and she was praying, but rather than having her hands clasped in the familiar position, Mimi found that Felicia had one hand between her legs and the other cupping a milk-filled breast. Mimi found herself licking her lips, finding herself instinctively wanting to assure that those droplets did not go to waste. Resolutely though she managed to fight off the ache that sent moisture trickling down her bare thighs. Like all the catgirls she thought clothing should be something to wear when going out in public, and that nakedness was the way one ought to be at home, as it was what made them feel the most comfortable. "M-ma'am," she stammered, resisting her urge to press up against Felicia. The elder catgirl's eyes opened and she gasped, looking down in bafflement at the placement of her hands, "That's strange... I... I was praying, for an end to this..." she waved her hands around, not able to quite find the proper word. Though she was the oldest, Mimi had long since noted that she wasn't the brightest, and tended to be a little bit... stuffy about things. "Desire?" Mimi suggested. Felicia nodded and winced, as if giving it a name enabled the sensation to secure a deeper power over her, "Yes, that." Mimi closed her eyes as Felicia began to absentmindedly lick her fingers clean, "Ma'am, there's something weird going on. The storm outside is centered on us. I saw the radar map thing on TV and it looks like a dart board, with us right at the center. This storm is supernatural and I... I..." She could resist no longer, jumping on Felicia, her legs wrapping around her mentor's waist, her lips seeking out Felicia's own. At first Felicia tried to resist, but she found her will to fight easily sapped by the soft lips against her own and the rough tongue within her mouth."Not in the sanctum!" she thought to herself, but as she found her hands slipping between Mimi's legs, she found herself obeying a small voice in the back of her mind. What better way to show devotion to life and love then to perform the act that made life, to make love in a holy place, under the gaze of her goddess. The thought made Felicia hesitate, and with all her strength she managed to push Mimi off of her, and with all her will managed to prevent herself from pouncing the younger catgirl herself. As if for the first time Felicia found herself looking around at the chapel. She had always thought that the furnishings had been those of her faith, but looking back, she couldn't exactly recall what any of them were. Not the statues in the corner, or the images of the stained glass windows, nor the large figure that loomed over the altar. The windows showed sexual acts taking place, the statues were those of winged women with obscene never regions, and the stature behind the altar was that of a winged woman with many breasts and a serpent's tail instead of legs. The stone image was carved with grand attention to detail, the sapphire eyes seemingly to glint with amusement, and the outstretched arm beckoning Felicia back into the loving, blissful, erotic embrace of her goddess. "N-no!" she stammered, backing away from the altar. Somehow the statue had clouded her mind, altering her perceptions. The serpent's bountiful breasts and rounded belly were signs that she was a goddess of pregnancy and fertility, and from the thick, bestial phallus that jutted from just below her waist, she was more than certainly a goddess of sex as well. Felicia pulled Mimi to her feet, her anger managing to bury the fires of her lust beneath the flames of her rage. But still she found her body longing to be pressed close to her ward, and Mimi's purring and licking at her neck wasn't helping in the slightest. With a great effort, Felicia managed to pull the two of them from the chapel, their lust dimming as the great double doors closed behind them. Mimi's eyes widened as most of the lusting sensation left her, "Oh geez, that was terrible!" she said, wincing. Felicia nodded, her own desire having gone down a few notches, but she had spent so much time in the chapel that it seemed to have infused her to the very core. "I... I can't believe that that's been there for years and I've never noticed." She blushed and removed her habit, looking at it sadly. "I don't think that I can wear this." She said softly, "I haven't been able to keep the vows that go along with it, and somehow managed to be seduced and coerced into..." she shuddered, "It's blasphemous is what it is. But I just... just can't..." she shuddered and shook her head. There was an intense flash of red light, followed by a rumble of thunder that made the windows rattle in their frames for several seconds. Felicia's eyes widened, "Oh! A thunderstorm, and a bad one! Mimi, we need to..." Mimi shook her head, "Everyone is already down in the basement. But the storm isn't natural, that's what I came to tell you. It's perfectly round, and it's centered on Felicity House. Someone, or something, has..." Another lightning strike turned the interior of the orphanage white, but rather than thunder, the flash was accompanied by something else, a momentary sensation of pressure and then release, and with that release Felicia and Mimi found themselves collapsing to the floor, knees unable to support them as their bodies were rocked by the incredibly, intense pleasure of a series of powerful, rapid climaxes. "Welcome to all my followers," hissed a soft, pleasant, seductive, and yet still serpentine voice, "Your mistress calls you here so that you may earn your rewards as her loyal children, as well as to compete amongst yourselves for the right to become my champion." Images flashed through the minds of the two catgirls; the power, the pleasure, and the rewards that could easily be theirs if they only obeyed and worshipped this being of obvious great power. The pounding of rain upon the orphanage roof had vanished, and the song of birds could be heard. Felicia growled at the words and stormed to the door, determined to pummel the speaker into apologizing for inflicting a permanent state of heat upon her. But her wrath faded, replaced by awe as she saw the sky above her home. Though it was bright as day, the sky was a deep black, dotted with stars as well as other, larger objects that were far, far closer. Some that looked as if one could fly to them, if one had wings. From her place on the third floor balcony across from the chapel Felicia could see over the garden between the three wings of the orphanage, past the dried up creek, and down into the mountain valley below. The plants and trees around the orphanage were far different than those found several hundred feet beyond it, and Felicia now knew why. They hadn't been planted, the buildings had been built here and sent into her own world. They had been out of place and they would have given most people a subconscious feeling of unease, shooing them away. But Felicia was a supernatural creature herself, and had been drawn to the site, enraptured by its power, and when the structure was called home, it took all the occupants along with it. "Mimi, make sure everyone stays inside. Get everybody down into the basements, find Grace and Lucy and get them down there too. Have the older children help move the nursery down there, and make sure that..." Felicia blinked, as if suddenly realizing something. She looked down and ran a hand over her trim, flat midsection, looking puzzled. "Eliza, Kathryn, Delilah, and Anita." She said, naming off her four daughters who were in the nursery, being overseen by Grace. The eldest of the catgirls, aside from Felicia, Grace tended to the nursery, and though she was not pregnant she oddly had begun to lactate and enjoyed nursing Felicia's children, as well as the other half dozen babies. "Has it really been that long? I feel like I still ought to be pregnant..." Felicia said softly, "What did that so-called goddess do to me? Why do I feel so weird and..." One of the older boys rounded the corner, panting, his long black hair hanging in his face, "Mimi, the TV signal went out. We can't get anything, not even on the radio on Mei's MP3 player." Yuri managed to pant. He stared at Felicia, who was holding her midsection, her teeth clenched. "Is Sister Felicia alright?" he asked, worried, taking a step forward. "I don't..." Mimi began, only to be knocked out of the way as Felicia darted forward. "Why do I need your cock inside me?" she yowled, finishing her sentence, once more overcome with heat. The human youth's eyes widened, and he blushed at her words, not quite realizing what they meant before the catwoman impacted with him, her lips finding his, her taloned hands clawing for the zipper of his pants. Mimi shuddered, unable to stop herself from watching as her mentor removed Yuri's pants and began to work her tongue over his half-erect member. The unmistakable scent (to a catgirl's keen nose) of semen filled the air; it seemed that the strange orgasmic sensation that had struck Felicia and Mimi had hit some of the other residents as well. The catgirl found herself licking her lips, wanting to join Felicia in lapping Yuri's shaft clean of every drop, and then coaxing more from him. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the two, heat building once more in her loins. Mimi crawled over to the wall, leaning against it, her view perfect to watch Felicia and Yuri as the catwoman toyed with her young charge, coaxing him to full erection with her tongue. "Mmm... just what I need..." Felicia purred as she lowered herself onto the young man's cock. Mimi felt a stab of jealousy, loathing that it wasn't her pussy that Yuri's delicious manhood was filling, but for the moment her fingers would suffice. Mmm... maybe if she asked, Felicia would share? That seemed fair. She'd ask, just as soon as Felicia was done. The catwoman let out a yowl of pleasure as the young man filled her. He had looked confused at first, and a little afraid. But now it seemed he was quite enjoying himself, a blissful expression on his face. He almost seemed to be purring with delight. Mimi blinked at that, for Yuri was indeed purring. It was perfectly normal for a catperson to do, but Mimi was rather sure that humans didn't purr during sex. But as she drew in a breath through her nose, she found that Yuri's scent wasn't human. It was something familiar, and yet different. It was most definitely Yuri, but there was also a goodly portion of it that was feline, as well as a part of the familiar scent of the other catgirls, but... different. Silver-grey claws tore their way through the toes of Yuri's shoes and the matching talons upon the young male's fingers were digging into the carpet as Felicia really began to ride him. The catwoman's own pinkish claws tore open Yuri's shirt, caressing the strips of white, grey, and black fur they found beneath the garment. Mimi watched in fascination as fur began to grow over Yuri's skin. At first it seemed to be in a pattern like Mimi and the other catgirls had, but instead it seemed that they were stripes of darker fur, with the lighter shade emerging several seconds later. Was this what a male catperson looked like; more bestial and feral looking than the females? The young catgirl wasn't sure, but the soft shimmering coat of Yuri made her want to press up against him, to cuddle against the shiny softness. The catboy let out a playful growl and knocked Felicia's arms aside, making the catwoman tumble down atop him. He pressed ebon lips against hers, his face pushing outward slightly into a feline muzzle. Felicia didn't seem to mind and gleefully explored Yuri's new maw with her tongue. Felicia's tail lashed from side to side, something cats usually did when agitated. Mimi had seen this happen when the older catgirls were getting intimate. It meant they'd claw your face off if you interrupted them. Quite rapidly Yuri had a tail of his own joining in the motion. Mimi found herself wanting to play with it, for it was unlike her own and those of the other catgirls. It was large, thick, and very fluffy, with long, shaggy fur that Mimi wanted to run her fingers through, to cuddle up against, and to groom playfully with her rough tongue. In the span of a few minutes Yuri had gone from a well-built young human to a drop dead gorgeous snow leopard-boy with a coat of beautiful fur to die for. This sort of thing didn't just happen, and Mimi had never detected the slightest hint of anything feline in his scent, or anything supernatural for that matter. Yuri let out a feral roar as he climaxed, joined by a pleasured yowl from Felicia, who threw her head back as the catboy's seed surged into her eager body. Mimi could see the stress and tension almost oozing from her mentor's body as each jet of seed pumped into her hungry sex. With a satisfied sigh Felicia stood, revealing Yuri's altered equipment; his shaft was nearly a foot long, and rather oddly shaped if what Mimi had seen in the showers was anything to go by. It was also a shade of black that stood out against the white-grey fur of Yuri's underbelly. And despite his romp with Felicia the cute male was still hard, and he looked rather eager for more. Felicia looked somewhat confused and was staring off into space as several emotions seemed to have her in their grip simultaneously. Mimi grinned, if her mentor wasn't going to tend to the needs of the cute male, he was open for some equally needy female to take and ravish. The catgirl was on Yuri in an instant, snuggling into the snow leopard's soft pelt. The catboy had a fanged grin upon his face as he guided his length into Mimi's sopping snatch. The catgirl was more calm and placid than Felicia had been, but no less needy. Instead of on his back, Yuri sat instead, with Mimi in his lap. He purred happily, stroking her sapphire hair and licking playfully at her ears. It felt so natural to him, so right. It was what he ought to do for a soft, small, cute feline lover. He brushed a lock of bright red hair out of his eyes and tilted Mimi's head back, allowing him to look into the catgirl's needful eyes for a moment before giving her the sweet kiss she craved. -o- For the first time in quite some time Felicia's mind was perfectly clear, utterly free of the lustful fog that had bewitched it for such a long while. She wasn't sure how long exactly she had been under the influence of the demonic being that had perverted her chapel and seduced her and the other catgirls into committing such wicked, depraved acts of lust. But even as she could recognize them as such, she didn't feel any sort of anger, regret, or outrage at the actions. She'd just... had sex with one of the young men that had been entrusted to her care, while he'd transformed into a feline creature, as much snow leopard as human, unlike herself. Felicia was more human-like than cat-like, and had never seen a creature like the one that Yuri had become. Well, she had, but it hadn't been of a feline nature. But oddly there seemed to be a portion of Felicia's kind within the young male. The natural rosettes of the leopard were also joined by stripe-like markings that greatly resembled the strips and patterning of fur that grew over the bodies of all the catgirls. A year, perhaps more, spent in debauchery had certainly left its mark upon Felicia, for as she turned her gaze upon the coupling of Yuri and Mimi her first thoughts weren't to scold them about having sex before marriage, or to warn of the dangers of pregnancy, or any of a dozen other things a responsible adult ought to. Rather her thoughts were along the lines of "They look like they're having fun. I wonder if they'd mind if I joined in?" Despite the almost instinctual desire to join in, Felicia didn't feel the least bit aroused. For the first time in a long while she actually felt no sexual need whatsoever. Free of lust and of mental fog, Felicia actually felt like herself again, almost. She turned away from the mating cat-couple, ashamed at her wicked thoughts. Some darkness had slowly trickled into her soul, driving out the pure light that had once dwelled there. There was a strange disconnect between her rational mind and her emotions and instincts. She recognized that the way she was feeling was wrong, that it was strange, that it was not who she was. Yet her emotions and desires were completely anathema to the person she believed herself to be. Felicia shuddered, her fur standing on end as a shiver went through her body. Something terrible was happening nearby, but she didn't know where. Felicia closed her eyes and tried to focus upon the strange sensation, but it slipped away from her. Held almost tauntingly out of her reach. "You cannot use your mistress' power and reject it at the same time." Purred an amused voice. Felicia spun, looking all around her, but could not find the source of the strange voice. It sounded... oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place a finger on it. "Things are happening that are beyond your control, pretty kitty," the voice continued, "And the only way you're going to be able to come out of this without anyone getting hurt is to let in a little bit of that darkness." "Who are you?" Felicia growled, turning in a slow circle, not wanting to put her back to an unseen foe, she edged towards a door and tugged it open, her keen feline eyes seeing through the darkness, but finding nothing but a stairwell. "For as long as the Dark Moon is at its zenith and the Black Pantheon tests its champions, I will be your guide." The voice purred, "Beyond that? Who knows?" "Dark Moon? Black Pantheon? What's going on?!" the catwoman virtually roared, echoing up and down the empty staircase. "Your orphanage and all those within it have been plucked from your world and placed in this one. Gerrig, the dark goddess whom you are championing, has called you and others like you here to do battle. You will fight for her amusement, and out of it all one of you will rise and become champion, becoming mother or father to the next of her demigod children." The voice explained. Felicia wrinkled her nose, "I don't want any part of that, fighting, dark goddesses, demon children, anything like that! I just want to have a nice, peaceful life here. I want to help people!" The voice chuckled, "Right now there are four of your orphans fighting in your stead. The only way you're going to get to them before something unfortunate happens is to accept that the darkness is a part of you." Felicia slammed a fist into the wall, sending bits of plaster falling onto the steps. "Dark does not always mean evil, you know. The darkness in a movie theater that lets you more easily see the screen, the warm darkness beneath your bed covers in the morning, the darkness surrounding two lovers sleeping in a tender embrace..." Felicia gritted her teeth and stopped struggling against the unfamiliar mindscape of her emotions and instincts, she let the person that the dark goddess had forced her into becoming taken over. But only for a moment, and in that moment she heard feral growls of rage and a cry of pain. It was enough, she knew where she needed to be. Her claws clicked upon the tile floor as she burst out the front door, heading towards the fish pond behind the orphanage. Felicia hoped she would be in time...

Point being, Elizabeth had an idea going forward, and she needed her little pup to be in just the right mental and physical state that he wouldn’t be able to put up a fight even if he wanted to; it was going to need a supreme amount of balance and acrobatics to avoid either of them getting hurt, and while the serval was quite confident in her elasticity, it could only go so far before she risked tumbling at an odd angle and thoroughly ruining their wonderful night together. Best to wait until Shrap was little more than a pile of stuffed nutflesh with a small wolf on top begging for someone to help him relieve himself, that way he wouldn’t do something stupid like try and use his hands when she began climbing him. She didn’t blame him; the pressure in those cumtanks of his was already high enough that he didn’t need her weight on top of them making them worse, but that was hardly her problem, now was it? Best that the wolf get used to it, because she hadn’t puffed her mound up as much as she had just for show, nor had she turned up the flow on her femcum just to fill the air; oh no, she was going to give it to him, and in such absurd quantities that Shrapnel would have to take it, lest he end up drowning in her arousal. Granted, he probably would like to go through that, but that’d have to be left for another time; that night, she had something planned, and this something needed her to very carefully clamber onto Shrapnel, even more carefully turn around so her colossal rump could serve as a “roof” above the wolf’s head… and so her muff was right there for him to plunge his head into. He would as well; had the serval done nothing else, her mate would’ve absolutely dived in, even if he didn’t think about doing it; it’d be automatic, more of a muscle response than anything more conscious, and she was certain to receive the best that Shrapnel’s tongue could provide. Liz, however, was not looking to be serviced; quite the contrary, as her intention was to push herself onto Shrapnel and force him to take everything she had to give! Again, not that she had to actually “force” him to do anything, he’d gladly do it by himself if he had the chance, but there was just something so thoroughly enjoyable about being able to dictate terms of engagement that made the experience far more delectable than it had any right to be. Thus, Liz climbed atop the mountain of nutflesh and unceremoniously plopped her muff directly onto Shrapnel’s face, not so much covering it as she did thoroughly submerge the poor guy in her mound. She didn’t have to wait any longer than a moment or two either; Shrap knew exactly what to do the moment his face was underneath so much of his mate, and even if his brain wasn’t working all that well after such a thorough beating by the rest of him (and her), it still knew how to work the wolf’s tongue, and it damned right knew how to swallow. Not exactly the most orthodox of experiences, and not something he usually did; mostly, he stuffed Liz, not the other way around, but he wasn’t going to say no to it if it was offered! It’d be rude, and a waste, and frankly a completely missed opportunity for him to do something he rarely had the chance to do! Besides, it wasn’t as if his taste buds were functional anymore, not after first contact with the kind of flavour profile gushing out of the serval; if ever there was anything he could taste, it was now garbage compared to the mannah dripping in such abundant quantities from within Liz’s folds. To describe it would be to commit a great injustice upon it, to even try was folly; it was filling, delicious, and filling, and also filling now that he thought about it. ‘Twas almost as if each mouthful counted for ten or so, stuffing his throat with the stuff and bloating his stomach out, though only ever for a couple of seconds at best; whatever was happening, the juices were vanishing from within him… and reappearing somewhere else a few seconds later, it would seem. Shrapnel missed it at first, but after the walls started breaking down, it became a little more than obvious that his balls were swelling up even faster than before, if that was at all possible; not just that, but the gaping hole that was his sheath had finally begun to fill, with the pressure mounting behind it having reached a critical tipping point, bending the cockring out of shape as the monster it was made to hold finally had enough of its confinement. Groaning, creaking metal reverberated through what was left of the air, Liz smiling from ear to ear as she felt the ring break apart inch by inch; soon, it would shatter entirely, sending shrapnel flying away from Shrapnel in every direction, and finally freeing the wolf from his dreadful plight. Once it was done, she would receive her prize, the bestial shaft hidden deep within that cavernous pit, waiting to spear her from end to end and turn her whole body into a cum dumpster; wouldn’t be the first time she was more or less stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, oozing spunk from every orifice and begging for more all the while, and if she had anything to say about it, it wouldn’t be the last time either. No, she had plans, and these involved giving Shrapnel his fill until she could hear his nuts creaking as their skin struggled to stretch out to accommodate for how much they were having to bloat; she needed him to drink deep of her until he was drunk from her arousal, drunk from her femcum, silently begging for more and more and always more until there was nothing but the need for it left inside of him. It was easy enough, to be perfectly honest; it wasn’t as if Shrapnel was a complicated man, and all that was really needed of her was to present something for the wolf to happily take it. To shove her muff onto his face and make him guzzle down her juices though, that one worked far too easily; one would say it was almost disappointing, if Elizabeth hadn’t been expecting just that to happen. All she needed to do was keep herself there and everything solved itself: Shrapnel kept his mouth open, Shrapnel kept gulping, his balls kept getting fuller, and finally, after what felt like a small eternity, the cockring broke apart. It happened in just a second, a moment really, when the structural integrity of the metal circle reached its lowest possible point, followed by a loud and ringing pling and two distinct crashes when the two halves of the former whole embedded themselves into different sections of the foyer’s walls. Almost immediately after, with a loud and rumbling groan that seemed to shake the whole building down to its foundations, Shrapnel’s dick was free. Well, for a certain definition of what “free” meant; it no longer had a cockring to keep it back, letting it rise proudly from its sheath and grace the whole world with it magnificence, but unfortunately for any would-be observers, this moment of freedom was as fleeting as the last remnant of Shrapnel’s sanity. There would be no waste there: Elizabeth might’ve had her muff firmly pressed against her lover’s face, but she was still a serval, and that meant her agility and flexibility were unmatched. It was therefore with almost no difficulty whatsoever that Liz twisted around and aimed herself just so that the emerging shaft would pierce straight through her lips, slam into her cervix, then plow right on through. Describing the experience would take a bit more vocabulary than Elizabeth had at the moment, but if she were to try, it’d something along the lines of shouting for Shrapnel’s name in between using God’s name in vain several times in a row per second, every second, for about half an hour or so. That should get one close to the idea of what it might be like to experience even a fraction of what Elizabeth went through in that one glorious, transcendent instant where her insides were stuffed, split open, and filled up all at once, when her body was shattered and made whole by the biggest dicking she’d ever received. Yes, Shrapnel had been larger before, but only after the two of them had been going at it for a while, usually about an hour or so; never had she had the privilege of having the first thrust be that big, and frankly? She’d been missing out. In one of her last moments of lucidity, Elizabeth wasted her time thinking about how she could’ve been getting that all the time if she wanted to, yet only then had seen fit to try it; an absolute waste of time, talent, and the kind of cum production that would leave most breeder farms scarlet with envy… but not anymore. Now she had that cock firmly lodged inside of her, stretching her out to such an absurd extent that, were it not for her own malleable biology, she would’ve literally been broken in twain far before she had the opportunity to realise that was the case. But her being what she was, and a serval on top of that as well, it was child’s play to take all of it and still come out the other end screeching to be filled further, letting everyone else in the apartment block know, in no uncertain terms, just what was going on behind closed doors. Not that either of the two cared much about keeping it quiet; hell, it made it even better, knowing that their neighbours were more or less stuck there listening to it happening, unable to do anything about it other than sit there and gro increasingly red in the face as it got louder and louder… that, or get the hell out of dodge while they still could, before the growth spurts began in earnest and the couple of horndogs on the fifth storey made that decision for them. Already the building was feeling it, the not-nearly-thick-enough floor cracking under the weight of two increasingly bigger and fuller lovers whose general approach to caution was to throw it out the window and forget it ever existed. Better to live in the moment, to exist as a present being and eschew any sort of continuity; they, better than anyone else, knew just how fickle fate could be, how at any moment they might do something that triggered their release response and caused a cascading failure that would bring the whole building down around them. It was, therefore, in their best interest to act as if any given second could be the last one before climax… because it absolutely could be. And that being the case, they had very little incentive to hold back; if it could all be over at any moment, it stood to reason they should be going all-out, nevermind how much damage this was doing to their environs. The walls might break and the grounds around the building might flood, but as long as the two of them had one another, that was all that mattered in the end; besides, Liz was reasonably certain she could take most of what Shrapnel could pump out, so if anything, the rest of the apartment block would only have to deal with a small-ish inundation rather than anything more catastrophic. Like that one time. Or the other time. Or those other three or four occasions, those also counted to an extent. Even still, nothing of that calibre was important, not next to the absurdity that was their bodies, the immenseness of their forms, the ridiculous quantities of juices flowing freely as like rivers, nothing mattered before the gigantic shaft piercing through the serval’s folds, all-but forcing her to shriek and wail at the top of her lungs. It was the sort of noise that awoke things in Shrapnel that even the wolf didn’t know existed, the kind of sounds an animal might hear if they were in heat, designed specifically to entice further arousal; that wasn’t his mate, begging him to go harder, that was a breeding machine needing to be filled and fueled in the only way that it possibly could… in the only way he possibly could. There was so much of it to give as well; by his reckoning, most of their apartment had likely been flattened already, leaving nothing but his balls, stuffed to the nines with spunk and still growing at a rate too quick for them to ever be truly emptied. Except, of course, he was still going to try; he wasn’t a quitter, that much he still remembered, and if nothing else, then the simple fact that Liz could grow as big as she had was proof positive that she could grow some more, or, in this particular case, be made to grow some more. Be made to bloat and swell, pumped full of spunk until her insides weren’t so much painted white as they were permanently stained, leaving her with enough of a load to keep her well and warm for several months afterwards… at least, for the first couple of pumps. There was a hell of a lot more where those would come from, and Shrapnel wasn’t about to hold back just because he was already flooding the building; hell, the fact that he was doing so was only further evidence that he desperately needed to be emptied out as quickly as possible, lest something worse happen, like he suddenly develop an extra pair of nuts just to hold in all that deliciously hyper-potent seed. No such silliness though; Liz was all he needed, and Liz was right there! All he had to do was muster up the willpower to actually move his hips, to buck forward and thrust into her, rather than simply sitting there and letting his arousal do all of the work for him. It’d take a bit, at least by the standards the two used, and a non-insignificant amount of mental resources to boot, but once Shrapnel crossed that barrier and threw himself fully into his work… there was no turning back. Elizabeth might’ve been in charge up until then, but that no longer was the case, nor would it ever be again, not after what the wolf went through. It was less a change and more of metamorphosis, where the shy and submissive little pup that the serval had wrapped around her little finger was sloughed off like an old skin, revealing the true monster lying underneath, waiting for an opportunity to strike: the “inner” Shrapnel, the one guided purely by a desire to breed, a desire to rut, a need to fuck like an animal and nothing else. The Shrapnel who didn’t care about being called a good boy or having Elizabeth pat him on the head, but only about the serval as a mating partner, the other half of an equation he himself filled the rest of. There was no love there, no adoration, certainly no tenderness either; those were for the other ones, the Shrapnel and Liz that lived in the other world, where they had the time to waste thinking about such frivolous nonsense as that. Themselves though? The ones that were there? Oh, they knew better; they knew better, and were better, and as soon as Shrap was done getting started, they were going to climb to heights never once thought possible before; hell, the only reason they weren’t there already was precisely because Shrapnel had to get started, his body being a slight bit too much for him to just kick into gear without some preparation. So he closed his eyes, letting his hands do most of the work, and on their own, they found Elizabeth’s rump; not exactly hard, given how huge it was, but still, a good job for a pair of graspers disconnected from any conscious input. Next came his paws, anchored onto his own nuts, the wolf barely feeling it amidst the general sense that he was half a second away from popping anyway; and finally, his eyes: open. He saw it all: Elizabeth, in all of her grandeur, bloated and stretched, leaking and milking all over what used to be an apartment, and was now little more than a blast zone brought down by two impossibly massive and burgeoning bodies. He smelt her, sensed her, the combination of her femcum and pheromones, of her fertility mixed with his own musk, driving him crazy beyond measure, leaving no room for any thoughts that did not pertain to breeding her. And from the way she looked back at him, with those wide purple eyes of her, with that begging expression stamped on her face, it was clear to Shrapnel that she wanted exactly what he did; in fact, he figured the only reason she wasn’t shouting at him to go deeper was the cock stretching most of her body out into a living cum dumpster, making it hard to speak words when opening her mouth caused spunk to spurt out from it. But she didn’t need to say anything; Shrapnel knew. He knew what she wanted even if she couldn’t utter it, and he’d give it to her, free of charge and with enough gusto to leave her (literally) floored; so with his hands firmly stuck on her ass, and his paws providing as much leverage as they’d ever be able to, he thrust forward. A few things happened at once, none of which the two lovers were in any fit state to even begin to understand… but they happened regardless. Firstly, the house they were inside ceased being; not just their apartment unit either, but the entire building around it: the floor above and below, and all others stacked in a formerly-neat order, all of them were rendered into their constituent ingredients and then turned to dust, before even the tiny specks were atomized and reduced to their smallest possible forms. This was followed by a thunderous crash and a thooming boom that the whole city, as well as most of the outlying neighbourhoods, would mistake for an explosion in the industrial sector before they bothered looking up and saw what was waiting for them on the horizon. Secondly, whatever sort of sizes either Shrapnel or Liz had been working with also ceased mattering entirely; in that one moment, when the wolf actually tried, the two were no longer small enough to be contained by a singular house… or any structure made by mortal kind, for that matter. They might’ve been, immediately after they were unleashed upon the world, but a few seconds more and they were both encroaching upon sizes big enough to flatten entire city blocks, leaving them entirely uncontrollable barring the use of some kind of super-sized arena… and even that wouldn’t last them for longer than just a few more seconds at the rate that they were swelling. For the third thing that happened was that both Shrapnel and Elizabeth’s bodies noticed what had happened, knew exactly what they had to do, and immediately proceeded to overcompensate by producing far more of everything than they would ever need, which was itself a baseline that had been shifted so perilously upwards by virtue of them being who they were that the “improved” versions began to strain mathematics as most people knew them. Liz didn’t need to make so much milk in her tits that she could feed the whole country, yet she still did; she didn’t need to have so much femcum gushing out of her that it washed away several cars and filled up entire avenues, creating torrents which none could stand against, but her titanic mound did so anyway. Likewise, there was no practical requirement for Shrapnel’s nuts to suddenly inflate to about five times their already gargantuan size, and yet there he was, ten times larger and hundred times more productive, and with no end in sight to the ever-escalating spiral that would only end in disaster. All three things took place quickly enough that both Shrap and Liz were left physically unable to process either of them; maybe if they had enough time to go through the mental and emotional backlog, they could’ve rationalised it in some way that made sense, but being beset by it all at once, there wasn’t much in the way of time for them to develop the right neural pathways to even begin to go through the onslaught of sensory overload burning through their bodies and leaving them little more than empty shells, to be filled by their own arousal, their raw horny energy, until they exploded outwards like supernovae… or something along those lines. Not exactly easy to think when one’s neurons were being repurposed purely to transmit pleasure responses and dump serotonin in industrial quantities into Shrapnel and Elizabeth’s brains, not easy to think when one’s entire form was being restructured from the ground up to do one thing, and one thing only: rut. Not fuck, not make love, not any synonym, but rut, rut like two animals who didn’t know anything other than the carnal, primal need to propagate themselves and make more of their offspring. Not that they would; much as Shrapnel was getting busy dumping far more cum inside of Elizabeth than she could feasibly ever use, the fact of the matter was that the serval’s body just wasn’t ready for the kind of filling it was receiving. It was elastic, yes, absolutely flexible even for her species, but there was only so much that a single pair of ovaries and a regular-sized womb could do… which, of course, could only mean one thing. Elizabeth’s growth abilities weren’t restricted purely to the outside, after all, and though she only rarely warped and modified her internal side, barring the milk glands in her tits, she was still more than capable of doing so if she put her mind to it. But that time, something more was needed, and though Liz herself wasn’t aware of it, what with her body acting of its own accord, there was a way to fix the problem of not having enough room for all the young that Shrapnel could bless her with: just make her babymaker bigger. It was such a simple solution, and one that was entirely within her reach as well; all she needed to do was focus enough and her womb would start bloating, going with the flow of cum and expanding in every direction, pushing her belly out until she had a noticeable bump, then one that appeared nine months pregnant with triplets, then kept on going until any measure of comparison with a realistic pregnancy lost any and all meaning. She was flooded, so full that even her malleable physiology was starting to feel the strain of keeping up, leaking cum all over the place as it mixed together with her own juices to create something that could, very charitably, be described as the purest distilled essence of fertility. Really, anyone who so much as got close to it ran the risk of impregnation, regardless of what kind of equipment they were packing or whether or not they were even carrying life already to begin with; the scent in and of itself would drive the city crazy within seconds, and with how much of it there was, it didn’t take long before it began coursing through the suburbs surrounding the central metropolis. But even that wasn’t enough, or at least, not enough for those two; they could’ve stopped there, but doing so would’ve been to deny their true nature, and neither of them were in the mood for self-restraint. Rather, Shrapnel wanted to breed, Liz wanted to be bred, and together, the two of them were keyed in to start rapidly changing and shifting to better serve this one purpose… mostly by way of elasticity and stretchiness, but still. There was something to be said about how easily the serval’s body took to being flooded with seed; most people would’ve just started backblasting the moment they were, well, full, but not her. She knew better than to waste a single drop, making all the thousands of gallons spurting out of her that much more painful for her to let go; granted, this barely amounted to a fraction of a decimal point compared to what she was being stuffed with, but even so much as a tiny, insignificant ounce of it being splattered on the ground would’ve been too much wasted. Nevertheless, the serval couldn’t afford to be picky, not when she had a city-block-sized dick stretching her out and making it impossible for her to even so much as squirm around, let alone move or… do anything, really. But that was just the way she liked it: why bother spending any time doing anything at all when she could be getting railed by a cock larger than most people could even imagine cocks could get, knowing as she did that it was only going to get bigger the more she kept it going? As long as Shrapnel was given what he wanted, he was just going to keep growing, and as long as he kept growing, she was going to keep being filled. More and more, feeling as her womb was stretched and moulded and turned into nothing more than a baby factory, stuffed and filled and pumped to the point where even it wasn’t enough. The serval had never thought it possible that her mate’s seed could go further than it was technically allowed; even in their most wild of fantasies, even in their most dangerously careless of moments, there was always a limit to how far they could stretch themselves, both figuratively and literally. More specifically, wombs were for filling, nothing else, so when Liz closed her eyes and suddenly felt something she never had before, the creeping of spunk as it was pushed further and further into her, far past where it had at any previous point… she didn’t quite know how to react. It couldn’t be possible, because her body was designed to stop it… wasn’t it? She couldn’t just suddenly change like that for no reason, even after having grown so much, and yet, the more she tried to sense it, the more obvious it became that no, she was absolutely right: her womb was stuffed, and lacking any more room, more had to be made: thus, the only reasonable solution was to keep pumping more spunk into the one part of her that still had room: her Falopian tubes… and her ovaries. She didn’t know how she knew it, only that she did. It was instinctual, in a way, almost like she was aware of every part of her inner body and just happened to know that the pressure she felt next to her egg storage wasn’t just the rest of her pushing against them, but rather the continuous pumping of Shrapnel’s seed doing what it could to find more room in which to be pressure-hosed. It wasn’t even liquid anymore, or even syrupy like it got during most of their sessions, but rather something else entirely, a thick and viscous form of matter that somehow managed to find space to compress itself into where other forms didn’t, leaving Liz with effectively no room within her to fit any more… and yet she did, mostly by bloating outwards and making more room. Further and further the flood pressed, deeper and onward until it was lapping at the very gates of her ovaries; she didn’t know what it would do to her, given what sort of fertility she was blessed with, but it was absolutely going to be explosive, and not metaphorically either. She wasn’t going to explode, but everything else around her certainly was, especially once Shrapnel realised what was going on and actually started trying again. An interesting notion, considering he was already bucking his hips as quickly as he could, though at the sizes the two were operating at, this was… relative at best. Sure, he moved himself a foot or two in opposite directions, but with his shaft approaching on the first mile in length, and the two nuts beneath it making the damned thing look positively miniscule in comparison, this hardly amounted to anything. It was enough though, and more than sufficient for what the two of them had… well, “planned” was perhaps not the best word, but what their bodies were telling them was the best course of action. Shrapnel would keep pumping, Liz would keep bloating, and the city around them would keep crumbling as they both carried on taking every inch of space available to them. No worries, no concerns, just an endless and unstoppable climax reaching ever greater and more absurd heights, topping out once the sheer amount of cum inside of the serval was finally enough to shatter the final barrier and start flooding her ovaries. She had her ideas on how much it would affect her, and her fantasies on top of that; she’d thought it impossible before, but that hadn’t stopped her from idly wondering about what it would be like if it did happen. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately depending on one’s point of view, none of these musings and fantastical thoughts had, at any point, even remotely approached the truth of what it would be like to have her egg factories flooded directly by her mate’s virile seed. Oh, she could certainly stack exponentials on it, multiply it a few dozen times and then lose herself in even more fantasy, but it would hardly ever come close to what actually happened the moment her egg makers were stuffed just as hard as the rest of her had been. Nothing could ever come close to the sensations that came with both of her ovaries unloading all of their contents, seemingly figuring that, if they were being fertilised directly, they might as well make sure every last one of their eggs was released into the flood of seed, to better ensure a rush of new life, as was befitting Liz’s status as a broodmother supreme bar none. Nothing would compare to the taste of heaven that came from her two ovaries clenching and what felt like millions of egg cells being pumped into her tubes all at once to meet the onslaught of sperm ready and eager to meet them. Nothing would come close to the transcendence of being fertilised an uncountable number of times over, of having herself suddenly burst forth with life to such an obscene degree that her belly alone was forced to cover most of the city just to compensate. Liz couldn’t help it: one moment she was merely as big as needed to fit all the spunk being pumped into her, the next she had made Shrapnel look downright tiny when next to her immense, sky-blotting, looming, gravid belly, the same one that, just a moment later, very nearly doubled in size as even more life was created… then again, and again, cracking the ground beneath her, causing quakes to reverberate for miles around, disrupting flights and weather patterns purely through sheer volume, causing local gravity to shift as Shrapnel’s response to it all was to stuff her fuller of even denser cum! Again and over itself until the process reached an apex, then kept going as if there weren’t laws against it, physical laws that could not, and should not be ignored, yet were anyway. Elizabeth kept going until her very sense of self became diffused: she was no longer just a serval, but her belly, her womb, her hyperactive, somehow-producing-eggs-again ovaries, the cock inside her still, her milky tits, Shrapnel. She was everything around and in her, embodied fully into her role as a broodmother, unable to think, unable to conceptualise beyond this state, unwilling to go further still if it meant giving up the bliss she felt at that exact time. She was perfect, and as she grew bigger and more fertile, as the number of young within her tipped over to seven digits and she already felt her water break, ready to flood a good chunk of the continent, Elizabeth knew that her plans for the night had gone perfectly. For just a moment. Then the part of herself that could even think about plans was consumed and repurposed to create yet more broodmother brain. She had better things to do, after all.

With the list of kinks ready to go, it was only a matter of time before something took the panel away; indeed, it was barely even ten seconds before it began to slide back into the ground, though mercifully not with the tiles as well that time around. Azure still took a couple of tentative steps back just to be sure, only to find herself tripping over her own tail and falling backwards and headfirst into a pool of water. How exactly the wall behind her, the one that was supposed to lead back outside, had vanished completely was anyone’s guess; the snake was far past the point where she had any interest in making sense of what was happening, so sudden spatial distortions? Perfectly fine as far as she cared. Flailing around in her inelegant attempts at swimming upwards, Azure would soon break through the surface and into what looked to be an olympic-sized swimming pool. There were bleachers on both sides of it, with an immense window covering the far wall; it was nighttime in that weird dimensional pocket, with the interior lit by bright, ceiling-mounted lamps. All in all, it had the trappings of a perfectly regular swimming pool, if not for having shown up from literally nowhere. Dragging herself up from the water took quite a while, given her already prodigiously-endowed nature; swimming with a pair of breasts large enough to cover a significant portion of her chest was bad enough, and adding a set of nuts of equal size made it even worse. At least her shaft was still kept safely inside of herself… though that was soon to change, for she wasn’t alone in there. Tim was next to her, even if they hadn’t been a mere second before. One moment, Azure was completely alone; the next, she blinked, and the lynx was right next to her, completely naked and floating in the air. The shock of seeing them appear from nowhere was only slightly tempered by the lynx appearing to be quite different from their usual self: rather than the egregiously curvaceous body they normally sported, they were completely flat, featureless between the legs, and their face had been molded into a shape that made it significantly difficult to guess which side of the biological aisle they were meant to be sitting in that day. Plus, they were floating, which was… odd. To say the least. “How do you like my new place?” they spoke up, apparently preferring to skip introductions completely, “Been working on it for a while, I apologize for the landing; you were supposed to show up sitting on one of the seats, but uh… yeah, you know.” No, she didn’t know. If anything, Azure was more confused than ever, especially once the lynx flew over to above her head. “Anyway, if you came around, then that can only mean one thing,” they carried on, thoroughly nonplussed by their guest’s obvious confusion, “you wanted to take up my offer, didn’t you~?” “W-well, yeah!” the snake found the courage to respond, “I just… didn’t expect… this?” “No one ever does!” the lynx chuckled, performing a few twirls before landing next to their not-so-little experiment, “Now, I presume I don’t have to run you through the rules again? Good, fantastic” - the follow-up came too quickly for Azure to say anything, leaving her slightly stumbled over what she was supposed to do next - “in which case, we’re moving straight to the first challenge! But first… a treat.” The cat extended their hand towards the snake, revealing a small piece of candy on its palm. Not thinking too much of it, the snek took it and proceeded to chomp it down in just a couple of bites; it was smooth, tasted of milk and sugar, and left her feeling surprisingly full. Quite full. So full that it took her a bit to realize it wasn’t her stomach sending her those signals. “The rules for this challenge are quite simple, really,” the lynx giggled, snapping their fingers and freeing Azure from the oppressive grip of clothing, “you manage to get to the other end of the pool without stopping and I’ll award you points for performance! You can then spend them however you like, the only rule being tha-” “I can’t shrink myself’” the snek cut through. “Oh no, you can do that” - Tim approached their prey, smiling like a lunatic - “but trust me when I say: you won’t want to~” With that, they vanished in a puff of smoke, reappearing on the far end of the pool and waving at Azure to come over as quickly as possible. Already the snake was starting to regret her decisions, the sheer amount of milk pouring out of her being enough to leave her feet even more drenched than they already were. As if that weren’t bad enough, the pressure she felt on her chest was starting to “split up” somehow, and an exploratory poke underneath her bust found exactly what she feared: two inflamed nubs, already leaking, already growing at a fast enough rate that they’d match her original pair of milkers in just a handful of minutes. With no time to lose, Azure threw herself over the edge and into the water, trying to remember how to swim after so many years without using the skill. Not only did her first two breasts get in the way of her moving in the water, now she had to contend with an extra row offering resistance as ample as its own size, with her cock deciding that now of all times would be a great opportunity to leave its internal sheath and squeeze its way into her twin cleavages. No amount of struggling seemed to get her any close to her destination, a trail of thick, white cream being left in her wake and spreading over the surface of the water. It seemed that for every yard she swam, the cat was three more further away… and yet their smile, their toothy grin, never once grew out of focus. It was maddening, and if not for Azure being slightly used to episodes of extreme productivity, she might’ve given up halfway through; mercifully for the both of them, she somehow managed to climb out of the pool on the other side, drenched with water and milk, four breasts covering about half of her body with their combined girth, shaft poking her chin from beneath. For their part, Tim seemed positively elated that their friend had made it all the way there, even ignoring how badly they were panting and just how much of a toll that swim had taken on their body. They said a great many things, none of which registered with Azure, before giving the snek a smooch on their forehead and vanishing into thin air, leaving her alone with herself, her noises, and her milk. It was dripping now, splattering heavily onto the cold, wet ground, filling her ears with its rhythmic pitter patter. It was joined by the quiet sloshing of the fluids inside of her, promising so much leaking that Azure felt it better not to dwell on it too much; besides, there was another monitor in front of her, having seemingly appeared from nowhere. A great number of equations were displayed on it, graphs and tables detailing everything that could possibly be described about her performance in the “swim challenge”. She was utterly convinced most of it was complete nonsense, seeing as it ended in the rather arbitrary amount of thirty-six points; after a confirmation prompt, the screen went black again, replaced by the same six kinks she had input earlier… except that time, they had sliders next to them. … well, that was a no-brainer. Adjusting it so that options three and nine were split evenly, Azure pressed down on the second confirmation button, and almost immediately regretted her decision. The multiplier hit her before anything else did, acting retroactively on the boost to her milk production and sending it into overdrive; the snake was slightly too preoccupied with how hard she was gushing to notice that at least her double rows hadn’t doubled up as well, what with the rest of jer bod bloating outwards by an insane degree. She felt the tip of her tail slam into the water behind her, the appendage coiling over itself as it covered an insane amount of ground; her head fired upwards towards the ceiling, height magnified just as much as her tail had been, with her assets following suit simultaneously. Perhaps Azure thought that by making her body larger in general, then her tits, nuts and ass would be slightly easier to manage. Fate, however, conspired to ensure this simply wouldn’t happen, as everything attached to her remained the exact same size proportional to the rest of her, regardless of how tall she got. Six feet gave way to seven before finally resting on almost ten, with the sheer amount of mass added to her… well, everything being enough to throw her off-balance, even if her center of gravity hadn’t actually changed. Everything seemed miniscule by comparison to what it had just been a few moments ago, and when Azure reasoned out how tall she actually was, the snake was hit with a sinking feeling deeper than the pool she had emerged from. If her perspective was already so screwed with a mere five feet added to her height, what was it going to be like by the time she was done with the labyrinth? … and why did that thought not strike her as altogether negative? Quite the contrary, in fact. A door opened to her side, slamming against the wall and nearly scaring her back into the water from how hard she flinched. Nothing but darkness on the other end, broken only by a small monitor on a pedestal. Nowhere else to go but forward.

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.

Len broke into the zoo late at night, knowing her current form would attract military levels of attention if was openly seen since her trip to a local ranch. Her vagina was big enough to fit a motorbike inside thanks to an entire troupe of mares, and she had a horse phallus that matched her entire body in height! If that wasn't enough she weighed only half as much as she should, spoke using someone else's voice, had a second normal body, the legs of a cow, ass big enough to snap most chairs like toothpicks, six arms and two normal human breasts paired with two udder-like breasts bigger than a prized Holstein! The dark blood gemstone in her bracelet seemed to devour any light that touched it, and allowed her the power to steal traits from anything she wanted to! Len lived a timid life, stepping aside for others and taking a back seat because she never believed in herself. Now she had the power to take whatever she wanted! What she wanted was simple enough- to have as much pleasure as possible! This zoo also had an aquarium area and aviary, so she had all sorts of creatures to take from! She could gather all the best traits from everything and become like a god! The first thing she needed though was more leg- her vagina was many times too big for even her prodigious hips and bolstered bovine legs. Every movement grinded her shimmering black labia together and caused her huge fist sized clit to pop out looking for attention. Who had taller legs than a giraffe? She managed to shuffle her way to their huge pen to see two of them and a calf. She liked her huge ass and bovine bits already so she had to think of how this would work. The giraffe would be screwed without its legs as well, and she didn't want to hurt this animal family. She smiled like a mad woman as she swung her right arms through the air and space itself became warped and corrupt. Her legs lengthened very quickly and bulked up strangely. She was taking the legs of a giraffe but the bovine and human combined leg traits were not mixing or being overridden, causing them to eventually split apart like oil and water, leaving her with four legs. The area between them extended and became similar to the torso of a giraffe, making her like a strange centaur! Her rear legs remained as they were however even still, only taking enough length to properly accommodate the huge vaginal lips, causing her rear end to be very low compared to her front. To prevent one of the giraffe from being messed up, she collapsed two into one- a single adult giraffe with two sets of rear legs and two heads! The feeling of flesh, muscle, and bone stretching was wonderful! Her huge cock bounced against her underside as if nodding in approval of her actions so she decided she wanted some more size. There was no beast bigger in this zoo than an elephant! There was only one in its pen, and its pen was about to become much more roomy and luxurious to it soon enough! The elephant looked around confused as everything around it seemed to get bigger. Len moaned, feeling herself up with her six arms as her body groaned and muscle tissue creaked at the rapid growth. She still looked the same but grew several inches each second till she absolutely towered over the area! She moved over a lamp post and lowered her vagina onto it, using it as a dildo. Laughing insanely, she looked down on everything as she pleasured herself, her front four hands tugging milk out of her four giant teats. Frightened by the unknown creature before them, the peacock in their pens opened up their impressive tails in challenge and Len unfortunately accepted. The color drained from their feathers and resplendent prismatic patterns appeared at the ends of her hair as it grew down low enough to almost be able to cover her top two titanic boobs. Spotting them not too far off was the swans and all of their wigs started to shrink away, but did not change Len- she was sending the traits elsewhere. She grunted and slammed her rear hips into the ground and rolled on top of the lantern in a bit of frustration- it wasn't quite big enough for her. She went to reach down with her lower arms to masterbate her cock but was surprised when she realized her body was too long now! She couldn't reach nearly far enough to grab it, and she had gone overboard with her vagina, making her cock surprisingly tame in comparison! She wouldn't be able to fit into the aquarium area now, but knew what was there, so tried to steal traits remotely and sure enough it worked. Her cock was pure black from the horses but as it stretched larger now pink spots started to appear. The lower half gained an outward curve and the upper gained an inward curve, the base became thicker than normal human hips but the top half remained relatively the same thickness as before. The cock wobbled to and froe as it lengthened, a wonderful but agonizingly slow and persistent pressure drove her crazy as it stretched and stretched, creaking like stressed leather. It surpassed her front legs in length and in a seated position stopped its growth where her human and beast halves met, which was just long enough for her lower arms to reach the huge flare of. She took the cock size from a whale! As she rubbed rigorously at the dinner-plate width of her flare she worried a bit about being seen. Even under the cover of night, she was gigantic and couldn't really hide. Her skin started to take on the exact pattern of the bricks of the sidewalk under her, as she stole the camouflage ability of an octopus. The stars in the night sky started to burn out above her as she stole their radiance as well, for when she wanted to be seen. Arcane turned off the news broadcast with a heavy sigh. "So, the city is in absolute chaos, people who are even still able to are evacuating like rats off a sinking ship. I get you to do ONE good thing, and this is what happens?!" Occult shrugged. "I told you being nice was stupid. She seems to be having a lot of fun with it though, so I Win your dumb dare- I am great at doing good, and, well everything really." Arcane's arms fell limp at her sides in bewilderment. "Are you kidding me? You are terrible, you destroyed an entire city! She could swallow the entire world at this rate!" Occult scoffed. "You aren't seriously blaming me for that? I gave her the power, what she does with it isn't my problem. People don't notice little mistakes like that, like the previous story where she took her bra off twice in a row without having put it back on. Its an erotica- no one notices stuff like that." "...huh?" "Never mind. If you want me to clean up her mistakes too I will, just to show you how insignificant of a problem it actually is." Occult took on his human form of Ulysses and the aspect of his bunny form. His ears grew long and huge, well past their ability to hold themselves up- they were nearly as long as his entire arms. His nose slightly reshaped and he gained small whiskers and a pom-pom tail. Black fur covered his arms and legs to the elbow and knee joints and his legs reshaped as the nails on his hand became tiny claws. He braced himself and the ground below him buckled. When Occult jumped into the air several chunks of cement were yanked into the air with him from the force while he reached the eighth floor level of nearby buildings. With another hop nearly caving in an entire wall of a building he already reached Len, a street over. She was not at all hard to spot and already radically different. After the zoo she was too temped by all the people passing by in the city to not borrow a bit here and there. Their aggression toward her borrowing from them however caused her to make more in retaliation. The result was Len looking like the final boss of some hentai video game and the city was being flash evacuated. For starters her bestial lower half was now literally doubled- the inner facing legs on either front were fused together, so she had three legs just below where her human part ended, but then two complete animal torso each ending in their own rear end, but mirroring one another. The tasseled tails on either rear had been replaced by the front half of a snake- seeing them had reminded her of mythical creatures like the chimera who have snake tails, and decided that was something she should have too. Wanting the ability to take a partner in either hole she gave herself a second phallus on either side, but growing in above the existing one she wanted it to be thicker, better suited for anal so she used the shape of a canine penis- though the size was more like the entire body of a dog. Her vagina were grown bigger and bigger, stretching the underside of either lower torso to be more conical to accommodate the huge depths, and became so large she was practically dragging herself when she moved around. Her balls grew to be like medicine ball sized, and were closely attached to the front curve of her huge vaginas. Her phallus size and overall body size grew in turns- she wanted bigger cocks but didn't want to override herself with them. When her head was on the same level as the second floor of the buildings around her she realized it was a problem and stopped shrinking people down to doll size to make herself bigger. Her horse-like cocks were wide enough to take up nearly all the space between her front legs and long enough to extend some ways out after them. To everyone else their size rivalled a city bus. The canine ones were only a third as long but the perpetually engorged three-segmented knots made them twice as thick, which also forced the two shafts a bit apart from each other. For both variety and a strange blend of twisted modesty and pride she took the wings of a bat to reshape her lowest set of arms, as well as the radiantly colored scales of a coral snake, making them look more like a dragons wings. The membrane on them was so long that when rested around her human hips they actually formed a skirt of flesh to cover the front half of her inhuman self. And finally to close the gap of difference between her cow-dwarfing breasts and her tiny tits, she grew the tiny ones to a bulbous double D, and since her torso was two sets of ribs longer already anyway, she added a third set that were once again tiny. She eventually revealed herself when most people had evacuated the area anyway. She had gotten away with her theiving easily up to then thanks to her octopus cloaking. Occult landed on and sat cross-legged on one of her titanic breasts. Her tit absorbed the impact easily, rippling like water for a moment before bouncing to a stop. "My dear, have you ever heard of there being too much of a good thing?" Her eyes focussed onto his comparatively tiny face. "I know...but I want more, and that's what the dark blood bracelet is for!" Occult sighed. "And when is 'more' enough? You just need satisfaction, yea? Well I happen to know a woman who is real good at that." He snapped his fingers and several runic circles gathered together in mid air, forming a complete sphere. They flashed and vanished as a sphere of water formed in their wake, and fell away to reveal a large seawitch, Unduela. When travelling she kept her eight huge tentacles stuck together so it looked like a snakes tail, minus the scales. She was a shimmering jet black with a few stripes made of clusters of deep violet dots. Her lips, nipples and a large patch on her forehead was black as well. Her torso alone was about seven feet tall and each tentacle dwarfed her human half, so while she wasn't as big as Len, she was as close as anyone was getting except Occult's own dread dragon form. The inner sides of Unduela's tentacles were vibrant pink and secreted a mucus when she was not waterlogged. Her breasts were a huge teardrop shape on her otherwise petite looking frame, and her huge vagina sat at the center of all her writhing limbs. Even for Unduela, managing two sets of two cocks and two vagina practically big enough to ram a truck in was a little much, so Occult copied the same trick Len already used on herself- he doubled Unduela. Like an unseen mirror, Unduela became two and mirrored eachothers exact motions on either side of Len. Not exactly opposed to the idea, Len stayed where she was as Unduela slithered up to her, with her tentacles pulled together. Unduela used the slope of flesh between a huge ball and the massive labia to ascend the huge body. She split her tentacles apart once she was on top and started to writhe around, spreading the mucus over the gargantuan muscular rump. The mucus was sticky at first but became extremely slippery when it came into contact with an already wet surface. The malleable limbs wedged into and caressed every indentation between muscle and every curve of Len's rear body. Unduela hooked a tentacle on the puffy equine anus and pulled herself around over the monstrously huge vagina. Occult vanished from Len's breast and appeared just laying cross-legged with crossed arms on the end of her equine shaft, using the hot turgid skin as a place to rest. His huge ears draped around either side of the shaft brushing the glans was a terrible tease, and seeing he had an impressive pair of balls for his size, Len went to borrow a bit from him as well. Occult just shrugged and closed his eyes to relax. "Did you really think that would work on me? Please. I didn't realize it was amateur hour in here." "W-why didn't it?" "I am not a physical being, I have no body to steal traits from. My real body died well over a thousand years ago." Len's attention was quickly stolen back to her rear with a shriek of surprise when Unduela started to pushed her entire body inside of her. Using a single tentacle to penetrate the anus and grab hold of her cock's pleasure plum from there, the other seven limbs wedged themselves into the puffy but very soft and flexible boundaries of the vagina. The tentacles were folded over, so their tips still gripped and caressed the edges of the labia, and the thousands of suction cups on their undersides pressed into the contracting walls of the vagina, feeling like thousands of mouths kissing her over and over. Unduela saved her human hands to squeeze and manipulate her own bosom as she dropped her hefty endowments onto Len's huge clit. Len's legs gave out from the pleasure quickly, but because of how massive her equipment was, she actually didn't lower at all, it simply shifted her weight from her hooves to her shaft and the lower curve of her vagina. Unduela spun and pushed her limbs in and out, creating an alternating spiral and driving Len wild. Len's mouth hung open as she let out high pitched moans, her head was absolutely swimming with pleasure, and while she knew she probably looked silly her muscles trembled and contracted entirely on their own and she had little control over anything. Len started to squirm around as much as her tightened muscles allowed, because the nonstop pleasure was too much for her. Unduela occasionally slipped her breasts off the clit to kiss it, and taste the salty fluid that was cascading down onto the street in small rivers. Pushing outward as much as she could, Unduela twisted her tentacles around pulling them back, and thrusting them in as deep as she could go and lashed them back and forth through the slick soft folds. Len squeaked out as much sound as she could manage from already being out of breath and her face turned blood red as her vagina gave several short but violent pulses and two tidal waves of fluid burst out of her- so big that one alone painted the entire width of the street for nearly twenty feet back. Len gasped for breath as Unduela snaked her way out, trying to make as little movement as possible as Len was clearly already overloaded. Her cock was doing its impression of a vibrator, bobbing from need but so stiff that it simply vibrated. Her vagina had cum but her cock had only been brought to the edge and now hung their agonizingly. Unduela slithered around quickly, being able to move much faster on land now that the street was completely soaked. Len shifted her weight again to try and allow her room, even though she was still completely out of breath. Unduela slithered over the lower cock as Occult slipped off to let her work, and then she wedged herself as far down as she could. She wedged a bed of writhing tentacles between the two cocks, right to the knot which was too tightly pressed into the lower cock to allow anything between. Unduela coiled and uncoiled her multitude of limbs, kissing both shafts with her suction cups. She traced the pointed end of the canine phallus from below while thrusting her entire backside up and down the top of the equine shaft. Len was going crazy, being on the absolute edge for nearly a half minute now, each hand kneaded a different breast. Occult walked in front, bored, he wedged a finger between the projected urethral opening and the actual glans and traced the cleft. The attention to the gigantic flare sent Len at last over the edge, and all the massive veins on her shafts ballooned to maximum stiffness, the flares reached full radius- about the size of a picnic umbrella- and she came explosively. In spite of the tremendous weight of them, each jet of cum travelled a half block from the head of the cock, leaving thick white stripes down the road that would surely cause a confusion of traffic. Her top cocks soaked the lower, and the lower ones soaked the street. Occult only remained standing for half of the first jet before being knocked onto his ass. He rolled out to the side and magically shook the cum from himself, though his hair and fur were now snow white. "Huh...well, I always heard the protein is good for your hair." One pedestrian was unfortunately behind Len at the time. His friend shouting at him to get back. "No Frank, I think it is OK." He placed a cautious hand on the massive labia. "It's trembling, it's afraid." In an instant they were both ripped off their feet by a tidal wave of vaginal juices as it rolled over the street. "I regret nothing!" Unduela had to slither away quickly as Len no longer had the strength to remain up right. Like a defeated giant her legs buckled and she rolled over the soft mass of her naughty bits and collapsed onto her side, staring into nothingness as she panted and drooled. Her junk looked even more tremendous now that it didn't have her entire body weight compressing it all, and it looked like she wasn't going to be able to compact it again to stand back up without a great deal of effort. Even delirious, she moaned for more. Occult sighed and crossed his arms- glad that this wasn't his actual plan, and was only meant to prevent her from stealing more people for a while. Back in her apartment, her ex boyfriend Mike bursts in through the door calling for her, but quickly seen where she is. Lin was laying on the couch with one bent knee on the cushions and one leg dangling off. From her head was hair of platinum blond so light it was nearly white, that was now so long that it cascaded off the couch and covered the entire floor with its waves. The naval length edges of her bangs however were patterned with the prismatic patterns of a butterfly and peacock combined. Her left outer arm was adorned with what looked like a tattoo, but was in fact the stolen stripes off a tiger. Her skin had a literal dim glow and her purple iris shone with a bright light- radiance stolen from the cosmos. She was slightly bigger than before but her legs a great deal longer and more toned, making her considerably taller than Mike now. She wore nothing but a small sheet draped over her which fell away when she sat up, and also revealed her gigantic angelic wings- stolen from an entire flock of white swan. Her breasts were perfect tear shapes whether viewed from the front or sides, capped with solid edged pastel pink, slightly projected bumpy areola and eraser nipples. Her skin was flawless porcelain, adorned with constellations of freckles on the tops of her breasts and the bridge of her nose. As she rolled to the edge and got up off the couch, Mike could see those long legs ended in a tight and very round ass over good sized hips, and Venus dimples on her toned lower back. Her near-white golden pubes were cut in the shape of flames, and the tiger stripes apparently widened across her back before narrowing as they rotated around her and down her right leg, from her left shoulder. The only other adornment was a tiny round golden bell earring on either ear. Her voice was doubled over itself, deep and womanly and came from flawlessly sculpted light pink lips. "Why are you here Mike? I already said all I had to say, you have nothing for me now." He said nothing and simply undid his fly. As his cock swung down her eyelids swung open. Just as thick as a baseball bat and half as long, his uncut flaccid cock swung heavy out in the open before he dug in with a hand to bring out his apple sized balls with it. The head of his cock starting to peek out of the foreskin already, but the mighty staff took its time erecting. Puzzled, she thrust a hand forward to steal his size and send it to Len but nothing happened. Mike shook his head and spoke up. "I dumped you because it hurt me to see you thinking like that all the time, but I tried everything to make you see yourself the way others do. I couldn't help you so I let you go- for myself yes, but I hoped it would finally be the thing that made you reflect on yourself properly. I know you don't have it in you to attack me like you did earlier...you did it because I hurt you. I love you Len, but you need to see yourself clearly- you need to love yourself too!" "Oh...Mike. I have tried you know, it is not like I enjoy disliking myself. The dark blood gem has almost fixed it though! Look at how beautiful I am now! Very nearly perfect! I was going to say I don't have the power to give you your cock back unfortunately...but...it seems you don't need it." "I got a lot more than that now." He flexed his muscles and they doubled in size filling his outfit to the point of bursting and then continued to expand for a few more seconds ripping all of his clothes off of him. His body was huge- statuesque. As muscular as it could possibly be without being bulbous, coupled with Lin remembering how sexy his slight Scottish accent was, made her more than willing to let him into her. She moved forward a few steps as he crossed most of the room- her soft shimmering hair made each step soft on the feet. His cock was waving back and forth in near perfect erection by the time he took her by the arms and held her close. Because of its size his cock rest between her breasts and she momentarily was torn between kissing his lips or his dick. He brought her down, cupping the sides of her breasts and running his thumbs over her erect nipples before tracing her curves to her hips and bending over to suck a nipple, while his hands caressed the roundness of her thighs. Her cheeks flushed a bit with arousal and a bit with embarrassment, she did not want it to seem like she was taking him back simply because he came back looking like a demi-god. Lin was laying on the floor with her wings spread limply across it, long enough to be curved a bit upward where they met the wall for lack of space. Mike sat upright between her toned thighs and held his cock out like an offering to her, gently patting it against her stomach a few times. Lin nodded, and Mike prepared to take his girlfriend on an ocean of her own hair. He pulled back so he could line his penis up with her plush mound. He teased her lips with the head as he lined up its trajectory and moistened his staff with her honey. He eased the head in but then paused and gave a mighty thrust making her gasp for breath. His thrusts were long and strong, causing her body to rock against the soft hair, and her breasts to rock to a different rhythm altogether. His cock was so big compared to her lean form that he could see the bulge in her abdomen up to her naval when he thrust in. It did not take long for him to feel her hot juices running down his balls and he switched from rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb, to lifting her legs and thrusting even deeper. She hit her crescendo twice before he finally came, and when he did her entire body flushed with heat, so much fluid that it felt like her entire body was filling with him, like she was practically drowning in her lover. He flopped down beside her, both were quite out of breath. Mike looked at her with a tired smile. "So, what do you say we get back together, and blow this joint. Stop stealing traits and just move to another city and start fresh." Lin still needed a moment to catch her breath. "Why another city?" "Weeeell, the citizens of this one might think your some sort of evil sorceress come to destroy the world, so they might be getting ready to try and kill you. Just a thought." "Oh yea...they do tend to react poorly to my borrowing of things. Its really superficial when you think about it!" She looked a bit down. "But...I can't stop taking yet. The more I take the more apparent it is that I am missing something! I need to fill that void! And I have taken a little bit of almost everything so I must be getting close to finding it, because there isn't much left!" She spoke the last bit through yawns, and cozied up to Mike before passing out, comfortable on the bed of hair. Mike sighed. "Well, I made up with her anyway, but I still wasn't able to stop this madness. Thanks for the help anyway, Nereid." His buff body and huge genitals melted away, slithered across the floor and reformed into a woman made of peach jelly-like goo. Mike was his old self under it all, and was unfortunately still a blank crotch. That is why the trait theft earlier did not work- Mike did not actually have the trait she was trying to take. Nereid took a bow, her jelly tits bouncing wildly from the movement. "It was fun. And I am sure master Occult has other plans to try. Usually, his forward plan is a diversion." Back on the streets, Len was on the move again, however slow due to her body not at all being built for mobility. This time however, her thoughts were much more clear. Knowing she had Mike back, and having gotten both of her bodies off cleared her thoughts considerably, which in turn caused her direction to become clouded. Where was she going to go? She already stole a bit of everything from humans and even animal unique traits. What was she still missing? He had told her she could steal traits from inanimate objects as well, perhaps that was what she needed to try? A statues chiseled beauty, a paintings unfaltering picturesque beauty, a buildings size? Occult once again appeared beside her, arms crossed. "You sure did a number on this city. I was listening to the radio and the missing persons count is impressive, not to mention all the hospitalized people looking for body parts back. You stole a heart from a baby?" Len blushed. "Its still alive, because it was magically removed and the heart wasn't harmed! I-I thought it would make me more innocent!" "That's...actually the opposite of what it did." "I know, that's why I directly borrowed its innocence afterward." "You know that's basically another word for ignorance, right?" "What? Nah." "Y- ....I was going to argue that, but realised the poetic justice. Still, good work, I gotta say. People cowering before you, you striving for perfection. You don't stop for anyone and step on whoever the hell gets in your way! You remind me a lot of myself!" "W-what?!" "Yea, you and me are a lot like each other." Len flinched, filled with a strange sensation. She had felt like a person wonderfully squeezed in their own overstuffed body, but now felt more like a person swimming within someone else's form. These traits were not a part of her! Back at the apartment, Mike quickly opened his eyes to a blinding light that exploded across the city. Streaks of even brighter light wove around buildings like phantoms, seeking people out. Without waking from her rest, Lin's entire body seemed to evaporate into these spectres and phased through the window. Before he could even think to say anything, one of the phantom streams flew into the apartment and hit Mike squarely in the crotch. He felt a strange sensation like a limb waking from sleep and realised his original penis and balls had returned! Arcane appeared beside Occult in her original form of Circe. "So...how did you do it? I figured sending the boyfriend would have to have worked..." Occult just huffed. "She needed to learn to respect herself, obviously. At least try to keep up with the plot." Arcane lowered her brows. "I know that smartass- how?" "Don't know how envy works? She wanted what everyone else had, she hated herself but loved everyone else." He paused a moment before sighing. "Do I really have to spell it out? She loves everyone else so I compared her to someone else. I am all powerful and feared- I told her she was like me- she can't hate me, so she can no longer hate herself either. Whenever she tries to nit-pick, she will see me or someone else with that trait, and it is not within her to insult anyone else." Mike came running down the streets, wearing a pair of pants he hijacked from Len's house and a spare pair with a bra for her. Because of the sheer number of stolen traits, he was able to grab the clothes, leave the apartment and run all the way over before they were done syphoning from her true form. Her form was so tiny in comparison. No flaws, nothing especially notable. She was pretty average, so there was nothing for anyone to dislike about her regardless of taste. She was perfect at being herself. And now she finally realised it. The fog of her own misjudgement was lifted and she was no longer blind. With an ear-splitting crack, the dark blood gem shattered apart and turned to dust before the fragments even hit the ground. Len slid the empty bracelet off, and tossed it away as she kissed Mike. Arcane couldn't help but smile. "Well, I suppose it did all work out then...eventually." Occult just smiled at her, flexing his brows. "Oh you think you are so clever don't you? At least you can't do that name-play thing of yours on a name as simple as Len." Occult let out a short laugh. "Really? Lent, as in, they lent her their traits. And Lin? Lint, as in a byproduct of the original." Arcane sighed. "It is exhausting being around you." Arcane and Occult vanished from the mortal plain for now, back to the castle Greivanhal. Mike and Len moved quickly to another city, and started fresh together just as he suggested. The city was restored minus the few thousand dollars worth of property damage, and many of its citizens actually came out better for it- since they kept all the things they looted from stores in the middle of all the chaos. And everyone lived happily ever after.

Goo Symbiote Saga Elven Espionage "They refer to the project as "LS3," an abbreviation meaning Lolth Separation, and this being the third project that they have undertaken." Said the dark elf matriarch, she was tall for an elf; over six feet in height before you counted the heels, or her intricately style pale lavender hair. She kept the toll of the centuries at bay quite well, as most elves did, only the look of knowledge and experience in her eyes hinted at her true age. "They are a strange faction of Corellon worshippers that believe in the 'corruption' theory of Drow creation. That the great goddess Lolth, upon her parting ways with her former lover, gifted her most devout followers with a spark of divine creation, forever altering them from the common looking forest dwellers, to the gorgeous and uniquely colored Underdark inhabitants that we are today." She continued, pulling a folder out of her desk and handing it to her operative. "As you may know Elves and Drow have almost identical genetics, save for an additional four chromosomes in the Drow side. This is what gives my races its stronger spirit and its inherent control of some magical elements." "The LS projects have been attempts to somehow remove the two additional chromosome pairings in the DNA of a Drow in order to, supposedly, revert them back into a tree-hugging, singing, happy, smiley, nauseatingly obnoxious flower sniffing surface elf. I'm not sure what they're up to with this one, since they haven't been down here with dart guns firing at random citizens this time, I'm not quite sure what to expect." "The building is shielded to divinations, and all I can find is that there is a third project, after I've seen fit to have the last two destroyed. But for this one I'm merely content to see what's going on. A copy of their research documents, computer files, scrolls, and so on would be quite nice; though my seers tell me that they have a rather interesting prototype of some sort. There will be a hefty bonus in addition to your usual fee if you manage to acquire this prototype for me." The matriarch was silent, allowing her operative time to browse over the files while she sipped her tea. The furred dragon poured over the material, most of it acquired through quasi-legal channels. Blueprints to the building, permits with the local government for various types of things, shipping invoices for what was sent to the building, bills from various waste collection companies for what was taken out. D smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "It doesn't look like much of a problem. Not for me anyway." The matriarch nodded, looking over the strange creature in front of her, "You come highly recommended by one of my daughters, having retrieved a pendant that she gave out of misplaced affection to a friend of House Malagant. You truly snuck into the Malagant Mansion without notice?" The dark elf looked at D with accusing eyes. She did not believe that that the rotund, squat, strange creature before her was capable of the stealth and grace required. "I did your grace. I can tell that you doubt my ability based upon my looks, which I admit can appear somewhat clumsy. So close your eyes for a moment, take a breath, and open them again." D said with a smile. The matriarch did just that, drawing in an extremely short breath and letting it out again in a fraction of a second. She opened her eyes, finding the chair in front of her empty. She hadn't heard a sound. "You may be quick, but diving for cover in front of my desk is not at all impressive." The matriarch said, standing and leaning over her desk to glare down at the crouching dragon. Instead she found a complete and utter lack of dragon. She looked behind herself to make sure that she wasn't about to be stabbed in the back, but there was nothing behind her as well. She leaned down to peer beneath her desk, and once more found nothing. The dark elf walked around her desk, peering around the room, into every shadow and crevice where someone could possibly hide, and once more found nothing. She sighed, "Turning invisible won't help you." She said, suddenly pulling the guest chair back, hoping to dump the dragon onto the floor, but the chair moved as it was supposed to, not as if several hundred pounds of invisible dragon were sitting in it. "Nor will going insubstantial. They have magical scanners, you know. And a magic bubble within an anti-magic bubble will still set off alarms." The matron said, chanting a spell that would allow her to see the flows of magic. She slowly turned her gaze over every inch of her office, but found absolutely nothing out of place. "Did you teleport yourself elsewhere?" she asked the seemingly empty room. "No, I'm still here." Came D's voice from behind the matron. Once more she turned, casting another spell, filling the room with flickering, violet lights, and again she found nothing. She sighed, having exhausted her measures and methods of detection. "Okay, so where exactly are you?" A large portion of the floor suddenly turned blue, and began to flow fluidly upwards, reforming into the translucent form of the furred dragon, a large grin on his face. His clothes reformed, and then he regained his coloration and texture a moment later. "Everywhere." The goo symbiote said with a chuckle, "I can spread myself exceptionally thin, change my coloration, my texture, and my density, essentially I can transmute myself into other substances, stone, metal, water. It's a natural extension of the fluid form I have with my goo symbiote." The matriarch's eyes widened, "I had no idea that such abilities were possible. I thought them merely something to grant ooze-like properties, oversized genitals, and a propensity for leaking and leaving eggs all over." D chuckled, "Most are, but then again most are bipolar, allowing either the host or the symbiote to be in control at the same time. With a strong will, a clear mind, and a great deal of practice, the host and the symbiote can unite into a single consciousness, thus allowing for the incredible ability and control I have. " The dark elf nodded, somewhat impressed, "I consider your skills enough to get the job done. Do not disappoint me. I would hate for my daughter to lose one of her friends." D chuckled and bowed, "You will have what you asked for within the week, your grace." The matriarch nodded, closing her eyes for a brief moment, only to open them and find the professional thief gone. She smiled, if the dragon was as good as he made himself out to be, there might be a bit more business headed his way. She had quite a large list of assets she would love to acquire, after all. -o- "Please... please..." came a panting moan from up ahead. D sighed softly to himself as he flowed along within one of the facilities air vents. Documents and computer files on the project had already been acquired, the data stored within a portion of his fluid flesh, another ability that his goo symbiote granted him. The advantage of being a polymorphic organism was that potentially any piece of him could become essentially any other piece of him, allowing parts of the goo to perceive sight, sound, scent, or anything else. And after having eaten a USB drive, the goo symbiote had been able to essentially mimic the data storage function, which D always thought tickled rather tremendously when he kept the data within him. At the moment the bits containing the computer files were the only truly solid portion of himself, manifesting as a crystalline sphere within the blue, flowing mass of his form. Rather than take the documents, he'd simply allowed his liquid form to flow between the pages, scanning the data from each page and converting it into computer image files. If he felt like it, he'd shift them over from images to proper text and image documents. The general project seemed to actually be an inverse of what the matriarch had told him to expect. The projects so far were working on transforming elves into Drow, with the intent being that if they could find a way to truly transform an elf into a dark elf, that by taking opposing steps, they could do the inverse. "Oh please! Ooooh!" moaned the female voice from a room ahead. D sighed once more, he had hoped to avoid late night, amorous employees. At the moment he was having some difficulty in locating the prototype unit and the related files. They weren't on the network, and it didn't say which of the labs the project was being stored in. "Please, please stop it!" the female said, and D suddenly took a more immediate interest. What he had presumed to be moans of pleasure seemed to be a mix of pleasure, pain, and fear. D flowed towards the sound, now that he was closer, he could hear a second voice, that one of a man. "Though you don't seem to be accepting sexual advances as freely as I'd like, you are showing a marked improvement in your physical response. I'd call this formulation a success, my dear. Mmm... we'll have to get you another boost of succubus essence. you're already fucking like a pro on an instinctive level." The voice said with a cruel laugh. D poked a pseudopod out of the air vent, computers, books, an arcane circle, file cabinets, and a transparent room in the middle with a bed, a naked Drow female, a naked male elf, and the letters LS3 emblazoned upon it on one side. Looking the scene over, D could tell that the dark elf was the LS3 prototype, her normally green hair had several inches of white at the roots, her eyes were swirls of blue and red, and her facial structure wasn't quite the norm for a dark elf. D had studied the anatomy of many common races, just in case he had to impersonate one. The elven male, a scientist, cried out, his body stiffening, joined a few moments later in climax by the Drow, whose hands were restrained in some sort of metal bracers that stuck to the wall of her cell. The scientist chuckled and withdraw, making a few notes on a clipboard as the dark elf stared murderously at him, "Excellent," he said with a smile, "Over-aggressiveness is setting in as you've definitely overcome your baseline passivity. Likely you're already plotting my demise. I think one more treatment and we'll have you on the outskirts of Drow mentality." The scientist walked over to where he'd tossed his clothes. He dug in a pocket of his lab coat, removing a stoppered vial and a syringe. The vial held a glowing red substance which was drawn into the needle. The doctor grinned as the captive Drow struggled and tried to break free, but she had those same metal bracers on her legs, and a matching collar around her neck, and apparently they made her mostly immobile. The elf didn't even bother to find a vein; he merely injected the red stuff into the test subject's arm. D oozed out of the air vent and moved himself beneath a desk. The doctor stepped out of the cell, his clothes in hand. "Now, I just need to put in the new disk for surveillance so we can watch and see how you change overnight. And don't worry, if you need anything, if you start to beg and plead like you did on Thursday, I'll be right here to take care of your needs." Shit. D had hoped he'd be able to do this without having to resort to the temptation of filling somebody with eggs, but video cameras and a possible witness, D would have to do something. The goo symbiote dragon darted across the floor with incredible speed, he was on the elf in moments, flowing up his smooth, naked form, fully enveloping him before the doctor could full get out a confused "What?" he hadn't even gotten past all of the W before a thick stream of goo oozed down his throat. D formed himself around the elf, who struggled within his fluid frame. It was rather delicate work, entering the blood stream, making his way to the brain, and giving the proper glands a bit of a squeeze. When all was said and done the elf's body would be fooled into thinking it was time for a goodnight sleep. D would artificially send him along into the deepest sleep, making sure he'd sleep for quite some time after D left. He'd just carry the doc around inside of him while he went over computer files and paper documents. From inside her cell the dark elf watched him with curiosity, her red and blue eyes following his every action. "D... did you eat him?" she asked quietly. D shook his head, "No, I didn't eat him. He's just..." D's shoulders and backed rippled as the elf had a renewed burst of energy and struggled within him, "He's about to take a nice, long nap. It's unprofessional to leave bodies behind, and if I ate him, I'd essentially lock his mind and spirit in here with mine." The fuzzy dragon grinned, "And considering what I've seen, he's enough of an asshole that I wouldn't want him in my living room, let alone in my head." The Drow smiled, "So you're a thief?" she asked. D shrugged, "I seldom actually steal anything. The items I physically acquire have usually already been stolen, are somewhat dangerous in certain hands, or are stolen for a good cause. Mostly I just copy data." He explained, his tail pressing against a computer, sliding inside, copying the data directly off the hard drive. "So, what good cause are you working for here?" "Drow matriarch, the last LS project resulted in seventeen deaths, many injuries, and just as many disfigurations. This isn't Old Aerth here, you'd not allow someone just to kill somebody because of an ancient hatred between your species, or because they show up the wrong way on a magic spell. Drow are citizens as much as humans, elves, furres, and scalekin are." The captive elf sighed softly, "I wish that was true where I was from. I don't remember all that much. I'm from one of the hidden elven cities, the ones where they don't want to even think that the new world exists and they funnel magics into hiding themselves from the outside world." She closed her eyes and lowered her head, "I committed a terrible crime in their eyes, so they ripped just about everything about the city, the elves that lived there, and all I know of elven history out of my mind. I can't even speak the language anymore. And then they sold me off to this place." Done with the computers, D moved onto the books, "And what crime did you commit?" "I 'made friends' with a dark elf during one of the rare excursions outside the city. And by make friends, they mean that I saw him several times, had pleasant conversation, and didn't kill him. By the time it got before the council, things were inflated to that I was a dark elf's secret lover and was feeding information to him so his house could raise an army and enslave the city." The captive elf said with a sad sigh. "That's terrible." D said, finished with data collection, "While there's nasty stuff happening all over here, you typically don't get that sort of paranoid, small minded, conspiracy crap. Well, at least not this far north." D walked over to the cell and looked at the elf's restraints, "So how do we turn those off?" he asked. The elf shook her head, "No idea." The furred dragon shrugged and stepped into the cell, he extended tendrils of goo from his body, which quickly devoured the strange metal bracers and collar. He scooped up the doctor's lab coat with his tail and placed it around the dark elf's shoulders. "Now, let's get you out of here Miss...?" She sighed softly, "I don't remember my name either. They even took that from me, the bastards. But some of the scientists have been calling me Galatea, since they seem to trying to sculpt me into what they think a Drow is." "Well, Galatea, I'm D. Just D." he said with a roguish grin as an alarm began to go off. "Shit," he muttered, "Must've been some sort of transmitter in the restraints. Follow me!" Calling the building's plans into mind, D partially liquefied his tail and legs, seeping under one of the lab tables and lifting it up. The goo quickly ate into the floor, creating a square outline. D pulled up the tile and motioned for Galatea to drop down, "Two more floors down and we'll be in the large equipment storage area. Only has one entrance, doesn't go anywhere, and is never visited, plus it requires actual keys to get into, which no one here this later at night has." The dark elf nodded and jumped down, D slowly oozed down the hole like a droplet of thick syrup, lowering the tile back into place and sealing it after the lab table above was positioned exactly where it had been before. The two now stood in an employee lounge, the lights turned off, only the faint blue glow of the numbers on a microwave providing illumination. D moved to the corner, sending tendrils of goo into the corner, pulling up the carpet, "I can't perfectly put the flooring back, there's always marks. So the trick is to put it where no one will ever look." He said with a grin, his tendrils tugging up the carpet pad, and then began eating into the floor. A few moments later they were in the absolute darkness of the equipment storage facility, but neither one was blinded, Galatea's eyes were transformed to the point where she could see in the darkness, and D merely altered his eyes to adapt. "It'll be awhile before its safe to move out of here. It was nearly midnight when I came in, it's about 3 AM now, and I think two hours ought to be a good span to let security pick over the building before we walk right out the front door." Galatea blinked, "And how am I going to walk out the front door, as black and naked as I am?" D grinned, "Simple, all you have to do is remember to hold my hand." The furred dragon placed his hand on Galatea's shoulder, a thin coat of goo flowing over her, matching the tone of elven skin perfectly, forming into a shirt, pants, and shoes. "I can't actually part with any of my mass, otherwise it just becomes inert goo." D explained. Galatea nodded and leaned against her rescuer, cuddling up against him. "You want me to leave the clothes?" D asked. The Drow shook her head, "Get rid of them. They did something to me, clothes feel wrong. Even the labcoat." She said, tossing the garment aside, her naked, black body pressing against D. "They've made me into a slut. I can't stand being clothed, I can't help but think about sex all the time, I can't help but think what anyone I see would be like in bed, man, woman, even some animals." She said softly. "I don't think it was a part of me before, but I think it is part programming from the company and part mental coercion from the process that stripped away my memories. They wanted me to be a Drow's whore, they sold me knowing what the scientists here were going to make me, and they're turning me into exactly what they accused me of being." Galatea sniffled softly, "And I love it. Fates help me, I love it. I can't help it, I just keep getting more and more lustful with each new injection they give me. Each time they inject me, I start to get horny. I could ignore it at first, but then it got so bad. I had to touch myself. I just had to." She began to cry, D feeling warm wet droplets falling onto his shoulder. "And then last night my touch wasn't enough anymore. I begged anyone, everyone that I saw to fuck me. I couldn't help it. I masturbated until my fingers cramped, and still I wasn't satisfied. I passed out from exhaustion, and when I woke up, I wasn't so needful anymore." The dark elf shuddered, her hand gripping her upper arms, as if trying to work warmth into them, "I feel weird. My legs feel... cold, stiff. Except for my sex, so does everything else below my waist." She said. "Here, let go and I'll take a look." D offered. The furred dragon placed a hand on Galatea's leg, instead of the soft, supple flesh he expected, what he encountered there was solid, hard, unmoving. He looked down to find the dark elf's legs to be covered in something shiny. The drow moaned softly at his touches. "Oh fates, I feel warm now, so very warm..." she moaned. There was a loud cracking sound and her legs divided, each splitting into quarters. Her feet vanished in the act, leaving eight thin, pointed, chitinous appendages behind. The elf gripped D's head and neck, clinging to him tightly. "What's happening? What's happening to me? Everything feels... mmm... it feels so good." D couldn't see, but he could feel Galatea's eight new legs growing, "Well, I think they went a bit too far, activated too many genes, or whatever. You're going beyond drow, and well on your way to Drider." Galatea said nothing, she merely moaned and with a soft growl she shoved D onto his back and pressed herself against him, her groin rubbing against his. "Umm... that's probably not a good idea, you see I have these..." D's protests were quickly silenced by Galatea's lips, and D's ovipositor began to slip from within him and swell with excitement. The dark elf didn't even wait for it to fully extend, merely cramming the length into her needful sex, crying out with pleasure as her legs continued to grow. But it was not merely her legs that grew now, but her rump and hips. The chitin had spread upward and was now in the process of crafting Galatea's rear into a spider's cephalothorax. She pressed hard against D's squishy body with a force that would be painful if he had been a flesh and blood creature, but he was not, so the furred dragon simply enjoyed the act. It had been awhile since he'd allowed himself to transform another, to allow his goo symbiote to breed and reproduce. His fluid body shivered, yearning to feel the passage of an egg through his ovi, to feel it slip into the body of another creature, to feel the delicious sensation as flesh became goo. With those thoughts D's libido suddenly skyrocketed and he began to return Galatea's lustful kisses. His ovipositor writhed inside of her, making the dark elf quiver with delight as it wormed its way deeper and deeper into her. But rather than going straight up, the path to the dark elf's womb seemed to be ninety degrees away from where it ought to be. Instead of going up into her belly, her sex lead back into her arachnid extension, which was still growing. From experience D knew that it was going to be huge, enough to contain several people curled up, rather like the elven scientist that occupied his large, rounded belly. The furred dragon felt a pang of jealousy at that, envious of the fun Galatea could have, and the number of eggs she could carry. But in order to carry so many goo symbiote eggs, she would first have to receive an egg of her own. D usually expelled his eggs twice a week, taking a walk on nature trails, or in back alleys, leaving them for some unsuspecting individual to stumble across and have fun. Out in the open air his gelatinous eggs tended to dry up within a few days, going dormant until they received adequate water. If he didn't get rid of them, they'd build up inside of him until he was deliciously round and heavy, his belly incredibly sensitive to the touch. It felt wonderful, but it got in the way of serious work. He only had the one contained within him right now, and had been preventing his body from instinctually stuffing it into the captive elf within him. By giving the gift of goo to Galatea, he would be free of that temptation, plus with her in the newly bonded state were eggs developed rapidly, regardless of the host's desire, she could be put to good use. D grinned; it would be rather fitting to allow her some measure of revenge on her captors. He cried out as his egg began to make its way into his ovi. It was about the size of a beachball, but its soft, squishy, flexible nature allowed it to fit into whatever D could cram his ovipositor into. He felt his body begin to blossom with the all-over climax that accompanied the laying of an egg into another being, the pleasure would last quite some time. Oh he had missed this feeling so badly. The egg slipped into the hollow shaft, beginning its journey into Galatea. The thick egg stretched both of them wide, wider than D had expected. With the shifting of her womb, her birth canal no longer ran through the center of her pelvis, requiring the egg to tightly constrict itself. "Oh yes... oh yes..." Galatea panted, "More, give me more, give me all of that beautiful goo-cock that you can!" she cried, unaware of the egg's presence. D felt two of Galatea's legs slip underneath him, pulling him up against her, allowing the Drider to stand, no longer forcing her to crouch with her rapidly expanding body. Her legs were now longer than she had been tall, fully extended, anyway. As they were, Galatea stood at about half again her former height, her bulbous cephalothorax smooth and shiny behind her. As the egg pressed fully up into Galatea D could feel the Drider tense, her body preparing for climax. But then the egg was not merely inside her, but entering her womb as well. As needy as D himself had been, the new goo symbiote surged free from its soft shell, pouring into the depths of Galatea's spider-self. D clung to her tightly, his body partially losing cohesion, allowing portions of him to flow over her, to embrace her tightly, to wrap her in a hug far greater than what a simple flesh and blood creature could manage. She cried out in immense pleasure as the goo swept through her, filling her cephalothorax, converting her flesh into more of itself, and then consuming the carapace as well, replacing it in moments with the superior crystalline construction of hardened goo. The goo surged back, oozing around D's shaft, joining Galatea's elven torso to the rest of the goo-spider. Unsure of herself, awash with the pleasure of climax and change, the Drider found herself liquefying, her fluid form flowing around D's own, returning the embrace. The two remained entwined, slowly parting themselves as they returned to a solid state. Galatea smiled and held up a hand, admiring its translucent nature. "You know, you can change that." D explained, "You can look as solid as you want. You find the proper color additives and you can even tint yourself in any color or pattern imaginable." Galatea shook her head, "No, I don't want to hide this. This is wonderful, beautiful." The Drider stood fully, looking over herself. Galatea smiled as she admired her gelatinous, arachnoid body. "Oh, I love this. I feel incredible. Everything feels so much better, smoother, more fluid. It's so easy to move, even with so many legs." She said with a chuckle, the crystalline points of her legs making loud clacks on the solid floor beneath them. She gasped softly, feeling something slither out from beneath crystalline plates, a soft, wet sound accompanying its movement. "Mmm... I ache, I long to fill someone, something with eggs, anything. Anything to share this gift." Galatea panted, overcome with the breeding lust of a new goo symbiote host. D grinned and withdrew the pseudopods from within the captive elven scientist, no longer keeping him asleep. The elf landed on the floor with a thud, the furred dragon not being at all gentle in his expulsion. "Wh... where am I?" the elf said, panicked, standing, unable to see in the complete darkness. Galatea raised a hand, flickering motes of green light appearing in the air, showing Galatea in all her glory. She towered over the elven scientist, a sinister smile on her face. "Oh doctor, I think I have a little problem for you to help me with." She turned, allowing her ovipositor to be seen, the several foot long tendril emerging from the point of her cephalothorax, where the spinnerets would be on a true spider. "No!" The elf whispered, backing away, "No!" "What's wrong, you had so much fun fucking me before. I think you are just having a little performance anxiety. You won't have to worry about it ever again quite soon." The elf screamed as he was taken, repaid in full for every act he had performed on Galatea. But once the egg was inside him, once his pale skin darkened, flesh becoming wondrous goo, his masculine form expertly sculpted into that of a busty, sensuous dark elf, his screams became cries of pleasure. The goo-drow clung to her mistress, her ovipositor slithering from her new sex, her newly transformed body eager to spread its gift. D grinned, "We have a few hours before the next shift arrives. I think we have enough time to have a little fun before we need to leave." Galatea closed her eyes, extending thick tentacles from her elven back, "Or a lot of fun if I can manage to corner several of them." She said with a grin. "Well then," said the furred dragon, "Let's get to work. -o- The Drow Matron scowled over the printed page she was reading, her gaze drifting over the two dozen individuals before her, she shook her head and went back to reading, only making it a few more sentences before having to look up and sigh again. "What am I going to do with twenty some transformed and contagious elves?" she finally said. D shrugged, "They were there, they were available, and your contract specifically stipulated to bring you the prototype. She wanted a little revenge and the opportunity to collect a few slaves, servants, sex toys, and assorted playthings. They're completely loyal to her, and several are key members of the LS3 project." "She insisted I sabotage the data, so they will not be creating an LS4 project anytime soon, especially not with their project lead missing. Their research efforts are crippled, you have the only copies of their data, you have their alpha prototype, who is easily able to transform elves into Drow, and make them perfectly loyal to herself." Galatea nodded and smiled, "And therefore to you, Matron. I owe you my thanks for not only freeing me from that facility, but ensuring this beautiful form." The dark elf frowned, "Driders are a sign of Lolth's displeasure with an individual they..." The Drider laughed, "Matron, do you not understand? This is the form the elves chose for me, and one I am exceptionally fond of. If it is the displeasure of a Drider in your ranks..." Galatea's translucent black body flowed over itself, crystal carapace melting back into true goo, which seemed to compress and fold in upon itself, darkening Galatea's coloration, making her appear almost solid. She flicked her hair, allowing it to become a shimmering shade of silver. She affixed her red eyes upon the Matron and spun in place, showing off the fact that her body was now that of any other Drow female. "Then I am perfectly willing to alter my shape while I am on duty." The matron smiled, looking down once more at the summation of the research, "Excellent. This is far more acceptable. D, you will have your payment paid to..." She looked up, only to find the furred dragon gone. "Your listed account?" the dark elf blinked a few times then shrugged. "I will most definitely be employing him again in the future." She said with a chuckle then stood from her desk. "Now if you'd just follow me ladies, I'll show you to your quarters." The matron placed an arm around Galatea's shoulder. "Just how well can you shapeshift, my dear? There is this rival of mine who has this fantasy about a particular type of demon..."

(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."

Shattered Shards: Shardstalkers Chapter 2 Aaron cried out as the creature's claws easily cut through his mesh shirt, and almost as easily scored his own flesh, blood leaking from three shallow wounds. The young man stepped back, brushing his long, pale-blonde hair out of his eyes. The wolves seemed to be toying with him. The bipedal beasts towered over him, and it was a two to one fight. They'd taken the bandana that kept his hair from getting into his face, as well as the band that had been holding the lower portion in a loose ponytail. They'd managed to isolate him from his friends, coaxing him around to the other side of the strange carriage that they'd arrived in. It had been pulled, not by horses, but by massive, horse-sized wolves. Wolves that had quickly become seven foot tall beast men, seeing fit to attack the four teens that had left the strangeness of Felicity House behind them. On the opposite side of the carriage two others struggled against their own feral lupine foes. Alec had removed his shirt and had leapt onto the back of one of the werewolves, the black fabric gripped tight in his hands as he nearly garroted the creature with it, his legs locked tight around the monster's midsection. The wolf tried to claw Alec's legs, but his leather pants were sturdy enough to block the wolf's blunt claws. Behind him, half hidden in a bushes, a young Asian teen fiddled with her cell phone, trying to get a signal, but found that Felicity House's grounds had gone from four bars to no bars virtually overnight. She looked warily between the two battles, letting out a frightened and frustrated grunt as her phone continued to be inoperative. The fourth wolf was yelping and running in a circle from the lithe pink haired girl who had found herself a shovel that one of the garden detail orphans had left out in the grove. Mirielle had been entranced when Star Wars Episode I had come out in her youth, and upon her arrival had founded the Lightsaber Dueling Club. While she had been teased about her lack of legitimate swordplay with her broomstick covered with duct tape, it HAD given her the reflexes, aim, and dexterity to give a large target a good thwacking. It had been with the handle end, mostly, but now that the wolf had his back to her, Miri was getting in a few good bonks with the metal part. "Yaaaa! Get out of here, you shaggy brute!" she called, managing to get the blade of the shovel underneath the wolf's leg, tripping him up. Delighted, she quickly pivoted her grip, bringing the metal portion swinging up to connect with the side of the wolf's head, sending him sprawling to the ground. Back on the other side of the carriage Aaron found himself sandwiched between the two wolves; one of them holding him in a crushing bear hug, his arms pinned to his sides while the other one was... grinning and removing Aaron's pants? He cried out for help, but a heavy lupine paw covered his mouth, "Just relax, little toy, you're only going to be frightened for a moment." The wolf behind him whispered in his ear. "Yeah," the one before him said with a grin, "You're going to love this soon." The wolf knelt down, "Oh look at the cute pink thong!" he said with a snort, using a claw to remove the garment and then run his tongue over Aaron's member. "What are the desires of the victors?" whispered a soft, sultry voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, "Ask a boon of your goddess, and it will be granted." "Make him more fun," the wolf behind Aaron said. "And make all the fun bits all big and sensitive. More fun to play with." The one down between the teen's legs said, nearly giggling. Aaron felt himself calming down, entirely against his will. He stopped struggling, instead found himself leaning back against the soft fur of the wolf behind him. They were... kind of attractive, like large, muscular men covered in gorgeous white, grey, and silver fur that was wonderfully soft, their palms feeling like soft, smooth leather. "There's a good boy." The wolf behind him said, tilting Aaron's head back and leaning down to kiss him. The teen couldn't help but moan pleasantly at the sensation as he felt himself growing aroused, his shaft rapidly stiffening within the werewolf's mouth. He felt an odd warmth spreading throughout his body, making his inside tingle delightfully. "You're going to make a cute wolf, toy." The one behind him whispered, running a clawed hand through Aaron's plentiful blonde hair. "So soft and sweet, you're going to be the biggest cuddleslut in the whole pack once we head home with all our new members. Like you, cutie." Aaron mmmed happily as the wolf nuzzled his neck. The beautiful creature wasn't hugging him as tightly anymore, allowing the captive to reach up and wrap his arms around his captor's soft, furry neck. He knew he shouldn't be acting like he was, but it was just so much fun and it felt so good. The ridges atop the wolf's mouth were absolute heaven on his cock as the creature bobbed his head up and down. They weren't hurting him, and aside from a few minor cuts and bruises, which already felt better, there wasn't really any harm done, and they were making up for the harm they inflicted with some wonderful sensations. The teen cried out as the wolf's leather-padded fingertips began to circle his nipples through his mesh top. It was pure bliss, and Aaron found himself arching his back in order to lean into the caress. It was strange, as he felt a sensation of swelling upon his chest not unlike that which had so recently filled his groin. He looked down to find his pectorals growing outward to fill the wolf's palms. He had breasts. Aaron wasn't sure what to think, he'd wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to be a girl or not, true, he rather liked the somewhat feminine look he had, and he absolutely adored the clothing, but actual womanhood? It was something that he'd ever thought would come up. "Mmm... there we go..." the wolf behind him rumbled, his clawed hands groping the still-growing orbs. "Now they're getting fun sized. Another minute or two and they'll be just perfect." Aaron blinked at that, another minute of growth? The tits he had now were borderline porn star/stripper sized as it was but... mmm... boy did they ever feel good. The teen could feel the change spreading over the rest of his body, smoothing his skin, tweaking his muscle mass and... He cried out, thrusting into the wolf's maw as the creature cupping his growing buttocks, the transforming skin oh so sensitive. He felt a torrent of seed rocketing from him and into the werewolf's eager maw, it was like he was expelling a portion of his manhood, allowing room for female aspects to grow. His cry of bliss was higher pitched, perfectly feminine. "There we are, pretty pet, you're good to play with properly now." The wolf before Aaron said, licking his lips. The human was about to ask what he meant, but then the wolf behind him pressed up against the captive, and with a growl, thrust his shaft into Aaron's ass. The feminized boy cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure. The werewolf was huge, his knot even moreso, it took another pair of thrusts to get the swollen knot into him, stretching the youth wide. The second wolf's hands joined those of the first on Aaron's breasts, there was plenty of room for the both of them, and the caresses were enough to make the fem-boy's eyes roll back into his head. "And now we can share in having a fun toy." The second wolf said. Aaron felt the canine's cock against his own for a moment, delighting in the smooth, slick heat. The wolf's prick dipped downward, tracing over the teen's balls, and then behind them. The wolf thrust against him, but there was nowhere for the shaft to go, there was just skin and flesh between Aaron's legs. But then there was not, something gave way, transforming Aaron in an instant from an incredibly feminine male, to an outright hermaphrodite. The new herm moaned loudly with glee as she was given a second set of delicious, sensitive naughty bits for her lovers to enjoy. Aaron grinned, loving the way the changes felt. Her plentiful breasts had pulled her mesh shirt from her waist to just below the wondrous orbs. But it wasn't her new additions, nor the two canine cocks within her that made her shiver with lust, but rather the playing of wolven fingers over the tender skin where his claws had cut her. "It broke the skin, little toy, so that means..." the one in front of her said with a grin. She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but then it felt like every hair on her body was standing on end, and then even more besides. Soft golden fur grew from her skin, displaying her infection with the werewolf's curse. Aaron couldn't even make a sound as the strange sensations washed over her. Sounds were suddenly too loud; her mind was assaulted by what seemed to be an entirely new sense as her face pushed forward into a canine muzzle. She could detect a whole new world of scents and smells that had been previously closed off to her. The new werewolf also felt something else: her cock growing. She looked down, but was unable to see over her chest. The teen reached between her legs, stroking the slick length. She panted as the furred skin at the base formed into a sheath, the loose skin upon her shaft seeming to retract, growing tighter. It grew more sensitive as it grew larger, doubly so as she felt it swell, taking on an oversized, canine shape. Much like her breasts it seemed to grow well beyond the point of normalcy. Her cock and tits were so big, and so sensitive. She knew she'd be toying with them all day, constantly fondling herself, rubbing herself, fucking herself... Just like a good pet would. -o- "What are the desires of the victors?" came a whispering voice from all around. Alex stood, taking his shirt from around the windpipe of the unconscious werewolf and turned, looking for the source of the voice. "Though you are not my children, I welcome you into my arms. I will give you whatever is in my power to grant that you most desire..." Alec and Mirielle both gasped at the same time as something warm and slick seemed to reach into their minds, comforting, caressing, but slightly malevolent. A consciousness that felt them somewhere between wayward children, beloved pets, and amusing toys. From Alec the strange force stirred an old, painful memory, a feeling of rage and helplessness, being powerless to stop the actions of people he'd once called friends. The crying of the eight year old in his arms as her rushed her to safety. He turned to look at Sammy, his 'sister,' they'd come to Felicity House when the twelve year old Alec had been unable to take care of both of them, and now six years later, he still needed to protect her. Alec didn't give voice to the desire, he didn't need to. The strange force plucked it from his mind with ease. He felt the sensation become something physical, like soft hands caressing his body. He gasped as the phantom hands seemed to seize something within him, stroking it, caressing it, making it grow. And Alec was growing right along with it, his sixteen year old body gaining height and muscle mass. It was like his body was being shaped into a more adult shape, the growth of four years taking place in twenty seconds. But the change seemed a little bit... off. Though he was athletic and somewhat muscular, his body style didn't seem to extending from his normal build it was more... girly. He found his pants growing tight around his hips and rump, growing loose in the waist. Everything seemed to keep the same, fit tone and the muscular definition. Alec could also feel himself getting stronger, but it was strange. It was like rather than having four years of growth as a male, he was instead having the growth of a female. And for some odd reason it was making him hard and horny as hell. Thankfully the change didn't come with anything weird, no breasts or removal of his cock or anything. Oddly enough it felt... bigger in relation to the rest of his body than it had before. The chocolate skinned youth let out a soft cry as the phantom hands seemed to grip something within him, and pull it out with a quick tug. The sensation was strange, an intense feeling of cold air on something wet, but the feeling was coming from some sort of appendage that he didn't have. A few moments later his physical form seemed to echo the purely mental or spiritual sensations he was feeling. Something tore its way free from the back of his jeans, wriggling all about, the tepid 60 degree air feeling cool across its wet surface for a moment before the sensation of warmth came over it. The caress of the phantom hands seemed to draw out something from within, warming the new addition. Alec turned his head, seeing a long, black furred feline tail twitching behind him. The caresses moved from his tail to his face, gentle brushes of fingertips upon his cheeks, his nose, over his eyebrows. The forest glade before him seemed to clear, Alec had known he needed glasses for quite some time, but Sammy had always needed them more. The hands seemed to focus on his ears, poking them, prodding them, molding them into a new shape. All the strange shaping in the human ear quickly smoothing out, coaxed into a triangular structure, and then gently nudged further up Alec's head. He could hear soft moans of pleasure coming from the other side of the carriage that the werewolves had arrived pulling, and they made him long for sex even more. But the scents that suddenly flooded his more feline nose were nearly enough to make him climax on the spot. The hot, sexual odor of two horny werewolves, coupled with the scent of a heat-stricken, but familiar female... no, not quite a female. The scent was changing, going rapidly from male human to that of a werewolf that wasn't quite either gender. Alec was just about drooling when he felt a soft brush of lips upon his own. "Your wish is granted," whispered that same female voice from before, "You desired Felicia's strength for yourself... and for your sister; such has been given to you, and now to her." Alec turned in time to see Sammy gasp, her useless cell phone slipping through her fingers as she was overcome by the same strange arousal that suffused Alec. She shivered as her body began to grow, advancing her age much as it had for Alec. The short Asian girl rapidly found herself at Alec's own six foot height, much to her confusion. Her proper skirt looked almost like a miniskirt upon her tall, gorgeous frame. She let out a soft, needful cry and began to rub at her chest. Alex watched in astonishment as her figure filled out in an instant. She looked confused, baffled, but most of all aroused as her blouse began pushing outwards at rapid speed. Even a foot taller than before, the garment had covered down to her naval, but now? Now it strained to contain the bounty of her bust, and hung just below Sammy's breasts. The white fabric darkened around her nipples as the fourteen year old turned stripperific knockout began to lactate. Sammy moaned with pleasure and began to caress her leaking tits, a blissful look coming across her face. But to Alec's new feline nose, he could sense she wanted... needed more. He went to her, kneeling before her, wrapping his arms around his adopted sister, hugging her close. Sammy nuzzled her big brother's neck happily. She let out a soft mmm as her tongue traced over his ebony skin. Alec shivered at the touch, tilting his head, but allowing Sammy to make the first move. Alec had felt Sammy's lips upon his before, her tongue inside his mouth. It had been a few weeks previous, his sister having snuck out of the girl's dorms to slip into his bed as she often did. She never seemed to feel safe anywhere else. Then she'd kissed him, wrapped her legs around him. But that was as far as he'd let it go. Maybe when they were older, he'd said. It felt weird, him being 18 and her being 14. Sister Felicia wouldn't approve. But though they were still 18 and 14, their bodies were not. His little sister needed him, and Alec no longer had any reservations about giving her what she wanted. He ran his fingers through her raven-black hair, which seemed to be growing out from the shortish cut she liked. Sammy had taken to liking Felicity House immediately, and she was rather taken by their feline guardians. She'd even tried to grow her hair long like Felicia, which had led to a bit of a tangled mess. But as he stroked Sammy's hair, the somewhat coarse texture smoothed out, her hair growing longer, thicker. Alec smiled and nibbled his sister's ear as it began to change, smoothing out and growing fur, like his own had. But rather than the black fur he sported, Sammy's fur had a pattern to it, yellow and white with black rosettes. She moaned softly, unbuttoning her blouse, scooting up into Alec's lap. She took one of his hands, guiding it beneath her shirt, she was so soft and perfect. She hiked up her skirt for a moment, to slice off her panties with her new claws. Sammy was going more feline than Alec, who had little more than a feline ears and tail added to his body, with a touch of point to his canines and a slight sandpaper texture to his tongue. Sammy unbuttoned her brother's pants, allowing his aching member to slip free. She lowered herself onto it slowly, seeming to savor the moment despite her sopping wet need. She let out a soft cry as he hilted within her, just as her tail rapidly snaked out from beneath her skirt. Alec found himself rubbing the spotty-furred appendage at the base, drawing a contented purr from his sister's throat. "Oh, Alec..." she whispered, eyes tearing up, "I've wanted this for so long." "I... I know." Her brother replied, coaxing a moan from her as he circled her nipple with his thumb. She pressed tightly against him, hugging him close. Close enough that he could feel the fur upon her body growing, taking on the interesting shapes that Felicia and the others had. He wrapped his arms around her in return, his soft, beautiful leopard kittygirl. She was going into heat, like Felicia and the others had, and Alec knew that she would need his help for quite some time to come. He only hoped his new feline stamina could cover it... -o- "What are the desires of the victors?" purred a soft voice, virtually in Mirielle's ear, "I can grant you almost anything you desire. Just think of it, and it will be yours." Mirielle thought for a few moments before her attention was drawn to Alec. She watched as he grew rapidly, gained a feline tail, and then went to Sammy, who had much the same thing happen. She licked her lips at the sight of the Asian girl's bust blossoming into something wonderfully huge. She'd always had... fantasies about something like that. But her desires were different. "It is done!" the voice whispered into Mirielle's ear, "Your wish amuses me greatly, so I think I'll grant you a few more of your other fantasies, my cute little toy." Mirielle blinked, she hadn't wished for anything. But then she felt something warm, soft, and pleasant slipping into her, swirling around within her, making her feel warm and loved down to her very being. "I... I didn't..." she began, almost horrified that her deepest fantasy was about to be granted, "I don't actually want..." But it was too late. She could feel something strange happening inside her. It was as if all of her insides, bones, organs, muscle alike, had all turned into water, and was rapidly draining out, leaving her an empty husk. Mirielle could feel herself growing lighter and lighter, but it didn't hurt. It felt... quite nice. The texture of her hair changed, she could feel the pink strands upon her bare shoulders, it became softer, sleeker, shinier, and even longer. She held the ends in one hand, watching as it turned from the natural pale pink shade to a hot, neon pink, entirely uniform in coloration. It looked... artificial. The werid draining sensation continued, the was less and less of her occupying the same space. It was... liberating. The minor aches and pains of a living body, the constant, chronic pressure in her allergy-prone sinuses, the annoying tightness in her back that would never go away; all of it vanished, leaving behind an animate creature, with an unloving body. Mirielle giggled as her skin took on a smooth sheen, flaky human skin becoming something better; perfect, smooth latex. She ran her fingers over her opposing arm, delighted at the rubbery scraping sounds they made. She held her hand up to the sky, an oddity, as it was bright as day, yet the sky was a deep black, filled with the twinkling of stars. Placing her hand over a very bright one, she could see the star's light through two layers of her latex skin. It made her giggle again, absolutely giddy. Mirielle was a balloon, a living, breathing, feeling balloon. She drew in a deep breath, delighting as she heard her latex body stretch. Her chest swelled, and then contracted, and then a completely different portion of her chest swelled. She took in several more breaths, each one making her breasts more sensitive as they rubbed against her spaghetti strap top, filling it out nicely. It felt so good, so... arousing. Just like she'd always imagined. Mirielle took in another deep breath, this one longer, making the rest of her proportions just perfect, adding a few inches to her height, adding some padding to her hips and butt, and then scaling her size up just a bit to give her a nice, narrow looking waist. But she suddenly found that she couldn't stop. She was drawing air into herself, but wasn't sure where it was going. It felt weird, the way it flowed into her fingers and toes, her teeth and tongue, and into her ears. It tickled, though, and made Mirielle giggle once she could breath normally. The tickle spread over her skin, adding patches of bright pink to her mocha colored skin, pink patches that blossomed into soft, brightly colored feline fur. She grinned, showing her new, plastic fangs. She always admired Felicia and the others, not for their strength or fighting ability, like some of the others had. But for their beauty and their passion. She'd seen the way Grace and Alto card for one another, and once she'd even hid in the closet while the two beautiful catwomen pleasured one another. She had long since wished she could be as affectionate and passionate as them, but she'd always been two shy. Miri drew in another breath, allowing her new, fluffy tail to fully inflate, it was soft and wonderful, and felt so good swishing through the air. The inflatable catgirl wished she had a mirror so she could see her new form. Sleek, shiny mocha colored skin, coupled with hot pink fur on her forearms, lower legs, and feet, as well as in interesting designs upon the rest of her body. She sported a thick mane of shiny, hot-pink hair as well, the color she'd always longed to have. Everything was perfect, but there was one more thing she needed to fulfill her deepest fantasy. Her eyes widened as the two defeated werewolves stood up, moaning softly as her wish took effect upon them. Miri found herself nearly drooling as the two werewolves grew aroused, their erections peeking from their sheaths and continuing to grow, and grow, and grow, along with their balls. The two lycanthropes seemed to be more amused than anything, and Miri quickly found them surrounding her, as they had done before. But rather than a battle, they were quite content to have something far more tender and gentle. Their soft caressed upon her latex skin were so caring, so wonderfully tender. Their ears were lowered and they bowed their heads, seeking permission to continue. Alec and Miri had beaten them in a fair fight, so in pack dynamics, they were higher ranking. It brought a grin to the latex love-kitten's face, "Mmm... good puppies. Think you can fill me up?" she purred. The wolves were only happy to oblige... -o- Felicia panted as she ran towards the old grove. She felt the darkness there, a darkness that seemed to be growing slowly, moment by moment. She hoped that she wasn't too late, but as she approached the center, where an old gravel road had once been, she knew she was too late. She could smell the scent of sex upon the air, and it seemed she was no longer immune to its pull. Felicia found a dull ache spreading through her loins, annoying yes, but still very tolerable. Just ahead she saw a large wooden carriage, whatever beasts were meant to pull it were nowhere to be seen. But then Felicia saw the werewolves, saw them double teaming two of her orphans. As she got closer she could see that something had altered the teens, one had become a golden furred lycanthrope, and the other was a catgirl, colored an intense pink over chocolate skin, but she looked odd, strangely shiny. Her body squeaked where the wolves rubbed it. Like a feline blow up doll. "Calm down," the familiar voice of her guide said, "They're not hurt, they're having fun." "But they're... they're..." "Not human? Sweetie, neither are you. You've had five of your human charges transformed today, and four of them are into feline forms like your own. They look up to you, the admire you, the idolize you, they respect you. Is it any wonder that they want to be just like you?" Felicia couldn't think of a reply to the voice, so she picked up her pace. Just before she reached the grove itself, the door to the carriage opened, and out stepped a stunningly beautiful woman, and shortly followed by an equally stunning catgirl. The catgirl wore a heavy collar around her neck, connected by links of chain to a loop of leather in the... Felicia caught her scent. Despite her looks, the regally dressed woman wasn't human. She was as much of a werewolf as the four beastmen. Nor was she a she. The werewolf leader smelled masculine and feminine at the same time, much as poor Aaron did. Felicia found her gaze drifting towards the three werewolf coupling. It looked like fun, being sandwiched in between two large, powerful, softly furred, very well-endowed males. Felicia winced and focused on the werewolf alpha and her pet. The alpha stood a few inches taller than Felicia, her skin perfect and creamy, her hair golden and long, worn loose and combed to be absolutely perfect. A simple silken top covered her breasts and a portion of her arms, while a black leather miniskirt adorned her waist. She wore strange, strapped sandals upon her feet, with too many buckles and straps that Felicia saw no purpose to. Her pet was dressed in a simple top and loincloth and didn't seem to mind. Like Felicia the catwoman had pure, snow-white fur. But unlike Felicia it covered her entire body. The captive catgirl looked over the grove with her yellow, slit pupiled eyes, focusing upon the four wolves and their playmates. "Mmm... it looks like I'll be having company in the pet den, mistress." The feline purred. The alpha wolf chuckle and reached up, scratching the feline behind one ear before running her fingers through the mane of bright, radiant red hair. "Indeed you will, and we've only just started the day." The alpha said with a fanged grin. She clapped her hands loudly, "Enough fun, boys. Pack up your new toys. We're moving on." Felicia stepped into the clearing, "No," she growled, "They don't belong to you." The alpha grinned, sizing up Felicia, "Well well, another naked, transformed kitty-slut eager to service my wolves. Such a bountiful collection of whores that has been added to my realm today. Even if I decided to head home right now, I'd have more toys to play with than I acquired the last time Darkness reigned." "I'm not a slut!" the catwoman snarled. "You're walking around naked, I can smell that you've had sex recently, and all the other kitties here are busying themselves with carnal acts. So you're a slut until proven otherwise." The alpha said with a chuckle, "Now, step aside, pretty kitty, and let me collect my new playthings before I chase you up a tree." Felicia began walking forward, her fingers instinctively held spread, ready to use her claws at a moment's notice. "NO! You can't take them!" The alpha snorted, "Well, I can leave those three," she waved at Alec and Sammy in the bushes, and then nodded at Mirielle, whose latex belly was swollen with the sheer amount of seed from the two hyperphallic wolves, "But the loser was claimed by my wolves, and has been marked by me. The goddess' rules of combat say he, pardon, she is now a part of my realm." "What do the rules say about getting him back?" Felicia said as she approached, standing just far enough from the alpha and her feline pet. The alpha grinned, "You win a fight against a Baron or Baroness of Lady Gerrig's lands, and you can ask a boon of them, in lieu of a wish from the goddess. Of course the fight has to be entertaining, and that usually means..." she licked her lips and slunk behind her pet, gripping the catgirl's breasts, "Sex. Sometimes in the middle of the fight, but most often inflicted upon a defeated foe." Felicia began to walk forward once more, "Fine, I'll fight you, I'll win, and you'll give Aaron back and clear out of here and never come back." The alpha clicked her tongue, "No, my dear, that is two little favors. You'll have to win two fights. You'll have to defeat my pet and bodyguard, Ausha, first of all." The alpha werewolf removed the leash from her pet's collar, the red-haired catgirl grinning, her tail swaying from side to side, as if ready to pounce. The alpha grinned, showing that even with a human form, she still had wicked fangs, "And then you'll have to face me after my sweet kitten has worn you down." "And if I lose?" Felicia asked, stopping just before the pair. "If you lose, then my wish to the goddess will be that you become my gleeful and eager fucktoy." She said, holding out a hand, "Forgive my canine propensities, but I prefer to shake hands for an agreement of terms." Felicia nodded, "I accept your terms." She said, bowing her head. Or at least that was how the motion began. It ended with Felicia ramming the crown of her head into Ausha's muzzle. With a lightning fast motion she reached up and gripped the opposing catgirl by one ear, seized the alpha's hair with the other, and brought their heads together with a loud clonk. The impact sent both falling to the ground. "Ow! My nose!" Ausha whimpered, clutching her face. "Stop whining about your nose! I can't see, my vision is all full of spots, and I have fur on my eyeballs, AND a HEADACHE!" the alpha growled. "Well, it looks like I win." Felicia said with a giggle. "That's not fair!" the alpha protested, "You were supposed to wait until..." "Did I break any rules?" Felicia asked, grinning, her tail swaying with amusement. "No, but..." "No buts, you take your wolves, you get out of here, and you leave everyone alone." Felicia demanded, but that familiar voice coaxed her into something more. "Though I do have a few questions, like say how I can make it so people stop getting horny all the time for no reason around here, and how I can make my orphans stop turning into kitty people!" she demanded. "Well..." the alpha began.

Rumors were one thing, but when Bryn began suspecting things were genuinely getting out of hand, she had to do something about it. People had been discussing it behind their back, mostly because no one wanted to actually take responsibility or initiative, but for the longest while, Bryn figured that the idle gossip was just that: idle gossip. It certainly didn’t reflect reality in any meaningful way, nor could it given how exaggerated the tales were. Despite this, the amazon would be forced to confront the harsh reality that, perhaps, what she was hearing about her friend Valeri wasn’t that far removed from what was actually happening; while they certainly weren’t kicking buildings down or uprooting an entire park’s worth of trees, a cursory exchange of information with a select few individuals was enough to let Bryn know that something was definitely wrong with the way Valeri was handling her transformations. As a friend, and someone who considered herself a good friend, this stung two-fold: first, that Valeri hadn’t confided in her, and second, that she herself hadn’t done more to try and help someone who was clearly too embarrassed to ask for any help to begin with. It couldn’t be easy for Valeri to be “blessed” with the kind of power that she was either; the young woman was already enormous by most people’s standards, courtesy of both her genetic heritage and the ungodly amount of exercise she put in on a weekly basis at the gym where the two of them met, so for her body to then expand on this immense baseline was… difficult. Difficult because it made it all-but impossible for her not to destroy things around her unless she spent most of her mental resources pulling her punches, difficult because it made thinking about anything in particular that much harder; hormone storms weren’t exactly the best place to be in should one want to make reasonable decisions, especially when one wasn’t ready for them. Bryn herself was depressingly familiar with this reality, having a transformative issue of her own; hence why she figured that, above anyone else, she would be the most well-suited to help Valeri through what had to be one of the hardest periods of her life. Granted, getting the other gal to actually admit that there was a problem was a chore in and of its own; as Bryn expected, her friend wasn’t about to just say that she needed help, not when doing so would require opening herself up to potential disappointment. Again, a sad state of affairs that Bryn was all-too familiar with, and one she insisted on battling against regardless; it was important, now more than ever, that Valeri know that there was someone out there who they could trust, someone who would stand by her regardless of what happened, no matter how many times they hulked out or how much damage they did to their surroundings. It took several attempts, and even then it fell down to Bryn practically ambushing Valeri in the showers, blocking her exit and demanding to know what was happening that left her so nervous; by that point, the other amazon wasn’t even bothering to hide it, and stories of what had happened when she lost control in public had become commonplace amongst the gym-goers. The only reason charges hadn’t already been pressed by a half-dozen or so people was precisely because the transformations weren’t deliberate; Valeri was safe from being prosecuted in so far as it was clear she had no real control over her changes, though even this had its limits. One could not expect a shifter like them or Bryn to be at the mercy of their own biology, and it was required of folks like them to learn how to control their impulses just enough that they could consciously control their ability to transform. In Bryn’s case, it was simple enough in that, as long as she wasn’t exposed to the light of the full moon, there was nothing to worry about anymore; whenever she turned into her bestial form outside that one special time of the month, it was by default fully controllable, with her keeping her human mind perfectly intact. Valeri, however… was not so lucky. From what Bryn had been able to ascertain, the changes that had taken place had been unexpected, brief, but highly destructive, with Valeri seeming to hulk out without any explanation before going on a short rampage and then eventually calming down, returning to her human form. So far, none of the people involved with her knew what the root cause of it was: not the police, certainly not her physicians, not even Valeri herself. This left an opening that Bryn could exploit, for lack of a better word, an opening she could go through and offer her expert opinion on. There would be, however, no scientific methods, rigorously studied and determined, to be employed there; no, Bryn was doing this as Valeri’s friend, and as their friend, it was their duty to do their utmost to help them in whatever they needed. She made sure to make this as clear as possible when the two had a heart-to-heart in the showers, at the end of which they were in one another’s arms, bawling their eyes out and declaring a great number of things which were best left unrecorded for posterity. Valeri didn’t go so far as to explain the reason for her unfortunate incidents, but she did accept an invitation to stay at Bryn’s place for a few days, something the werewolfess figured should be enough of a springboard to let her find out what the real issues were. It couldn’t be that the accidental hulking-outs just happened, there had to be a reason for it; hormonal imbalance alone wasn’t enough to trigger a transformation, there was almost always something specific that happened that led to it taking place. For herself, it used to be more than just the full moon; Bryn distinctly remembered a time when just feeling pissed off enough was all she needed to start growing bigger and furrier all over, and it took a significant amount of introspection and meditation for that to stop. It made her a better person because of it, and looking back, she could tell her “new” her was someone she liked far more than she did her older, more “rebellious” self, who was little more than a loudmouth who happened to be big enough to back up their blustering. But Valeri… she wasn’t like that. She was a sweetheart, and Bryn knew she wouldn’t hurt a damned fly even if it killed her; the same couldn’t be said for her altered state, but then again, the same could be said for everyone’s altered state if they didn’t have the training needed to keep it under control. So, when she got home that day, Bryn spent some time proofing her house against what might very well be a destructive series of growth spurts; she didn’t want them to happen, and some small part of her wanted to believe they wouldn’t, but not taking precautions would be beyond ridiculous at that stage. Corners had to be ground down into rounded edges, cutting implements had to be locked away, and the second door on the right in the first floor landing was bolted shut and reinforced with a few additional planks for good measure; those were expensive toys, and Bryn would rather tell a white lie about it being “under renovation” than risk losing several thousand dollars’ worth of high-grade materials during a rampage. It took a long while, enough so that she wasn’t even done by the time Valeri came knocking at her front door; the werewolfess had to make do with the assumption that her friend would just decide not to check the attic, because goodness were there a lot of unmarked boxes in there that might have stuff she needed. Sweating, exhausted, but with a smile on her face about as wide as it physically could be, Bryn bounded down the stairs to welcome her friend in, being faced with a very surprised-looking Valeri, whose first words out of their mouth were asking her how she could afford a place like that. It was unimportant, the hostess insisted, at least next to their “gals’ night” that she had absolutely, totally planned and not just improvised on the spot; they were not to engage in impromptu therapy, but to just hang out, and if at any point Valeri decided to do anything else, then Bryn certainly wasn’t going to say no. And, for a while, things progressed exactly like any regular visit would, albeit with significantly more creaking of springs on account of couches just not being built for people like those two; it was a combination of hard work and nature’s blessing, sure, but that didn’t suddenly make steel more resistant, or the upholstery more welcome of two amazons whose bodies were honed to the point of perfection and beyond. Ultimately, this was what puzzled Bryn above all else: Valeri was just like herself, in that they clearly had the patience to take a natural advantage and then work on it until what they had was mostly the fruits of their own labor. They would’ve been able to be of above-average size and strength even without any extra working out, but the fact that they went out of their way to exercise regularly and sharpen their competitive edge further had granted them a body that most people could only dream of. Clearly, this meant Valeri had the discipline, the self-control, and the determination to… well, do just that; it made it surprising, and somewhat bizarre, that they would then develop a crippling inability to control themselves for no apparent reason, and despite her insistence that she didn’t want to dig any further than Valeri allowed, Bryn couldn’t just let go of it. Not just for everyone else’s sake, but for her friend’s as well; this unfortunate situation was very clearly taking a toll on Valeri, seeing as they, sitting on the couch and watching a bad movie, were far more relaxed then than at any point Bryn had seen them in the past few months. A weight had been taken off their shoulders, at least temporarily, but would very likely be placed right back onto them the moment Valeri stepped out of the house or left in a few days’ time; perhaps the two could steal some peace out of the cosmos when they were still there with one another, but apart from that, it was anyone’s guess. Nevertheless, the best way around this was to just do nothing. Paradoxical as it may seem, Bryn knew Valeri better than anyone, enough to know that if she did poke and prod, she would only lock the box harder in the process; the simplest way of getting her friend to open up and be honest about things was to simply provide an environment in which they felt like they were safe in opening up, and part of this involved respecting boundaries and letting the other side take their time. Thus, the werewolfess took the opportunity to treat the “gals’ night out” with about the exact degree of seriousness it deserved: none. It was a chance for her to unwind as well, for the two amazons to forget about the humdrum monotony of the daily grind and just have some fun: watch a shitty movie, play some games, engage in some deliciously scandalous gossip, the works. It didn’t matter what happened, so long as they enjoyed themselves; it was just that, in the process, it became clearer and clearer that Valeri was getting closer to saying something that she knew would bring down the mood, yet was also more than certain had to be said, for her sake if nothing else. Still, it took long enough that, by the time it was shared, the two were already getting ready to go to bed… at which point, Valeri very conspicuously followed Bryn into the latter’s room, rather than the guests’ one. Sensing an opening, the latter did nothing to stop the former; if her friend wanted the closer company of a warm body for the night, then werewolfess wasn’t about to say no, especially during such a critical moment in their night; maybe, if she played her cards right, Bryn would find out what was causing all of Valeri’s transformative problems, at which point the two could have a proper heart-to-heart, resolve their issues, and hopefully work together towards a solution. Nevertheless, they mostly worked in silence, changing clothes for their nightly ones and doing their best not to deliberately ogle at one another; not that they weren’t aware of what their bodies were like, given the communal showers at the gym, but it felt… different. It was one thing to bathe after a long workout, covered in sweat and just wanting to get rid of it at the end of several long hours; it was a public place as well, so even in cases where they were the only ones in there, it still served as a limiter of sorts, constantly reminding them that, at any time, someone could walk in. There, however, in the privacy of Bryn’s home, the chances of that taking place were downright non-existent, and it being a bedroom didn’t make things better either; there were voices in their heads, voices which were always there and had to be constantly pushed back to avoid having them take over, voices which made it difficult for the two women to focus on what they actually had to do. Voices that told them that maybe they should relax, get in bed together, and let fate take the wheel, along with copious amounts of hormones and the raw arousal of a million breeders put together and turned up to eleven thousand. Voices which made the prospect of holding one another throughout the night feel like the least they could do, the absolute tamest course of action possible, regardless of the fact that they’d never done anything of the sort before; perhaps it was animalistic attraction, maybe it was Bryn’s unique biology making the whole room smell deeply of pheromones whose sole purpose was to activate one’s libido, or perhaps, at the end of the day, they just cared deeply for one another and had long-yearned for an opportunity to make that as clear as they could, but had never quite gotten the chance to do so. There, behind a closed door, itself behind a locked one, no one could interrupt them, no one could tell them to stop, and no one could really do anything to stop them from experiencing one another like they were always meant to… nothing but the ongoing issues which lay at the heart of the matter, strangling Valeri’s arousal with far too much regret and confusion for her to truly appreciate what should’ve otherwise been a transcendental moment. She hurt, and it wasn’t Bryn’s fault; thus, it was selfish to involve her friend in problems and matters that were of no concern to them, when it was entirely on her for being too weak to handle things herself. Thus, when realizing that the two of them had been looking at one another for a good minute or so, Valeri yanked her head back down, forcing herself to stare at her pajamas before throwing herself onto the king-sized bed and promptly pulling the sheets over herself, lying sideways while facing the wall. Bryn, so convinced that they were close to a breakthrough, sighed quietly as she finished putting on her nightgown, figuring that she’d have a shot or two at breaking through Valeri’s defenses before having to concede and try to fall asleep. She didn’t lie down, nor did she tug on the sheets herself; rather, she sat on the bed, her back to the wooden board at the head on of it, with one hand on top of Valeri’s head. They were warm, deliciously so, but that wasn’t why the hand was there; it was there to let them know that they were safe, and if please, if they wanted to talk to someone, please, they had Bryn there. No regrets, no concerns, no judgements; all Valeri had to do was talk, and her friend would listen, as things should be. It still took a while, as well as a couple of dry sobs that made it clear that opening up wasn’t just something the amazon could do; she certainly wanted to, and part of her kept yelling at her that she wasn’t being selfish for sharing, but downright idiotic for not doing so, but it was… hard. It was hard to leave herself so vulnerable, even when she knew for a fact that of all the people on the planet, Bryn was likely the one most qualified to help her; it wasn’t a matter of being intellectually aware of anything at all, but rather how it was processed and how she managed to power through it. Not the easiest task in the world. “It’s when I’m mad.” “Hmm?” Bryn automatically hummed back, surprised at the sudden choice of words. “The changing, it… it’s when I’m mad,” Valeri clarified, slowly turning to face her friend with an exhausted look on her face, “I thought I could control it, but whenever I get pissed off, it just… it just happens, you know? Either that or when I’m scared by something; give me a spook and I’ll just fucking get set off or something, I dunno… I’m sorry, I sh-” “Shut up, dummy.” The words were stern, their choice deliberate, their tone even more so. The look Bryn gave her friend, however, was nothing if not supportive: a warm smile, one that spoke to them the words “It’s fine” repeated eternally, as if to make Valeri know that despite everything, in spite of everything, they were still safe. They were still okay. “You don’t need to apologize,” Bryn carried on, “I invited you over for a reason. We’re friends, aren’t we? You don’t need to worry about being a burden; I’ll gladly carry you for as long as you need to go.” “Bryn…” “And if you cry, fuck you, so will I!” - there was already a tear forming in the corners of the werewolfess’ eyes - “So for your sake and mine, don’t. Just… ok, you say it happens when you get mad?” “... o-or scared, yes,” Valeri eventually replied, sniffling slightly and doing her best to fight back tears; thankfully, there was something else entirely to focus on, “like one time someone crashed out of a window on the ground floor because another shifter had a spat, and I was so fucking shocked that I just transformed right there and then. Other times it’s just…” “Stuff you used to be able to deal with, but now every time someone brings it up you just get so fucking pissed that you can’t help it?” “God yes” - for once, Valeri looked relieved, her expression softening as she realized Bryn could truly empathize with an experience that was so dreadfully familiar and personal to her - “Like, I can’t even use the subway anymore? It was a pain in the ass and I always hated it, it was always fucking crowded and I couldn’t stand it, but every day I just sorta-” “Grinned and beared it?” “To some extent. Now though, just the thought is enough to set me off; I had to start walking to work, since I don’t really fit in cars that I can afford, and it’s been an absolute pain in the ass, let me tell you.” “Which only-” “Makes it worse, yup.” “A pickle,” Bryn mused, still with a smile on her face, “but an actual pickle. It’s a thing, we can work with it; it’s not this… nebulous whatever, you know? Anger management is part and parcel of being a shifter, I used to be exactly like that until I took meditation classes. It was pain, especially during the full moon, but now look at me!” “... I’m s-” “Don’t” - Bryn punctuated this by giving Valeri a playful bap on the forehead - “Listen, this was good progress already, okay? We know what the problem is now, and honestly? Everyone has it, it’s not just you. It’s hard, it’s gonna take a lot of work, and I’m not gonna tell you that it’s just gonna be magically fine with minimal effort; we’re gonna be going at this for a while, and you’re not gonna see results for a couple of weeks at best, so we’re also gonna need to run some lifestyle changes, but trust me, Valeri.” Bryn leaned forward, daring to plant a smooch on her friend’s forehead. “It’ll be alright in the end. You just gotta power through.” Two smiles. No words were exchanged beyond this point, though, in all honesty, any would just spoil the moment. It hardly mattered what either of them said when the promise made was already more powerful than anything else their tired brains could come up with that late at night; thus, the two amazons resolved to try and get a good night’s sleep, firmly believing that, come morning, they could start working on their grandest project yet. Valeri, in particular, went as far as to physically pull a one-eighty spin, going from facing the wall to all-but snuzzling directly into Bryn’s neck, the biggest and stupidest grin on her face. The werewolfess, for her part, gladly accepted her new role as the little spoon, doing her best to try and be the soft, warm, and inviting pillow that Valeri very clearly needed. With that, they would eventually be lulled to sleep, their minds powering down and their bodies reaching a state of minimal equilibrium as they drifted off into dreamland, sure to find nothing but the best that their imagination could offer. And indeed, for Bryn, this meant almost immediately being plunged in the sort of fantastical sensual scenarios that she would never, at any point, reveal to anyone for fear of the embarrassment that it would cause… scenarios which now involved a certain someone glued to her in the real world. Hers was a good night, and bound to be the best, had it not been for the unfortunate reality that simple words were not enough to fully turn Valeri over. The other giantess was certainly a lot calmer after the short conversation, and had fallen asleep truly and sincerely believing things were going to be better, but she was still herself, and she still had to deal with a great many unfortunate realities when it came to her fears and anxieties. It wasn’t the first time she had that nightmare, nor would it be the last as far as she was concerned; her fears manifested in one horrendous scene that she dared not speak of, not even to herself, a mental image of such terrifying power that to merely think of it would be enough to trigger a transformation. She saw herself as she would be: an uncontrollable, mindless animal guided entire by rage and fear, incapable of holding herself in check no matter how much effort she put into it… and, in seeing herself so, she became such a beast, her body unable to prevent the “sight” from triggering a transformation in the waking world. Rudely awakened, Valeri went straight from unconscious to pissed off and bestial within a second, bypassing groggy and just merely “awake” to head right on down to the worst of herself that she could possibly be; moments after, Bryn would wake up as well, when her body felt like it was being crushed in Valeri’s grip, a yelp escaping from her before she realized what was going on. “Valeri!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, no effort being made to conceal the terror in her voice, “Valeri, stop!” It was no use. There was no Valeri in there, at least not anymore; if Bryn wanted anything to happen, she was going to have to take matters into her own hands… which was easier said than done, given that the amazon beside her was hulking out and already about twice as big as they normally were, the bed creaking menacingly with the sudden increase in weight. The thrashing would begin soon, both of Valeri’s hands clamping down hard on the werewolfess as the giantess made short work of the sheets, the mattress, the bed frame itself, grunting and groaning in agony as the visions continued to pour through her head. Valeri was gone, but the creature that remained was still beset by the same nightmares, the same horrors that the amazon’s mind had cooked up, and as a result, it too suffered; it too was in pain, grimacing and begging for help in the only way that it knew how, leaving them to turn Bryn into a ragdoll with how easily they moved her around. Bryn herself was lucky that her body was as sturdy as it was, otherwise she’d have been looking at multiple torn ligaments or even a few broken bones; she was, thankfully, made of sturdy enough stuff that she survived the initial onslaught, seizing the opportunity granted by the small reprieve before the next one to wriggle free from Valeri’s hands and turn around to face the bestial young woman. Sore all over and already feeling the pain from being handled as roughly as she had been, it was nonetheless critical that she keep her mind focused on what had to happen: namely, getting both her hands on Valeri’s face and squeezing it hard enough to control where it was looking at, forcing her friend to stare at her and nothing else. “Valeri!” Bryn shouted, paying no heed to the fact that the hulked-out monster underneath her was already trying to pull at her back again in an effort to get her off of them, “Valeri, please, I know you’re hearing me! Valeri, stop! I don’t care what you’re doing, stop! You’re safe!” It was a command as much as it was a request (or supplication, to be more accurate); appealing to some “better judgement” wouldn’t work on Valeri now that they’d completely lost control of themselves, but outright barking out an order might just do something. At least, Bryn recalled it worked for her back when she still had her episodes; it was precisely someone having the spine to step up and demand that she stop that forced her to do so, even if the rampage resumed a few minutes later when said person turned out to not really have a follow-up plan. But after what had happened that night, after all the effort the two went through to be honest with one another, Bryn wasn’t about to give up so easily. She may not have a plan beyond getting Valeri to stop, but she was good enough at improvising that she figured she could get away with coming up with one as she went along; thus, her continuing to grab hold of her friend’s face, with her own a mere inch or two away, her voice already hoarse from the effort of screaming so loudly. “Valeri, stop! Everything is fine! You’re safe! No one’s going to hurt you! Stop!” The expression of raw anger didn’t change… but the rest of the amazon did. Much like with the werewolfess herself, the other giantess suddenly stopped, her whole body freezing mid-motion; they weren’t at all more relaxed, with their muscles very clearly being tensed up and ready to go at a moment’s notice, but they had stopped moving entirely, giving Bryn a much-needed opening in which to do… something. There was no plan there, no multiple steps to follow once that break was accomplished; as far as the mistress of the house cared, just being able to put a stop to the budding rampage was good enough, with the issues that came with it only then becoming apparent. But, as she stared down into Valeri’s eyes, as the two looked at one another as opposite sides of the same bestial coin, the more the obvious way out became evident; to a certain extent, Bryn didn’t want to go there, as it felt somewhat dirty, inappropriate even, to do so under those circumstances. On the other hand, they were in the same room for a reason, they had spent the day together already, and everything else pointed in that direction as well, as it had for a long enough time that it bordered on the downright ridiculous. In truth, if ever there was a time when Bryn was perfectly justified in doing something like that, it was right there and then. It was, ultimately, the best tool she had to put a stop to it all before it went truly out of control: a kiss. It was so simple, yet it worked wonders. The two were already close enough that all it took was Bryn moving her head forward just the slightest bit for their lips to meet, at which point the outside world seemed to disappear into a haze, no longer important or relevant. Bryn was only vaguely aware of Valeri’s body finally relaxing, the throbbing musculature on the amazon growing softer and less vascular as the amount of strength placed behind each motion was slowly lowered until it reached levels that regular folk could withstand. Likewise, she only felt the tight grip lessen on her in a very distant sense, since it ceased mattering the moment Valeri returned her kiss; it was very clearly automatic at first, given that most of the giantess was still operating on instinct alone, but as it carried on, as the two kept the moment going, more of the amazon’s true self began returning. Valeri was there again, banging against the sides of her cage, begging to be let out… before realizing that she was the one who was supposed to be in charge there, and outright blasting her way through the bars keeping her locked away in the back of her own head. It was her body, and she wasn’t about to have it be taken away from her, not at such a crucial moment; she wasn’t going to let a shitty goddamned nightmare get in the way of her and Bryn finally doing something that they’d be dreaming of for goodness knows how long, and she certainly wasn’t about to give up trying to fight back against her monstrous side. She’d made a promise to Bryn, even if not explicitly, and now was her first chance to live up to it and prove that she could control herself, prove that she was stronger than her own impulses. So she fought, digging her way up from the very depths of her psyche, forcing her other side down and kicking it deeper into the pits whenever it tried to claw its way back up. She, Valeri, was the one in charge there, and if this primal half of her wanted to disagree, then it was welcome to try and dethrone her, because she certainly wasn’t about to give up the seat at the helm. Not now, not ever again, not with Bryn at her side and so willing to finally consummate their feelings for one another. It was a glorious awakening, coming back to reality and finding herself in control of her own body again; or rather, it certainly would be, if she didn’t have better things to worry about. It would’ve been lovely to stretch out, to get up from her bed and to look at herself in the mirror, to admire her musculature and see how it rippled and bulged, to look upon herself and see the true picture of might. But that was nothing; anyone could do that, anyone could swing open a wardrobe door and use their eyes… and besides, she could do that at any point of the day, really. But there? And now? With Bryn in her arms, locked deeply in a tongue-filled kiss, moaning and murring as they practically begged for her to not go away again? How could she possibly deny this moment? So she kissed back. For real this time, not just because her body was acting on its own and knew that it was “supposed” to return the kiss; she did so because she wanted to do it, because it was the right thing to do, because Bryn deserved it. She did it because her body was her own again, and no one would ever take it from her again; there might be lapses, sure, and it would be disingenuous to claim she’d never lose control again, but a promise was made to regain it at all costs, and a promise would be kept, no matter what had to happen. This, Valeri knew, and this, Valeri made sure to let Bryn know as well: through her arms, wrapped around them, through her lips, passionately pressed against theirs, through her warmth, shared. She was calm. She was herself. And they had the whole night left.

Who was going to stop them, after all? Who in the whole team had the courage and presence of mind to forcefully open the lock on the entrance, walk all the way to where the two lovers were making good use of all that empty space, and order them to stand down and pour some cold water on themselves? No one, that’s who, no one was dumb enough to even try such a thing, leaving Baha and Sorana to thoroughly enjoy one another’s presence, basking in mutual adoration for the first real time ever since they met; with no concerns over the structural integrity of the station to cloud their minds, and a truly colossal bed left there for them to use, it didn’t take too long before the bear pushed her boytoy onto the mattress and, with a snap of her fingers, had the compression layers keeping him down removed. Not all of them, mind, but just enough that she could easily climb onto a pair of nuts that were very easily bigger than she herself was, her entire front pressed against a cock that didn’t have any right being that titanic and appetizing; as it rose to break the twelve foot line, Sorana briefly considered letting it go further, a notion that made her knees feel weak even though she wasn’t using them. She imagined, in her mind’s eye, what a fully unleashed Baha would look like: unthinkably huge, so much that he could plug the cannon underneath them and still have more to offer, so powerful that a cumshot could break physics in half and crack a ball of gas as if it was made entirely out of solid material. She pictured it, and for each moment she held that image in her mind, more drool pouring out from her mouth, helped along by her face being stuffed against that cock to begin with, giving her plenty of opportunities to breathe it in, to slobber all over the damned thing, to quietly beg for more even as her mind struggled to keep her powers in check. The compressor gear itself had been reduced to a relatively thin, adjustable cockring around the base of Baha’s shaft; at any given point, it could be told to expand to cover him up completely, in order to then shrink him back down, but for the time being, what both of them wanted was to see that colossal package swell, to watch as the horse’s nuts bloated with seed and his cock twitched and throbbed its way upwards and outwards, until the bear was left clinging to it, her arms wrapped around its circumference even as her motor control was slowly drained out of her body at the same rate as her force of will. Despite thinking of herself as the dominant half of the relationship, a claim that held some merit whenever the two interacted in less lewd a manner, such certainties vanished the moment she was face-to-face with that monster of a shaft; if keeping herself in check was already difficult at the best of times, what with her knowing what lurked beneath the surface, being shown the prize that she strived for at all times broke Sorana completely, leaving behind only a mumbling, spluttering mess who could barely put one coherent word in front of another. Then again, Baha wasn’t any better; rather than take the opportunity to assert himself and take command of which direction things were going, he was too busy having his cock stroked by an overeager bear who didn’t seem to know her own strength, leaving him thoroughly unable to do anything other than beg for her to go faster, in between neighing and clenching every muscle in his substantially-sized body in preparation for a release that he knew shouldn’t come… or should it, really? Were they not somewhere that was designed to withstand his levels of productivity? There were redundant systems in place precisely to make sure that, should one fail, there would be plenty more layers of defense to protect the rest of the station from a cum flood, so if there was any place in the universe where Baha could be safe in his decision to cut loose, it had to be there, in that gloriously oversized warehouse that he would call a home for the next few months. It was with a smile on his face that this realization hit him, even if it only lasted for a moment before being replaced by a grimace and then something resembling a broken grin; keeping hold of one emotion when Sorana was eagerly bouncing on his nuts and rubbing her whole body against his cock was… difficult. As for Sorana herself, she didn’t wait for any foreplay before going down on that member as hard as she could, knowing as she did that, should she want seconds, the horse’s refractory period would make sure she got them in short notice. Besides, at sizes like those, what would even count as foreplay? When dealing with a dick so big that it was literally larger than she herself was, wasting time tending to it gently felt like a waste; a cock that big deserved to get serviced as soon and as frequently as possible, even if it meant having so much precum splattered on top of her that the thought of her fur being permanently stained occurred to the ursine more than once. It was a deluge, a waterfall of the stuff pouring out from Baha’s tip, which even after just a few seconds of stimulation was bubbling like a cauldron; even still, it was naught but a fraction of what he was truly capable of, an entrée for the main course really, and one that Sorana was eager to get rid of in order to make way for the full release. Holding back and exercising any degree of self-control were both ideas that just never came to her, something that she might’ve done in the past, but was entirely uncalled-for in that particular situation. No, she just had to keep bouncing, keep licking, keep moaning, keep growling, until the cock she was hugging reached a critical limit beyond which it couldn’t go any further: covered in bulging veins, slick with pre, audibly pulsating with every heartbeat and ready to blow, at least if the two titanic cum factories attached to the bottom of it were any indication. If nothing else, Sorana’s one regret was that she was no longer big enough to actually take that beast into her; otherwise, she would’ve climbed that pole and shoved herself on it quicker than Baha could even realize it was happening, happily impaling herself and getting ready to be stuffed by enough cum to knock her up several times over if she so allowed it. Alas, the horse was just too big, and while the bear could quite easily shrink him down so he still fit, she didn’t want to; it was far better, far more enjoyable for her to let him be that way, for the pillar of cockmeat she was holding onto to turn into a veritably geyser of cum once it finally blew. Not only would it leave her covered from head to toe in her lover’s spunk, not only would it do the same for every surface around the two… but it also maximized pleasure for Baha himself, which was half the point of the two engaging in such debauchery to begin with. Sure, it was going to require the bed as a sacrifice, as it most certainly didn’t have the strength to withstand what was coming next, but that was an acceptable loss as far either of the two lovers were concerned; they could always get another one, after all. For those on the outside of the warehouse, however, the sudden and sharp uptick in volume was the only sign they needed to get the hell out of dodge, mostly on instinct; though they knew, intellectually, that the structure had been built to specification so it could withstand the sort of punishment the two lovers were about to dole out, after having so many close calls before, no one wanted to take the chance. Plus, with the team evacuating to the reinforced control room, it was a perfect opportunity to check if what the Board had told them was actually true, that the station was capable of withstanding the amount of cum that Baha could pour out without the whole thing clogging up. If it all went according to plan, then they’d have nothing to worry about, and if it didn’t, well… it’d be a loss, certainly, but at least the command center they were in had enough supplies to last them until rescue came knocking at their door, hopefully after draining the facility of any residual contaminants. Thankfully, that time around the mining team had functioning cameras, which to be fair, didn’t exactly help with their apprehension; they got to watch as the fuck session went on for several hours, as the drains were activated and then pushed to the limit, and as the numbers on the plumbing sensors went up, triggered a venting, went down, then climbed back to restart the cycle. After a certain point, it became less titillating and far more fascinating, as the stamina involved in keeping it going was such that most of those still watching, those who hadn’t left the room after realizing it was safe to do so, were doing so to crib ideas out of what they were seeing for when time came to deploy the cannon properly. This, above all things, was what worried the mining team, as they knew for a fact that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t crack gas in half; they could certainly try to disperse it, but breaking a gaseous substance in the same way one would a solid one was… presumably possible under some theoretical iteration of physics, but certainly not in the one that they were operating in, not unless their company had some kind of mega-sized freeze ray they could use to turn the gas giant into a giant ice ball before shattering it into pieces. Lacking any avenues to exploit, however, left the crew with few excuses not to try something at least; while they fully intended to stretch out their stay at the facility for as long as they physically could, owing to the luxurious accommodations and all, they still needed some sort of ace in the hole for whenever the company came knocking at the door. The last thing anyone needed was for the deadline to be reached without any sort of progress, even if it was the most token one possible; at least then the foremen could attempt to negotiate an extension, presumably by appealing to the difficulty of the task at hand. Thus it was that, after a couple of weeks where they allowed Baha and Sorana to acclimatize to their new life together, they asked the horse to take the lift down to the firing chamber, right when the bear had been whisked away to a quick, entirely unnecessary medical check-up just to make sure she didn’t interfere. At the very least, the automated system placed the equine in his proper position in record time, saving everyone a lot of hassle as the harness was strapped in place and a complementary plate of sandwiches was carefully laid beside Baha’s seat as he got comfortable; below him, the floor began collapsing into two large domes, meant to hold the planet cracker’s two cumtanks once they were unleashed from the compressor field, and out in front, the myriad of cockrings arrayed in the firing barrel were starting up and going through their safety checks, all with the single push of a button in the control room a safe distance away. It was, in all respects, the easiest job in the world, so much so that most of the team didn’t even need to be there… which only made it clearer how much the company was expecting them to succeed, a thought that no one really wanted to pay too much consideration to, lest they undergo constant panic attacks. For the time being, the most important thing was to keep watching as the system prepared itself, a couple of the older members of the crew staring dumbfounded at technology that they’d never expected to see in their lifetime; to the foremen, however, every second was nerve-wracking, as they had come to expect the absolute worst at any given time. With Baha being the way he was, there was always a non-zero chance of him undergoing some sort of growth-related process that would clog the system up in some way, or not releasing, or releasing too much, or a variety of different things that could go wrong if they looked away for even a split second. It was therefore of the utmost importance for them to keep staring at the monitor, scouring it for any signs of anything going even remotely off the rails; when nothing did, that just made their paranoia soar to greater heights, forcing one of the lower-ranked engineers to push their way to the control panel and instruct the system to initiate phase two: removing the compression gear. This was the most dangerous portion of the whole process, as it had to be executed in the precise order needed to ensure a safe, continuous release of the stored mass, slowly building up until all of Baha’s compressed size was released back into realspace; thankfully, the automated systems were more than capable of handling the more mechanical aspects of it… leaving the psychological ones to Baha himself. It was an unstated assumption that the horse would just have to learn to deal with his own size if they wanted their assignment to end in a remotely positive note, but no one really thought to ask him if he felt up to the task, much less test his ability to resist the sight of his own body growing like that. With the sort of things him and Sorana got up to, one could be forgiven for believing he’d be capable of maintaining some level of control over himself without the bear around, but as soon as the compressor field was turned down to ninety-percent efficiency and some of Baha’s mass spilled forth onto the universe at large, it became evident that the team wouldn’t be able to rely on the equine’s sense of self-control, if it existed at all in his lust-addled mind. Ten percent of his full dimensions unleashed and already his cheeks were red and burning, already the monitoring systems were warning the crew that the horse’s body temperature was climbing to dangerously high levels; they could always just inject him with some tranquilizer, but given the odds of that jeopardizing the release itself, it was decided to… push the line a bit more. Baha’s underwear was once again reduced to the small cockring around his base, while still maintaining most of the compression field active; this was done so that his shaft could be moved into the cannon’s barrel itself, even if it was still far too small to fit into any of the titanic circular restraints that had been prepared for him. Similarly, his nuts were barely even dipping into the two domes prepared for them, making it clear that he still had a way’s to go before he could be considered “fire-ready”; alas, even at this stage, the poor guy was already struggling to maintain a hold over his sanity, something that wasn’t made any easier when the compression field was reduced yet again, and again, one step at a time releasing increasingly large percentages of his hidden body weight, at a rate calculated to apparently be as excruciatingly pleasurable as possible. Baha knew that wasn’t the case, in some remote corner of his mind, but as the rest of his brain was assaulted with wave after wave of serotonin from all the constant growth, it was hard for him to think of what he was doing as a job; he wasn’t growing into a cannon’s barrel so his productivity could be harnessed to crack a gas giant in half (somehow), he was slowly outgrowing a kilometer-long mega-rifle that used his own cum as ammunition… at least, in his head. In reality, his cock eventually fit snugly into the barrel prepared for it, growing right into the rings designed to both hold it in place and stimulate it in just the right way to maximize the energy unleashed during climax; while Baha didn’t fill even half of the length of the structure, he still managed to occupy a decent chunk of it, along with the two hemispheres holding the olympic-pool-sized nuts he was sporting. To say that he was no longer in control would be an understatement, as the only reason he wasn’t thrusting into the cannon barrel were the restraints placed on the rest of his body keeping him tightly strapped to the chair he was on… and a couple of mechanical arms holding him down to prevent him from putting any of his ideas to practice. He was well and truly stuck, and the only way out of there was to give the machine assembly what it wanted: his climax. It was still going to take a while; with additional size came additional needs, and with his cock and balls being so much larger than himself, Baha required quite a bit of pleasuring before he came anywhere close to an edge. Sorana was particularly helpful in this regard, as at least she knew which buttons to press for maximum effect; a pity that she was still inside the doctor’s office, though by the time the final preparations were done and the horse’s cock was firmly in place, the large bear could bear it no longer. She knew, deep down, that the only reason she’d been called aside was to make room for her boytoy to be transported elsewhere; the only reason she “bought” into the ruse was because she knew no one would be able to stop her if she decided to walk out. So, once the automated system announced that the firing platform was in position, an announcement that rang across the entire station, much to the consternation of those in the control room, Sorana wasn’t about to keep her ass glued to an uncomfortable chair while her lover was out there in desperate need of assistance. She knew what he was going through, knew that he was being tended to by cold, unfeeling mechanical graspers and cockrings, and who knew what else that the company threw onto him; what Baha needed was the warm touch of a tender lover, someone who knew exactly what it was they wanted and how they wanted it… and, perhaps, just a little bit something more, a little bit extra to throw onto the pile and provide the energy needed to keep the horse going, perhaps even beyond their regular limits. After all, they were set up to destroy something in a manner that couldn’t happen, on a time scale that couldn’t be accomplished, by a company who couldn’t care less about how impossible the task was, so clearly, the horse needed all the help he could get! This was the main driving force behind every one of Sorana’s decisions going forward, starting with her walking out of the doctor’s office mid-sentence, to thundering down the access hallway and then up the maintenance shafts towards Baha’s housing facility, to breaking down the door to the warehouse itself and then nearly ripping the elevator control panel off the wall when she called the damned thing. All of this with a smile on her face, of course; as far as the bear cared, she wasn’t so much carving a path of destruction as she was getting to her precious little horse boy as quickly as she could, with everything else being the result of her just no longer caring about pulling her punches. If they were going to crack a gas giant in half, they were going to need to put in some serious effort, and that meant no more fucking around, no more half-measures, and certainly no more holding back her full powers for the sake of everyone else’s safety; from a purely objective standpoint, whatever came out of Baha was going to be ejected into space anyway, so clearly no one had to worry about whether or not it was at the intensity level they expected or several orders of magnitude above it. And as far as Sorana cared, if she could force the latter to happen, she would; it was the least she could do for her lover after so many wonderful days, so many wonderful experiences, and so many wonderful fillings. It was only fair that she paid back in the same coin. The disaster unfolding in real time was obvious to anyone watching, but unfortunately for the mining team, no one there had either the strength or willpower to put a stop to it. Sure, they could do a great many things to try and stop the bear from turning what was supposed to be a test run into a complete meltdown, but who was going to step up, head down to the firing chamber, and put themselves in between that woman and her boytoy? It was easier to choose to believe the system could handle it, even if they all knew it couldn’t, and to sit back and let someone else handle it; besides, for the vast majority of the crew, it wasn’t even their problem at all, but the foremen’s, so clearly if they weren’t doing anything, then it wasn’t important enough for anyone else to risk their lives over it. This was precisely the sort of reaction that Sorana expected, and the one she relied upon for her quasi-plan to work; the moment anyone tried to stop her, she’d be placed into a tight spot, where she either had to assault someone and risk losing access to the facility, or fall back and not give Baha everything he ever wanted. So long as she could keep the crew in that state of indecision, then everything was perfect, giving her all the wiggle room she needed to get into the elevator, smash the internal control panel for good measure, and then forcefully lock it in place once it came to a halt outside the firing chamber. Getting the door open was as simple as snapping her fingers, as was closing it back up and then welding it shut, preventing anyone from even so much as thinking about interrupting her; once that was done, that was it, Baha was hers, exclusively so, and while the crew in the command room could certainly try to shut down the machine assembly, to do so would be to create an even bigger problem than whatever Sorana intended to do. They’d started the whole thing, and now they were going to have to finish it, even as the ursine climbed onto the horse’s lap and unashamedly pulled the two of them into a deep, moanful kiss, one that lasted for long enough, and created enough additional excitement for Baha, that the automated system keeping his shaft locked in place in the cannon barrel helpfully let them know that adjustments were needed to keep the cockrings from snapping from the extra pressure. Coupled with the sound of metallic groaning coming from the barrel, it was proof that Baha could do so much more than what he was showing himself capable of; he just needed some assistance, is all, something to help cheer him up, something to keep him fueled and ready for any challenge, and something that would bring him to the very edge of his proverbial seat just by being there available to him. It was a possibility the both of them had talked about before, yet never explored, mostly because of how dangerously explosive the ensuing growth would inevitably be, and how out of control Baha would end up as if he was ever given that particular treat… but it was a possibility nonetheless, and one that neither the horse nor his lover had any real reason not to take up now that they were in full control of what happened going forward. That they were technically in an orbital facility owned by Baha’s employer didn’t occur to them, because that wasn’t important; what was important was Sorana ripping her top off and getting both of her nipples inside her lover’s mouth, stuffing them as thoroughly as possible so as to avoid any spillage. She had a moment for herself, just one, to appreciate what she was about to do; the middle finger and thumb on her right hand were at the ready, the incantation firm in her mind, as well as the consequences for what she was about to do. Magically charged milk, with someone with Baha’s biology? He was sure to break the firing barrel apart within just a second, and that’s assuming they were lucky with him taking to the substance slowly; one could only wonder what would happen after the equine had his fill, but therein lay the best part of it all: one needn’t wonder, because it was right there, and it was about to happen. A snap, and Sorana felt her tits bloat a few bra sizes as their milkiness was supercharged, just before they began emptying their contents down Baha’s throat with enough pressure to bulge it and his cheeks out at the same time; as for the horse himself, he eagerly gulped down the sweet cream, even when he could barely breathe while doing so, the muffled, gargled moaning making him sound like a man coming out of a desert and finding a cool, fresh water lake just for him. Except this one in particular would never run dry, not for as long as Sorana yet drew breath, and with Baha by her side; that line wouldn’t be crossed any time soon, not even when it became clear that the horse’s reaction to having that much milk pressure-hosed down his throat led to a far stronger, much more pronounced reaction than Sorana could’ve expected, what with both of the horse’s nuts practically doubling in size in the space of a few seconds, and his shaft effectively turning the rifled barrel it was stuck in into a smoothbore. Anyone watching from the outside would bear witness to the sight of a kilometer-long metallic structure suddenly bulging out from within, widening as much as its constituent materials’ elasticity could allow as its interior was filled with more and more cockmeat with each passing second; underneath it, the two domes that were created specifically to secure the horse’s cumtanks had been jettisoned into interstellar space as a result of the two orbs growing at too fast a rate for the welds to withstand. Amazingly enough, the firing chamber itself was still mostly fine, if increasingly cramped as a result of the exposed base of Baha’s dick being big enough on its own to take up most of the room; soon enough though, that wouldn’t be a problem, not when the bear could snap her fingers again and create a small protective bubble around herself and her lover boy, keeping them both safe from harm from whatever would want to cause it… and from the rest of Baha’s body, seeing as it was a danger to itself. Off in the command room, there was no panic; the time for that was long past, with most of the crew being in a state of tacit acceptance, mostly exchanging what they presumed to be their last drink while under the employ of their company. Some had already fled to the escape pods, but the rest of them knew it was pointless; even those without access to the growth projections could see that, whatever size Baha ended up at, even hyperspace wouldn’t save them, not this time. The one solace they could take from it all was that at least the gas giant would probably be destroyed completely, even if it would mean vaporizing its diamond core along with it; the company had no one to blame but itself (or its Board, at least), as now the one RoI they’d ever get would be the magnificent light show they were about to be made witness to. They could even hear the groaning of muscle as Baha grew bigger and stronger on his lover’s cream; impressive, given that both the horse and the bear couple were in space, firmly stuck inside a magical bubble, the firing chamber having been not just ripped from the main facility frame but burst open from within altogether. A big release required a big body to go along with it after all, and it was only fair that the rest of Baha got something while his dick and balls swelled to absurd sizes: twenty feet in height and bulky enough to be capable of flattening a steel girder by placing it on his arm and flexing; thirty feet, and biceps the size of large trucks, fifty feet, eighty, one hundred, bigger and bigger and increasingly unwieldy, yet still miniscule compared to the sheer, magnificently oversized dimensions his package was rocking. It was enough that he didn’t even need to aim; the tip of his cock was already poking through the upper layers of the gas giant’s atmosphere, which was just fine as far as he cared, considering his nuts had both grown enough that they could compete for size with the damned planet itself! Really, it was the confluence of this realization, the sudden intrusion into the gale-force winds of his supposed target, as well as the fact that Sorana’s tits never seemed to get any smaller in relation to him regardless of how massive he became, that led to Baha finally reaching a tipping point; he was already running on fumes ever since the mechanical arms began working him over, so for him to suddenly turn into a giant and everything else around that… one could forgive him for being unable to handle it anymore. The first spurt achieved the operation’s nominal goal. It wasn’t even Baha cumming properly yet as much as it was the (relatively) thinner release that came before it, but it was still enough to strip away layer after layer of the gas giant’s atmosphere, mostly by way of replacing it with thick pre that was then carried through with momentum, quite literally shredding the whole planet into ribbons. This almost instantly revealed the liquid outer core, which was swept away in the initial torrent as well, fully exposing the diamond inner core; for roughly one second, this sphere existed as a testament to Baha’s power and his employer’s reach: a cosmic-sized diamond, ready for the harvest. And then Baha came. The company’s prize jewel wasn’t so much broken as it was atomized; carbon turned into its constituent subatomic particles before those were erased into quark soup and then promptly erased from reality altogether from the force of the blast. The local star was unfortunate enough to happen to be in the way; suffice it to say, being several light-minutes away from where Baha had unleashed his greatest climax yet didn’t save it from being struck by the torrent of spunk, then promptly broken into a billion pieces when the stream pierced through to its core and blew it up from the inside out. Neither did the rest of the stellar system, consumed by the ensuing proto-nova… and the rest of Baha’s continuous release. It only became stronger as it went on, fueled as it was both by the horse’s lust and Sorana indiscriminately feeding him milk of increasingly higher potency; she was running herself ragged and would need to stop soon, but “soon” meant minutes, and if seconds were all that were needed for Baha to obliterate every planetary body in sight, then surely she could hold on to see what happened. So Baha kept going. He kept going, his release becoming ever stronger and more potent, the amount of gallons of cum outpoured into the wilder universe only having more and more zeroes added onto the end of it, never enough to truly make a dent in the size of his cum factories. C was just a suggestion; wouldn’t take more than a few seconds more before the nearest star system was flooded, nor it would require more than a minute or so until the local cluster was entirely subsumed by a galactic tidal wave of jizz… one that would very quickly grow to become very worth of that descriptor, as soon as the exponentials kicked in and Baha’s climax was picked up by the core worlds of just about every major political body. By that point, though, it was too late; the white splotch created by his release was visible to anyone looking at the galactic plane from above or below, a wide, misshapen blob covering a concerning amount of the galaxy itself, blotting out the light from whatever star it touched, leaving only the smooth, creamy white of the horse’s seed to dim out the cosmos. And he would keep going regardless, until he alone was responsible for painting half of everything in those spirals a pure white, at last feeling like he’d been satisfied. For the time being. His nuts were still practically full after all.

Rodentine Rapture II Cassandra sat bolt upright in bed, panting. She'd lost track of time again. The moment she stepped into the hot tub to the moment she'd awoken in bed was a completely blur. But for the first time in weeks she'd woken up feeling sexually satisfied and not covered in sweat and cum. Sure she had a bit of a hard on, but that was supposed to be normal for those with that particular piece of anatomy. She felt well rested, alert, and quite pleasant, oddly enough. It seemed that the previous evening she'd managed to find the amount of sex that her body was considering 'normal' and thus awoke without the overwhelming, uncomfortable, but still quite fun lust that had been her constant companion every morning for the last few weeks. She found she almost missed it, though then again just because her body wasn't demanding immediate sexual gratification didn't mean she couldn't caress her wonderful cock anyway. Cassie reached beneath the covers, curling her hand around her shaft, only to gasp in pleasure as her touch excited sensations more intense than she'd expected. She tossed the bedclothes aside and gaped in awe at the sight of her shaft. It had doubled in size since she'd last seen it. It was absolutely insane; perhaps two feet in length, it reached from her loins, over her belly, and it seemed that she'd also gained the other aspect of the male anatomy. She had a pair of balls the size of grapefruits. And on the topic of fruits, how about those melons? Cassie's cock wasn't the only thing that had grown; her tits were absolutely massive. They rivaled of the knockers she'd seen on one of those specialty starlets in one of the pornos she'd watch the previous evening. "Daaaaaaamn," she whispered, drawing out the word with awe. She reached up and gave one a squeeze, a shiver coursing through her body. Wonderfully soft and sensitive, it made her moan with delight. She was of half a mind to call and cancel the doctor appointment if this was what she was going to walk around with from here on out. She didn't care if no one else could see her awesome assets; they felt so much fun to have, even if they were only delusions of her over-stressed mind. Would they be even bigger tomorrow? Cassie wasn't sure if having them bigger still would be something wonderful or something terrible. She was almost positive that her cock would be unable to fit in just about anyone, and she was going to have trouble dealing with her massive hooters as it was. But then again, if it wasn't quite real, she wouldn't actually HAVE to deal with clothes. She sighed happily and lay back on her bed. Cassie felt so comfortable in her hidden apartment. It was warm, and the scent of sex filled the air. It was too bad she didn't have anyone to share it with, but she didn't feel comfortable letting just anyone into her place. Plus all the ways in were really, really weird. The thought crossed her mind that she didn't know her hidden space as well as she ought, as she'd never taken a look at where the exits from the other apartments lead. They were pretty much the mirror image of her home; one door in the living room that seemed to lead to a closet, but hers lead into the supply room of her office, and a sliding door out to a presumed balcony that was instead blocked off by something just a few feet beyond. She checked the clock at her bedside. She had a good two hours before she needed to go into work; more than enough time to see where the other exits from her hidden realm lead. Without her paying attention to it, her hard-on softened as Cassie browsed through her clothes, looking for something comfortable to wear despite her altered anatomy. A bra was completely out of the question, and none of her shirts were going to fit. But thankfully she had a few shirts left behind by a past boyfriend. Even though they were meant for a much larger frame, the plain black T she'd donned left a goodly portion of Cassie's midriff exposed. There was barely enough fabric to cover her plentiful breasts, but it did indeed cover them, and in a quite comfortable manner. The lack of support from a bra didn't cause the slightest bit of discomfort. In fact she felt rather good going without, it felt more natural, more fun, and more erotic. It looked ridiculous to put on a pair of panties over her impressive manhood, but Cassie did so anyway, giggling as she did so. The panties weren't for modesty's sake, but were more because it amused Cassie. The simple white and blue striped thong would barely even cover one of her balls. But still, Cassie figured she might as well put them on, since her cock was somewhat of a fiction, after all. Completing the outfit were a pair of simple, loose athletic shorts. Typically they were tied off so that Cassie had quite a lot of laces left, but oddly when she tied the knot to secure the shorts at a comfortable tightness, she had about half as much as she was supposed to. In addition the shorts didn't seem to be quite as loose as she recalled. The clung to her hips, butt, and groin, showing that she sported a hefty bulge between her legs. Thankfully her shoes fit, but just barely. It would probably be a good idea to go shopping after work, picking up a few things. Not too far off from what her real sizes were with enough extra to be comfortable and cover what she needed, but without displaying her little mental malady to the rest of the world. She'd probably look absolutely ridiculous if she tried to buy clothes that went along with her imagined body. Cassie slipped a flashlight into one of the pockets on her shorts. She grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen and munched on it as she walked next door. As she passed the bathroom, she paused for a moment. As best she could tell, the four apartments were the same size. But the bathroom was nestled between the two across the hall from Cassie's apartment. If that was correct, there ought to be something that filled the same space as the bathroom, but there was no door on the opposing wall, just the same paneling, wallpaper, and light fixtures that decorated the hallway wall. It would be something to investigate later. The very idea made glee flutter in her chest; she loved exploring like this. How had she ever been afraid of this place, and why had she bothered tossing a thousand dollars a month down a hole paying for a place to live when she could've been living here for free? Everything was much nicer here, all the hot water in the shower that she wanted, no noisy neighbors, no one to complain about her lustful moans in the night. She could cry out and cum in her sleep however she wanted, without having to worry about some bigoted old bat thinking she was sneaking another woman into her apartment. She started with the apartment next door; it was a bit more spartan than her own, with mismatched furniture, shelves that were kludged together, and more beds than bedrooms. It looked like five or six people were sharing the two bedroom apartment, and had accommodations for a few more to stay over. The sofa and two loveseats all folded out into beds; there were two air mattresses in a closet, and a fold-up rollaway bed in each of the bedrooms in addition to the main bed. The bedroom closets lacked doors, and were almost filled to bursting with clothes. Probably not her size, but it wouldn't hurt to look later on. Her curiosity piqued, Cassie found herself giving the apartment a good looking over before finding out where its exits led. The books on the shelves were mostly of a textbook nature, medicine and biology, mostly. Med school students had used the apartment, it seemed. That would explain why there had been so many of them living in here once upon a time. It was a good way to cut costs. There was some nice cookware in the kitchen; Cassie had already snatched up a few pieces when she'd first gone over the apartments, looking for smallish things to take back to her own place. If she ever got time enough to cook for herself she'd pop over and take a few things. This was her place now, and the pots, the pans, the crock pot, everything belonged to her. She'd been a bit superstitious earlier. But things had worked out for the best. The hall closet was filled with blankets, and there were some nice, fluffy towels in the bathroom that were better than the ones Cassie had. She made a note to come get them on her way back. The kitchen cupboards had been mostly empty, but that was no surprise. There hadn't been a speck of food that had been in Central City, or the whole of the CTA, that had gone bad because of the End. It was divine intervention, some said. It was strange at first, all the houses that were looked in during the initial drives to find food had fresh foodstuffs located within. But those that were explored later on lacked anything that would rot. Even now people were opening up places that had been undisturbed since the End, and aside from a few cans, most were empty of food. It was like some higher power had gone through and made sure that every building the CTA would be a nice place to live, even years down the line. Trash cans were empty, there were no mummified house pets; there wasn't even anything repugnant floating in the toilet bowls. Some people attributed it to God. Cassie didn't think that was the case. Whatever power stitched together central city, it seemed to leave little things hidden for people who had their eyes open, like her little pocket of apartments that shouldn't be in an office building that were connected to other places. It seemed driven by an intelligence that was more... mischievous and curious. Especially if you added strange things like Cassie's slowly growing levels of arousal, her copious self-pleasure while asleep, and her alterations. It seemed more like something with a great deal of power, and a sense of humor toying with humanity. Thinking more on the matter as she searched, Cassie opened the living room closet, her flashlight beam piecing the darkness of the hallway beyond. She'd opened the door before, but only to replace the lock. She knew that a tiled hallway lay beyond it, but not what the hallway was attached to. The door itself was a normal door, with a small plaque that read "Auxiliary Access" placed on it at general eye-height. It was something that no one would pay any attention to, but also something that no one would need to go into. Cassie picked a direction, finding a few offices, but it didn't smell like an office. The hallway led out into a reception desk, situated in a bigger hallway. The sign above it read "Nursing Station." But all the lights were off, and it was silent as a tomb. The hospital wasn't at all active. A check of the patient rooms found that they were all made up quite nicely, not a single patient, corpse, or brain-eating zombie in residence. Cassie entered one and made her way to the window, the light of the near-full moon illuminating the city streets below. Though Cassie could see buildings, she didn't see any lights. Not a single illuminated window or the headlights of a car. Perhaps a section of unused city that lacked people, put away for use some time in the future? Cassie didn't feel any sort of ominous chill, or anything that would indicate danger, just a sense of isolation and loneliness. There was a whole city out there to poke around in and explore if she wanted. On her way out she flipped the switch on the wall, finding that the light came on when she did so. Odd that an abandoned city was getting power from somewhere; it made her feel all the more like someone was playing games with the bits of the United States that had become the CTA. Apparently you didn't need to have a manned power plant to get power, yet there hadn't been any in Central City until they'd sent technicians to flip the "send out power" switch in the nuclear plant. Or at least that's what Cassie assumed. She left the light on, presuming that if the exits from the med student apartment were like her own, the balcony door would lead out onto someplace near the hospital. She'd come right back and turn it off once she'd figured out where the sliding door lead. A minute later Cassie found herself pushing open a section of brick wall, actually on a balcony. She was across the street from the hospital, with the entire parking lot between this building and that one. With the molded plastic chairs and the grill, Cassie assumed it was an apartment building. She could see the light she'd left on, the only one in the large, nine-story building, about halfway up. She took a few steps and peered into the sliding glass door of the apartment. It was identical to the one she'd just left, down to the green and tan wallpaper and the three mismatched hide-a-beds. Apparently the apartment had been copied from an actual location. That made sense. Central City hadn't had bits and pieces scooped up from all over and brought together. Rather it was made up of pieces copied and pasted from reality, and the people and animals brought over during the thunderous uproar and the incredible disorientation that had knocked those that were awake unconscious. The balcony door was unlocked and slid aside easily. Cassie wondered if the apartments within were also copied to make her little section. She walked through the apartment, opened the front door (also unlocked), stepped out into the hallway, and opened the opposing door. Much to Cassie's disappointment she found that it was a completely different apartment. It looked like it belonged to a family, what with the scattering of toys across the floor. Unlike the four-pack of apartments she'd stumbled across, these lacked the coat of dust that came with years of disuse. So something was keeping this place nice and pristine. Cassandra closed the door behind her and checked the rest of the doors. Though the bathroom's layout was the same, the coloration was different. This one had dark green accents to the tiles and pale green fixtures amongst the white. Her own was much the same, but in navy and baby blue. The other two apartments were also different. But the one oddity that stood out was the door across from the restroom, which lead to a mix of janitor's closet and laundry room, sporting a pair of washing machines and matching dryers. That was just about the only thing Cassie needed that her hidey hole didn't have, she'd been going to the laundromat once a week. From now on she could easily use these. The thought made her grin; there was even plenty of detergent and dryer sheets as well. Yay freebies! Cassie hummed to herself happily, snatching an armful of nice, fluffy towels out of the med student apartment and slipped back inside her secret passage, making sure to close the false wall, and lock the sliding door behind her. It was on fetching the second load of towels, which were still present in 'her' version of the med student apartment that she noticed that with all her extra poking around in the hospital and the apartments, that a little over ninety minutes had passed. "I guess I'll have to save the other two for after work," Cassie said with a sigh, reluctantly getting dressed for the busy day ahead of her. -o- The meeting was just as boring and pointless as it had been the previous day. They'd gotten past the flinging of buzzwords, and were now onto the topic of whether or not 'color' should be spelled with a U. Hours were going to be spent discussing the matter, not to mention the man hours thrown down a hole in researching the issue. Cassie was bored as hell, and recalling what she had done the previous day, a grin spread across her face. It was time to see how mischievous she could be, to see if her hunch about the way things worked was correct. With a giggle she tore open her blouse, the buttons clattering across the table. The noise drew some attention, and a few helpful individuals picked up the buttons and handed them to her, but no one noticed the huge pair of tits that had been bared in the process. She slipped off her suit coat and pulled open her blouse, bringing a massive breast upwards, her tongue tracing over her nipple. She didn't even get a second glance. Gods, she felt so good. The thought of a public performance for her co-workers had gotten the blood rushing to her loins, but the gentle caress of tongue upon nipple made her fully erect in no time. She leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on the table, still not drawing the slightest stray look as she tugged up her skirt and freed her erection from its panty and pantyhose prison. It was absolutely perfect, so big and thick, its length was enough to nestle up between her tits most of the time, and if she bent a little bit, Cassie could take it into her mouth. That would be something to try later, right now all she wanted to do was to make a big, sticky mess all over the conference table. She giggled again and climbed up atop the table. Her colleagues absently shifted their papers out of her way, but paid her no attention, even though they were totally and utterly bored by the meeting. Well, most were, there were a few that seemed to relish the opportunity to present pros and cons over the presence or absence of a single letter. Someone droned on about how they were encountering more outsiders with accents, so eventually the U spelling might be the one that comes into common usage... blah blah blah. Cassie lay back on the table, bucking her hips as she titty-fucked herself. Her shaft produced more than enough lubrication to make it possible. Mmm... it had such a wonderful, sweet taste to it. She turned her head, her gaze locked onto the sexy secretary and her wonderful cleavage. Should she try and have a bit of fun with her? Would the others notice? Would Eve? Even though she was being ravished by the thickest cock she'd ever taken in her life (probably), would she still not realize what was going on? More mischievous thoughts crossed Cassie's mind. Coating the table didn't sound as fun as coating the sexy, slutty secretary with what passed for her seed. For some reason it was still clear and translucent, despite the fact that she had a pair of balls between her legs the size of small melons. Her body rewarded this course of thought with a warm flush that sent her pleasure soaring. This was what she was supposed to be doing; this is what was intended to be done with the bits and pieces yanked out of reality. Screwing around with the willfully ignorant and the mindless office drones. Cassie's cock was mere inches from Eve's cleavage, and she didn't even notice. Cassie moaned, a thick jet of precum gushing forth from her cock, splattering Eve's face and breasts. She blinked a few times in confusion and dipped a hand in the stuff, looking at it, and then up at the ceiling to see if the fire sprinklers had gone off again. The look on her face was priceless; her gape-jawed confusion sent a delicious thrill through Cassie's loins. Just keep your mouth open, Cassie thought to herself. Keep it open, and open wide. Cassie pumped her shaft frantically with both hands; she was seriously considering canceling the doctor's appointment. It was so much fun to have this wonderful organ, to be able to perform such wonderfully deviant acts, to make such big messes, but without anyone noticing. There would be no way for her to get caught. She let out such a wonderful, loud cry of pleasure, it was enough to make some of the drones look confused, but they didn't associate it with her. A virtual tidal wave of cum leapt from Cassie's cock, completely drenching Eve from head to toe. She swallowed involuntarily, getting a mouthful of Cassie's cum right down her throat. Cassie could hear her panting, she watched as the secretary's fingers twitched, trying to roam to her loins and breasts on their own, but she managed to resist them with great will power. Everyone was looking at Eve now, dripping wet. The president sighed, "Lovely, now we're going to have to get the entire sprinkler system looked at," he grumbled. "We'll continue this discussion by e-mail, then reconvene on Friday to summarize the discussion and see if things need to go further." Eve was virtually clinging to her boss. "I... I need you, now!" she whispered, loud enough for the entire meeting room to hear. "Meeting adjourned!" the president said, waving off his staff. Cassie had a grin from ear to ear as she walked from the room. She stuffed her leaking cock back into her under garments and took the time to wipe the mess on her hand onto the neck of the vice president of accounting. The woman shivered and let out a soft moan, darting across the hall to the women's restroom and locking herself inside. Her cum was an incredible aphrodisiac. Awesome. She strode down the hall proudly, enjoying the freedom of being, essentially, naked from the waist up. She'd left her suit coat behind since she didn't really need it. It wasn't required by the dress code, and she wore it more out of habit than out of comfort. The only thing it would do for her is keep some of the chill off her if she went outside, but since she didn't have to leave the building to go home it didn't matter. She fondled herself in the elevator, almost purring as she ran her hands over her breasts. Considering she'd just seen other people affected by her juices, which were produced in an unnatural amount, Cassie was rather sure that her changes were somewhat real. You couldn't have boobies or a cock more than double in size over night, especially without some source of caloric intake, or something. And not only that, but Cassie was growing. She'd gained at least four or five inches in height in the past month, and her build was bulking up a bit, but in a solid way, not in a flabby way. Originally Cassie had thought that her newly acquired muscle tone was from all the movement she made while playing with herself at night while she slept, but instead it seemed to be driven by the very same changes that were altering her body in a sexual way. She paused by the technical manual shelves as she realized she wasn't just being physically altered. The longer things progressed, the more she changed, the more her desires and fantasies shifted towards her own gender. Well... her former gender, she was technically male, she supposed. Her thoughts had long since drifted in that direction, with idle fantasies of what she wanted to do to the cuties amongst her co-workers filling her mind as she sat at her desk. She'd even blown a load all over the boss' sexy secretary. It wasn't like her at all. But it felt GOOD. It felt better than anything she'd ever done before. She enjoyed it, reveled in it. She loved the new Cassandra in both mind and body. She wasn't going to give this up just to go back to a normal, mundane, boring life. She was going to take advantage of her altered world to the best of her ability. Cassandra drew in a deep breath, delighting in how it made her nipples rub against the fabric of her blouse. Something caught her gaze out of the corner of her eye. She turned to the shelf of technical manuals, each in its own black three-ring-binder, each one labeled meticulously. But amidst the plastic binders, there was something that didn't belong. It was black like the binders, it had the same shape, it was also labeled, but it looked more like a massive tome than a proper binder. "The Transubstantiation of Subservient Man," Cassie read the title and author aloud. Her curiosity piqued, she tugged the thick book off the shelf and returned to her desk. She had expected it to be some rambling philosophical text on some sort of societal issue, but instead it seemed to be something odd, something interesting. It was all about seduction, about subsuming the will of others and replacing it with your own. It was weird, strange, and was filled with references about magic and strange rituals to further bind one's servants further to one's self, as well as altering them to be more pleasing in body and more skilled at defending their master with sword and sorcery. The more Cassie read, the more engrossed she became in the book. Somewhere along the line she had absently begun to stroke herself, a thick pool of precum forming beneath her. Her chair made a wet, sticky sound as she pushed back from the desk, blinking as if recovering from a daze. Only the sound of the late night janitorial crew and their vacuum cleaners had broken Cassie from her reading trance. Odd, she had only meant to flip through, reading a couple pages here and there. She realized with a bit of a shock that she'd absently been tracing one of the diagrams she'd seen in the book over her body, on her breasts and shaft. The flesh seemed to glow where she'd drawn the design in her own lubrication. She flipped back to the ritual, finding it in an instant, seemingly out of instinct. Mistress' Mark was what it was called. It was used to grant traits belonging to the ritual caster upon those she'd marked as her own. It was, in fact, one of the easiest things to do in the book, as all the items required were easily provided. You needed essence of the Mistress, an item belonging to the thrall to have marked the thrall as yours in some way, and the book itself. Apparently the tome was in and of itself a battery of magical power, and a key to using the spells and techniques within for an amateur magic user. The spell seemed simple enough, drawing the geometric shape shown in the book on whatever feature of hers she wished to utilize to 'make a mark' upon her potential thrall's body. Cassie grinned at the thought of making Eve her thrall, having the sexy 'secretary' as her own sex toy when she wasn't in the company of her boss. She licked her lips as she thought of Eve's own wrapped around her tremendous member, her platinum blonde hair loosened from its tight bun and spread over Cassie's bed, the way Eve would moan and pant as Cassie introduced her to the wonders of her brand new cock. Cassie couldn't help it; she wasn't absently playing with herself anymore, she was fully jerking herself off now. She was bent over the desk, seated in her chair, bucking and grinding against the underside. She couldn't stop herself from repeating the simple incantation, her mouth and tongue forming syllables that she didn't recognize, but seemed to subconsciously know the meaning of. With each repetition the glow of the drawings on her flesh intensified, the hued shifting from a dull blue up the spectrum to green, then yellow, then orange. By the time she felt her climax coming, the light was an intense, hellish red. With a strange cry parting from her as she spoke the final syllable of the incantation, something gave way within her. Cassie arched her back violently, an incredible torrent of cum spewing from her member, splattering against the underside of the desk and all over her legs. Wherever the translucent, slimy fluid touched her, it began to glow purplish, while that that struck the desk turned red. "W-wait..." Cassie panted, breathless, "What did I just d..." her words were cut off by and incredible surge of pleasure from her midsection. She found her hands clasped against her middle, just below her breasts, her fingers seeking out strangely rubbery spots, tracing and caressing over them. She slumped back in her chair and moaned as her flesh began to inflate, slowly swelling outward around the round, rubbery patches. A shiver went through her as her skin shifted, beginning to add detail to her new nipples. "Oh... oh shit..." she murmured, cupping the new pair of rapidly growing breasts that adorned her body. In less than a minute they were equal with her original pair, as large and ridiculous as they were. Cassie winced as she realized that she had just cast the Mark upon herself, what with her climaxing, thus coating the targeting item with her 'essence' as it were, the item being the desk she'd sat at for years. Though they were not expected, Cassie found that her new additions were not at all unwanted. She rather liked them, their comforting, pleasurable weight upon her middle, the way she could place her cock between all four breasts, making a wonderful tunnel of tit for her cum-slicked shaft to slide through. She giggled; it wasn't like anyone around her was going to notice the oddity. Thankfully she hadn't gained a second cock, as a matter of fact the design she'd drawn upon it was still glowing; having gone back to the original blue-silver shade of light it had been at the start. Apparently she'd invoked two castings of the spell. She was going to have to go upstairs and snag something of Eve's to jack off on. Not that she had a problem with that. In fact she found herself thrilled with the prospect of breaking into the secretary's office. It seemed wonderful and exciting to do, slinking around in the dark, sneaking into places unnoticed. As she put a pen in place to mark the ritual in the book Cassie noticed that there was an odd mist upon the floor. As she watched it appeared that her cum was evaporating, dispersing into the air, leaving only a pleasant, decidedly sexual scent behind. She giggled again at the thought of cumming all over her boss's office, and him coming in the next morning being none the wiser about the mess that had been there a few hours before. Cassie was so aroused by these thoughts she could barely keep her hands off herself. She drew in a few deep breaths. Her erection remained annoyingly at full mast, and Cassie couldn't help but moan when it rubbed against her tits, but she quickly learned to deal with the pleasure as she walked with her new assets. Running up the stairs, however, was something that she was incapable of dealing with, having to stop at the top of each flight to calm herself. "Damnit, if it feels this good, I think I just might take up jogging," Cassie said with a chuckle. In the dim light of the stairwell she looked over her altered form; wonderful sexy, beautiful, and still changing. The clothes she had picked out earlier in the day were nearing uncomfortable tightness upon her body. She was still growing, still becoming more toned, fit, and athletic. Admiring her reflection in the darkened glass of a window Cassie though that she could see the beginnings of a six pack upon her tummy. "I just keep getting sexier and sexier..." she whispered to herself, awed, "D... do I really want this to stop?" she asked herself, reaching out a hand to her reflection, finding that she wanted to reach through the glass, seize her reflected double, and make out with her. How much fun would it be to have someone else like her to share in the fun? The thought snapped Cassie out of her self-admirative trance; after all, just another few floors and she'd be able to start someone down the same road she was traveling. Mmm... and maybe there were a few other spells in the book that she could put to good use on Eve. She wasn't particularly bright, nor did she do much thinking for herself. Cassie knew from what she read that Eve would not only be happy, but positively ecstatic about being made into her thrall. After all, she was pretty much that to Cassie's boss, and the sexy shemale knew that the moment Eve experienced the wonders of a body like hers; she'd never want to go back to being her old self. Sure as hell Cassie didn't want to. The thought brought a grin to her face as she started up the stairs once again.

(F tf Fox/Hare hybrid) Vicky was a beautiful woman, and she knew it. She was not mean spirited but she did have a habit of teasing. Her heels clicked on the tile floor of the mall as she entered. Her breasts were a C cup handful each- just enough to fill a person's palm, but she had legs for days. She wore heels, black leggings and a short denim skirt. Her bust was shown off well enough in her turtle necked black sweater- the fabric was flexible enough to hug the curvature of her girls. The sleeves were a tad long, but not nearly long enough to hide her long ruby red nails. Her hair hung to her shoulders and was normally pale sandy brown but the bottom half of her head it was dyed base blue, so it looked like the underside of her hair was a different color than the outer. A handsome dark skinned man quickly walked toward her as soon as he spotted Vicky walking by. "Ah, there is our superstar." "Oh! Uh, hey Rick. I was just heading somewhere, sorry I can't hang out t-" "Oh, so you aren't just window shopping?" She smiled a bit nervously. "N-no." He held up his cell phone. "Like it says in your twatter post from fifteen minutes ago." She finally stopped walking entirely and put a hand on her hip. "C'mon Rick. Not today." "Or yesterday, or the week before that. Just get it over with! Madison and Orez both did theirs long ago." Vicky had been playing an interesting game with her friends and landed on a transformation dare. One of the stipulations they drunkenly put onto the game however is that the transformation must be at least initiated in public- at least up to the part where they most likely have to ditch their clothes. Vicky is the last to fulfill her dare, but she also had a unique situation. A dice roll and a coin toss together determined what the transformation would be- the dice narrowed hers down to either a fox or a hare. When she flipped the coin though to determine if she went predator or prey, it landed on the most unlikely side- the rim. The coin was stood up on its edge- it didn't land on either side! Her friends allowed it, and said she could pick whichever she wanted. Rick gave Vicky the enchanted coin- practically shoving it into her hand. He was not going to let her get away with putting it off any longer. She rubbed the coin between her thumb and index as she looked around. Vicky was going to have to be strategic about this. If she just wandered aimlessly while transforming she might shrink out of her clothes in the middle of a hallway. There was no laws against transforming wherever you wanted but there are laws against public nudity. Rick told her to come with him to the foot court and he would get her a drink. Of course, drag her to the most populated area of the mall- the food court is in the middle of the entire thing! Vicky flipped the coin to the fox side and activated it. Fox are considered more elegant and clever. Plus if she starts to get too small for her clothing she can use the tail to help hold her skirt up longer- a hare basically has no tail, just a big ball of fluff. It was hard to tell as she was walking if she was transforming already or just feeling hot from preemptive embarrassment. "Am I... showing?" She spoke quietly to Rick. He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a casual glance over. "Ears are a bit pointy- that is it so far. You have no problem showing off your own body all the time- why so uptight about showing off a body that isn't even yours?" "It is still mine... sort of. Except I have no control over it. Plus people might think I am some sort of pervert changing in public." "Well it wouldn't be much of a dare if there wasn't something embarrassing about it." Vicky started to feel subtle twitches in the muscles of her face, making her tighten her lips and scrunch up her face occasionally in response. The cartilage in her ear was thinning, causing it to change shape without the skin itself changing yet. Her eyebrows also tightened a bit, causing them to be thicker and rounder instead of long and narrow. As they continued to walk as casually as possible toward the food court she could feel her tail bone start to extend. It was an odd subtle feeling, and she could feel it more on the bones the new vertebrae extended off from than the new ones themselves. The muscle expanding over the growing tail was considerably more of a direct sensation. Reluctantly she reached back and hooked a thumb under her panties and skirt and let them down enough to flick the growing nub over top of them so it didn't feel so cramped. She almost scraped her lower back by accident with her thumb nail and looked at her fingertips after- seeing her nails changing shape. They became narrow and sharp, their mass compressing to make them much thicker, though they did not extend any further than they already were- becoming small but sharp claws. Vicky kept the coin in her left hand; she had one last trick up her sleeve to ensure she can dash into a bathroom or out of the mall before her transformation got too far. They said she could take whatever form she wanted since the coin landed on its edge. When one transformation gets too far along, she will 'change her mind' and activate the other transformation, resetting the progress. "Ah!" She reached up quickly at a prickling feeling in her eyebrows and scratched it, immediately feeling two stiff bristles. She was growing brow whiskers- the feeler hairs a fox has. Looking at her hand again as she brought it down she noted her skin was looking bruised on her palms and around her nails- it was turning black like a fox's 'gloves'. Her tail started to flick back and forth in agitation. She wanted to grab it and pull but that would absolutely call attention to it. The fur was starting to grow in on it, causing a milt itching. Vicky could feel her ears growing long and narrow now- actually changing shape as they too grew a light coat of fur on them. Rick pulled on her arm a moment snapping her out of her concentration on her own body just as another woman scowled at her, only a few inches ahead! Vicky blushed brightly and apologized- she had been concentrating on her own body as it changed so much she nearly walked head first into another person! They looked at her like she was a freak as they walked past. Oooh, they definitely noticed her weird partial form. She sat down on a stool at a small table at the food court finally, sighing in releif. Vicky quickly spun on the stool and flicked her growing tail under the table toward Rick. "Can you tug on it?" He grinned. "Absolutely." He reached under the table to grab it out of the view of other people and deliberately pulled too hard, almost yanking her off her stood and chuckling as she braced her back on the table to stop from falling. She leaned forward and he pulled back. Pulling on a tail can easily hurt an animal, but its because the first thing you grip is the fur, not the tail itself- so it would be like yanking on someone's hair. If you grip firmly enough and closer to the base of the tail, you will pull more on the actual tail itself, which does not hurt. Tugging gently on the lengthening fur helped it extend faster to ease the itch, and pulling on the tail itself helped stretch the muscles- since they are newly formed they have a need to stretch out and flex so her body knows they all work properly. The tail was getting big- fast. The tail itself was a good length but the fur of a fox tail is very bushy, making it seem even larger. The base was vermilion, then a line of black divided it from a snow white tip. Because of the tug of war between them though she was sat unusually firmly on the stool and yipped in surprise as she felt her pussy press into her panties! Her vulva was starting to change, which was triggering pleasure nerves and making her unintentionally horny- as well as causing the outer labia to project further out, making it rub against the fabric. She quickly took the coin out, flipped it and activated the other side. Rick let go of her tail and cocked an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" "I was changing too fast I... I panicked, and activated the other transformation to reset. It doesn't matter what one I turn into, so..." He chuckled again. "It doesn't work like that." Her heart skipped a beat and suddenly it felt like someone was tugging on her ears. "What do you mean?" "Activating one doesn't cancel the other one. If you activated the other side that means you get both. Your now turning into a hare-fox hybrid." Since both species are quadrupeds and pawed mammals, they have several features that overlap, which just caused those changes to do double time! Vicky went to dart to the bathroom immediately but Rick grabbed her tail again, halting her. Fully grown now it was sized up to her current body, so massively bushy and a hard target to miss. Rick told her the others waited till about the halfway point before they dipped out, though Vicky argued she was changing faster than they did. She glanced around at people looking over at them and quickly scoot back toward the table so Rick would loosen his grip enough for her to flick her tail out of his hand again. She then realized how large her ears must be and tucked them back quickly along her hair, hoping to blend them in. And they were starting to blend in a bit- but not how she intended. Her ears were black, but as the fur continued to come in it turned to vermilion again at the base, which was now starting to bleed into her actual hair, turning it from the roots out to the tips to the same vermilion- except her undertone since that was dyed in. Her ears were now beyond a fox already though, and showing no sign of stopping. A fox has long narrow ears already on its own, you add onto that the extremely long ears of a hare and you have ears so big they can hear tomorrow. To get the people who were currently glancing over to stop she tried to act as calm as possible, leaning her elbow on the edge of the table as if to talk to Rick. Vicky never actually said anything to him, she just glared at him waiting for a queue to run again. Her leggings started to hug her uncomfortably and her labia turned into a small but plush black triangle- her vulva projected far enough out from her crotch because of her unwanted arousal that the soft rubbery flesh squished against the inside of her panties looking for more space than it had. Her torso squirmed as she felt tightening flesh all down her front- spots of darkening skin as additional nipples formed down her torso. Her hands were starting to look rather puffy and her fingers started to compress, making them shorter but much rounder. The skin on the base of each digit and the very tip of each digit ballooned out, now completely pitch black as her hands developed paw pads. People were finally ignoring her again when suddenly she slipped seemingly out of the blue and smacked her head on the table. Rick grabbed her to keep her from falling completely onto the floor. She grit her teeth as her feet were cramping badly! Heels are already terrible for your feet to begin with, but her feet were now changing shape and completely trapped in the shoes! Her toes were getting stumpier but the sole of her foot was expanding faster than her toes were retracting. Rick tried to reach down and help her but realized it was too late- her foot was so deformed the shoe could not be removed. That was a serious problem- the shoe material was solid enough that she could potentially break something if she could not get it off. Rick took out a Rubiks cube from his pocket, each square had a magic rune on it. Rolling and twisting it in one hand to align the runes he wanted he cast a modifier on her quickly and she immediately felt relief. The shoe seemed to deform along with her foot- as if melting! He cast the same spell on the shoe, so it was becoming part of her altered form. That meant her back paws were going to have dark blue fur! As her feet stretched and pushed her toes past what used to be the shoes, their shape emerged again. Even her small sharp claws had a layer of dark blue polish on them thanks to the shoes now. She also gained a large claw on the back of her foot similar to a dew claw from the raised heel only partially merging into her. Since it stuck out so far, it only partially regressed and then was infused with the same material her nails are made out of, causing it to be an odd extension. The material equalized with her actual flesh, so there wasn't anything covering her. It went from a sensation of being clothed to being bare without taking anything off, which confused her brain a bit. Her feet also transformed more rapidly than her hands thanks to the hare portion of the transformation. Her rear paws became massive, almost giving her cartoony proportions. Thanks to her slipping and slamming her head on the table, several people were once again watching Vicky. It still felt like someone tugging on her ears as they remained tucked beside her head, but were now so long they outgrew the length of her hair and were still going. She stifled a moan as her nose scrunched up on its own and her teeth felt cramped. The end of her nose started to reform, turning neon pink and a cleft formed leading from her upper lip to her nose. Rick smiled as he watched her chest- thanks to her heavy breathing he could see the curve of two more breasts below her existing ones. Her original breasts were C cup and did not change at all, but she now also had a B cup below those- and an A cup below those, and then a stray pair of nipples on her upper crotch that had no breasts at all. Only her original set of nipples retained areola though, the rest were just nipples only. Powder soft white fur started to grow on her throat and collar, making her shirt feel tight and making her uncomfortably hot. "Riiick, I n-nee *YIPE* ah~. I need to leave now! *yiff*" Rich was enjoying the show, and did not want to let her go since it had been so quick- but she did look about halfway already due to the acceleration of two changes at once. "Fiiine. Run away. Or... hop away?" "*RRrff* Not funny." She got up, wobbling a bit because she was not used to her changed legs. If she had just turned into a fox her soles would now be canon bones, but because she also turned into a hare the bones never fused- they bulked up tremendously but never wholly fused. Because a fox is digitigrade, but a hare is plantigrade like a human! This meant she could still stand with her ankles to the ground, but her feet were so gigantic that she would need to hop in order to move at any sort of speed, calling attention to herself. Standing on the fronts of her feet however made her exceptionally tall, which also called attention to herself. Her leggings were strangling her as well, causing her legs to tingle a bit because blood wasn't circulating correctly. Her putting weight on them was now causing it to be emphasized. She paused a bit to try and recover herself a bit when she reached the edge of the food court. There was several large garbage cans here Vicky could hide partially behind, and then long planters filled with fake plants that basically formed a wall around the food court itself so you could not see into it from outside or vise versa. She straightened and went rigid in surprise as her thighs wobbled entirely on their own as a hole ripped in her leggings. Then several more! Her now extremely meaty thighs were exploding out of the fabric all on their own. Vicky was afraid to make a run for it because flexing the muscles in her thighs would annihilate the leggings in one go and probably trip her. She glanced around and quickly took her panties off behind the shelter of the garbage cans so at least her pussy wasn't constantly rubbing against them and dripping moisture. Her triangular outer labia was matte black, but the Y shaped opening was still faded to pink, and the insides were still magenta. The fur on her lower body started around her claws and was advancing up her legs now, which also pushed on her leggings. The fur was blue on her feet, then turned black at her ankles, then vermilion at her thighs. And unlike her hands, the pads on her feet were pink flesh, so her legs had four different colors! She felt the holes getting larger, join into one another and explode almost completely apart. With a nervous sigh she reached down using her claws to just rip the lower leggings off, since they were basically worthless at this point. Her thighs were absolutely gigantic thanks to the hare traits- and that also meant her skirt only covered the upper half of her now monstrously huge ass cheeks! She groaned and bowed forward almost falling onto all fours as her hips popped to make room for all the firm but jiggly mass. Vicky seen the changes to her lower body were slowing and made a dash for it, now exiting the shelter of the fake plants at the edge of the court. There was already anthro people and the odd feral who were humans transformed in the mall, so she did not gain anyone's immediate attention. But generally people transform in the privacy of their own home, not just wherever the hell they happen to be. While the adults ignored her as she pranced across the hall, the wandering eyes of a kid with his mother immediately spotted her and seen her growing fluff. Vicky froze like a deer in headlights and her ears flicked up to hear what he was saying. Her ears were so giant now that when she raised them she actually heard a *whoosh* from them sweeping through the air! Around three feet long each and quite narrow, between the added length of her legs and her overly tall ears she seemed absurdly tall. If she was inside of any of the actual shops her ear tips would be brushing against the roof easily. As if triggered by the child pointing out how fluffy she was, the downy soft white fur on her collar increased in volume still more! She felt like shrinking away and falling through the cracks in the floor to escape their eyes as more and more people paused to look at her, now that one already was. Vicky at first thought she was dizzy from embarrassment but realized her actual perspective was changing! Both a hare and a fox are a lot smaller than a human! Her clothes were getting baggier as she started to shrink! Well, except her skirt which actually started to fit more like it was supposed to over her over-sized rump. The mother with the child furrowed her brows progressively tighter, first at Vicky's ill fitting outfit, then as she realized Vicky was actually changing right then and there. The mother quickly covered the eyes of her child so he would not see, though the kid tried to squirm free and see anyway. Vicky opened her mouth to try and explain herself but all that came out was a high reverberance squeak as the second she tried to talk her jaw popped! The pressure in her teeth finally built too far and they started to grow. Most of her teeth became more narrow and sharp while not changing in size at all, but her front two teeth on top and bottom jaw started to grow larger while remaining flat slates for chopping. Her teeth quickly became bucked and too large to contain under her lips! Her top and bottom jaw were also extending, which caused her continued attempts to speak in her defense to only create odd chirping yipping sounds. She could still speak English, but not while her face was in the middle of changes. Her whiskers started to grow in as well during this and extended at a very fast rate since both fox and hare have them- doubling down on their size, making her whiskers extremely long! Vicky's heart started hammering when she seen a security guard coming toward her and she jumped back and startled herself! She meant to hop back a pace, instead launching herself almost six feet into the air and ten feet back before slamming back down onto the floor. She hit the ground with enough momentum that she had to lean forward on her back paws to dig her claws into the floor to stop herself! She left foot long streaks in the floor from her claws by accident! She had jumped so far back on accident she made it all the way back to the fake plants in one hop! It took her a few seconds to sort out what she did, and the notice that no one else reacted at all. Everyone was frozen in place! She turned when she heard Rick walking up behind her. "Wh...wha?" Rick pocketed his Rubiks cube again after using a forbidden spell- he dislocated himself and Vicky from the timeline, which made it seem like time was frozen for everyone but them. "S-sorry. Look, I just wanted to make it fair for everyone, and the others went half before they bailed to the bathroom. Plus, they were getting a bit annoyed that you were putting it off for so long..." Vicky looked at her paw-like hands, flexing them a moment and then glancing over the rest of herself. "How did you stop time for my changes too?" "I didn't? Wait, you stopped changing?" He furrowed his brow a moment. "Oh! I think I know what happened. The transformation spell probably isn't an optimized version. Rather than have a fixed shape, it turns you into the animal version of yourself, so the appearance is modified to the individual. That means there is no set 'end point', but rather a degree of transformation. But you activated two at once. The two transformations combined hit their quota without fully transforming you into either. So because its part of two different things, it cut the cap for both of them in half. So you are half human, and then a quarter fox, and a quarter hare." Her skirt once again fit properly over her gigantic butt and hips. Her shirt sleeves were now long enough to completely cover her hands so only her claw tips were exposed- still ruby red at the base from nail polish but exposed at their ends. Because she shrank, her top drooped off both shoulders but got caught on the massive floof of fur on her collar sitting over the cleavage of her breasts and equalizing around her neck. Though her skin was colored like her fur would be- the fur itself did not grow in outside of her collar and lower body. She noticed now that her tail was even more gigantic though. A hare has a tiny tail but the fur on it is very bushy- add that onto the long and already bushy fox tail and you get a gigantic soft tail. If you do not compress the fur, her tail was as wide as her actual torso, and just as long. Though paw-like, her hands did not extend any, so they still worked like normal hands- she still had thumbs. Vicky's hair had gotten a bit shorter, and the undyed outer layer turned vermilion but other than that; it too was largely unaltered. After several minutes of just looking herself over she slowly turned back to Rick. "You... better hope no one finds out about you using this spell. You will get arrested in a heart beat for fucking with time." He scoffed. "You're welcome..." "N-no, I am grateful! You saved my ass, its just... watch your own ass too." She swept her huge tail across and brushed him with the giant fan of soft fur. "And I could personally use a de-stress after this. Maybe I can reward you~." Her tail was so bushy it actually took quite a bit of effort to move around- it wasn't aerodynamic. Rick chuckled, grabbing the tip of her tail loosely before she could pull it back. "Mmm, why not right now?" She lowered one ear out to the side and cringed. "Eww, in the mall bathroom? Not a chance..." Rick laughed and pointed to the floor. "No I mean literally right here. Food court." "What?! Surrounded by-" "No one who can actually see us. We aren't linked to the timeline. To everyone else we seemed to vanish into thin air. We currently do not exist in the future, until we re-enter the timeline. We can see them, but they cannot see us." He tapped a person directly on the eye to no reaction. "And we cannot interact with them either- because time would need to progress for any of our actions to have consequences." Vicky chewed her lip nervously. She was very reluctant, because everyone still looked like they could see, even though they cannot. They can't see her but she can still see them all perfectly fine which was embarrassing on its own. Rick rolled the Rubiks around in his hand some more and created a supernova of white rose petals over the food court and motioned toward it to usher her forward. Vicky sighed and went along. Rick set her huge butt into motion with a quick slap as she walked past. It jiggled, it did not ripple- it was not loose meat, it was muscle. If she actually broke into a full run she could likely clear the entire mall in less than a minute. If she actually tried hard enough she could probably tag the roof in the two-floor high central hall with a single jump. The top level of the mall was just administration basically, so no one went up there and there was no halls up there for traffic. The foor court roof was the highest as it went straight up to a sky roof, brightly illuminating the court in natural sunlight. She climbed up onto a stool, pressing her knees into the padded top while putting her hands up on the table. Vicky flagged her massive tail back and forth while sticking straight up to give him access to her rump. Rick grabbed a huge globe of meat on either side of her butt and pulled them apart to find the plush vulva around the massive curvature- luckily it projected out enough that it was not too hidden. She had to ditch her panties already so he did not even need to make her strip. Her sweater was held in the front mostly by the floof just over her breasts, so the stretchy fabric was still not tight enough to hug her breasts in her diminished size. Every time Rick thrust into her, her torso rocking forward dragged all her erect nipples against the inside of her sweater, firing a sharp tingle of pleasure that made her torso move in a rippling motion in reaction. She loosely circled her tail around his hips, creating a massive halo of fluff around him. The plush labia dragged outward when he pulled out, following his dick a ways before springing back into place after each thrust. Braced against the table, he did not need to use his hands so he grabbed her extremely long ears instead, tugging on them lightly and brushing his thumbs over the soft fur on the backs, making her coo. Then he whispered into one of her ears that he could fill in the blanks the coin's spell left and her eyes went wide. She felt the magic re-enter her, but she was too breathless from his steady thrusting to protest! Her face scrunched up, causing her little pink-tipped nose to twitch as her face started to push out even further. Her muzzle was that of a hare, but a fox has a much, much longer face. Her little claws made an unpleasant grinding sound as her hands slid further across the table because her spine was letting off hollow pops of its own in growth. Both her neck and torso were growing longer! It was certainly not getting any bigger however- at the same rate it grew in length her overall body continued to shrink in size! His cock felt bigger and bigger as she got smaller in comparison! It wedged into the sides of her pussy, digging deeper into her, stretching the walls of her passage. Her hips cracked loudly- but it was not with expansion this time, it was because it shifted its shape, and the position of the sockets her legs connected to, preventing her from walking upright! She can only walk on all fours now! Her face stretched even longer and more narrow, which only seemed to emphasize the size of her buck teeth. Her hands finally started to stretch, losing their human shape, causing her thumbs to drift apart from the fingers and devolve into a dew claw! Her torso was rapidly losing human definition and becoming more tube shaped. Rick's dick became more and more visible from the outside as a bulge in her abdomen as she continued to get smaller while he remained the same size! He was likely too big to fit inside of her; he was only able to fuck her at this size difference because he was already inside of her before she reached this size! Her gasps and moans raised in pitch, devolving to yips and musical sounding growls. Fur finally started to advance up her body, following the exact color patterns her skin had already outlined for it. Her arms were black up to the elbows then turned vermilion. The inside of her upper arms and the underside of her torso was bushy, soft white fur though. The white turned to grey as it trailed up the front of her throat to the sides of her head, forming a stripe of more hare-like fur before turning back to fox fur. As the fur grew in on her neck and to her head though- the hair on her head became shorter and softer, transforming into fur itself instead of hair and just equalizing with the rest. The dyed hair however remained dyed even as it turned to fur- creating a single large stripe of dark blue on the back of her upper neck. Vicky was so small now that Rick could reach all the way around her torso with both hands to both hold her steady and flick her many nipples with his fingertips! He was so huge compared to her that he winded her every time he thrust in- she would not be able to hold herself steady without him holding onto her body. Her butt and thighs were still large enough that her rump easily filled the pocket of his crotch even still. Her skirt was just flopping back and forth with his thrusts- it was just draped off her, not even remotely fitting. Her shirt sleeves pooled on the table around her paws completely hidden under them, and the collar hung so loose off her torso you could see her rows of black nipples easily down her front even with the shirt still on. Her ears were still tall enough that their tips reached his face- so Rick nibbled on their tips which made her make several breathless chirping sounds. Rick tried to slow down several times to edge himself a bit more to resist how amazingly tight she was gripping his cock, but eventually teetered over the edge and climaxed. He thrust so hard forward she slid up off the seat and up onto the table completely, causing him to grab her and pull her down while stepping forward to make sure he was in her as deep as possible while he came. There was absolutely no room for the cum to go around, so it pressurized and shoved itself further into her, expanding her to maximum capacity while caused her to climax almost immediately after. Her small body shivered from the orgasmic tremors. He had to be very careful when pulling out or he could cause a prolapse. When his dick came out it made an audible pop. After they caught their breath, he sat in the stool and Vicky remained on the table. "So... now that we cleared up the outstanding dares from the last game night... want to plan another?" She made several odd grumbling yips and chirping sounds. "Right, you can't talk in this form." He paused a moment and pointed to a man in the background. "Hey, did you notice that old dude has been looking directly at you this entire time? I can't believe you suggested we fuck in front of everyone like that." She nipped his hand quickly and then half-skittered and half-hopped around to collect her discarded clothing to get ready and finally go home.

As usual, Heapz heard his roomie approach the front door before he saw them; wasn’t easy to miss, given they lived on the fourth floor and the elevator had been out of order for quite some time already. It made for one hell of a climb, and they’d be lying if they said they’d gotten used to it, but at least they could earmark it as their daily exercise; after all, it was four floors worth of flights of stairs, certainly more than most people went through in a regular day… or so they kept telling themselves. However, that day was slightly different. With his fine-tuned hearing for that sort of thing, Heapz immediately picked up on the fact that the fennec approaching the front door was carrying something other than his backpack, something made of rustling plastic with several metallic objects clanking about inside of it, which could only mean one thing: soda. The hippo never quite knew why exactly he had such a viscerally positive reaction to the mere idea of having a fizzy drink, but if there was one thing that always brightened up his and Gobs’ day, it was being able to sit back, crack open a soda can, and down both it and a couple dozen more while watching whatever random movie their shuffle function gave them. The only thing better than that was somehow incorporating it into a video game drinking contest that inevitably ended in the two deliberately trying to lose in order to be “forced” to down a whole can. Just like Heapz expected, the first thing he saw when his fennec roomie turned the key and squeezed his way into the apartment was an exceedingly large plastic bag slung over his elbow, the many bulges poking out of it betraying just how much money was spent on an ungodly amount of soda. Heapz didn’t usually buy that much, especially considering they still had plenty in the fridge, which made the hippo think that something else was up; had his friend been planning something and somehow managed to sneak that past him? Because the vulpine really wasn’t that good at hiding secrets from him… or at least he assumed they weren’t; maybe everything up until that point had been one long con to lull him into a false sense of security. “Bro, check this out,” Gobs called out, dropping the bag on the ground right in front of where the hippo was sitting; from within, dozens of metallic cans began to spill out, truly a marvel of engineering and space management, “I went to Z-Mart before coming home and they were just giving these out! Something about a marketing campaign or whatever, all we have to do is fill out a form and send it back to them once we’re done and they won’t charge us a dime!” “Charge us a dime for what?” was Heapz’ retort, happy at least that he hadn’t been bamboozled and the sudden gift of soda had been a flight of fancy on the fennec’s part. He picked up one of the cans, squinting as he tried to make out the purple lettering marked out against a black background, barely able to read anything at all apart from the odd, cog-shaped logo on one of the sides, “What’s this supposed to be, some kind of sports drink or something?” “Bro, do you think I care? Free soda!” the fennec declared, bending down to pick one up before throwing himself onto the couch, “Ain’t gonna say no to free soda.” Flawless logic if Heapz had ever heard it. Just as the fennec was getting comfortable wiggling his wide ass into place, so too did the hippo go down to grab a drink of his own, having at least the decency required to take the whole bag and drop it onto the table they kept in between the couch and the TV; more than enough space to use and just close enough that they wouldn’t have to risk tumbling onto the floor whenever they wanted to get a refill, plus it gave Heapz the opportunity to sit back down on the other side of the sofa, for the sake of comfort. At first, things didn’t seem to be going that much differently than usual. It wouldn’t be the first time that either of them had brought a large amount of fizzy drinks back home to be drunk in a capricious act of self-indulgent consumption, and as far as they were aware, it wouldn’t be the last; their fridge alone was proof positive of this, given just how much of it was occupied by a variety of different brands of soda that they cycled through whenever they wanted a different taste for change. Thus, just like every other time, neither of the two thought twice before cracking open can after can, downing their contents in just a handful of gulps with the sort of ease and expertise that could only really be gained through years of practice; assuming that things proceeded as they usually did, and there was no reason to think otherwise, they would go through the whole bag, give it a grade based on their super-scientific and not at all random and subjective scoring system, and then earmark the brand for “later” purchase. Within three days at best, they’d need to shuffle the insides of their fridge just to make room for even more soda. However, what they were drinking turned out to have a few more surprises than they expected, chief among which was the taste and the “kick”. Being as used to drinking liquid carbonation as they were, both Heapz and Gobs were more than capable of downing truly staggering amounts without having to stop to breathe or even make room; if need be, all they had to do was burp in order to empty out some space just so they could shove more soda in there. The unfortunate consequence to this was the flavour itself was often the least important part of the experience, what with their taste buds being so overloaded on a constant basis that most of the subtler notes eluded them; they were both fully aware that they couldn’t really experience it the way they usually did, but then again, the whole point of drinking such vast quantities of soda as they did was just to satiate a habit. Thus, it was with no end of surprise that the two roomies found the new drink to be… sweet. Just sweet, really, nothing special to them, but surely if they were feeling it, then the drink itself had to be one of the most sugary ones the two of them had tried to date; even better, the taste seemed to get better and more pronounced the more cans they downed, until they were actually slowing down in order to appreciate the flavour, something neither of them had done in months by that point. Truth be told, some part of them was legitimately worried that they might just be giving themselves some kind of sugar poisoning with how strong the taste was, but it was that exact same sweetness that made it irresistible to begin with. Why even bother themselves with the damage they were doing to their bodies when just indulging in the sudden infusion of flavour was a far better use of their time? Best if they just ignored those thoughts completely and kept downing can after can, from a bag that, for whatever reason, seemed to contain far more of the stuff than it really should; by all means, considering the amount of junk on the ground, they should’ve gone through the whole supply, and yet more soda just kept appearing from the plastic depths. Again, neither Heapz nor Gobs really bothered themselves with this; if it worked, it worked. And neither did they bother themselves with the effect the soda was having on their bodies; why should they, when it was delicious and they could focus on that instead? At no point did they look down, observing how their shirts were riding up their rotund bellies even more than they used to, as their spherical guts seemed to protrude outward significantly more than they normally did, to the point where they wouldn’t be able to see their toes even if they were trying. It was almost like a perceptual filter, where their eyes themselves were aware and relaying the information, yet their brains refused to process it properly, keeping the two roomies in a state of blissful ignorance that, at some point, they consciously chose to remain in; after all, the drinks were amazing and cost absolutely nothing, so why look a gift horse in the mouth? The answer to that question lay somewhere in the same ballpark of the explanation for all that groaning they were hearing, that being the couch starting to complain about the additional weight it was being forced to hold up; this was quite the achievement, given that those two weren’t exactly the lightest people to begin with, hence why the upholstery was reinforced and supposedly designed to withstand extra-large, plus-size individuals without so much as a peep. Still, even something like that had its limits, and as Gobs and Heapz kept drinking their bloating drink without any regard for anything beyond their own enjoyment, they quickly approached their seat’s limits, with the sounds coming from the TV eventually being overpowered by the ones coming from below their fat and fattening asses. Even then, neither of the two cared enough to really pay attention to it, though at that point it was less because they didn’t truly notice it and far more a deliberate decision not to rock the boat too much, lest they be forced to face the reality of their situation: they were growing. Or bloating, to be more precise, inflating if one wanted to take into account the fact that most of what they were being given was little more than gas from all the carbonated beverages they had so irresponsibly guzzled down; oddly enough, they didn’t feel any lighter, nor any heavier, at least for the time being, which served to give them that last boost needed to keep ignoring what was happening. This was, however, nothing but a desperate last move on their part, as their brains would eventually be forced to recognize what was happening beneath them, and once they did, there’d be no turning back from there; other, saner minds might’ve used that as an opportunity to try and stop whatever was happening, but when it came to the hippo and the fennec roommates, any opportunity to indulge in their guts growing even rounder was one to be exploited to the utmost, regardless of the consequences. Did it mean potentially breaking the couch? Absolutely. Was it reversible? Fuck if they knew. But was it good? Oh, it was good. And they weren’t about to let go of it. A short sideways glance was all it took for Heapz and Gobs to confirm that they were, indeed, experiencing what they thought they were, with a nod letting the other know that they weren’t simply imagining things; whatever was in those drinks was making them bloat outwards like a balloon, and for whatever reason their bodies weren’t popping despite the increasingly obvious pressure pushing on them from within. Oddly enough, they didn’t seem to have any trouble getting more soda from the bag, though they never quite seemed to reach that bag to begin with; rather, they moved their arms towards it, failed to clear half of their rotund bellies, and then pulled them back with a can in hand. At no point did they question why this was, nor how this was possible, but they weren’t about to complain when it worked so well into their plans. If they could even be called plans, as opposed to a whim that simply grew out of control. They had their buttons pushed and now they weren’t going to stop, and that was all they could think of; luckily for them, they must’ve had someone looking over them and seriously approving of what they were trying to accomplish, because after a while they didn’t even need to bend down or try to reach for more drinks for them to simply appear in their hands. Granted, by that point, neither of them was in any rush to actually drink anything at all, given that their bodies still had plenty of backlog to go through… but, at the same time, things were never quite as simple as “needing” something or having an actual requirement for it; they did things because it felt good, and never quite went beyond this most primal of motivations. Drinking soda made their brains produce the happy juice, so they just kept drinking. The effects were predictable, if not necessarily containable or even remotely convenient. The roomies’ sofa was the first thing to go, with even its reinforced structure unable to handle the increase in weight before snapping in half and ending up regurgitating its contents onto the floor: stuffing, springs, bits of wood, all of it mangled and in a disorganized heap that, under other circumstances, might’ve been a warning sign that the people responsible should stop. For the two roomies however, it was just the first step in their not-plan to thoroughly break through whatever limitations their minds still imposed on them: first the couch, and then literally everything else! This was made significantly easier by the fact that their bodies seemed perfectly adapted to clear through upholstery without getting so much as a scratch on them, quite the feat given the myriad of sharp bits of metal poking out from most of the ruined sofa. In fact, they could actually feel the springs trying to push into them, but despite their body composition being increasingly made up of fizzy gas, the clearly sharpened ends just couldn’t puncture them; like a balloon composed of extremely stretchy rubber, their physical forms had somehow been upgraded to be impervious to harm… or at least as close to it as they could be, as far as either of them cared. Truth be told, they might very well be just as vulnerable as they’d always been and everything they were experiencing was just an hallucination brought about by an excess of sugar in their system, but even if that were true, why should they care? It was far easier to go with the flow and give their bodies the freedom they needed to truly explore their limits, if such things even existed at all. As far as either of them were aware, being big and round by default didn’t mean that they could turn into living gas canisters, and yet their heads were already dangerously close to the ceiling and their sides were pressing against each other so much that it was a wonder they hadn’t been sent careening off in opposite directions, rolling around until they were as helpless as a turtle flipped onto its back. Perhaps it was because they were destined to keep drinking, and as such needed to be in a position to do so, thus leading to both of them simply occupying more and more space in their shared living room while never quite leaving their sitting position, growing into separate halves as each gulp they took added inches onto their already immense rotundness. They were, in many respects, turning into perfect spheres; though their arms still stuck out enough from their upper body that they could move them around with only minor difficulty, getting up and walking from place to place was already out of the question after their roundness began to overtake their legs; thankfully, they could still open their mouths just fine, which was of course critical for their mission of consuming as much of the soda as they could. That they were rapidly approaching the size limit for their apartment didn’t strike them as altogether important, nor did the increasingly loud groaning coming from the structural frame all around them; they might be mostly fizzy drink, but they were still heavy, and judging from the way their apartment was complaining about it, they were most likely due for some heavy-duty demolition sooner rather than later, unless they did something about it… so, obviously, they just kept drinking without a care in the world, because why should they stop when clearly the universe wanted them to keep going? If reality wished for them to stop, then maybe it should’ve thought twice before allowing their bodies to grow big and swollen with each can of drink they consumed; hell, considering they were still drinking from the bag even when they cleared enough stock to take up an entire shelf at a grocery store, then this clearly meant that the cosmos had some kind of plan for them that included them binging on that sweet, somehow sweetening drink until they couldn’t take any more of it. This was a hefty goal to set, seeing as the taste was only getting better the more they savoured it; rather than their taste buds developing a tolerance for the stuff like they usually did, Gobs and Heapz found that the more they guzzled down, the more the flavour intensified, until each can was less of a filling drink and far more the liquid nectar of the gods themselves. Just, well, with a lot more inflationary capabilities than most holy texts gave it credit for. As for their neighbors, they would soon be dealing with something they presumably never thought to even think about: their ceilings and floors collapsing downwards and being pushed upwards, respectively, as the two roommates, insatiable in their desire to keep drinking, no longer fit into just one apartment. With most of their body mass now focused entirely on their gigantic guts, it was really only a matter of time before something budged, and that something ended up being the building itself; it shouldn’t have been, not with them still being as soft as ever, but if the universe had seen fit to give them the ability to grow unimpeded like that, then clearly it wasn’t going to stop because there were walls in the way. The pair of slackers were vaguely aware of what was happening around them, with screams and shrieks accompanying their invasion of others’ homes; caught by surprise, the other tenants in the building had nowhere to go but outside, running away from the sudden intrusion of two soft and very round… whatever those things were, no one was about to hang around for long enough to check. Thus, with nothing there to hold them in check, and no one to worry about hurting, there remained absolutely no reason for either the hippo or the fennec to truly hold back anymore. It was only after they came to this conclusion that they “realized” they’d been holding back up until then, if such a thing was even possible to say; maybe it was a subconscious understanding that there were other people in the way, or some other competing cosmic force trying to hold them back, either option was equally likely at that point in time. What mattered was that the two of them were aware of it, and being so, they could work towards fixing that issue: by deploying their ultra-secret, patented double-drinking technique. Truth be told, it was just something they did for when they were so completely lost in their binging that they lost all sense of shame; either that or they were throwing (or participating in) a party and it had reached that point where everyone there was contact drunk and ready to make bad decisions. Regardless of the reason why, the end result was always the same: the two guys would progress from merely downing one bottle of drink every couple of seconds, to throwing two of them down their throats at the exact same time, doubling their intake rate and making damned sure that whatever process was transforming them into overbloated, gigantic versions of themselves was stacked exponentially. That this resulted in the two of them breaking straight through most of the apartments around them was altogether completely expected, and indeed one could make the argument that it was the whole point of Heapz and Gobs abusing their soda-materializing power; what was unexpected was just how quickly it happened, and how easily they broke through their old residential building like it was made out of wet tissue paper. The crowd gathered outside (what remained of) the building was granted front row seats to the biggest show their world had ever seen, at least in the minds of those responsible for it. For the fennec and hippo, nothing could truly ever be better than the sight of their bodies, titanic and rotund in equal measure, bursting forth from within the ruined remnants of what used to be their home, immense and round and stuffed and just about ready to pop if only they weren’t such perfect specimens that they would never reach such macabre limits. No, they would keep growing for as long as they damn well pleased, even if it meant becoming larger than anything and everything around them, a thought that made them about as excited as it did aroused; for everyone else though, the utter destruction wrought by the pair was nothing if not disastrous and calamitous, enough that many were calling the police in the vain hope that it would do something to help contain the greed of those two burgeoning giants. It wouldn’t though. No matter how many people shouted at them, threatened them, even pointed guns and fired at them, nothing really stuck with Heapz and Gobs, nothing but their own internal motivation: drinking more to get even bigger. That was the only thing they could think of, and therefore the only thing that truly mattered in their lives; if anyone else had a problem with that, they were more than welcome to get in line in order to be ignored by their new gods, for no prayers would be heard that wouldn’t have to do with making them even larger, or enabling them to do so without being impeded. Both the fennec and hippo were blissfully unaware of the reason for this, and for a very good reason; what would a mortal mind think, after all, if it was allowed to know that it was being blessed by a divine entity, blessed to do something that it wasn’t typically allowed to do? If both roomies were already possessed of a sense of self-importance as inflated as their own building-sized bodies were, goodness knew where they’d end up if they knew their journey was blessed by the gods themselves; they’d probably start demanding tribute! Not that they were far away from it anyway. Hell, the only reason those two weren’t demanding that the people around them find something to help sate their thirst was because they could do so themselves; despite being so massive that they literally broke through the entire apartment block they used to live in, despite their old apartment being naught but rubble somewhere on their swollen guts, they still managed to produce soda cans from absolutely nowhere. All they had to do was stretch out their arms, open their hands, and suddenly, as soon as they blinked, their empty palms would be holding onto yet another metallic container full of the delicious drink, a gesture they had perfected to the point where they could perform it, empty the liquid contents of two of those things at once, and then repeat the process in under three seconds. Was it excessive? Absolutely, and neither of the two roommates would say otherwise. But was it right and deserved? Oh, even more so, as far as they cared; none else but them had unlocked these particular secrets of the universe, so clearly, if they could duplicate their favourite drink, they should do so as much as they could. Far above them, looking down at her two newest playthings, the one responsible for their exponential explosion giggled as she had a drink of her own. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it to be possible for something as dumb as that plan of hers to actually work, and yet there it was, clear as day and going far better than she could’ve ever anticipated. And all of her divine peers told her she was insane to think that something like a soda could help a mere mortal ascend to the ranks of divinity; they all laughed and poked fun at such an absurd idea, but who was laughing now? Certainly not them, worried as they were about the potentially two new gods being birthed through Big Z’s actions, all while Big Z herself did nothing but lounge about staring at her divination orb and congratulating herself on a job well done. None of this would filter down to Gobs or Heapz however, not while they were too busy with their ascension to really think about anything else. Things had taken a turn for the mechanical, in a way, with everything they did being reduced to the exact same sequence of events: extend arm, “collect” soda, bring arm back, empty can, repeat. One after another, their stomachs were filled to the breaking point and beyond every half-second or so, their endless swelling matched only by the destructive force of their bodies’ expansion; one would’ve expected concrete and steel to hold them back, but they cracked and bent just as easily as paper would crumble the moment either of the two roommates pushed against them. Entire buildings were consumed by their endless growth, and no matter how much anyone tried to stop them, nothing seemed to work: firearms were useless, barricades were simply upturned and flattened, even vehicle roadblocks accomplished very little but create fire hazards whenever fuel tanks were popped like, well… soda cans. The whole city was at the mercy of those two, and there was nothing anyone could do about that. This much the roomies knew, and this much made them enjoy their self-indulgent orgy of consumption even more than they already were. It started off as a kind of detached self-awareness, a realization their brains had subconsciously made that had yet to snake its way into the forefront of their minds, but very clearly was in the back waiting to be deployed. It was only after they opened their eyes and noticed their field of view was several dozen feet up in the air compared to when they were usually outdoors that they did the math and everything clicked into place; however, rather than stopping, or even bothering to slow down for a bit after having obviously achieved something that most mortals would never dream of, both the fennec and the hippo collectively decided there should only be one way forward: bigger. No ifs, ands or buts about it, if they were already that massive, then they could only ever get more enormous, at least until the sodas they were materializing ran out… if they ran out. Well, one if at least. From there, it was surprisingly easy to allow the slow, dawning realization to take over their conscious selves, with each inch of their engorged frames being burned into their cerebral cortex as a way of heightening the sensations they were already experiencing. It didn’t strike them as odd that they were basically unable to move without triggering a cascade of sensations that made it difficult to keep it in their pants, nor did they find it at all strange that they could only really see the tops of buildings from where they sat, and even then only if they strained their necks to look down; with the kind of bodies they had, massively inflated and mostly spherical, doing anything other than staring directly ahead at the endless cavalcade of soda cans was far more effort than it was worth. After all, they already knew they were giants, so why bother confirming it again? The same couldn’t be said for everyone else around them, who were effectively forced to evacuate the downtown area before it was completely consumed by two seemingly unstoppable giants. Emergency services were directed to get everyone out of the epicenter of the disaster, and after it was more than proven that firing guns at the two titans didn’t really do anything, police forces gathered on the scene focused on directing civilians as far away from danger as possible. It wasn’t easy, given the sheer scale of the destruction; one moment the evacuation efforts had a couple of city blocks in between them and those two spheres, and in the next the buildings they were using as cover began to tremble, quake and crumble for a few seconds before a rotund belly pushed out from behind them, triggering a mass panic. This repeated itself throughout the city so many times that it was a wonder no one got hurt in the process; Big Z made sure to keep it this way, as she had no intention of actually bringing harm to anyone during the ascension process. No, the whole point was to give those two something interesting to do before she decided whether or not to “keep” that instance of reality or reset it back to before the whole thing began. Truth be told, looking at what she had done, the goddess was quite infatuated by the sight: two absolutely gigantic orbs composed mostly of carbonated drinks and gas, kept perfectly stable via her own intervention yet nonetheless possessed of an insatiable thirst for more. Two roommates, formerly people-sized and perfectly content with doing nothing of substance in their free time aside from watching movies, playing games and consuming copious amounts of soda, transformed into ravenous machines of consumption whose sole motivation was to take and take until there was nothing left for them to guzzle down. It was a spectacle of self-abasement that the goddess could only marvel at, especially considering her sole contribution was creating the soda and making it self-replicating; it wasn’t addictive, it didn’t trigger any sort of psychological effect on whoever drank it, it just… made them bigger. Everything else had been entirely Heapz and Gobs’ fault and no one else’s, and if they had to blame someone, they’d have no one but themselves. But that was the whole point, and indeed why it was so delicious to see as things unfolded in the way they did. Given the tiniest of nudges, at least by her standards, those two had gone above and beyond in their pursuit of ever-greater amounts of pleasure, completely taken by their desire of more in a way that almost defied conventional logic and explanations. There was nothing in their heads but the constant demand for more, even if this more required them to break the laws of physics in such a way that it couldn’t possibly be sustainable… but they didn’t care. They didn’t care, they didn’t care enough to bring themselves to care, and if anyone wanted to tell them off for it, who were they to do so? Little souls, tiny ones who scrambled and ran away at the sight of magnificence, who looked upon two bodies overtaking their home city and chose to flee rather than embrace them as they should. They weren’t worthy of their attention, nor should they be given more than the most basic of lip service when they inevitably turned around to worship the couple of budding gods; they should’ve turned back around and joined the congregation when they had the chance. Well, they said congregation, but perhaps it was more accurate to call it a group of people whose minds had simply been so warped by the sights they were subjected to that they really had no choice other than to stop, look up, and then immediately fall onto their knees in veneration of the two growing colossi in front of them. Big Z would make sure they wouldn’t be trampled or flattened; each one who gave themselves up for the worship would instead be safely transported to some place on top of either Gobs or Heapz, that they might carry on offering their words of encouragement and praise. It was only after the first couple of hundred people that the goddess up above realized that this could very well serve as a self-sustaining process; if divinity was fueled by worship, and these two clearly had people willing to throw themselves at them in order to endlessly praise them, then why not just… let them? That way, the hippo and fennec could both carry on drinking until the whole planet was made aware of them, until every soul on that world was fully dedicated to endlessly glorifying them. Until, ultimately, they were the true new gods of that world. It sounded fun, at least in her mind. And it was an interesting thing to do in order to spend the afternoon. So why not?

[color=gold](107 animal hybrids, BE, Lactation)[/color] Olivia tapped the keys on her keyboard too light to actually write anything in the email she has open. Her hair is straight and golden, pulled in a high ponytail. She is looking at the computer monitor with a rather blank expression in her seafoam blue eyes. Olivia leans back, her stare shifting up and her brow furrowed a moment at a coffee cup floating in the air toward the roof. "...Good morning, Zero." She could hear his voice just fine, but he remained fully stealthed as he walks upside-down along the roof. "Good morning Dr. Wingael. Writers block?" "Mmm, yea. You can say that." She spun abruptly in her chair the moment she caught the Overseer Mahogany out of the corner of her eye. [B]"Primrosa!"[/B] "Hmm? Oh, yes Olivia, what is it?" She walked over to Olivia, her mane of dark curly hair bouncing with each step she takes. "If I submitted a formal request to get someone onto the island for a tour... how long do you think it would take to [I]process it?"[/I] "A... [B]tour?[/B] RHE dabbles in a lot of different businesses, but tours are not one of them. This island is kept top secret to protect what we do here. I can save you the trouble and deny the request right now- no processing needed. If you want to see a friend of yours; there is already the heart clause of the RHE contract you can use to see them on the outside- instead of trying to bring them here." Olivia tapped her monitor screen. "And what if I told you it was [b]TS37[/b] who proposed the idea." Mahogany glanced at the monitor and seen the [i]S Class security authorization code[/i], only the RHE Overseer can issue. "Then I guess I will get to work. I am only [i][b]acting[/b] Overseer[/i] so... his authority supersedes mine. I can't give you an ETA still because... nothing of that nature has ever been done before. I would need to get consent from every test subject currently on the island." Olivia grabbed her mouse and rapidly clicked through several applications to get to the RHE roster. "89 hybrid men and women currently on the island. But it is just getting consent and making sure everyone knows what is actually happening, so I don't imagine it would take that long. Given the amount of workers currently employed at RHE." The head doctor Gloria quickly ran up the offices door with a grunt. Liquid was dripping from her, getting the attention of both other women. "Hey... uh... can I get maintenance to my massage office?" Mahogany quickly walked over, pulling out her onyx slate to contact maintenance. "What the hell happened to you?" Gloria sighed. "Beau. She went too long before getting milked. You know how her udder can... [i]orgasm?[/i]" Olivia blushed. "Oh, wow. She... sprayed your entire office down with milk when you gave her a massage?" Gloria just nodded, plodding away to try and find something to dry off with. Mahogany shrugged at Olivia before leaving after Gloria. "No promises on time frame- this island can be pure chaos sometimes. I will start it up as soon as I have an opening." Olivia drifted back deep in thought and was startled out of it again when she heard something smack into the side of the building! She looked over and a moment later seen Ranos slide down, trying to grab onto something to stop herself! She slid past the windows and since her body was pressed up against the building, her tits pressed into the glass as she slid down, leaving slight streaks from the bat milk within. Ranos' adorable bat-human face blushed as Olivia walked over and opened the window. She quickly took the opportunity to grab onto the edge of the opened window. "OH, thanks! I needed something to grab before I could take off again." "What happened?! [i]Be more careful[/i], we are still on the second floor." Her huge ears twitched. "I know where I am. I just got distracted when I was about to land- I heard Lorelei singing on the west beach." Ranos climbed up a bit, placing her hand-like feet onto the edge of the window then standing up off it, opening her wing-arms and falling backwards. As soon as she was at nearly a ninety-degree angle she kicked off the window, throwing herself through the air before spinning around and clapping her membranous wings into the wind and flying off again. Olivia watched the bat hybrid fly off toward the town in the valley. This is the island of [color=gold][b]RHEI[/b][/color]- founded by RHE; the [i]Rebuilding Humanity Effort[/i]. They work with hybridizing people with animal traits to improve the human body. Restore lost limbs, increase strength, speed, or... grant flight like Ranos has. It is often called the cow girl island, because RHE first got its foot in the door when it hybridized bovines with women to create specialty food from their milk. Bovine remain the most used traits on the island but... far from the only animal hybridized. Bats, giraffe, slugs, snails, whales, ermine, equine, canine, feline, rodents, birds, serpents. No two forms are the same out of the 107 test subjects RHE has created over the years. With no consensus on appearance, there can be no standard for what is beautiful or not. Everyone on the island is perfect in their own way- even for those whose tests... did not entirely go to plan. That is why Olivia wants to get her old friend here onto the island. Olivia herself is a bioarcanist- a field of research dedicated to breaking down a genome into its arcane signature, to custom tailor transformative spells... or in this case; permanently transformative tinctures. The only people she can ever try to brag about her work to are her fellow researchers- who clearly are not going to be particularly impressed, since they do the exact same thing. The subjects of RHE are all at least a little human still, but also all mixed with at least one animal- or many animals in some cases. Huge breasts, multiple breasts, udders or all the above... but it is more than that. Every test furthers understanding and enables a new potential in human development. They aren't just boobs for the sake of boobs- there is a reason behind each and every one. They did not poof their way into these new forms with simple magic. Their transformation does not wear off- these are their new bodies for life, and that is why they are given this secret paradise away from the entire rest of the world. RHE provided their homes and food, but it was the test subjects themselves that turned the island valley into a perfect paradise. They support each other to help adjust to their new lives and bodies, and welcome them in to form their own strange but beautiful community. More than transformations and exotic bodies... RHEI is like the [i]'happily ever after'[/i] of transformation. Olivia's friend happens to be into [i]transformation[/i]... and [b]boobs[/b]. It has been too long since she has spoken to them last, and she wants to get him onto the island. To see his reaction to all these hybrids, to see their reaction to him, and to catch up on so much lost time. Even her job had to be kept secret from everyone she knew in the outside world, including her own family. RHE is no longer looking for new test subjects, so not that far into the future it should be thinking of publically releasing its work to help people like it was always meant to. This would be a test on outsider reaction. Or that is how she can spin it anyway. Olivia plopped down at her computer again, spinning completely around in her chair once before starting to type her email to you. You are her dear old friend after all, and she is eager to show you paradise. ~ This is a [color=gold]CYOA[/color]- [i]your tour, your choices[/i]. You have a day to spend on RHEI among busty hybrids- a paradise island and a sea of [color=pink]swollen mammaries[/color]! There are many rare encounters and every single one has a different method of unlocking, and there are Grand Endings that are unlocked by achieving several normal endings in a row! So not only are there plenty of paths to walk and endings to obtain, there are also dynamic encounters within those to hopefully make every reading a unique one. Rare Encounters will have their link text in [b][color=red]RED[/color][/b] instead of [b][color=cornflowerblue]BLUE[/color][/b], so you will know if an option is normally supposed to be there or not. For unlocking multiple endings- do not close the story or hit refresh on your browser, because that will reset it entirely. Instead; when you get to an ending you will have the option to reread- click that and you will effectively be in [color=red]NG+[/color]. To unlock the [color=gold]Almighty ending[/color], you would need to obtain every single other ending in sequence [i](except the Grand endings since they do not award keepsakes)[/i]. The first person to obtain the Almighty ending wins a prize! There is no scenario in which you [i]'win'[/i] or [i]'lose'[/i], so don't worry about screwing yourself out of something because of a choice. There is no right or wrong choices here, so enjoy your tour of RHEI how you want and have fun! For convenience I have enabled the back button within the story itself- use this at your own discretion. The story was not designed with it in mind. Head to the link below or in the description to go to the actual HTML story- since these sites do not allow you to post HTML directly. [color=CornFlowerblue] https://iplank.itch.io/rhei-of-paradise [/color]

(F tf Gargoyle) Denice sighed as she stepped inside the ancient church. Once a place of reverence to one of the Eternal Ones; it is now barely standing. The beautifully carved stone pillars and statues around the building still stand proud, but the wooden portions that knit it all together is completely falling away in some places. Denice practically growls in frustration on looking at some graffiti some kids spray-painted onto the base of one of the stone pillars in the main hall. The church is on the outskirts of the town, so the town guard do not watch over this place. Little brats can break in here and defile its halls all they like with no one to stop them. This was to be a place of worship, not some kid's afterschool hangout! Most of the common folk stopped coming here when the Eternal One that it was dedicated to was killed by another. Only the well versed continued to come here knowing that the Eternal Ones are.... well, eternal. They were all originally a single God that shattered itself into a million pieces to explore the universe it ruled over. These fragments were no stronger than the average person and so they died of illness, peril, or simply old age. But every time one of them dies; all of the remaining ones become more powerful. When all but one has been killed, the last Eternal One standing becomes the true God once again. Knowing this- many of the Eternal Ones have turned on one another. By killing their fellows, they gain more power. The Eternal One this church worshipped is long dead now- but he was but a fragment of a whole. He isn't gone- he has transmuted to a form closer to its true self. So Denice still comes here to pray, and to attempt to maintain the place, but she can only do so much. There is no hearth to warm the ancient halls, and the old stones of its framework seem to drink in the cold. Denice wanders its halls wrapped in a large, thick brown leather hooded cloak. The hem and inner layer is a silky smooth cyan fabric that makes it quite comfortable to wear around herself. Her raven hair is bound into a braid on either side of her head that loop over her ears and unite into a single braid in the back. If she lets it down; her hair reaches the small of her back. Her bust is a mere jiggly B cup- just enough that you can see the faint shadow of them through her top. Her eyes are bright and a striking ice-blue, like the eyes of a husky or wolf. Tonight, Denice plans to stay an entire day in the church in an attempt to catch the children in the act and drive them from this place. There are red and orange leaves at the corners of the halls- having fallen through holes in the roof over the years, they have built up quite a bit in some places. She can see the silver clouds in the sky, following pillars of light up to the holes. The sconces in the building long ago ran out of material to burn, so some places are very dark all of the time, for this reason she carries with her a torch. Just a bat of wood wrapped in cloth dipped in pine resin and lit aflame. Simple, but effective. It is autumn now and the trees in the area have half of their leaves still with them at most, and some trees are entirely naked. Denice is made a bit paranoid of the sounds. There are so many loose leaves rustling around that sometimes it sounds like someone walking through them, when it is merely the wind. The dry leaves put a pleasant smell in the air though, and that helps calm her somewhat. When finally the teenagers arrived, Denice sprang into action! She tried to scare them in her sudden appearance, and then use a commanding tone to scare them off. She utterly failed on both accounts. Denice forgot to factor in the 'I'm invincible' mindset many teenagers have, and the fact that her voice is quite feminine and higher of pitch... not at all intimidating. Not only that, but in spite of being almost ten years older than all of them; they are all as tall as she is, and one of them even taller than her. She is a rather petite woman, which again- doesn't help her intimidate anyone. Not only did she not scare them off- they threw rocks at her and drove her to take shelter deeper into the building before they decided to leave simply from annoyance of her efforts. They would definitely be back again in spite of her efforts. Denice rubbed her head, then looked at her hand and seen the blood smeared across her palm. "Wow, those little bastards are animals. Never mind respecting the church of Hul'aru; they wouldn't even care to respect the true God, Theo." Particularly disrespectful because Hul'aru was not arbitrarily chosen as worship here- till his death; he was the founder and mayor of their town for over a hundred years. Oh, but now that is power does not loom intimidatingly over them- they are quick to mock him. Denice grew up close to the church and always came here as a child in the shadow of a devout father. The church has been in disrepair for longer than Denice has lived, but this place holds many special memories for her, even aside from its divine purposes. Denice wandered back into the main hall and up onto the main podium to stand before the weathered statue of Hul'aru. She placed a hand on its shoulder. "I am sorry, Eternal One. I wish I could watch over this place all of the time, and drive off those vermin. AAh!" She quickly pulls her hand away, feeling a heat bordering a burn. Denice looked between the statue and her hand and realized only now that she neglected to rub the blood off. On making contact with the statue, her blood heated to nearly boiling for a moment. Her hear beat became erratic- beating several times off-rhythm. She felt a sudden urge to stand her ground- an unnatural and sudden boost of confidence. Denice felt an odd pressure in her bones, causing her body to lock up somewhat, so she fell forward a bit and caught herself on the lectern at the front of the main chamber, just across from the statue built into the back wall. Outside it started to rain- though because of how many holes the roof had; it was raining INSIDE a bit too. Denice looked puzzled at her hands as she felt a pinching feeling in her fingertips and the skin under her fingernails quickly turned an irritated red. She felt something pushing through her skin and seen a pale stripe under her fingernails sliding forward! The tip of a claw exposed itself beyond the edge of all her fingernails before the nail started to dislodge itself from her fingers and the claws grew! The claws pushed the skin down further, partially eclipsing the tip of each digit. Denice cried out from the sharp pain as the claws grew out full and completely replaced her nails, which fell away! Like a cat's talons; these claws are an extension of the bone in her digits themselves, making them very sturdy. They extended about an inch and a half and are only slightly curved, but still have very sharp points. "W...what-? Uh-o-oh, no..." Her body wobbled in place as she felt the pressure in her bones surge up from her fingertips, into, and through her body. It faded slowly at the base of her spine, but when it touched her feet it did not go away at all, it only grew in strength! She pushed herself back from the lectern in a bit of a panic to scramble and get her shoes off, feeling the same thing now in her toes as she did her fingers- but her shoes did not have room for such claws. Denice collapsed onto all fours as her ankles shoved back abruptly on their own, yanking free of her shoes! When she fell onto all fours her ankles raised... but then continued to raise. The bones in her feet are lengthening drastically, putting her toes and ankles very far apart from each other. The bones were not fusing though- she was not becoming unguligrade, she is turning digitigrade. The end of her feet seemed to want to splay out- so her efforts to remove her shoes quickly became no less motivated for having half her foot escape them on their own. Once freed, she seen the claws overtaking her toes, but also her toes themselves changing! They became much longer and fanned out to spread out. Fat deposits bubbled up on the base of each toe created a soft pad to walk on. Denice had to grab the base of the lectern and climb it to lift herself up again because her legs were still bulking up, causing her to become more and more unbalanced. Her legs were twice, and then three times as long as her arms are! The extended feet gave her a foot and a half of extra height alone, but the rest of her legs also grew slightly longer too! Her thigh muscles hardened, trapped in an involuntary flex as they swelled larger and larger. This increased the size of her butt too, by association. Her thighs became quite robust, but also pretty solid because they did not bulk up with fat but still retained the fat she already had there as a protective layer over the muscle. For a bit it felt like she was walking on stilts- not at all used to having limbs so long. Having her point of view so far off the ground so suddenly was disorienting to say the least. Though her thighs were meaty now, her lower legs remained as narrow as before, making them look quite thin in comparison. Her skin had also changed color, and the coloration seemed to be bleeding through her skin upward. The parts of her leg that altered immediately turned color- but it was spreading to the unchanged parts too slowly. The new skin color is a dark, charcoal grey. Her claws also took this coloration- but fade to translucent at the very tips where the bone gives way to a keratin coating. The changes seemed to pause a moment, giving her time to catch her breath and stagger around on her new feet trying to get used to these legs. "A... a blessing of the Eternal Ones? But... what sort of form is this?" She lifted her left leg and clasped her toes together, flexing them to test them. Her feet were almost like another pair of hands now! Denice's toes are long enough and can divide far enough that she can use them as fingers! Her body seemed to undulate several times as the feeling of growth surged again, seemingly travelling through her body, bouncing between various locations where it lingered long enough to be amplified by the concurrent ripples. She lurched onto the lectern again for support, but the growth pulled her arms further from her, causing her grip to slip and she collapsed into the lectern, her torso resting against it, then on its edge... then on its top. Her entire body is getting bigger... or at least longer! Her arms did not bulk up like her upper legs, but they did grow significantly longer to better match her legs! The ulna bone in her forearm also extended backwards however, overlapping and then completely bypassing her elbow joint! Like a quadruped animal, the bone overlapped the humerus above it- allowing it to be braced together. This makes her arm joints drastically stronger. Unlike quadruped beasts though- her ulna extended even further, creating a slightly hooked cone off her elbow, only encapsulated in a layer of thick skin- she can technically use it as a weapon. She can perforate someone by elbowing them. Now the dark grey skin color had swallowed most of all four limbs. Not having a mirror handy; Denice did not see that areas with higher blood flow were also already turned. Her lips, inner labia, clit, and her nipple and areola are all matte black- even darker than the deep grey. Her midriff exposed itself as her spine became longer and larger- below her clothes the spine segments became more clearly visible through her skin. Denice's face flushed red and she bucked her hips forward in sudden pleasure, practically cradling the lectern between her legs! All the muscles in her lower back and crotch seemed to surge and seethe toward a single point- her tail bone. The existing bones swelled bigger and the final bone swelled longer, then with a dull, muffled pop it broke into two- then the newborn vertebrae also grew long and popped into two! After breaking off, the two segments remained apart only long enough for a cushion of cartilage to form between them and then the process was repeated. Each dull pop tugged the skin longer and the muscles squirmed further out. The growth of the tail shoved her pants down, which would have caused them to fall off entirely- but her enlarged thighs caught them. Denice squirmed in place, grinding her inner thighs together over her radiantly hot vulva- her tail's growth caused a tide of pleasure that ebbed back and forth between its stretching length; and never entirely abated. The growth is far too close to her pussy for it to not be affected. The outer labia turned grey now, and swelled fatter, though because it was only the outer that grew- this better hid her inner labia and clamped her pussy shut. Her pubic hair completely fell out as the grey skin advanced under it, falling off like dust. Her cooing and squirming from the pleasure worked her lowered pants still lower, and once they passed the mid-point of her thighs there was nothing left to hold them up and they fell off completely. When her tail became long enough and she gained enough muscle mobility in it, Denice quickly shoved back from the lectern a bit and looped her tail between her legs, grabbing onto it with both hands and pulling! It felt like a good stretch after sitting down for a long while, or finally getting to scratch an annoying itch, except the feeling did not pass. When she pulled her tail up, the base also squished into her pussy, and her natural lube started to drip around her tail from her red-hot slit. Denice had to keep shifting her grip on the tail as it grew longer and longer- soon she was holding it at chest level, then flopping it over the lectern as it continued to grow past the height of her own body, and still longer than that! "OoOoh-hooo! S-so looong... longer. D-don't s-s-stooah-op! Mmmm~!" The base of the tail actually started to project off her torso at the small of her back- the muscle projecting out before the bone itself, making the tail seem to start higher up than it actually does. The base became as thick around as her meaty thighs and because of how extraordinarily long it is- it gets progressively narrower at a VERY gradual pace. Even with her immensely increased height- Denice's tail did not stop till it was nearly three times the length of her own height! The end ballooned up into a spade shaped tip- the spade is fat in the middle but the edges are quite narrow. The spaded end has a higher keratin concentration, making it much harder than her flesh- if she whips her tail hard enough she can cut or spear someone on the tip. Even after it finished growing and the automatic pleasure ended, Denice whipped it around herself, wagging its entire length. The newborn skin and muscle in it was not desensitized to the world yet and is very sensitive- the tail just feels good to have. Moving the base around enough also tugs on her anus too- if she pulls it up as far as she can it stretches her lil butthole. She blushed as a thought occurred to her... the spade tip is vaguely phallic.... her tail is more than long enough to penetrate herself with it. She did feel odd twitches of muscle in her lower back though that she still could not identify. When she moved her tail around occasionally she would feel something else shift, separate from the tail. Denice managed to twist herself around far enough to see two fat tubes sticking out of her lower back, just above her tail- so just below the halfway point of her torso. She had no idea what they were though. She still had not turned far enough to recognize what species she was being turned into- the fact she can only view herself in first person did not make it any easier to comprehend. Her midriff is quite long now too thanks to the overall growth spurt- making her torso very flexible. Denice obviously does not have a measuring tape, but going by how high she was compared to the statue before and how high up she is now- Denice estimates her height around a whopping ten or eleven feet. Her form is very narrow still though, which is why her shirt still fits- although it only covers 3/4rths of her arms now and basically only enough of her chest to cover her breasts. She groans at the built up heat in her body and gently takes off her cloak to rest on the lectern. Her eyes lock onto a pillar of diffused light from a hole in the roof and wanders over to it, standing in the rain coming through. She sighs in relief. The autumn rain is very chill- which feels divine against her hot body. Now with a moment to think, she feels herself over a bit more. The grey flesh is springier than her normal human flesh- the pours are tiny which makes it look and feel very smooth. It is also utterly devoid of hair. Humans have a light peach fuzz coating of hair over most of their bodies- she now lacked even that. She pat her midriff, noting it was tighter than before too- more muscular but not so much that she had a six pack. Her belly button is stretched quite long vertically thanks to her torso extending- the soft divot between her symmetrical muscles travels up her long mid-section. Denice seen something move out of the corner of her eye and looked toward it but seen nothing. It kept moving! She turned in a full circle, tossing off beads of rainwater as she twirled trying to find this thing, before realizing it was on her eye. It remained in the corner of her vision because it's on her eye itself. A patch of light. Then small dots of light started to form in other places of her vision. Her ice blue eyes started to darken- flecks of royal purple started to bleed into her iris; which to her looked like patches of light in her vision. The purple iris can see in the dark. When the purple had completely overcome her iris, she could see into the blackened corners of the church without needing a torch. Her pupils gave a surge, and gained four points which then slowly stretched out. Her pupils stretched into a cross-shape, rather than circles. Denice groaned as her nipples tightened even beyond what the cool rainwater running down her could do. Her inner heat once again battled the chill water as her breasts started to firm up and then swell out! Her top was form fitting to begin with, so now that her breasts grew their shape became more and more obvious, pressed into the fabric. Her areola puffed up a bit and her nipples grew a bit in girth and length till their shape was perfectly outlined in the stretched fabric! The darkness from her black areola turned her breasts to the grey flesh which spread across her chest and upper back quickly, consuming her entire body. The meat tubes on her lower back grew longer and longer- calcium dust gathered in their core and turned to jelly, then condensed further into soft bone, then hard bone. The tubes grew long enough to develop a joint and then started to branch into what at first looked like fingers- but the outer skin stretched with them rather than dividing... she is growing bat-like wings! It made no outwardly audible sounds, but because the changes that came next were in her own head- Denice could hear the groan of stretching bone quite clearly. It is a similar sound to the trunk of a tree, groaning from an onslaught of powerful wind. The fabric was also getting so tight around her growing breasts that the movement of her boobs against it was starting to chafe her nipples. Denice grabbed her top intending to yank it off, but when she seen how easily the tips of her claws perforated the fabric she dug into her cleavage and yanked the shirt apart- easily tearing it in half to free her meaty melons! Released from their pressurized confines; her breasts surged forward, projecting away from one another before making a loud clap as they fall back against each other in a wobbling fit! Because the grey flesh is tighter and bouncier- her breasts also gained these traits, allowing them to project further out from her chest than they sagged down, though because of their size; they still drooped into a tear-drop shape. Her nipples are so big and hard she could probably cut glass with them. Her breasts made faint straining sounds from the tissue growth and the limit of her transformation catching up with each other. Each breast was easily larger than her head- what looked like unnaturally pert G cups at least- though it was hard to tell size when literally everything on her body had also grown or changed shape in some way. Denise held the sides of her head and hunched over, the sound of stretching bone almost deafening and she could feel her heart beat strong around the base of two horns as they lanced the skin over her temples and slid out. The veins broke by the horns, causing her to bleed a bit, but then the horns stretched the opening far enough that blood could not escape- and then the veins simply transformed to reroute around the base while a few dug into the roots of the horns themselves to feed them. Her horns grew straight out from the sides of her head, but continually grew at a curved angle, causing them to spiral out looking like a corkscrew! When they finally stopped they jut out a foot and a half from her head at least- but were relatively thin the entire length. The surface of the horns is ribbed- each rib marks the edge of a different layer, making the very tip of the horns the innermost layer and the base of the horn where all layers overlap. She softly flicked her enlarged dark nipples and caused the ends of her boobs to bob. "Oh... I don't need these to drive people off but... I wouldn't mind a little change f-for... myself." Denice winced at a pain in her scalp and quickly realized her hair was rapidly growing- but its stuck in her braids, so she frantically undid them to let it out; though had a bit of difficulty trying to do that with her new claws. Because of how tight her braids were, when she releases her hair it is wildly wavy, even though it is naturally straight. Denise was shocked by the cascade of shimmering raven black hair that already billowed out when she released it! It fell into a curtain on either side of her head and continued to grow downward till it touched the floor- though she was hunched over slightly. If she stood perfectly straight it would clear the floor by about three or four inches. Her canine teeth also extended into four fangs, and for a few moments she let her mouth hand open in a long groan as her tongue narrowed but grew quite long- becoming pointed at the end. Her mouth widened a bit as well, and her lips became a bit bigger- more pillowy. Her ears itched with blood pressure and heat of increased blood flow, so when her changes once again plateaued; Denice reached up and massaged her ear tips to settle the feeling. Her ears are now at least six or seven inches long, and narrow and pointed now too. Unlike the ears of most animals though, she did not have any additional muscle control in them, and their base is firmly affixed to her head and unable to move around. Her newly developed wings were tender, and she gave a stuttered sigh of relief as she stretched them out fully for the first time and the nerves in them came alive. The thin but durable membrane that connected the framework of the wings connected from the furthest tip to what looked like an elbow-like joint. But then another segment of membrane connected the other side of the elbow joint down the first two feet of her tail on its sides. Moving the framing bones of the wings was exactly like using the fingers on her hand- because they basically are exactly that. She moved them around herself and brought them up, feeling the wings with her 'normal' hands. The membrane feels like the surface of a trampoline- durable and not easily broken, but very, VERY springy. It also feels even smoother than the rest of her skin- to the point where it almost feels like it is wet even when it is dry, because there is almost no friction. Using the wings felt just like having another pair of arms, though their position was a bit odd. They don't have separate shoulder plates- they share a figure-eight shaped bone locked to the middle of the spine, so they stick out from her body much closer to her spine than arms would. Looking at herself and just how she moves now, it was hard not to think of herself as a monster, even if it was still just her on the inside. Denice opened her wings backward and bowed forward- using her wings like an umbrella as she looked into the shallow puddle on the floor under her, using it as a mirror to finally see herself. She turned into a Gargoyle! They are creatures attuned to the element of Earth- they original lived deep underground. When human kind cast shadows over the land with their large buildings etched of stone the Gargoyles started to emerge on the surface, using the shadow of human structures to hide from the sunlight. Their flesh does not take to solar radiation well, which prevented them from ever coming to the surface... until humans came along. They are omnivorous like humans and generally not a threat to have around- if anything they scare off other potential dangers, so humans started to carve statues of the Gargoyles to adorn their buildings with. This church already has many around the outside. Denice hummed in built up arousal... all the involuntary pleasure worked her up, but she never got a full release. She got down onto all fours- having to put her feet back and further apart to make up for the difference of length between arm and leg that still existed. Her long tail slithered around her in the air like a serpent, through her legs, pressing between her breasts to divide them a bit before looping over her shoulder, across the middle of her back, back up between her legs and plunging the fat spade-tip into her tight pussy! She rammed it into herself over and over, hard enough to make her entire body rock- so she could feel the weight of her large tits rocking back and forth- the warm weight gently tugging on her chest. She tightened the grip of her tail on her body and plunged even more into herself! It nudged against her cervix and then turned around- the tail started to bunch up and coil itself inside of her, stretching the walls of her pussy further apart! She flipped a segment of her tail around her right tit and squeezed its base- causing the boob to project forward and pull tight while she leaned to that side and grabbed the other breast with her hand- holding herself up on only one. Denice increased the grip of her tail even more, crushing her torso hard enough that it was hard to breathe- she liked it. She stuffed even more tail into her pussy, stretching it even wider! You could faintly see coils of tail through her crotch and lower gut! Pussy juice dripped freely between tail folds and gathered on the stone floor under her, pooling with the blades of grass between huge stone blocks. The shimmer of light traveled down her long hair like the white crests of ocean waves- though in this position her hair touched and fanned out across the floor some distance away from her. She looked up to the statue of the Eternal One at the base from her position on the floor. "T-thank you f-f-for thi-hiiiss form! Ah~!" Denise was shocked a moment as her skin once again changed color, starting from her toes! It turned a dark blue-grey, and became stone! She hit an explosive orgasm and her lower body quickly petrified, turning to stone all the way up to her thighs and most of her butt. Her hands also turned to stone, then her wrist before tapering back to flesh at her forearms. She would have collapsed from the muscle tremors and pleasure otherwise- but because she petrified she remained held firmly in place even without muscle control. Coils of tail flopped wetly out of her pussy and the stretched opening slowly closed up behind the expunged tail while she caught her breath again. The petrified portion of her body also relaxed, turning back to skin and regaining its dark grey color. Denise forgot about that part. In order to protect themselves from the harsh sunlight- if a Gargoyle is trapped on the surface when the sun comes up, it is able to use its affinity to the Earth element to turn itself to stone. Sunlight cannot affect a Gargoyle while it's made of stone- though that also means it is unable to move or defend itself during the day. Because of this- Gargoyles instinctively go to sleep as soon as daybreaks and turn to stone, waking only at night, or if there are harsh enough storms that the sky is blacked out. Denice looked up at the nearby hole in the roof. She could fix that, if she could reach it. There isn't really enough room to try and fly indoors- by the time she got enough lift to fully use her wings she would hit her head on the roof. She walked over to the wall and placed a hand on it, concentrating on the feel of the stone. The stone seemed to bubble out, expanding into her hand and she gripped it. She placed another hand higher and did the same thing- as soon as she let go of the first bubble of stone it turned to dust and crumbled back off. She can reshape earth- half the entire structure of made of stone. Using all six of her limbs to climb, creating temporary handholds; Denise reached the roof and touched one stone arch then moved her arm across to the next- crossing the hole in the wooden portion of the roof. The stone from the arch stretched, following the motion of her hand and connected to the other, overlapping and thus plugging the hole. Denice slithered through the inside of the building, creating stone ribs to reinforce the structure and overlap holes. She then took flight and darted around the outside of the structure doing the same thing. The church became still darker on the inside now that the holes were plugged, though the rain, snow, and leaves would no longer collect inside. She worked all through the night, since her new purple eyes could see perfectly fine in the darkness. She flinched at the touch of light on the horizon as the sun started to rise again, but she was already done her repairs anyway; it was time to rest. She hunched over, resting her large tits on her knees and her hands on the roof on either side of herself. Her tail coiled several times around her arms and legs and her body quickly darkened to a blue-grey and petrified to stone, shielding her from the sun to sleep. When it turns to stone- the individual threads of her hair gather together on their own, so when they turn to stone they all form a single sheet. The teens returned the next day, and immediately found her discarded clothing scraps on the floor and her cloak neatly folded on the lectern. "Holy shit, she is running around naked somewhere?" "What a pervert. Crazy religious fanatics, man." "Maybe she is still around? I wouldn't mind seeing her naked, haha." One of the boys rattled a can of spray paint, looking to the pillar he already tagged once. Denise slammed into the floor, falling from the rafters. She cupped her wings downward as she fell so the air pressure when she landed blasted them hard enough to almost knock the teens on their ass. She coiled her tail around one of their throats and yanked them off the ground, yanking them behind her as she grabbed another by the head gently in threat and looked to the third who immediately dropped the can and just immediately ran without saying a word. Denice smiled. "Time to go home children."

Katia's Pokethulhu Adventure Chapter 2: Problems With Dark Magicks Katia sat in a corner of the large arena, leaning back against Mewl's scaly tummy. The massive dragon-cat taking a brief nap before the next match of the Pokethulhu Team Tournament. Thankfully she had managed to find a partner who wasn't creepy, and who's Pokethulhu wasn't some sort of smell, slimy beastie that offended her sensibilities. Quite frankly Brian's Pokethulhu wasn't very menacing, or strange looking. As a matter of fact it was almost obnoxiously cute with its bright orange scales, white belly, big blue eyes, and oversized feet claws. Brian was running his Emberaptor through a series of drills that were supposed to help reflexes and claw-eye coordination. So far Mewl had done almost all the work in the battles, not that Katia minded. Mewl was by far the most powerful Pokethulhu that Katia had seen so far. Though she supposed that some trainers might be saving extra 'thulhu for later on. "Ok Embie!" Brian called, Katia just rolled her eyes. He called his Emberaptor 'Embie,' though she totally ignored that fact that she had named her Mewlestrix 'Mewl.' "Pyroburst!" the trainer called. On command the tiny dinosaur let loose with an impressive burst of flame. Impressive that is until Mewl opens an eye on one of hir secondary heads and exhales a much more massive cloud of flame from its nostrils. Embie just whimpers and hides behind Brian. Katia elbows her 'thulhu gently. "Be nice, Mewl. Not everybody is as big and strong as you are ya know!" she said with a scowl. Mewl purr-chuckled and yawned, quite a sight to see with all seven heads doing it at once. "The second round is about to begin! All trainers report to their assigned areas!" shouted one of the tournament overseers. Katia and Brian didn't have far to go, they were already there. Their opponents, like most teams in the tournament, were identical twins. With their oversized glasses, pigtails, and schoolgirl outfits, Katia was immediately wary. It was always the cute ones that brought out the most fearful Pokethulhu. A referee, whispering dark secrets beneath his black and white stripped cowl tottered over to them, trying to be as spooky and mysterious as possible while three sheets to the wind. He slurred something that sounded like the standard readiness check. Rather than ask him to repeat himself everybody just nodded. There was a sudden ruckus across the arena, not related to combat. Katia could see several tournament officials running over to take care of something. Katia and Mewl walked toward the drawn runic circle on the floor, the dragon-cat stretching hir many arms. Embie just hid behind Brian some more. The referee nodded to the twin girls, well Katia assumed it was supposed to be a nod. Though she supposed he could just be swaying in the wind. The twins pulled out their Pokehedrons, or tried to anyway. As one they let out a startled shriek, finding their prized Pokethulhu missing. It seemed to be happening all over the arena, trainers suddenly missing their Pokehedrons, and the Pokethulhu inside of them. A tournament official, recognizable by the relative cleanness of his robes and the fact that he was speaking in intelligible tones ran up to the ring where. "The tournament is on hold until we figure out who's stolen all the Pokethulhu! This makes thirteen trainers that have been ripped off." he said with an apologetic look to the twins. "Right now we need everybody to head to the concession area so we can inspect pockets, backpacks, and lockers. The doors are being locked as we speak, so there will be NO ESCAPE!" he hissed, then proceeded to laugh in a most sinister and melodramatic fashion. Katia just looked at Brian and shrugged, Pokethulhu tournament officials were always demented in one way or another. Seeing as how the crowds of humans and other Pokethulhu where frightening his Emberaptor, Brian put Ember back in his Pokehedron. "Drat, and I was really looking forward to getting Embie some real combat experience!" Brian said, rather disappointed. Katia couldn't help but smile, she could remember when she had first set out on her Pokethulhu trainer career, with a tiny dragon-cat sitting on her shoulder. Brian reminded her a lot of herself when she had started, shy, geeky, and a little awkward. She had become much more outgoing in the months that followed. She watched Brian nibble his bottom lip, peering down at the ground. He was thinking of something. "Uhh.... Katia? Since it'll be a while, would you like to have lunch with me?" he said, turning a little bit red. The girl trainer smiled, he had a crush on her! She smiled. "Sure! Just as long as they have something beside Pikathulhu Popsicles or Mobeot Meatballs." Katia said with a chuckle. "Nah, that's just overpriced stuff in weird shapes." Brian said with a half smile of his own. About an hour later, the tournament still hadn't resumed, Katia and Brian sat on the edge of the foot court. Katia had put Mewl in hir Pokehedron for a nap, as she had problems fitting in most human-sized places. Katia was humming softly and staring at the mildew patterns on the ceilings, while Katia flipped through her Pokenomicon, studying up on the creatures she'd encountered so far. Suddenly Brian felt something tugging on his pocket. He turned to see a black cloaked figure behind him running off, Embie's dodecahedron held in one sleeve covered hand. "Hey! Stop!" Brian yelled, jumping to his feet and immediately taking off after the thief. The cloaked figure darted around a number of corners, just about jumping down a flight of stairs. But Brian remained close behind, he was even gaining a bit. The thief slipped underneath a bit of loose chain link mesh that bordered off the condemned portions of the ancient arena. Paying no heed, the angry trainer followed on the thief's heels. The thief darted down a long hallway, turning at a rubble strewn crossway, and into an old, musty smelling room. Brian slammed the door behind him, looking around. It was an old laboratory/library. The thief grinned at him from the other side of a table on the far side of the room. "Hehehehehe." the thief laughed maniacally, throwing back her hood to reveal long white hair. "I don't see what's so funny! Give Embie back!" Brian growled, cracking his knuckles. Though he wasn't much of an athlete, he did have a bit of a size advantage on the thief. "'Course not! But I have my sacrifice!" the deranged girl giggled. Brian just shook his head and stepped forward. Right into a trap. A steel barred cage dropped from the ceiling, trapping him completely. The thief just smiled. "There! Now I can complete my spell to grant me power over every Pokethulhu in existence! Teach them to strip me of my beloved minions for not obeying their rules! The new queen of this world has no need for rules of mere mortals!" "You're a freakin' nut!" Brian says with a scowl. "SILENCE!" the mad ex-trainer howls. "You will be silent as I cast the spell that will signal your doom, using the life forces of the twelve Pokethulhu that I have taken to power this spell!" Brian looked down at the floor and saw complex designs and strange runes carved into the floor. Near the walls were twelve dodecahedrons, the stolen Pokethulhu from the tournament! "Gra'shun mor'a'th th'sh'kar gor'ra 'ver'shey on'at!" the crazy girl chanted. "Ni'sha vor'shun gr'akth'r v'ra de'nat!" The design on the floor began to glow a bright red, the air taking on the scent of a swamp. Stagnant water and rotting plant life. "Yes! Grant me your power! V'rok th'nat! Th'nat bra'tok! Bra'tok du'kat!" the cultist continued to chant, the temperature in the room began to drop, quickly becoming very chilly. A glowing ball of light appeared in the center of the room, the insane trainer hopping her desk and approaching it. "Yes! Ra'lan'tak! Tak'ra'kesh! Give me the power I deserve!" she continued to chant, the room growing colder and colder, and the light growing brighter and brighter. "Shan'ra'kesh! Shan'ra'kesh! I demand to be filled with this power! I summon this power forth, summon it into me!" she demanded, her voice tainted with insanity. The cultist knelt in front of the ball. "I demand this power come into me! Ja'an kai'shek! J'an ka'i'jun! Become a part of me! Grant me your... ULK!" The cultist gasped, the light slamming into her chest. The red glow from the runes brightened for a moment, then faded entirely. The smell of the swamp and the altered temperature fading. Tears trickling from the girl's eyes. "No... not like this... no!" she whispered, beginning to shiver. Brian's jaw dropped in horror as the thief's flesh seemed to writhe beneath her robe. A pained moan escaped her lips, her fingers clawing at the rob, trying to pull it off. The girl's eyes widened in horror as her hands began to change, the ring and little fingers fusing, all her digits developing massive, wickedly sharp claws. She doubled over, pain wracking through her. Bright red spines ripped through the back of her robe, along her spine. "Help me... pleassssh." she hissed pleadingly to Brian, a large forked tongue, covered in slime snaking out of her mouth. She looked at him with begging, pure black eyes that were beginning to bulge from her head. She cried out in pain, once again trying to rip the robe from her body. Weakened by the spines on her back, and the help of her new claws the garment tore from her body, revealing her mostly-naked body underneath. The cultist stared down in horror at her writhing flesh, which was beginning to turn a molted gray and black and had begun to secrete a disgusting slime. She tipped forward onto all fours, a massive shark-like tail erupting from her backside. With a sickening series of pops and wet ripping sounds, her face pressed forward into a feral muzzle, filled with sharp teeth. Six long, fleshy, suckered tentacles ripped from her back. Her pained moans began to take on a tone that made Brian blush from head to toe. The thief was beginning to enjoy her change. Her shoes were ripped apart by transforming feet, becoming wide, webbed, clawed feet. "Yesss... strength... power..." she hissed, dripping slime onto the floor from her tongue, flicking out to taste the air. She rocked back onto her knees, her webbed handpaws caressing her breasts. "Ssso beautiful... powerful..." the transforming creature whispered, her twin orbs swelling under her touch. "Yessssss...." she hisses, her large tongue slipping out to trace over her much larger tits. "Oh yessss... I feel sssso alive.... ssssso full of life... of power... of... AAAAH!" she howled, throwing her head back in pleasure. The caged trainer was torn between disgust, fascination, and lust at a naked girl in front of him. Something seemed to be wriggling in her panties, the last stitch of clothing she was wearing, and it was growing bigger, tenting the fabric and pushing forward. The monster slid a paw into her panties, stroking whatever it was down there. "Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" she howled. She bucked her hips and arched her back, yowling in pleasure. A thick, white slime began to drip from the front of her panties. More and more of the goo oozed from her as the thing continued to swell. The thief tore off hir panties, letting hir big black cock out of its confinement. "Yessss... ssssuch power." shi hissed, dripping more slime as shi spoke, both from hir tongue and hir goo covered body. Brian realized shi looked just like a common type of Pokethulhu combined with a human. A relatively weak thing that if you put up with long enough became a powerful mix of squid, Slug, and shark. Though in the smaller form all it did basically was stink and ooze slime. "A Slugfish." Brian muttered under his breath. The words caught the attention of the abomination. "If you like." the former cultist said, rising to hir feet and picking up Embie's dodecahedron from the table behind her. She brought it to her lips, and inhaled deeply. Brian cried out as the soft yellow glow inside began to dim, indicating the draining of his Emberaptor's life force! "NO! YOU LEAVE EMBIE ALONE!" he growled, through himself at the bars, trying to reach through them to seize his beloved Pokethulhu from this hybrid cannibal. The beast just chuckled. "Soon you and your beloved pet will be closer than you could ever imagine." the creature said before gasping. "Oh yes, such a strong life essence, hungry for physical form once again." shi purred before dropping to a crouch. Setting Embie's 'hedron down shi began to stroke hirself, both male and female sexes. With a pleasured moan a baseball sized sphere of slime slipped into hir hand, glowing softly with blue light. It was like a Pokehedron, with an untamed Pokethulhu inside. "Let Embie go!" Brian growled. "Give her to me!" The Slugfish smiled knowingly, and threw the egg right at Brian's face. "As you wish." shi giggled. The trainer managed to get his hands up, catching the egg in the air. The egg squished at his touch, the slime flowing over his body, the blue glow spreading rapidly. Brian felt warm, then hot, then he felt like every part of his being was burning, on fire. But strangely it didn't hurt. It felt... right as the heat deeper and deeper into his body. He smelled smoke and opening his eyes. His clothes were on fire! The trainer stared in fascination at the fires burning over him, but they didn't hurt at all. His vision blurred suddenly, the trainer reaching up to remove his glasses and found that he could see clearly without them. Brian gasped as he saw his hands, his nails extending into claws, the skin turning a bright orange in color. He felt something strange inside, a playfulness settling over him, feelings of loyalty and obedience. The Slugfish reached out with a tentacle, stroking Brian's cheek. "How do you feel, my little Emberaptor?" shi cooed. Brian leaned into the caress of the slimy appendage, not wanting to, but being unable to help it. He felt a sense of love toward the creature, as it held the anchoring point of his spirit, the golden twelve sided gem. The creature would train him, take care of him, feed him. "I feel nice, Master." he said in a strange, more high pitched voice. His eyes widened at the sound of his words. "Master, what's happening to me?" he asked, his body feeling increasingly strange, the ashes of his clothing slowly drifting to the floor. He felt his thin frame filling out, his body taking on a different shape. "Sweet little Embie, you're becoming much more than you ever would have been as either of your halves. I've bound your spirit to that of your human captor. The two of you will now be one. A fusion of Pokethulhu instinct and power, and human knowledge." the monster coos, placing hir talons on the cage, the bars vanishing under hir touch. Brian was horrified, he'd been combined with Embie! But he felt strangely happy, his transforming body felt incredible. He looked back to see a familiar tail growing from the base of his spine, experimentally twitching the tip. IT responded just as he had been born with it, which he... kind of had been, hadn't he? Soft pops from his feet drew his attention there. He smiled as large sickle claws ripped through the charred remains of his socks and sneakers. Brian reached down, freeing his paws from the useless remnants. The changing human felt something hot, hard, and wet against his belly. Looking down he saw his fully erect cock transforming before his eyes. It began to grow and swell, becoming larger. He watched in awe as the familiar egg shaped head warped into a pointed spade-like shape. Murring happily he wrapped a paw around his slick maleness as it began to change to a pinkish orange in color. His balls began to tingle, pulling into his body as it became more reptilian, the white base swelling and altering to create a sheath for his altered maleness. Brian ran his paws up his white scaled belly, moving up to his face, which still felt human. The Thulhumorph sighed happily as he felt his jaws pushing forward, his flat human teeth becoming fearsome fangs. His master slid hir paws around him, pulling him up against hir slimy body. The slick, smooth skin felt heavenly against his scales. Master's muzzle parted, hir big forked tongue sliding out, licking his face, covering his skin in deliciously smooth slime. His cock rubbed against hirs sending an electric thrill through both of their bodies. "You want me, don't you pet? You want to pleasure your master?" the Slugfish purred. "Yes Master, oh yes! Embie wishes to please!" Brian whispered, not noticing how he referred to himself. The Emberaptor lower himself to his knees, opening his muzzle wide, taking Master's cock into his muzzle, sucking the sweet slime from Master's dick. The monster purred happily, placing hir paws on hir pet's head, stroking his mane. "Good girl, Embie." shi said with a chuckle. Brian beamed at the complement, closing his eyes and letting his instinct to obey take over, bobbing his head as he pleasured his master. The Slugfish's slime continued to ooze over him, feeling wonderfully cool against his naturally hot body. He felt Master guide him slowly down as shi lay back, hir tail slipping between his legs, giving the horny Thulhumorph something slick to thrust his aching cock against. He loved this, loved pleasuring his Master like this. The Slugfish's pants, moans, and gasps were all the reward he needed. His muzzle was suddenly filled with thick, slimy precum, which he eagerly drank down. "Oh good girl..." Master cooed. "Harder! Suck harder pet!" Brian was eager to comply, his head darting forward and back at a rapid rate, his forked tongue working over the smooth black organ at a frantic pace. His paws cupped Master's bottom, pulling hir deeper into his mouth. Fighting his gag reflex, he took as much of the organ into him as possible. Master threw hir head back, howling as shi filled hir pet's muzzle with hir seed. The Emberaptor gagged with the sudden influx of liquid, Master's cock slipping from his mouth, a second jet covering his chest and muzzle with his master's juices. Reacting quickly, Brian took the shaft in both paws, stroking his master as shi climaxed, delighting in the feel of so much sticky, slimy, semen covering him. The Slugfish reached up, patting his cum soaked hair. "Good girl, Embie." shi purred. Brian just smiled. "Go clean yourself up and have a nap while I create more followers, my sweet little Emberaptor." the Slugfish murred, picking up Embie's Pokehedron from the floor. "Embie! Return!" shi called. Brian felt his body fading, his spirit drawn into the amber colored gem. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be returned to his home. He opened his eyes to find himself inside a volcanic swamp. The air way deliciously warm. His home was about 20 feet across, and resembled his room at home in layout. His bed was in a corner, flanked by windows that looked out onto a burning lava field. Though the bed was a bit different. It was a soft bed of aquatic moss floating over a hot spring. Deep enough to sink in comfortably, but not deep enough to get him wet. There was a closet with a stone door in the corner, as well as a toy chest and dresser made in the same style. A slow flow of magma dripped down the opposite wall, making a pool for lounging in. A pillar with hot bubbling water served as a sink, and a smaller round one with a hole in the middle leading down to a magma filled pit to serve as a toilet. On the other side of the room was a bookcase with a few metal covered books on it, a desk and a mirror behind it. The Emberaptor smiled and looked over himself in it. Master's seed hadn't come with him, his scales glimmered beautifully in the mirror, his cock still standing proudly, and in need of attention. He found his reflection fascinating, his scaled form so incredibly sexy. He looked a bit older and more evolved than Embie had, the scaled smoothness of Embie's head had been altered with ear fins, horns, and his own hair, still in the same style he'd gelled it into this morning. The sight of such a gorgeous male made him want to drop to all fours and present himself four mounting. That thought caused him to blink a few times, as it wasn't right. Suddenly everything clicked into place. What had happened, obeying the Slugfish's orders, being called 'Embie,' and referred to as a female. His eyes ran over the posters on the wall, not the ones that were in his room in the physical world, but ones of strong, muscular Pokethulhus with big bulging cocks. He ran to the closet, throwing open the door. He shivered despite the great heat of his new home. It was all clothing meant for a female. He was stunned. He was a male! But Embie had... been a female? He hadn't known. Embie was his first 'thulhu, and he'd only been training her for a week. He'd just assumed that she'd been... well... a boy. Brian ran a paw down between his legs, not finding a slit. He was a boy, with the desires and instincts of his female Emberaptor. But it didn't... feel wrong. The confused Thulhumorph reached into the closet with a paw, idly looking through the collection of clothes within. He didn't feel comfortable going around in his bare scales outside of his Pokehedron, so he better put something on. He bit his lip, everything was so... feminine. They all looked like outfits for schoolgirls and cheerleaders. He sighed, he didn't really want to dress up like a female, but he didn't have any choice. He flipped though the outfits again, until one caught his eye. It was colored like an oil slick on the sidewalk, a rainbow of wet, metallic colors with black trim all around. It felt silk and smooth to the touch. Wincing, Brian pulled the top off the hanger, slipping into the sports bra. The fabric hugged his body tightly, feeling wonderfully smooth and cool against his chest and back. The skirt was a bit more rigid, but fel soft and smooth, like fine leather. It took a little maneuvering to get it on with his tail being there, but eventually Brian managed. The skirt's material felt so good on his throbbing maleness, which made a rather obvious tent in the front of it. The Emberaptor blushed a bit at the sight, but he was feeling much better now that he had clothes on, even if they were a bit... off from what he was used to. But they did feel good on his body. Brian walked to the dresser, opening his underwear drawer and silently dreading what was within. He was half relieved when the drawer was found to be only half full with panties. There were a number of bracelets, barrettes, and other decoration Brian didn't know what to do with. Rather than just pick and chose, he just let his paws wander over everything, letting Embie's instincts and desires guide him. He grabbed a pair of black silken panties, pulling them on carefully so as not to cut them with his sickle claws. His cock continued to stand at attention, if anything feeling more in need of being toyed with then ever. Brian ignored his hard on, it would go away in a bit. It felt kind of perverse to have his sex dripping, throbbing, and aching with desire at a time like this. He pulled a pair of fingerless gloves over his paws, picking up a few of the bracelets and finding that they were the wrong shape for his wrists. It didn't take him long to slide the black leather bracelets onto his tail, the studs glimmering yellow and orange in the volcanic setting. His paw absentmindedly stroked a few black ribbons in the drawer while he slipped the bracelets on his tail. The Thulhumorph peered at them for a second. "What the hell." he said with a sigh, picking them up and tying one on each horn in a perfect bow, and a third around the tip of his tail. It was then that he noticed a little tray on top of the dresser, containing earrings. He looked at them for a moment, his paw darting to the side of his head. Though he lacked external ears, the transformation has given him several things Embie had not, like his horns, and the earfins. He felt along the edges of the fin. Down near the bottom he felt a tiny bump in the bottom strut. Pulling the earring apart, he put it in its proper place. He did the same for the other side, having selected a matching pair of dragons. With a sigh he turned and closed his eyes, walking to the mirror. He dreaded to see how he looked like this, but he also felt strangely curious, and a little bit turned on at the fact of wearing girl's clothes. Brain opened his eyes and gasped. He started into his own reflect with his muzzle wide open. He looked so incredibly hot like this. Boy, girl, male, female, it didn't really matter anymore. He was mostly a Pokethulhu now, not accountable to anyone but his trainer. A wonderful feeling startled him out of his self admiration. His paw had somehow managed to find its way to the front of his skirt, slowly stroking his still erect cock. The Emberaptor grinned, slipping his paw underneath his skirt and into his panties, giving his maleness the attention it craved. He gaped into the mirror, looking at the form of the sexy she-male scalie that stared back at him. That was who he was now, who they were. Brian and Embie. She decided that she would be Embie from now on, since Brian was a completely male name, and she wasn't completely male. While stroking her shaft felt so good, Embie didn't feel quite fulfilled for some reason, the ache she had originally thought was just her dick seemed to have a little more to it. She reluctantly turned away from her reflection and headed to her toybox. They had to be something in there she would use. As Embie opened the lid, she smiled, rather than human toys, it was filled with exactly what she desired. Looking over the toys contained within, she decided on a translucent blue one, shaped just like her own reptilian member. She placed it in her mouth, coating it in her saliva as she returned to the desk. "Hello sexy." she purred, climbing up onto the desk. Hooking a talon in her panties, she tugged them down a bit to give herself access to her tailhole, but not all the way down. The tight silk against her cock felt wonderful. She knelt in front of the mirror, curling her tail around the dildo, positioning herself just right. "Mmmm... you look so gorgeous." Embie cooed to her reflection, her muzzle rubbing up against the mirror, her tongue lazily licking her own image. She scooted forward just a little bit more, the head of her cock coming into contact with the mirror as she thrusted. She placed a paw against the smooth surface, bracing herself as she pretending to fuck her reflection. Embie brought the dildo up to her tailhole, leaning back to get it inside herself. The Thulhumorph cried out as the blue rubber toy slide into her effortlessly, her hot hole strangely slick. "Mmmm... definitely not all male, defiantly not all female either." shi purred, positioning hir tail just right. The Emberaptor rocked back and forth, the dildo driving into hir as she rocked back, his maleness pressing up against the mirror as shi thrust forward. It felt so good, so right... exploring hir body like this. The Slugfish hadn't known what it was talking about. Pokethulhu strength and human knowledge. Peh. Embie felt better the shi had been being Brian and being Embie. The human desire for pleasure, love, and contentment, coupled with the freedom of the Pokethulhu. The combined being didn't need to worry about the rules and expectations of the human world. Shi was as much a 'thulhu as shi was a human. Shi could enjoy hirself, hir body to the very fullest. The Thulhumorph felt a strong mental tug. The Slugfish asking for her presence. Embie growled a telepathic message for hir 'Master' to go fuck itself. Embie was, and shi was quite enjoying it. Embie's trainer was right here inside hir, Brian's imprint still on the Pokehedron. Embie didn't have to come out if shi didn't want to, and right now all shi wanted to go was pleasure hirself closer and closer to hir oncoming... "GRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH!" Embie roared, a small gout of flame erupting from hir mouth as a jet of scalding hot lizardseed erupted from hir rod, making a mess in hir panties and pushing through, dribbling slowly down the mirror. Hir cloaca clutched the sex toy tightly, the juices of hir femsex leaking down onto hir tail. Shi murred happily, rubbing against the mirror with most of hir body. "You were wonderful." shi purrs to the mirror. "I know" shi said, answering hirself after a few seconds. Shi slid hir panties off, using them to mop up the last stray drops of cum from hir shaft, before using them to clean off hir tail. She threw both the panties and hir dildo into the spring-sink, allowing them to be cleansed by the hot bubbling water. Feeling a bit better about hirself, shi pulled a pair of bright pink panties from the dresser, giggling at the tiny purple bows before slipping them on. Embie yawned and stretched, delighting in hir combined body. The Thulhumorph dropped onto hir mossy bed, staring at the flicking flames that formed the 'roof' of her home. She felt so good, so perfect. Embie couldn't possibly imagine returning to the way shi was before. Hir male side gawky, clumsy, uncomfortable and shy. Hir female side small, naive, and unknowing of the way things worked. The call to emerge into the real world came again, more demanding. The Slugfish trying to use hir power to siphon Embie's spirit out into the material plane. The Thulhumorph just giggled and raised a middle finger to the ceiling. The human part of hir spirit kept Embie anchored right here until shi desired to come out, which she certainly wasn't going to do for the damned Slugfish. Served hir right for being just a sucky Pokethulhu anyway. Back in the real world 'Master' was being chased around the interior of the arena, completely failing in hir recruitment drive. Mewl was rather familiar with the scent of Slugfish, and the dragon-cat was acting out on hir feline side, intent on getting some fish. Meanwhile Katia was explaining things to the tournament officials, pieced together from the creature's ego filled rant. "So it looks like she stole the Pokethulhu to summon the power to control Pokethulhu spirits and combine them with humans, repeating the process that gave her the power in hopes of being able to control the resulting hybrids." she finishes. She giggled as she saw the screaming Thulhumorph dart past again, Mewl on hir tail. Katia pulled an empty Pokehedron from her belt and lobbed it with practiced aim, striking the Slugfish-creature in the head. The internal magic of the twelve sided gem sucked her right in, the transparent gem taking on a the cloudy blue coloration signaling an untamed 'thulhu. "There you go!" she said proudly to the tournament officials, marching over to pick up the Pokehedron containing the thief, as well as picking up the 'hedron she recognized as Embie's. Fearing for the worst, Katia looked at the status runes on the 'top' of the gem. She sighed with relief, the runes for 'Happiness' and 'Contentment' where shining brightly. The activity panel shimmered with blue and black swirls, indicating sleep. Whatever had become of Brian and Embie, they were enjoying themselves, and quite content to have a leisurely nap. With her partner and his Pokethulhu by her side, technically she could still participate in the tournament with just Mewl. And that? That was just fine with her.

Melody- or just Mel as she proffered- is a really strong willed woman. With cyan eyes behind silver framed rectangular glasses, and brown hair tied in a high ponytail made of massive curls. She was surely a great prize for anyone to make an ally of, but a terrible enemy. In her highschool years she came upon two macabre harps carved from a long dead and forgotten deity. One harp controlled physical things, the other mental- body and mind. Controlling them was trouble enough and keeping them secret harder still. She had used them many times over the years, always telling herself each time it should be the last. It would seem it was time again to unseal the ancient ritual chamber they slept in- under the side of a small mountain that overlooked the city. She had a cushy office job, handling book keeping for Aegis Security. It paid well and wasn't hard at all- the main shortcoming is that is abysmally boring, but that was remedied by her coworkers. They were a unique bunch of...colorful personalities that seemed borderline crazy at times, making the office much more lively than it should be. If left with just that, it would seem life was exactly how it should be, but then there is Allegro. Handsome, sure- athletic too. He was even nice, but that only made his arrogance and narrow mindedness that much worse! He knew he was good looking and subtly flaunted it every moment he exists like a subconscious function, like breathing. She could put up with that much but he also had a habit of mistaking his opinions for fact, and even when you prove him wrong he was excellent at back stepping and making it seem like he was never wrong at all! Allegro got into a rather big argument with Mel the other day, ending with him still ignorantly calm and Mel ready to pop his head off like a zit. Allegro stated that in trying to be beautiful like society tells them is appropriate, women can never be as strong as men- effectively locking the two genders into preconceived roles. Even if one were to try and switch, they would never be good enough at it to really pull it off. Mel raged about how beauty and power were able to coexist, but nothing would get through Allegro's head! She was quite pretty but not strong- at least not physically, but she could fix that. It felt like cheating, using magic to create a pristine example of power and beauty, but she needed to get through to him, so she was going to make herself the exemplar. After breaking through the caved in doorway of the ritual shrine with a portable shovel, she followed the path of light trailing from the opening. The torches and candles within the huge chamber had burned out eons before, so the opening she made was the only light- convenient then that the harps are in the center and thus within the light. The pedestal with the music book of the harps was outlined on the border of light and dark, but the book- the Dirge Of The Dead God was gone! There was a few people Mel knew could get in here, but why they would remove the book is beyond her. The music only did something if played from the harps- it did absolutely nothing on any other instrument. The harps were both still there however, and even if someone wanted to take them they couldn't- the harps are both huge and locked in place on huge marble slabs. You would need a crane to move them, and even then you would need to tear them out of the structure! So why remove the book? The book did nothing without the harps and the harps were uncontrollable without the proper music. Mel let out a very long, annoyed sigh. A bit blinded with anger still, she switched to her plan B. Taking out her cell phone she thumbed through photos of the book she had taken in the past when Mel was trying to learn about the book overall. The problem is- she didn't have pictures of much more than half the pages in the section for the harp for body only. She had to make due with whatever songs she had taken pictures of...which could prove dangerous. Mel grumbled in frustration, flicking past images quicker now, only skim reading even though she didn't know what she was looking for. She quickly stopped on another song she had a...unique encounter with. Aspect of a cow. Mel never used it herself but knew a girl named Viola who did use it. It gave her big breasts and big nipples, it also made her lactate. Eventually she was lactating like a broken sprinkler from inhumanly giant breasts with too many, too long teats. It even affected her thoughts. But that was the thing- most of that was eventual. The aspect songs needed time to get fully up to speed- most of the initial changes are on a genetic level and not outwardly visible at all. Mel could imbue herself with the aspect of a cow and then not milk herself as to hasten that portion of it. It would put her on a rather strict time limit, but she figured she could manage it. She already had a time limit- she was trying to catch Allegro when he left work. Once she decided on that song, the final touch became obvious. For the athleticism portion she chose another aspect song, for lean but strong muscle Mel chose the aspect of a horse. With any luck two aspect songs on top of each other would slow each other down and extend the genetic sorting stage. As Mel straddled the ancient bone frame of the body harp, her fingers plucked at the hair made strings with careful precision. The strength at which songs were played affected their magnitude, which means playing part of a song louder and the rest normally can put focus on a single part of its effect. Knowing this already allowed her to tone down lactation and any mental effects from either, and hasten the effect on her bust but not amplify it. These variables is exactly why the harps were so easily misused- even the true songbook could only tell you so much, it doesn't have every variable possibility or combination or the book would have to be as thick as a house is tall! Mel felt a very familiar tingle when she was done and her eraser nub nipples stood in attention, though not visible past her bra. She knew better than to wait for other changes and left to return to work. She would be cutting it close for sure. Mel needed to descend the mountain again, though the mountain was fairly small and going down was always quicker than up. Her car was at the bottom waiting for her. Mel skirted the speed limit half because of her time constraints and half because she kept feeling like stretching her legs, causing her to press down the peddle. She could feel the sinew in her legs bolstering and the muscle fibers twisting slowly and gently as it stretched and relaxed- getting a bit bigger each time. Mel's breasts swelled at a slow and steady rate as well, causing her to release the clasp on the back of her bra- already quite familiar of how to handle this. The breasts would pin the bra in place with outward pressure while the bra still helped keep them in place somewhat, without strangling them. She turned into the parking lot quickly with a sigh of relief as she seen Allegro turning into the lot as well, on foot. Mel's hair had been turned black and straight when her face changed, but she decided now to let it out of the ponytail as well just to be safe, and took extra care not to look into the rear or side mirrors in her vehicle- as that would negate the spell. Mel called over to Allegro as she approached, asking if he seen her leave the building already- making it seem like Mel was a friend coming to pick herself up. Allegro smiled and told her Mel had left quite some time ago already, followed quickly with a comment on his good looking Mel's current form is. Well, convincing him of the beauty portion certainly wasn't hard- though her breasts were starting to tug the buttons on her shirt. Mel also noticed her vision was higher over the vehicles than usual- she was taller now, mostly her legs. Using the complement to carry forward from, Mel feigned ignorance of Allegro, asking who he was. Claiming Mel told her over text messages earlier about the argument with Allegro, she challenged his stance in her new form now- though remained outwardly as calm as she could. Responding so fast she nearly cut him off- Mel challenged him, claiming she could overcome him in any physical challenge! Allegro was hesitant, but then smiled and pointed to a nearby park. It was hard to tell if he chose it because it was the first thing he thought of, or because he wanted to see her big boobs bouncing wildly all over the damned place. The park was a common spot for dog walking and jogging because of long winding paths, he was going to race her from one side to the next- assuming it was impossible for her to keep his pace with her tits heaving along the way. The joke was on him, the song increased the size of the muscle tissue connecting skin to fat as well as the tendon that held both breasts up internally- they were impossibly well built for their size. Mel was glad he chose this bet, not only were her leg muscles begging her to use and stretch them but a race would be over the fastest, fitting her time constraints. The two of them drove to the park and Mel nearly hit her head on the roof as she got out of her car again- she was still getting bigger, and her tailbone kept twinging as it slowly started to develop. Eager to get started, she hurried him along and Allegro played along easy enough- confident he couldn't lose. He did plenty of jogging himself in this very park. Mel bounced back and forth on her feet ready to go, not even caring that her bust was doing plenty of its own bouncing. Allegro gave the mark and they both took off, but Allegro got an early lead easily. Mel started to catch up not too long after, and other people in the park actually stopped to look at the two of them as Mel started to race past Allegro with ease, at a speed surely no one there could match- dogs included. She was so fast Allegro actually had to yell to her that he forfeit, as it was clear there was no possible way he could win. When she stopped and hustled back to him, she only then noticed she had been running on only the front of her feet. Allegro, through his lack of breath tried to pass it off with complements to her for being uniquely skilled- that she was apparently the exception of the rule. All Mel really heard was she wins, Allegro loses. Mel also felt her ears perk up to listen to his breathless admittance of defeat- which meant they went human ears! Now almost entirely the ears of a horse, Mel was now doubly glad she let her hair down as it hid the ears. She was going to try and end the encounter as quickly as possible now that she won, but Allegro was actually faster to end it. It made sense- she did just stop him from going home to kick his ass in a race, and nearly gave him a heart attack trying to outrun her. He told her to say hi to Mel for him, and the both of them returned to their vehicles. When Mel bent over to get into her car though, she finally noticed two of the buttons on her top were torn clean off! She had more boob than the shirt could possibly contain, the added movement of her running must have torn them right out! She was too focussed on the race to even notice. Horses are extremely competitive by nature. To get back in the car she had to exhale and press her boobs back to fit them past the rim of the steering wheel. Her feet were also pressing into the toes of her shoes aggressively to find more room- she had to get back to the harps quickly. A glance in the rearview mirror as she was backing up to leave returned her face and hair to normal. Mel kept looking down nervously at her breasts which were increasingly pink and increasingly bigger- trying to escape through her expanded collar like the top of a muffin over its cup. At a stop sign she tried to unbutton the top entirely and unintentionally exploded two more buttons completely off. She was only able to unbutton the last two remaining buttons and let her bounding bust throw her open bra into the wheel. Her nostrils were growing larger as well as her ears- retaining the shape of a horses ears but the size of a large eared bovine. Mel had to keep slouching farther over as her entire body continued to grow and cause the car to become horrendously cramped. When she finally pulled the car over it wasn't at the mountain. Her hands between wrist and fingers was lengthening and her digits becoming cramped and stiff, so she couldn't hold the wheel properly anymore, plus her breasts rubbed her lower gut and it was way more sensitive than it should be. To make matters worse, when she hit the breaks a hoof broke through the toe of her shoe. Mel was out at the edge of the city so she wasn't that far from the mountain, and homes were much more spaced out, so hopefully no eyes on her. Mel took Viola and others out here to hide out in an unused barn a long time ago, so it made sends to come here again- it was between her work and the mountain after all. Mel kicked the ground as she squirmed her way out of the vehicle to burst her other shoe and take them both completely off. She had to lean on the car for a bit as her hooves bulked up and grew the structural integrity to hold her up properly. They were horse hooves, but she could already tell her devolving hands were going to be cow hooves. Her clothes were ridiculously small on her, and she knew if she bent over her pants would just explode from her leg muscles. Mel divided her giant pink breasts with one proto-hoof to see past and examine with her other arm what happened below- and found a second set of breasts! Not an udder, and not human- the pure black breasts of a mare growing from between her legs, with a distinct upward/forward direction. Sort of a 'torpedo tit' shape to them, the nipples were big but not as huge and defined as cow teats, but like a cow they had no areola. Then again, neither did her top breasts anymore- the breast turned pastel pink and the areola lightened to the exact same tone so they were effectively invisible. She let out a surprisingly deep groan as her neck popped and lengthened a bit. As soon as her legs were complete enough she made a quick run for the barn- and cleared the field in mere seconds with her long strides. She stood on the side of the barn facing away from the road- between the barn and fence bordering the horse ranch next door. It was very hard to keep her balance now as her torso lengthened and barreled out, actually making her small beach-ball sized breasts look a bit more reasonably sized. Her top ripped apart at the sleeves removing it entirely from her. Mel seen as her skin sectioned off into black and white areas like a Holstein but didn't see right away that most of her face was bright pink. With rapid-fire muffled pops her face and already greatly enlarged nose started to push out- and then she was able to see the pink easily. She shook her head almost as if to try and force it to hurry up as the sensation was bizarre. Both her face and neck finished in one final burst of growth, and a sound of bone that sounded much more painful than it actually was. Mel slid her cow hooves from the barn wall to allow herself to slide down onto all fours to properly assess her now completed form. As soon as her legs bent in the slightest her pants tore into front and back half and fell away. Her head was that of a horse, but her entire mane matched the appearance and length of her hair when she was human. Her nostrils, lips, and tongue were those of a cow however, and bright pink to contrast the black and white of the rest of her. Held in place by huge equine pectoral muscles was her massive pink breasts, up and forward enough that they only slightly hindered her front legs. Her body was horse, colored like a cow, with cow hooves on the front legs and horse in the back. The equine breasts were tremendously huge compared to any normal horse, but still a bit smaller than Mel's front melons. Again, their position and the gap between limbs allowed them to exist without hampering her limb movement. Her tail was ropey like a cow but the tasseled end was much larger and longer, taking aspects from a horse as well. She obviously couldn't see her naughty bits, but Mel could certainly see the massive muscular globes that was her huge equine ass. Her eyes were still bright and cyan in color though her pupil was horizontal like a horses, and just over them was two bone nubs- mini cow horns. Mel stopped in circles for quite a bit trying to get used to moving on all fours. All four breasts felt like they were rocking back and forth a lot more than they actually were, and Mel determined it is because they all have milk in them. She looked up at the mountain- it wasn't that far at all, and she is very, very fast. Mel wasn't all that worried- she could still pluck the strings of a harp with hooves, and horses had to double getting onto their back legs. She would have to avoid eyes heading there, and take the easier path up to the door but other than that- all this can be undone at the very harp that caused it. The first time she had trouble with the harp it immobilized her, making it impossible for her to return to undo it- but this song made her MORE mobile, not less. She placed a hoof on the lower part of the fence then the top, at first thinking she could heave herself over, but then trying to get an idea of how hard it would be to jump. Her torso was much bulkier even putting aside the overall size, she wouldn't have the flexibility to climb over. Mel walked back several paces, lowered her head and bolted at it, leaping several feet over it and landing with two booms on the other side. Her limbs became like well sculpted pillars on impact, sending a shimmering ripple through her defined muscle and absorbing the impact like it was nothing. Her heart raced as she looked back at the fence- she wanted to do that a few more times! Mel bet she could jump a car! This body was strong as hell, and with a human mind piloting it she could do all sorts of stuff! While she was riding her adrenalin rush, several horses from the new field came to greet her, wondering who the invader is. Mel was a bit nervous at the aggressive grunts, remembering dominant stallions can be quite aggressive when protecting the mares...or more accurately protecting their position to bang said mares. She grinned inwardly as she seen the emerging meat sticks bobbing under them. She was half made herself, so the males had no aggression toward her, and only the males came- the mares couldn't be bothered. If Mel's cheeks weren't covered in fine fur she would be blushing. She knew horses had impressive junk(who doesn't), but she never had a good look at it till now. All the studs around her were in some stage of an erection, but one black stallion with a white mane and tail made false charges toward the others, driving them back. Going by both the size of his body and mottled pink and black pillar of skin wobbling below him, this oreo-colored horse was likely the leader of the herd. It almost seemed like a chivalrous act keeping the others off her, till Mel flinched in surprise at the feeling of his nose against her vagina. She felt sort of flattered, and a lot flustered, and neither helped her reaction time when he reared up and landed the front half of his body on top of her. She felt the broad, flat head of his impressive cock press against her a bit high, then about right, and then plunged into her full blast on the third go. Mel's mind blanked from the sensation of the massive thing in her, and like any horse the stud wasn't slow or gentle. She thought it was going to hurt or bottom out, but every time she thought it couldn't go farther- it did. He hilted in her, slapping the underside of her lower breasts with his shiny black balls. The arousal and rocking back and forth caused droplets of milk to escape both sets of breasts. Mel was so completely absorbed in the situation that she didn't notice the rancher seeing the commotion, nor when he approached with a cattle prod. She wasn't just an unknown horse- she was a strange hybrid creature, and the man had already contacted the authorities, fearing her. A hot pressure filled her insides as the stuff finally climaxed and slid out of her with several sticky strands still connecting their genitals. The climax suppressed Mel's animalistic side and now her human mind was stricken with panic and regret. She took the field so the horses would act as a cover while she ran past to get to the mountain! Now she was tired and pinned between a now complacent stud and a fearful armed rancher! She really wished it hadn't turned out this way! Spinning around and kicking the man may be her only option to run, hopefully she just knocks him out and doesn't accidentally outright kill him! It was in those thoughts of regret that Mel noticed the man blink out of existence. The stallion was full of energy and had an erection at full mast again, but before it could try and mount her a cloaked figure appeared between them! The stallion was ready to hoof the figure in anger, but an unflinching stare from her caused him to calm and back up. The stallion could smell her- she is not human. The cloaked woman turned to Mel and almost fumbled her black horn staff in surprise at the creature Mel had become. It took some doing but Mel managed to convince the cloaked woman that something was amiss. Clasping a hand to Mel's throat, the cloaked one lent Mel her voice. "Who are you? What just happened? It is like time skipped backwards. I...I am supposed to be human, I goofed up with some magical songs...it is complicated." The figure examined her entire form with bright pink iris. "My story is even less believable. I am Lizabeth, a traveller of the multiverse. The time skip you experienced was probably a side effect of my arrival- since I do not belong in this universe. In fact, I was never born in this one. I felt a powerful anguished soul in this universe and was curious." Mel quickly glanced back at the barn. "There was a man who spotted me before, I need to get out of here." "He seen you again already, but don't worry I made it never happen." Mel tilted her head. "What? How?" "My power is 'what if'. I take a scenario, find the universe it actually happened in, and then fold the results of that scenario into my current universe. I swapped him out for a version that was less attentive." Mel looked to the mountain and then back to Liz. "I don't suppose you could teleport us to the halfway point on the mountain?" Using her powers to fold the locations together momentarily, the two of them took but a single step and arrived on the mountain. Half from curiosity of what it felt like, Mel let Liz ride on her back as only Mel knew the exact location of the chamber. Casually trotting over there, she told Liz about the origin of the harps, and of the dead God Harm- most likely the anguished spirit Lizabeth initially came here to investigate. Liz found out about the power long before coming here thanks to one of the relics etched from Harm's bones having the ability to make dimensional rifts. Because the user could explore the multiverse, Lizabeth noticed it immediately and traced the power back to here, where Harm's soul is trapped. Hesitating a bit when she was finally stood before the harps again, Mel played the inversed version of the songs on the harp. She was awkward and slow- needing to lean her weight on the frame of the harp and pluck strings carefully with cloven hooves instead of fingers. The transformation back from the altered form was immediate like always- rather than change her with a magical force it merely dispelled the magic already in her. When the nude human Mel went to turn awkwardly back to Liz she just barely reacted in time to catch the cloak Liz tossed to her to cover up. In place of the woman's body Lizabeth now walked on all fours in her true body- that of a bright orange mid-sized dragon with a golden sheen, and scaled back with feathered bottom. Mel was stunned stiff for a moment, but then smirked and tossed the cloak around herself. She had seen enough magic and dead Gods to no longer question sights like this. Mel timidly kicked at the ground. "You have seen a lot more than me...so, was I wrong? About beauty and strength?" Lizabeth let out a musical chortle. "No. On one hand, like you, I feel like smacking the smug face right off his skull for being so glaringly ignorant. On the other hand, I can ABSOLUTELY see where he is coming from...and he wasn't entirely wrong. That is what makes arguments like that so infuriating. Both sides are technically right even though they contradict one another, and language lacks the intricacy to properly define the differences." "So...you can't normally be both, but you can? Are you talking about rules from two different universes? Universees? What is the plural of universe...?" "I am pretty sure a newborn grizzly would kick my ass..." "But humans are the apex predator, not them. With no claws, no extreme reflexes or armor nor fangs- humans are the strongest. How?" Liz tapped a long talon to her head. "A different form of power. And, after all you went through, what do you think about breasts?" Mel blushed a bit in thought. "Fun, but a pain in the a- er, in the back. They give a lewd impression on everyone but feel so good to have. They are associated with things like sex, but also femininity. More than any other body part- they are complicated as hell, which is ironic since physically they are the most simplistic. I mean they are 80% just orbs of fat. When you have them you can't really hide it, they are always there, so there is a ton of opinions and feelings associated with them." Liz smiled and nodded. "Not just physically- they are beautiful. They create a refined food for your young, they give pleasure and feel pleasurable to others, all beautiful things. Even the effort it takes to keep the lower back muscle to support a large set, and balance the muscle structure between fat and flesh and avoiding stretching in the tendon that holds them up. Even the effort of baring that weight and maintaining them properly is beautiful. That many forms of beauty you have found in a single body part- you KNOW beauty exists in hundreds of forms! So to say beauty and strength cannot coexist...ridiculous, really." Mel nodded, though her brow furrowed. "But you said he was also right?" "Yes. Society has a preconceived notion of what girls and boys like, and even that alone predetermines much of it. If you are always presented with pink and frilly things to have fun with, you are going to naturally like it. If you've always been shown liking boyish things is weird you will naturally avoid it. This isn't really anyone's fault, and digging society out of that rut is damned near impossible. I have seen many alternate realities and precious few have ascended beyond this, even in the infinite cosmos. People can think on there own though, so there will always be those two walk or cross the line, and their fight against stereotyping makes their act that much more beautiful. But that is how that Allegro person is right. Society- as in, the 'herd mentality' won't read between the lines, if it spots a woman getting physically strong it will turn its nose up at them without a second glance. This is an act of fear- fear of breaking the mold, and going somewhere unknown. Do not hate them, pity them and if you've the patience- hold their hand, and try to lead them somewhere better." Mel leaned on the harp with arms crossed. "...deep stuff, eh? Even my problem- being that milk horse was pretty awesome, up till I had to avoid eyes and then things got messed up fast. Too bad it would be too dangerous going back and forth..." Lizabeth smiled. "I could fix that, if you want." "Really?! Wait...could you do it minus the weird front boobs?" "You had four huge breasts." Mel blushed. "W-well...let's leave the lower ones alone." Lizabeth walked up to her and grabbed Mel's arm in her hand. Mel's entire arm was like a tooth pick in the draconic hand. Mel flinched at the intense heat that appeared and vanished in only a few seconds. When Liz removed her hand, Mel seen a tattoo of the milk horse and the dragon explained she need only cover the image and will herself into the form and she would be able to change back and forth at will. Mel thanked Liz for the help and asked her if she could help Liz in turn. Lizabeth wanted to take Harm's trapped soul with her- to restore it to a physical form and talk to him about it's powers. She explained that she wanted to use her 'what if' powers to help as many people- or Gods in this case- as possible. Looking through the infinite cosmos the first thing Lizabeth ever noticed was how easily so many peoples problems could be solved if only they had what another universe had. Mel immediately pointed to the harp of mind. A hundred times more dangerous than the body harp- its continued existence was nothing but a liability. If Liz removed the harp to another existence no one would have to worry about it being misused, and as a part of Harm's original body it can host both his power and soul. The bizarre encounter of magical musician and extradimensional dragon ended with a thankful nod from Lizabeth as she clutched the harp and blinked out of existence along with it. Liz appeared at the bottom of a titanic staircase leading from nowhere and up into the giant castle of Greivanhol. She looked over the harp and then to the dark figure at the top of the stairs. "Think you can revive him then?" Occult smiled wickedly. "But of course. I even happen to be great with harps."

Curse of the New Year: Year of the Ox 2 Daiyu groaned as she threw her arm over her face to shield her eyes, only to bump into her own nose. “Ow,” she mumbled groggily as she reached up to rub the sore spot, only to have her fingers bop it again, but this time with more painful results. The hard keratin of her fingers smashing into the soft sensitive snout that dominated much of her normally delicate face made her wince. The pain brought her to full, immediate, and painful wakefulness as she jerked upright. “Fuck.” That was a bad idea as her head pounded at the abrupt movement. She put her hands to her head, trying to stop the sensation as if water were sloshing around inside her skull. This brought her into contact with her very fuzzy ears that until now she’d forgotten about. She felt wretched as she rolled over, pressing down on expanses of her body that had not been there just twenty-hour hours before, and reminding her very much that things today would be different. She moaned a bit, “Where did Dad get that Jaio Wine, and why on earth did I drink so much of it?” She reached around the bedside table, feeling for the bottle of water she was certain she’d left there last night. She gulped the contents down, not caring that some of it dribbled out her now oddly shaped mouth. The bottle hit the floor, as she flopped back with a sigh, wondering if she had to get up at all. The water wasn’t enough alone to curb her headache, but it was a start. The clock next to her read ten o’clock. Not too late, given they were up for many hours after midnight, but she was still surprised that her family hadn’t woken her up yet. She wondered what had, only to have her body remind her that she now possessed a large mass that weighed heavily upon her bladder. Yep, that was it. Nature was calling. Slowly she slid her legs out from under the covers, dropping them heavily to the floor. Somehow, she’d managed to undress herself last night, leaving herself in nothing but a borrowed pair of panties. Just as well, less to remove to get to the needed toilet. Her cloven hooves struck the carpet with a dull thud. She winced a little at the sound, an obvious reminder of her current predicament. Daiyu tried to stand, only for the first attempt to end in abject failure as she fell backwards onto her very padded rump. Her center of gravity was different now, and it took another attempt before she could stand upright again, parts of her jiggling in reminder of how extreme the changes really were. She knew how she looked; she’d spent enough time in front of the mirror last night. She could wait to reassess the results of her curse until after she went to the bathroom. Thankfully the guestroom had its own small three-quarter bath attached. She appreciated that she could take care of herself without her family seeing her hung over. Her being part cow? That wouldn’t bother them at all, but good daughters shouldn’t have hangovers. She didn’t need a lecture from her mother right now. *** *** *** Finishing with the necessities of the morning, she felt more alert once she’d gotten some cool water on her face and raided the small medicine cabinet for some aspirin. The mirror also gave her another chance to examine her face more thoroughly now that she had time. She poked and prodded at her nose in its snout-like shape. The dark broad expanse of it pushed farther out that she had expected, but not so far as she had feared. It was still cute, in a strange bovine way, and she’d not gotten all furry which left her soft golden complexion as a contrast. It worked. She might even be able to walk about with a thick scarf or high turtle neck, well if it weren’t for the four-inch-long horns that sprang from her head just above her hairline. She quirked her mouth examining those ivory spires, even as her the wide floppy ears on the side of her head flicked. Returning to the bed, she took out an emery board she’d taken from the cabinet and filed down some rough spots along her fingers. Thankfully the hard edges weren’t impervious to the small file. Finally satisfied her hands turned hooves weren’t going to mar her delicate skin she slowly felt down her body, examining the changes in detail. Perhaps a bit too eagerly. Her breasts now jutted out proudly, stacked up on their own size, one pair on top of the other. Not that she’d ever been super well-endowed in the first place, but these new massive mounds dominated her body. Though she’d put in size in some noticeable areas, she remained mostly slender. As it was, she guessed the were probably five cups larger than her normal modest b-cups, and with there being four of them it was a huge change to her view. Her fingers ran over each of them, their smoothness tipped with a thick brown nipple that sprang eagerly to attention with her caress. Letting her hands roam further down she reached the pendulous udder that fell between her legs. It swept outward from just below her navel in a huge mound, only the drop downward to almost her knees before retreating up to join her again just above her swollen sex. She could feel the udder pressing against her thighs, its teats akin her nipples, though they were lighter in color and not quite so able to stand on their own. Still, they responded to her touch with pleasant sensations that wove through her. Her ropey tail trashed a bit as her mind wandered down lusty paths, it’s brown fur tip thumping against the side of her thick thighs. She didn’t ignore these either as her hands continued to slide down over her newly generous hips, and luscious curves that her normally svelte body didn’t possess. Her three previous metamorphoses hadn’t even given her anything like this. By far this was her most generous transformation, at least when it came to curves. She smiled a bit with the memory of those previous years. She remembered the first year, the year of the goat. It was the last time she’d had an udder, but that one only had two teats and was far less substantial. The hooves that year had been tricky, but practice makes perfect and after that both the year of the pig and now the ox seemed easy enough. Kind of like walking in heels, you never quite forget. It had been her first experience with horns too. The year of the rooster had been her other year of the curse. It had been the oddest of the three. Daiyu could still feel the phantom itching of all those feathers. She had this horrible compulsion to lay eggs too, and it had been the oddest experience shoving eggs the size of her head out of her body each morning. That had been an experience, and not one she was certain she wanted to repeat, though it had felt remarkably good, it still left her feeling sore for hours afterwards. The year of the pig had been perhaps the most subtle of her transformations in a lot of ways. She’d filled out a bit, but her hooves were smaller, less noticeable than the were now. The eight teats, well they didn’t come with breasts and she’d been able to hide them better too. That only left her face, which reminded her of that old movie Penelope, except she had the teeth to match. All in all it wasn’t too bad her senior year since a hat and scarf kept her secret safe on campus. Though on a certain level the pig had been a big disappointment too. The eight small floppy teats weren’t all that exciting, and she never did get to find out if a pig’s orgasm could last half an hour. No boyfriend plus a heavy class load kept her from being very adventurous with the experience. She drifted her attention back to her current look as she stood up again to spin in front of the mirror, examining the full extent of her changes once more. Overall, she was impressed with the body this year even if it was rather lewd. For being so bovine, it still screamed sensual, and well sexual to her in a way the last couple hadn’t. A nice change, she felt, and something she looked forward to exploring later, on her own. Respect for her parent’s house kept her hands from those thickened folds even in her drunken state the night before, but she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to keep her hands from between her thighs. Even now she could feel herself warming up, her arousal building. She gently shook her head once more, trying to drive the naughty thoughts that kept invading back out. Instead, she opted to take a shower. Returning to the small bathroom she smiled at her father’s thoughtfulness of having a lever instead of a knob for the shower, and a no-slip mat that she carefully ground her hooves into until she felt secure standing in the spray. Enjoying the warm shower, she slowly cleaned up, letting the heat relax her. She tried desperately to ignore that her fingertips were rubbing just a little too much across sensitive flesh to just wash away grime and sweat. *** *** *** Emerging from the shower, she glanced at the clock. Eleven-thirty. She was a little surprised, she hadn’t thought she’d taken that long. As if on cue, her stomach growled reminding her that she’d not eaten in quite a while. Glancing at the disheveled dress from the prior night. It lay across the chair, far too fancy for breakfast. Thankfully her mother had kept up with the tradition of maintaining a rather sizable closet of spare clothes. Having a family legacy where people transformed made one have peculiar habits, but right now she appreciated that her mother had lots of extra clothes in odd sizes. Unfortunately, her udder made it rather hard to find much that worked, but eventually she found a threadbare bathroom that lay towards the back of the closet. It might have been her older brothers at one time, but it was big enough now to fit her expanded assets. Not that they didn’t try to make an appearance, her udder peeking out every time she moved. Her stomach growled again. She’d find more later, after all she’d need things to wear for the next few weeks, or she’d have to hit up a thrift store for something. All that could wait until after breakfast, though. Maybe she could convince Yan to lend her a hand, her sister-in-law was always willing to help. Tying the belt tighter around herself, she carefully stepped out of the guest room and headed for the kitchen. “Good morning, sweetie.” Her said, welcoming her to the kitchen with little more than a glance up at her from her pile of dirty dishes that lay in the sink. Daiyu shook her head, her mother never had trusted using the dishwasher. “Good morning, mom.” Daiyu said as she sat down on one of the barstools overlooking the counter. It didn’t take her long to find a couple of mantou buns in front of her as her mother dished them out from the steamer. A cup of coffee followed, a small victory for Daiyu as she had spent years trying to convince her mother she preferred the dark aromatic drink to the teas of her parents. Munching slowly on the delicious buns, she listened to her mother chatter about the small doings of the family. Her father and brother had gone out for the day, and her cousins had gone home, something Daiyu felt privately thankful for. Not that she didn’t love them, but the first day after the new year celebration was when they sobered up and started to ask about the changes. For the cousins, who would never experience the curse, she was a novelty and they would prod her, particularly the younger ones. For most of them, she was just wearing a costume. It was awkward to explain that she wasn’t. Her mother thought? She chattered away as if nothing about her daughter was the least bit different that any other day. A legacy of her own time experiencing the changes, though with several aunts and uncles Daiyu knew that her generation spread the load out farther than her own, and so each had only transformed a few times despite the twenty years they had borne the curse. “Momma,” She asked, interrupting the continuous chatter about one of the cousins’ current attempts to get into college. “Is Yan around?” “Hmm? Oh yes, she’s in her room, I think. She was working on a gift for Cheng for Valentine’s day. She had her needles out.” Her mother said, turning her attention to the large wok that needed cleaning after last night’s dinner. Daiyu took another sip of her coffee. “Do you think she’d be willing to help me get some extra clothes? Mine don’t fit anymore and well, I kind of don’t want to walk around in that dress or this robe for two weeks.” Her mother clapped her hands. “Oh, I’m certain she would! Are you going to stay with us for the whole celebration?” Daiyu shook her head, feeling the odd sensation of her ears flapping. “No, I would like to be at home more. I appreciate the offer though. But I think I am going to call out from work. I don’t think they’ll understand me showing up looking rather like a cow.” “What are you going to tell them?” Her mother asked, setting the clean wok back in its place. “I think I’ll just say I might have been exposed to the virus, or caught the flu. That’ll get me some time off.” Daiyu said, grabbing the second bun off her plate. “I don’t like you lying.” Her mother gave her a stern look, frowning as only a mother could. “I know, but it’s kind of hard to tell my boss I turned into a cow, and besides really can’t type right now. Heck I’m not even sure I can answer my phone.” She held up her keratinized fingers and wiggled them. Her mother gave a slight exasperated sigh and wiped her hands on her apron. “If you think that’s best. Now hurry up and finish your breakfast and go find Yan. She’ll want to measure you for new clothes.” *** *** *** Daiyu’s hardened hands thumped louder than she intended on Yan and her brother’s bedroom door. “Come in.” Came the Yan’s voice. Daiyu stuck her snout in, “Hi Yan.” Yan set her needles aside, standing to greet her transformed sister-in- law. “Oh, Daiyu! I was wondering how you were doing! I didn’t see you at breakfast. Pappa said you were in the shower when he checked on you.” “Yeah, I think I over did it on that wine last night.” Daiyu felt a little sheepish about that. She normally didn’t over indulge. “I think we all did.” Yan laughed. “Hey, Yan,” Daiyu started, “I was hoping you’d be willing to help me with something.” Yan gave the cow woman an appraising look. “Let me guess, you need something to wear other than that old robe of my husband’s?” Daiyu nodded. “Yeah, it’s really kind of embarrassing, but there’s no way I’m fitting back into my pencil skirt again for a while.” Yan smiled, and gave another laugh. “Alright sis, then you’re going to have to let me get your sizes though. I don’t think we can sneak those horns into any of the local boutiques just yet.” “I don’t need fancy; thrift stores and box marts should be just fine, and easier on the pocket book.” Daiyu set down her coffee mug on the bedside table. “Not if you want bras for those girls. You’re going to need some support or your back is going to be killing you.” Yan gestured at the prevalent mountain of tit flesh barely hidden by the robe. Yan herself was moderately well endowed, but her cleavage paled in comparison to that currently swaying on Daiyu’s chest. “Now strip.” She ordered. Daiyu was thankful that her brother had married a very open minded and cool woman. It made it a lot less awkward as she slid the robe off her shoulders. Yan, for her part, fished a fabric measuring tape out of her knitting and quickly set about measuring her hips, busts, and waist, and added a notation for the bulging udder. Something that Daiyu was starting to feel might be more trouble as it had a heavy feeling to it that was only getting stronger. After a few extra measurements Yan snapped her notebook shut and rolled her measuring tape back into its little case. “I think I can work with this. You’re going to be stuck in dresses though for a while, quite possibly maternity ones.” “I don’t care as long as I don’t have to spend all my time in the buff.” Daiyu said dryly. “Aww but you’re currently in the possession of such a nice buff.” Came the teasing response. Daiyu blushed lightly at that. She knew that Yan had dated a couple of women before she had married Cheng. Her adventurousness was a bit legendary among the family. It’s probably why she’d fit in so well when the curse hit her last year and left her sporting a three-foot long rat tail, giant ears, and fur. She just treated it like another adventure. Yan ignored the mild embarrassment and started to prattle off a list of items. “Let’s see, you’re going to need at least two sets of bras, one strapless for that bottom pair.” Daiyu nodded. “Um, Yan?” She interrupted; her sister-in-law looked up at her curiously, noting the blush on Daiyu’s snout. “Can you get a set that is, um, maybe those maternity bras?” “I mean, I can, why?” Yan asked. “Well, I kind of feel,” the blush reddened, “like I might need access.” Yan’s mouth dropped open. “Oh crap, I hadn’t thought of that. You really are a cow, aren’t you?” Daiyu nodded slowly, still trying to control the blush. “I can kind of feel it.” Yan took it in stride and quickly made the notation. Next to it she made a note to see if she could find a nursing pump. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do.” “Thanks, Yan.” Daiyu reached for the robe and started to wiggle herself back into it. “What are sisters for?” Came the chipper response. Yan loved to shop, sew, and knit. Clothing wasn’t something she just wore; it was her passion. Daiyu giggled. “I don’t know, you’re the first I’ve had!” Yan snickered at that. “I know, I always wanted a sister too, and now here I’ve finally got one! So, let sister Yan take good care of you, okay?” They went over the list a couple times, a few dresses. The waist would need to be something like an empress waist or sundress style to provide for Daiyu’s udder. “I think you’re going to find underwear uncomfortable; but if you want it, I’ll get it.” Yan commented as she tapped the pen on the pad. Daiyu shook her head, feeling the slap of her tail on her thigh under the robe. She just needed a few outfits, nothing fancy, and the tail and udder would make any underwear problematic. Though the idea of going panty-less in a sundress turned her on slightly. But a sun-dress in the middle of winter was going to be cold, even with the furry legs. The dress would just have to be full length to cover those. Yan disappeared out the door soon after, leaving Daiyu to lounge around with her mother. There wasn’t a lot to do, her mom didn’t like television much, and Daiyu wasn’t interested in playing games. So, they settled on a puzzle to work on as each sipped on their respective drinks and just enjoyed the quiet company with each other. It was a good distraction, though Daiyu had to take extra care not to accidentally bump heads with her mother. The horns on her head were definitely not for show. *** *** *** Daiyu was surprised when Yan got back before her father and brother did. Her vivid mask matching perfectly with the yellow jacket that she wore. Daiyu envied her fashion sense. She bustled Daiyu back into her room again and dumped the small mountain of bags on the bed. Inside were a few nice dresses, though they were lighter than the cold season warranted they were still better than nothing. Yan merely pointed to the seventy-five percent off tags as her reasoning, and given how cash strapped Daiyu was now, she appreciated the thriftiness of her sister-in-law. Next came out four maternity bras, a grab from one of the nicer thrift stores in town. They were in good condition and clean. Yan quickly set to work on these, worrying the loose the stitching in the shoulder straps of one braw so she could sew it together with another to make a four-breasted bra. Daiyu sifted through the rest of the bags, pulling out a new long overcoat that was better fitting than the one she came in. It’d come off a men’s rack of clearance items, but cut in a way that it’d fit her nicely. The horns on her head would be hard to hide, but an oversized knit cap was found that did something of the job, it’s shapeless bulk contained flaps that came down over her ears which was helpful. The final item in the bags was a small bag. Yan smiled at her and nodded she Daiyu peeked inside curiously. Daiyu returned the smile and mouthed thank you to her sister-in-law as she scurried into her bedroom’s private bath. Pulling the electric pump from the bag she mentally praised Yan for finding something so necessary. Her udder had been feeling so tight these last few hours. The pump was a deluxe model too, with several different sized attachments, one of which just big enough to fit one of her teats. Carefully she hooked up the bottle and plugged in the device. The little motor whirred as she set it up against her first teat, the sudden suction pulling the teat into the attachment, and sending a jolt through her body. She bit down lightly on a fingertip, thankful it was hard keratin right now, so she didn’t let out a shriek of pleasure. Milk began to flow almost immediately, spurting out of the end of the tube into the small bottle. The bottle was filling fast. She dispensed with the bottle and just let the tube hang over the edge of the shower tiles, watching the milk swirl around the drain. She started to relax, enjoying the sensation of her teats as the device gently pulled on them. She could feel her udder slowly releasing the pent-up pressure, and she let out a soft sigh of relief. After a little bit she moved the device to another teat and repeated the process, letting enough of her milk flow to ease the pressure that had built all day. Her engorged breasts got the same treatment, but not nearly as much. Each released a small amount of milk, just a few squirts in comparison to her udder’s teats, but she still felt the relief as she rubbed her mammoth breasts. After this experience she didn’t think she’d ever complain about having small boobs again, though she had to admit the big ones were interesting. Finally feeling a bit better, she wiped off both her teats and nipples with a damp washcloth and rinsed out the pump to keep it clean. She emerged from the bathroom and found Yan there waiting, a spread of clothing across her bed. “Feeling better?” She asked a bit coyly. Daiyu tried to not look abashed, but failed as she knew that the experience had left her more than a little peaked. “Yes, thank you, that was a life saver.” She responded, hoping Yan wouldn’t notice that her nipples were still fully erect. “Good, now let’s fit you for these bras.” Yan slid around behind Daiyu who shrugged back out of the robe again. Yan had sewn two large bras together to provide a double layer of support for her burgeoning chest. They fit reasonably well, though Daiyu had to adjust them several times to get a comfortable fit. Yan took a few minutes to double check her stitching and the tightness across her sister-in-law’s back. She giggled as Daiyu’s tail lashed at her legs. When she was done Daiyu slipped into a pale blue sundress. It fit reasonably well, despite the extra flesh, and hid her udder well enough, though the bulge was still prominent it wasn’t obvious. Swirling around in the dress Daiyu felt pretty. She turned and gave Yan a tight hug, “Thank you!” “You’re welcome!’ Yan said, returning the hug. *** *** *** “Are you sure you won’t stay?” Her mother pleaded. “It’s already dark. You should stay with us tonight.” “Thank you, mamma, but I really want to be in my own bed tonight.” Daiyu gave her mother a big hug. “Alright, you drive safely.” Her mother sniffed, even as the other family members took their turns giving goodbye hugs and promises to see her for the lantern festival in a few weeks when she’d return to her human shape. Outside the ground was still slick from the cold weather, but the walkway was clear thanks to Cheng’s meticulous care early that morning. She slowly clopped along it, listening to the odd echoes created by her hooves with each step, her ears twitching under the knit cap. Reaching her car, she unlocked it and threw her purse, the bag with her old clothes and the breast pump, and a couple Tupperware containers with her mother’s cooking into the passenger seat. It took a moment or two to get herself comfortable. Her legs were a bit longer now that she had hooves and her fingers didn’t grasp the steering wheel the same way, but she managed to adjust everything to her liking before she drove away from the curb. The drive home was uneventful, a miracle given that the roads were a mess. She was even more relieved to find the interior stairway up to her apartment was empty, saving her from having to deal with any of her nosy neighbors. Still, she held her breath as she jiggled the key in the lock clumsily, and only let a deep sigh of relief out when she heard the soft snap of the bolt drawing back. Pushing the door closed again, she made sure it locked. A quick look around the apartment confirmed nothing changed. It was tidy, no signs of anything amiss. She quickly deposited her bags on the table and went to close the curtains. She didn’t need the folks in the next building seeing her either. “That’s better,” she mumbled to herself as the last curtain was drawn. Finally feeling secure she dropped the heavy overcoat and knit hat on the arm of the chair. The leftovers of her mother’s cooking were placed in the fridge, and she was soon trotting to the bathroom with the breast pump in hand once more. *** *** *** She hadn’t realized how full she had been feeling again, but her new body demanded she attend it. The slight sensation of the suction sending chills as she slowly worked over each nipple and teat with the pump. But now, free of the embarrassment of being at her parent’s she felt she could finally explore these sensations. Stripping off her sundress and hanging it on the door she was free to let her fingers roam across each sensitive nub, the hard keratin scraping slightly making her nipples rise as she touched them softly as she could. She could feel the warmth, her breasts tightening just a tad as she became increasingly aroused. Her tail flicked in anticipation as she slowly slid one hand down her thigh. First the outside, then back up, slowly easing up under her udder. Her lips felt different. Thicker, fuller, and very damp. She slid one finger along the seam, feeling them part slowly as she shifted her hips wider, letting her directly access the depths of her cleft. She winced a bit when the hard hoof-like nail hit her clit, already sensitive, but she soon found the right motion as she slowly wound herself up. She could feel herself shifting forward, her heavy breasts spilling over the sink, her ass wiggling as she presented her nether region, her body begging for a nice thick cock to take her in that moment. Her mind wandered. Cock was something she hadn’t had in a while. Her fingers would have to be the substitute for the moment. She let the first of her two hoof-like digits into her wet cunt. She couldn’t finger herself quite the way she wanted; her manual dexterity was too limited. Slowly she gathered her nerves and expanded herself to take her entire hand. She’d never tried to fist herself, always feeling too small, but now it felt almost easy as she slid her entire bony hand into her. It slid easily up to her wrist, letting her pump in and out in time with the suction on her teat that continued to leak milk into the bathtub. Her other hand gripped the sink as she contorted herself to maximize her own thrusting, letting the pleasure build. She’d never taken her whole hand before, or anything so big, but now, her hips spread wide, and she reveled in it. Her breaths began to come in gasps, her muscles clamping down, and spasming as she closed in on an orgasm. With almost no warning the feeling crested. She felt her muscles clamp down on her hand like a vice, her legs trembling, threatening to send her sprawling to the floor. “Oh, oh, moo!” Her breasts heaved and she could feel dribbles of milk sliding down her front as she panted, trying not to slip on the sudden pool of juice and milk spreading on the floor of her bathroom. *** *** *** It took her a few minutes to stabilize her legs from their quivering shake, but eventually she was able to hold herself up again. She dumped the pump in the sink for cleaning, and quickly dropped a towel to wipe up the mess on the floor. “Oh wow, that was intense, and I wonder if the pig orgasms would have been that good.” She wished she had found out when she had the chance in college. The shakes subsiding, she realized that she was still horny. Her transformed body wanted more. She quickly rinsed out the pump, setting it aside to dry and headed for her bedroom. She yanked open her dresser and pulled out her old reliable, it wasn’t a big dildo, certainly not as big as she was craving, but then again right now she’d try to take almost anything as flexible as she felt in this body. It’d have to do, and it was better than nothing. She threw herself on the bed and slid the seven inches to the hilt without even bothering to lube it up first. She cooed as she bounced gently on her knees, letting herself set the rhythm, her udder and breasts bobbing in tandem with her rise and fall. She worked her nipples more now, enjoying the increased bust, finding that she could lift her top breasts to her mouth and suck on her own nipples. Her entire body felt electric, anywhere she touched felt like sensitive, tingly as waves of pleasure filled her. She switched nipples, making sure to give every one attention, squeezing each breast. Small orgasms rolled through her, none to compete with the first, but still enjoyable as she stair stepped upwards to what promised to be a tremendous release. She found herself lowing through mouthfuls of her own creamy milk. The taste was nice, and she normally didn’t care for milk, but the sensation of sucking on her own nipples was wonderful. Eventually the waves of orgasms built up enough that she topped over the abyss, her body shuddering and shaking as she felt herself clamp down on the dildo, desperately trying to keep herself upright through the powerful contractions of her muscles. By the time she finally fell onto her side, somewhat sated, the bedspread was a mess and her body was still shaking. She tossed the very creamy dildo to the side. Milk and her own pussy juices drenched her hands, which she idly sucked on while imagining getting a stud to come in and ride her. Her mind wandering to the idea of him buried deep in her thick meaty cunt, pulling back on her horns, maybe a nice crop to her well-rounded ass. A little tremor passed through her at this thought. She still wanted more. Finally, pulling herself together she threw the sticky sheets in the wash, thankful she had a washer and dryer in the apartment, and took herself to the shower. The water helped her relax, but she knew she was going to be a needy cow these two weeks, and before this festival was out, she was going to need to find someone to breed her like the cow she was. Her hips wiggled in anticipation.

Rosemary's heart was beating so hard it was practically trying to punch its way out of her chest. She was low to the ground and fully wolf, the moon was full and Grotto was trying to tell her something but she could not understand. She was excited and a bit afraid, she was so full of emotion she could not unjumble the wolf from the woman. Grotto reached down to touch her but her confusion created a spike of fear of something going wrong, and her not wanting him to touch her translated to biting him through the mind of a wolf. She recoiled quickly but the small bite was bad enough- the curse was contagious via fluids, and her saliva came into contact with his blood during the brief bite! Both in the dream and reality, Rose gasped and sat up quickly in surprise. It took her several moments even after waking to realize it was a nightmare, since the first thing she seen was mice gnawing on bones. All of the prey Rose hunted down for them to eat were reduced to bones and piled into a corner for the rodents to use to wear down their teeth. Pillars of golden sunlight framed with pastel blue and black butterflies filtered down to the cave and the air tasted thickly of flowers. The gentle warmth of spring filtering down into her nook in the forest helped her calm herself quickly enough. She had the dream before, and would again. It was one of the more tame nightmares she had, given the abrupt end to her childhood innocence. She worked the numbness out of her body, tracing her hands down her nude curves- it was already too warm to sleep with any clothes on. She sensed something missing almost immediately in her presence though, and her heart rate started to speed up again when she realised Grotto was missing. After looking around and calling for him she found only a stone he used a bit of charcoal from the fire to write on, and all it said was 'Arcaea'. Grotto groaned as he downed his drink nervously at the counter of a bar in the small town of Anterra. He wasn't sure he should be drinking at all given the task he embarked on, but he needed something to relax his nerves a bit. It was a few whispers in the town by his nook in the woods, and he quickly sought more information. When he confirmed the rumor he had to leave immediately or lose his chance- though it pained him to leave Rosemary so abruptly. The last time he sat in this bar he was a normal human, and this was the very place that it all changed. The mythic city of Arcaea was a non existent location that appeared in reality every few decades, it was where witches and sorcerers gathered to inherit new magic from the chaos the location was born from. The witch that cursed Grotto to his equine form lived in a cabin near Anterra, and Arcaea was currently phased into reality not too far from there- there was no doubt she would be drawn there. This was his chance to find her outside of her normal element, and finally confront her! His goal was obviously to be cured, but she could potentially give him an even worse curse...heck, it wasn't beyond her ability to just simply kill him. Grotto left after a short rest and two drinks- he did not want to waste any time because no one knew how long Arcaea would continue to exist for. He was dressed in a simple black hoodie and blue jeans as he raced toward the mythic location. The forest was not thick here and the trees were small but the land sloped down fairly steeply for some distance around the huge lake. Arcaea was easy to spot from some distance away, and was bordered by a slight distortion in space. It wasn't truly a city at all but rather a city-sized array of monoliths, unintelligible statues, and other runic stone objects. The pathways were shallow stone trenches that allowed mere inch-deep rivers of crystal clear water to flow from. Grotto hid behind stone structures and silent, dormant golems to avoid being spotted by one of the many witches in the area. His target's appearance was burned into his mind so Grotto was able to recognise the witch Pepper from a good distance away. In spite of Pepper's salty personality, she was very attractive. Though short, her hips and thighs were impressive and on nearly full display. Her robes were made of several layers but all parted in the front to show her full legs off. Her footwear was actually the jawbone of some slain monsters, the long fangs acted as high heels and the rest was strapped to the bottom of her feet with black ribbon. Her petite hands were hidden under sleeves several times too big for her, but are tipped with claw-like purple polished nails, and eight rings each with a different precious stone. Her raven hair framed her torso, reaching her naval in length, tied and weighted in the front around two large bird skulls. Her skin was like porcelain and her lips a vibrant red, her eyes are a dull glowing pink- a side effect of mana exposure. Her breasts nearly matched her head in size, and her collar was stretched low enough to display all of her long, supple cleavage. She wore an ornament made of bluejay feathers and tiny purple forget-me-nots in her hair. She wasn't at all intimidating on her own, but her weapon of choice was quite a sight. The Vehement Pathos was her staff, made of gnarled wood, veining into small branches at the very end that looked suspiciously like fingers of a hand. They cupped a human skull minus most of the lower jaw, and a few vertebrae fragments. Grotto came out of hiding and approached Pepper, though she was too busy watching the shifting ripples of the water for answers to notice him till he spoke. "Pepper! I have been meaning to speak with you again for a long time now." She looked at him a moment, clearly not recognising him at first but then grinned a bit. "Oh, Oswald, right? The stud! Finally come to take me up on my original offer?" She hefted her breasts with her free arm, and they threatened to escape their loose robe confines. Grotto had to be very careful about what he said. The last time he turned her down he ended up half horse. "No, but I wanted to apologise again- like I said before, I never meant to offend you, I am just not interested. I know you were mad before, but can you please take this curse off?" His voice had the slightest tremble in it. Pepper scoffed loudly, cracking the end of her staff down on the hard stone. "You dare turn me down a second time? A one-time fling with me, no strings attached, even faced with a curse as the alternative and you dare turn me down?!" "What does cursing me accomplish though?! It does nothing to benefit you, and simply not wanting to have sex hardly warrants a curse!" "Says you. But I am the one with the magic and you offend me, so." She was going to turn her back to him in a pouting manner but looked at him curiously. "You can't have sex with humans in your state, or even masterbate. After a year and a half of no relief, you haven't gone mad with lust? Oh lord, you've been banging horses, over me? I don't even know what to say to that." Grotto was going to speak out in his defense but Rosemary cut him off. "No, he banged me." Both Grotto and Pepper looked up in surprise, but Pepper was the first to speak up. "Wh- how would....never mind, I don't even want to know how you pulled that off." Pepper visibly shivered at the thought. "And why are you naked?!" Rose didn't bother grabbing clothes because she moved much faster as a wolf, and tracked Grotto all the way here by his scent. She now sat at the top of one of the stone pillars with her legs dangling off, and her elbows rested on her knees. She looked down to Grotto and could see the nervousness and relief both in his eyes, and smiled warmly at him with a gentle nod as if to tell him this would all work out. Rosemary shrugged at Pepper. "Weather was nice. You are sure one to question someone's modesty- you go asking strangers to fuck you and then throw a tantrum when they say no. You're like a perverted grade schooler with a magic wand." Afraid for Rose at the sight of Pepper's eyes flaring in rage, Grotto quickly cut in. "But- but you didn't do it for yourself did you, Pepper? Pepper looked at him in confusion a few moments, not sure if she should say anything, and momentarily forgetting her fury. "No. It was for Okra. I found her remains entwined in the bark of a tree." The skull and bone fragments lifted a few inches out of her staff as a ghostly woman's face appeared in a swirling blue mist that seethed from the cracks in the skull. "I have been dead over a hundred years...I only wanted to feel the pleasures of flesh once more. Pepper agreed to host my soul, but if she cannot get anyone to sleep with her..." Okra lowered her head. "Admittedly, she did go way overboard. Punishing you wasn't nessi-" "Quiet! Don't you encourage him. Witches are hunted by humans without discretion, they deserve all the punishment I can muster! 'Good' witches get walked all over." With a wicked grin Pepper stepped aside and motioned to a stallion reined up behind her. "See my horse Daniel? Odd name for a horse, no? Well I figured he might want to keep it to remind him he was once human. His was a prototype of the curse I gave you, Oswald. Rather than turn equine according to arousal level, he thought he was fine- he didn't believe my curse had done anything. The effect was minor at first and became stronger with each step. Every time he climaxed, he became more horse. Cumming did not give him as much satisfaction as before now though, and his curse affected him mentally as well as physical. A normal human would notice right away that something was wrong, but a dumb horse? Horses are sexy, muscular, and fast but they are by no stretch of the imagination a smart creature. He caught on when it really started to ramp up, he managed to convince a woman to fuck him with the candles blown out so she did not see the state he was in. She felt it though, when his dick doubled in size after he came, and remained hard. He though it affected masterbation only, but nope. Any orgasm at all. You see, his curse didn't do anything if he never came, but once something did happen, there was no way to undo it. In other words...he technically damned himself. He came back to me eventually, four hooves but not in a proper ungulate posture yet. He was smart enough to know he was in trouble and I could fix it, but too dumb to remember the details. So I helped him out a bit, gave him a handy and fixed his awkward problem- removed the straggling humanity. So you see, you got off easy. Though...to be fair, Daniel was a total dick about it too." Grotto sighed nervously. "Like I said, cursing me doesn't help anyone so why not just remove it?" Rosemary was much less patient and not at all afraid of the witch and her phantom friend. "Turn him back to normal already or you are going to have loads more trouble than he does." She jumped down to ground level as if to intimidate. Pepper spat on the ground at that, rolling up a sleeve momentarily. "That's it bitch!" Pepper threw a bolt of blue-white light across the gap between them and slammed it into Rose's chest. "I curse you to the form of a horse too! Like Oswald you will turn while aroused, but like Daniel yours shall be permanent, and your arousal will consume your mind! Be glad I didn't turn your gender too! I once turned a woman into a bull and she ended up fucking her own friend, ahaha!" Pepper cracked her staff against the ground and her, Okra, and Daniel vanished into a swirling vortex of mist. Rosemary looked herself over, and seen a few glowing blue runes on her torso slowly fading away into her. She looked at Grotto who was clearly much more upset than she was. "Whatever. I will make her turn us both back now. But where did she go? She vanished using magic so I can't track her scent. She smells of death." Rose cracked a smile. "...Oswald?" She was glancing at his slightly larger bulge- a result of her full display. "I am! I am seriously going to fuck her up when I find her again!" "She's gone back to her cabin outside of Anterra most likely- the worst possible place to encounter her." Rose immediately spun on her heels and started marching in the direction of Anterra. Grotto pleaded with her to stop, and failing that he managed to convince her to at least wait. It was late in the day now and the town was a good ways away, and the cabin still farther, they would have to make a quick camp and sleep before then. They started a small fire in a long field of lush green grass with the odd patches of tiny flowers. Grotto insisted she stay put and gave her his hoodie, before wandering off shirtless to see if he could find some food. Rose fidgeted with her fingers, practically swimming in the hoodie that was two times too big for her. She had no idea what he expected to find on his own, he wasn't fast enough and had no claws to hunt live prey and she didn't have much of a stomach for greens. Sure enough, he returned looking rather tired and depressed. He tossed a few more twigs on their small fire and sat on a small boulder partly sticking from the ground. It was dusk now and the sunlight burned out quickly behind the trees- even if he found berries he wouldn't be able to tell tasty from poisonous without light. Rose rolled in the grass near the fire, loving the feeling of the soft green grass on her bare legs and ass. She paused when her yes caught Grotto looking at her with a soft smile. He was trying to put his spirits where hers were but was unable to. She smiled at him warmly, the glow of the fire glinting off her pearly white teeth. She told him to trust her, that everything would work out. "But how do you know Rose? What do you see that I don't?" She looked a little bashful, but playfully got up and tip toed around the fire to him. "Logically? I don't." She thumped a fist onto her upper chest. "But in here I know. You are too timid, I have faced people like this Pepper before. Brute force is the only way you will win this." She placed a tiny hand gingerly onto his crotch and squeezed. Grotto grabbed her hand to pull it away. "We can't! If you get fully aroused, you will be trapped as a horse forever!" She raised her index in correction. "Till we force her to turn me back you mean. C'mon, you know you want to see me as a made just once." She turned her hip to show him a thigh. "Look, I am already a lot bigger." He could see the muscle pulsing and growing below her skin as her legs bulked up quickly. Her hips gave off soft pops as the bone expanded as well, and as a result of both combined her ass had doubled in size and was nowhere near done. He could see a fuzzy tailbone extend down quickly, and her vagina became puffier and bigger as well, taking full advantage of the roomier hips. Knowing her change was linked to her arousal made it even harder for Grotto to resist. Rose in turn watched the zipper on his jeans struggling to remained closed as the bulge in his pants threatened to destroy them.. They both changed, and the change caused the other to be more aroused and thus change more. Grotto sighed in defeat, he knew there was no way either of them were going to break the cycle at this point, and he didn't want to waste her last human moments trying to argue with her- knowing damn well she wouldn't budge on the subject. He was afraid for her and what would become of them with a third encounter with Pepper. He feared Pepper more than anything else, but as he looked at both the fire behind Rosemary, and the fire behind her eyes he knew one other thing- if he wasn't her lover, he would fear Rose even more. Grotto looked into the distance as he slipped his pants off over his own growing hips and bulking leg muscle. A nearly full moon was glowing brightly in the sky over the lights of Anterra visible in the distance, but no people or activity so no one likely to see them. As soon as he got his pants off, Rosemary shoved him onto his back and sat on him with her back to him and ground his shaft between his stomach and her already massive ass. Her form as a horse wasn't restricted by her size as a human, so the end size would likely be drastically different. Her legs reshaped and felt no different from turning wolf, except when it came to the hooves. Her toes continued to stretch and grow together to form into the hoof, and as she reached down curiously and cupped her hand over it. She could feel things through the hoof, but not the hoof itself. It was also triple the size of her fist. From behind Grotto watched and matched the growth moving up her torso to try and balance everything out, as her muscular smooth ass was monumentally huge. Her tails hair grew in quickly once the actual tail part was fully formed and she tickled his torso waving it back and forth. Her anus became puffy and black and her pussy became doubly so. Her clit seemed to grow first and became the size of a golf ball before her large black labia grew and swallowed it up. She got off Grotto soon after when she realized she might actually be a bigger horse than he is and crush him if she remained like that. The fire light reflected off a wet path her pussy took on his shaft while grinding. As she got up she removed her top so it didn't get ripped to shreds. Her hips had turned too much for her to walk upright, and she realised that a bit too late. She put her hands out instinctively but landed on her fingertips instead of her palms. As if triggered by the impact, rather than buckle her fingers bulked up tremendously, and in a matter of seconds she had her second set of hooves. Her modest breasts were swallowed up by her barreling chest and her nipples faded away, but dark flesh crept up her underbelly from her moist mound preparing to give her a new set of teats. She stomped her front hooves hard on the ground several times as the muscle bulked up and tightened, impressing herself with the sheer power of this form. She had been captivated by her own changes in the firelight and was caught off guard when she felt Grotto at her pleasure mound. He actually changed faster, partly because her sweet pussy was facing right at him and the smell was driving him wild. His last few changes set in as he pressed his big nose up against her black lips. Rose let out a half laugh, half whicker. Her last changes happened at relatively the same time, the crevice of her back deepened as back muscles fully expanded, her neck stretched pleasantly as both her mane and fur grew in. Her nose broadened and expanded dragging her face out longer and longer. It was hard to see past her own face but it was made easier when her pupils stretched horizontal. As a stallion Grotto was a shimmering black stud, well hung with a pink and black mottled shaft. His form was well defined and muscular with a shorter mane that was a bit bristly and a long glossy tail. His chin was broad and he had long feeler hairs on it, making him look more brutish, a worker horse- though not as bulky as one. Rosemary however was a big bigger than him, however slightly, and just as well muscled. Her fur like his, matched her hair color of cherry oak except for a few spots. The end of her face, all four ankles, her tail and a patch on her rump, and finally the tips of her ears were all snow white. Her face was more narrow than his, and her mane was many times longer- cascading down over one side of her long muscular neck. She also had long white fetlocks that covered her hooves. She shook her neck, feeling her mane dance along it as she neighed softly in approval of her stud. He had quickly switched from nuzzling her hot lips and breathing deeply her scent, to licking her inner folds and her huge clit that popped in and out involuntarily. Rose was used to being in control and guiding the flow of their romps, but she quickly realized her horse limbs were not much in the ways of maneuverability. She lifted and put either front hoof down, trying to get used to the fact she was a made, and all she had to do, or really could do was stand there and let him work. She backed up a bit, glancing over her shoulders at him, telling him to move past the foreplay. Normally she was all for the tender route, but the spell amped up her arousal levels so she had an itch that needed scratching. Grotto could easily read her eyes and nodded with a bit of a grunt. He took a step back, hopped his front legs a bit off the ground, took a half step forward, and then back again. Rosemary tilted her head in confusion and then let out a whicker that sounded almost like a chuckle. He didn't know how to get up! She was slightly taller than he was, he was afraid he couldn't jump up that far! It was also funny to see his stiff rod swinging around under him as he moved, needing a warm place to slide into but not quite there. She squat her lower half for him and he wasted no time charging onto her and mounting up. He got it in on the first stroke- he had practice with a wolf, which was like threading a needle compared to this. Rosemary went back to fully standing and he was able to hold on- she wasn't that much bigger. This was the first time in over a year he was able to fully thrust in, not only slamming his hips into her huge round bottom but feeling her moist tunnel swallow him right to his sheath. His thrusts were long and strong, and his large ebon balls slapped in between her huge cheeks. Rosemary was used to getting taken with a tool much too large for her so this was a bit lackluster in that sense, but the rippling muscles between their bodies and the power behind his thrusts was a new kind of pleasure, and the feeling of him covering her was wonderful. They both cried out sharply as they finished and Grotto quickly reverted to human form, causing him to slip awkwardly off her and stagger across the ground backwards before he regained his footing. He chuckled as he tried to regain his breath. "No fair, falling right after an intimate moment. Now I know how a baby giraffe feels, being born eight feet off the ground." He looked to her with a bit of saddened worry. "...you can't turn back though. I know you are still in there though, I can see it in your eyes." She nodded. "Well...I guess we better get some rest. Walk to Pepper's cabin tomorrow as soon as the sun rises. The longer this goes the more nervous I get." Rosemary made an agitated whiny and swung her head toward her back. "Huh? What...oh, you mean I should ride you? Well, it would be faster. My crotch will be sore as hell without a saddle, haha. Well, we will figure it out tomorrow." He pat her smooth, solid flank and she turned to give him a clumsy horse kiss. She laid down on her side by the fire and partially curled around Grotto as he laid against her, resting his head on her and went to sleep to the rhythm of her beating heart. The next day woke them with the warmth of the rising sun, and awoke the melodious harmony of tiny songbirds that liked these smaller more sparse trees. Rose shook herself awake, or tried to, before going down to the lake and dunking herself right in. She took a few deep gulps of water with her head completely under before coming back up onto the land. Grotto had to shield his eyes from beads of water as she shook herself off again- her long mane was able to whip water pretty hard. The short pelt of a horse didn't trap water that well so he was able to mount up soon after without getting his pants wet. He rode her with both legs off one side to save himself some cramps- it wasn't as though he needed to navigate her anywhere. She found her own way to Anterra as it was visible from their camp, and he gave her simple directions to the cabin beyond- where the forest thickened and became darker. The cabin wasn't noteworthy at all, and if Grotto didn't know where it was already they could have walked right past it and never known. Pepper immediately appeared in a burst of energy that remained in the air around her in tiny beads of light. She had sensed them and identified their spiritual power from inside. "So. Returned to me a third time. Ironic, you could have had sex with me in the first place and spent less time with me in the end. And it looks like this pretty horsy is your lover, hmm? How's it feel to be on all fours in front of me?" Pepper was going to pet her but pulled back quickly when Rosemary tried to bite her. Rose turned quickly and shot Grotto a look that told him to immediately get off her back. She stomped a hoof hard on the ground to intimidate Pepper, but the witch only laughed. "Oooh, an angry brood mare, I am sooo scared. Maybe I should convert your mind too while you are here. I don't think you realize the full extent of what I could do to a person." Rosemary quickly pounded her front legs, shaking the earth and lurching forward as if to charge causing Pepper to flinch. Without any hesitation though, Rose did charge right after her fakeout. Pepper dashed back, realising she was caught between the beast and her house. She rest the staff against the wall and quickly clapped her hands together. When Pepper pulled her hands apart a sword made of condensed ice formed and she held it out toward Rose, stopping her forward rush. "Stay back you psychopath or for my next trick I will turn you into a corpse!" Rosemary snorted at her and rushed forward again anyway. Almost fumbling the sword in surprise, Pepper swung and split Rose's throat wide open before falling back onto her own ass. "Y-you forced my hand! You damn idiot!" Her voice was shaking. Pepper's eyes went wide as she watched the muscle sinew stretch out and fuse back together, weaving a morbid tapestry inside the wound. The flesh slowly pulled back closed and the wound vanished entirely. Rose grinned down at her, and her flat horse teeth quickly became huge dagger points, and her smile widened. The flesh on the sides of the long face started to tear open to reveal the hundreds of razor sharp teeth went all the way back. Her skull reshaped becoming much more narrow and pointed toward the end and the base of her ears widened. Her mane and the fur on the back of her neck all the way back to her ass equalized, becoming longer and slightly bristly. Her front hooves cracked apart into three claw like segments that still formed a hoof when united. Rose snarled at Pepper, who actually lost control of her bladder at the sight of the nightmare Rosemary had become. The werewolf curse was already set and much stronger than any of Pepper's curses could ever hope to be, causing the two to overlap. She was a horse-sized wolf creature and clearly not too pleased by the witch. It didn't matter what Pepper did, the werewolf curse was unalterable and unbreakable by any living person, and it also meant Rose was virtually unkillabe. With a building pang of lust thanks to her newer curse, Rose decided to kill two birds with one stone. She turned her back to Pepper who was still frozen in fear and confusion, and sat on her. Pepper's head was slammed down hard against the ground and wedged up between the muscular still-horse butt and the shiny black vagina pressed right into her face, covering it completely. Rose knew she couldn't breath under there, the moist flesh made a good air tight seal. Rosemary held her position for many agonisingly long seconds threatening to suffocate the witch before letting up slightly. She dipped down to mash her puffy equine lips into Pepper's face twice more, till the little witch took the hint and started licking. Okra however also seen an opportunity. The phantasmal skull hovered silently before Rose who did not seem to mind it, so it spun and attached to her forehead. Rose's eyes started to glow red and her breath became visible in spite of the heat. The tips of her longer hairs started to glow blue and give off a ghostly blue mist that looked like whisps of blue fire. Rosemary was still in charge but Okra was now along for the ride, feeling sensations through Rosemary. When Pepper's efforts did not increase, Rose lowered her rump farther threatening her with suffocation. Pepper eventually managed to wedge her hands between her face and the huge vagina to get her fingers in there was well, gently tracing the clit. Even the air Pepper did manage to breath was hot and moist making it rather hard on her. The huge vagina finally started to quiver and Pepper rapidly wiggled two fingers over the clit alone till Rose climaxed and burst all over Pepper's face and chest, soaking the top of her robe that was already wet from the hip down. The skull fell away, once again dormant as Rosemary stood up and stepped away from the frazzled witch. Pepper sat up, gasping for air and wiping her face the best she could. She glared at the two for several moments before lifting a hand toward them. Grotto felt an odd shift deep inside, and watched as Rosemary's huge form seemed to melt into a colored mist leaving her a normal wolf, and then she voluntarily turned back to a human. Rose went to Grotto's side as he removed his hoodie to once again give to her to cover up, and she clung to his side. Grotto shook his head at Pepper. "I tried to settle this peacefully, you know I did. I just-" "Just go." She looked away from them, unable to look into their eyes. "Just go and never return." Doing her usual trick of snagging cloths off clotheslines in peoples yards, Rose got herself a bottom and Grotto a top and they settled into his favorite bar in Anterra. Rosemary took the lime off her drink to suck dry. "So, you should test it out, and make sure she actually removed the curse." He was staring rather intently into her eyes. "She did." Rose blushed a bit and took along sip from her drink, as if using the glass to hide behind. "So...what now? You are human and I am just a werewolf again. I guess you can finally go back to your old life, though, you should choose a new town, Anterra is too close to Pepper." Rosemary smiled timidly, putting her drink down but rolling it around on the table to watch the ice spin. "I am really happy for you. You should find a normal girl to be by you too, you deserve it." Oswald shook his head, placing one of his large hands on hers. "What are you talking about? You are the only one for me Rose. A real job isn't worth it if I am not working for you! You need to be there to fill that home I plan to buy!" Rose waved her fingers at him to settle down. "OK, ok romeo. I already knew you wouldn't leave me, I just needed to hear you say it." He reached over and mussed up her hair. "You knucklehead." And so Oswald and Rosemary moved into the far away town of Aeronea, ready to start fresh. Oswald felt like a new man, and was much more talkative and energetic now, as he pursued dreams he thought he had forever lost over a year ago. Only now, his dreams were brighter and stronger than ever, because now he had Rosemary at his side. He never would have gotten through his cursed period without her, and certainly never would have beaten Pepper without her! They were all the more a perfect couple, and it was more apparent now than ever, they would never be apart.

Venus Keep out. That’s what the sign said, but it did nothing to deter the slender hand that wrapped around the door’s handle, an ear pressed carefully against it, listening. Slowly the handle bent downwards, the faintest of clicks as the latch released and the hand pulled gently, letting the door swing open. Cold air billowed outward from the room like an apparition freed from a tomb. It was cold, and to her relief, it was quiet. She shivered despite the heavy coat she wore. The cold room lay open before her, empty of any other person. Units holding super-chilled vials stood around the room, carefully spaced as their small motors hummed faintly. The walls stood lined with shelves, each holding stacks of carefully labeled sample vials. Each marked with codes that she couldn’t fully decipher. “One of these, one of these.” She mumbled through chattering teeth as she scanned each batch, the cryptic numbers giving no clue as to which she was suppose to grab. Time wasn’t on her side though, she had only a few minutes until they would manage to restore the power, and then they’d catch her in the electronic security net like a mouse after a piece of cheese. She grabbed a nearby stack, removing the top two cases. The third case she flipped open revealing small shiny metal tops of vials that hung inside the case. Dozens lay there, each no bigger than some of the perfume sampler bottles she carried. Running her finger across the tops she selected two vials from near the center, and snapped the case closed. She then stacked the other two back on top. Hopefully it would take a couple days for anyone to notice the missing batches. She would be gone by then, or she planned. The only question was, had she gotten the right vials? She wouldn’t know. She flipped open the small case she’d brought with her, it held two small ice packs that she hoped were enough. Setting the vials into the small case, she knew she had limited time. Stuffing the ill-gotten vials into her coat pocket, she quickly fled the room, carefully closing the door behind her. Outside the hum of the machines faded away, leaving only an eerie silence around her as the latch clicked. Stepping carefully, she managed to get away from the corridor before the popping and beeping noises as the generators began to restore power to the systems. Lights began to flicker as security systems began their automatic reset routines. She just managed to clear the last security door as the electric locks snapped closed with a bang. Around her the regular lights flicked on. The facility was secure again. *** *** *** Breathing a small sigh of relief, she hoped the bosses never realized how deeply flawed their system was to a simple power outage. The battery back up only maintained the samples and the chillers, the main security needed the secondary generators. That small different, that little oversight, now paid dividends in the two small vials that sat in her coat pocket. The small weight was almost unnoticeable in her pocket, no bigger than a large cellphone it was her ticket to a new life. She was so close now; she could almost taste the success, but she knew the risks were enormous. They would fire, jail, and probably sue her if they caught her now. There was no excuse she could give that would save her. She walked down the hall; her coat now draped over one arm as she headed fro the front doors. She stopped a moment at a desk. “Margie, I’m getting a headache from all this flickering light. Do you mind if I take the rest of the afternoon off? Please?” Margie’s sagging jowls were set in a perpetual scowl. She peered over the desk at the young woman, her look reminding Erin of her fourth- grade teacher. Thankfully, Margie’s scowl was only skin deep, and the woman was a sweet as sugar to the staff. “Sure thing, honey, go right ahead.” Her deep southern drawl almost made Erin giggle. “Thanks Margie!” Erin waved. Careful not to run, she strolled towards the exit, and her car. No one had noticed her yet, not one alarm raised or question asked. She smiled, but not too much as the thought of months of planning working out perfectly. She tried to not shake, or look over her shoulder as she headed out under the cameras that lined the parking garage. Every noise made her want to jump, even the pop of the locks on her car as she pressed the fob. Ein slid into the car’s seat, taking a deep breath as she shut the door. Her coat, holding the precious cargo sat on the passenger’s seat. She grabbed the wheel and took several more breaths. “Calm down, deep breath.” She muttered to herself. She had to get off the campus before she could transfer the vials. The cameras were everywhere. The car sprang to life with the simple push of the starter, its quiet electric motor making almost no noise at all. She shifted smoothly into reverse, and then into drive as she wound her way out of the garage. She still counted on her luck, and with that luck no one would notice the thefts for a while. Long enough for her to be far away. One wave to Eugene at the gate and she was free. She stopped again in a nearby strip mall, one too poor to have good cameras posted. Fishing in her pocket she pulled out the small chiller case, and checked it. Still cold to the touch. Reaching under the front passenger seat she grabbed a small cooler, flat, sleek, and full of a canister of refrigerant. It felt icy cold, and condensation formed on it. She popped open the small case and transferred the vials, turning a knob inside to start the chilled fluid pumping around the vials. She hoped it was enough. Then, stuffing it back in the space under the seat, she turned back off down the highway. *** *** *** She looked at the clock. The time was right. She pulled a phone from her car door’s pocket where it had lain hidden. She booted it up, letting the lights flash a few times as she continued her drive, waiting for it to start up. It wasn’t hers, that lay turned off in her purse to hide her location. This was a burner. There was only one number stored it in, and it was pre-paid in cash to only have thirty minutes of talk time with a carrier that had come highly recommended from a friend who engaged in some shadier deals themselves. Finally ready, the phone beeped. She pulled off the highway at the rest stop, taking a minute to calm herself once more. Her slender finger pressed the dial button and she waited. “Do you have the items?” The husky voice came over the phone. “Yeah, I’ve got them.” She replied. A brief pause. “Regular place. One hour.” “Don’t forget my payment!” Erin snapped, but the line was already dead. Barely a minute used, but only twenty minutes remained on the phone. She turned it off and shoved it back in the hiding space, pulling the car back on to the freeway. An hour was enough time. She could make that. *** *** *** Cliché, she mused, as she pulled up to the appointed spot. A warehouse by the docks, on a stormy evening no less. Well, not really evening, since it was barely mid-afternoon, but the gray clouds and wind made it seem later than it was. Looking around though, she had to admit that this bank of old storage warehouses lay isolated and private. Only a lone security guard roamed the premises, and in this weather, he was staying in his little guard hut, not that he cared. She was very glad of her electric engine right now as it didn’t draw his attention when she slid by him in the dim light. He didn’t even look up when her headlights accidentally illuminated the small guardhouse where he sat. She could see him now playing on his phone, not the least bit concerned about her or anyone else on the property. The rendezvous spot was near the back of the buildings. The place was spooky in the quiet dim light. The distant sound of the ocean and the chill breeze from it made it far more dramatic than she felt she needed to be. Why couldn’t they have done this exchange at a coffee shop? She parked the car in a shadow not far from a building marked 17C, and waited. The time dragged by, and she constantly checked the time. Finally, a tap came at her window. She nervously opened the door and stepped out, the small cooler in nervous hand. “Have you got it?” His face was always hidden. He stood with the light behind him, his hoodie drawn up and a long-billed hat of disreputable appearance that sagged over his face enough to hide his features. A black man, neither tall nor short, with a beard that hung scruffily down over his collar. Hardly very remarkable. She probably wouldn’t know him on the street during broad daylight, let alone this miserable stormy half-light. “I do.” She shook slightly as she popped the cooler and pulled out the vials. “Do you have my money?” “You’ll get your payment when we confirm the swap.” His smooth baritone as flat as ever. “No, you pay me now!” Her voice sounded shrill to her own ears. She saw the muscles under his hoodie twitch. “Calm down girl. We want to check the goods. Make sure you didn’t give us a fake.” His voice remained quiet, but there was an undertone of menace in it. “I swear I didn’t.” She trembled. This was not going as well as she expected. “Well, we’ll see.” He motioned, almost imperceptibly. Erin tried to jump away as hands grasped her arms from behind. They pulled cruelly at her, holding her firmly in place as others descended upon her. One pair ripped away the cooler from her fingers, and another took her sight as a blindfold wrapped over her eyes. She tried to scream, but they muffled it by shoving a dirty piece of cloth in her mouth. She felt herself lifted from the ground, and carried by those powerful hands. It wasn’t far, but it was out of the storm. The clang of a metal door suggested she was now inside one of the warehouses. Her struggles only gained derision from the man. His calm voice ran cold. “Don’t struggle, we’re partners after all. You’ll only make things worse. We just want to check the goods.” She could hear him rummaging around in the cooler. The faint tinkle of the glass vials as they knocked against each other in his hands. “Two vials? Hmm. Now that’s interesting. We’re you planning another deal? Perhaps double crossing us? Or were you thinking something else? Perhaps this one is for yourself?” He said, his hand under her chin. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the heat from his breath, the touch of his hand. She tried to respond but the gag muffled any sound she made. “No matter. We will learn the truth.” He said quietly. Erin felt herself pushed down into a chair. Her body held there by the powerful grip on her upper arms. She squirmed, but couldn’t move from her seat. He was a bit farther now, his voice echoing in the cavernous room. “I’d stop struggling if I were you. It’ll only make this worse.” She did for a moment, but hands tugged at her shirt lifting it up. She wanted to move, but the sudden jab in her stomach made her go limp. She could feel the icy coldness spreading through her stomach. The realization dawned on her that they were injecting her with one of the vials. Her mind screamed, but the gag stayed in place. “Now, we wait.” His voice never changed, it stayed hard and cold. *** *** *** Erin found herself released from the hands, her body afire with the icy substance, so cold that it was burning through her. Slowly the icy changed to a real heat as the chemicals began to mutate her body, remodeling her form. The gag fell from her mouth, letting loose the first deep moan that rolled through her. She knew the basics from work, how the serum would change the person’s DNA, causing rapid cell growth and changes, but she never imagined she’d be the one feeling those effects. Her body shifted, her hips popping and shifting on the chair, spilling over the small seat, stretching the fabric of her dress to the limits. She grimaced as she felt her panties cut painfully into her new hips and thighs, but they soon gave way, tearing as the thickness became too much for them to handle. She whimpered slightly, afraid they’d need to cut the dress from her, but a pop and she heard the zipper snap, followed by a tearing sound as it too gave way to the expanding jiggling mass that her hips had become. Her breasts fared no better. She could feel them expanding too. Her back ached almost instantly as they doubled, then tripled in sized. The small strapless bra gave way, it’s hooks bending and snapping, leaving the fabric to float down to her waist, useless as her tits continued to expand, pushing her shirt even higher up her chest until it lay across her collarbone. The cool air made her aware of more, as her nipples responded. Her normally inverted nipples all but popped into the air, swelling, and expanding, turning hard as her breasts reached critical proportions. She could hear the chair creaking underneath her, but so far it held. She could feel pressure between her thighs too as parts of her grew to match the expanse of her body. She dared not think about what she might find if she moved her hand down there, but she could feel it. Her pretty, tiny, pussy was swelling. She could feel it getting moist, like the maw of a beast that craved cock. The thought flitting through her head. Her voice was raw from the moans and shrieks, feeling her body swimming in the chemicals, adding pounds of flesh to what many would consider all the right places, gaining inches were most would count it a good thing. She could feel her terror giving way to other feelings, ones she did not want right now. She could hear the men around her shifting. She was certain they were watching. But they said little, save an occasional ooh or ah as her bust spilled onto her lap. Only her contact said anything at all, a simple comment, lost in a humorless chuckle. “Ah, nice.” His attention on her changing shape. Erin barely registered his comment though. Her mind was starting to feel the effects of the chemicals now. She felt herself drawn into a mental fog, as her thoughts started to squirm and wiggle around in lewd ways. She needed something else, something catering to her new desires. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slight squirt of juices reach her thighs. The idea of money, even the idea of escape, lay subsumed by the wave of her new thoughts. Simple thoughts that made her want to wiggle her newly broad hips. She felt them shake the chair, their mass barely held by the seat as they now stretched twice, perhaps three times as wide as they had just minutes before. She could feel the plumpness of her backside, the jiggle that ran through it as she squirmed. All she wanted right now was the drop to the floor, and let her backside shake in front of these men. Her mind knew it would appeal to them; and that was what she wanted. To be lusted after, taken by any man that would have her right now. Sliding to the floor, she landed on her knees. Slowly she lowered herself down until her tits pressed against the cold concrete floor, the swollen tips sending electric feelings through her as they brushed the ground. Her skirt lay discarded, she yanked her destroyed panties from between her thighs and tossed them away. Raising her bubbly ass into the air, she shook it, feeling the whole thing jiggle as she arched her back against the giant mounds of her breasts. She craved stimulation, and she offered it. But there were no takers. Forcing herself back on to her heels she tried again, letting her hands wander over her breasts, feeling those huge nipples. Even blindfolded she could hear their shuffling about as she rocked her hips enticingly. She played with each taut nipple, her tongue stretching out offering pleasure with each sway of her gigantic breasts. Spreading her knees, she felt herself open, and her fingers began to descend. She felt the massive mons, her fingers sliding over its hairless expanse. The gap between her mighty thighs was gone, her small lips swollen to great size. No longer cute and small, but brutally obscene with long thick lips that spread easily with her hips, the folds parting as her fingers danced over their new fleshy dimensions. She could feel the slickness, the swell of her outer lips, the soft, stretchy dangle of her inner wings all coated with her juices. Her clit was throbbing. She started to rub, letting herself move in time with the motions. Soon one fingers, then another began to feel deeper into her cleft, finding her canal, driving home into her as her breaths became shorter, her moans more pronounced. At first it was just two fingers, but that wasn’t enough, soon it was a third, then a fourth. Finally, the whole of her hand slid into that mammoth hole, sliding in and out as she felt the jiggle of her thighs and the faint slap of her lips against her wrist. Her body ached for more, demanding attention for itself. So consumed by lust and need she barely realized the depth of her changes. All that mattered was sex, and if these men weren’t going to give it to her, then she would make herself cum. It didn’t take her long to let the orgasms shiver through her flesh. For a moment the fog over her mind listed, and she felt herself again, ashamed, and embarrassed, horrified by what she had become. *** *** *** The blindfold had slipped down, and she could see now, her contact leaning against a box barely seen in the dim light. She watched as he slowly raised his hands and clapped. “That was quite a show,” he said, his tone calm and collected. He was not one who could find themselves distracted easily. “I suppose that proves you gave us the good stuff. Pity I had to waste a half a vial proving it. Still, a deal it a deal.” She blinked. The chemicals in her mind were already sloshing again, and she was finding it hard to concentrate. The gag gone she squeaked out some vague attempt at a question, but the moaning had left her hoarse. She, herself, couldn’t even tell what she was trying to say. It could have been about the money. Perhaps it was about her body. Or, just as likely in her stew of a mind, it was probably just her asking for a ride on his cock. She wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t even sure she cared. Instead, she just knelt there, her hips swaying slightly as she felt her labia with an idle hand, the long lips nearly touching the ground. She wondered what that would feel like, she almost wanted to try it. The man didn’t bother responding to the unintelligible question. He didn’t even bother responding to anything further at all. Instead, he snapped his fingers and a briefcase was set in front of her by one of the looming dark figures that stood behind her. She glanced up long enough to see the huge muscled arm, wondering if it attached to something just as appealing, and maybe just as fulfilling. To her disappointment it withdrew without touching her. The men turned and left; the small cooler tucked under her contact’s arm. She listened to the retreat of their footsteps, the bang of the door. Frowning she tried to focus. The fog was still heavy on her mind, but it was gone enough for her to look about. Her clothes lay in tatters, her body now voluptuous beyond any human concept. From her narrow waist to the expanses of her bust and hips. She shivered. Grabbing the case she fiddled with the locks, finally getting them to open with a loud pair of clicks. The insides were full of crisp bills, one- hundred-dollar bills in nice neat packs. She snapped the locks closed and grabbed what remained of her clothing and followed the men out, her breasts bobbing and hips shaking with each step. *** *** *** Erin found herself back out in the storm, the rain pelting her and its cold winds sending shivers through her new flesh, both cold and pleasurable. She saw her car not far away, but she found herself unable to run with her new proportions. The design of her new body only allowed her to strut, and sexily at that. She couldn’t make anything faster than a brisk walk, and that still showed off all her new goods. She tossed the ruined clothes and suitcase into her backseat, and then tried to wedge herself into the front. This proved more problematic than she anticipated, and she had to move the seat back several times to make room for her breasts, and her hips barely fit in the vehicle now, pressed tightly between the door and the center console. Nor would the seatbelt fit properly, so she just gave up on it. Once seated she realized several things at once. First that her new mound was quite a bit larger than she realized. It swelled awkwardly under her, pressing hard into the seat cushion. Erin had to shift her legs farther apart, and rotate her hips to let it slide more between her legs, and that only with some generous tugging from her fingers. This put more of her bubbly ass under her. Secondly, that she was still dripping wet down there and had just left a snail trail across her nice seat. She wished she had enough foresight to have put her ruined skirt under her. Finally settled in place she started the engine, trying to figure out how to keep her hands on the wheel with her breasts forcing her arms to shift in oddly angles as she drove, not to mention the sensation of her nipples brushing the wheel as she turned it. Each time resulting in another little surge to her brain that told her she had a new purpose in life. The drive home in the storm was mercifully short, but not so short as she didn’t figure a way to finger herself a little more on the way. *** *** *** The mental fog was returning in force by the time she got home despite her ministrations in the car. Her body was in need. She ached. Her body was demanding that she find something to fill that need. She wondered if anyone would see her in the darkness of the weather. It was late evening now, dark. She parked in a spot she normally would have avoided, just because the light over it was out. All she grabbed was the briefcase and her purse as she wiggled her way out of the car. Twenty steps up she managed to get to her apartment door. No one had whistled, save the wind, and she hoped she could just make it. The rain had plastered her hair down, and she was shivering from the cold. She just barely managed to make it inside her small apartment, letting the briefcase and the purse fall to the side as she locked the door behind her. It was her last conscious act for a while as the fog fully enveloped her mind and she cared only for one thing. Erin gave way to her impulses now, her hips almost brushing the narrow walls of her hallway as she rushed for her bedroom. There she dug out her largest toy, something given to her as a gag gift by some of the girls in college. She’d never been able to fit it before, but now she slammed it home with abandon, letting her muscles squeeze down in the silicone. She panted as she slid it back and forth, letting her lips grip every inch of its length as her mind all but imploded under the pleasure that surged through her. She let herself go slack, feeling her body fall heavily to the bed, the dildo still driven deep inside her where her muscles continued to squeeze pleasantly as she drifted off to sleep. *** *** *** Erin awoke feeling a bit more sated, the toy now lying between her legs, pushed out some time during the night. The shroud that had encapsulated her mind, demanding sex, had released its grip a bit, but she still felt different, less sure. An urge to giggle surfaced. She wasn’t a giggler. The kitchen was her first stop, all the growth and masturbation had taken quite a bit out of her, and she was feeling parched. She downed a whole bottle of water, and then promptly refilled it for a second go round. She knew at the rate she was losing fluids she would need lots of water to keep up with her increased libido. The bathroom was her next stop. She needed to see for herself what they’d done to her. Her mind waffled between morbidly curious and terrified of what she was about to see. Erin already knew the feel. The sway of her new hips with each movement, the bounce of her new breasts. She opened the door and stepped in front of the mirror. The mirror wouldn’t lie to her, and her mind just stood boggling at the shape she now wore. No longer was she the delicate waifish woman she had been. Her hard edges smoothed and rounded into curves that would be an understatement to call generous, save for a waist that made her look waspish between the melon sized breasts and the doorway filling hips. Her booty curved out too, pleasantly rounded into a fine bubble that bounced. She wondered how it would look if she twerked, a part of her wanted to. A part of her that was growing stronger ever moment as her libido returned in force. Already her nipples were firming up, their masses as big around as an old bottle cap. They stood out, each one longer than her thumb. Her dark areola swirling around them the size of a saucer. The biggest change was to the space between her legs. Her once tiny mound, barely a slit on her petite frame, now stretched and bloated. She could see the cleft, inches deep now, the lips stretching well down against her thighs, only split by the tip of her clit and the mass of her delicate inner labial wings that poked through the heavy folds. Erin lifted one leg up onto the tub’s edge, feeling the mass shift and slide against each other, already slick and ready. Tentatively she reached down, pulling the lips apart, revealing the long spread of her inner labia as it framed her hole, the sensuous frills stretching easily with her gentle tugs. She could feel herself spasming with just the simple touches, her clit bouncing slightly as it readied for another round. She knew she was ready, and her body was hoping for an encore of the previous night’s escapades. Perhaps more. She knew she’d give in, but for the moment she marveled at the sensuous body, wondering how she would adapt to it. All it wanted was sex, and to be lusted after. She wouldn’t be able to do desk work, not around men. She’d be in the broom closet in a heart beat sucking them off and demanding to have her holes filed with their cocks. Her fingers played a little more with those long folds, soft as velvet and as sensitive as anything she’d ever felt. She couldn’t bring herself to hate them, or even that her body was no longer the one she knew. The changes felt too good, and she had to resist the urge to play with herself more, at least long enough to turn the water on. But that resistance faded as her new body came under the spray. Her need to be clean overshadowed. Soon the cleanliness gave way to dirty thoughts and her fingers roving all over her body under the pulsing spray. Her mind consumed again by the desire to feel pleasure. *** *** *** She called out to work again. It was the third day in a row now. Not ten minutes later a call came, firing her for no-shows without cause. Erin didn’t care. Her body demanded attention all the time, and there was no way she could go back to the office with these changes. That’d give away the heist, and she’d go to jail. Her mind, of course, now ran dirty thoughts about what fun she might have in jail, but frowned when she realized there’d be no good deep dicking. Leaving here was the only option, and soon. She had to find somewhere better, somewhere that could accommodate her new needs. She sent out a few orders to some online retailers to find some clothes that fit, though she fretted that no pants ever would again. Then again, she thought, why did she need pants? Skirts, that’s what she wanted. Easy access. Several of her orders were for new toys to sate her constant need, including several dildos bigger than any she’d ever had before. She giggled with each purchase. Her mind quickly becoming vapid, empty space as sex and pleasure became the only things that mattered to her. Well, not the only things. She cared how she looked, because sex was easier to get if she looked good. The weeks passed, and she slowly lost the fight to the fog that consumed her mind each day. The rare minutes she wasn’t feeling enshrouded by the fogs she still had problems processing things that used to come with ease before, her mind just not as sharp as it had been. Her body just demanded too much, and it was as if it were slowly starving her brain. She struggled to figure out what to do with this body. She didn’t want to be a prostitute, but it was all but made for the job. She even licked her lips at the idea of regular servicing. But no, she wasn’t there yet. So, what else? A stripper? She’d never last, keeping her hands off the patrons, certainly not during lap dances. Besides, she was different now, and her enormous assets were certainly beyond the norm of any stripper she’d ever seen. Finally, she looked up a ranch in Nevada. She called the owner and made a pitch. He was intrigued. Two weeks later she found herself driving across the nation, with everything she dared take with her stuffed in the vehicle. She left a lot behind, including her name. It didn’t fit her anymore. *** *** *** The beat pounded through the room. Her hips swaying magnificently to each rhythm. She hardly noticed the sway anymore; it was so much a part of her now. Falling into her vamp routine was second nature too, her brain overwhelmed by the rising lust that blurred out all other thoughts. Licking her lips, she studied her prey. Nicely endowed, he might even make her evening worth it. She spied the condom already on his cock as it came to hard attention at her approach. Good, she didn’t need to put it on him. She reveled in her new position, a special attraction. Some men just wanted to have a go at a woman who could take any cock, others were just curious. A few just loved to bury themselves in her massive mound, some cuddling it, others spending their time trying to eat their way to her honey. She enjoyed all of it. Anything that satisfied the unsatiable monster that was her needs for a little while. This one seemed to be up for a few rounds as she slid onto the bed, her hips flaring as she straddled over his aroused cock. Her massive lips dangled down around it now, artfully painted as she’d taken to drawing designs on them between session with body paint. She smiled at his eager expression. Moving her hips back and forth she let the tips of her lips dangle down, brushing the tip of his cock, making it twinge and jump in anticipation. She didn’t need any lube. She just wanted a moment of tease before she let him have her. A giggle escaped her lips, their dark red paint split in a welcoming smile as she offered one of her mammoth breasts to his lips. He took it with gusto, pulling the whole of her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and suckling. She shivered in pleasure. Lowering herself down she felt herself gobble up everything he offered as she pressed his manhood deep into her folds. Yes, he had a nice endowment, but she could have wished for more. But for now? It was enough, and soon her moans echoed over the music. Outside in the parlor the manager of the ranch carefully doled out his ladies of the night to his customers. His latest, the woman who went only by the name of Venus, was now his star attraction. He smiled as he pocketed the large sums that her skills brought in, a line of customers already forming for her unique skills.

(MtF BE, Udder, Multibreast) So, Alex knew he was in hot water with his girlfriend Laura, but it wasn't like he did it on purpose. He had been caught looking at bustier women a few times and scolded for it. How was he not going to look when there was large boobs bouncing around in his field of view? Its like calling someone's name and then getting upset that they turned around in responce. And maybe she knew he was into hyper sizes, and breast expansion so she was a little self conscious of her own timid size to begin with. The last thing Alex remembered was Laura commenting frusteratedly at a woman's rack on a movie, saying he must really like her character because she was so huge. Well... Alex has seen huge. Room filling, house-crushing... those sizes did not exist in reality. He immediately pointed out with a chuckle the woman was not 'huge' she was just 'big'. That was the last thing he remembers because Laura responded either with punching his lights out or putting him under some sort of spell. Or both. Alex recognised one of her magic tricks once he woke up and wandered their apartment a bit trying to figure out where she was. The front door leads to utter darkness and all the mirrors in the house reflected a towel that had been put over them. Laura did not go anywhere- she shoved Alex into a mirror's reflection and then quickly covered it. Untill the mirror was uncovered again, the reflection would remain the same and Alex would still be trapped. It was actually a type of time magic- because the only way to do it was to cover the mirror before the reflection changed at all, which required the person to freeze time for a moment. Laura normally tossed herself into a mirror as her 'quiet place'. Alex figured it out as soon as his thoughts pulled themselves together enough for him to realise the entire apartment was backwards- what was normally on the left was on the right, because it was a reflection. He was naked too for some reason, and his closet and drawers were empty so he could not get re-dressed. He called to her but unless she was using magic to eavesdrop on him she wouldn't hear a thing. The next thing he noticed was all the paper, photos and stick-its on the fridge were replaced with identical ones only now showing a note left for him by Laura instead of what they were supposed to be of in reality. She said that he would be trapped in here for a while- she was going to find a man and let him see into this realm. The idea was she was going to ask the man what he found attractive, what his wildest desires were and Alex would transform accordingly. Alex grumbled at the message. Wait, a guy? She was going to show some random dude Alex trapped naked in his own apartment? That... left a lot of questions. First of all, why a guy? Alex would have to assume a gay guy because that made no sense otherwise. Secondly, what was this supposed to prove? Maybe he was just reading too much into this. Maybe she was just pissed and trying to mess with him for revenge. Alex went to the laundry hamper thinking he had outsmarted her, but all his clothes were missing from the laundry too. Was the stranger she was getting already watching? Alex had no way of knowing and felt sort of stupid trying to cover his own junk with his hand in his own empty apartment. She might not be able to find someone to play along, and then Alex would just be scrambling around for no reason. One thing he did note- the clothing had not been removed- only HIS clothing. Laura's clothes were still present in the reflection. After a while he shrugged it off and decided to take a shower- at least his nudity made sense in the shower. As he washed himself he noticed his skin felt oddly taught, and smooth. It was harder to notice because of the water pulling it flat but his hair was also a bit longer. He would check his reflection but they were all covered- from the opposite side. When he dried himself off after he also noticed his face was oddly smooth. His stubble should be growing in by now, but it was completely gone; his face smooth as if he had just shaved. Laura went to bed early usually, so once it was later at night, Alex knew he was safe from watching eyes because she would have gone to sleep. He felt a bit horny from the whole situation really. He was trapped in his apartment for now so there was not a whole lot to do, and also the thought of Laura trying to punish him was a bit sexy. Worrying, but sexy. When he sat on their bed and grabbed his erection though he furrowed his brows a bit, wondering if his hands had gotten bigger- or if his penis shrank. It seemed smaller, even though it was fully erect. Alex grunted and just told himself to not be paranoid. He could just be psyching himself out overthinking everything. Laura might not actually do anything to him other than keep him trapped in here for a while. As horny and bored as he was though, he found it hard to get off. His oddly softer hands felt great on his shaft and he was plenty aroused but for some reason his dick retained a bit of a bend to it- never becoming as erect as it could be, and while his pleasure levels rose as he beat his meat- they seemed to cap out before he was able to climax. In his lust he managed to remember that Laura's stuff still existed in the reflection and rolled over to her side of the bed and found her dildo under it. As soon as the dildo was in him he started to moan louder and rock in pleasure, angling the bend of the silicon member so it slid in and out a bit as he rocked. He was so absorbed in pleasure he did not notice when his penis shrank a bit more and the dildo felt like it was throbbing bigger in him! Actually though, the dildo remained the same size- his entire body shrank a bit. As he finally cried out in climax his voice raised in pitch, and after he almost immediately fell asleep with the dildo still in him! Alex's dreams were feverishly sexual and started with Laura dominating him with a strap on. As the dreams continued though the concept of a strap-on was lost and Laura had an actual cock. In his dream he was so addicted to the taste of Laura's dick he did not even notice he had grabbed the dick of another man who showed up out of no where. Then his dreams continued to progress to a room filled with naked men and Alex getting pounded every which way. When he woke up back in the reflection it was suddenly. His brain was an explosion of colors- he had orgasmed himself awake. He spit out the dildo he had in his mouth, confused. Once the tremors of orgasm settled down he also noticed he had two other dildos in him! That was one more than he should have holes to fill! He quickly looked down trying to find his dick but it was nowhere to be seen! "What the f- AH! My voice!" His voice was... hot as hell. The honeyed voice of a hot woman. "She turned me into a woman?!" Alex hopped up, letting the dildos fall out of her as she scrambled to a mirror, then grumbled and banged her head against it when she remembered they did not work. She plopped down on the floor and tried to scrunch herself up as best she could, trying to get a look at her own changed genitals but she could only see the clit and its hood over her plush pubic mound. Her nipples were a bit rosey and plump too, but she had no breasts yet. Shaking her head, she noted her hair was to her lower back now. Alex felt all over her body, examining the changes with feel since she could not with sight. Her butt was round and taught, a nice bubble butt. Her skin was so very smooth and bouncy! "Fuck..." She bit her lip, lowering her voice as she talked to herself. "I know this is supposed to be a punishment but I am super hot right now." Blushing brightly she let out a few forced moans and reached around the soft rubbery curve of her labia to penetrate herself with her fingers, moaning louder and more authentically. Being in a woman's body meant her own body turned her on now, even the sound of her own moans. Her heart rate jumped up at the thought that someone could be watching her right now- and it almost felt like there was. She was already so far in though, and it felt too good to just stop now! Her increased heart rate only seemed to amplify the tingling pleasure. Alex's legs trembled and weakened at the pleasure, struggling to keep her up. She gasped at the tightening of several spots on her lower gut as she became able to actually see them as pink bumps- like large bug bites. Alex did not have long to think about it though before her legs bent out either way and she slunk down onto her butt and climaxed. Her new grown pussy was so tight it cut the circulation to her fingertips before she was able to pull them free. Face and ears beat red she quickly scrambled over to Laura's dresser and stole an outfit to cover herself with. She was surprised how comfortable skirts were, and also liked the feel of the tube socks. Looking down at herself she twirled around in women's clothes and smiled at how good she looked. She also noted there was some jiggle in her chest, but refrained from checking because she really felt like someone was watching. On the up side, she looked like a woman so whoever seen her right now would not know who she was unless Laura deliberately told them. She went over to the fridge about to get something to eat but her body turned to go for the tap instead. She wanted to feel cool water on her titties! Wait, why? Her eyes widened when she realised her actions are part of her appearance! As long as the guy Laura chose continues to watch, he can influence all of Alex's actions! But unless Laura created a psychic link, he could not hear any sounds Alex made, so Alex had no way to communicate to him that he did not volunteer for this! This wasn't a kinky choose-your-own-adventure sex show! Alex couldn't help but want to poor a glass of cold water on herself, squealing at the coldness as it soaked her fresh clothes. Her nipples immediately went rock hard in response but in more places than they should have. The pink bumps that formed before she got dressed! She had a feeling what those might be, but now that they stiffened and grew she knew immediately they were teats! Alex bent forward, holding herself as a pleasurable warmth surged down through her body and then a pressure appeared on her upper crotch as her forming teats twitched under the wet cloth. She quickly thrust her hips out and yanked her shirt up a bit to see and sure enough the skin was starting to get puffy and blush pink. New nerves and mammaries formed inside causing the entire area to glow with pleasure. Her clit stiffened and her labia swelled a bit and started to drool from the pleasure returning. Alex forgot about that- women do not really have a refractory period, they can orgasm as many times in a row as their body can take. Her breasts started to jiggle more with each twitch of pleasure her body gave off and wobbled slightly from the movement of their own growth as they got progressively fatter, making it harder to see what was happening in her crotch over them. As the mammary glands formed, milk ducts started to reach out like roots toward the surface, causing the teats to grow bigger and fatter in preparation. The gentle blushing hill started to rise into four conjoined mounds as the glands fully formed, creating chambers for each of the four teats. Alex moaned and squirmed, leaning heavily back on the island counter in the kitchen for support as she reached down to pull her skirt down- it was cutting into the bottom of the forming udder. Alex seen a braif glint of light and glanced up but only seen the metallic sheen of the knobs on the cupboard doors. That was it! The point of reference- the person watching him was currently watching from the perspective of those knobs- they are a reflective surface. She realized with her hips thrust forward she was giving him a real nice view of her newly formed tits and slowly straightened back into a normal standing. It was hard to know when she actually had control of her body, because the other person's wants manifested as desires in her own thoughts, making it hard to tell whose thoughts they were. Alex's rigid nipples formed tents in her wet shirt, but the breasts under them seemed to stop at a relatively mild D cup- his attention likely having drifted down for the time being. Alex grinned weakly. A real life woman with a petite pink cow udder? This guy had good taste. Maybe it was Laura who would learn a lesson here; if the guy she chose also liked stuff like this she would see that it was normal for guys to like this sort of stuff and turn Alex back. "Mmmm... MMMM-!" She started moaning but her throat seemed to twitch on its own increasing her volume, which caused her to shut her mouth in surprised resistance. "Mmm..." She wobbled a bit, opening her mouth only breifly. "Muh! Muhm..." She was trying her best to resist but it was like trying to hold in a sneeze- once its far enough along nothing is going to stop it. "Muuhooooooo~!" Alex's brow twitched in irritation. What was the point of making her moo, he can't even hear her! Although she supposed it was pretty easy to read lips when all they are doing is mooing. As if queued up by the moo, her udder surged in pressure and started to expand in every angle! It was admittedly tiny compared to a cows, but appropriate size for a human torso! Alex bowed forward putting her hands by the sink so her udder could hang freely. If she stood upright, the weight tugging at the top of the udder was unpleasent, and the weight pooling at the bottom rubbed her pussy. Watching it carefully you could almost see the growth spilling from her torso into the udder itself as subtle waves of expansion. The extremely thick veins pulsed seperately since they formed a more complex network the growth had to find its way down in. The fat ones were milk veins, and trailed onto her torso slightly before vanishing under the surface. Alex's heart was tense with worry but the worry did not manifest consciously in his mind- all his mind was thinking was how fucking hot this was. Never mind the man controlling this behind the scenes- Alex wanted to see this too! She just wished she did not have to see it in first person. The udder swung heavily and pushed more in between her spread legs as well as rounding farther forward. The teats grew as well, becoming very fat cone-shaped teats that looked more at home on a goat udder than a cows. Alex seen the glint of reflection shift from the knobs to the sink faucet to get a closer look, but ignored her audience for now. She was too turned on by this giant bloated udder! She rubbed both hands over the taught rubbery skin, she could feel stiff chambers burried deep inside- full of milk. She had seen so many milking videos by now. She gently wrapped her fingers around her two top teats, rubbing the end of the udder at their base as if to usher the milk down, then tugged on the teats without squeezing to stretch open the passage for it to flow into, then from the base to tip squeezed gently, but pulled hard and produced two solid streams of sweet hot milk. It felt so good! Like scratching an itch you didn't even know you had, the relief of internal pressure from the milk and the warm flow passing through her fat heavy teats was orgasmic! Alex started milking herself so vigorously she almost looked like she was trying to jack off the giant teats. Her fists slapping onto the surface of the udder itself sending heavy ripples across its surface like someone slapping a waterbed. Her udder rocked, squishing the bottom curve over her pussy over and over, building an intense heat there. Leaning this far over though strained her back tremendously and she ended up falling forward using her shoulder against the counter to hold her up because her hands were occupied and refused to stop. She grunt a bit in frusteration as she kept banging into the bottom cupboard doors! Her udder was still growing, and was taking up most of the room between the island counter and the main counter. Several drops of sweat dropped from her face as she breathed heavily. "F-fffuck moo. So fucking hot...I... muh! I have to get to the couch or something" It was easier said than done. Alex straightened herself only with the help of both hands on the counter and shuffled her way out. Her legs had to be so far apart to fit her udder that she had to shimmy out from between counters sideways. Because of its low center of gravity only was Alex able to carry such a behemoth sphere of fat between her legs. Its weight was so immense that every step she took caused it to rock a little, which tugged her entire center of gravity back and forth. It was so heavy that if it somehow swung forward or back by too much, it would yank her entire body along with it. The struggle seemed to entice other changes though. Her hips popped loudly as she tried to walk to the couch, widening to allow the udder more room so her inner thighs were not perminently mashed into its sides. Her feet started to grow longer and her toes started to devolve, leaving two behind to turn into dew claws. Alex could tell what was happening from the sound alone without having to try and see around her udder. Her heavy footsteps went from thuds, to clunks, to clacks. Her cloven hooves clicked on the floor like a high heeled shoe, having worn holes through the bottom of her tube socks almost immediately with their hard edges- though the socks still remained on. They were cow in shape but not size- they were pretty small and dainty for a cow, and also were not granite in color but solid gold! Not at all practical for balancing, especially with this completely broken center of gravity, but chances are the man in charge of these changes was not going for functionality. She got to the couch but before she could shuffle her way over and onto it her udder surged powerfully. She mooed loudly as her udder pulled taught, and milk started to express itself automatically. Her udder pressed into her legs to hard it almost swallowed her limbs into its soft mass. The teats rubbed against the floor as Alex continued to moo and squirt milk, and then the udder itself brushed the floor. The floor by the couch was carpet so it felt good rubbing against her udder. Alex forgot herself for a moment and deliberately shifted her weight to press the udder into the floor and rub it. The udder quickly pushed back. It wobbled violently entirely from the momentum of its own expansion as it grew even bigger, the giant teats spreading out on the floor in four different directions the udder was so monolithic it lifted Alex off the ground! She was not carrying the udder, the udder was carrying her! It was far too wobbly to balance on though, so her torso flopped over immediately and she caught herself on the arm of the couch. Alex started to thrust against her udder, mashing her pussy against it as it bounced up and down from the motion. She wanted to mash her entire fist into her pussy but she was holding her torso up with her hands on the arm of the couch- while the udder held up her lower body. Now that her ass was elevated and presented on a pedistal of fat flesh her thighs started to thicken! Her skin developed black blotches like cow hide and her butt cheeks became huge and round as a thin tasseled tail grew out over her butt. Her tail started to lash around randomly as if trying to flag attention to her now huge ass. Though still pink, her anus projected out a bit into a soft ring like the bullseye on a target and her labia fattened up a bit as well. Her clit throbbed so hard it popped out of her thick large labia and then back in as it relaxed again. These were all more horse-like features- cows generally have boxy butts not huge and round. Alex was starting to get worried when her hands started to reshape with dull muffled cracks. Even when the guy stopped making a human fetish idol of her, she wouldn't be able to do anything without hands till Laura let her back out. She can't milk or finger herself even once her hands became free again if she no longer had hands. The black blotches advanced all the way up her body, but she never actually grew fur. Her hands compressed and the nails grew and advanced around to form cloven hooves, but her arms remained human, so they were not actually long enough to walk on all fours. Alex could guess easily enough- it was like a form of bondage; if she had hooves she couldn't use her hands to do anything, putting her further at the mercy of everyone else. It was still hot, and Alex couldn't fault the guy for his taste but... she was also a living person and needed to do things other than sex at some point! She had no idea how long Laura was planning to leave her like this! Alex tried her best to stop bouncing her winking clit off her udder and roll herself over its mass to get off her front hooves. Maybe if she got out of range of their sight this would be forced to stop for a while at least. Because this area is a reflection it can only be viewed through its reflection, or in this case- other reflections linked to it by magic. So if she found a place within the apartment that lacked reflective surfaces, they would be blind. Their point of view was currently the metal band holding the light fixture to the living room roof. As soon as she tried to shove off the couch and roll over her udder a explosion of pleasure from in her chest stunned her and she fell back onto the arm of the couch with her hooves hard. When her boobs yanked away from her chest from the impact they did not spring back into place. They had almost doubled their mass in only a moment and completely filled the shirt! The fabric was pulled so tight you could see the exact shape of her erect nipples jammed into the still moist fabric. The buttons were groaning. Her breaths became short and rapid because breathing too deeply jammed her nipples into the taxed fabric even harder and the feeling was too much. Her head itched a bit causing her face to scrunch up, since she was unable to scratch it. Her hair was getting longer, fast, and the color was also rapidly draining from it. The new length was a near-white platinum with two narrow streaks of pitch black. Her hair had been base brown, but even the length that already existed was fading to match the new colors. Alex always wanted super long hair, she hoped it got even longer. Or wait... is that something she wanted? She liked other women who had really long hair, that was it. It did make her look pretty too though. And she liked how it hid her face if she bowed forward. But not her eyes? Alex furrowed her brows trying to figure that out- it was really hard to think through all the pleasure but she was aware enough to know the hair shouldn't be able to avoid her eyes on its own. She could not see them, but when she shook her head she could feel the hair against them- there was two short spike-like horns jutting from her forehead now that incidentally parted her hair right over her eyes. She did not feel them grow at all because the skin where they grew drained of blood and sensation before the horns penetrated it. The fabric of her shirt was really irritating her now- there was a line right where her nipples jammed into it that was pulled so tight all the way around that it was cutting into her skin. She did not want to expose herself even more to her perverted audience but the shirt was leaving red marks on her skin from digging in so much. She pulled her shoulder blades back, thrust her chest out and took a deep breath. The button slammed into the couch so hard it bounced off, twanged off the TV screen and rolled to a stop back in the kitchen somewhere. The next button immediately followed, but jammed itself in the crack between couch cushons. The shirt was still stringling her but at least the pressure was more spread out now that there was an opening. Her nipples wedged themselves out the opening, yanking on either edge of it as if actively trying to rip it wider on their own. Alex could stand to be rid of her skirt too. As comfortable as skirts were, her ass and massive hips hiked the waist up in the back, which caused it to dig into the underside of her udder considerably. And considering her udder was between her legs, you can only imagine the odd shape that skirt was currently having to bend in to be on at all. "Muh... moooo. I am so fucking hot. Muh- if I actually had a wooorking mirror I would be trying to french kiss my reflectiooon. Uuuh... how much longer? Too good... my brain is going to fry, moooo~" She tried to thrust herself off the couch again but again she was hit with an explosion of pleasure and growth as two more shirt buttons fired off like bullets in two different directions! There was only two buttons left and they were the bottom ones. Her breasts popped out of the shirt completely and just flopped over the buttons that remained in place. She already tossed herself back when it happened though, and her flinching from the pleasure caused her to rock around on top of her udder, nearly falling sideways. She managed to awkwardly twist in a half turn and then fell off the back curve of her udder. Her big round butt slammed into the wall behind her and stuck there! Her huge hips were wedged between wall and udder- her hooves still could not reach the ground and now she had nothing to push off of! She could practically hear her skin groan as her breasts stretched larger so fast, getting nearly twice the size of her head each- well over any cup size she was aware of. The skin blushed bright pink nearly matching the pastel pink of her udder. She mooed in desperation but the sound of her honeyed womanly voice mooing turned herself on even more and the pleasure grew even more intense! Her breasts started to lift on their own! Oh no, she was growing another set of breasts below her current ones! She already couldn't see any of her body past her giant tits as it was. The second set had to lift the first one in order to grow, which was causing them to completely eclipse her view of anything other than her own lush tits. She was getting sweaty now to so the surface of her giant mams was getting shiny with moisture. Her hair was so long it was pooling on the ground now, which was insulating her, but Alex was already throwing off heat from her lust and the warmth of growth. She bowed her head to press her face into her own cleavage just in time to feel it press out and wedge itself further in! The bridge of her nose started to lift out and grow a bit longer! Her nostrils became very large and bright pink, and the pink coloration advanced down to take her lips as well. There was a slight cleft in her upper lip though, and the bridge of her nose came to a triangular end, making her face look like a mix of both cow and goat features overlayed on an otherwise human head. Alex's eyes rolled in her head as her large nostrils drank in her own musk as she wobbled around on her own fat tits. There was already so much pleasure pulsing in her torso at any one time it was nearly impossible to figure out just where each jolt came from, so it took her longer than you would think to realise she was getting even more. Her breasts were being forced even farther up! She was growing another set! The second set was still slowing to a stop and a third was already starting to wedge itself between the upper curve of her udder and the bottom curve of her second set of breasts! She could feel her ears getting big and long too... donkey ears maybe? They grew even longer and started to fold over. Large eared cow? They folded completely on themselves and still they grew larger and longer. Lop-eared rabbit... which also meant.... yep. Alex felt around with her tongue and sure enough her front teeth were growing large. Girls with slightly bucked teeth were adorable. The only sounds to escape her mouth now were breathy 'muh's, because she could not even get enough of her breath back to give a full moo. Her mind absolutely spun trying to comprehend what she must look like. So many hot features on one person, it was too much! Her back started to get forced to arch backward a bit to give her breasts enough room. She literally could not bend forward at all- her breasts were all firmly pressed into one another, stacked up ontop of her udder which held her up off the ground! She moaned and her brain started to overload in pleasure, her thoughts degrading to flashes of color as bursts of pleasure went off. Her spine buckled and she was forced even farther back as her breasts started to shuffle around on their own. She was growing more breasts, but they did not have the room to fit symmetically and were now just growing into whatever free space she still had on her torso- but breasts are round, so just because they have space at the base to grow doesn't mean they actually fit. The expanding fat felt like it was trying to rip her body apart, crushing into one another for room that did not exist. Her clothing tore the rest of the way off as her skin groaned and pulled shiny and smooth from pressure. Alex completely blacked out from pleasure overload- her nervous system actually could not parse the information overload. She woke up a bit later, still feeling exhausted. She tried to move but could barely squirm. It felt like she was completely enveloped in fat bloated tit flesh. But because it grew from her own body she could not pull away from it, she was trapped. She moaned so loud it was almost a desperate scream as Laura put a hand on one of her side-breasts and used it as a grip to push her entire body down onto its own fat and then watch her bounce back up like a spring on the rubbery spheres. "See? What you like is completely impractical. You look at that fetish stuff so much that it has warped your standards. Your expectations are obsurd." Alex tried to speak but her face was resting in a wall of cleavage so her voice was far too muffled to hear. Laura held up a magic pendant and popped out the middle ring which had a metal rod through it. She held it up beside Alex so she could actually see it from the corner of her eye past her tits. The pendant actually worked like a portable sundial when used outside. "The guy who was watching you? You. I told the past you that for a sexy surprise I got one of my girlfriends to volunteer to be his ultimate fetish for a day. So, he watched you through my magic looking glass and just listed off all the things he thought would be sexy, getting progressively more wild as he seen the magic could keep up with him. So, you literally did this to yourself. And now? Well, I don't much care. This is what YOU wanted technically so I guess I will leave you to it." Laura went to lift the seal off the reflection. "Oh... but, I will let you out of this reflection of course. I promised the past you a romp with... whatever the fuck you think you are now. The only catch is... you might be contageous. You see, the spell is tailored to be on you, but there is two instances of you in the same time period- the spell can't tell which is which, so as soon as he comes into contact with you, he will start to turn into you as well. And then I will take that instance of you and place him in a reflection to present to another past you. So you will keep doing this to yourself forever. I hope you enjoy all this, because you'll be seeing it over, and over, and over." She slapped the side of Alex's tit hard, leaving a red imprint as her body wobbled violently. She tried to yell to Laura to stop this but remembered she couldn't say anything through all the fat wedged in her face. She had no way of warning her past self, she could only moan and moo into her own tits.

Sealed with a Kiss Trina looked over herself last time, assuring that her mask was in place, that not a hint of skin showed through her bodysuit, and that all her little charms were set, secure, and arranged so that they wouldn't catch the light. Her trips into the magic shop in town, after hours, had only made tonight's theft easier. Charms of invisibility and silence were worn upon her fingers and around her wrist; even the rattling of the small metal shapes upon the bracelets was made utterly silent by the spells. They would only last for an hour, but that was all the time the thief needed to sneak in, grab a few wands, and get out. The old witch kept her charms in the shop, but the source of their power was in one of the many energy-filled wands she had in her possession. Just a tap would be enough to grant the charms another hour of use, and the old hag had dozens of them. She was always losing them; leaving them behind in the store or having them fall out of her pockets. But try as she might, Trina found herself unable to get ahold of one. It was like the hag was having her luck balance the theft of a few trinkets from her shop. Trina wasn't greedy, not when it came to magic. Oh sure, she made enough from thieving on her trips up and down the river in the more bustling towns of the realm. No one would think to look for a great looter of bloated nobles living as a barmaid in some small town like this. Most of the proceeds from what she stole were invested in properties and businesses, giving her some small, but continuous, returns. Once she'd managed to acquire a wand to power her trinkets, Trina would go on a grand pilfering spree, using her ill-gotten gains to start a trading company. Then she could sit back, relax, and hang up the bar cloth once and for all. She'd shift to a new cover ID and enjoy the benefits of her burglary for once. The door latch opened easily with a quick application of her picks. The old witch would long since have put out the lights and retired to her bedroom at the back of the cabin. She kept a few wands just inside the door, on the table. It would take all of a minute to be in and out. The field of silence filled a sphere for several feet around Trina's body, assuring that the hinges didn't creak as she opened the door and crept inside. Upon the coffee table were a number of wands, most of them carved wood slipped within an etched metal sleeve and sealed with molten glass over the long end, the magic keeping the wood from charring. Trina chuckled silently as she reached out, grabbing a half dozen. She turned, only to find the door slamming shut, and in-front of her exit stood a young woman. No... not young. Her hair was heavily grayed and her eyes shown with experience and age, but her skin was absolutely flawless. "So, you're the naughty girl who has been snatching things from my store." The witch said, seemingly more amused than anything. She made a small motion with her hand and Trina found herself paralyzed, unable to move. With a second motion, all the stolen jewelry fell to the floor. The witch drew closer, removing Trina's mask and unfastening the band that held her chestnut hair in place. She ran her fingers through it, combing it out into a semblance of order. "My, quite the beauty you are." The witch almost purred. Trina found herself almost trying to lean into the caress as her captor stroked her cheek. "I've lived for centuries beyond my normal life span, little girl," the witch said, "And in that time I've learned many secrets, and grown constantly in power. To think that you could turn that power against me, so foolish. And to think that I was merely a doddering old hag..." She chuckled and turned away from Trina, beckoning her onward. The thief found her body moving without her consent, following the sorceress to the back of the cabin. But rather than turning at the end of the hallway and stepping into the bedroom, the witch kept walking, striding right through the mirror hung at the end as if it were merely another doorway. Trina winced as she approached, unable to stop herself, expecting some sort of horrible sensations as she stepped through, but she was almost disappointed to find the transition like stepping through a cool curtain of mist. "Welcome to my proper home, little thief." The witch said, gesturing around her. It was essentially a mirror of the cabin, but beyond the hallway with the mirror, it was quite different. The witch lead her into the mirror-cabin's entryway, the furniture grander and more comfortable looking than the lumpy-cushioned chairs she had seen. The walls were lined with cabinets and shelves, books and bottles everywhere. "Now just have a seat, my girl, and we'll tend to the business of your punishment, hmm?" The witch laughed, not a mad cackle as Trina expected, but a pleasant, good humored chuckle that Trina would expect from a jolly faerie queen who just told a wonderful joke. The sorceress hummed to herself as she mixed oils, powers, and herbs together in a single bottle, pouring in a strong-smelling alcohol. The mixture turned a shade of red-brown and began to pour off a thick blue smoke that smelled oddly like orange blossoms. The witch laughed again as she approached Trina, the girl's mind working furiously as to what fate would await her. Was she going to be turned into a frog? That was the usual thing witches did to people. Trina most certainly did not want to spend her days hopping around ponds and eating bugs. If she hadn't been enchanted into motionlessness Trina would've yelped and jumped out of the chair as the witch sat in her lap. It was rather strange; her captor was more... friendly than fearsome. She even threw an arm around Trina's neck and shoulders seeming to almost... snuggle with her. It felt... kind of good. "Now, there's no need to be afraid. This won't hurt at all, it will feel rather strange for a little bit, but then the worst of it is over." she said with a smile, and Trina found herself smiling a little bit as well. The witch shifted the potion from one hand to the other, and Trina found herself opening her mouth, trying to take it in. Maybe if she cooperated, things wouldn't be so bad. But instead the witch moved it away and laughed. "Silly girl, that's not for you!" she playfully scolded, "It's for me!" In two quick gulps the potion vanished down the enchantress' throat. She gave a contented sigh and exhaled a thick plume of cerulean smoke from her nostrils, "Mmm... haven't had one of these since my reign of terror a good six hundred years ago." She said with a laugh. Trina found the witch's hand upon her cheek, "But I shouldn't be too out of practice." She purred, leaning forward, lips parting. The thief hadn't really noticed the way the witch looked before. All she could think of were the eyes and her grey hair. It was all anyone ever seemed to notice. Hair the color of steel, eyes filled with the wonders of the world, dressed in black, and carried a cane wherever she went. And a witch to boot. So of course Trina's mind filled in the blanks, assuming her to be a weathered old crone. But she wasn't, the witch was in fact quite the stunning beauty. Her creamy skin was perfectly smooth and flawless, completely absent of blemish. Her lips were tinted an odd shade of silver-blue, the same hue tinting the lids of her eyes. Her figure was one to die for, one that would be the envy of any lady of the night. But what drew Trina's attention the most was the witch's bust. She wasn't sure how it had avoided her notice before. Like the rest of the sorceress, it seemed to be noticed, and yet filed away as something unimportant. The woman had bewitched those around her, preventing anyone from taking notice of the oddity. For nestled between the witch's breasts was a third. While generous by most standards, it was rather odd, somewhat smaller than the two around it. But somehow it drew Trina's attention in a way that the other two did not, she found herself wanting to lean forward, to press her lips against it. "A witch draws upon a force outside herself for power. Some draw upon the spirits of the land, others the faerie courts, some call upon the squamous things from outside the world." She said, chuckling and running her fingers through the thief's hair once more, "And others like me call upon the powers of demonic origin, and are marked by our patrons. Pentagrams on the palm, hooved feet, perhaps a spade-tipped tail for some. Though on occasion there are patrons who are a little more... inventive, or perverse. Those who draw upon the Court of Gerrig, for example. I couldn't imagine living in public after five hundred years under her." The witch drew Trina closer, the thief's head resting upon her generous triple bust. She could barely comprehend the words the enchantress spoke to her, so enthralled was she by the captivating beauty. "My patron, for example, has a sense of humor. Demons and devils usually aren't known for creativity. But those who were once mortal, however, tend to have a bit more personality to them. Supposedly on a human being any more than the two normal nipples means they were used to nurse demons. It became a mark of a demon, only because ignorant people thought it to be so." The witch smiled, tendrils of blue smoke floating between the gaps in her teeth. They seemed almost alive the way the moved in the air, not seeming to dissipate. Trina realized that something bad was about to happen, but as the witch placed both hands upon her cheeks, she couldn't bear the thought of moving away. "Time for you punishment now, little girl." The witch said softly, the smoke continuing to pour from her mouth as she leaned forward, her lips meeting Trina's. It was all the girl could do to prevent herself from climaxing on the spot. The witch's lips were so soft and perfect, her tongue seeming to know exactly what to do to drive Trina crazy with the sensation. She also felt that strange smoke slipping down her throat; it felt odd, cold, making some parts of her tingle, others feeling oddly numbed. It seemed to seize something deep within her, yanking it free, and then withdrawing. It was something important, but Trina found herself unable to care about its absence, nor about her captivity. The witch felt good against her, and that was all that mattered. The sorceress broke the kiss, a pleased grin upon her face, "Mmm... I can't believe I'd forgotten how good that felt." Trina found herself able to move once again, but much to her chagrin the witch stood, leaving Trina's lap behind. She could go after her, but it was too much effort. Trina was quite sure that she could amuse herself with only her hands. She closed her eyes and began removing her figure-hugging black suit, but that also seemed like too much trouble. She could easily fondle and caress herself through the slick, black fabric. "Now, my pet, I'm wondering if you're familiar with the Vodun Zombie. Not the rotting, shambling sort, but essentially a servant to a sorcerer of dark magic, a living being with little will of their own. And do you know why they have little will, my pet?" Trina cracked an eye and gave a dissatisfied grunt, not pleased that the witch had moved away from her, but was still talking to her. It would be much better if she came over to help with Trina's pleasure. "It's because they have no soul. I took yours with that kiss. I hope you don't mind?" Trina snorted and closed her eye again, concerned only with pressing against her hands, but her pleasure stubbornly refused to grow stronger. "I didn't think so. Now, if I left you like this, you'd be little more than a trained animal, driven entirely by baser instincts to eat, sleep, and fuck. But you would retain your higher intellect for when I told you to perform a task. You'd be my obedient little beast forever and ever. Would you like that?" the witch purred, running her fingers over Trina's cheek. The thief learned into it and moaned happily at the touch, words took too much effort to form. "But that would be a bit of trouble, you see. I can't keep your soul inside me for more than a week or so before I start to start siphoning off a little bit of its power to fuel my magic here and there. You wouldn't feel a thing, my dear, but in time there wouldn't be enough of it left to exist on its own. As I said, you'd be my obedient little beast forever and ever, in this world and the next." As long as the witch kept stroking her, Trina didn't think that sounded all that bad. It was a good idea, the witch doing all the thinking for her. So much easier to obey than to have ideas of her own. "As fun as that might be, I don't think eternal servitude is a fair price for snatching a few trinkets and then attempting to make off with one of my wands. You've taken quite an interest in the charms I make, so I think it only fair that for a time you help out with the task. Does that seem fair to you?" the witch asked, sitting back down upon Trina's lap, drawing a contented sigh from the enthralled thief. Trina wrapped her arms around her mistress, holding her tight, but gently, against her. Trina's sexual pleasure was forgotten with the prospect of having her mistress to cuddle. "Now, I will be keeping a piece of your soul with me. But you'll be getting a sliver of mine in return, along with a little something extra. You see, normally you cannot have one member of the same race bound to another as a familiar. Even though I long ago stopped being what almost anyone would qualify as human, I am still unable to shed my mortal birthright. If you were, perhaps, an elf it would be easier, a goblin even more so." The witch said, beginning to unbutton her long, simple, but still quite elegant, black dress. "But it is far easier to make an animal one's familiar, so to fill the void within your spirit, I will impart onto you the nature of a beast. I'm sure that you agree that such is only fair, is it not? A few minor alterations will come upon you once I restore your soul to its rightful place, but you're okay with that, are you not, my pet?" Trina nodded, kissing her mistress' neck. "I thought so." The witch said with a chuckle, "Now, my familiar, kiss your mistress." Trina did so, relishing the sensation of the witch's silver-blue lips against her own. She felt the cool wisps of smoke enter her mouth and throat once again, only this time they came with something wonderfully warm in their grasp. This time Trina was able to return the kiss, and did so hungrily, wanting... no needing more. She let out a whimper as her mistress' lips parted from her own. "And perhaps a little something to wash it down with?" the witch said with a chuckle, coaxing Trina's head down to her bared chest. Trina felt a blush rising in her, honored that her mistress would let her do something like this. Her tongue traced over her mistress' flawless, pale skin, seeking out the nipple of the central breast. It was the same silvery blue color as the witch's lips, making her look even more gorgeous and exotic. As Trina ran her tongue over her mistress' nipple, a wonderful sweet taste spread over her tongue. As her mistress wished, she began to drink. The milk was thicker than normal milk, more the consistency of honey, and just as sweet. It spread over her tongue and down her throat, the delicious flavor heavy and rich. It accompanied the warmth that spread within her, seeming to secure that warmth back in its proper place. And then Trina was suddenly herself again, and had no interest in serving the witch. It took her a fraction of a second to pour over all that had been told in her soulless stupor, and it terrified her to the core. The witch could easily reduce her to a perfectly obedient idiot seemingly any time she wanted. But that wasn't the worst of it, the worst was knowing that there was something else coming, the 'minor alterations' the witch spoke of. "I... I don't want to be your familiar." Trina said softly, backing slowly away from the sorceress. "Don't be silly, of course you do!" the witch said with a grin, her voice taking on a strange echoing tone. Trina shuddered, the words struck a chord down in her very soul. As soon as the witch spoke, the thief found that she actually had a bit of a curiosity building, wondering what it would be like to help her mistress with magic. She clenched her eyes closed and shook her head, "No, I don't! I don't!" she cried, trying to evict the unwelcome thoughts from her mind, but it was no use. "Why wouldn't you, my pet? After all, you just love serving me. Obeying my commands fills you with pleasure. Though you're reluctant to do so, after a few protests you'll give in. You know I love my pets to struggle, the more you resist me, the better it feels when you finally act upon my commands. Isn't that right?" the sorceress said with her spell-warped voice. Trina dropped to her knees, sobbing softly. She felt the burning embers of arousal that had not been so important once she'd had her soul returned suddenly burst into lustful flames. The witch clicked her tongue and spoke once more, her voice back to normal, "Yes, admit it to yourself, my girl. Until I feel that you've worked off your debt to me, you will be my familiar. Say it." "No!" Trina whispered, feeling a tremor of delight swim through her loins. "You know you want to. Now say it." "I... I'm not!" she protested, her loins not the only thing aflame, demanding attention. Now her nipples ached, longing to be toyed with. Trina found herself bucking her hips ever so slightly, her body getting off on the sensation of the seam of her pants against her sex. "It will only get worse as you resist, pet. But do keep it up; it will only make your reward all the sweeter." The witch said, buttoning up her dress. "But if you're a good girl, we can go for a walk. Likely you'll try and escape, but you're my familiar, you can't help but come back to me." Trina turned away, biting her tongue nearly hard enough to draw blood, trying to get rid of the thoughts and feelings that were not her own, placed in her heart and mind through wicked sorcery. "Just think of how terrible it will be, my pet, going for days without my touch. You'll longed to be petted, long to be caressed, your dreams will be filled with the touch of my lips against your own, my hands exploring your eager and willing body. You'll crave the touch of my skin, the softness of my bosom, and above all the sweet nectar that only I will provide you." Trina couldn't help it, she found herself licking her lips completely involuntarily. Her mouth watered at the thought of being able to suckle, to have more of the witch's wondrous milk... "I... I'm your familiar, mistress." She sobbed, her cry of despair turning into pleasured moans as the burning need upon her erogenous zones instead turned into pure supernatural stimulation. It did not make her climax, but somehow it felt just as satisfying. "There we are, that's a good girl." The witch cooed, "Now before we go on our walk, you're going to need to be properly dressed. Will you change for your mistress?" Trina opened her mouth, but no sounds came out, try as she might, she couldn't form the words of her consent. It was then she realized that the enchantress didn't mean her clothes, she had meant Trina's body. The effect was almost instantaneous. The black suit, already tight upon Trina's body grew tighter still. A swirling sensation of warmth and cold seemed to envelope her entire body, coaxing flesh and bone into a new configuration. Trina gritted her teeth and tried to fight the sensation, trying to stuff it into a dark recess in her mind and have it leave her alone. But her resistance only served to make the transformation go from mere feelings of temperature, to outright pleasure. It felt like hundreds of hands were stroking her skin, caressing her, massaging her muscles. She struggled against the mounting pleasure, losing her will to the witch was bad enough, but to lose who and what she was as well? She couldn't give up anymore of herself than she already had. The witch had taken a piece of her soul and a piece of her mind, now she sought to steal away a portion of Trina's humanity as well. In reply to her struggles the caresses intensified and the thief could feel herself being sculpted into a new shape. She found herself resisting now, not because it would to any good, but instead to make her transformation feel better and better. She let out a wordless cry of pleasure as she felt her breasts begin to swell, growing faster than the rest of her. While she had not been overly busty, Trina was quite contented with her bust. It was enough to show she was most certainly female, but they were not so large as to get in the way of her thievery. Or at least they had been. She added her own hands to the myriad magical ones playing over her body, massaging the growing orbs as the fabric of her suit stretched tighter and tighter. Oh they felt so good, the weight felt oddly comfortable upon her chest, the muscles in her back tensing to keep up with the building weight. But they too were growing larger, and stronger as well to balance the heft of her growing tits. She found herself looking increasingly like some sort of big city whore after a spendy trip to the spell-surgeon. But she couldn't help it; they just felt so... right. The bust of her suit was stretched incredibly tight. Trina could see the intricate detail of each of her large, wonderfully sensitive nipples. While it had been black, the porous fabric was now more of a grey as Trina's skin showed through. It was not merely upon her chest were the suit grew tighter, but completely in its entirety. It had pulled away from her wrists and ankles, now halfway up her forearms and shins. The top piece, with its riveted holes in the front with the drawstrings of the bottom slipped through, was tilted downward, exposing the lower portion of her back, thankfully allowing Trina's new tail to slip free without incident. Trina turned her head to see, but found that her hair was in the way. It was growing longer, thicker, extending rapidly all the way down her back. It was delightfully soft upon the bare skin of Trina's lower back, Unable to see, Trina instead reached back to explore the new appendage. At first she only found her plentiful mane of hair, but after a bit of prodding, she finally found something solid. Her tail was short, perhaps a foot long, but it was surrounded by more hair. She realized quite quickly that it was a horse's tail. Well... that would explain why she was growing. With a loud tearing sound, Trina's boots gave way. The join between shoe and sole tore open, unable to contain Trina's widening feet. She watched in fascination as her nail darkened, her toes growing oddly wider, then merging. It was like watching pieces of clay being molded together, and the sensation made Trina giggle. The black nails swallowed up the tips of the toes and began to grow larger still. Trina's ankles thickened as well, tearing her boots even further. From the looks of things, she was becoming some sort of draft horse, if her huge hooves were any indication. The bones of her legs began to pop, making them better suited for walking upon her hooves, rather than on flat feet. Similarly her gloves tore, index and middle fingers merging into a single mass, and then the ring and little fingers as well. Her thumbs grew larger and thicker to match the two black-capped digits. Trina tensed, waiting for her hands to become hooves as well, but they seemed content to stop where they were. Her ears tickled a bit and her face felt funny, but those sensations lasted only for a moment. Then it seemed that her suit could constrain her no more. It started with the drawstrings snapping, tearing along the seams of her pants below the knees. But then her top... disintegrated. Unable to contain her massive breasts and her powerful, well-muscled semi-equine body, the garment tore drastically, scraps flying all over the room. Her breast swung free, the cold air over her nipples making Trina gasp. She cried out as the warmth and cold left her, transforming into a sudden and intense pleasure. Trina let out a decidedly equine whinny as she climaxed, thrusting hard against nothing but air. The motion tore her pants straight up the seams, leaving Trina wearing only an exceptionally tight pair of cotton panties and the remains of her boots. She looked to her mistress, wondering if there was more to come. But the witch was not where she had been a few moments before. It seemed she had left the room. Trina took the opportunity to remove the scraps of her gloves and boots, standing upon her hooves for the first time. It felt... rather nice, actually. It seemed easier to balance and to control her footing. She took a few steps, letting out a soft little gasp at the feeling of her tight, powerful muscles. She still looked feminine, actually she looked even more feminine than she'd started as. There was a definite boost to her hourglass figure up top and on the bottom as well. As she took a few steps she found herself swaying her hips from side to side, her tail swishing as well as she walked. Trina felt... sexy. She liked the way her altered body felt, moving with both power and grace, seeming to almost radiate sexuality. She wasn't sure if it was her own desire, or if it was the witch's curse, forcing Trina to enjoy being the witch's familiar. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as what Trina had expected, the pony-girl had thought she was going to be turned into a cat or a toad or something, a full-on animal. Not essentially having two or three animal additions onto her normal, human body with a bit of a boost to a few things. The equine's self-admiration was cut off by a contented sigh as she felt her mistress' hands working over her skin. "Mmm... very nice." Trina's mistress said, delighted with the way her pet had turned out. "You're exactly what I wanted." Trina blushed, and even though she had nothing to do with it, she felt a sense of pride that her transformation had altered her into being what her mistress desired. She felt something encompass her midsection, and she looked down to see the witch fastening a girdle around Trina's belly. It started just below her waist, and stopped right below her breasts. It seemed to support them somehow, allowing Trina to walk, and possibly run, without discomfort. It was probably fitted with one of those spells adventuresses used so that they could wear the skimpiest of clothing and yet have it cling perfectly to their figure, despite going from scandalous to illegally indecent with a shift of a fraction of an inch. "Down." The witch said, and Trina found herself obeying, crouching down upon her hooves to allow her mistress to tie up her long chestnut hair into a thick ponytail high upon her head. "And open." Trina found herself opening her mouth before she could reason out why, and in and instant she found a bit in her mouth as the witch strapped a bridle around her familiar's head, quickly attaching reins. "You're going to be pulling my cart as I head to my shop this morning, pet." The witch said with a chuckle, "Second Moon's Day of the month, so you know that it's time for the trading bazaar. Even when we get there at seventh bell, the place will be swarming with people. All able to see your new, bountiful figure." Trina made a sound of protest, which was muffled by the bit. The witch was really going to lead her out into public, bare-breasted like this? She shuddered and felt a blush spreading across her skin. The shame of it, being made to walk nearly naked in front of... in front of nearly everybody she knew by name within the village. "Oh don't worry my pet, they'll see you, but they won't SEE you. They'll see a horse pulling the old witch's cart, and they'll also see a rather busty woman dressed in a most slattern manner at the same time. But they won't be able to tie them together. And you don't have to worry about being recognized, my spell extends to you. They see what you are, but they cannot see who you are." The witch said with a chuckle, giving Trina's rump a slap. "Ya! Out to the stable so I can hook you to the cart." Trina reluctantly put one hoof in front of the other, shuddering at the thought of the public humiliation she'd be made to endure, even though the town merchants and shoppers wouldn't see her as Trina the Innkeeper, but rather as a horse and a whore alike, unable to put a name to her face, it was still a horrible, terrible, humiliating thing to be thrust upon her. "Won't it be fun, pet?" the sorceress said, the strange inflection back in her voice, "Walking around naked in front of your friends, tits bouncing as you walk, nipples fully stiff and erect, swaying your sexy hips from side to side, just about climaxing from the sheer delight of being able to display yourself in public. And I bet you get off on that too, feeling sexual pleasure in public with everyone watching, and yet being able to get away with it. Sneaking around at night, unseen like you do. Deep down inside of you there's an exhibitionist slut that just loves to put on a show, to cum right in front of people, especially when they're unaware of it." Trina cried out as her body once more filled with burning, aching lust, a virtual bonfire within her loins. By the gods, she did not want to draw sexual pleasure from being seen naked, and she most definitely did not want to cum in public, climaxing in front of a virtual sea of people. "Oh sure, if I gave you the ability to voice it to me you'd deny it. It sickens you, disgusts you, fills your with humiliation and shame. But that only makes you love it more, makes you cum all the harder. You'll fight it, you'll never admit to yourself you like it, but you delight in the debauchery anyway. Just like you're shamed to admit you love doing the work of a proper horse, being ridden, pulling a cart or a plow. You've always wanted to be bound up and made to do pony-work. For you pulling a cart is just a few steps down from the best sex you've ever had in your life before you came here." Tears trickled from Trina's eyes, she tried to fight the words, but it... it was true. She'd always wanted to do something like this; it was her deepest, darkest sexual fantasy. But she'd never admit it, not even to her mistress. Somewhere within her mind Trina knew that it wasn't true, that the 'always' had begun a few moments before, but a decade's worth of fantasies filled her mind, just as real as her own memories. She found herself smiling as best she could, despite the bit, though she continued to cry. It was so shameful and wicked, such a terrible, sinful thing to want to do and delight in performing. But she loved doing it anyway. Trina felt so conflicted, knowing that she would love it, but shamed that she would be seen loving it. Having to obey her mistress just made it easier. It made her mistress the pervert, not her. Trina couldn't help but do what the witch wanted. As she was lead out to the stable by the reins, Trina seemed to almost completely have forgotten that the sexual thoughts that filled her mind were not her own. The witch's words were branded upon her very soul, and with each passing moment they felt more and more natural, becoming a part of her as much as anything else. She no longer fought and struggled because she didn't want to be the witch's familiar, oh no. Instead she fought because she knew it amused her mistress and because it didn't seem right for anyone to willingly want what was happening to her. Her motivations and thoughts were all a-tangle in her mind. She wasn't actually sure if she was willing, unwilling, or something in between. But one thing was perfectly clear. She loved being her mistress' familiar.

New Found Farmstead An old pickup truck rattled and clanked its way down a graveled road, the magnetic sign reading "New Haven County Health Authority" nearly obscured by the dust of the road, and barely hung on amidst the rust. Inside Amy Grant tried her best to avoid the bumps, divots, and ruts in the road. Even with her best effort she hit one, which made her partner, Gary Chalk, let out a groan of discomfort. Gary had started to have stomach trouble right after they had gotten into the office that morning. Likely it had come from something growing on the ancient grounds that were left in the coffee machine, which Gary had likely not changed since the turn of the millennium. Or so it seemed. Amy was more of a tea drinker, and left the stuff alone. "I don't think that things will be too hard without you, Gary. You can just stay in the truck if you like." Amy offered. Gary made an expression of mock horror, "With only a spotty AM radio to keep me company? No thanks. I'm sure they won't mind if I sit in the house. Probably a good idea in case I need to... you know..." he said with a bit of a blush. Amy smirked to herself. Men were such big babies when they were sick. Gary had already had to dash to the tiny bathroom in their only slightly larger office several times in the few hours they had been there. The gate leading to the Anders' farm was open in preparation for their arrival. Amy had called and set the time for their appointment to look the place over. She had talked to Casey, who was a relative and visited the farm to help out. Apparently they'd just acquired several new milk cows in the past week or two, and needed some help around the farm. Everyone else was quite busy, but Casey said she would be happy to show the two health inspectors around the farm. And that likely would be her standing out in front of the farmhouse. Driving the pickup in close, Amy sucked a breath in through her teeth at the sight of the statuesque beauty. Casey had to be a good six and a half feet tall. She was quite busty, with long honey-blonde hair that hung down past her waist. Casey raised a mittened hand and waved to the two inspectors. The truck came to a stop and Amy stepped out. "Amy, right?" the amazon said, offering a hand, which Amy shook, "I'm Casey, we talked on the phone?" All Amy could do was nod and look up at the woman who was more than a foot taller than herself. She finally managed to find her tongue and released Casey's hand, as she had been gripping it for far too long. It felt strange somehow. "Would it be okay if Gary waits inside? I think he's caught a bit of a bug and isn't feeling too great." Casey nodded and leaned down to the open door, "Feel free to go right inside, Gary." She said to the ailing health inspector. "Kei... Kate's inside making breakfast, so if you need anything, just ask her." Gary nodded rapidly and quickly darted from the truck's cabin into the front door. Apparently he'd suddenly had another attack of the runs. "Well, I suppose I ought to show you the milking facility. We've had some new equipment installed, and you'll probably want to have a first hand look at it." "Sure." Amy said, a bit tongue tied. She had never thought herself to be bisexual, but she couldn't help but stare at Casey's perfect body. She followed behind the statuesque beauty, in the perfect position to watch the sway of her hips beneath the long dress she wore. -o- Gary panted, doubled over as he made it into the house, and began immediately looking for the bathroom. Every bump and rut in the road had aggravated his condition, and now he needed to use the restroom quite badly. Though he didn't need to use it for what Amy thought he did. He walked with a slight forward lean, trying to hide the tent in his pants. Thankfully his coat was bulky enough that, while bent, made his hard on difficult to see. He had been overcome with insistent, powerful urges all morning. It was like going through high school all over again, only with the random erections and needful throbbing turned up to eleven. He took a turn and ended up in the kitchen, and suddenly his problem became a whole lot worse. One look at Casey had made his member ache with painful need, but this was so much worse, as there wasn't a thick winter coat concealing this figure. A black leather skirt clung tightly to a rump and hips, bent over in front of some cabinets, pulling a cast iron skillet from its place in storage. Below the skirt, Gary could see shiny black boots with exceptionally high heels and platform soles. The black-clad beauty stood, making Gary gasp softly. She was dressed in a matching leather top that clung to her buxom frame and left nothing to the imagination, as it was extremely short, short enough to reveal several inches of beautiful roundness, as well as show off the taut, athletic belly and back. Purest white skin over a six pack. He followed the curves upward, to find that his gaze was being returned by a pair of red-purple eyes framed with purple and blue eyeliner. Purple lips parted in a grin and her giggle made him almost blow his load right there. Her hair was pure black, cut to frame her face, and accentuate her ears, which seemed a little longer than normal, with pointed tips, giving her a sort of elven look. "Gary, from the health office," he said, a pained look on his face, "Sorry to ask, but I really need to use the rest room." He said, face red as a beet. She giggled again and pointed to a nearby door way, "Though there." She said, her voice like honey. "Thanks." Gary said, and began to make his way to the doorway. His progress was stopped by a purple nailed hand pressed against his crotch, and purple lips, inches from his own. "But I think I can help you with your problem in a way that will bring us both enjoyment." She virtually purred, pushing Gary back against the counter, her hands finding the zipper to his pants. The poor, sexually frustrated man couldn't gather the willpower to resist, and all thoughts of such vanished the moment his member was sandwiched between thick-nippled, but otherwise perfect snow-white breasts. -o- Meanwhile Amy was being lead through the cow barn, and out into a new building. It seemed almost like a hotel or an apartment complex. From the outside it had simple looked like an extension of the barn, but on the inside it was quite different. Amy blushed softly as Casey guided her in with a hand on the small of her back. The tall woman directed her to the closest of many identical doors. "We've set up a demonstration just for you." Casey explained, stepping behind Amy as she opened the door and stepped in. Amy's eyes widened at what she saw, her hand covered her mouth as she gasped at the sight before her. There were two chairs, one was empty, but the other was occupied. Padded leather cuffs secured the wrists and ankles of a... woman to the chair, while the familiar milking cups were attached to the nipples of her breasts, all four breasts. The cuffs forced her legs apart, two large, metal dildos attached to some sort of support structure where shoved into her pussy and rump, a set of leather cuffs had been placed around the woman's huge, thick, throbbing member, tightening and loosening in sequence. Amy didn't quite understand what she was seeing. Not only did the woman in front of her have a two foot long, blunt tipped cock, and four beach-ball sized breasts, but she also had white and black spotted fur, small horns, a muzzle, a tail, hooved feet, and three fingered hands. She moaned, panted, and writhed in her chair. She bucked her hips and thrust against the air. "Wha... what is this?" Amy asked, horrified, confused, and more than a little aroused. Casey chuckled and placed a now mittenless hand on Amy's shoulder, a hand with two thick fingers and a thumb, the last joint hard and black. "It's how our dairy works now." Casey said, turning Amy around to face her, "Allow me to give you a more hands on demonstration." Amy tried to struggle, but all resistance went out of her as Casey's lips met her own. Amy moaned softly, her tongue exploring the big girl's mouth. Her saliva tasted strangely sweet. Casey pulled away, making Amy whimper, as she craved more. The farmhand spun Amy around and gave her a light shove. Amy stumbled forward, catching herself instinctively on whatever was nearby. Her hands gripped the thighs of the cowgirl and her stomach brushed against the bound girl's member. The cowgirl cried out and climaxed, a thick, sticky explosion coating Amy's face and breasts in cum. A portion of it landed on her tongue, and Amy couldn't help herself. She gulped it down, the sweet taste in her mouth so delicious. Before she could fathom what she was doing, she had her mouth impossibly wrapped around the thick, flat head of the cowgirl's cock, not wanting a drop of precious, tasty seed to go to waste. -o- Gary panted for air as Kate finally released his cock, it was like she had been trying to coax every single drop she could from his member. Somehow despite the large size of her breasts, Gary's cock had been able to reach fully between them, and still have several inches to spare to slip into her mouth. He blinked and stared at his erection for a moment. "Would you like some cocoa?" the gothic beauty offered. "Y-yeah, that sounds nice." Gary said, feeling a little light headed. He put out his hand, holding it to the side of his cock, comparing the size. It had grown several inches in the past few hours. A warm mug was pressed into his hand, and Gary found himself gulping it down, the tastes of sweet chocolate and even sweeter milk spreading over his tongue. The cocoa's warmth seemed to spread throughout his entire body and his need returned. Kate pulled off her skirt, the sight of what was underneath made Gary gasp. She had a cock. An eighteen inch, bright pink, blunt tipped member. It was thick and protruded from a sheath of skin. Horse-like, or maybe cow-like. Kate put a leg up on the counter, her tall frame and large boots allowing her to straddle Gary's cock. She drew in a breath as he entered her cunny. Kate was a hermaphrodite. The thought of it tickled somewhere in the back of Gary's mind. But conscious thought was out of the question as Kate's inner walls gripped and pleasured him like he had never thought possible. He found his hands moving out of instinct, wrapping around Kate's bovine shaft. Definitely bovine, she'd taken off her headband, exposing two small horns. "You're so lucky," the cowgirl panted, "I'd love to have the gifts you'll be given. But we need at least one of us who can pass for human." Gary just moaned in response, shivering as Kate's cock leaked thick, warm precum onto his chest and belly. Kate tore Gary's shirt away and began to rub the slick fluid over his skin. "Just relax, this is going to feel incredible." Wherever the precum touched, the skin beneath it grew incredibly sensitive, making Kate's touch even more pleasurable, erotic, almost orgasmic in nature. The muscles beneath began to feel almost like a liquid, his skin like rubber. Gary's ability to flee had long since vanished, so he only watched as Kate's hands traced over his form. Where her hands went, his skin lightened the tan from spending a large amount of time outdoors faded instantly beneath the cowgirl's touch as her juices soaked into his skin. After caressing every portion of his upper body, Kate began retracing their path, the pleasure increasing to an almost painful intensity. Beneath Kate's touch, Gary's body reshaped itself. She started with his hands, moving up the arms. Gary's fingers grew longer, thinner, more feminine, the nails lengthening for a brief moment before they began to merge. He watched in fascination, pulling his hands away from Kate's cock for a few moments. Gary's thumbs were growing, the nail turning a deep shade of purple, growing, expanding, taking over the first joint of each digit. He watched a thin web of skin connect his index and middle fingers, and another between the ring and little fingers. The web grew thicker, gaining muscle, pulling the fingers together, the bones blending, making two fingers out of what were once four. The change spread over Gary's arms, the muscle and bone shifting into a thinner configuration. Kate's hands traced over his shoulders, moving upward to take Gary's cheeks in a gentle grip, running through his hair, back down over his neck and back, circling back over the shoulders, down to the chest, where they remained. Gary moaned with delight as the pace of transformation increased, the sound that escape his throat soft and high pitched, his body quickly changing from that of a weathered man to a soft, sexy, sensual woman. Gary shivered as his hair began to grow, the soft strands tickling his bare white skin. It grew down to his thin shoulders, down his back, down onto his chest. Gary yelped as white hot pleasure streaked through him as Kate pinched his nipples. She pulled back on them gently, the flesh around them seeming to come with. A pair of breasts slowly formed, as large, round, and shapely as Kate's own. She rolled the nipples around between her thumb and forefinger, making them grow larger, thicker, longer. More like teats than actual nipples. As Gary's breasts grew, the change progressed downward without Kate's aid. A soft, pudgy belly narrowed and tightened into taut, fit muscle, the hips and rump grew larger, more curvaceous, the rest of the leg and foot following suit inside Gary's pants and shoes. Shoes that began to feel uncomfortably tight. Kate's sex seemed to tighten around Gary's member, but he soon realized it was because his cock was growing. His growing balls pressed against the pre soaked skin of Kate's thighs. She was beginning to pant and moan, as close to climax as Gary was becoming. The cowgirl's hands released Gary's nipples and gripped two new places, right on the edge of his ribcage. The delight that had coursed through him as his breasts had begun to grow before returned, with the added sensation that he felt as he sandwiched his plentiful tits over Kate's member, wanting to return the favor from earlier. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd last. -o- Amy wasn't sure how much longer she would last. She gulped down the last drops of seed she could coax from the bound cowgirl. Her body felt strange, warm, incredibly aroused. She knew that she needed to get away, to flee before she was strapped down, fucked, and made into just another milk-filled cowgirl slut. The crotch of her pants was saturated with the juices of her arousal, her sex throbbed. It felt puffy, pained, needing to be rubbed, caressed, filled with hot, hard cowcock. Amy knew that in order to escape, she had to be able to think, to have the strength to keep from pawing at her self. She turned, ignoring the spikes of pleasure that went through her as the fabric of her jeans and panties rubbed against her sex. The sight she encountered made her freeze in her tracks. The sight of Casey, naked. The six and a half foot tall beauty had cast aside coat, mittens, shirt, and dress. A brown-black cock, even larger than that the cowgirl sported, stood at attention. She tapped a hoof on the floor of the milking room, her arms crossed over her large breasts, breasts tipped with thick, brown teats. She pulled her hair back, revealing long, pointed ears, halfway between that of a horse and a human. She stepped forward, her equine tail, long blonde strands of the same blonde hair, swishing from side to side as she walked. Amy made a fist to prevent herself from reaching out and running her fingers through that shimmering honey. It looked so soft. She wanted to feel it against her bare skin as Casey pounded into her with that massive cock. "You know what you want. Let me give it to you." Casey said, reaching up with a three fingered hoof-hand to stroke Amy's cheek. The human learned into the touch, but then stepped back. Casey took a step forward, and Amy backed up again. The horse-herm stepped forward once more, and Amy tried to step back, and found her self falling back into the other milking chair. Amy looked up at Casey with a mix of fear and desire. She tried to stand, only to be pushed back down. The equine's powerful hands locked around her wrists, pulling them to the chair's cuffs and quickly binding them in. Amy struggled in her bonds as Casey gripped her ankles, binding them as well, forcing her legs open. Her shirt and bra were torn away with one powerful tug from Casey. "Just let it happen." She whispered, leaning down, her lips meeting Amy's once again, her long hair falling and brushing against the bare skin of Amy's belly and breasts. Tears ran down the human's face as she stopped struggling, returning the sweet kiss. She wanted to get away so badly, but she also needed to fuck, and at that moment only one option looked like it was available to her. Then Casey grabbed her breasts, the three fingered caress sending a bolt of ecstasy though Amy. She bucked in the bonds, feeling warm, slick wetness gush from her as she climaxed. Just having her tits fondled had made Amy cum, and yet her arousal and need still lingering. She craved more. She moaned loudly and pressed against the horsegirl's hands. She could almost swear that she felt her breasts growing, inflating like balloons. "We've transformed the farm's entire stock into hermaphrodite cowgirls." Casey explained, "With the various configurations of breast size, number, and the possibility of an udder or not, we're trying to figure out the most efficient arrangement that gives the most milk for the least care and least inconvenience on the part of the milk cow." With Casey's statement Amy felt her nipples grow and swell, pushing outward, lengthening into thick teats. The hermie horse grinned and released Amy, reaching under the chair and pulling out two suction cups, sliding them over the human's nipples and attaching them. Amy could only watch in fascination, arousal, and ever-shrinking fear as she was milked. It felt so nice, so perfect, so erotic. She could see why the other cowgirl had been strapped down like this, Amy kept trying to press forward into the sweet sensation, and if she succeeded in moving too much, she'd knock the cups loose. Her sex burned with need, she needed Casey's cock inside her. She looked up at the horsegirl with a pleading look. Casey tore away Amy's pants and panties with ease, tossing the ruined clothes into a corner. The cool air blowing across Amy's puffy, swollen, aching netherlips made her body clench up in a pleasurable spasm as she climaxed again, but it did nothing to alleviate her lust. Casey rubbed the flat head of her equine member against Amy's sopping snatch, "Mmm... once this is inside, there's no going back. If we stop here, you'll be able to pass for human. But if even one drop of precum gets inside of you, there's no way you'll be able to leave the farm. You're going to be one of our milk girls forever." Tears ran down Amy's cheeks as her needful twat was teased, "Please, please fill me with your cock!" she pleaded. "Do you want to be a milk girl?" Casey asked with a grin. Amy lowered her eyes, shaking her head. "Then no cock for you." The herm horse chuckled, pulling her member away. "No!" Amy cried out in frustration, "Fuck me! Please I'll be a milk girl!" "Say you'll be my horny, slutty little milk girl." "I will! I'll be your horny, slutty, wet, dripping, cock-sucking, cum-hungry milk girl! Whatever you want! Please, just fill me up!" Amy begged. "As you wish." The horse whispered, slowly sliding her member into the newest addition to the dairy farm's production team. With the fat horsecock inside of her, Amy found her need dimming. It didn't hurt anymore, her lustful desire felt so good. If she could have moved, Amy would have hugged Casey to her tightly, wrapped her legs around the gorgeous herm's waist. She seemed perfectly content to fuck Amy with agonizing slowness. "More! Faster!" Amy whimpered. The horse grinned, bringing her hands to Amy's breasts, now the size of basketballs, giving the soft flesh a squeeze, helping to force the milk out. She began rubbing below them, a strange sensation flowing through Amy's body as it happened. She felt like a balloon filled with jelly, soft, mushy, and malleable. "More, you said." Casey laughed, molding a second pair of breasts right below the first. Amy stared at them once the horse removed her hands, no more than a handful at first, they quickly ballooned outward, quickly filling with milk. In almost no time they were mirrors of her original breasts. And just as quickly, her new teats were capped with the cups of the milking machine, drawing out the thick, sweet liquid as well as giving her such wonderful pleasure. Casey began to pick up her pace, her equine member leaking pre into Amy, accelerating her transformation. Up to this point Amy was just a busty, four breasted human. But that image was quickly shattered. Amy saw the skin of her feet turn dark, everything seeming to pull together into a large hoof, but she didn't recognize that it was something to fear or to resist. She simply moaned at the sweet sensations of pleasure that encompassed her body. The four points of pleasure from her breasts being milked, and the long spike of physical bliss between her legs, all wrapped in the warmth, comforting blanket of her transforming body. It seemed to spread upward from her new hooves; Amy's calves changed shape to match them, growing more muscular as well. It spread to her knees and hips, which also shifted to a more digigrade configuration, as well as becoming thicker, wider, stronger, meant to support more weight than Amy's human legs had. A narrow tail snaked from the base of the new cowgirl's spine, tipped with a tuft of honey-blonde hair. Her skin began to darken, taking the same tanned tone that Casey had. As the changes reached her hips, Amy felt a pleasure pressure build in her loins, suddenly erupting outward. She looked down at her new member and licked her lips. Two and a half feet long, four inches thick, dark brown, slick, and dripping with precum. She leaned her head forward, trying to lap at her new addition, but it was to no avail. Casey grabbed the slick organ and slid a larger, longer version of the milk cups over it. "The secret ingredient, it's what makes Anders Farms milk to tasty, and to the untransformed, so very addictive." Amy's head lolled back as the sensation of her new member turned her muscles to jelly. Casey continued to thrust into her, caressing the heavy balls that had grown in to accompany Amy's new manhood. The new cowgirl couldn't believe that she had been afraid of this, that she had wanted to run away and leave feelings this wonderful behind. She felt her body firming up, muscles growing. Her frame expanding to more easily carry the hefty weight of her milk-filled breasts, now the size of beach balls. Amy moaned in delight as she felt a ballooning sensation on her belly, and she watched through half-lidded eyes as a third pair of massive milk bags swelled to prominence on her torso. She pulled at her restraints, clenching three fingered hoof-hands, trying to pull them free, wanting to caress and massage her new additions. But the pleasure of them was soon taken care of by the addition of another pair of milkers. Amy gasped softly as she felt her face seemingly turn to liquid, reshaped by invisible hands into a blunt, boxy muzzle. She felt a pair of horns sprout from her temples, and her hair rapidly growing longer. Casey ran her fingers through it and grinned, "It's my own mark for the cowgirls I make." She explained, "Soft, sexy, and still quite human-like. You're perfect, Amy." The horsegirl leaned down, pushing the milkers to the side, her human lips meeting Amy's bovine muzzle. As their lips met, the two climaxed, and Amy's world turned white with pleasure. -o- Gary clung tightly to Kate as he felt the incredibly might of his climax wash over him. Kate had cum just a moment before, the tightness of her sex, the warm juices that leaked down onto his cock and balls, the thick streams of her seed that spattered his face and many massive breasts. He couldn't quite count all of them, his head felt strange, stuffy, it was very hard to think. He didn't even notice the fact that Kate's cum had begun to seep into his skin. The gothic cowgirl grinned and pulled herself off of Gary's member. She stroked his cheek gently and coaxed him down from the counter. Gary simply smiled at her and leaned into the touch. "Good girl." Kate whispered, planting a kiss on Gary's neck, "That's what you are now, a girl. I think I'll go with purple for you, so from now on your name is Viola." "Viola." The former Gary repeated, nodding. Kate knew what she was talking about, and it was kind of hard to remember some things, like her name and gender. So Viola she was. Viola gasped softly as that feeling of liquidity returned to her body. The new cowgirl felt like she was being blown up like a balloon. Her eight basketball sized breasts began to fill further with milk, lilac colored teats growing semi-erect with arousal. Her shoes had long since grown tight, but now they were uncomfortably so. She leaned down to remove them, but her breasts got in the way, smashing together, making streams of milk leak from her nipples, making Viola moan with pleasure. She went weak in the knees from the wonderful sensation and staggered to the kitchen table, leaning on it for support. It wasn't merely her milk-filled tits pressing together that caused the weakness in her knees. Popping sounds could be heard as Viola's legs reconfigured themselves into the proper bovine shape. She moaned with delight as the muscles in her legs swelled, growing stronger and thicker, making it so much easier for her to carry the hefty load of milk that she would bear from now on. The remainder of her clothing, pants, boxers, socks, shoes, exploded into shard of useless fabric and rubber as a second wave of change pulsed through Viola's legs, and her entire body. Her frame was filling out with solid slabs of bovine muscle, but she was also growing larger. It made sense, a milk cow like her ought to be big and hefty, the better to produce more milk. Viola mooed happily, her bestial member bobbing up and down, bumping the bottom of the table she leaned on. She couldn't help herself, she pressed against it, her teats rubbing against the smooth, polished surface. The movement made her member bump against the table, which made her buck her hips, which made her breasts rub against the table. The new cowgirl gripped the table with her purple tipped hoof-hands as she pleasured herself. She moaned with delight as Kate rubbed her back, coaxing the flesh and bone to continue their growth and transformation. She gave Viola's hair a gentle tug, making the blue-purple strands grow longer, soft, sleek, and shiny. She leaned down and whispered into Viola's elongating, white furred ear, "I've waited so long for this." Viola felt Kate grip her tail, the blunt head of her mistress' member pressing against her bottom. A strange thought crossed the new cowgirl's mind, that she was a girl, and yet she lacked the proper girl parts between the legs. A hard thrust brought an end to that train of thought, as pleasing Kate was far more pleasurable to Viola than having a pussy would. She moaned and giggled softly as she felt a tickle over her snow white skin. Blotches of a dark blue-purple appearing, marking her forever as a cowgirl. She mooed with absolute bliss as Kate pounded into her ass, her mistress' perfect, purple nailed hand wrapped around her thick member. She couldn't imagine how she had gotten so lucky to be one of Kate's cowgirls. -o- Hours later Amy finally relaxed in her bonds, finally feeling sexually satisfied. Her breasts were a little saggy, as they had been emptied of their sweet, precious milk. But she knew that they would soon regain their beautiful, perfect roundness. There was a soft sound of metal on metal and the cuffs that had Amy bound fell away from the machine. She sighed softly as she removed the milkers on her teats and cock with her new hoof-hands, placing them in the tub of water beneath the bondage chair to soak. She removed her cuffs and put them back where they belonged, sliding the notched pins into the hole, where they locked once again, ready for use by the next milk cow. Amy stretched, delighting in the sensations that her compact, powerful frame gave her. She drew in a deep breath. Even with all the weight on her chest it felt so easy. She felt like she could run forever without getting tired. The new cowgirl walked to the door and turned the knob, stepping out into the hall. Earlier in the day when she had viewed the hall as a small human, she had thought that the tall ceiling and wide walkway was a waste of space. But at her current eight foot height and a weight that approached a half ton, she was quite grateful for the space. The mirrors on the walls had been another thing she had been confused about, but she put them to good use as she walked, admiring her tanned frame. Her hair, now long and blonde, stirred softly as she walked, her tail doing the same. Though she had a cow's horns, she had a horse's tail. Back through a set of double doors she saw fellow transformed, horses with tool belts and harnesses, working on adding more rooms to the milking barn. She smiled at them and nodded her head, admiring their powerful and beautiful bodies. Amy finally arrived at her destination, the communal bedding area. It had only been two weeks since the farm had been converted, and perhaps a week since a construction firm from the next county over had been brought into the herd to create new housing and milking facilities for several dozen now sentient and bipedal bovines. The place was filled with blankets, pillows, mattresses, couches, recliners, whatever could be found or bought on the cheap. Amy's eyes wandered over the mix of bovine and equine anthros around her. Some where purely cow, some purely horse, several others were like her, a mix of features. Very few were somewhat human looking. Most had fur. Her eyes widened at the sight of a few of her herd, one of them was a sort of centaur. A blend of human and herd animal above the waist, but having the full four legged body below it. She blended the features of the largest species of both horse and cow into a powerful frame. Both her humanoid and bestial bellies were large and rounded, virtually engorged with pregnancy. Resting on her flank was a human woman, completely normal looking except for the fact that she had hooves rather than feet, and between her legs was the largest set of male genitals that Amy could see in the entire room. The length, fully erect, was four and a half foot in length. It made her feel a little embarrassed over her own two and a half foot length. She was capable of carrying around so much more than the human woman could. She stared at that big, sexy equine member all the time she spent walking to the section she knew was her own. Amy flopped down onto a number of mattresses laid side to side, snuggling up with her herd-mates, all as tanned and blonde with horse tails, all transformed by Casey. Her herd-sisters snuggled up against her, all smiling and having welcoming words, making Amy feel perfectly at home. She looked over to the next area and waved at Gary, now Viola. There wasn't anything that could identify the violet haired shemale as Amy's former partner, but somehow she recognized the beautiful creature he had become anyway. Tired after her transformation and hours of being milked, Amy closed her eyes and relaxed, happy and content with her new life as a milk cow for Anders Farms.

Damon punched the doorframe, avoiding the wall so he wouldn't have to plaster over a hole. His girlfriend Angela had been treating his friend poorly and acting weird for a while now. Finally confronting her about it tonight things exploded into a heated argument, and now Angela had left him. She was jealous of him and his lifelong friend! She accused him of cheating on her! Samantha had been his friend for as long as Damon could remember, they had always been and would always be just friends! Damon had enough of Angela's mistrust and jealousy, the very idea was infuriating! And now poor Sam was caught in the middle of this, and after it had been so long since she and Damon seen each other too. Damon turned around and nearly fell over backward when he seen the figure standing only inches in front of him! He heard no footsteps and the front door was still closed! The figure was invisible within the long aged grey hooded robes, and an albino cobra and tiny sea serpent writhed about on its shoulders. Its voice was deep and intimidatingly emotionless. "Problem my dear fellow?" "W-who the hell are you, and how did you get in here!?" He tried to grab at the man's collar but his hand caught nothing but thin air- he was literally just a cloak, there was nothing inside! "Who am I?" The cloaked figure started to circle around Damon without actually stepping- he drifted like a phantom. "No one. WHAT am I? Power. The power to change things as they are now in any way I see fit. Even a mortal could feel your malcontent from a block away, what troubles you so? Perhaps I can....help?" "Try making my girlfriend not freak out over nothing! We spent three years together and she just immediately drops all trust for me and runs off! Your what's behind all these weird magic events crap lately, right? Well give my girlfriend a sense of fucking trust. It will be your biggest magic trick." "...I avoid twisting peoples minds. What is done to the mind can rarely be undone. If you cannot mend the break though...there is always revenge." "Huh?" The figure shrugged. "If she is going to hate on you anyway, might as well give her a good reason to." ~Angela Angela sat at the end of the bar counter, the last stool before the hall with the bathrooms, and her back to the door out. She knew that hussy Samantha was trying to steal away her man, she seen the look in that woman's eyes, but Damon wouldn't listen to any of it. She was probably too late, why would he get so aggressively defensive so quickly about it? Sure it was Samantha that stole him from Angela, but it is ultimately Damon's choice- he chose to cheat and turn his back on her! She drank on occasion but tonight Angela was practically drowning herself in it. She wanted to get so smashed that when she wakes up again in a few days she has no memory of this night. The bartender took her empty glass before she could order another refill and leaned onto the counter a bit. "Don't worry gun, things will get better...eventually." "How would she...you know?! I don't have to put up with uhm...put up with this." She squirmed in the stool, it was a bit uncomfortable, like it was too small for her. While paying attention to that though she noticed she felt a breeze back there too! She looked down to see her ass crack visible over her pants and tried to pull them up, but had to stand a bit and really hike them to get them to fit right. These pants were relatively loose before, had she shrunk them in the laundry? She was going to talk to the barkeep again but yet again felt a breeze as someone pass behind her to go to the bathrooms! She looked down and this time her crack was showing, but it definitely wasn't because her pants were slipping- it was because they ran out of room! Not only was her rump bigger than it should have been, her hips were wider too! She could feel the skin expanding against the increasingly too small stool! Her muscles tightened in extended pulses, but stretched while they were at their tightest, making her legs quickly as toned as a professional runner, and then some! The barkeep polished a glass, nodding at her as he also observed over the counter. "Yea....Damon is doing that." Angela looked at him in surprise, her shock serving to sober her up a bit. "How do you know him? What's he doing?!" "Some asshole gave him access to magic powers aaand it seems like he is getting a little revenge. I believe he called you a horse's ass...so..." In spite of herself Angela grunted and was forced to bend forward and grab the counter. She wanted to stand completely but the muscles and even the bones in her legs seemed to be shifting and she doubted they could take her weight at the moment. Not to mention she was trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible, and luckily the music was thumping enough to drown out her muffled moans of distress. Her pants were forced lower and lower down the expanding curve of her massive ass cheeks, but they were not getting any fatter- they were expanding with muscle! She could see the thick muscle sinew squirm through her taught skin as it tightened and stretched at regular intervals. Her legs were stretching of their own accord and it felt like they were becoming much longer, but in reality were growing much slower than she felt. The distance between the front of her foot and her ankle was stretching out massively, but at the same time the distance between ankle and knee shrank a bit. Her thighs became absolutely massive and rock solid. Her thighs expanded to completion quicker than the rest and the tight muscle squeezed her pussy lips in her pants making her squirm. She stomped her feet several times on reflex, the feeling of the shock against her expanding muscles was slightly relieving. With so many strange internal feelings she needed to feel something external to remain anchored in reality. She didn't even notice her toes growing into one another in her shoes, and as her unified toenail expanded to take her weight it burst the ends of her shoes apart. She was wondering why this was a punishment though, so far this was nothing but pleasurable though odd feeling, and her ass looked amazing! She realised how literal the horse's ass statement was though when a brown shadow seemed to pass over her skin. On closer observation, the tickley brown shadow was in fact very fine fur...like horse hide. Her pants clung to her lower butt from internal pressure alone but when her hips started to catch up, the seams gave out and they ripped down the sides far enough that they fell completely away. It was then she seen her pussy wasn't squeezed as tightly as it felt- it was internal pressure. Her love passage had grown considerably and the labia puffed up hugely and were darkening! Her clit expanded with a tingly pleasure that made it impossible not to touch it. It swelled and throbbed with pleasure that made her sit and then half stand over and over. It went from the size of her pinky fingernail to the size of a golf ball! With a series of convulsions it was pulled inward more as the labia turned completely to a shiny black and inflated to swallow it up, and closed over till the still pink innards were hidden away. Against the chair Angela could tell her anus projected out a bit and was likely a matching pitch black as well- from the hip down she was a mare! After a few gentle pokes to her crotch area she also confirmed a pair of horse teats! She blinked dumbfounded at the bartender before speaking. "That fucker gave me a horse's rear end!? Why...don't I have a tail though?" "Yea...it's coming but it is part of a different change and I am legally bound to give you a breather between changes. Y'know, regulations" He tapped a sign mounted on the wall behind the counter listing transformation rules so numerous that the text was too small to read more than a foot away. Angela traced the smooth, tight contours of her thigh muscles and subtly checked if anyone was watching. "How has no one noticed a woman with a horses ass...? Like six people have walked less than a foot behind me." The bartender shrugged. "What can I say- they're drunk." "Wait a minute! You said you had to follow the regulations- so you're the one doing this to me!?" "Oh uh...time for round two." Angela got off the comparatively tiny stool in a heartbeat again and pushed her made teats to the counter in a reflexive move to escape the sensations that hit her. Pin pricks- thousands of them concentrated in her tail bone! Her tightened grip on the counter made a grinding sound and when she turned her head back to see why, she pulled her hands back realising she was cutting into the countertop! Her nails were darkening at their base, growing rapidly and were thickening as well. She watched them narrow and lengthen, curving slowly forward to only a light feeling of movement as it grew out of her. Her skin felt tight as well, and the more it tightened the worse it looked. Starting around the nails, Angela thought it was a side effect at first but it spread over her whole hand and then her forearm and did not stop till it consumed her elbow as well. The skin visibly looked like it was drying out, and chapping. With slight twitches it jerked slightly, creating a banded appearance. Angela was baffled about this change for a good minute, but having her spine tense and her body squirming from the uncomfortable prickling from down below did not help her contemplative ability. When it finally stopped, she was looking at the eight inch long hooked talons and banded flesh of a bird's foot on her still human shaped hands. She turned to look at all the quills on her tailbone in confusion, thinking it was a porcupine tail at first, till the quills all burst open to let out the frills of brown and grey feathers- a huge bird tail, an owl's tail. "For uhm, harping on him, as he put it." "Harpy features...cute. I am going to use these talons to carve him up when I find him!" Angela found because of the talon size, she was incapable of making a proper fist. She also found in experimenting that she could move her tail to a limited extent. She could pull in the feathers on either side making it look like the tail was leaning the other way, and she could move it up and down slightly. For a moment she wished it came with wings too so she could at least gain the ability to fly out of it, but then was glad she did not when she reminded herself how uncomfortable growing feathers is. Her lower body was inhumanly strong so at least she had that. She blushed a bit when she realised she would not be able to use her hands to alleviate her arousal anymore, since her talons could shred her- it was a good thing she already owned a soft rubber horse dong hidden back at Damon's place. The size of her butt compared to the stool made her seat feel more like a too-big dildo itself- not at all comfortable. Her exploration was interrupted with a sharp pain at her temples that was thankfully short lived. It continued on as a light outward pressure, ad she did not have to guess the cause for long as they entered her field of vision. Bull horns extended out from her head a bit, then forward many inches with an inward hook, and then bent outward again for three inches. The increased weight on her head was very noticeable, and with a still human neck she imagined she would have a hard time keeping her chin up for any length of time. She once again went to look around to see if anyone noticed but realised her other change when she felt her ear turn before her head did. She had the huge leaf-shaped ears of a bovine to go with her horns. They were furry on the backs and she was able to move them around but it was hard to do it consciously. Her breasts felt tight, and soon enough her bra was cutting in, forcing her to unclasp it under her shirt. The skin tightened on the top hemisphere as they expanded causing them to grow more round, and the skin turned slightly pink. Angela squirmed in her seat from the sensations. Her skin grew firm and it made it feel like her breasts were being gently squeezed, even though her shirt was still containing them fine. Her shirt was pulled tight by the end, enough to show her stiff nipples through its denser fabric. They were flushed with heat which she thought was an after effect of the magic, till two small wet spots formed over her nipples for more bovine traits. When looking down she also noted that her horse teats grew as well. Her horse teats were the size of her human breasts and now her human breasts were the size of melons! Angela sighed. "He called me bull headed, ya? How about another drink. I am not nearly drunk enough to put up with this." The barkeep smiled timidly. "Friends don't let friends drink and transform. Besides, I don't actually work here." "Waurr?" Angela's question slurred into almost a growl as her throat felt like it shifted, and her tongue thinned and broadened. Her teeth each grew sharper, turning into fangs and her mouth automatically opened at the sensation of her face being pulled by some unseen force. She panted as a heat swept through her entire body, and she grunted softly flexing her open jaw up and down- getting longer each time it moved. Her nose joined the extended upper jaw becoming cold, wet, and black. Like with her rump, a shadow of brown hair swept over her, spreading from where the horse half ended, as well as the base of her already furred ears. This new stretch of fur was longer than the horse or cows, and did not grow over her chest, stomach, or already transformed parts. Her pussy clenched hard, drooling juice in its hunger for meat. The huge clit popped out, opening half of its pink innards a moment before clenching shut again, winking like a mare in heat. She really was in heat- her last change made her part bitch, with the fur and head of a dog! She tried to shout angrily several times but all she could manage was a series of growls and half-barks that only vaguely sounded like they could be words. The barkeep shook his head, patting hers. "Sit girl! No one can understand you now but don't worry, I still can." She bared her teeth through glossy black lips with her cow ears pulled back, but he was focussed on her impressive globes as they wobbled under her as she leaned forward. "Don't shoot the messenger, Damon told me to do this stuff. If you want to get back at him, why not fight fire with fire? I would be glad to help." Her teeth formed a disturbing grin of fangs. "Oh but, careful not to let your overcharged hormones influence your decisions." He leaned closer and lowered his voice. "That's sarcasm. Go nuts." ~Damon Damon was settling down now, smiling to himself about how messed up Angela likely was as he turned on the TV. Samantha had come over after the spectral stranger left to keep Damon company and cheer him up a bit. As he was sitting with her on the couch, an odd feeling washed over him. His muscles had an odd ache in them. It was very subtle at first but slowly intensified. He felt as though they were tightening, like he was exercising, only he was simply sitting on the couch. His body became quite hot and he started to sweat as he became increasingly confused. He could feel himself sink into the couch a bit more and he glanced to Samantha to see if she noticed and his eyes went wide at the size difference! He was only a few inches taller than her but now he must be a foot and a half taller at least! To avoid calling her attention to his problem he told her he had to go to the bathroom, and he fortunately spoke at the exact same time his shirt fabric groaned. Samantha still partially heard it, but didn't know what it was- but Damon was quick and out of sight before we could piece together what was off about him. In the bathroom, as soon as he closed the door his shirt started to actually rip- the speed were splitting around his bulging muscles, tight as iron and the veins became slightly projected as they throbbed in time with his heart. When he looked in the mirror his reflection was absent, and in its place the visage of the spectre stood. "Bad news, seems Angela is a bit upset and is making a counterplay. She wants to retaliate against you, who ever would have guessed." "I am becoming big and muscular? That's her punishment?" "As strong as a horse, were her exact words...you're the one who decided to make her horny. I think you may be underestimating how muscular a horse actually is." Damon groaned along with his shirt, bending forward as it constricted him and started to rip from the back. "On average- about eight hundred pounds of muscle." Damon gasped, about to say something but was cut off when his shirt tore too badly to hang on anymore. "Though the good news is that muscle is incredibly dense mass- it is actually heavier than fat is, so you won't get too crazy big." Damon tried to consciously relax his muscles to try and resist the growth but he couldn't- they had a mind of their own. He grew bigger and taller just so the spell could find enough room on his body to put the muscle mass. His abs looked like a brick wall! His arms were as big around as a telephone pole! His body looked like a champion muscle builder in only minutes. Even his jeans were overtaxed, but between the less lower body growth and the strength of the material, they were not going to be shred off him like his unfortunate shirt was. "Let's see...hmm, she also called you a dork, so..." "What? So I am going to become a nerd or something?" "Oh! Hmm, maybe that was what she meant." "...What did you think she meant?" "Uuuhm..." Damon was suddenly hit with the strangest erection he ever felt. It passed through his penis like a wave but it didn't actually stiffen at all, it just grew in size. A bulge appeared in his pants, and then a mound, and then his jeans were as taxed in the front as they were in the legs around his huge thigh muscles. The button on top was too tight for him to undo, and within mere moments exploded off the pants and lodged itself in the drywall like an arrow. The zipper tore open from top to bottom in short intervals matching his heart beat. With each beat, the stiff feeling in the cock became more prominent as it actually started to erect itself instead of only growing. Its size meant it was folded over in the confined space however, which made its attempt at an erection quickly painful. He tried to pull his pants down but only managed an inch since they were stretched to the point of looking like they were painted on him. He tried to remove his underwear but the bulge within already far exceeded the waist's ability to stretch. It looked like he had a soccer ball in his boxers! He was forced to use his newfound strength to rip his underwear clean off and free his extremely cramped cock. It was a good thing his balls did not share in the growth or the pain would have gotten excessive very quickly. Like a compressed spring, his dick shot forward, only at half mast and already far exceeding its former maximum length. It was growing quickly and took on a pink hue. Damon was puzzled and worried as it did not seem to be slowing down any, and its weight started to pull it down so it stuck out more than up even in spite of the growing stiffness, and it was losing its shape the longer it grew. The glans lost more and more of its defined shape, till eventually his phallus simply ended at a point. It curved a bit, then straightened, then curved as if it had a mind of its own. Even backed against the bathroom wall, it grew to and over the sink, bent up at the mirror, grew past the mirror, flopped over to be diagonally pointed toward the tub and shower, and then grew straight into that corner, and then bent and grew up the wall a ways! At the base it almost reached his naval because its girth was almost equal to his bulging arms now, and its length must have been six feet or more! He had grown the prehensile cock of a whale- also known as a dork. When he backed against the wall it made a loud thud, and coupled with his groans and moans he had called the concern of Samantha. Thinking something grave had happened to him when she heard the thud against the wall, she asked if he was alright as she was already opening the door. He would have grabbed the shower curtain to try and cover himself or something but between the wall and far corner of the room his cock sort of had him pinned in place. Samantha visibly jumped at the sight, and her face rapidly flashed with emotion. Shock, disgust, interest, and then quickly settled on lust. His dick looked off but when its longer than the average human is tall, it already well compensated itself. Before he could even explain himself she was poking and prodding him with her fingers like he was some bizarre science experiment. She poked the base of his shaft to see its length bob slightly from it to confirm she wasn't hallucinating. She touched his abs to confirm their stiffness, and then found her way into the crevices between muscle and started to trace his entire torso. She silenced his attempts to explain himself by explaining she always had her eye on him, and was half glad when he had his falling out with Angela! She bent down and took in a deep breath of his cock and tickled the base with her hot exhale. She cupped the underside with either hand to try and heft its immense weight. Damon was surprised and horrified by her revelation. She did like him like...that? Since when? Was Angela right all along?! She wasn't worried about him hitting on Samantha, she was worried about Samantha seducing him! He tried too push her off and tell her he didn't want this, but she moved back onto him and advanced far too quickly to hear any of it. He would have to duck to even fit through the door, and his dick was wall to wall in the bathroom, he was far too large to avoid her. "Sam, what the hell? I don't like you in that way, we are just buds. Weehaw are...what the heee..!" They were both surprised into stopping with the sharp sounds he made. Damon could feel, and Samantha could see as his ears grew and developed peach fuzz, and then fine hair. His two front teeth grew huge, and his tongue enlarged a bit as well. His ears did not stop growing till they were nearly a foot long- the elven ears of a donkey- Angela called him a dumb ass. True to the statement it was not just his physical appearance that changed. Thoughts started to blank out from his mind, creating fractured ideas, and making it impossible to create intelligible protest against Samantha. He tried to start a sentence several times, only to fail to recall a word he needed, and ending with a loud bray of frustration at his newfound idiocy. He startled her into flinching with each bray, but when his feet started to change and he fell toward her, she ran out in fear. Huge muscles and a giant cock was one thing, but becoming animalistic was not something she wanted, and being unsure if it was contagious- she fled from his house entirely. His ankles ached when he put his weight on them, preventing him from standing. His feet bulked up and extended from the ankle down and his wrists to hands did the same. The longer they grew, the closer together the bones compressed, forcing his digits together and fusing them. His nails unified, growing and thickening tremendously till he was left with donkey hooves for hands and feet- his limbs remained furless and humanoid otherwise. It took him many tries to finally stand up again, as he was completely unfamiliar with how to work hooves. He needed to use the sink for balance, and now that he faced the other way- his dick was actually half outside the bathroom now. He felt his spine squirm and pull gently downward, while somehow not tugging on any of the other bones connected to it. The shadow in the mirror explained Angela said Damon acted like too much of a smartass sometimes. His tailbone extended greatly, becoming a small pointed tail, then thickening to a big meaty tail, and then still longer! The growth finally seemed to stop lengthening it when it was as long as his dick, and the end bulged out greatly, before taking on a more sculpted shape and splitting open down the middle into a mouth! He had a tail that was the top half and head of a boa constrictor- which meant his rear had a mind of its own- a smartass. He tried to move it to be less awkward and in the way but found he had zero control over it. It was not hostile toward him but it also didn't listen to him at all. The phantom in the mirror crossed his threadbare sleeves. "Unfortunately, there is more bad news than good. The good news is, in her current state, Angela was only able to think of two more things, so you're almost done. The bad news is, she's desperately horny and charging her way over here right now." "And theeeeha- 'more' bad news?" "You reaaally aren't going to like the last one." Damon was about to ask, but the stranger already called out the next step was Angela saying he should have the balls to admit he was wrong for once. Damon let out a half bray half moan as he felt a throbbing pressure in his balls. He became flushed with a sudden need to jack off, but when an arm left the counter to grab his shaft he remembered quickly enough that he no longer had hands. He felt so pent up, like he had not ejaculated in weeks. A pleasurably intense tingle filled him like a sudden orgasm, but it never reached a head and didn't quench his need at all, as his prostate doubled in size. His testicles swelled up flooding him with testosterone as they became the size of softballs. They seemed to stop for a long moment, but then started to grow again, only this time the growth was twice as fast, causing him to moan long and loud at the feeling. A crevice formed on the balls and to a lesser extent the scrotum as well, and deepened the bigger it got. By the time the weight dragged the now four chambered scrotum to his knees, the crevice had gone completely through- giving him four softball sized nuts! The huge balls bobbed in rhythm as his shaft throbbed uncontrollably and spurt precum like he was having an orgasm. The shaft writhed a bit like a snake, but then started to arch backward. The stranger explained the final thing Angela said before heading over toward his house. She said Damon could go fuck himself...and a whale's penis happens to be prehensile. In a bit of a panic, Damon let out brays as if they were hickups and tried to push the shaft back. He had no hands so he couldn't grip it at all, and it was so smooth it could easily squirm around his touch, even if it couldn't move very fast. It was also long enough to far exceed the reach of his arms even if he still had hands. Without the counter as balance he wobbled on his hooves and fell backwards, thankfully falling just short of cracking his skull on the tub. Using the momentum of the fall though, the tip of his cock bumped his lips. He tried to seal his mouth but the tapered off tip was narrow enough to get in, and since it was so smooth it slid more in easily. It pulled back a bit, smearing pre and saliva along the way and used it to shove back in, and this time go deep. It made sure to angle its entry to avoid the buck teeth, and because it got progressively thicker, it could force its way deep without risking suffocating him. It bent at the back of his mouth and actually started to push down his throat, keeping to the inside curve as to not trigger his gag reflex, and causing his throat to visibly bulge from the front from the pressure on it. The pre came in a steady stream of short bursts. The cock yanked his hips forward over and over, forcing him to fuck his own face with the huge arced shaft. His front balls rocked back and forth over the top curve of the rear ones, and the rear balls bounced up and down on the floor with a wet slapping. Between his forced stupidity and the overwhelming sensations of need and pleasure, his mind's remaining thoughts became too jumbled to think of anything at all- he could only feel now. It did not take long before he came, the first jet lasted nearly a full two seconds and the contraction after was so strong it felt like his dick was trying to pull the cum back in! Twenty one blasts of cum later, it tapered off quickly to a slow but long lived trickle of cum as the shaft stopped forcing itself on- er, I mean IN him. It connected to his mouth on a long strand of sticky white for several inches before the shafts weight shifted too far and the arc swung it back to drape the soft length over his stack of balls and smack the floor- flicking a long line of white across the ceiling in the process. Exhausted from the huge orgasm, Damon remained on the floor in a half-sleep state for a while. The stranger in the mirror reached through to grab up the toothpaste from the edge of the sink. "Hey, can I borrow this for a sec? Mine ran out. Oh, by the way, Angela has been on her way here since this started so...there is that to worry about. Why you gave her talons, fangs, and horns is beyond me." Damon heard a clicking outside the door of the house, then a clawing. Finally a loud series of booms as the middle of the door was completely destroyed! Angela could not operate the doorknob properly with her talons so she used her horse hooves to just cave the door in. She rushed into the house toward the bathroom like a homing missile thanks to her keen canine nose. Damon got onto all fours knowing he couldn't balance well enough on just his legs and went to make a run for his bedroom but she pounced him in the hall connecting the two rooms. She tossed him onto his side, snarling with her long cow ears pulled back, but paused her aggression several times as if she was distracted by something. Damon noticed between the occasional drop of moisture from her hindquarters and the fact she wasn't looking at his face but the shaft beside it- her arousal may have saved his life. Now knowing she was sort of right about Samantha, Damon was determined to help her with this problem! He got awkwardly to all fours again and maneuvered his way around behind her. Now with his scent filling the air around her, Angela suddenly forgot what she was supposed to be mad at. Damon tried to mount her but realised two problems- her tail feathers couldn't be moved out of the way really, and by the time he was close enough to touch her with his hoof, his dick was already slapping against her sternum. He hooked a hoofed arm around her thigh and rolled her over, stepping back a moment and arching his cock so it actually met her passage. Her huge equine clit was already popping in and out so he timed his entry with her clit exposing the soft pink interior behind the plump black lips. Because his penis was tapered he was able to enter her easily, though he could only fit half of it inside of her, even with her huge mare pussy. She panted and whined softly with her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. Angela cried out in surprise a moment when Damon brought his tail down and cupped her plush anus in the snake's mouth and penetrated her with its long but very narrow tongue. After a while of half thrusting into her with his hips and half with the cock's own movement, his rear and then front balls rose and he came into her. There was so much cock crammed in her the cum couldn't escape and pressurised her so much from inside she exploded into orgasm as well, which only increased the pressure even more! The two of them were forced apart in a messy explosion of bodily fluids. Both lay on their backs, panting and dazed. Occult left the mirror and looked down at the two as he drifted over them. "Aww, it looks like they made up after all. And the hussy Samantha is probably still running. I love a happy ending." He slipped two twenty dollar bills from Damon's wallet. "I will just see myself out."

Dragons Don’t Moo! Yawning she stretching in the golden rays of the sun. So far it had been a typical day, a morning count of the hoard, a quick dispatching of another annoying knight errant. She itched herself against a rocky outcropping, letting the soft rock rub away a few rough patches on her scales. She wiggled a bit to throw off the dust from her scales, and paced a few times until she found a nice spot to snooze the in the afternoon sun, her purple scales shimmering as they soaked up the warmth. She lay there, content that nothing would disturb her repose. Only adventures, usually foolish knights, and perhaps a cultist or two was ever willing to bother a dragon, even a sleeping one. However, neither was prone to being subtle when approaching one such as her. Not that it was ever easy to sneak up on a sleeping dragon. So, it came as quite the shock to her when she opened one lazy eye and spied a small robed human sitting on a rock, no more than ten feet from her snout. That shook her into full wakefulness in a hurry! Peering down at the small robed figure, she wondered what he was up to. He just sat there, seemingly quite unperturbed by the idea of having suddenly awoken a dragon. He just looked back up at her, those little beady eyes in a face full of disgusting fuzz. She debated just chomping him, or roasting him, but something held her back. Curiosity. Dragons are nothing if not curious creatures. The human broke the silent stand-off first. “Good morning, Dragon.” He said cheerfully in her native language. This startled her a bit. It wasn’t often that she ran across a lesser being that could speak her tongue even haltingly, let along with the fluency that this one seemed to possess. Quite a trick for a creature with such a short and limited vocal range. The surprise quickly turned to suspicion, and she started to pump her internal bellows, just in case he proved annoying, but she delayed in blasting him to ash, pondering what he was after. He came unarmed. No staff, no bow, no sword. Nothing that would mark him as foolish enough to attack her armored bulk. If anything, he was remarkably non-descript, except for his ruddy-colored robe that was travel worn and caked with dirt and mud about the hem. It had once been a fine robe, she could tell from the weave, but nothing else about him suggested he had gold to take. Certainly not that floppy foppish nonsense of a hat that drooped to one side of his head. Finally, she chose to respond. “I do believe it is afternoon.” She hissed at him. “Quite right, I do agree. But you just woke, so I figured it was an appropriate greeting.” He said, his tiny clawless digits rubbing at the fur that covered the lower half of his face. She considered this. “Acceptable.” He continued to sit quietly, no move had he made, so she cooled her fire a bit and sat on her haunches. “What is it you want, man thing?” She asked, curious as to his purpose. He smiled, revealing those white square teeth that humans were so proud of. “Oh, nothing much great dragon, I just thought I’d made your acquaintance.” “You have, and yet I doubt that is your only reason to be here.” Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He was starting to annoy her. “Oh, alright, I do have other business.” And before she could react his other limb snapped out releasing a small pebble that flew at her belly. She should have incinerated him then, but the move took her by surprise. Normally she would have laughed it off, such a small thing hurled at her. But the tiny pebble struck with a concussive force and a blinding flash, knocking her great bulk back and ingulfing her with mystical energy. She twisted and growled as the spell took hold, her body contracting and compressing upon itself. Collapsing to all fours she heaved, feeling her body shrinking, already far smaller than she had been even since the days of her hatching. Worse the spell was robbing her of her beautiful scales. She blinked, holding up a claw, but claw no longer. Her beautiful talons were gone, replaced with those soft tan digits of a human. She reached them to her face, and felt not the features of a dragon, but those soft features of a human woman. The faintest pattern of her scales remained on her skin, but the skin was soft, pliable in a way her scales never were. She thumped her tail, feeling it’s reassuring weight behind her, though it too was soft and tan, and it sat above a very human posterior. She tried to say something but all that came out was a cough, and a faint puff of smoke, the last of her fire gone out. “Hmm, imperfect, but workable.” He said as he considered her for a moment. “What… what did you do to me?” She gasped, trying to find her balance on two skinny legs. “Why, I’ve made you my pet.” He said joyfully, beaming with self- satisfaction. “Nothing says powerful wizard like a captive dragon.” “Why you!” She staggered to her feet finally, rising above his seated position on the rock. If he stood, she would probably still be a good bit taller than he, and she surmised a fair bit stronger too. She debated trying to kill him still, but without fire or talon, her own magics were no match for whatever he could conjure up. He just watched cautiously, eyeing the transmogrified dragon as it tried to cope with the human-like body he’d driven her into. Her new face giving away her thoughts. Her decision came with no subtlety suitable for a dragon. She just charged him, seeking to bury him under her fury. Lowering her head she tried to sweep her arms around the smaller man, but despite his apparent advanced age he moves spryly and ducked under her arms, and deftly avoided the clumsy sweep of her tail. She grumbled, trying to stalk his scent, but smelled nothing but her own new smell, and barely at that. How did humans survive with so poor a sense of smell? She poked around the nearby boulders, trying to figure out where he’d gone, and where he’d reappear. A sudden heavy weight slammed down on her back, driving her to the ground as he appeared out of the air above her. Her new knees couldn’t withstand the sudden impact and they buckled, leaving her soft flesh abraded against the ground. She winced at the sensation of the rocky floor of the outcropping scuffing her newly formed breasts. Breathing hard she lay there, wondering how she’d never realized how rough the ground was. Befuddled by the whole situation she barely registered the dark thing cross over her line of sight and snap in place around her slender neck. She felt his weight lift off, but instead of rising, she clutched at her new soft underbelly. She could feel more magic spreading, her human like form shifting further. This time she found her breasts mirrored as a second pair protruded from her chest, but it was the single mound that balloon from her belly that stunned her. A giant swelling that bore four long protrusions, that nestled against her thighs. Atop her head she had some mild pain as her head ached as two small horns burst from the fluffy mane atop her head. While no where near as impressive as her natural horns, they were at least something she missed. The wizard looked a bit dismayed. “Oh, damn, wrong collar. Oh well, you’re still under my control anyway. I’ll sort this out later.” He yanked gently on the rope that held the collar. Her head jerked up slightly. She tried to growl at him, but it came out so soft and meek she was ashamed of it. Rolling into a sitting position she found the mass between her legs kept her hips splayed wide, an odd sensation. He tugged the rope again, and she found herself unable to resist it, rising to her new soft feet she winced at the rocks as she stepped on each. Worse, she could feel a strange tightness in her new mounds. She grasped on, only to realize that it was very tender to the touch, and when she squeezed it a small spray of liquid gushed outward in an arc. Soon each of her new dark tips of her mounds beaded with a whitish fluid that dripped with each step. The sensation bothered her a great deal. The wizard merely laughed as he watched her fumble with her new nipples and teats. She started to say something in response, but her voice gave out nothing more than a long low “Moo.” Clapping her hands over her mouth in horror, she knew that sound. It wasn’t one any proper dragon, or even puny human, should be making! The wizard just laughed again, “This is perfect, I get a dragon and a cow, all in one deal!” He made a gesture at her cave, and a shimmering wall appeared. She frowned, knowing that he’d both saved and taken her hoard from her, but right now she could do nothing. Thankfully it would keep the scavengers at bay until she could return, hopefully with his tiny form scorched into ashes. Grumbling she felt the tug of the collar again, and she felt the compulsion that it made for her to follow him. He forced her down the mountainside, the magic collar around her neck ensuring her obedience, even as she plotted his demise, though that plotting soon gave way to distraction as the pressure continued to build in her new form. She found herself pinching and tugging at herself, and oddly enjoying the new sensations far more than she expected. Oh, she wanted him dead, but for the moment, she pondered her current fate, and why it felt so good. Maybe after she roasted his corpse someday soon, she would keep the collar for some fun. It did feel quite good after all, as she released another spray of milk.

Shattered Shards Magical Mishaps Arilee groaned loudly as she looked at her two study partners. The blonde elf raised her hand immediately, "Miss Chromium, can I change partners?" she asked, a foul expression on her face. The silvery-gray dragoness scowled with an equally foul expression over the glasses on the end of her snout, "No. I've chosen the groups I've chosen for a reason. I'm asking you to complete your alchemical synthesis project with Cathell and Nathara for a reason. I'm not asking you to take them to a ball or to one of your high society dinners. You need to make a circle, cast a spell, and that is all." The dragoness' tail flicked in annoyance and she snorted to show her displeasure, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. "Nor am I asking you to dive into a mosh pit with them, which considering the number of marks on your disciplinary record for forging parental excuse notes to take part in contact sports is probably for your benefit." "But...!" the elf protested. Chromium's lips pulled ever so slightly back, exposing sharp, metallic teeth, "You are enrolled in a public school, Miss Appleleaf. Your private tutors may have catered to your slightest whim, desire, and abhorrence of non-elven races, but I do not. If you want to abide by the Terran regulations of twelve grades of education, rather than the familiar elven forty eight, you are obligated to abide by the regulations of such a system." Arilee's disgust was obvious, and she regarded her assigned partners with a look that she would give to errant dog droppings. "I will remind you, Miss Appleleaf, that baring exceptional circumstances, one's species is, thankfully, not contagious in nature. Human children banish the concept of 'cooties' before they enter middle school. Now, get over there with your partners and start working on your assignment before I assign you to catching frogs for my afternoon biology class, and Principal Murglarp's lunch. He likes the big fat ones from the middle of the swamp, you know." Arilee wrinkled her nose just thinking about all the mud, stagnant water, mosquitoes, other assorted bugs. And also the croaking slimy frogs, and the equally slimy principal. She wasn't sure how the sahuagin managed to get himself, not only a position with a public school, but in a place exceptionally far from the nearest ocean. The elf maiden shuddered and forced herself up out of her chair, approaching her two partners and reluctantly sitting with them. Nathara sneered and made a show of cracking her knuckles, the menace of the act enhanced by her bald head, dusting of scales, and the rather prominent fangs within her mouth. "Fuck this up for Cath 'n me, tit, and I'll be rearranging that face of yours so that not even an orc'll be looking at you without throwing up." She said in low, accented tones. "Miss Chromium!" Arilee said, standing, backing away from the serpentkin. "And leeches. Big, black, slimy, chewy leeches. They'll go well with the frogs, I would think." The dragoness said, not even bothering to turn her head. "Wouldn't that be a sight, Cath? Miss high 'n mighty forced to slog through the bog waters, picking bloodsucking gobs of black snot off her perfect little legs." Cathell sighed and clenched her eye shut, the Cyclops shaking her head, "I think that the three of us ought to put our personal and racial issues aside and accomplish the task set before us. It will require a minimum of effort from all parties involved. The assignment is merely a low-grade transubstantiation. Nathara can draw forth the energy, and I am easily capable of both drawing the circle and performing the incantation." Arilee shook her head, "No way! I'm doing the incantation!" the elf said with a scowl, "There's no way I'm going to let my grade hang on the efforts of a pair of... moral, spiritual, and genetic deviants! I'll do the incantation. Just tell me where and when." "Right after school, out in the parking lot, tit. I'll take your block off for talking about Cath that way. Insult me all you like, but don't be flinging hateful words at an admitted pacifist. That's just bad taste." Cathell simply sighed once more, "Please stop fighting you two, it's not going to do anyone any good. I have my arcane chalks at home. If you'd prefer to get this done as soon as possible, we can all head there after school." Arilee shook her head, "You live in a CAVE." The Cyclops nodded, absently toying with her auburn hair out of nervousness, "Well, yes, but it is a particularly nice cave. It is essentially nature's pre-fabricated housing. It's not like it's a wet, wild, filled with bats type cave. It's just that same as any other house save for the general shape and undergroundedness of it. It surpasses all the human world guidelines for construction and safety." She gave Arilee a small scowl, "And the fact that it is solid stone and not living wood means that my floors are perfectly acceptable drawing surfaces for the ritual." The elf snorted, "Fine, I'll see you there, then." She said, getting up just as the bell rang to signal their next class. Nathara expressed her own disgust, sticking out her forked tongue at the elf's back. "That's one girl that life really needs to smack around a bit and teach a lesson." Cethell shook her head, "Don't you dare do anything to her. Karma will make sure her bigotry will catch up with her." The serpentkin sighed and placed an arm around the cyclops' shoulders, "Only because you asked me to, Cath." She said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. -o- Later that afternoon, Arilee knocked on the door of Cathell's cave. Aside from the fact that the entrance was in the side of a hill, it was otherwise like most of the homes in the neighborhood. There was even a porch light, a mailbox, and a small window. She waited for a few moments, putting her pointed ear to the door. It was rather rude of them to keep her waiting on the doorstep like some common beggar. The cyclops had said after school, and four o'clock was after school. Arilee sighed and grabbed the knob, finding the door unlock she turned it and stepped inside. Immediately she had to go down several stairs to where there was a mat with several pairs of shoes on it, sitting right to the side of another door. It may not have been the epitome of high architecture or a well-sculpted elven tree-home, but it wasn't the repulsive, water dripping hovel that Arilee had been expected. The walls had even been stuccoed and painted, with the shiny, latex based paint that was favored by the humans of the mundane world. The elf opened the inner door, her eyes wide with what she saw. Cathell and Nathara were seated on the couch, holding hands, and they were kissing! Kissing! Two females! With TONGUES even! Arilee was stunned into silence for a few moments. "That is DISGUSTING!" she finally managed to say, startling her classmates. "Hey, don't be knocking it until you've tried it." The serpentkin said, a bit of a blush adding red to the dusting of green scales. "Urgh, a world full of loathsome deviants." Arilee sighed to herself. "This from the gal whose pantheon of deities is headed up by a somewhat poofy, foppish male god of art, beauty, and prancing faeries." Nathara said with a chuckle. Arilee growled and lunged forward as the good name of Corellon was insulted. Nathara leaped up from the couch and drove her shoulder into the elf's midsection, taking her down to the ground. "Well, finally! I've been waiting for you to start something for a long time now, tit!" the serpentkin said gleefully as she got to her feet, waiting for the elf to strike again. "Stop calling me 'tit!'" Arilee shouted, throwing a wild punch that Nathara sidestepped. The serpent took up a boxing stance, ready to brawl when Cathell imposed herself between the two. "No fighting in my house!" she scolded, "Now Arilee, if we could just calm down for a moment, go into the other room, get the assignment done, you can be out of here in fifteen minutes with the entire weekend free of Nathara to look forward to. Or if you like the two of you can go right back to brawling." "Fine!" Arilee said with a snort, her mind already plotting how to get even with the serpent for her disgusting sexuality as well as her besmirchment of an elven god. "True, we ought to get you to speak that incantation before I knock all the teeth out of your face." Nathara said in a sickly sweet tone of voice. She whistled happily as she walked into the other room, leaving Cathell to restrain an enraged Arilee. "Look," the cyclops said with a sigh, "I know you don't like us, for whatever reasons you have. I don't want to see Nathara or you get hurt. So please, let's just get the assignment done with so we can part ways." Arilee nodded, "Fine. Let's just do this and be done with it." She said, walking into the other room. -o- Arilee knelt in one of the outer circles. She had to admit, the two were actually almost competent. The series of circles and triangles required for the ritual were just about perfect, the runes written with the proper flourishes that Arilee herself took pride in adding, rather than merely using the base runes. Nathara drew the elemental energy into the circle quite well; there was more than enough to work with. Her serpentine blood must have given her a tie to the earth. The assignment was quite simple; they'd been given a chipped ceramic cup and a rubber ball. The idea was to transform the ceramic into rubber and also have it smoothed out and blemish free. The latter quality was represented in the third inner circle by a perfectly smooth mirror. It was a simple spell, and one that Arilee would have been able to complete by herself. But the assignment specified all three of them, and the object needed their three arcane signatures. The elf began to shape the mana, spreading it out in the circle as she began to chant. They'd been given the specific items to use for this. Arilee grinned as she continued the chant. Her grade in the class was exceptionally high, in the high 90's. She could afford to botch one assignment. Though perhaps her lab partners could not. Either way, it would be a spot on their records and a lesson not to mess with Arilee again. The elf took a deep breath, ready to finish the incantation. With a sudden movement Arilee faked a sneeze, leaning downward, blowing chalk dust into the circle. "Dammit you tit!" the serpentkin growled as the project was ruined. But rather than the effect Arilee thought would happen, a flawed transubstantiation, there was instead a white light, a sudden heat, and a loud noise. An explosion. The elf's vision filled with white and she felt herself suddenly thrown forward. She hit her head against something, and then she saw no more. -o- Arilee moaned softly and tried to sit up, but she found herself unable to, a strange weight on her chest. She groaned and reached up, attempting to rub her aching forehead. Instead she found smooth scales. "Great," she grumbled, "I'm stuck under a stupid snake." She opened her eyes and blinked, but she wasn't able to see much, she could see some light, but strands of soft auburn as well as some of her own white-blonde hair were in the way. She tried to move her other hand, but found a rather plump breast instead of her head. Arilee grumbled, the busty cyclops was lying on her too. She could feel them breathing so they most definitely were not dead. Arilee felt strange, it was a little difficult to breathe and there was a strange ache that she couldn't quite place, as well as several other rather strange sensations. There was an annoying tingling over most of her body as well. Probably discharge from the left over spell energy. Arilee's hand followed the cyclops' breast upward, hoping to find a shoulder to shake her awake. The elf was being squished and she didn't particularly like it. Arilee blinked as the orb seemed to go on and on. If she was feeling things right, the cyclops had tits the size of beach balls. She was busty, but not THAT Busty. Arilee continued moving her hand upward, but rather than finding Cathell's head, she found another breast. Weird. She kept feeling around, finding another scaled shoulder. That didn't feel quite right. The elf's arms were quite far apart, she was finding Nathara's shoulder's about a body length to the left and to the right as well, and the breasts beneath the left shoulder didn't feel like the serpentkin's comparatively small bumps. "Wake up Nathara!" the elf called, "You're squishing me!" "Mmm?" Nathara mumbled, before opening her eyes and trying to sit up. Arilee yelped as she felt herself moving as well, but it was better then nothing. She pushed up from the ground as well, hopefully managing to get whatever the strange weight was off of her. The elf felt a strange weight on her left side, dead weight. Was she partially paralyzed? Had the cavern collapsed? A rock striking her spine and making half her body numb? Arilee didn't think so, she felt everything. The cyclops' hair was out of her face at least now, and she blew her own out of her eyes. "Oh bugger..." Nathara said, almost right in her ear. "Would you get off of me already?" Arilee muttered, "You've got to be just about in my lap." "Ah.... I think you ought to take a look down. I've got no idea whose lap it is." The serpentkin said a bit quieter and less forceful than usual. "Look down?" Arilee asked, "Why should I look... down?" She did, and found a rather large, tan orb in the way. She could see things out of the corners of her eyes as well. Another of the orbs, breasts! Three huge breasts on her chest as well as... oh no. The elf turned her head and came literally face to face with the serpentkin. "No, no, no, no! No way this can be right! Where are my arms?" "Umm... I think there's one over here. Is this one yours?" Nathara asked, and Arilee felt a scaled hand grip her wrist, in fact she felt the scaled hand as well. Having figured out where the arm was, Arilee wiggled her fingers. "Which one has the wiggling fingers? I can't see; these damned things are in the way!" Arilee gestured at the three beach ball sized breasts hanging from her... their chest. "The one I'm holding. What about this one?" "No, I feel it, but it's kind of hard to move. I don't think that's mine." Nathara sighed, "I can't see past your hair, is Cathell on the other side?" The elf turned and found herself nose deep in soft, auburn hair. She'd never noticed before, but Cathell used a rather pleasant floral scented shampoo. And her hair was quite soft, she'd have to asked what kind of hair care products she used. "Yeah, she's apparently stuck in this mess too." Arilee sighed, "Any idea what happened?" Nathara chuckled, "I've got a pretty good idea. You went and fucked up the transubstantiation spell." "What? ME?!" Arilee said, horrified, insulted. It was quite true, and she knew it, but Nathara didn't have to know. "You sneezed during the most critical portion of the spell, and the sneeze went and screwed up the circle something awful! Who knows what the hell happened?" "You added to the incantation while you were serving as a mana focus! Your calling me a tit all the time is probably why we have these three huge tits now!" Arilee growled. "Six." Muttered Cathell, blinking her single eye, finally waking up after the sudden shock of the spell gone wrong. "Six? What do you mean six?" Arilee asked, sounding a little hysterical. "Well, I can feel the weight on my chest, and I can feel a similar weight on my belly. Plus I can run my hands over them." She said matter-of-factly. "Hey, stop that, those aren't your hands!" Arilee said rather testily, her arms twitching as she could feel Cathell try to move them. "Sorry, sorry. I think mine are on the bottom, then, since I can see scales on the shoulder here." The cyclops moved her hands over the trio's conjoined body, gripping each breast in turn. "See, one and two on my side, one and two on Nathara's side, and one..." Arilee slapped Cathell's hand with one of her own. "Ow!" all three of them said at the same time. "Don't do that, tit!" growled Nathara, "You hit one of us, we all feel it." "Don't call me a tit!" the elf growled, and punched the serpentkin in the face, making all three of them wince. Ignoring the pain, Nathara struck back. The elf took advantage of the lower position of her arms to grip Nathara's wrists, preventing her from striking again. "Please stop fighting, you two." Cathell said with a weary sigh, "Let's get our feet under us and head to the office. One of the walls is covered with a mirror, we ought to be able to survey the extent of the conjoinment and see if things are readily fixable." Nathara sighed, "I'm fine with stopping the brawl right here. She popped me one, I gave her the same in kind, so we're even." Arilee turned and glared eye to eye with the serpentkin, "I won't hit her unless she calls me that filthy word again. And for the love of the stars, what is that weird hot, itchy feeling down below my belly?" Nathara's jaw dropped and Cathell's eye widened in surprise. The serpentkin began to laugh. "What? What's so funny? Why are you laughing at me, you stupid snake!" Arilee growled, though Cathell managed to grab the elf's hands before she could start swinging. "I had thought that being in high school, you would be familiar with such bodily aspects, but perhaps elves develop such urges later." "What sort of urges?" Arilee asked, rather confused. She could feel the heat rising in Cathell's cheeks, not needing to see the cyclops to tell that she was blushing. "You're horny, you damned puritan elf!" Nathara managed to get out before rupting into another fit of laughter. "Horny?" Arilee asked, not understanding. "The sensation you're feeling is sexual arousal, Arilee." The cyclops explained. The elf whipped her head around, staring into the girl's single eye with a look of confusion, disgust and horror. "It can't be! Elven sexual urges don't tend to kick in until our early fifties! I'm only thirty six years old! Those are definitely NOT my urges!" Arilee protested. Nathara continued to chortle, "It's a definite feeling in the middle. I'm well aware of my own arousal feels like, and I bet Cathell knows damn well what it feels like when she's all hot and bothered. So it's definitely you!" Arilee felt a blush come to her own skin, most of her portion of their shared flesh heating up in humiliation and embarrassment, and somehow that made the strange inner fire grow warmer and more insistent. "You're lying just to tease and torment me!" Arilee said quietly, trying to prevent her eyes from tearing up. She didn't want to start crying in front of Cathell and Nathara. Well, technically between them. The cyclops released Arilee's wrists, her left hand instead gently gripping and squeezing Arilee's own. "There, there," she said softly, her right hand reaching up to brush some stray hair from Arilee's face, "This is a strange and confusing event for all of us. But as we are all sharing, for a time, the same flesh, we all need to cooperate in order to function. Now, let's take things slowly, one step at a time. Agreed?" Arilee nodded, "Agreed." She said with a snuffle. "Agreed." Nathara added, still grinning like a loon. "Okay, first thing, we need to get all our legs straight out in front of us so that we can see how many of them we have and which ones are under whose control. Okay, move them on three, one, two, three!" The trio shifted their legs, finding four of them. "Okay, I can tell this one is mine for sure." Nathara said, pointing to the further right of the four, "On account of the scales and all." "And likely that means that the left one is mine. Arilee, if you'd like to try and bend the toes on the two in the middle?" The elf nodded and concentrated, it was rather difficult to do so, but the ten toes bent. "Okay, now just the left one, I'm going to try and help out." With both Arilee and Cathell thinking about the movement, the toes wiggled quite easily. "Okay, Nathara, now you do the same with the middle right." The serpentkin nodded, and the middle-right foot's toes bent. "Arilee, let Nathara and myself try now." Even with two of the girls concentrating, their combined effort could only match what Arilee could do on her own. "Now, walking. I think the most stable will be using alternating legs. Left and mid-right take a step, then right and mid-left. That way we essentially approximate a 'normal' gait for the reach of us, since we all have control over two legs. Now, let's try standing up..." -o- The three stumbled a few times, but managed to make it into Cathell's office. It was a strange gait, but the three managed to settle into the pace quite quickly. It was kind of like walking normally, each one moving one leg, then the other. Once they got started they found it quite easy to keep pace, though each couldn't fully control portions of the body, they could all feel ever inch of their shared flesh. "It looks so... perfect." Arilee managed, her part of the body quivering a little bit, her skin was flushed, the sight of their naked form in the mirror only making her arousal worse. Cathell chanted softly, placing a hand to her closed eyelid. Though the cyclops race only had a single eye, the simplicity made it a great deal easier to cast spells to enhance or alter their vision. She opened her eye and looked carefully over their reflection, "We seem to be okay. The spell has seamlessly merged our bodies. I don't see any problems with the respiration, circulation, or digestive systems. Our organs aren't quite what you'd expect. We have four lungs, two larger ones and two smaller ones, two hearts that are a bit larger than normal, and our digestive system is hooked up kind of strangely. I think we have four stomachs, three smaller ones that I'd consider normal, and then a larger one that the three connect to. We only have a single set of intestines leading from it, though." Cathell placed her hand over her eye and chanted a few words once more. "Our skeletal system is a bit... odd. But it seems to be quite functional. The entire form is quite well crafted, so I don't think we're going to have any problems, medically at least." "The whole layout of our body is rather interesting. Rather than what I'd expect, three different sets of organs haphazardly working together, we have what seems to be a similar form that is perfectly suited for optimal efficiency." Cathell said, seeming rather proud. "Our skin looks very smooth." Nathara observed, running a hand over a central breast, and then down over a leg, "I'm not sure if it's from me or what, but aside from our heads, there's not a hair on our bodies." "...st-stop it..." Arilee moaned softly as her breast was stroked. Cathell did the same thing, rubbing the inside of their middle-left for a moment before moving downward. "Very interesting, I think it's more than hairless. I do believe that rather than focusing on the cup, the two spells for rubberization and smoothing worked on us." The cyclops grinned and gripped a nipple on the lower central breast, tugging hard. All three girls cried out, but in pleasure, not of pain. The flesh had stretched quite far without the slightest hint of pain. Nathara's hands immediately went for their upper outside breasts, while Cathell cupped the lower. "I thought I had detected increased blood flow in the breast and loin regions," the cyclops said breathlessly, "It would explain the increased sensitivity." "Increased sensitivity?" Nathara asked, grinning widely, "That I've got to try." "Nrrrrgh! STOP IT!" Arilee shouted, "Please, stop it! I don't like being fondled by lesbian perverts!" "Well, judging from which set of legs has the hardest ache between them, I think you're lying." Nathara teased, moving her hand over, caressing the elf's netherlips. Arilee yelped, "Cease that lewd behavior at once!" she demanded, "It's un... un... oooh..." "Arilee, is self-pleasure considered a deviant act?" Cathell asked, hoping to defuse the situation. "...no..." the elf whispered, eyes and teeth clenched, trying to fight off the pleasure. "Do you feel this?" the cyclops asked, running her thumb over their top-right breast. "Yes." Arilee said, shivering at the caress. "What about this?" Nathara asked, moving her hand from Arilee's nethers and stroking her own. "I can f-f-feel that also." She hissed through clenched teeth. "Well... so can we." Nathara said with a chuckle. "Any pleasure I would give you or Nathara I am also giving to myself. Any sexual contact we engage in with each other is now by default a sort of masturbation." Cathell explained, "Which is something that, while not openly embraced, is something that your race would consider acceptable behavior as long as it is carried out in private, yes?" Arilee's blush deepened, "I... I suppose." "Good. Then let us make way to the bedroom where the toys are kept." "T-toys?" Arilee asked, at once frightened and curious. "Oh yeah, you didn't think two girls are just all about tongues and fingers and rubbing against one another, did you?" Nathara asked with a chuckle. "I... I'd never even thought about it." The elf said. The three made their way out of the office and began to walk down the hallway. "Could you please turn your head this way for a second, Arilee?" Cathell asked, "I want to see something." Arilee did, finding herself nose to nose with Cathell. "Why? What are you....?" The elf suddenly found the cyclops' tongue in her mouth, Cathell's lips meeting her own. Her eyes widened in surprise and she felt her anger begin to rise. But the rage she expected never came. Instead her anger popped like a bubble at the gentle sensations. Arilee had never been kissed before, not in this way, at least. She closed her eyes and did her best to return the favor. Cathell pulled away, leaving Arilee whimpering, eager for more. "Give that to Nathara." She said, chuckling. The elf blinked, not sure as to what Cathell wanted. She felt her head turning, not of her own will, she found her lips suddenly against the serpent's. Overcoming her initial anxiety, she hungrily pressed her tongue into Nathara's mouth, exploring the points of the sharp fangs, and the thin smoothness of her forked tongue. Arilee held onto the kiss, delighting in it. It didn't quench the burning in her loins, but it seemed to ignite another sort of fire that she found rather enjoyable. She found herself becoming lost in the sensations, only snapping back into full consciousness when she felt the three of them flopping onto the bed. She could feel a basket held in one of Cathell's hands. Curiosity overcame desire and she broke the kiss from Nathara, turning her gaze forward once more, peering over the large breast beneath her head to try and see what was in the basket. The elf found Nathara removing several long, brightly colored tube-like items from the basket. "As you have not experienced lovemaking yet, Nathara and I are going to concentrate on you for awhile. Ok?" Arilee nodded, extremely curious as to what was going to happen. "I hope you don't mind, Nathara, but the rubber-like ability of our body has given me a few ideas. Allow me to use your arms for a moment?" The serpent nodded, "Sure. I know how devious you can get with toys. I'm wondering what you're going to do with our little elfy in the middle too. Any protests, elfy?" Arilee giggled as Nathara's forked tongue slithered out and licked her cheek. She shook her head, "N-no. It's going to be fun, r-right?" Cathell nodded, a huge grin on her face, "Oh yes, it's going to be great fun." She said, reaching into the basket and removing several smaller objects. Arilee moaned as Nathara's scaled hands gripping her nipples, tugging them hard, pulling and stretching them away from her breasts. She cried out as the pressure continued, a pinching sensation added that made her tits seem to virtually radiate pleasure. Looking down she found her stretched nipples held in place with clothespins. "Oh... oh gods..." Arilee whimpered, "That feels so good." She bucked her hips, or at least she tried to, as a similar sensation shot through her loins. It made the ache in her sex that much greater, her sensitivity seemed to grow. She could feel the wetness on her thighs, as well as on the fingers that rubbed and caressed her aching pussy. "Oh... oh please," she moaned, "Do something about that ache! It feels like my sex is on f-fire!" "Well, there's a few ways we can do it, do you want the..." Cathell began to explain. Arilee growled and grabbed the cyclops by the hair, turning her head to meet the elf's gaze. "I don't care! Fucking put something me in already! Whatever feels good!" The elf felt something cool and smooth slip into her, parting her netherlips, being pushed deeper and deeper into her hungry snatch. There was a sudden, brief pain for a moment, and then Cathell flicked a switch on the toy, which began to buzz and throb deliciously inside Arilee. The elf moaned loudly, finding herself unable to hold back any longer. She could feel the arousal of her bodymates rising, the pleasure of their fused flesh's central sex making the others ache in envy. She couldn't stand to have any of that ache remain. She found her hands darting between their outer pairs of legs, fingers slipping into Nathara and Cathell as the toy had into Arilee. The cyclops and serpentkin yelped at the sudden movement and sensation. "Oh think you can do better, eh?" Nathara said with a grin, "Cathell, let me show her what happens to naughty newbies." Arilee found herself writhing at the sudden pleasure that filled her. The serpent had taken Arilee's netherlips and stretched them over the end of the vibrating toy, using the clothespins to pinch close the petals of her sex, sealing the toy inside. Arilee lost her concentration. She couldn't rub or caress anymore, the sensitivity of her rubberized flesh sent her spiraling deep down into animal lust. She lost herself in the deep, swirling tide of pleasure, allowing it to flow over her. She let herself loose, let the other use her arms, and let them add to their own pleasure with her help. It felt so incredible, Cathell and Nathara's pleasure, their arousal, their desire, it didn't add to her own. It multiplied it. It all built up, and up, and up, and up to a wonderful white hot moment of purest bliss. If that was what sex felt like, Arilee felt rather sure that she was going to be engaging in lots and lots of 'deviant' behavior. -o- Their shared triple climax left the trio breathless. They lay in the bed for awhile, letting the toys continue their buzzing. But the climaxes that followed seemed to minor in comparison, out of sync with each other. Cathell took the initiative, removing the clothespins and toys, setting them aside to be washed later. As the three regained their breath the cyclops noted that their hands seemed to be instinctively moving. She smiled at their placement. Her left and Arilee's right rested on their belly, between the upper and lower rows of breasts. The elf and the serpentkin had their right arms up by Nathara's head, similar to the placement of Cathell and the serpent left hands. Each of the six hands was entwined with another. It was a rather cute pose. The cyclops wondered how longer the delicious, tender, loving moment would go on. "Umm... girls?" Nathara asked, breaking the silence? Arilee mmmed softly in reply. "Yes?" Cathell asked. "I hate to bring this up and ruin the moment, but I think we might have a problem." Arilee blinked several times, pulling herself up from her drowsy cuddle-puddle state, "Which is?" she asked. "Umm... I may be wrong on this, it may be nothing." Cathell sighed, "What is it, Nathara?" Count on the snake to ruin paradise for the rest of them. "Girls, I do believe that we have to pee."

(F tf Sheep) A lanky merchant dressed in an assortment of miss-matched colorful clothing sleeps beside his cart of goods at the edge of Angress City. Was he so cheap that he went to sleep here rather than pay for a room at an inn, inside the actual city itself? Or perhaps he was just THAT tired after a long voyage to the city and assumed he was close enough that the city guard would keep vultures off him. Well, if that was the case, he is sorely mistaken. Most of the area immediately outside the tall stone city walls is a grassy plain before the farmlands even further out, but the traveler stopped on the main road, which is bordered by alternating apple and cherry trees- fruit baring trees that bare their boon in opposite seasons. Hidden in the branches, walking from tree to tree unseen is a woman wrapped in dark brown cloth from head to toe to hide in the night- a thief who spotted the traveler and immediately smelled the easy prey. A merchant and cart, with no bodyguard to be seen, and sleeping in the open where anyone at all could rob him? At this point he sort of deserves to be robbed. She plopped down on the roof of the cart and dug her metal-hooked toed boots on the edge and flipped upside down off the back to peer inside without having to set foot on the actual ground. His wears are all over the place; there does not appear to be any set theme, it is random items- though they all look highly valuable. She can only take the smaller items since she would need to hustle back to the city undetected while still carrying it all. An ornate ring, a pendant with a giant prismatic gemstone in it, a scepter inscribed with a forgotten language. There was two items left that she could carry but she could only take one of them. One was a very large tome that would normally be far too heavy to carry... except that it had a large hole missing straight through the entire book and spine, so that only about 10-20% of every page would actually be readable. Why did he even have this? Is it actually worth anything? The other looked like a much better option. What appeared to be a sphere of solid silver, etched with runes of an unknown language and what looked like pictographs of... something. It is old- the edges of the inscriptions are rounded from being handled and green-grey tarnish is formed in the crevices, which means it is not 100% pure silver, since pure silver tarnishes black. A bit smaller than a soccer ball, it is heavy but she can still tuck it under her arm and cloak and run with it like that- and so she did. The moment she touched it her mind seemed to slow for a moment. She wrapped it in her cloak to hide it fully and her brows furrowed at the odd feeling. She felt like she was forgetting something important, but could not fully remember what. She heard the yak wake up that had been pulling the cart, so she was out of time anyway, and jumped back into the tree to skitter back to the city with her loot. The woman is named Mary, and is quite beautiful. Tall and quite fit from her time climbing buildings and jumping from rooftops. Her skin a smooth brown like the cloths the wrapped herself in. Once back within the city walls she unwrapped herself and tossed the cloths over her shoulder with the items bundled inside to carry. If she wore the wraps around her head and face in the city the guards would get suspicious of her regardless of what she was caught doing. She pulled the grate off the basement window of a building and slipped inside- her current lair. Once inside she tossed the cloth over a large crate to use as a table and opened it up to examine her loot more carefully. She had to be careful of what she sells and to whom- if she sells this stuff to any old store without realizing what she held she might get caught if the store owner happens to be in the pocket of a wealthy man who ordered these be brought to the city in the first place. If it is a customized item people will know who it belongs to, and thus immediately know she had to have stolen it. When it came to the orb, Mary simply did not even know what it was. Is it just some exquisitely fancy dust collector? It is solid, so it isn't a container, it is too large to be an ornament, and has nothing on it that would allow you to affix it to anything. She nudged it with her finger, rocking it back and forth a bit. The bottom is slightly flat so that it can sit on a surface, but the engravings must have been very meticulously balanced, because the sphere keeps rocking back into place easily when she tries to disturb it. Mary smiled warmly, staring off into space for a moment. Her smile abruptly ended when she realized she did not know why she was smiling in the first place. Mary stared at the orb, again feeling sort of like she was forgetting something. Was it the orb? Did she actually know what it was? Has Mary actually seen the orb before, and forgot? She pressed her index against it and nudged it a bit, holding her finger in place this time. It felt sort of... warm? But it was odd- the silver sphere did not feel warm, her finger felt a warmth coming from the direction of the sphere. Like it was causing a reaction in her that was warming Mary up without actually being warm itself. Her heart felt warm too, and... full? A small, confused smile once again crossed her lips. It was like the feeling of being with family or having fun with friends. Mary took her finger off the orb and the feeling immediately started to fade. It is a magical artifact. It was giving her that feeling, that is the orb's purpose. But... what IS that feeling? Mary grabbed up the sphere in both hands and held it up, once again experiencing the induced feeling and smiling at the orb. She started to space out a bit, so did not really notice when her peripheral vision became sharper to the sides but blurrier at the top and bottom of her vision. Her pupils stretched horizontally. The feeling of having forgotten something important once again hit her. Is she supposed to know what this feeling is about? Mary only gets more curious about this the longer she examines it. She imagined a field, had she been to that place at some point and forgotten? Lots of green grass, the sun is warm, it seems very comfortable. Without a mirror she does not notice the roots of her hair take a sharp turn; bleaching itself from raven black all the way to a cream color! The coloration started to progress out her hairs from the roots, slowly fading out across her entire head of hair. Her eyebrows also started to bleach, and even her pubes under her clothing! As the color advanced down the hairs they started to bend, turning to waves, then ringlets, then curls, and then tightening to smaller and smaller curls! Her hair pulled up closer to her head as the forming curls caused it to fold in on itself and puff up out from her head! Her ears started to become slightly pointed, and her tail bones extended ever so slightly, mostly just muscle on the surface growing out and pulling the skin there into a rounded point. Mary stood up and placed a single hand on the sphere, this time trying to concentrate and fight the cloudiness; pondering her orb. She let the visions in, trying to focus on the details, trying to identify what it is that the orb is trying to show her. Just a field? There is nothing but rolling grass swaying in the breeze and blue skies with large, tall clouds scattered about creating moving motes of shade across the fields. In the real world a place like this would make Mary feel unnerved. Too open, no shelter- she could easily be seen from any direction and has nothing to work with herself. Too large of a space to read or control- she doesn't like what she cannot control. But in this vision she loves it and feels completely safe, like everything she needs is right there... even though there appears to be nothing there. In reality she was still oblivious to most of her changes, but still more started to emerge now. Her ears thinned and stretched and gained new muscles in the base to control their movement, allowing the now leaf-shaped ears to pivot to aim toward sounds to hear better. Her tail rapidly started to grow the same cream colored, ultra-dense curled hair on it that covered other parts of her body... wool. Her nails on both hand and foot darkened from translucent to grey, to dark grey, to a near-black charcoal. The nails also became nearly three times as thick as the coloration layered, but for now did not actually change shape at all. In the vision she noticed there was shade near her even though she was out in a field, and quickly turned to see she is surrounded by sheep! A large herd of them... but she is unusually low to the ground, putting her vision on the same level as theirs? She felt unusually comforted by their presence. Mary knew she would be safe with them around her. Mary abruptly yanked her hand back and almost stumbled to the floor from how violently she jarred back to reality. She had suddenly remembered that what she was seeing was only a vision and is supposed to be in a basement. The vision is so real that she had become partially lost in it, forgetting herself. Mary still does not understand what the orb is for though. What is the purpose of the vision? Is it trying to tell her something? At this point it seemed like a very intricate bauble for the rich- like a magical version of a kaleidoscope that just shows you something neat for mild entertainment. But that did not explain all the feelings Mary had when touching it- and in particular the feeling of almost but not quite remembering something important. Mary growled in frustration- knowing she was almost recalling something but still unable to fully. She was so absorbed in thought about the chilling absence of the feelings the orb gave her, and trying to puzzle out what she was trying to recall that she still did not notice any of her changes. The tail twitched whenever her train of thought shifted, or something physically touched it or the area around it- but it is so small that a twitch was the most it could move. Mary set the orb on her night table while returning the other artifacts to her makeshift sack to sell off. She could sell the others as-is. Even if she doesn't know what magic they have been charged with, they are made of fine metals and set with gemstones... she can just sell them as regular jewelry and let the buyer find out on their own what magic they are imbued with. The orb on the other hand had no discernable purpose outside of its magic, so she really needed to figure out what the heck it is. She ate a modest dinner that night and went to sleep. Normally she would be thinking of what she can do with the money she gets from her latest haul, but all she can think of this night is the feelings the orb gave her. She felt so warm, and satisfied. Completely absentminded, no conscious thoughts at all but still somehow fulfilled? Fuck selling the thing- she wanted the orb herself. The orb offered her a bliss money could not afford, but she must not be using it correctly. Mary is still missing something and she cannot figure out what. Mary's dreams unintentionally mirrored the visions the orb gave her. They started with her selling things and skulking around town looking for prey with heavy pockets. But then when she lifted the coin pouch off one bloke he seemed to vanish into his own clothes; re-emerging a sheep! As her dreams went on, blurring together scenes that had no business being linked together; more and more people were sheep, or turned into sheep, or were human but their voice was replaced with bleating! She tumbled through walls of buildings as they turned to hay instead of brick, stumbled over furniture that was reduced to stones and watched as the cobble road was lifted by grass growing below and consuming the stones, devolving the scenery from a city to a grassy plain. She stumbled into a young man, accidentally colliding heads with him a moment because he tripped too. What gave dream-Mary pause is that his head was adorned with the giant spiraling horns of a ram! In her dream she did not think this was strange in the slightest, and was instead incredibly turned on by it. The size of those horns... he seems so strong as masculine! What she was unaware of in reality however; is that the edge of her pillow overlapped the night stand, and jostled the orb enough that it rocked back and rolled onto the bed with her- and is now touching her body. Mary's heart beats faster from her dream encounter. Her nostrils seem to fold downward as the end of her nose extends a bit, making her nostrils wider than they are tall. Both her upper and lower jaw extend ever so slightly, and her scarlet lips become cleft at the top- the divot connecting up the middle of the front of her nose. Her lips became more thin. Her pussy clenched in arousal from her dream man, but then it clenched again without having relaxed first- causing it to shrink! Her pussy is becoming smaller, and tighter! What looked at first like two beauty marks also formed on her upper groin- spaced evenly apart. Mary bleated loudly like a sheep in reality, waking herself up from her dream while being unaware she had done it. When she went to sit up, she unintentionally placed her right hand on the orb. She realized the orb was there at the same moment its effects washed over her- so she could not will herself to remove her grip. The warmth spread through her entire body in a shockwave. No heat; it is not that kind of warmth. A happiness? The warmth of comfort and joy. She grinned without even knowing why she was grinning. So happy! Mary was so happy she started to chuckle to herself. "Heh... hehe, hah! Hehe-eh-e-e-e-e-e-e-eh!" Again bleating, but paying it no mind. Rather her mind was not even present- again whisked away by the whiles of the orb. She was in a field and trotting along ahead of the others- curious as to what lay beyond. Surely there must be a landmark SOMEWHERE, right? The field must have an end, something to give her more information as to what is going on. She got to the top of a hill and her heart locked in place and her entire body froze immediately in fear as she seen a wild dog bolt at her at full speed; fangs bared. Before it could reach her two rams flanked on either side, and one slammed into the side of the dog's head, making it yelp in pain and run away as soon as it regained its footing. The ram collided with it with enough force to nearly knock it out. A direct impact with its horns could even split its skull open, so the dog did not stick around. Mary let go of the orb briefly; her arm flinched from a gentle tickling sensation. A black fur started to form on her forearms and her shins. Unlike the wool it is both black and not at all long or curly- it is very fine, so it does nothing to hide her contours below it, making it very hard to see in the dark of night. She sat up, looking at the orb for a moment with her brows furrowed. The dog attack happened because she wandered from the herd- she did that consciously trying to learn more about the orb. And the other sheep reacted to it. That means what the orb is showing her is not pre-scripted. Is it projecting her consciousness somewhere else? Is there a false reality inside of the orb? Mary hovered her hand over the orb but did not touch it. Her thoughts were so... foggy. It was hard to think; the only persistent thought is that she is forgetting something. In her clouded thoughts her hand slowly sunk closer to the surface of the orb, and she felt the warmth slowly return to her. In reality her heart was tight- anxious and frustrated, trying to figure out what the orb is and what she is forgetting. Inside of the vision her heart is relaxed and warm and... full. She felt her pussy clench again and hummed in pleasure, squirming a bit in the bed, but then her entire body rocked higher on the bed entirely on its own! It felt like something colliding softly into her crotch?! She looked down at herself but there was nothing in the bed with her. Then she felt the electric pleasure of an object sliding up inside of her, penetrating her! In reality her pussy opened as if being spread by something, but there is nothing there. Mary clapped a hand firmly onto the orb and the vision clouded over her vision of reality again, and she immediately seen the ram... ramming her. She is laying on her back in the vision and the ram is thrusting his dick into her- stretching the walls of her now tiny pussy! The phallus of a sheep is long and narrow- so thin enough that it can actually get inside of such a narrow vulva, but long enough to fill her completely too. In reality her toes curled in pleasure as she rocked up and down on the bed. In reality she is rocking herself, since the ram is not even there, but she is doing it without any conscious input, making it seem like something else is doing it. The dark pink and red hues of her blushing vulva start to diffuse and her labia turn from magenta to glossy black. Her pubes seemed to grow denser, then longer, then paler as the hairs curled more and more- transforming into a plume of wool rather than hair at all. The muscles in her foot from curling her toes seem to bloat a moment, before pulling straight in a direction they are not meant to- yanking the foot itself longer! The bones of her upper foot get pulled together as it is stretched longer and thinner, and start to grow in size- fusing together. Her central toe shrinks into nothingness as the two beside it grow in width and the already too-thick nail grows in proportion swallowing the ends of the widening toes entirely. The smallest and largest of her toes gets pulled back and around the sides as her foot at first looks like it is being folded in half, before fusing. The nails evolve into triangular hoof segments, leaving her with cloven hooves rather than feet at all- what had formerly been her sole was now a cannon bone. Mary still made subtle paddling motions with her new hooves from the pleasure as the phantom ram thrust into her. Somehow the dream-Mary knew the ram fucking her is the same one that saved her from the dog. He is so strong and brave! The black fur is slowly spreading out, consuming her lower legs entirely and starting to climb up across her thighs! Her pussy was just as wet in reality as in the vision, but in the vision the ram filled her with cum and made her bleat in giddy joy as she shuddered in orgasm with him. In reality, she was filled momentarily with her own juices and squirt all over the foot of her bed as she unintentionally brought herself back to reality when her body curled from the involuntary muscle contractions from her powerful orgasm. This was only enhanced and echoed by new nerves blooming in her groin... as the glossy black flesh of the two marks bled further outward, encompassing her entire crotch, shoving the wool aside! Now the original dots stood out as large bumps united across an entire patch of black, and then the bumps started to push outward on soft hills of forming mammary flesh. Mary's brow furrowed in utter confusion when she looked for the ram but could not find him. Where is she? She looked at the orb wondering where it brought her, but then recalled this dark place... this is her... home? Oh, right, she was in the grassy area thanks to the orb. She let go of it, so of course she returned here. She went to put a hand on her hot pussy in the afterglow of climax, but instead bumped the two small hills, and is once again confused. Boobs aren't supposed to go there? When she looked down though- her boobs are exactly where she left them under the only clothing she wore to bed- her night shirt- this was a forming udder. Aren't udders supposed to be bigger than breasts though? Or at the very least she would think they are supposed to be the same size... why are hers so tiny? Were they always this small? It is a wonder she attracted such a powerful ram with such pathetic endowments. Mary groped them disappointingly, but as the tingle of pleasure warmed them, they started to firm up and swell out! She smiled and started groping them and tugging the forming teats more eagerly, trying to encourage their growth so she would look better for her handsome ram. Mary is not touching the orb, but the orb is touching her; her body indents the bed, which caused the orb to roll up against her side. Her shirt is keeping it off her bare skin, so she is not seeing a vision. The teats became as wide as they are long, and the twin udder segments ballooned out firm but very soft. As it became larger, a maze of fat veins became visible at its base trailing onto her torso to feed it all the materials it will need to make milk. The teats were like wide cones with rounded ends, and did not point forward or down- they point diagonally off to either side. Sheep are so low to the ground that lambs do not have much headspace to get under their mothers- so the teats are angled to allow them to drink from beside their mom. Her udder segments became just as large as her breasts and Mary rolled onto her hands and knees and stood her legs up onto her hooves to feel the weight on her crotch! It felt really good, it made her proud. Mary has great titties! All the rams will want her! She started to thrust her hips to feel the udder wobble, and her smile widened even more as she felt it growing AGAIN! What Mary did not notice is that her bare wrist was now touching the orb, and her udders were not growing on their own- they are stealing mass. As they grow still larger and fatter; her breasts shrink and her top becomes looser. The fat insulated mass of the udders is so impossibly soft and squishy, but the skin is taught and the muscle rib that divides the segments is strong, so they jiggle when she jostles and undulate like a water balloon with her more violent movements. Her udders even started to make muffled sloshing sounds as the milk production immediately started into overdrive! Wool starts to sprout in the valley between diminishing breasts, and soon the wool projects further out than her breasts do! Her udders filled with heat and gentle pressure, doubling in weight quickly as they filled and grew at the same time! Her breasts dwindled, and then even the nipples were flattened by the skin pulling taught across her chest, and then the coloration of the areola faded away as she forgot she even had them in the first place. The wool then started to spread out over the grave of the former breasts, forming a triangular patch of wool across her chest. The pressure collected and concentrated to her fat cone teats and Mary started to moan as the pressure became almost itchy. Her moans became higher pitched and quickly degraded into stuttered bleats! Beads of white formed around the surface of her ebon teats and slowly collected and rolled lower and fell to the bed under her. Mary's little pom-pom tail vibrated back and forth over her. Her body shivered in pleasure of the growing bounty. The milk started to trickle, then with a loud long bleating in pleasure, her teats erupted a short but powerful stream of milk in either direction! The force of the stream scratched the itch the pressure created in her teats, playing with the pleasure nerves from the inside out. Mary collapsed on her side, exhausted from what almost felt like an udder-orgasm. She needed to catch her breath; she was bleating so much she winded herself. Something was wrong though. This situation seemed strange, unnatural. Something had changed but she cannot think of what. She wants to just give in to the pleasure and grab the orb and return to her happy place but at the same time there is an annoying, nagging feeling that something is wrong. When she flops over the orb gently rolls over, following the impression on the mattress and gently nudges up against her belly and lightly brushing the upper curve of her udders. She feels very warm, making it harder to catch her breath because now she is somewhat panting too. Wool spreads on her chest in a narrow strip down and from her crotch up, trying to connect in the middle. More wool starts to sprout on her upper back as well now! Grrr, what was she forgetting?! Mary grabbed the orb with her hands, though did not move it from where it was, because she was still too tired to actually get up anyway. The nagging feeling of wrongness and forgetting immediately faded and she was filled with giddy bliss again, and the grassy field faded in across her vision. In the real world though, her body started to shrink a bit, causing her shirt to momentarily become loose on her again... before the wool started to take care of that. It continued to grow longer and denser, puffing out further and further off her body, filling her very loose top now entirely with wool like she was wearing a pillow! Her body only shrank a little overall, and a little more in only select places, eliciting cracking and popping sounds from her bones in rapid fire as they were forced into a different shape. Her thighs became a bit longer horizontally and her hips changed shape, causing her legs to get yanked up so they stick straight out- no longer able to easily bend in the same ways as before... no longer able to stand on two legs. The wool started to stand out on her lower back, consuming her midriff and lower body now too- though her limbs seemed immune, and instead gained a coat of fine black fur. Her hands stretched longer, then more narrow- looking like they were being forcefully folded in half and then fused together in that position like her feet had been. The multitude of tiny bones that make up her hands grew together, reshaping into an inflexible cannon bone. This however caused her ability to grip to fade away, causing her grasp on the orb to drop. The orb was still sitting against her so the effects did not abruptly end- but it caused her vision to fade in and out as she attempted to re-grab the orb several times and failing. Mary looked down at it, trying to figure out why she could not grab it anymore. She seen her cloven hooves but did not understand why she could not grip it. It did not occur to Mary that she isn't supposed to have hooves in the first place, and that IS the reason she cannot grip it. Flipping back and forth between reality and the orb's vision though caused her brain to finally click! Oh gods! That is what she is forgetting! That vision she keeps seeing isn't reality! She has been futzing with the orb so much that she forgot that what she was seeing is just a vision, not reality! Why would a sheep live in a basement?! Mary is a cute sheep, she is supposed to be out in the fields, the orb had confused her into thinking she was a human for some reason. Why would anyone make an orb to do that? What was even the point? She needed to use the orb to turn her back to normal so she could go home... her real home, that is. That is what the field is; it is a farm plot far out on the edge of Angress- at the edge of the plot is a grassy field that stretches on seemingly forever, because no one owns that land yet- the city has not expanded that far. But she can't go back as a part-human freak! Mary cannot hold the orb properly so she uses both front hooves to shove it into the cleft of the top of her udder, wrapping as much bare skin around the tarnished silver sphere as possible. She panted and bleated as the magic entered her body now with enough strength to be felt on its own- a rippling wave of warm tingling, pulling her body into a different shape from the inside out. The wool filled her shirt so severely that it started to tear at the seams! Her neck grew a bit longer and a good bit thicker, and her face started to push out slowly as her voice distorted- the reverberations in her voice becoming more severe. The bridge of her nose became wider with a loud pop and leveled itself with her forehead. The brown color of her skin became hidden as the black fur that is on her limbs also started to grow from the edges of her face forward to consume it all. The wool advanced up onto her neck. The longer her face stretched the further upward the bridge of her nose and forehead was tilted, till eventually the muffled cracking sounds started to slow and her nose and forehead were pointing straight up! Her face had grown long enough that her eyes were forced out to the sides of her head- like a prey species. Not a particularly long muzzle- sheep have heads shaped roughly like a rounded triangle. Mary bleat in confusion at the orb pressed into her. Why was she holding this thing again? What even is it? Touching it did not seem to do anything at all, so she just ignored it and stood up off the bed, clopping down onto the hard floor and trying to look for a way out of this dark place. She needed to get back to her herd! The traveler found her the following afternoon. Mary had been baahing relentlessly so the shop owner upstairs went to complain only to find an abandoned sheep in place of Mary. Once the odd sheep was brought to light, the traveler found his missing artifacts and sighed. He put on a thick leather glove before trying to pick up the orb while looking at Mary and shaking his head. "Well, made a right fool of yourself haven't ya? The orb is a cursed artifact- bestows the mind of a sheep on whoever touches it, and once the body is convinced it should be a sheep... well..." He motioned over Mary. "Now you are a sheep. No undo button on this thing I am afraid. To turn you back you would need to still have humanity to force the incorrect shape out of you, but you forgot yourself entirely- the old you simply doesn't exist anymore. Can't turn you back if you don't exist." He opened the sheet to see the other missing artifacts, once again shaking his head, speaking to the sheep even though he knows she can't understand him. "Didn't you think it was weird that I would be out in the middle of nowhere without any sort of escort? I am not a merchant; I am transporting cursed artifacts for proper disposal. Everyone else is smart enough to not try and rob me, because literally everything in my cart is cursed and can probably kill you." On the bright side... Mary did not mind. In fact, she is incapable of minding because she cannot remember being human in the first place to be able to miss it. That blissfully content feeling she felt when touching the orb? That is her life now, she does not need the orb for it anymore. The feeling of being safe and comfortable in her herd as they transported her to the very field the orb had shown her. She did not need to steal anything to survive here, she did not need to hide from anyone. She did not live in a dark, cold basement- she lives with a loving herd in the sun and gentle breeze. She would find her handsome ram again as well. Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. Though her wool is pale, her actual fur is still as black as a starless sky, reflecting closer what she once had. So, bah bah black sheep. Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir- . . .

Britania's Ordeal The young Dark Dragoon leaned against the solid rock face of Mount Ordeals, wiping the undead ichor from her lance with a cloth. She had spent most of the day trekking up the sacred mountain, fighting off the animated corpses and restless spirits of the dead that guarded Ordeals' secrets from the unworthy. Her name was Britania Strangeways, and she hailed from the Kingdom of Baron. Long ago this mountain had been sealed, and the great hero Cecil Harvey and his allies had fought their way to the peak of Ordeals, to redeem the Dark Knight's spirit and gain the power needed to defeat the dark forces of Zemus the Lunarian, though they hadn't known that at the time. Later on in their quest, a long sealed segment of Ordeals had opened up, offering trials to test the worthiness to fight of several of the great heroes of the Crystal War. Legend had it that the entrance to the Cave of Trials still existed, but only revealed itself to one who was worthy. But the peak of Ordeals still offered hope to any who could make their way to the Hall of Mirrors. Usually one attempted the journey with others who wished to prove themselves worthy, redeem past sins, or receive a token enhancing personal power or might. For some it unlocked the power of the grandest of magics, Meteor, Holy, Quick, and the power to call upon the God of Summoned Monsters himself, Bahamut. But Britania wasn't here for any of those reasons. She had been raised by the state of Baron and had for a long time held a place in its army. Her rare skill to wield a lance in the tradition of the Dragoons, to wear the armor of the Dark Knights, and to cast the spells of a Black Mage was a rare and somewhat unique combination indeed. She pushed off the wall, having regained her breath. The split peak of Ordeals wasn't too far above her, she could see the bridge to the Hall of Mirrors, and about a hundred feet below that, the spot where Scarmiglione fell to his death, at the hands of the Great Heroes. His second death, actually, maybe his third. Britania wasn't quite sure what Scarmiglione was in the first place anyway. Britania climbed Ordeals not for glory, or redemption, or for power, but for knowledge. Knowledge not of magic but of herself, and of her family. She had been orphaned the day she had been brought into the world, birthed from a sorceress known only as Elena, a near-mad mystic that had arrived in Baron via Mysidia's Serpent Road. She had been dressed in Mysidian robes, but as far as anyone could determine that was not her place of birth. As best as anyone ever found, Elena of the Strange Ways had been a pilgrim journeying to Ordeals, an easily noticeable person in the town of mages due to her tall, statuesque beauty, porcelain skin, and lilac hair. She had gone to Ordeals on her own, and seemed to have returned an insane wreck. She found work as a mixer of potions for one of Baron's goods merchants, where her knowledge of medicine and magic could be utilized, and her mutterings to herself about scaled beasts and terrible deeds committed below the earth were kept away from the ears of paying customers. Elena had died in childbirth, and none were surprised. She had never been the healthiest of individuals. Magic took a great deal out of a person, those who devoted their lives in whole to it by their sacrifice, and training the mind over the body ended up with a weak constitution and a frail physique. By all accounts, Elena had been a powerful sorceress, she had shown mastery of powerful White and Black magics, and a hint of the use of Grey, the rare Space and Time magic that was practiced by few, and understood by even less. For so young a woman to wield so great a power, she would have had to make great sacrifices indeed. As powerful a sorceress as Elena had been, she wasn't quite in touch with the real world. She often forgot to eat, she never seemed to notice wounds, which often got infected. The fact that she had been suffering from the terrible pains of Ghoul Fever when she arrived in Baron hadn't helped either. Her body had been made even more frail from the terrible wasting disease that she had never recovered from. But despite it all, Britania had come into the world a healthy child with a full head of lavender hair. It had earned her the taunting words of the other children in her youth, and she had dyed it the moment she figured out how to do so on her own, a practice she kept up to this day. Though less often than she used to, as her helmet covered her hair most of the time, allowing her to let it grow out a bit before needing to recolor it again. If her hair had been silver, as that of the royal family was, odds were she wouldn't have been mocked. Nor if she had been raised in Mist, where strange hair colors were the norm and indicative of a strong ability in summoning. But it was lilac, and she was born in Baron, and so things occurred as they did. What she quested after was the knowledge of her family, who her mother had been before her madness, who her father was, where her kin had come from, and if any still lived. Thoughts of her goal filled the Dragoon's mind as her body glided effortlessly in battle, her spear whistling through the air, knocking skeletons to pieces. Britania rounded a corner and found her breath caught in her chest. What stood in front of her, perhaps a few strides away were strange creatures, not the undead and damned spirits she had fought on the way up, but strange creatures. They appeared to be women from the waist up, beautiful women at that, but serpents from the waist down. Five had radiant sea green hair, the scales of their tails a scintillating pink with shimmering blue markings. Four were blonde, with the pattern of a diamondback rattlesnake on their serpentine halves. Two more sported pale blue skin and metallic blue scales with navy spots upon their bodies. The last featured pale porcelain skin, and scales of brilliant gold and red. It was the latter three that gave Britania pause, for they had hair of purest lilac, the very shade of her own. The Dragoon ducked back behind the corner. Lamias, that's what they were called. There were legends that they appeared on Ordeals, but they were thought to be nothing but myth. They were believed to inhabit the Tower of Bab-il alone, and no where else in the world. But here were a dozen individuals where none were supposed to be! Living beings did not reside on Ordeals, at least not for long. Undead did cluster in groups, but never more than a handful at a time, easily able to be handled. But twelve of these she-creatures was definitely beyond the Dark Dragoon's own capabilities. They were too spread out to all target with a single lightning bolt, and even with her famed Dragon Jump, Britania was sure to be mobbed on the ground while she recovered between leaps. She peeked around the corner, judging the distance, maybe she could use her Dragon Jump to hop over them and make a retreat? The stairwell to the next level of Ordeals was nearby, and monsters tended to avoid the stairs as they were treacherous places. While the spirits could simply float around, the clumsy skeletons and zombies might accidentally end their un-lives with a careless misstep. Britania wasn't sure how well a Lamia could slither up stairs, but she was willing to take the chance. She stepped out from behind the ledge and tensed her legs for the jump. The golden-scaled Lamia turned, apparently deciding to talk to another one of her group, and caught Britania out of the corner of her eye. The serpent woman turned her head quickly, meeting Britania's gaze. The Dragoon couldn't break eye contact, she couldn't move, all she could do was stare. Oh no. she thought, no, no no! She recalled her lessons on Bab-il creatures, and recalled the mind-warping gaze of the Lamia, that which could bind the heart of even the most powerful warrior to the will of the she-snake. She wanted to run, wanted to flee, but she couldn't move an inch. She could feel the unwanted emotion rising up in her, noticing for the first time that the creatures wore no clothing only a few items of jewelery. Rings, tiaras, and bracelets mostly. An unwanted heat began to build in her loins as desire filled her, a desire for the female form that had been present at times in her life, but often ignored and never acted upon. The golden Lamia crooked a finger, and Britania found herself walking towards them, placing her spear in its harness across her back. "Look at this, sisters," the golden Lamia said, "A new female plaything for our amusement." One of the blues slithered up to Britania, her hands tracing over the Dragoon's armor. "A warrior, powerful and beautiful as well. A wonderful prize." she purred. The other blue did much the same, removing Britania's helm. "Indeed, such a pretty face and such fair skin. A rare specimen of beauty. A pity that she hides her body in armor." The rattlers conversed amongst themselves for a moment, giggling before slithering over, dexterous hands working straps and buckles, beginning to strip the warrior of her armor and weapons. In a few moments Britania stood dressed in nothing save her undergarments, gauntlets, greaves, and boots. She lowered her head and blushed deeply. "Oh sisters, it seems we have a demure little pet to p..." the gold paused, slithering closer, her clawed fingertip running over the crown of Britania's head, running over the lilac roots of her hair. The lead Lamia backed away, a fanged grin on her beautiful face, "Sisters, it appears that we may have more than a pet here. Tell me, pet, can you cast spells?" Britania found herself nodding and speaking in a dreamy voice, completely enraptured by the golden Lamia, "Yes, Mistress. I am able to utilize Black magic of a mid line level." The Lamia's smile widened, "Excellent. Sisters, we have finally found a subject for the ritual that we have traveled here to discover. The Ascension of Gia has found its first subject of this day and age." Those words seemed to please the other Lamias greatly. Britania, in her mind-controlled state, couldn't help but feel proud that she had brought them joy, though the name Gia associated with the ritual sent a shiver though her body, the part of her that was still under her own control wincing at the mention of it. Gia was a name associated with forbidden knowledge, the legends told of her in centuries past, a sorceress who desired immortality for the sake of knowledge. She wished to gather all that could be known, and knew that a human lifetime was insufficient for the task. She had extended her life, giving up her humanity piece by piece for extensions to her lifespan. She became a monster for knowledge, and her discoveries had brought many creatures into the world. "You may call me Mistress Ralael, little sister." the golden Lamia said, placing a hand on the small of Britania's back, guiding her forward, "And what are you called?" "Britania Strangeways, Mistress." the Dragoon found herself replying. Ralael nodded, making a motion with her other hand becoming the other Lamias on. "Well, Britania, you may consider yourself incredibly lucky. I do not know what your reasoning for being on this mountain is, but my sisters and I have acquired the item we have sought, and now have the perfect subject with which to use it upon." "Gather her armor and bring it along." the Lamia leader instructed her smaller, pink scaled kin, "She might wish use of it later. Study tonight sisters, for tomorrow we grant Britania her freedom from this weak body." The five Lamias nodded, doing as they were told, while the rest followed behind Britania and Ralael. "You are about to have a great honor bestowed upon you, little sister." Ralael said to her Dragoon pet, "You will be the first since the Crystal Wars to undergo this ritual, which was lost to our race when the paladin Cecil slew our kin coming down this very mount." "Our kin, Mistress?" Britania asked, curious. "Why, yes, little one. Our kin." Ralael said with a smile. "Why do you keep calling me little sister?" "Because you are. You're one of us, born of a union of human and Lamia." the Lamia leader purred, finding delight in informing Britania of her heritage. The Dragoon shivered, not from the chill of the approaching night and her state of undress, but from the knowledge just bestowed upon her. She had set out to take on Ordeals, in order to learn of her family and where she had come from, and know she knew the answers to her questions. She had been conceived by a serpent creature. The blood of monsters flowed through her veins. Britania shivered once again, realizing sage advice present in the words "Be careful what you wish for." -o- The Dragoon sat on Ralael's tail as the Lamias gathered around the fire in a hidden cavern below Ordeals. This particular cave featured a path between the Underground and the surface world. The maze of tunnels beneath the earth was impassible to any who did not already know the way, making it a wonderful place to shelter from unwanted discovery. An hour's trek lead them to a wide cavern with a Traveler's Field in the center, a runic circle that would produce a fire that would burn for hours with only meager fuel, and put off a calming scent that made fighting difficult and kept beast-minded monsters away. Britania had followed the Lamias at Ralael's side, walking peacefully, silently, speaking only when spoken to due to the enchantment placed upon her. Despite this, she had managed to learn a great deal. Ralael took it upon herself to instruct the half-Lamia in the aspects of a heritage that the Dragoon hadn't known existed but a few hours before. Ralael was the designated Matriarch of this band of Lamias due to her age, experience, strength, and skill. A Lamia's scale coloration showed her strength and her power. The pink and blue coloration was that of a juvenile, one who had yet to tap into skill in combat, casting, or racial abilities. Britania learned the names of the five youths, Tyilae, Eodai, Eori, Haili, and Istyria, though matching the names to the proper Lamia was beyond her. The rattler Lamias, Ailoru, Naena, Tyasri, and Dairith were all warriors, skilled combatants with fangs and claws. They were a new sort of Lamia that though ritual enhanced their own serpentine aspects. They lacked the Charm gaze of the other elders, but their fangs and claws were capable of injecting a powerful poison, and the strikes of their powerful tails could render a foe unable to move. The two blues, Isur and Aena, were magic users, one Black and one White. In most groups, either would be strong enough to be the Matriarch. But with such an important task as the recovery of the Ascension of Gia, which Britania still hadn't learned a thing about, the group was under the command their Queen Ralael. Apparently she was that much more a cut above her fellows than would normally be found in such a small band. Rather than a title of royalty, Queen was a title of skill and prestige, of one who was a master of both hand to hand combat and magic use. Britania had seen Ralael's skill in action, devastating a Mythril golem with a Flare spell, one of the most powerful Black magic spells in existence, far, far ahead of Britania herself was able to cast. Britania sat, finishing off the cup of tea that Ralael had given her, watching the Lamias prepare for bed. Some just curled up their tails and rested atop them, while others coiled around one another, sleeping in a serpentine hug that reminded the Dragoon of snakes balling together for protection and warmth. The four rattlers entwined their lower bodies in a way that allowed them to avoid laying their upper bodies on the bare ground, and wrap their arms around another at the same time. They all looked happy and peaceful, several shared passionate kisses with one another before drifting off to sleep. The Dragoon couldn't help but lick her lips, imagining what that must feel like. She felt the needful ache in her loins intensify, the persistent result of the constantly renewed Charm spell. Seeing the lamias act as they did brought forth from the back of her mind a question. "You like what you see?" Ralael asked with a grin. Britania nodded, "Very much so, Mistress. But I do have a question." "Ask." purred the Lamia Queen, taking the empty cup from her pet's hands. "Where are the male Lamias?" the Dragoon asked. "Why, they're right here of course." Ralael said, gesturing to the rest of the band. "But you all look like females." Britania replied, not understanding. Ralael just chuckled. "Let me show you." she whispered, slipping her fingers into Britania's panties and drawing a gasp from the enthralled Dragoon as the Lamia caressed her nether lips. Britania felt... confused. Her desire was finally being attended to, but she felt conflicted, even under the influence of the Charm spell. She wanted Ralael, wanted to pleasure her, wanted to be pleasured by her. But the unpleasant sting of the punishment that had been inflicted upon her when she had kissed another girl as a youth leaped to mind as a half-remembered warning against such acts. She was magically bound, her desire artificial. She wanted sex, but she knew her lust wasn't her own. It was rape of a sort, and then again it wasn't. It felt wrong, but it also felt so right. Britania couldn't make up her mind as to if her feelings were real or false. She was half Lamia, and she wasn't bound by human culture any more. Ralael was a leader of her people, if she would engage in this, than it was okay in Lamia society. But then again... But... but... but... argument and counterargument filled the Dragoon's mind. But all evaporated as she suddenly found her head pressed against a large, pale skinned breast pressed against her face, a lavender nipple forced into her mouth. "Pleasure me." came the command from the Lamia Queen, and the bound Britania had no choice put to obey. She slipped off her gauntlets, her bare hands sliding over the Lamia's smooth skin and even smoother scales, running down the sides of her body, down to the Ralael's hips, moving inward on her scaled underbelly, back up to her trim, muscled tummy, and up to her beautiful, full breasts. This wasn't her own action, Britania decided. She was being forced to do this, yes. A warrior of Baron magically compelled to pleasure a monster against her will. She was a young woman forced to take part in, and enjoy, the act of lesbianism. It was definitely rape. And with that decided the Dragoon was finally free to fully act, one hand moving from Ralael's breast to her own, following the Queen's own hand into her underthings, hooking her thumb in the band and pulling them down. Britania pulled her head away from the Lamia's breast, allowing herself to remove her panties entirely. Ralael aided her pet in her undressing, a simple motion with her clawed finger cutting Brit's bra in half and tossing it aside disdainfully. Her forked tongue slithered out, circling the Dragoon's breast in a slow spiral before coming to the sensitive center and rubbing the nipple, which sent a shiver through Britania's body and drew a moan from her lips. The Lamia curled her tail back, allowing Britania to kneel with her mistress' tail between her legs, the Dragoon's moist sex rubbing against the smooth scales of Ralael's underbelly. Britania's hands sought the slit she had noticed on the Lamia's underside, a thin area where the plate-like belly scales split in half. Her fingers parted it easily, finding the warm, wet folds of the she-snake's sex. Her fingers moved upward. The Lamia was cunt designed to accommodate the exit of eggs and thereby making it larger than the human version, or so Britania thought. About halfway up her hands encountered something she hadn't expected. It was something just as warm and wet, but hard as well. Ralael pulled her head back from the half-breed's breast, allowing Britania to watch in rapt fascination as the Lamia Queen's cock slid free from its confinement. The Dragoon understood the Queen's words, the Lamias were all male, and all female, both in one. The sight sent a shiver through her body, she was more aroused than she had ever been before, looking down at the Lamia Queen's cock. It wasn't at all like that of a human's, nor was it like that of a serpent's, though it shared features of both. The same lilac shade as Ralael's hair and nipples, the shaft was large, perhaps sixteen inches in length, but thin looking. The twin heads, one above the other, were about an inch and a half in diameter and were kind of triangular in shape, the two tips coming to a point. Compared to a human length, one seemed to be upside down, with the slight split facing upward. It tapered down slowly, growing thicker until it was as big around as Britania's wrist at the base, covered in strange conical nodules, aligned in two rows on the elliptical shaped shaft, bigger up and down than it was left to right. The nodules grew larger the further down they were, until they stopped two thirds of the way down the length, where the shaft thickened and became rounded, a number of thick rings appearing. Britania knew what they were for, having once visited a store that sold pleasure objects for women, just out of curiosity. The texture added pleasure, supposedly. She shivered again, a cascade of her juices leaking onto Ralael's tail. The Dragoon wrapped her hands around the solid section of tail, slowly bringing them up the slick length, and back down again. She raised her head, looking into her mistress' face, smiling as she rose up and prepared to lower herself onto Ralael's rod, but the Lamia placed a hand in her lap, pushing her back down. "No, my pet, you must be pure for your Ascension in the morning. You haven't mated a male in the past week have you?" The half-breed shook her head, it had been a long time since she had sex, period. She had had a few men in her life, but most of her pleasure came from her own fingers, except for those the times she had been stationed on Kaipo patrol. All alone in the middle of nowhere, with no one but her riding lizard to keep her company. "Good." Ralael purred, lifting Britania up by the waist with ease, sliding the Dragoon's legs over her shoulders, bringing Britania's sex up against her lips, her long tongue immediately diving into the Dragoon's depths. Britania felt her muscles turn to water at the pleasure of it. She had never felt such pleasure, the Lamia's skilled tongue twisting about inside of her, caressing all the right places, her upper lip moving in such a way to stimulate Britania's clit. The Dragoon moaned with pleasure as the Ralael's hands found her breasts. It was sheer sexual bliss. She didn't mind at all when the Lamia curled her tail upwards, bringing the tip of her maleness to Britania's mouth. She opened her lips wide, allowing the Lamia Queen's cock to enter, slipping down into her throat with ease. Being partially serpent explained something that Britania had discovered about herself a young age due to numerous eating related dares and contests. She had no gag reflex, allowing her to gulp down whatever she could fit in her mouth. She mmmed around her mistress' member, eyes closing in bliss as she sucked, delighting in the salty sweet taste of the precum that seemed to leak from those small nodules. She felt Ralael's tail coiling around her body, soft scales pressing against her skin, a hug that no human would ever be able to duplicate. She could feel the tension building in her body, the hot pressure of climax in her belly. She didn't want to cum, not yet. She wanted this wonderful embrace to go on forever. But Ralael's skill was too much for her. A muffled moan escaped her throat as she crossed her legs behind the Lamia's head, pushing her sex against Ralael's face. The Lamia mmmed happily, her agile tongue quickly lapping up Britania sweet nectar. The she-serpent uncoiled from the Dragoon, shifting her eagerly sucking pet into a different position, allowing herself to lay down with the half-breed's lips still wrapped around her cock. She placed a hand on Britania's head. "Sleep." she commanded, "You will bring me pleasure filled dreams as we both rest." -o- The Dragoon awoke the next morning after dreams of dragons and serpents seducing her, snuggling with her, mounting her, filling her with eggs. Dreams where her body grew covered with scales. Dreams where she slithered on her belly and hunted rodents. Dreams where she burned villages to the ground with her fire breath. Dreams where she ruled a scaled empire atop a golden throne. She awoke without the burning in her loins of the Charm spell. She awoke with Ralael's hard, erect cock in her mouth. The half-breed pulled away slowly, letting the Lamia Queen's dick slip from her mouth, thread of sticky precum linking her lips and the lavender shaft. She wiped them away with her hand, making slow movements, not wanting to awaken the Lamia while she was still in control of herself. Britania sat up, looking around. The rest of the Lamia band was still asleep. Her eyes darted around the cavern, seeking her spear. The Dragoon attempted to ignore the feeling of fullness from her belly, a pleasant, warm, liquid fullness. She found her Dark Spear resting on the rock that Ralael was pressed up against. It wasn't quite in arms' reach, but if she leaned just a bit, she could grab it. The fire had died, the calming scent no longer in the air. The Lamia Queen was defenseless. This was her opportunity to escape. But did she really want to escape? Her lavender hair, her lack of a gag reflex, the attraction to females and scaled creatures that had been present for her entire life. Her mother's pregnancy beginning after her return from Ordeals was more than mysterious. The pieces fit. They made sense. But Elena Strangeways had had lilac hair as well. Could it be that Britania wasn't half-Lamia? She looked down at the sleeping form of Ralael, she looked so beautiful, so wonderful, the perfect ideal of beauty to Britania's mind. To humans she would be considered perverse, finding the ideal lover being one possessing a female form. She would be called worse than that if anyone had every discovered her literal love of riding lizards, the creatures that thrived in the dry heat of the desert where chocobos could not. The Dragoon had traveled to Ordeals to find the answer to the question of her ancestry, and she had found it here, with creatures that the rest of the world called monsters. She had been sired by one of them, by a creature who was male and female, able to satisfy her eyes and fill her sex. What would be awaiting her if she returned to Baron? Nothing but a rigid military structure that would not understand her natural desires, that would shun her for them. She knew that it was a one in a million chance that she would find a mate, a true mate. Someone who understood her, loved her, accepted her, knew of her desires and her heritage and embraced them. Britania stood and smiled. This was where she belonged. She knew in her heart what she was. She wouldn't deny it any longer. Nor would she keep up the lie she had told herself the previous night. She had thought the Charm spell had begun to fade as she ate dinner last night, but she dismissed the idea, since the ache in her loins had remained. It wasn't the false need of the spell that had aroused her, but her own desire. She had made love to Ralael of her own desire and her own free will. She walked to the fire pit, tossing a chunk of dried mushroom into the ashes, using the flame rod placed nearby to set it alight. She looked over her body in the light of the flames. Pale, perfect skin, always free from even a single hair that was not upon her head another oddity explained away by her Lamia blood. As Britania thought, more and more pieces of the puzzle that was her life slide into place. She smiled and shook her head, she could not return to Baron, not knowing what she knew, not having felt what she had experienced with Ralael. She shivered as she recalled the sensations that the Queen's tongue had given her, something no human could every replicate. This was what she was. This was her family. For the first time in her life, Britania truly fit in. She was little different that any of the she-serpents around her, save for the fact that she walked upon two legs, rather than slithered about on a scaled tail. But that didn't seem to matter them. They called her 'little sister.' Even under Ralael's thrall, the Queen had treated her well. The she-serpent's soft touch, guiding her and making sure she didn't get lost. The Queen always moving with Britania by her side, arm around her, pulling her close against the Lamia's own body. She treated the half-breed far better than any commanding officer ever had. And the other Lamias? They had been kind, friendly, playful. Naked, save for her boots, in a cavern beneath Mount Ordeals, surrounded by she-serpents that the rest of the surface world despised, dried Lamia saliva between her legs, still moist precum on her face and neck, Britania felt something that she never had before. For the first time in her life, Britania truly felt at home. She smiled and warmed herself by the fire, hearing the yawns of Isur and Aena, the two mage-serpents stirring from slumber. Britania placed the tea kettle on the fire, preparing the morning tea. She gasped softly as the two blue Lamias coiled around her, each kissing a side of her neck. "Good morning, little sister." Aena whispered into her ear, the White mage identifiable by her darker hair, thicker build and her bracelets, alternating red and white triangles set into silver, the universal mark of White magic. "I'm glad you've decided to stay with us." Isur purred into the other, her hair worn looser than that of the other magic user. She also wore a tiara with a black gemstone and fingerless black gloves. "H-how did you know?" Britania said softly. "Because you had the opportunity to poke Ralael with your spear..." said Aena. "But you didn't." concluded Isur. The two mages true biological sisters, twins. The two sat by the fire, waiting for the water to heat, Aena patted a place on her tail for Britania to sit on, which she did. "We are Lorekeepers," Isur began. "We have thought long and hard about what you have told us about yourself." Aena added. Britania had, on command, told the Lamias about herself, her upbringing, her history, and some of her fears, desires, and dreams. "And we believe we can fill in several gaps about your mother, and your father." Isur concluded. The Dragoon smiled, "Wonderful. I would love to know, but first there's another question I'd like answered, if you can." Both sisters nodded. "Go ahead," said Aena, "We will do our best to answer." Isur finished. "What exactly is this Ascension of Gia ritual that I'm supposed to be a part of?" The mages chuckled and told her, a grin appearing on Britania's face. She could hardly wait to begin.

Siren Song of the Sea He'd been a SCUBA diving instructor by trade, but that had been before the world changed. Some incredible cosmic event had brought his world together with one filled with strangeness and sorcery. The resulting world was dubbed Terra Unita, or the Joined Earth. It had many wonders to explore, and new opportunities to take advantage of that had not existed in either of the two worlds before. Cinna had been using his expertise in underwater exploration and artifact recovery to make a new career for himself, one that he found a great deal more intellectually fulfilling than teaching diving to yet another crop of tourists. The union of the technological Earth and the sorcerous Aerth had not resulted in a homogenous mix of science and sorcery; there were areas where one or the other dominated, and did so to a great degree. In the places where the concentration of magic was the highest the land clung to the way it was before the union of realities, and it had no tolerance for outsiders. Individuals from low or no magic areas would find themselves altered, their memories picked apart and put back together. If one lacked the will or mental discipline to keep their mind together they would find themselves quickly forgetting who they were, their old lives gone and replaced by someone, or something, that would be perfectly at home in the new environment. Strangely it didn't work the other way. People from higher magic areas could enter high technological areas and find themselves perfectly at home. Magical energy was still present, but the vast majority of it was used to essentially disguise the fact that anything had changed. Lizard-people could freely walk down the streets and the natives would just see rather large, broad shouldered humans. Well, most of them, anyway. There were always a few people who could pierce the veil, but they quickly learned not to say anything, less they be whisked away to an asylum. The larger creatures of Aerth tended to stay well away from such places. The laws of physics seemed to have been cast aside and broken within the magical world in some cases. Dragons would find themselves crashing down from the skies in areas of low magic, their wings and muscles not enough to support their heavy bodies. Gigantic insects would find themselves suffocating as they were hit with the effects of the square-cube law. High intensity areas of either type were rare and most places tended to be perfectly hospitable to peoples and creatures of both worlds. There were also many places where things had become a blend of both worlds; people, architecture, animals, objects, all altering to become a mix. The Joining had greatly altered some people, Earthers more than Aethers. The latter had an incredible number of technological, sentient races, while the former had precisely one. Cinna considered himself lucky that he'd been offshore and underwater when the merging occurred. Water tended to have a naturally high magical charge, and being submerged in it had protected Cinna from the degree of alteration that had struck most of the people in his home town. The crossover hadn't been perfect, areas of land had been scooped up and tossed around, then stuck back together like mixed pieces from a million jigsaw puzzles. The Joined Earth was bigger than Earth and Aerth combined. There were bits that were duplicated from both worlds, some pieces that seemed to be from different timelines, and there were places that had been mashed together to form a single place and a single people without seemingly any sort of rhyme or reason to it. Cinna's home had been on one of the Florida Keys which now was connected to a mainland of some sort and fused with an Aerth trade city named Fort Blackscale. The layouts of the two towns had been identical; buildings were a perfect blend between the two, as were the population. Everyone had two sets of memories, one from a person on Earth one from a person on Aerth. Physical forms had blended into a hybrid of the two people. Strangely enough, everyone had adapted to it with relative ease, though it still freaked Cinna out. He'd gotten a bit of the merge as well, but the only signs of it upon him were slightly pointed ears, a change in hair color, an uncomfortably large amount of women's clothing sized to fit him in his guest room closet, and a great deal of knowledge and experience about magic. His other half had been a sorceress of some sort, and Cinna was rather thankful for her skill with something he otherwise wouldn't understand. He also seemed to benefit from her superior intellect. He was rather sure he wouldn't have figured out his current money-making methods on his own. Nor would he have figured out how to use a few elementary spells to merge enchanted items and technology, which he used to make his maps. One was a simple geographical map that showed the lay of the land and from which world and location that land had originally come from. He wasn't sure how exactly it worked, but he could move the view around on the parchment as if it were a computer's touch screen. There had been several things involved in the construction, a GPS unit, books on wildlife and plants from both worlds, high quality surveyor's maps, a microscope, and a dozen other items. Though what drove the main function of the map had been a CD-ROM with a copy of Google Earth burned onto it. Cinna used it to find old churches in more rural areas. Combined with the other map, which showed the magic/tech balance and blend he could find places where the overlap allowed a merger between an old, abandoned church and an Aerthen temple. The temples of the magical world were almost fortresses, large complexes to keep the devout safe from the wicked beasts and feral creatures of the wilderness; often with tunnels, catacombs, and cavern complexes beneath them. The new site he'd discovered had been perfect except for two details. One was that it was entirely offshore. There were bits of land that had existed upon one world that suddenly found themselves below sea level upon the merge. He'd visited a few places like that before. They were, thankfully, empty of corpses. The population having been dropped on dry land somewhere nearby was rather common. A few times he'd found the towns to be still functional, the people within having been altered to aquatic or amphibious races of Aerth. Cinna sighed at the coloration that had been laid over the area on his second map. This one had been created to prevent Cinna from wandering into magic areas where he might find his mind scoured out by the powerful forces that suffused the land, making him into an unknowing permanent resident. It had also been upgraded to show other features of the area. "Please let it be populated," Cinna muttered under his breath and made the small hand motion to swap the function of the second map from mana intensity to population density. "Fuck," he grumbled. The area was almost completely empty. No permanent residents, meaning he was a perfect target. He had a few protections that he'd used before in areas like this to keep himself from being altered, but they'd never been underwater before. It was a low tech-acceptance area, so using SCUBA gear was out. It was a prime location to acquire some artifacts from, but he'd have to purchase or rent out some underwater exploration gear that wouldn't be radically altered by the forces of magic. He shuddered as he recalled the last time he'd crossed into a high magic zone. His dive gear had transformed itself into living creatures, shaped and sculpted via magic to serve a similar purpose. All those crustacean legs grabbing onto his skin, and the thing in his mouth... bleh! Sure, the altered gear had worked, but it had been utterly alien and uncomfortable to him. Plus it didn't change back when you left. It had been a pain in the ass to replace the equipment, even though he'd actually made a profit by selling off his 'living' SCUBA gear. He sighed once again, knowing where he'd have to go to get what he needed at a decent price. The same shop that he'd sold his transformed gear to. He wasn't particularly fond of the place, it always gave off an odd vibe, and the store owner was a bit... creepy. Perhaps it was the tiny spark of Elf inside him, but the half-Dark Elf proprietor always put him on edge for some reason. With a sigh he rolled up his maps and headed for the store. -o- Cinna let out an annoyed growl at the sight before him. He had not wanted to spend a single second more than he had to in the shop and had just taken the first thing that the mage that ran the place said would be suitable for both underwater exploration and prevent the magical forces that acted upon his target to warp his mind. The owner, half-dark elf and half something else, always made Cinna's skin crawl. She was not a native of either of the towns, arriving after the Joining. She kept a pair of creatures at her side almost always. They were some weird mix between lizard, cat, and looking quite adapted for the sea. They weren't her pets, and if you asked her that she would tilt her head to the side, grin and show off her strange teeth, and inform you in an amused tone of voice that she was in fact their pet. Thankfully he'd managed to get out of the shop before her petting and baby talk to them escalated to grotesque levels. The last time he'd been in the shop she'd kissed the large dog-sized creatures. There had been tongue involved. The rolled up bundle had been an opaque plastic tube, Cinna had though it would be some kind of face mask and belt pouch or backpack or something. But instead he'd opened it to find white and black latex, and had unfurled the object to find a full-body suit that sported orca-like coloration. It wasn't merely your typical suit; there was padding in certain areas that Cinna found uncomfortable to contemplate, as well as an inflatable tail. It was in some uncanny valley between scuba suit, fetish gear, and inflatable pool toy. Cinna was already on the beach, as close as he dared go into the magical zone without some sort of protection. He could feel it on the air, making the hair on his arms stand on end. There was already a strange tickle within his head, sounds of distant muffled conversation. He didn't want to wear the suit, especially not with its wide hips and padded chest, but he didn't want to waste the rest of the day driving back and picking out another item from that creepy shark-toothed store owner. It was with great reluctance that Cinna began to strip off his clothes in preparation for donning the orca suit. It was obvious that the outfit was meant for a woman and to essentially enhance a womanly shape while under water. The tail also annoyed him, it would get in his way under the waves, and it seemed to be inflating all by itself without any effort from Cinna. In fact, he hadn't seen an air valve anywhere to inflate the tail. He let out a sigh and gave the suit a dismissive wave of his hand. Magic, bleh. He didn't really trust it, despite the expertise given to him in the form of memories from his Aerthen counterpart. Every time he left the house he was thankful that he hadn't merged with the elven sorceress any further than he had. It made him shudder; walking around as some sort of half-male half-female freak. It made finding dates almost impossible, as mixed-gender fusions were, as mathematics predicted, about half of the population. Some of the merges were rather subtle. You couldn't tell if that cute, busty long haired girl across the room, be it one with pointy ears, green skin, fangs, or fur, was packing meat between her legs. There was only room for one penis in Cinna's relationships, and by golly it was going to be his. He was thankful he worked alone as well, that there was no one to see him in the ridiculous orca suit. It was with great reluctance that he pulled it on. Immediately he found something else to grumble about; the suit was too damned big. It hung off his lanky frame like a child wearing his father's pajamas. He let out an annoyed sigh as he pulled the suit's hood up over his head. The thing was supposed to activate in water, but Cinna was beginning to suspect he'd been sold a bum deal. It was incredibly awkward walking the few feet down to the shore line with his feet in the suit's oversized boots. He felt like a clown. But then an incoming wave washed over his feet, the cool water felt even through the suit. Cinna could feel something happening, but he wasn't sure what it was. He stepped out further into the water, and further still. The deeper he went into the water, the more he felt the coolness of the sea water, though not the wetness. As he reached chest height he drew a breath into his lungs and ducked under the water. Immediately he felt a warmth spreading across his body, the baggy suit growing tighter and tighter upon his frame until it covered him snugly, like a second skin. Cinna opened his eyes beneath the waves and felt no discomfort. He remained beneath the water, waiting for the feeling of his breath to become tight in his chest. But it seemed to be a long time in coming. He spread his fingers and toes, feeling the webbing between them, and took a few strokes forward. He seemed to cut through the water effortlessly; his speed faster than it ought to be. There was a new sensation of muscle and movement behind him. Cinna looked back to see the suit's inflated tail, no longer merely filled with air, but rather a part of him, swaying up and down to propel him through the water. It was so easy to move around underwater, far easier than the cumbersome diving equipment that he had used all his life. And he was so quick, too. He cut through the depths like a knife, though it rapidly made him feel tired and need to draw breath. Cinna aimed himself towards the surface, slowing his pace. As his head broke free of the water he discovered several things. The first was that in the few minutes of rapid speed, he had left the land a ways behind. The second was that he hadn't put a shred of gear on, and thus was completely naked. The third was that the odd padding on the chest and hips of the suit seemed to have been... altered. He floated on his back, looking down at his body. The padding upon the chest had seemingly grown outward upon exposure to the water, looking almost like the budding of breasts. Similarly the hips of the suit, as well as the proportions made him look... rather feminine. A bit heavy and broad, but rather feminine. Not that there was anything wrong with that, a familiar voice seemed to whisper in his mind. Curious, Cinna brought a hand to his chest, cupping the potential breast. The sensations drew a gasp from his throat, the sensation felt quite real and quite pleasant. He ran a hand over his midsection, feeling slick, smooth skin slide over slick, smooth skin. He'd honestly expected something like this, but expectation did little to prepare him for physical alteration. He ran his fingers up his side and winced as he found that the zipper had vanished. But questing higher he found the tab at the side of his neck where it was supposed to be. That was comforting, at least. The change would not be permanent. An unpleasant thought went through Cinna's head and he reached down between his legs. As he feared, he felt nothing down there, though his fingers traced over a slit. Unable to stop himself, his fingers slipped inside, caressing the sensitive flesh within, making his arousal spike. He couldn't resist fondling and caressing his altered form. He could feel a familiar sensation from his loins and felt his member slipping out into the open air. Oh, right, whales and such had their man parts kept internally for the most part. He wrapped his hand around the length, which seemed to have been enlarged quite a bit from its human state. It had altered a bit in shape and composition as well. Cinna found that he could move it a bit. The press of his hot flesh against his cool, wet, webbed hand was wonderful. All other thoughts left Cinna's mind save for exploring the strange, but pleasurable alterations that had come with the suit. Diving for treasure could wait until he became a bit more intimate with his new form. He didn't really notice as he slipped beneath the waves, able to hold his breath for a time. Being underwater seemed to heighten his pleasure, as well as to allow the suit to further work its magic. Each small motion of the water against his skin made a ripple of pleasure spread from the spot, sinking in deeper and deeper. Cinna could feel his tail growing, thickening, becoming better suited for propulsion on an actual creature than as a decoration upon a simple suit. Before it felt like the suit was growing tighter to fit his body, but now it felt more like his body was growing to better fit the idea of what the suit was supposed to be. He could almost hear a song, soft, comforting, lulling him into a strange state, not quite awake, not quite asleep. Everything that was happening to him seemed to be taking place in a dream; one that was familiar, one that told him there was nothing to worry about, even as his new breasts began to fill out, no longer mere nubs, but wonderfully large orbs that were more than a handful. Cinna's mouth opened to utter a cry that at first he thought was muted by the water around him, but instead he heard something, a sound that was unlike any other that he had ever made before. A few moments later there seemed to be an answering cry from somewhere far away. It was at that moment that the transforming human climaxed, and then he slept. In his place someone else awoke, someone who had been an observer in Cinna's body for quite some time. She couldn't quite remember who she was or what she had been. But the seas felt comfortable and familiar around her. Even if her form was somewhat foreign. Her body quivered with the delicious aftershocks of her masculine climax and she grinned as she coaxed every last drop of seed from her shaft. She had explored the seas before, long ago, though the songs were different, broken upon into pieces. It was as if they had been shattered, swept up, and then placed haphazardly back together. Yes, that seemed about right. But there was a familiar sound upon the water, one beyond the hearing of most mortals. It called to her, caressed her, assured her that things were going to be okay. She felt a gentle touch upon her shoulder, someone's hand brushing playfully over her smooth head. Dimly she felt like there ought to be something up there, hair perhaps. But she couldn't remember precisely what. Webbed hands gripped her gently, pulling her back into a kind embrace against an unseen figure. She could hear him in the song and knew he was here to help. His body was warm and slick, but not as smooth as her own. Her visitor nibbled playfully at her neck, making her giggle. She knew he could see the cloud of her seed in the water, and she could sense his playful amusement. He wondered why such a gorgeous creature would have to tend to her own pleasures when several such as himself were a mere song's call away. He released his embrace, allowing the newly awakened girl to turn and look him over. Much like herself, he was a mix of human and orca, though more on the side of orca. No, that wasn't quite right. She wasn't a human, but something rather close. If she could only remember, if she could only find her harmony in the song once again. His touch was electric, and she craved more. Even though the caress upon her forearms seemed to draw out small fins to the surface, matching adornments on her legs soon appearing. He had seen this before, and it could be helped along. He told her that there was always some confusion at first, but soon she would regain memory of who she had been, and who she would be. His master would be more than happy to take her in until she had regained her proper sense of self. She thanked him for his kindness with a kiss, though it was rather clumsy. She seemed to have a bit more face than she thought she did. But the sensation of his tongue against her own told her that such was good enough. She could feel his arousal, present in the great song of the sea that nearly enveloped her. It took little effort to fan the flames of his lust, whispers that were not whispers thanking him for his kindness and wanting to repay him for his hospitality. Her tongue felt oddly thick in her mouth, but as it trailed down the orca-man's body she found that it was just right. He was larger than she, sized both in body and in manhood. His was more of a tapering tendril, a masculinity belonging to a creature of the sea, while her own seemed more like something of the land seeking to imitate the wonderful manhood she saw before her. She caressed it hungrily with her tongue, coaxing it into her maw, sandwiching it between her plentiful breasts. The male found the act quite pleasing, though a bit baffling. He wondered what other strange, yet erotic ideas rested in the female's head. She teased him with a few, and he expressed his desire to participate if they all felt as good as this. She felt a small, sleepy voice in her head crying out at what she was doing. But it was easily silenced, and easier still drowned out by the living song around her. That voice had kept her sleeping for quite some time, and now it was time for that voice to slumber for awhile and let another join the chorus in its place. The voice was silenced as she coaxed the male to climax. She eagerly, almost hungrily, gulped down his plentiful seed. But still she craved more. She shivered as a strange sensation blossomed within her, restoring something that until that moment she hadn't realized was missing. The thought made her blush, for until that moment she had not been truly female, merely a feminine shape with a masculine member. Though her manhood still remained, nestled behind it was its opposite. For the moment she was both male and female in one, her flesh still not sure what it was supposed to be. She was not sure if she wished to keep it, or to see it go. It had felt rather nice, but it was somewhat alien to her in her mind. Even if it did feel somewhat familiar, as if it had been a part of her for long enough to get used to it. But she was female, this was something she knew for a fact. It was tied into her song, what parts she could hear of it. It all confused her, and confused the male as well. Perhaps his master would be able to help her? An image came to mind of a great, majestic creature of the seas. A great orca whale with a gleaming hide like her own, though black and silver rather than black and white. She knew the sea lord of which the male served, sometime long ago he had taught her of the sea and of its songs. Her tail was only too happy to accompany the male. She was awed by the speed it allowed her to surge through the waters. The deeper she went, the louder the familiar portions of the life song became, comforting her, welcoming her back. She could remember the awe she felt long ago, hearing it all for the first time. Nearly overwhelmed by what it told her. It was so much easier to understand than mere words, words could not be tied with true emotion, with feelings, with images, with the heart's deepest desires. She raced ahead of the male, the way familiar. She had been here long ago. Darting into one of dozens of seemingly identical caverns felt like coming home. The twists and turns were ones she knew by heart. The light of the outside world faded and vanished, and she moved purely by the sweet sounds of the song around her. She swam through the caverns and tunnels at a speed that surprised her, her memories of traversing them being slow. Ahead of her she could see the soft, rainbow hued lights that she recalled from the undersea palace that she had once called home. She had studied magic here, when her studies on land had come to an impasse. She couldn't remember her name, but she could remember what she had been called when she had studied under the sea lord. "I can never remember Elvish names," said a voice as she surfaced. The black and silver snout of the great creature nuzzled her belly gently as he spoke, "And you swam so slowly that you would have me either waiting all day, or I let you cling to my dorsal fin as we went places to give you your lessons." And the sea lord had ferried her around so often, his followers and servants joked that the elven girl practically was his dorsal fin. Dorsal smiled, another piece of herself slipping into place. When she had left long ago she could easily hear the song, but she found it difficult to calm herself, to set her spirit adrift in the great sea. But now she found herself resonating with the song as if it were second nature. The seas pulsed with strange magics, some segments of the sea becoming like great oysters, sentient beings from outside the sea treated as irritating grains of sand, to be wrapped with many layers of magic and altered to be more comfortable to the realm. The magics seemed to be confused when encountering her, though. Dorsal immediately knew why. She grinned as she gripped the zipper tab for the orca suit. She let out a soft sigh as began to pull it down, not daring to look. She could feel the undersea palace's cool air upon her bare skin, the sensation no longer heightened by the conflict of the realm's magic and the suit's. Dorsal kept her eyes closed tightly as she pulled the zipper down all the way, the suit that once clung to her so tightly now easily coming loose. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes, her grin widening. Little had changed with the suit's removal; her skin was still black and white, sleek, shiny, and gleaming like latex. She still had her webbed fingers; she still had her tail behind her. The only alteration seemed to be a bit of a reduction in build and in bust. But she could feel the magics of the realm wrapping around her, comforting her, welcoming her home. Dorsal could feel her mind beginning to clear, memories of her life upon Aerth brimming to the surface, as well as memories that were not her own, but those of a male human who had been disgusted with the wonders of two worlds that had become one. It was his turn to sleep, and her turn to live her life. The realm's magic tickled, coaxing her body into slow growth to become what it had been before. It would be some time before Dorsal was her proper self; how she ought to be... Though there was a way that the process could be accelerated. And the easiest way to do so just so happened to coincide with one of the things she'd wanted to do before. She kicked the diving suit aside as several orca-men began to caress her, the entwining of their desires and hers helping to ground the magics that were altering her, pointing them in the right direction, making them accelerate. The males lifted her up and tossed her into the deeper water. Dorsal yelped in surprise at the action, though she quickly understood when she felt the huge presence rising up beneath her. The great sea lord was on his back just below her, the enchanted whale's massive member jutting up between her legs. Dorsal thrust against her master's length, the whale's shaft well-lubed and drooling warm wetness onto her belly. It felt so good, it made the orca-girl crave more. And more was quickly provided as several of the sea lord's followers gathered around her. Her hands, her mouth, her feet, even her tail, she used all she had to please the many men around her. She could feel her transformation accelerating with each climax, her experienced touch too much for the over-excited males to stand for long. She could remember, faintly, being an elf. But that life had ended when the worlds merged, and she would start a new one. She couldn't picture her elven form in her mind's eye, all Dorsal's thoughts of herself were of her new form; the beautiful, busty, latex-skinned she-orca that she had become. Every climax she caused brought her so much closer to completeness, so much nearer to truly becoming what she desired to be. It felt so good to serve the great sea lord, to service him and his servants. His seas had always been centers of travel, and he went out of his way to gather up those who had been changed by the forces that suffused his realm. The ranks of his followers had swelled these past two years, and many of them would be quite eager to help welcome one more into the fold. She felt her lord climax, could feel the seed surge up through his might shaft before it met the air. The thick torrent splattered down upon her, hiding black latex in a downpour of pearlescent white, blotting out the smaller eruptions from much smaller males. Dorsal cried out as every pleasurable nerve in her body seemed to fire at once, and even some that were not in her body. Her climax joined with that of those around her, adding a wondrous chorus of pleasure to the great song of life. Her own member was the last to erupt, adding a relatively tiny amount of seed to the mess atop her. With each set of cum that splattered upon her, the organ seemed to reduce in size by that amount. As it vanished the last of the man that had held Dorsal captive within him for so long had gone with it. Her body was complete now, and with a few more rounds of fun, her mind would soon follow. "Insatiable," the sea lord rumbled, "Perhaps we should have named you after another piece of my anatomy," he teased. -o- A grey-blue skinned woman knelt on the beach, picking up the last few items of discarded clothing. Nearby a great scaled creature, looking rather like a mix of lizard, feline, and shark sat just below the waterline, watching the woman work. "Yes, my lady, you are quite correct in stating that my motivations were not purely altruistic. Though we were as close to what one might tentatively refer to as friends as blood of the wood and blood of the depths can be, sending him to a place where he would become her also has provided for opportunities for financial and intellectual gain," she said with a smile, showing shark's teeth behind ebon lips. "After all, I do not think dear Dorsal would mind if I browse her books. And," the dark elf chuckled as she took a few steps into the water, fishing out a white and black latex suit, "And I can always resell this particular piece of merchandise. The sea lord is paying quite well for loyal followers and concubines, ready to order." Nearby a tendrilled head broke the surface, belonging to a creature much like the one that rested upon the beach, but larger and sporting a mane of small tentacles. The creature gently held a squirming eel in its jaws. The elf let out a soft gasp and gave the beast a glare. "My lord! Surely you jest! Though the very idea makes my claspers harden at the image, that eel is most certainly not going where you imagine it!" She chuckled, "After all, it is far too small. We can most certainly find better."

Amanda’s New Career Photomorph “You’re embarrassing me” by Discord User Taijon#4423 Used with permission for this story The pen was running out of ink as she scribbled her name across the last page of the stack of papers. Sliding the entire pile across the desk, she chirped, “There, all done!” The tall man across the table gathered the stack up into a nice neat pile as he leafed through them, ensuring each signature was proper in its place. Finishing, he clacked them against the desktop to smooth out the stack into a very trim pack. A quick binder clip secured them all together and they disappeared into his attaché case. Smiling warmly, he reached his hand across the table. “Welcome to our company, Amanda. I’m sure you’re going to love it here.” She tried not to swoon as she reached out for his hand, her eyes leaving that gorgeous smile that just radiated good vibes that made her shiver. It was clear why this guy was their top recruiter. “So, um, what do I do now?” She asked a bit nervously, withdrawing her hand reluctantly. “First? You go home and get a good night’s sleep. We’ll send the company van pool around to pick you up. Be ready tomorrow morning about seven. Dress comfortably.” He gestured towards the door, leading her out. “Yeah, sure, that’d be great!” She stopped herself before she started to babble, taking the hint that he had other people to see and things to do besides deal with her awkward flirting. Stepping out into the hall, she headed down the stairs all but skipping as she left the building. She didn’t even care that it was rush hour, and that it would take her an extra hour to get home. She had a job, and dear God was the recruiter cute. She ticked off the perks in her mind. Good benefits, and the pay was nearly double the amount she’d been making doing crappy temp work as a receptionist. She wasn’t sure how the day was going to get better, but so far, it’d been the best day she’d had in a long time. *** *** *** The traffic tried to spoil her day, anyway. It was very late by the time she got home. Her roommate, Christa, was already making dinner in the kitchen when she walked in the door. “Hey, girlfriend, how did it go?” She asked, as she diced an onion behind a leftover mask and face shield from the pandemic. “Nailed it!” Amanda bounced as she announced her news. “I got the job! A new job! No more craptastic temp work!” “Wow, very cool!” Christa offered a quick air high five from across the room. They’d both been struggling to find decent work that was stable enough to pay the bills after graduation. Most months they barely squeaked by on minimum payments. “So, um, how long ‘til dinner? I going to go get changed.” Amanda absently scratched at her thigh. “Um, maybe seven to ten minutes.” Christa slid a tray of garlic bread in the oven to warm it up and dumped the onions into the warming pot sauce to cook. This always annoyed Amanda who preferred her onions fully cooked. “Cool, be back in a few.” She dashed off to her room to change her clothes. The dress clothes had been feeling a bit tight and she wondered if it was bloating or if she’d gained a bit of weight. Probably her period, though it seemed a bit early. Maybe one less slice of garlic bread tonight wouldn’t be a bad idea on either count though. Throwing the clothes on her bed she scratched at her belly. She grumbled as she pawed through her closet to find something more comfortable for the upcoming unpleasantness. Settling on a strappy tank top and a pair of wide legged pajama bottoms. She slid these on and hurried back to the kitchen to help with setting the table. Absently itching at the back of her thigh. “Dinner’s ready!” Christa called from the kitchen, even as Amanda finished setting the two place settings on the small table. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some pasta with a side of zucchini and some hot garlic bread, but it tasted good and more importantly it was cheap. They opted to pop a bottle of wine that they’d been saving since Amanda had landed the job and their prospects of making rent were suddenly a lot better. After dinner Amanda washed up, while Christa flopped on the couch, nursing the remainder of the wine. The dishes didn’t take too long and she absently rubbed her belly a time or two between dishes, leaving a wet spot on the front of her pants. She dried herself as best she could on the towel and went to join her roommate. Christa looked up as Amanda entered the living room. “Hey, girl, you feeling alright?” Amanda grimaced. “Just a bit bloated.” “Um, you look more than bloated.” Christa gestured at her. “What? Are you calling me fat?” Amanda didn’t like it when Christa teased her about weight. She spent hours working out to keep her figure trim. Christa shook her head. “Nah, girl, go check your pants.” She downed the last of the win and pointed. Amanda looked down, sure enough the front of her pants was starting to press outwards. Clearly there was was more than bloating. “What the hell?” She slipped a hand under the band of her pants and reached down. Her fingers met with a warm bulge that felt very much like her skin. “Um, Amanda, what’s going on with you?” Christa held a shaky finger up, pointing at her roommate’s head. “Your ears are like, um, growing.” “What about my ears?” Ignoring the bulge in her pants for a moment she reached up and felt what had been her perfectly cute normal ear, complete with earrings. Touching where her ears should be she felt something alien to her. A soft fuzziness that stretched outward from the sides of her head. She almost lost it then. Her fingers felt the soft shapes continue to grow outwards, twitching under her touch as they began to flop slightly when she shifted. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she began to hyper ventilate. “Christa, what’s happening to me?” Christa just giggled. “Um, you’ve got big ass ears. You know, they’re actually kind of cute.” Christa had a better view of her roommate though and she could see more happening from her spot on the couch. The most noticeable of these were Amanda’s toenails. Normally she kept them manicured beautifully, but now the paint was cracking of her nails as they stretched out. The normally soft natural nails hardening and darkening as they grew. Amanda had stuck her hand back down her pants again, feeling the bulge that was there. It was growing larger now, pushing out against the elastic waistband’s ability to contain it. She forced her pants downward, fighting to pull the waist of her pants over the growing perturbance. With a grunt she managed to get the elastic to snap, letting the fleshy growth flop free. It was huge, about the size of a small watermelon and still growing. The flesh was pink, almost bubblegum like against her tan complexion. At this point she barely registered that Christa was still watching. She didn’t care. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she hyper ventilated, just repeating “Oh God,” as she watched the growth continue to distend from her previously trim waistline. Christa could see more, even as the pink mound bounced free of the pants, she could see the tone of Amada’s skin was changing. Where she’d been a rich tan, she now sported mottled blotches across her body. Hairs were starting to spout too, some black, some white, across her roommate’s hips and legs. In her drunken state she just watched, her mouth agape as the changes continued to consume her roommate’s features. “Ugh” Amanda moaned. “It’s so heavy” She struggled towards the couch, her elongating nails clicking on the floor, by the time she reached the couch and flopped face forward on to it, letting the growing mass sag to the floor, spreading her already growing hips wide around its bulk. She could feel it now, against her thighs, warm and supple and it felt very full. She dreaded what that would mean. Christa slid off the couch, and behind her friend. She gaped at the strangeness that her roommate was becoming. A sharp snapping noise came, and the panties Amanda had been wearing snapped, revealing her nudity to her inebriated roommate. The fur continued to spread, crossing her rump, and starting to creep up her back and shoulders. Above her ass, a thick corded tail began to grow rapidly until the appendage started to thrash back and forth. The real surprise was in the lewdness of her roommate’s cunt. Gone were the small delicate folds that she’d glimpsed while they showered at the gym. Instead, the mound pulsed outwards, their lips bulging into thick, heavy folds that dripped with feminine lewdness. They spread wide, welcoming, and their color mirrored that of the bulging sack that now rested on the floor below it. Amanda had sunk herself into the couch, shaking as she felt her body shift and contort. Only her arms, hands, and face seemed unaffected by the changes that ravaged her. A small grace, perhaps, but she at least had something to be thankful for. She trembled with each additional spasm that rocked her body. She could feel the bulky udder that sat between her legs. The sudden pressing bulge and then a strange popping sensation as the skin thrust outward into a long tubular teat made her shiver with both fear and desire. A second, and a third. By the fourth she moaned loudly, but it only came out a low groaning noise that someone might mistake for a moo. She could feel her tail thrashing, as in anticipation of the final climax. Her lips were moist, she could feel the cool air on the broad expanse that lay exposed. Groaning she heard her drunken roommate sputter “Oh, good God, girl, you have got to see this!” “What?” Amanda asked, confused as to what her almost forgotten roommate could be referring to. “You have got, like, the biggest fucking cunt in the world.” Christa couldn’t help but snicker and giggle in her drunken state. A little mean perhaps, but the lewdness of her roommate’s growing flaps of flesh just tickled her. “What?!” Amanda shrieked, her head lifting off the couch where it lay, her body splayed out behind her in a manner most lewd. Christa was laughing now. “Hold up, I’ll show you!” She reached over and grabbed for something. Amanda gave her a perplexed look. “Wait, what are you doing?” She asked nervously. “Getting the selfie stick. Duh.” Christie said cheerily. “Wait a second, why are you doing that?! Don’t do that!” Amanda yelled after her roommate, but she was unable to even shift the bulk under her, let along move away from her roommate’s diabolical intent. “Hold still, you goof.” Christa plopped on the floor behind Amanda’s hips and pulled the stick out to snap a picture from a rather intimate angle. Amanda howled in protest! “Oh my, Christa I can’t believe you’re about to do this.” She put her hand over her face in embarrassment. “Say moo, Amanda!” The camera setting clicked. Christa hauled down the stick and grabbed her phone to check the quality of the picture. “Not too bad, roomie. You’re going to need a horse, or is that a bull, to satisfy that monster though.” “I can’t believe you just took a picture of my naked ass,” complained Amanda. “Aww but it’s a cute furry cow ass. Here look.” Christa showed the phone to Amanda, revealing the full extent of her ongoing changes. “That’s me?” Amanda gawked. “Yeah, aren’t you just the cutest? I mean, the whole cow thing not withstanding of course.” Christa gave her a smack of the rump which made Amanda squawk. A deep blush spread across Amanda’s cheeks. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me. I mean, can’t you be serious about this for one minute?” “Sure, but I want to get a few more pictures of your cute cow booty. For, um, posterity.” She dissolved into giggles over that even as the camera clicked again. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious. You are serious. Oh my God, Christa, delete those!” Christa gave her a wicked smile and the camera clicked again. “Why is this even happening to me?” Amanda whined, shifting her bulk slightly. She got a shrug from Christa. “How should I know, you’re the one slowly turning into a cow. I mean, did you eat or do something strange today?” “The only thing I did today was to sign my employment contract. You and I had the same breakfast and dinner, remember?” She gave a low moan as she felt the pressure starting to build up in her new udder. Christa pondered a moment. “Hey, you never did tell me what you’re doing for your new job. So, what’s the gig anyway?” “Oh, I am supposed to be…” Amanda paused, a light of comprehension seeming to flicker in her head, “working for Miss Daisy Belle’s Dairy Farm.” “You got a job with a dairy?” Christa snickered. “Well, I guess we know what your job is going to be there. You’re the cow.” She dissolved into more giggles. “Yeah, so it seems. And here I thought I was going to be like the receptionist or something. You know, sit behind a desk, take calls. I was not expecting to find myself here on the floor…” she shifted and squeezed the new udder. “Leaking milk on the carpet.” *** *** *** The changes had begun to slow, her body adjusting to the new mass that had swollen between her legs, both front and back. Amanda pushed herself upwards, trying to stand. The udder swayed under her, heavily, forcing her to balance precariously on her new cloven hooves. Christa finally stopped giggling and wiped the tears off her face. Realizing that her roommate needed help she got up and offered her an unsteady arm to balance against. Slowly the two of them moved towards the bathroom. The mirror reflected a harsh reality for Amanda. It was very clear that her body from her midriff down was that of a Holstein cow. The fur even reached up to the nape of her neck on the back. Her breasts had even swollen some from the surge in hormones that now ran amuck through her body. She stood there a moment, turning slowly from side to side, examining her new profile and the swollen milk sack that dangled between her legs. She was still cute, but the udder made it hard to say that about her lower half, it’s pronounced bulge would make a lot of difficulties for her. The first of which was the small droplets that were already spilling on the floor. She couldn’t believe this though. Her contract hadn’t said anything about her becoming a cow. But here she was, staring at her own bovine reflection, ready for the daily in a way she’d never, ever, expected to be. Christa gave her a hand as Amanda turned about fully, bending forward to get a glimpse of the damage done to her fabulous ass. Shape wise it wasn’t too bad, though it spread wider to make accommodation for the new udder, and she could hardly look away from the giant lips that protruded between her thighs. They were larger than even she’d though given Christa’s earlier picture. They were slick too, she could feel them sliding against her now fuzzy thighs. “So, what now?” Christa asked, starting to sober up finally. “Um, I don’t know. I mean I can’t exactly call the hospital and go, hey I’m turning into a cow. Can I now?” Amanda shook her head. “Probably not.” Christa looked thoughtful. Amanda felt something rumble. “I think… I think I need to be milked.” “Huh?” Christa looked at her, her mouth a bit slack jawed at the realization. Amanda pointed down at the bulge that stood between them. “My udder, its sore, and I’m dripping all over the floor. I’m pretty certain I need to be milked.” Amanda looked down at the growing pool of droplets on the floor. “Yep.” Christa gave her a confused look. “Um, so, uh, how are you supposed to do that? Don’t they have like machines to do that at the dairy?” “Probably, I don’t know much about cows, remember? I’m a city girl. Regardless, I don’t have one here though, and I can’t exactly sneak on to a dairy farm tonight. I need it done.” Amanda put her hands on her hips, feeling the fur for the first time. It wasn’t soft, but it was smooth and dense, and it pricked slightly if she shifted her hands the wrong way against it. “Uh…” Christa seemed to know where this was going and was searching for an escape. “I need you to milk me.” Amanda said flatly. “Um, what?” Christa started to pull back. “Look, I can’t reach my, um, I guess they’re teats, I think.” Amanda said, gesturing at the flopping tubes that were near the base of her udder. “So, I need someone to do it for me. And since there’s nobody else here, that need to be you.” “Shit. Me?” Christa swallowed hard. “Yes, you. Hey, if I didn’t need to be milked this badly, I wouldn’t ask, but if you’re going to take naughty pictures of me, the least you can do is help a girl out.” Amanda could feel the pressure swelling against her insides. It was a new sensation. “By the way, that picture is to never be seen by anyone else.” Amanda gave Christa a stern look. Christa caved and disappeared to fetch the small stool they kept in the kitchen for high shelves, and a bucket they usually used for mopping the floor. Amanda waddled herself out to the couch again, trying to ignore the growing pressure and the line of small white drops that followed her hoof steps. She took a moment to get seated, making sure to shift her udder between her legs so that it hung over the couch’s edge, but this time with her sitting upright. She might as well be comfortable while this was going on. Setting the stool down in front of her roommate, Christa gently put the small bucket under the udder near the teats. Given how large the udder was, and how low the couch really was, the udder half settled into the bucket’s making it a bit awkward. Christa had to shift it a few times before she could reach the bottom teats. Gingerly she reached out and wrapped her hand around the thick warm extension of her roommate’s newest appendage. “Please hurry, this is starting to get really uncomfortable.” Amanda pleaded. Christa licked her lips, nervous as she gently pressed her fingers tighter and pulled down. She almost jumped as the first spurts of milk shot out and splashed into the bottom of the bucket. Amanda moaned a little. “Oh, that felt good. Do it again.” “You better not be creaming over me touching your cow titty.” Christa snapped. “No promises.” Amanda retorted. That elicited a perfunctory “Eww.” From the milking Christa. “Hey you were the one interested in my cunt earlier.” Amanda chided her. “Okay, okay, fair enough, yeah I think your new pussy is pretty.” She pulled down again, releasing another stream of milk. “That flapping monstrosity?” Amanda asked, an eyebrow raised. It was Christa’s turn to blush. “It’s not a monstrosity. It’s really kind of, um, hot.” “You’re kidding me.” Amanda’s eyes rolled. “No. I kind of, um, do some pumping myself. I think it’s a great feeling, and I’m a little jealous that you’ve got a natural puffy to play with. It always feels so good when I’m pumped up like that.” She had never admitted her kink to her roommate. Amanda stared at Christa who continued to steadily release streams of milk into the bucket. “So, you’re telling me, you think I’m hot?” “Uh, kind of, I guess.” Christa admitted a bit sheepishly. Amanda sat quietly for a bit, thinking. The only sound was the sound of milk hitting the side of the bucket and the occasional spray into the growing pool at the bottom. “Um, Christa.” Amanda started, “I don’t suppose, you, would, um, be willing to teach me a little about what it’s like to have a big pussy, would you?” Christa’s eyes lit up. “I can do that.” Amanda shifted; she could feel herself getting wetter. The couch was going to need to cleaning. But she was horny, and while she had only dabbled in a few threesomes, she really wanted release with someone. Learning Christa thought she was pretty was making her feel special, and right now she needed that. It took a while but Christa finally finished milking enough of Amanda’s udder that she no longer felt full. The teats were a bit sore though and Christa slathered a bit of Vaseline on them before helping Amanda stand up again. *** *** *** Slowly. she led her roommate back to her bedroom. Though they’d been roommates for a long time, there’d been nothing between them. Both preferred guys, though each had experimented a little during college. But tonight, the chance of sharing a passion with her roommate made Christa feel excited and friskier than she was willing to admit. Something about that huge cunt just made her want to cream herself. She slowly settled Amanda on her bed, lying her on her side where she could prop up a leg and expose that giant cunt to Christa’s waiting fingers. Christa ran her fingers over the thick outer ridges, admiring the sheer heft of the mound it created. The insides were already gleaming, slick with juices aroused from the milking. Slowly she reached in, and slid her fingers along the inner lips up to Amanda’s clit, rubbing it and letting Amanda moan slowly as she built up effort, first with circles, then with more direct flicks. “I, uh” Amanda panted for a second “want to see you big too.” Christa pulled out a device from her drawer, along with a bottle of lube. Amanda scooted over so that Christa could lie beside her on the bed in a sixty-nine position. Slowly Christa lubed up her shaven pussy with a few dollops and gently placed the cup over her mound. She slowly depressed the hand pump, a few times to create adequate suction. Moaning slightly as she felt her lips respond. She released it and reset it again, pumping it up another time. Amanda watched fascinated as her friend’s lips started to fill the cup, slowly pulling themselves up the clear sides, leaving a slightly gaping thick mound that flushed heavily to a dark purplish red color. With a sudden pop Christa released the suction and her mound shrank back a bit. Still, it remained very pronounced and puffed outward. Amanda reached slowly towards her roommate, knowing that nothing would ever be the same after tonight. She slid her hand across the sticky slick surface, watching the lips jiggle with each touch. She even smacked it lightly watching the lips bounce, and making Christa moan. Within minutes all pretense abandoned the pair, and both women set about fingering and exploring each other. Christa moaned deeply as she felt Amanda’s fingers slide up and down against her swollen mons. Amanda’s moans turned into near moos as she felt Christa’s fingers slide deep into her. She dared not guess how many were in there, but it felt wonderful. An unknown number of orgasms with each other later, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.  *** *** *** A loud buzzing noise woke them both. “Shit!” Amanda screamed. “What?” Christa mumbled sleepily. “It’s six-thirty!” Amanda was frantic. “So?” came the yawning reply. “I start work today! And I have to leave at seven.” Amanda started to get up, but fell back against Christa’s still sleeping form as she realized yesterday night was not a dream. Yes, she really did have a huge udder hanging from her midriff. “Get up, I need help getting ready with this thing.” “You’re seriously going to go like that?” Christa mumbled, rolling herself up into a seated position, blinking slowly in the early morning light. “Well, duh, we need the money, and um, I am guessing this is part of my new job, so I think they’ll be expecting it.” Amanda finally levered herself up and held herself against the wall as she walked her new hooves around the room. “Get up, I need help. I can’t go to work smelling like sex and stale milk, and I need help finding something to wear!” “I’m up, I’m up.” Shaking her self-awake Chrsita made good and got Amanda to the bathroom. She gave an appraising look to Amanda’s condition. “I don’t think you want to get that fur wetter than you need to. You’re mostly clean, and well, you kind of smell like hay now. Not sure why, but it’s not a bad smell. Let me get the sticky spots with a cloth, okay?” Christa slid a washcloth under the tap and wetted it down, using it and a daub of soap to clean off the dried milk and personal juices that coated the insides of Amanda’s legs and parts of her udder. Christa got a face full of tail when she started rubbing the thick distended pussy lips. “Hey watch your tail!” “Sorry, but it kind of does its own thing.” Amanda was trying hard not to get horny over her roommate, turned late night lover, rubbing her most intimate areas again. She bit her lip and held on to the hand towel rack hoping she wouldn’t cream herself in the time it took to get her clean from the prior night. They managed to succeed, though Amanda was breathing a bit heavily as they left the room. Her shirts still fit, and she found a decent blouse. The udder was more of a problem. She couldn’t wear anything but a pair of low-rise panties, which bulged obscenely with her swollen lips. To cover the udder, she found a thick black wrap that she had gotten from her mother. It had always been a bit too large, but now, that extra fabric was just what she needed. Christa rushed to grab something for breakfast, opting for toaster pastries. There wasn’t anything else quick enough. She found her old lunch box and threw a few miscellaneous items in it, hoping she’d have access to a microwave for the soup. As it was, they just barely got the bovine woman to the door, dressed and clean, just as the large white van pulled up and honked. *** *** *** Amanda took a deep breath and stepped out the front door to see the white van with the dairy logo in big cursive letters across the side. A man was sitting behind the wheel, drumming his fingers on the dash. She walked out as quickly as she dared, her udder making her waddle a bit. She could see other figures in the back, but no one in shotgun, so she took a gamble and opened the front door, hoisting herself in to the seat. Her udder made everything awkward. It made getting the seatbelt on difficult, and it pushed up noticeably from her lap. The man behind the wheel paid no attention. He just threw the van into reverse and started backing out of the driveway and onto the street. Amanda looked behind her. Six other women sat in the seats behind her. Each of them sporting cow’s ears, and prominent bulges in their laps. “First day, honey?” A sandy blonde woman asked. “Um, yeah.” She stammered. “Don’t worry, darling, you’ll love it.” Said a thick accented woman with clearly dyed blonde hair. “Probably just got your udder last night, didn’t you?” The first woman said. Amanda blushed a little. “Yeah, I did. It was kind of a surprise.” “It is to everyone, well, unless you’ve got family in the business, like Marcy over there.” She hitched a thumb in the direction of the only red-head in the car. Marcy kind of waved sheepishly and went back to staring out the window. “So, I’m May.” “Amanda.” “Hi Amanda, welcome to Miss Daisy Belle’s Dairy.” “I’m Claudia,” one of the brunettes said. “Viv,” said the southern dye-job. The other two brunettes introduced themselves as Jackie and Teri. After a few quick pleasantries the conversation drifted back to mundane things, mostly who watched what show the previous night. Amanda sat and listened, mostly feeling awkward and shy. It was nice to see that she wasn’t the only woman with an udder though, and so she wouldn’t be out of place among the team. Bill, the driver (a name she learned from May), drove them out to a large farm on the outskirts of town. There they got out and stretched. Most of them heading for a large nearby barn. “Um, May, where do I go?” Amanda asked. “Oh, that’s right, first day. You need to check in at the front. White house over there. If you’re a milker they’ll send you back to me. If not? Well, you’ll find other places to be. See you later!” With a cheery wave she strode off on her hooves towards the barn. Amanda was still unsteady on her hooves, but she was getting better, and having a chance to walk a little way was doing wonders for her balance. She felt her tail swishing behind her as she moved along the dusty little road to the farmhouse. A small bell rang as she stepped into the house. The front room was clearly a reception area, but no one seat at the desk. It took a few minutes but a middle-aged woman came out from what looked like the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. Her udder was clearly visible, hanging out in all its glory. “Hi, I’m…” Amanda started. “Amanda, right?” the woman finished for her. Amanda nodded, “Yeah.” The woman stuck out her hand, “I’m so glad to meet you! I’m Daisy, and this here is my dairy. We’re really happy to welcome you aboard.” “Thanks” Amanda was a little at a loss for words. She looked down at her new employer’s udder. The woman just laughed and shook the bulging pink sack slightly. “Oh, right, the magic. Yeah, everyone who works here gets a special make over as soon as you sign that contract. Now don’t you worry none, you’re not here to be a cow, we hired you because you came with great references for your work as a secretary, and as you can see, I’m short one. Your job is to be my personal assistant. You’ll find everything all set up for you. There’s a milking machine under the desk to relieve that pressure you’re probably feeling right now. I’ll send my niece May around to fit you for it in a few minutes and give you the rundown of the farm. Other than that, you’re pretty much to assist with basic bookkeeping, answering calls, and placing or taking orders from vendors.” Amanda nodded. “I can handle that.” She was pleased on a certain level to find that her skills weren’t going to waste here. “Good girl. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on the girls.” Daisy said as she headed for the front door. Amanda waved as Daisy disappeared through the front door. Looking over the desk she found it elevated slightly, leaving a lot of room underneath. In a small niche towards the back of the desk was a small machine. Four suction pumps hung off the top of it. It didn’t take much imagination for Amanda to figure out what that was for. Given the swelling feeling in her udder she knew she was going to need it soon. Settling in she started to look at the computer files. QuickBooks accounting, some vendor tracking lists, and a couple other useful things. She almost didn’t notice May slip in the back door until she felt the woman tap her on the shoulder. “Hey there! Daisy said I need to show you how to set up the milking machine for your personal use.” She spent the next fifteen minutes explaining the machine, how to operate it, clean it, and turn it on and off properly. Then she gave Amanda a hands-on tutorial, slowly letting the machine suck her thick teats into the small tubes. The feeling of the small tubes encasing and providing gentle sucking made Amanda squirm slightly. Daisy just patted her knee and smiled, reassuring her that everyone who worked here got that same feeling. Sorting through the desk’s few drawers she found a folder with her name on it. Inside were copies of her documents, with a small hand written note, ‘Employee’s copies, give to Amanda’. She pulled these out and flipped open the contract, reading it more thoroughly this time. Finally, near the bottom of the document she found what she was looking for. A single paragraph. It read: The employer shall have all rights to transform the employee, as needed, to fill any necessary vacancies in staffing or accommodate any skills need to perform the work duties designated or assigned. Terminated employees may not be eligible for return to their pre- employment forms. Amanda put aside the contract and sighed at the gentle pulling of the milker. The sensation of the milk flowing, relieving her of the burdensome weight, left her feeling relaxed and comfortable. This was going to be a very, very interesting job. She made sure that when Daisy came back to get a copy of the application for her roommate, Christa. After they’re little tryst, she was eager to return some of the experience.

Scavenger Atanah snored softly, leaning on her ship's console. The little purple dragoness had fallen asleep, her ship scanning for large amounts of scrap metal. The Nome Asteroid Field was a good place to find derelict ships for scrap. While not much more then an annoyance to space travelers, the field was avoided for the simple reason that it slowed down travel, and there was a good sized break in it that could be easily passed through. There weren't any huge asteroids anymore as they'd be mined out and blown apart by passing ships for target practice over the course of millennia. Because no one really went in there, various systems and alliances used it for a garbage dump. Many races viewed out of date spaceships as mere trash, they were far inferior to modern constructions. Nowadays it was easier simply to find an asteroid or a large terrestrial mineral deposit and let the construction nanites build a new ship from scratch. With an old ship there was no guarantee there was enough material to build a the newer model from the older one. Atanah's employers were rather cheap in that they didn't want to buy asteroids or mineral deposits, so they sent out ships like Atanah's to find old bits of scrap. They made smaller craft, fit for 50 furrs or less, and that was just passengers. Their most profitable production lines were capable of being crewed by just one or two people. As a result they were mostly personal ships and space yachts for the rich and famous. So each old military, colony, or scientific research vessel that was found could make anywhere from half a dozen to nearly two hundred smaller craft. A soft buzzing wakes the sleepy reptile up from her nap. She yawns and stretches, almost falling off her stool, but her paw catches the console, pulling her back. Yawning she flaps her feathered wings, getting the stiffness out after a few hours of laying limp at her sides. She was rather unlike most of her race, probably stemming from a little off-planet DNA in her family tree somewhere. Atanah thought her wings were rather beautiful, covered in soft feathers rather then smooth scales and stretchy skin. She came from a world that was all tropical rain forest. To get her living environment to tolerable levels, it caused the inside of her ship to make some species rather uncomfortable with its stifling heat and high humidity. The dragoness wore no clothes, feeling more comfortable in adapting her environment to comfortable temperatures for her body, rather then confine herself with scraps of fabric. Murring softly, Atanah wraps her wings around herself, giving herself a hug with the soft, fluffy feathers. The dragoness looks over the console, checking for the source of the noise, but she finds the sonsole dead, the ship's AI having turned it off upon seeing Atanah resting on it for a nap. "Casdrana, what's that noise?" she asks the computer. "It's an alarm, m'lady." the computer replies in it's shy female voice. Atanah shook her head in amusement. She'd had the AI programmed with a bit of a playful personality. "I know it's an alarm Cass, but why is it going off?" She smiles, knowing the AI knew perfectly well what she meant. "Well, m'lady, you set the scanners to detect any large derelict ships, and I found one. Great big one too. Not very old, perhaps five years, human research vessel/colony builder with an experimental jump drive." Casdrana explains. "A human vessel? Way out here? Boy are they off the beaten path." Atanah rolls her eyes, humans were always getting lost, some kind of genetic refusal in the males to stop and ask for directions. "Perhaps they placed it here for a reason? Humans will often use a craft long after it ceases to function optimally out of sentimental value. It's not like them to abandon one like this." The computer speculates. "So what's the status on the ship?" the dragoness asks with a yawn. "Structural field intact, life support has been thrown into some strange setting, all air have been flushed from the ship, however the ambient temperature is set to well over one hundred degrees Vandrigite." That was about the same temperature Atanah had her own ship set to. Humans found it very uncomfortable, especially so when they couldn't breathe. "So no survivors?" she asks. "Definitely not, though the ship's computer tells me, rather monotone-ly I might add, that there is however a stasis pod active in Medlab 13. It's rather morbid that the ship hasn't been programmed with a personality, nor gender, I might add. It's like conversing with a eunuch!" Atanah suspects that if Cass had eyes, she'd roll them right now. "So what happened to the ship?" she asks. "The computer doesn't know, it was offline and upgrading it's operating system at the time. When it regained standard system function, this had already happened. Someone emptied the ship of all oxygen based gases and dropped the environmental temperature controls. Everything in the ship was frozen solid within three minutes, then the ship warmed back up to the current temperature. That would of course cause severe tissue ruptures in almost all lifeforms. There are also several parts of the ship that were severely damaged from within, and all observation areas regarding them were taken offline by brute force. I wouldn't recommend going in there." "Cass, there might be someone still alive in there, I have to." the dragoness says. "Pilot in to the closest docking hatch to the lab. I'm going to get my suit on, give me directions to the lab through my comlink, ok?" Atanah says, walking back toward the mid section of the ship "Yes m'lady." the AI says. Atanah pulls her suit on, It wasn't very comfortable when you had wings, but it was the best her people could do, especially since there were so many different wing sizes and shapes. "You hear me, Cass?" the dragoness asks through the comlink. "Yes I do. Hold on to something. We're docking. Brace yourself." The ship shudders and Atanah falls over. "I told you to brace yourself." the AI says sarcastically. "You didn't give me the chance." "Oh please, I gave you ample bracing time." "You did not, you said, 'Brace yourself!' and then docked!" "Depressurizing." "Don't change the subject." "Opening hatches." "Don't ignore me, you silly bunch of bytes!" "I'm not ignoring you, I'm just skirting the subject, now get going you silly biological life form, before their computer starts asking me to play chess. I hate chess. The sooner I can disengaged and start towing the ship, the better." Cass complains. "Ok, ok, I'll be quick. Directions?" Atanah asks, rolling her eyes in her space suit. Since the artificial gravity is in place, she moves much faster then if she had to use the magnetic boots. "Down the hall, to the left, says Medlab 13 on the door in big black human letters." The AI explains. "I don't read human!" "Second door on your right then." Atanah rounds a corner and stops in her tracks. Down at the end of the hallway was a big gap in the interior of the ship, like something had taken a big bite out of it. It looked kind of random, no real sense to it. She wondered what had done it, but shook her head. Turning to the door and placing a paw on the open panel, the door hissed open. The lights were on, making it easy to see in the room. The dragoness found the stasis pod immediately. It was big and bulky, and too much for her to carry, she pulled a few sticky backed float-disks from a pocket on her suit, and stuck them to the front of the thing. It had an internal power supply, so she wasn't worried about what would happen if she moved the big metal cylinder. activating the disks, she tipped it down, pulling it back. Something under her paw made a brittle snapping sound. Looking down, Atanah recoiled in horror. She was stepped on a corpse. Immediately jumping over to one side, she looked down at the bleached bones on the floor. While the sudden freeze and lack of oxygen had killed off the crew and passengers, the bacteria were alive and well, having eaten away the flesh of whatever it was. It wasn't a human, the skull was shaped wrong, and it had digigrade legs, fangs, and a tail. It wasn't unusual, many furrs had jobs aboard human vessels. Saying a quick prayer to the Goddess for the furr's spirit, Atanah turned with the pod and returned to her own ship. With a hiss, the atmosphere seeps back into the airlock. Atanah removes her suit as soon as possible, stretch her captive wings. She runs a hand over the metal cylinder, wondering what it contained. "It isn't like virus samples or anything, is it?" she asks. "Of course not. A stasis pod is only used for biological organisms of far larger sizes. Scans show that it what's inside is somewhat small, perhaps a child or cub? The field is too strong to get much of anything, so you'll have to open it up. Big green thing, on the side." "I knew that! I'm wondering if I ought to open it up. There might be something hazardous in there." Atanah speculates. "Well the process takes about five minutes to reverse, so just hit the button, leave the airlock, and watch through the window, scardytail." the AI chides. "Oh stop it. How would you like it if something jumped out of their and ate my face off?" "Ok, ok, I don't want to see you hurt m'lady." Casdrana finally admits. "Ok then, I'm pressing the button!" Atanah says, then does so, turning and quickly darting out of the room as soon as the pod begins to make noise. Peering curiously trough the window, Atanah watches in fascination, wondering the pod contains. When she sees what it it, she sighs with relief. "Oh, just somebody's egg. Cass, can you scan and see what species it belongs to?" the dragoness asks. "It's too early to tell, the creature inside is still forming, there isn't enough biology to study. The shell is however is somewhat leathery, with a calcium rich shell underneath. There's quite a few complex substances in the shell that I'm having difficulty identifying, though nothing poisonous to you." "So... um... what temperature should I incubate it ate? Can you tell?" she asks. "It seems to be responding just fine to present conditions. So I think your normal settings are acceptable for it's growth." "'Kay, I'm going to secure it in my room in a box full of blankets. It's the best I can do since I don't have an actual nest box." "Go ahead. Shall I engage the tractor beam to the ship and begin on a course for the drop off point?" the AI asks. "That'd be great, Cass, thanks." the dragoness replies, opening the airlock door to take the egg out of the stasis pod. She sniffs the air, a strange scent having filled the airlock, perhaps the air from the stasis pod? It wasn't bad though, it smelled quite nice. Atanah gently picks up the egg, it was larger then those her own species laid, about half again as large. It felt heavy as well. Cradling it in her arm she felt a sharp prick on her scales. Pulling the egg away, she could see nothing, neither a wound, nor something sharp on the egg. She hoped she hadn't picked up scale mites at the last space station. Carrying the egg she headed toward her room. She found that the smell was coming from the egg, it was a very comforting smell. It reminded her of home, and of family, and of hatchlings, and of mating. It had been so long since Atanah had mated. She sighed softly, it was kind of lonely out here in space with just the computer for company, and her fingers and tail for pleasure. Her sex was beginning to drip, she was going into heat again. It wasn't much of a surprise, her people were known for this, going into a fit of deep sexual need very quickly, seemingly without reason. She sat down on her bed, spreading her legs, her tail curled around the egg. The box could wait, she had more important things to take care of. She began to finger herself gently, rubbing at her clit with the other paw. It felt nice, but all it did was arouse her desire to be mated further. Atanah just lay back and let it build, she enjoyed the powerful feelings her sex gave her when she was in heat. But this felt different, rather then begin the familiar slow escalation toward climax, she continued to ache, demanding to be filled with something other then taloned fingers. Her body wanted something inside her cunt, needed something inside her cunt. 'What about the egg?' said a small voice in her mind. Yes, the egg, the tapered point at the top would fit nicely. Grabbing it with both hands the dragoness brought it up to her aching femsex, teasing her opening with the egg's point. "Mmmm... feels so good." she moaned. The ache began to fade, her body accepting the touch of the egg. She began to push it in, her folds parting easily to take the first inch or two of the leathery purple orb. Atanah blinks. Purple? Had it been purple before? Did it matter really? No, no matter what color it was, it felt heavenly up against her, the ache in her crotch has faded to a dull tingling. She began to rock the egg back and forth, sliding in and out of her womanhood with it's smooth, round tip. Wait. smooth? It wasn't smooth, it was leathery and... and... Atanah's eyes widened in horror as she looked at the egg. Not only had it turned purple, but it had taken on the pattern of her lavender belly scales. Something wasn't right! She tried to pull the egg away, and gasped suddenly with a wave of pleasure coursing through her that made her arch her back. Ignoring the sweet feelings the touch of her fingers gave her on the egg's skin, she felt around her pussy, trying to find where the egg stopped and she began. Her body was rebelling against her, she could feel her muscles gripping the egg, pulling it deeper and deeper into herself. It was some weird alien parasite! It would probably suck away all the nutrition she took in to make itself grow, and when it finally ripped its way out of her. But the egg inside her felt good. It was altering her, there was no way that she ought to be able to take an object this large into herself and not feel pain. What she felt now was like a spectacular mating with a loving male. She felt her fear and panic leaving her. The egg was pumping some kind of chemical in her to calm her down, and it was working. It would probably kill her, but the egg felt so nice, it felt so right being inside of her. The egg was her reason for living, why would she want it out of her? Murring softly, Atanah began to stroke the bulging extension of her labia that formally wrapped around her egg. A strange green-yellow ooze began to seep from her skin down there. There was no need to panic, it was completely natural. It began to flow from her skin in other places as well. Atanah remained calm as the goo spread over her. It was her cocoon, when she emerged she would be the perfect mother for the little egg inside of her. She could feel the egg all the way inside of her now, slowly creeping up into her womb where it belonged. She felt her eyelids begin to grow heavy, telling her to sleep, sleep and embrace her change. The soft pulsing in her crotch continued however, it felt nice. Murring softly, Atanah fell asleep, her cocoon beginning to build around her. Atanah purred softly, she felt a little bit cold, absentmindedly she reaches for a blanket and find something soft and furry. Trying to pull it over herself, she finds that it's her own tail. That bring her fully awake, her tail wasn't fuzzy! At least it wasn't supposed to be. Sure enough, it is now, as is the rest of her body, covered in soft amythist and lavender fur with thin red stripes, almost like gashes on her body. The dragoness looked at herself in awe, wonder, and fear. What had done this to her? There were several other changes as well, there was a big tuft of fur at the end of her tail where the spade shaped tail-blade used to be. Scratching an itch on her belly, she discovered she had not two, not four, not six, but eight breasts. Surprisingly her tummy wasn't swollen, or burst with a horrible creature coming out of it. The biggest surprise of all, literally, lay between her legs. Hir legs. A big purple cock, aroused from the hormone shift made while sleeping, stood erect, laying just above hir navel and hir lowest pair of breasts. While different, the changes to hir body weren't so bad. Hir wings were still there. Shi fumbled for the comlink on hir nightstand, shi'd disconnected all of Casdrana's access to hir room, after shi'd punched up an incoming communication while Atanah was having some very intimate moments with a cucumber. All the AI could do was making the door entry beep, which was loud enough to wake the dragoness up. It was why shi kept a comlink, switched off, nearby. Shi couldn't find the comlink, in fact, shi couldn't find the nightstand. The only illumination was the soft glow of the safety strip above hir bed. "Lights." Atanah said sleepily. The lights came on and shi recoiled in horror. It was hir room, and then again, it wasn't. It looked... alive. The wall appeared to be made of purple-gray flesh, Atanah could see it stretch and pulse occasionally. The bed shi was laying on wasn't a bed. It was a soft, squishy blob attached to the floor and covered in thick shaggy fur. The windows were translucent green, like hir own eyes. The doors looked to be made of solid white bone. All the furniture was gone. The dragoness reluctantly stepped onto the floor, soft fur-like carpet growing from the ground. Shi shuddered, this place was so wrong, but the feel of the floor, the slight give of the skin underneath the fur, the almost subliminal throb, like a heartbeat felt comforting to Atanah, though shi knew it was wrong. Afraid, and yet comforted, shi walked toward the bathroom, a seam between the flesh of the walls parting to allow hir access. The tub had been altered, and was rather like a spring, warm water continuously pouring down from the wall, and draining out the bottom. The sink was the same. The mirror was also tinted green, like the windows. shi didn't even want to think about what the toilet was like. With a shudder shi turned back into hir room, only to find a creature sitting on hir bed. It looked much like hir in fact, save for the colors and the fact that it was only two thirds hir height. It had honey blonde hair, jaguar patterned fur, and a pair of oversized white feathered wings. "Good morning, Mama." it said. Atanah just stared at hir daughter. She was so confused, and so afraid. "I know you're scared, Mama, I'm not going to hurt you. Just come here and sit next to me." the little dragon pats the space on the bed next to hir. Before she can even think about what shi's doing, Atanah is halfway there. She halts her approach, frightened again. The creature controls her, Atanah had just began to obey hir without a second thought. "It's ok, Mama, please?" the creature asks, eyes pleading. Shivering Atanah sits down next to the creature. The leopard-dragon take Atanah's paw in both of her own, "I know you don't understand any of this. Let me explain. We're of a race that seeks to achieve biological perfection. We grow stronger by mating with new creatures that we encounter, or convert them like we did with you. This also results in an offspring, me." the creature cuddles up to Atanah, stroking hir fur softly. "I'm not going to hurt you, Mama, we don't ever hurt anybody. All we wanted to do with that ship was make ourselves more comfortable. Anything mechanical feels wrong to us, it feels like a cold, dead thing. So we convert it. Isn't this nice?" shi gestures to the literally living room. "Y-y-yes, it's nice." Atanah continues to shiver, shi wants so shy away from hir spawn's touch, but something won't let hir. "You're still afraid, Mama, why?" the little dragon asks, confused. "Because you... you're doing something to my mind." Atanah says softly. Hir daughter snuggles up to hir, placing hir head on hir mother's chest. "I'm controlling you a little bit telepathically. I'm the core of our species, a leader. You will be too once you learn to use your abilities. But right now I have to keep you under control so you don't do something that would hurt you, me, or our ship." the creature explains. The little dragon wraps hir arms around hir mother's body. "I know this all seems strange and frightening to you now, Mama, but you'll find out how nice it is in no time! But first you have to name me." says the little dragon. "Jithana." Atanah says softly. "Jithana..." the creature says. "Jithana..." she repeats, testing the name. "I'm Jithana." she says happily. Jithana wraps hir wings around hir mother's back. The elder dragoness yelps as shi feels a soft, rough tongue gently lapping at one of hir nipples. Shi sighs and lays back, letting hir child suckle. "Mama likes this, don't you?" Jithana purrs. "Y-yes." the elder dragoness admits. "How about this?" Jithana asks, her paw slipping down to stroke hir mother's cock. Atanah tries to push hir daughter away. "No! No, don't do that!" shi protests, but the mutant refuses to stop. "Don't think about all the taboos and notions your race has about sex. For us it's a very important thing, not just for reproduction. Here, Mama, let me mate with you." Jithana purrs, rubbing hir maleness against hir mother's netherlips. "Oooh, Jithana, please don't!" Atanah begs. "Don't worry, Mama, it's ok." says Jithana, slowly entering hir mother, causing the purple dragoness to gasp. "Just relax, Mama, I'm going to take care of you. You've been without a mate for so long, let me be your male for now. Let me show you the ways of our race. Just trust me, Mama, I'll never hurt you." Jithana says softly. Atanah does indeed do just that, trusting the creature that was responsible for hir change. Shi knew Jithana could force hir to do anything shi wanted, it was comforting to have her ask and have hir mother's consent. Atanah reached up to stroke hir daughter's cheek. "Go on, Jithana, I trust you." says the purple. Jithana nuzzles hir mother's breasts with hir nose, slowly pulling out. "Yes, I can make you feel so good." purrs the cat-dragon. Shi was right, it did feel good. Atanah purred softly as hir femsex gushed pre-cum onto hir daughter's rod. "Yes, Mama, your juices feel so good coating my maleness." says the smaller dragoness, beginning the thrust hir hips, mating with hir mother. The elder wraps hir arms and wings around hir child, laying back onto the bed. "Mate with me, Jithana, make your mama cum!" shi purrs. The little dragoness looks up at hir mother, smiling. "I will, Mama." shi purrs, closing hir eyes. Atanah can feel hir daughter's cock swelling, growing larger, changing shape. Shi moans, arching hir back, hir child's cock tickled, covered with tiny spines. "Murrrrr, yes, I thought you'd like that." Jithana says softly, reaching up with a paw to bring hir mother's head down to where shi can reach it. Hir spotted muzzle opens, hir forked tongue snaking out to entwine with hir mother's. They pull closer, engaging in a kiss that sends a delicious thrill through the both of them. "Wh-what just happened?" Atanah asks, something strange swirling through hir mind. Jithana licks hir lips. "A tiny information transfer. You get to feel my body, and I get to feel yours. Just wait until we cum together, Mama, it'll feel so good. Mmmm, kiss me again." Jithana says, hir tongue snaking out, begging to enter hir mother's muzzle once again. Atanah curls hir tongue around hir child's, pulling their muzzles together again. Shi shivers as they connect again. Jithana wasn't exaggerating, shi could feel hir pussy, and hir daughter's thrusting cock. Shi could feel hir own caressed softly, sandwiched between their soft, furry bodies. -Can you hear me, Mama?- Atanah hears inside hir head. -Y-yes, I can.- she replies in kind. -Isn't this so much easier then talking? After we mate, we'll be linked together all the time, won't that be wonderful, Mama?- Atanah can feel hir daughter's purr. Shi slips a paw between the little one's legs, circling hir pussy lips gently. Shi can feel hir own touch through hir connection with Jithana, can sense hir daughter's delight at the touch. The two keep their paces slow, exploring the sensations over the link. -Yessss, nice and gentle, we have all the time in the universe, Mama, don't rush it. Just enjoy the moment.- says Jithana. Atanah can feel a warmth building in their two bodies. -Oh Jithana!- the purple moans, writhing and arching hir back. -Please, daughter, let us cum!- Atanah begs, panting. -Oh yes, Mama! We will cum, cum and be linked together forever!- Atanah can imagine the smile of hir offspring's face. -Forever.- Atanah repeats. Gods! Hir climax felt like an explosion! Shi yowled loudly, as did Jithana, the feelings of orgasm in two bodies and four organs overloading both participants. Atanah can't tell where shi ends and Jithana begins. Oh.... it feels so nice, feeling hir cock erupt into hir pussy, feeling hir fingers in hirself, feeling hir maleness covering hir twin tummies in sticky seed. Shi pulls out of hirself, peering into hir own eyes with hir other pair. Their kiss has broken, but shi can still feel both of hir bodies. Shi can feels both of hir minds working, reveling in the feelings of hir bodies. It was strange, unsettling being in two bodies, having two minds. Slowly the sensation fade. Shi is no longer two, shi is Atanah and Jithana. Shi can still feel hir daughter's body. -Mama, that was wonderful. Beautiful. Better then I ever could've imagined. My racial memories didn't prepare me for how incredible this felt.- Jithana says, snuggling up against hir mother's belly. Atanah begins to lick hir cum from hir mate's bellyfur. -Jithana, let me bathe you?- the mother asks. -Of course, Mama.- Jithana says, taking hir mother by the paw and leading hir into the bathroom. The two slip into the perfectly warm water of the tub. Atanah shivers with the touch of the delicious warmth. "It's perfect!" shi purrs. Atanah begins to stroke hir daughter's fur gently. "You wish to speak aloud, Mama?" the spotted dragoness asks. "It makes me feel more comfortable, this is a lot to take in at one time." the elder says with a contented sigh. "I understand." Jithana says, as hir mother scrubs hir golden fur gently. "Umm. Jithana? Where's the soap?" the purple asks. "Oh! Cass, some soap please!" says the younger dragoness. "Coming right up!" answers the AI. That causes Atanah to blink. "Cass, she's... still around?" The spotted dragon smiles. "Oh yes. She resisted the conversion at first, but as biological components replaced more and more of her network and operated far more efficiently she ceased removing herself from those areas. It's refreshing to find a computer with a personality and gender, rather then have to build one from the ground up." says Jithana. A tentacle slowly slips out of the water, dripping a blue-green goo from a rather phallic protrusion. Atanah stares at it. "You're kidding, right?" shi asks incredulously. The tentacle cuddles up to hir, dripping it's goo on hir breasts. Shi experimentally rubs it in, getting a think lather. Jithana justs stands there with a smile as hir mother takes a handful of the goo and begins to rub in into hir gold and white fur. The 'soap dispenser' pokes tentatively at Atanah's sex. "Cass!" shi scolds the living ship. "Are you doing that?" "Y-yes. I umm... I've kind of had a crush on you all these years, Atanah." "My ship's computer is a closet lesbian?" "Not so closet anymore..." the former AI purrs, slowly slipping a tentacle into the dragoness. "Ooooh, Cass, that feels so good." "Of course it does, I'm lubing you up with a little something that does that. I'm capable of producing just about anything. I love having a physical form now, especially something like this..." says Casdrana, slipping another tentacle up from the floor to engulf her owner's shaft. Jithana turns hir mother around, wrapping hir legs around the purple's body, lathering up Atanah's breasts as tentacles caress the dragoness. "Mmmm... I could get used to a ship like this." Atanah purrs, Jithana licking hir neckfur. "This is so much more fun then napping on a console and watching the same old holovids." Atanah says with a smile, reaching up to stroke hir offspring's cheek. "Are you still scared of all this, Mama?" Jithana asks. "No, kitten, no I don't. This is a wonderful gift you've given me." shi sighs contentedly. "I'm glad. The people on the ship you found me on were afraid of us, one man went crazy, and he... he killed everybody. My egg-mother managed to put me in the stasis pod, where you found me." Jithana says softly. Atanah snuggles hir child. "I won't don't that to you, Jithana, and I don't think Cass would either. Ooooooh... Cass, I think that's enough fun for now." The AI pulls her tentacles away from Atanah, making soft sucking sounds as they pull off and out of hir. "You're no fun. I can finally physically interact with you after all the time we've spent together and you don't want to." the computer sulks. "Cass, we can play later. I'd like to see your new layout, and where we're headed." "Well, we're heading to complete delivery of the derelict behind us. Don't worry about any confusion or hostile intent, I still look the same on the outside." says Casdrana. "Oh." Atanah says simply, turning over to let hir daughter soap up hir back and wings. "Aaah, Jithana, that feels wonderful." the elder purrs. "I know, Mama, I can feel it." the spotted dragoness says with a chuckle. "So does mating always feel that good?" Atanah asks. "At least. The more minds you have in a link, the better it feels. Oh, and don't worry about losing individuality or anything like that. You'll always be you, no matter how big our nest grows. Though I'm going to say that we're going to have to pick our converts carefully, bad things could happen if we bring a psychopath or something of the like into our nest." Jithana sinks down into the warm water, rinsing hirself off. Atanah does the same, snuggling with hir daughter. "Awhile ago on of our number brought in a scientist, a genetic engineer. We thought that someone so bright and so knowledgeable about the way lifeforms work would be a valuable member. He understood our race and our driving concept, and he created a species that would breed faster, convert faster. The only problem was that the conversions weren't at all bright. They were obsessed with the mind link and mating. They'll convert a ship and have it take them to out of the way places, colonies mostly. They'll convert the locals, expand the ship, and then continue on. Like bees, once a nest gets too big, it'll split, as will the ship." she sighs. "They're what most races think of when they think of what our species does. They're known as "Overunners." We can control them, by converting them again. But it's hard to do it with a group of them. Because one on one, we're stronger, but if we're mating with two or more at the same time, we become one of them. So they're pretty bad news. But other then a few little differences, we're just like everybody else." Jithana says with a shrug. "Umm. hate to interrupt, but did you say 'Overunners?'" the computer asks. "Yes, I did." Jithana says. "Well, the newsbank of the space station we're dropping this off at say that there was an Overunner attack on a nearby colony. The only survivors are a Biosynthetic and a convert who managed to escape mating halfway through the process. No one wants to go out there and risk conversion just for a Biosynthetic." Casdrana announces. "Well, then we should pick them up." Atanah says. "Though how'd the Biosynth escape conversion?" shi asks. "Well, the Overunner conversion process is based on nanotechnology, Biosynths are created using nanites as well, the dormant nanites in the Biosynth's body will destroy the invading ones. The way we do it is totally different. If we wanted do, we could make the Biosynth a part of our nest." Jithana says with a smile. "That would be nice. The ship feels... kinda empty for some reason." Atanah admits. "Yes, with this much space a normal nest is perhaps eight to ten individuals." Jithana's tongue slides out, tracing up hir mother's body. "But we can remedy that..." Jithana purrs, lowering hirself onto hir mother's maleness. "Let me teach you about our eggs, Mama..." The two dragonesses share a deep kiss, sinking into the water, delighting in the shared feelings of coupling, knowing that soon their tiny colony will expand.

High School Herms: Dominating the Dragoness Tiaquenatathion sighed and rubbed her muzzle as she glared at the computer in front of her. For all the wonders that the union of worlds had produced, it had also brought along with it a collection of annoyances and complications enough to try even the patience of a near immortal. Here she was on a glorious evening, an entire weekend ahead of her, so many wondrous things she could do with her little collection of pets waiting for a free moment or two. But rather than being at home with her own personal 'harem' she was stuck in the office drafting memos about various minutia. Upon Old Aerth she would merely have given the word, and policy would have been changed according to her whim. But now she had to discuss things with the heads of various departments, listen to their input, have the school board look over her proposals, and wait for them to give them their blessing before they could be enacted. It was boring tedium, something far below someone of her bloodline and power. She was the mightiest dragon upon three continents, or at least she had been once. She had managed the feat even with only being three-quarters dragon. She was the only non-pure blooded dragon to be gifted a proper name by the gods of dragonkind. She took the opportunity to remind everyone of that at every opening. But eventually the inferiority of minds and tongues grated on her so badly that she allowed them to call her something lesser, Headmistress Quena. The Headmistress title was required. If the lesser beings couldn't be bothered to learn how to pronounce her name, they would make up for it by addressing her as "Mistress." Quena let out another sigh and continued writing her mindless memorandums. Oh certainly she could have merely dictated them and had a secretary write them up, but she took her position as the head of an entire magical university quite seriously. Even though it was boring and tedious, she would personally oversee each one of her duties. Besides, she couldn't trust a lesser being to convey the proper intellect and elegance to the words. The drudgery was interrupted some minutes later with a tentative knock at her door, barely audible. The door cracked upon a moment later and a furred feline face peered in with an expression somewhere between fear and awe, "I was t-t-told by the Admissions Office to come up and s-see you personally, H-H-Headmistress Quena," the feline girl stammered. The dragoness smiled; perhaps she would have some fun this evening after all. She smiled widely, quite a fearsome sight with the many teeth within her reptilian snout. "Come in, my pet," she said in her most pleasant tone of voice, "and make yourself comfortable." She waved to the chair across from her and the newcomer bowed, clasping her hands in front of her before stepping into the office, making sure to close the door behind her. Quena sent a small spark of will towards the door, locking it and activating a symbol of enchantment upon it that would give anyone approaching an immense sense of foreboding. It prevented her from being disturbed by anyone unless they came bearing news of a sort that would anger the Headmistress even more than having her fun interrupted. Quena drew in a deep breath, her sense of smell incredibly keen, even for a dragon. She could sense the emotions upon the girl, fear, respect, awe, as she should be from a being half her massive height. She could also scent other things; great magical potential, as well as a rather... interesting fact about her guest. She allowed her eyes to roam over the girl's body; she was just how the dragoness liked her pets. The feline was still in the stages of life where her mind and soul could be easily shaped, almost effortlessly bound to a will greater than her own. She was blossoming wonderfully into womanhood, hints of further development that would make her an absolutely gorgeous young woman by the time she graduated from the university. Other scents reached deep into Quena, drawing out other urges. The girl was shy, submissive, and found the dragoness wonderfully attractive. She was having some difficulty keeping her arousal in line, and as Quena looked over her the dragoness could easily see why. The girl tried her best to hide it, but she was wearing clothes that were too small for her lithe frame; perhaps something from an elder sister, but to Quena's keen gaze her state of mixed gender was obvious. Quena caught herself from letting out an involuntary gasp; she had known of the girl's dual gender upon her entry into the room, but if what she saw held true, then the girl was quite well endowed as a male. Her hair and fur were well groomed, nearly gleaming in the dim light the dragoness preferred in her office. Her long hair, worn in a pair of pigtails, looked wonderfully soft, and the dragoness' fingertips ached in longing, desiring nothing more than to run through those silken tresses. She could do without the large saber teeth that extended down past the girl's chin, but they came with the package. An interesting mortal bloodline steeped in sorcery. The red hair and lavender eyes also marked her as one who had parents dabbling in dark magics. "So, Miss Kinai," Quena purred, "what brings you to my campus, rather than having one of your own instruct you in the way of magic?" The girl's facial fur fluffed in a blush, apparently not expecting the dragoness to know of her heritage. She took a moment to regain her composure, drawing in a few deep breathes and letting them out. "I... I'm Kiko Kinai, Headmistress," the girl began. "And none of my kin wish to take me on as an apprentice due to certain...," the girl sighed softly and looked downward, ashamed. "Certain deformities and behaviors. With my clan's seeking of patron spirits, I would be away in the wilderness with my mentor for quite some time and..." She seemed to be on the verge of tears. Quena fought the impulse to grin predatorily, "And though your clan encourages intimacy between master and pupil, your kin find your state of mixed gender undesirable," she said, allowing herself to grin. Kiko's eyes widened, "Y-yes, Headmistress," she said, bowing again. "Though my clan identifies a third gender, it is one of feminine body and male gender. My..." she began to sob softly. "Your possession of both sexes is looked upon as freakish and unclean," the dragoness finished for the girl. The young snow leopard merely nodded, pulling her legs up into the chair and wrapping her arms around them. She looked so small, so fragile, so perfect. It took a great deal of self control to stop herself from reaching out and grabbing the girl and holding her tight. All of Quena's pets were like Kiko, neither male nor female, but a state in between. Each held wonderful magical potential that Quena would coax and shape into something wonderful. They also all came from poor backgrounds, requiring patronage in order to attend the university. "And if you've been sent to me, that means that you need a sponsor on staff here, being unable to pay your tuition, yes?" Quena said, standing. The girl nodded once more, shaking softly, "Y-yes ma'am," she whispered, quivering all over. Quena leaned over the desk, placing a finger beneath the girl's chin, coaxing her gaze to meet the dragoness' own. The touch came with a subtle spell, one to break down inhibitions and increase arousal. Kiko gasped softly at the touch, and the dragon could scent her growing need upon the air. The snow leopard could only meet Quena's gaze for a moment before looking elsewhere and downwards, her facial fur fluffing even more. "Don't worry about it, my pet. There's no reason for you to fear what is perfectly natural. Increased arousal is very common in people like you. Not many are prepared to deal with the need and longing that someone like you goes through every day. How many times do you need to pleasure yourself in order to make the need stop? Twice a day? Three times? Four?" she purred. "F-f-five," Kiko stammered, finding herself leaning against the dragoness' hand. That was all the invitation Quena needed, scooping the tiny feline up into her arms and sitting back down upon her chair. The snow leopard clung to her, snuffling softly as Quena held her close with one arm, the other gently stroking her fur, running fingers through her hair, comforting the poor girl. "I can help you deal with your need, dear heart; I can help you in so many ways. All you need to do is say it. Would you like to be my apprentice, my pet?" the dragoness grinned, though the phrasing sounded innocent, as she had been calling the girl 'my pet' from the beginning, it was a calculated move in order to get the young leopardess to bind herself far deeper to the dragoness than a mere apprentice. "I-I-I..." Kiko stammered, gulping loudly as the dragoness' taloned fingers found their way beneath her skirt, "Y-yes!" she added, "Y-you... pet... y-yes..." In that moment a spark of energy passed between the two. Quena was nearly panting with need and longing, she'd never been so excited over a new pet before. A quick motion of her claws parted the girl's sodden panties from her body, easily cast aside. Quena shuddered as she wrapped her hand around the girl's glorious cock, bigger than anything her other pets sported, and Kiko was not even full grown yet. The snow leopard gasped softly, thrusting into Quena's grip. "Just one m-more thing..." Quena gasped, craving Kiko's cock more and more by the second, "A kiss to seal the deal, and then you'll be..." "Be mine?" Kiko finished, looking up at the dragoness with pleading eyes filled with happy tears and a hopeful smile. "Yes..." the dragon purred, leaning down, her smooth forked tongue seeking out Kiko's rougher one. The snow leopard cried out softly as seemingly a lifetime of pent up need surged outward from her climax. Quena's suitcoat and shirt were saturated, but she didn't care, such a wonderful prize as this was worth far more that mere clothing. She could feel the magical bond building between the two of them, master and pet, but there was something else, a pleasant warmth from the girl's seed, seeming to grow in heat rather than cooling upon her scales. "Mmm... you're mine now." The dragoness growled, grabbing Kiko by the waist, intent on turning her over, bending her over the desk. But oddly her powerful grip was stopped by the gentle placement of a hand upon her wrist. "No, 'my pet,'" Kiko said, her voice shifting, full of confidence, sounding much more familiar now that its owner no longer had to maintain a shy and submissive tone, "You are MINE!" Yuriko kicked the reclining mechanism of the chair, shoving the dragoness back. "For all your fondness for wordplay for your binding spells, your hubris assures that you pay little attention at all to the words coming from a submissive little fucktoy." She growled. Quena's eyes widened, she wanted to roar, to lash out at this upstart servant of hers who had somehow concealed her true appearance through unknown magics that she had been unable to scent out. But she could not, the spell that she had prepared was incredibly binding, she had designed it herself for use on her own thralls and playthings. As much as it sickened her, she couldn't help but part her lips and give a soft reply of, "Yes, my mistress." "Mmm... that's what I've waited so long to hear..." Yuriko purred, slipping a hand beneath the dragoness' skirt, "Now if the pattern holds true, this ought to be rather interesting for you..." The warmth of the seed had spread, seemingly all over Quena's body. For all her suppressed rage and indignation about being enslaved by a mere mortal mammal, the sensation of Yuriko's fingertips upon her suddenly burning loins seemed almost worth it. Almost. Quena moaned as a strange new lust began to build inside her. She couldn't help but grind against Kiko's... no, Yuriko's caress. How could she have been so careless? Why hadn't she seen the girl's stammerings to be the dominant half of the arcane pact? Gods, how had she managed to make the spell so easy to fool? "C-c-counterspell..." she managed to moan, "Less than an hour before..." Yuriko grinned. "Before aspects of it become permanent? What's wrong? Don't want a taste of your own medicine?" she purred, stroking the dragoness' cheek. "I know what things you placed in your enthrallment charm, I can feel them through my tie to you, Quena. You're a sick bitch, you know that? I knew that your 'apprentices' were screwed up, but I had no idea you were this twisted. I think it's going to be quite fitting, having you bound to my will, every moment that you're either not in my presence or doing my bidding filled with longing to serve your mistress. I have half a mind to summon a chaos portal and toss you in, letting you pine away into nothingness somewhere in the vast expanse of eternity." Quena couldn't help herself; the spell had already begun to twist her mind and spirit into the shape she had desired for her toys. The very thought of being away from Yuriko filled her with soul crushing despair. But despite it she managed to growl out a threat. "You know what will happen to my pets if you do that to me," she managed, though any intimidation factor she had was broken by the shuddering gasp that escaped her lips as she could feel something changing within her loins. "Oh yes, that's why I figured out a bit of a compromise. The power coursing through you right now, changing you, it seems to not only make you male and female in one, a hermaphrodite, but it also seems to probe deep into your psyche, to find a wonderful fantasy or desire that you've always craved, but never been able to act on or achieve." Yuriko said, grinning, "Tear open your shirt; let's see you play with these wonderful breasts for your mistress." Quena's hands had gripped her shirt before she realized what she was doing. She tried to struggle against the command, but she felt that terrible sorrow filling her once again. Heat filled the dragoness' face as she did as she was told, buttons flying everywhere. The spell cooled her anger, turning it into shyness and shame, just how she liked her own pets. Without prompting she removed her bra and tossed it away, not wanting to risk Yuriko ordering her to destroy even more of her clothing. It was nearly impossible to find good, comfortable, professional looking clothing in her massive size. Altering it magically gave it a faint tickle that annoyed her. Her annoyance at the destruction of her shirt faded as she ran a thumb over each nipple, the pleasure of the act magnified a dozen times by the presence of the spell. A surprised moan forced its way out of her throat; Quena was stunned by the intensity of what she felt. If a mere touch was enough to make her nearly immobile with ecstasy, what would actual sex feel like? She would be like a mindless beast if Yuriko ordered her to fuck. It would be too much, far too much. Quena felt actual guilt for her construction of the enthrallment spell. If a powerful, immortal being like her was easily overwhelmed by the sexual sensations boosted by the spell, how could she expect a young mortal to adapt to it? She'd seen that constant look of fear in her pets' eyes, but she had assumed that it was merely a mix of awe, respect, and having missed her while she was working. But if all sexual sensations were magnified than it would mean that ordering her pets to pleasure her would grant orgasmic sensation many times more than the mundane body could ever provide. No wonder they mobbed her the moment she was in the door, clinging frantically to her. Her pets had gotten into fistfights amongst themselves several times, often when Quena had worked late and only had the desire to play with one or two before bed. They were addicted to her, far more so than they could have been to any drug. "You see?" Yuriko whispered, brushing tears from the dragoness' muzzle. "See what your carelessness with so-called 'lesser' races has brought into being?" "And as you said, after an hour things that to work their way into the 'pet,' becoming a permanent part of them, you can never fix those that you have broken. But I think I have a way to assure that you don't suffer the same fate. Interested?" Quena could only nod as her mistress picked up the pace of her caresses, stroking the oh so sensitive nub of her clit, which seemed to be growing. "Your thoughts and desires are mine to read, just like you could look over your pets if you so desired. But you've become lazy and complacent. Rather than finding what they desire, what they crave, you've instead given them orders, letting the spells that bind them reshape their wills in order to match your own. How many of them are still pets, and how many are little more than puppets? "I think that would be fitting, to make you my puppet; to have me pulling your strings. Even if I removed you, there would be no guarantee that the next headmistress would be just as bad, or perhaps even worse. Oh no, I think I'll leave you right where you are, and assure that you take steps to better this academy for everyone. Not just for your favorite sorts of beings. Having a one hundred year lifespan does not make teaching magic to them a waste." The words drew a spark of thought from Quena, and she threw all her will into hiding it. But her efforts were not enough; Yuriko laughed and slipped a finger into the dragoness' femsex. It brought further tears to Quena's eyes and she thrust against her mistress, arching her back involuntarily. Yuriko was just teasing her and Quena had nearly climaxed; what would it feel like to have that huge, wonderful cock inside of her? "Oh just you wait, I'll be filling you like a proper whore in due time. I want you to hunger for it, to beg me to be fucked. And I don't want it to be the spell doing the work. My manhood is off limits to you until you truly desire it, until you can't stand being without it anymore." Yuriko leaned forward, her rough feline tongue tracing over a huge, black nipple. "Mmm... you're so wonderfully colored, so exotic. It's a shame you dress so conservatively. If I were you, I'd love to show this off." Quena blushed as she felt the suggestion sink into her. It would please her mistress if the dragoness dressed slatternly, and pleasing Yuriko would make Quena feel oh so wonderful. "Though I can't really hang around with you all day and watch people ogle your wonderfully built body in proper clothes to show it off. Or can I?" she said with a wicked grin. "You've always wanted to be the power behind the power, the true strength behind a position of authority. You never truly wanted this job, but you saw no other way to do it. You've also had the desire of being in perfect control of someone, being able to direct their every move, their every thought and word. You can have that ability, if you truly desire it. You can also be a hidden power, but one hiding in plain sight. And best of all, you'd never, ever have to be apart from your mistress. Would you like that my pet? To have so many needs, desires, and dreams made real?" Yuriko whispered. Quena tensed, moaning once more. She found herself embracing the alteration in her gender, found herself craving it; longing for it to surge forth into a proper draconic length. But its growth seemed stunted. "I'm only letting it grow when you submit more and more to me," Yuriko purred. "I'll let it grow out a few inches, give you a proper cock, if you'll admit that you're mine. That you're my pet, my slave, my whore. Isn't that what you make your pets promise before you fuck them? Stroke them and caress them, forbid them to climax from one of their sexes until their bind themselves even further to you and cast aside their dignity?" "I... I..." the dragoness stammered. Words that had sounded so much fun coming from her own lips instead were harsh, dominating, and wicked when spoken by another. She had merely thought it fun, infusing her pets with a similar open, free, and powerful sexuality like most of dragonkind was known for. She thought it also a bit of teasing, of coaxing her pets into a more lustful mood. Though that part was quite true, as Yuriko's demands made her ache for more, long for more, nearly to the point where she needed to let the feline complete the alterations upon her. She felt like she was going to explode from the built up sensations within her that refused to be unleashed. "I want you to experience everything you've done to them, pet," Yuriko said, punctuating her words by dragging her rough feline tongue over Quena's breast. "I want you to say it. I want you to tell me what you are. Just a few little words and this can be all over." "I need... I need..." Quena whimpered, "need to fuck..." "Then just say the words," the leopardess purred, shifting her positioning just a little, allowing her furred thighs to rub against the dragon's still-growing length, "tell me what you are." Quena let out a soft, sobbing moan. She couldn't help it, it was too much to take. Every inch of her body screamed out for sex, to plunge her newly developed cock into her mistress' depths. While her mind cried out to her that she could resist, the sensations of the flesh were too much to tolerate. "Your whore, mistress," she whispered. "I'm your whore." The dragoness' body quivered as a surge of energy poured through it, and suddenly the need was gone. The ache was still their, the lustful, overwhelming desire. But it was no longer something to be feared, something to be resisted. Quena let out a soft sigh, the last bits of the spell slipping into place upon her mind and spirit. She welcomed them now as all the thoughts of resistance, of breaking free, of vengeance that filled her drifted away. It felt wonderful to obey, to serve her mistress. Her obedience was rewarded as Yuriko lowered herself onto her pet's new member. Quena let out a pleasured moan as she felt her new manhood shifting. No longer was it merely an overgrown clit, but rather a proper draconic dick with its generous length and girth, its spade shaped head, its heavy sheath at the base, and all the little rings, ridges, and bumps that made a draconic dildo the most popular shape for pleasuring many races of sentient being. It made Quena grin to hear her mistress' soft cries as she lowered herself onto the massive length. The new pet felt as if she'd erupt in climax the moment the tip of her new member slipped inside her mistress. But the spell that bound them together made it impossible unless she had permission. It shamed Quena, having never known the intense need that her own pets had felt until now. It was almost maddening, being held for what seemed like forever at the edge of climax, feeling the stimulation you needed to make it explode into a wonderful sensation of bliss, but to have it be denied to you until someone had given you say so. Tears filled her eyes as guilt overwhelmed her for what she had done. She had given orders to her pets to make them totally unable to climax without her say so. No wonder they mobbed her. Making each one of them infused with a dragon's lusts but utterly unable to slake them with anyone but their mistress. No wonder they fought, no wonder they clung to her so tightly, no wonder many seemed so sad. "We will do our best to rectify that then, yes?" Yuriko whispered, "I think that shall be your first punishment once your transformation is complete. To spend a day, or two, or three, whatever it takes, fully satisfying all your pets. I think you'll like that." Quena sighed softly, wrapping her arms around Yuriko, hugging her tight. "Yes..." she said softly, "I... I would like that very much." Yuriko grinned, "Good. Then you may climax, Quena. Cum for your mistress." As uncomfortable as being denied her release was, the dragoness would have been more than eager to wait, for hours if needs be, if this was her reward at the end. It was enough to overwhelm all her mental barriers, all the wards and preventatives she had put into place upon her own mind to keep a handful of things in check, and to protect against certain sorts of magic. But the intense, sexual energy that had begun to creep through her the moment Yuriko's strangely glowing seed had splattered upon Quena blew them all aside. It reached deep down within the dragoness, looking for something that would match the instruction it had been given. There was almost a consciousness to it, a tangible glee that was felt as it happened upon something deep within Quena's psyche and sought to bring it to life. The first eruption of seed from the dragoness was enough to make mistress and pet both cry out in shock and awe at its intensity and sheer voluminousness. But the second surpassed it, and the third surpassed the second, the fourth dwarfing them all in intensity. Quena could do nothing more than to hug her mistress tightly against her body. The dragoness found a strange feeling flowing through her body. It seemed to start both at her outermost and innermost portions. She felt it upon her scaled skin and within her torso, the same sensation of a flowing liquid. She did not see her scales become smooth and glossy, nor did she see their coloration alter to become perfectly uniform and even. Her coloration remained, but it seemed more artificial than organic. Still her cock continued to surge, pumping Yuriko's womb full of seed. Not a single drop spilled from the snow leopard's sex and her belly began to bulge from the amount that was being forced into it. Quena shuddered as she felt strange sensations, it was like her insides were being turned into liquid and forced explosively into her mistress' belly. It felt so good, and yet it frightened her. Yuriko chuckled and stroked the dragon's cheek, Quena's new sleek, smooth skin deforming with the slightest touch. She tried to form a question, but her tongue and throat lacked the cohesion to give voice to the words. "I give you everything I promised, a method to be with your mistress always." Yuriko purred, placing a hand upon her growing belly. "A portion of you will always be carried within me, even when you get to fulfill your fantasies of power and control. You will be able to experience the ultimate domination and the ultimate submission. Your body shall no longer be flesh, but a sort of living latex." Quena looked to Yuriko, her eyes filled with fear, but also excitement and desire. "You can still function on your own, of course. But with your fluid flesh, you can slip around another person, covering them with yourself. For a time the two of you will be like one, you will control their body, influence the mind, you can dominate them to the ultimate degree," Yuriko said, grinning widely as she gently caressed the dragoness' muzzle with both hands. Quena's increasingly liquid form began to give way, the leopardess sinking into it. The purple substance flowed around Yuriko's furred form, clinging tightly to it, wrapping her in a living latex suit. The sensation was almost orgasmic, with nearly every portion of Quena that could touch Yuriko doing so. The snow leopard turned in place, sinking into Quena's much larger form. The living latex swirled around her, reforming a draconic shape using Yuriko as a base framework. Quena felt more and more of herself flow away, belonging more to her mistress than herself. There was not much of 'her' left, mostly upper body and chest held a few inches apart from the leopard, but that too was flowing away. "But there is also the inverse, where you will give up control entirely. Where you will be a passenger to your host. They will gain your knowledge, your strength, your sexuality, and you will be entirely theirs. Your thoughts and desires entwined with theirs, their emotions and yours nearly inseparable, as close to a unified being as two souls can get without irreparable damage from the parting." There was almost nothing of Quena left, everything had flowed up Yuriko's suddenly much larger arms. There was nothing more than her head left, held within the snow leopard's hands. Yuriko turned her pet's head, lifting it up like a helmet, positioning it just above her own. "So in this way we will begin to reform this school. My drive and your power, mortal and immortal, snow leopard and dragoness, as one," she said, bringing down the last piece of her 'suit' down to join the rest. There was a soft sigh as the two drew their first breath as one. Thoughts, feelings, emotions, memories... all entwined gently, bringing great insight from one to the other. The part that was Quena let out a sigh of relaxation, a great weight and responsibility had been taken from her shoulders. She had not been bested in any sort of contest of strength, combat, sorcery, or will in decades. She no longer needed to work herself to maintain an aura of invincibility. For a time she did not have to make decisions, to plan for the future. Her host and mistress would make them instead. Quena could rest her weary spirit, allowing Yuriko to be the driving force for change and reformation in the University. The part that was Yuriko let out a sigh of contentment; her vengeance had been completed, and now she could focus upon improving things. There was university policy to alter in time. But more immediate was to tend to the needs of the 'girls' at home, the most current crop of mixed genders students who had put themselves under the thrall of the dragoness so that they could study sorcery. There were nearly a dozen that had belonged to Quena, but most had graduated and thus been given new commands and gifted to other schools, under new masters and mistresses. Yuriko could do nothing for them, but the trio of girls that were currently under Quena's care could be helped. The new headmistress stood, letting out a soft moan as she felt the power of her new body. Of course it was merely Quena's living latex flesh wrapped around her own as a living suit, but it was tied into her own consciousness, it felt just as real as her own fur and fangs. She chuckled, admiring herself in one of the many mirrors the vain dragoness had decorated her office with. The form was halfway that of the great dragon and the lithe, teenage body Yuriko had been able to take on. Her hands and paws were that of a dragon, but their claws, though still large, were those of a feline, retractable. Though that meant little considering she could merely pull them in and out, reshape them to whatever size she desired with the fluid latex dragon's new form. Her legs were also a mix between feline and dragon, sporting the feline's long legged configuration suitable for sprinting, and the dragon's thicker musculature meant more for leaping into the air. They retained Quena's coloration, mostly a deep purple with a maroon underbelly. Their hair was mainly from Yuriko, lustrous black with a bright red streak, though the wide red streak also contained a smaller pale orange streak. If Yuriko were to let her pet take control, the coloration would reverse. The thick draconic tail, the massive wings, and the sinuous neck were all Quena's, as was the smooth, sleek skin. Not a single strand of fur was to be found. But their eyes were Yuriko's radiant purple, and there was no mistaking the two large saberfangs that adorned the end of a more bluntly shaped muzzle. "Mmm... I rather like this," Yuriko purred, running her hand up her midsection, cupping each of the breasts upon that side in turn. She still sported six, but rather than the teenaged size she had sported, they were instead filled out to the scale of a large, buxom dragoness deep in the prime of her life. "I think we may have to visit my sister, just to show this off," Yuriko purred, caressing the uppermost part. "I think Delilah would just be overcome by fits of jealousy and rage over no longer sporting the biggest breasts in the family." Quena laughed from her place within her mistress. With everything, the full lives of leopard and dragon open to each other she knew very well about how her mistress' sister behaved. "But my family visits can come later. Instead let us visit yours, your little sisters," Yuriko said, her semi-draconic muzzle parting in a grin. "After all, I think we may very well to be able to fix some of the damage you've done them with just a tiny bit of effort." If Quena had control of their shared form's eyes, they would have widened. With access to all of her magical knowledge on top of her own, Yuriko had found a solution. Quena's response was strong enough to send a blissful shiver through their body. "I thought you might like that. After all, if we cannot break the bond, why not merely reverse it? I think you would rather enjoy being the pet of four mistresses." Yuriko purred, and Quena could not agree more.

New Found Family It was the defining moment of Kelly Crane's career. Deep in the Amazonian rainforest, deep inside and ancient temple of a long vanished civilization that she'd only been able to find tiny scraps of information buried in other sources. But she'd found their holiest of holy temples. She had done what would have been unthinkable in those ancient times; entering the sacred rooms where only the highest of priests were allowed to go. And now she looked upon their most sacred artifact and she was trying her very best not to giggle. The most prized artifact of the entire lost kingdom was, essentially, an obsidian dildo. From the looks of it, they had known quite a lot about pleasure. It wasn't just a smooth representation of a human penis, it had ridges, ribs, and a line of spheroid lumps right down the middle. Kelly took a few pictures of it on the pedestal, a little awed that after several thousand years the thing hadn't been disturbed at all. She took a breath and blew some dust off the base, her eyes widening in surprise. Some of the runes on the thing were GLOWING! They had their own source of light even after being removed from sunshine for centuries. Incredible! The used a soft brush to free a bit more of the object's base from the concealing coat of grime. Her theories on the writing were correct! The very symbols she had extrapolated from hours of painstaking research were right here on the object! The glyphs for 'Infusion', 'Enhancement', 'Mind', 'Body', 'Spirit', 'Desire', and 'Sensation' gleamed with a golden yellow light. She ran her finger over the golden glyph representing 'Spirit,' and blinked suddenly as the glow vanished. She gave the rune a gentle prod again, astounded to see the tiny squiggle come back to full radiance. She did the same for the darkened rune of Fertility, which also blazed to life. She poked another, located near the top of the base, where the animalistic member seemed to leave the sheath. This one she wasn't quite sure of the meaning of, but it lit, regardless. It meant something akin to 'Look around for something' but condensed into a single word. She grinned as it lit up. She might not have been grinning if she knew what the rune on the bottom she awoke meant. That particular rune meant 'Self.' The runes were all contained in evenly spaced rings around the base of the artifact. There were at least two hundred, Kelly could not possibly have known all of them. She might not have poked them if she did. It would have prevented what occurred next. A golden light flashed. It appeared to be a momentary burst to Kelly, but if one were to see how the light moved, it was a narrow line that went from floor to ceiling, making its way around the room before seeming to center on something that buzzed through the air, rather attracted to Kelly's perfume. The archeologist felt funny for a moment, an incredible hunger for something sticky and sweet making her cry out as a pain filled her sugar-empty stomach. The hunger and the pain passed, but Kelly felt a little dizzy and off balance. She then did the unthinkable, reaching out and grabbing the artifact with her bare hand. It was hers, the obsidian dildo belonged to her, and she needed to keep it close to her at all times. Kelly rushed out of the temple interior, up the centuries old steps, through the wide open entry hall, and then out into the open air. She panted, taking in deep breaths of fresh air. She had set up her camp site just outside the temple. She crawled inside and zipped the thing shut, collapsing on her sleeping bag just as she began to sweat. She felt hot, uncomfortably hot. She set the dildo in her lap and quickly began to strip off her over shirt, shirt, and then her bra. The archeologist moaned softly as the cool, humid air met her nipples. She untied her boots and kicked them off, following them with her socks and pants. Sitting in just her panties, Kelly no longer felt overheated. She sighed contentedly and flopped down onto her sleeping bag. Using her t-shirt, she began to wipe her artifact clean. It was warm to the touch and just having it touching the skin of her hand sent a thrill through Kelly's body. With the grime removed, the obsidian dildo glistened. The archeologist smiled at placed it between her breasts, delighting in both the warmth on her chest and the delicious sensation it gave her. She felt herself growing aroused, her panties growing quickly soaked with her juices. She slipped fully into a semi-conscious, lustful haze. She grinned and pressed her breasts together around the artifact. She was rewarded for her actions by a jolt of pleasure that flowed through her body, making her buck her hips in delight. Kelly scooted the stone phallus up, taking the tip into her mouth. She found herself reward with another bolt of pleasure, as well as a sweet taste that made her moan. Her hunger for something sweet returned, and Kelly began to lick the obsidian cocktip, craving more. She curled her tongue around the black length, and kept curling, and curling, and curling. Her tongue extended until she'd spiraled it to the artifact's base. Her tongue had become long and narrow, and also quite strong. She used it to pull the stone cock upwards and push it back down, essentially tit fucking herself with it. The pleasurable pulses continued with regularity, as did the slow, steady drip of sweetness from the member's tip. The sweet, thick fluid, rather like honey, tingled pleasantly as it trickled down her throat. It made her body feel warm, hot, and liquid. She could swear she felt the honey trickling through her veins. She was so hungry, she craved more, needed more. She pulled as much of the dildo's length into her mouth as she could. If she hadn't been deep in a state of dual need, for sex and food, she might have been startled at how easily she took the entire length. She rolled over, gripping the base with both hands, bobbing up and down on it as if she were pleasuring an actual lover, not a disembodied cock. Apparently it was the right thing to do, as the trickle of honey became a steady flow, the pleasure it sent through her body almost continuous. She had ceased trying to pleasure herself and the object at the same time, and devoted herself entirely to the dildo. Her entire body felt suffused with its heat. Something seemed to click into place inside of Kelly, and she felt every muscle seemingly stretch at once; a sensation of luxurious stretching. It shifted into a feeling of inward pressure, like a massage over her entire body at once. With each pulse of pleasure the sensation changed, push, then pull. It started to focus in certain areas. Kelly moaned with pleasure as she began to change. Her breasts felt like balloons as they seemed to be slowly inflating. The added weight felt so good. Sensitivity increased with size, and as they reached the peak of their size, each pulse of pleasure that went through them seemed to have the same intensity of a thrust into her sex, of a stroke over her clit. Kelly lay flat on the ground, allowing her nipples to drag over the rough texture of her sleeping bag with each movement. Her cry of delight was muffled by the artifact in her mouth and throat. The climax was strange, in that it didn't originate in her loins, but rather on her chest. It has felt like she'd just had a climax centered on her breasts. The sleeping bag right beneath her breasts now felt wet, and rather sticky. But Kelly paid it no attention, continuing to slurp down the honey the obsidian dildo had to offer. Next to change was her belly, much like her breasts, it slowly began to balloon outward. A sudden torrent of liquid oozed down her sex, making it tingle, making it more sensitive as well. Kelly's womb and sex warped, shifted, expanded. Her hips popped, her pelvis shifted, her love tunnel reshaping itself. Though she couldn't see, and would have no idea what had happened for quite some time, Kelly's body had just reorganized itself for egg laying. The haphazard mammalian way of giving birth began something of more skillful design. Kelly could no longer birth live young. She was now an egg layer. Her sex had become triangular, the muscles stronger and more disciplined than a human pussy could ever hope to be, and far more flexible as well. New bundles of nerves appeared in the flesh just outside her sex. Kelly was never interested in the size of what when into her, but that would change. When compressed the little bundles of nerves would fire, new pleasure centers that would fill her with mind-numbing ecstasy when they were triggered. Rather than being the agonizing event birthing was in humans, Kelly would be rewarded with an unparalleled orgasm for every single egg she laid. A feat she could only hope to match during love making with an exceptionally well hung lover, or a giant toy. She looked several months pregnant, but she wasn't, yet. Her womb's sized had increased, allowing her to carry far more than a typical human could. At its smallest, tightest state she would still appear to be the very image of motherhood. Kelly cried out again as her clit swelled. It was large, thick, the size of a half dollar, and incredibly sensitive to the touch. She bucked her hip, making her sodden panties rub against it, sending sparks of pleasure through her body again and again. With each caress of her pleasure button a trickle of thick, wet stickiness dripped from her sex. Fluids had long since began to drip through her panties, saturating her thighs, legs, the sleeping bag, and had begun to leak off onto the nylon floor of the tent. There was a brief sensation that flowed over Kelly's fingers and toes, but nothing that she noticed as she wriggling and writhed and licked and sucked. The more she pleasured her artifact, the more pleasure it gave her, making her body more suited to sex and lust. For a moment the obsidian dildo seemed to be burning hot to the touch. Kelly was too shocked to scream, but it only lasted for an instant. The momentary pain was forgotten as the dildo seemed to climax, rewarding Kelly with a steady stream of the sweet treat that it had offered only in tiny amounts before. The transforming girl gulped every ounce of it down with eagerness, gallons of the stuff seeming to settle in her belly, which grew larger and rounder still. The pulsing sensation in her body intensified. She felt herself growing in a sudden surge, going from a plain five and a half feet, to a stunning six, to an incredible six and a half feet in height. Her body filled out to accommodate the new space, and while they were the same ratio to the rest of her, her breasts and belly were bigger still; and with increased size came increased sensitivity once more. The dildo continued pumping sweet honey down her throat, Kelly's tummy now sticking out far enough to touch the sleeping bag as she knelt. The sensation of pushing and pulling over her entire body grew in intensity, her lithe frame thickened, six and a half feet of height gaining powerful muscle. Her close cropped hair grew out, the tip remaining their original brown, but the new hair that slithers out was a glimmering metallic green. With that the feelings of change subsided, as did the flow of honey from the wonderful artifact. Kelly let it slip from her mouth, the texture of the rough, wet sleeping bag caressing her breasts and belly made her cry out. Her increased size and bulk had made her panties grow painfully tight, and as she arched her back in climax, they essentially disintegrated. The momentary tightness on her clit made Kelly's new sex virtually explode with delight. She shuddered and quivered as her body seemed to experience climaxes in perhaps half a dozen places at once; the waves of ecstasy that emanated from them flowing in rippled waves from point to point. It took a long time for Kelly's body to cool down from the super-climax and the little aftershocks that followed it. She felt tired, worn out. She unzipped he sleeping bag and lay down on the tent's floor, her body too large to fit inside the bag. She curled up and covered herself with it, cuddling her pillow and preparing to go to sleep when the obsidian artifact caught her eye. It looked different than before, still the splendid pleasure toy that look like it would bring Kelly to climax merely upon inserting it, but larger. It was thicker, and longer, tapering to a point that looked almost sharp. The thing belonged to Kelly and it felt incredible with what it had done to her. Still not thinking clearly, Kelly felt paranoid that someone might come in the night, despite her being a hundred miles from any known habitation. She grabbed the dildo and held it against her body, comforted by its inner warmth. Just holding it wouldn't be any good. A skilled thief could easily pluck it from her arms without her notice. The archeologist grinned and brought the pointed, triangular tip to her equally triangular, three petalled sex. Without a second thought she pushed it inside herself, even the base vanishing into her. It made her quiver with delight as it slid in, feeling just as good as she imaged. The marble sized studs on the front rubbing over her clit as they slid in, which made a stick mess gush forth from her. It was far enough in that someone would have to put a hand inside her in order to retrieve it. No doubt the pleasure would awaken Kelly if anyone tried to steal her wonderful find. She closed her eyes and curled up beneath the sleeping bag, absentmindedly bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking on them, the taste of sweet honey on them as she cleaned them free of her fluids. The dildo began to throb gently inside of her, soft, gentle pleasure quickly lulling Kelly to sleep. -o- Kelly awoke feeling incredible. Her sleep had been very restful and filled with pleasant dreams filled with sex. She had been the focal point of an orgy, dozens of people rubbing her, caressing her, pleasuring her, and she had pleasured them in return. She squirmed out from beneath the sleeping bag, which had grown incredibly heavy during the night as it soaked up the fluids that her body pumped out each time she climaxed. Her sweet sexual juices were several inches deep on the floor, and they clung to her body and hair. The archeologist giggled and cupped her hands, making a breakfast of a small portion of what she'd leaked out during the night. A part of her said that this was impossible, it violated laws of physics. She should under no circumstances be able to put out fluid equal to her body mass without negative effect. Nor should she be able to feed herself on them. She ran her hands over her gorgeous body, cupping her breasts and caressing her belly. That same part of her recognized that she had changed a great deal. She ought to be worried, but she wasn't. It all felt incredible, after all. If it had hurt in any way, it might have been something to worry about. But this? Her large, powerful frame, her plentiful breasts, her bountiful belly, and her sweet, aching, throbbing cock; she felt so wonderful, so sexy, and so perfect. A puzzled look crossed her face. Cock? She didn't have a cock. Her breasts and belly made it difficult to see, but parting her breasts and sucking in her gut, she could see the triangular, glistening black tip of her member. Kelly giggled and ran a hand over its length. She moaned as jolts of pleasure ran through her body. The shape, size, and color were wonderfully familiar. It was long, thin, and triangular, and with the ribs, ridges, and spheroid bumps on the bottom, it would be an absolute delight for any woman she would happen to slide it in. She felt a sense of relief wash over her; no one would be able to steal her gorgeous artifact. It was a part of her now, and no one could possibly run off with it. She fumbles with the tent's zipper, her claws, long, black, and pointed, made gripping the tiny zipper a bit difficult, but she managed. She stepped outside and found quite a surprise. Her fluids had leaked out of the tent during the night and flowed into the grass, which had turned a radiant green-gold color and had grown several inches overnight. Other nearby plants had done the same, their woody parts a gold-tan, their leaves green-gold, and their flowers large, open, and inviting. A vine that wrapped around a nearby tree had undergone a similar transformation. It wasn't a flowering species, but Kelly paid that fact no mind as she approached it, slipping her long tongue in a large, narrow blossom and lapping up a mouthful of sweet nectar, even tastier than her own. She dug her claws into the tree and began to climb up into the tree's branches, where a multitude of the vine's blooms awaited her. Kelly reclined in the branches, so many sweet blossoms in her reach. This was a much better breakfast than her own honey. With her long and dexterous tongue, she could reach quite a few blooms from her position. Kelly moaned softly as she drew the nectar out of the first one. Her new member throbbed incessantly, demanding attention, so she began to stroke it, running her hand up and down the precum slicked length. It made her cry out as she reached the bottommost of the spheroid nubs, larger than the rest and positioned just about where her clitty had been, just above the front-facing point of her tri-lobed pussy. It still made a cascade of wetness pour from her sex and onto the branch of the tree beneath her. Kelly recognized herself slipping back into a lustful haze, but she didn't fight it. This was her role now, her purpose. She was meant to feed on sweetness, and return that sweetness to the environment around her, making all the plants into proper things that would feed her and others like her. Once she had properly fed, Kelly knew that her altered form would begin to produce a better product than she could at that moment. She would share it with her hive, and perhaps give it as a gift to those poor creatures that were denied the pleasure and beauty of a wonderful body like her own. Her member climaxed in no time at all, thick jets of her seed erupting from it and coating the leaves and branches around her. It dripped back down onto her naked body, making her tingle in a familiar way. Kelly bent her member so that the stream wouldn't jet upward, but rather splatter onto her belly, breasts, and face. She cried out in delight with each burst of sticky semen that splashed onto her skin. Much like her member had when it was a simple stone object, and not a fleshy, pleasurable part of her body, it let loose with a massive amount of liquid. Kelly was soon well coated and it began to drip down off of her. She smiled and scooped up a handful of the slick, but clingy substance, using it as lubrication to finger her sex. The movement was natural and instinctive, and Kelly's body began to throb with the pushing then pulling sensation of transformation she had experienced the previous night. Her body seemed to soak up her cum like a sponge, and her skin was suddenly clear of splooge. It was her skin that began to change first. The tiny hairs that coated her body fell away, pulling her further and further away from her human heritage. It left her skin wonderfully smooth, however. Much more suited to a being of living pleasure. Pretty patterns of darker coloration began to appear all over her body, appearing tan at first, then brown, then deepening to black. The patterning was beautiful, much like designs Kelly had seen on a few tattoos. There were gaps in the coloration, circular places where it looked like something was meant to go. The portion of her skin still its original shade began to change as well. The color change started at her belly and began to spread outward, becoming a deep emerald green. It matched the shade of her hair, but without the metallic, rainbow effect that it had when the light hit it. The archeologist cried out in pleasure as her skin... shifted. It seemed to push outward, flowing, churning, growing thicker. In a few moments her body was covered from head to toe in smooth, solid, slick plates of black and metallic, shimmering, insectoid green. She watched her hands shift, her middle and fore fingers fusing into a thick, solid digit, her ring and little finger doing the same. Her thumbs grew thicker to match. Her claws also grew longer, and Kelly recognized them for what they were. They weren't clawed. They were smooth, conical, and sharpened to a needle point. They were stingers. Her legs popped and cracked, the configuration shifting to a strange, half-insect half-predatory beast configuration. Each foot was like a pincer, two chitinous toes that came to points, but where able to clench together to grasp and grip. Kelly innards churned, her body's systems becoming more suited to her new role and a nectar-gather insectoid and as a sort of gardener, feeding her plants by her own pleasure. With her new carapace, her bones softened, becoming flexible cartilage. Her belly and breasts remained free of thick plates, however; though the skin had become thick and rubbery. Her carapace popped softly at her sides, allowing a second pair of arms to slowly emerge. The insectoid moaned with delight as her supporting skeleton shifted a bit to compensate for the new limbs. Soft at first, on exposure to the air, her chitin rapidly hardened, giving her a second, smaller pair of arms. They lacked the stinger-claws of the upper set and they had an additional digit, meant more for manipulation than strength. It popped again along her shoulder blades. Glimmering gossamer wings slowly slid out of the gaps. "I'm a bug fairy!" Kelly giggled with delight, buzzing her wings as they grew, shaking drops of wetness from them. She rolled over onto her belly, fully extending her wings and keeping them held in that fashion, allowing them to dry. Not only was a she a beautiful, sexy bug-girl, but soon she would be able to fly as well! Kelly felt strange, almost intoxicated. It wasn't just the general aroused state her body was in, there was something else making her mind foggy. She felt a soft pressure in her belly, and realized what it was. The insectoid made her way back down the tree, being as careful as she could with her mind not used to her new body. But claws that could pierce tree bark and gripping feet, she got herself down quite easily. Kelly's wings buzzed happily as she walked back to the temple, her manipulating arms resting atop her large belly; which was only getting larger as the seed she had pushed inside of her and had instinctively pulled into storage pouches inside her sex was put to good use. She grinned like a fool, caressing her soft, round belly. She was going to be a mommy to a swarm of brand new baby buggies. A mommy bug all full of eggs shouldn't be zipping about on her own. She ought to be in a nest, laying her eggies. The pregnant insectoid giggled again, stepping into the temple and making her way down the stairs. She smiled and waved at the small hives of normal bees she could sense just inside the wall of the room she found her artifact in. She sat peacefully in the corner and rubbed her belly as it continued to grow and swell. She wasn't quite sure how long it was, how long it took for her eggs to grow inside of her. But by the time they were done growing, it looked like Kelly had another person curled up inside her womb. The thought made her giggle, that sounded like fun. Having something so big in her sex, designed to be able to be spread incredibly wide, that would make her feel soooo good. She hugged her round, egg filled tummy. She was happy and content to simply sit and hug herself. It was such a simple pleasure that made her happy. She liked her new life, as odd as it was. What with gushing gallons of fluids when she came, a seemingly permanent state of arousal, being an insect, and of course the periodic episodes where thinking was a bit hard and she was reduced to a grinning, giggling goofball. Kelly felt her mind clearing up for the first time since she'd started poking the runes on the artifact. She felt a little embarrassed and ashamed over the fact that not only had she taken it so brazenly, but that she had actually stuffed it inside of her. Though that wasn't so bad, since she'd never lose track of it, or have to worry about it falling into the wrong hands. She shuddered; the power the thing contained was incredible. She was glad that it had been her that discovered it. It could be a powerful weapon if used a certain way, if the effects of the runes allowed for the sheer variety of effects that Kelly thought there might be. She remembered a few of them; Mind, Body, Spirit, Enhancement, and Desire. It had changed her body and mind, and perhaps her spirit as well. Given the choice, Kelly would most certainly not return to her human form. Though it was weird and chronically sticky and leaky, her honey-loving (and dripping) buggy-body was quite neat and interesting. Plus the smallest movements sent pleasure shooting through her body. That likely would have been Enhancement of Desire and Sensation. Her rounded belly and large breasts had been the result of Fertility and... she grinned and looked to the small hole in the wall where she knew a beehive rested. That one that meant "look around for something" would be the cause of her insectoid anatomy. Kelly wondered if it was a one time only thing, or if she could continue to transform herself. Not that she was unsatisfied with her beautiful body, but she could think of bits that she could take from other creatures that would make her more effective in various roles. For a honey-maker, adding the multiple mammeries of a feline or something of the like would increase her storage capacity. To transform and tend to her plants, increased seed production would be needed, and rodents usually had large testes for their body sizes, maybe a horse to grant a larger member. And for her role as a mother? Since she didn't have the massive abdomen to fill with eggs like a queen ant, a serpentine tail could easily serve the same function; large and long, possibly serving as a second womb. The cylindrical length would be a more efficient shape, and it wouldn't be crowded by all her other internal organs. It would be dedicated solely to being filled with eggs. And on the subject of eggs, her pleasure centers virtually sang out in a sort of pre-climactic mini-climax as Kelly felt one of her eggs shift inside of her, apparently ready to slide out. She felt the tip of the egg spread her cervix wide, and wider still, and even wider. It felt absolutely huge. And judging from the way her belly shifted when it moved, it was just as big as it felt like. All conscious thought was driven from Kelly's mid as the egg slipped down far enough to trigger the first of several nerve bundles that triggered a powerful climax. Her entire body seemed to blossom with pleasure, her member erupting, breasts oozing with honeyed milk, a cascade of lubricating fluid in her sex to speed the passage of her firstborn. And the sensation went on, not dulling in intensity for a moment. The next set of points triggered by the egg's passage only making the sensation rise higher, making the insectoid scream and howl with delight. She felt like she had to make noise, to get rid of the energy that built up inside her some how, or else she would explode from the sheer power of the pleasure. The sensation only dimmed as the egg slipped fully from her sex, resting on the ground. It was indeed huge. Large enough to contain a small child, or something of similar sized. Kelly gave her egg a hug with all four arms and then set it aside. Not a moment too soon as her body blossomed with pleasure once again as a second egg began its journey. When it was all done, several minutes later, a panting Kelly cuddled a trio of very large eggs. She didn't think they would hatch for a bit, even at the accelerated rate of pregnancy that she underwent. The tingling of transformation returned, but only for a moment. Cute, segmented antennae sprouted from Kelly's forehead. And with them came a new sense. Kelly could feel the environment around her. Even with her eyes closed she could tell where the walls were. She could also sense the bustling bees in the one wall, and the small plants that grew in the dark. A sort of life-sense. Her eggs positively pulsed with it. Kelly being able to see through the shells and watch as humanoid forms slowly took shape. Her daughters would be hungry when they hatched. Which meant it was time for Kelly to gather more nectar. She felt a pleasant warmth in her belly as new eggs began to grow, but she knew that they wouldn't grow quite as fast as her first clutch. After all, if she could crank out three daughters every eight hours, and they could do the same, they could potentially overwhelm the world. And as nice as that sounded, Kelly knew it wouldn't be a good idea. -o- The tree that Kelly had impregnated herself in had gone the way of the bushes and vines, transforming into a semi-golden version of itself that was covered with delicious blossoms. The insectoid's more specialized body processed the nectar far quicker. Kelly could feel her bosom swelling with each mouthful she took. The fullness and weight of them made her hum happily in delight. An insect was a simple thing, driven by very few behaviors, and accomplishing the limited number of things that her insect half was made to engage in made Kelly feel quite happy and content. Having harvested her fill of nectar, she flew from tree to tree, pleasuring herself and coating the largest trees she could find with her seed, transforming them for further use. As the sun began to set, she noticed portions of her carapace glowing softly in the dark. She recognized the runes that had been on the artifact, now spread over her body. They didn't respond to touch like the dildo had before. Kelly had to concentrate to light them up. What made her smile the widest, however, was that she instinctively knew what each one did. The moment she set foot inside the temple, she felt them; her daughters. They were almost purely instinct driven at the moment, small, simple minds. More like extensions of Kelly's own being rather than creatures in their own right; that was what worker bees were, after all. It was easier to think of a bee hive as a creature, made up of many small components. As she walked into the inner sanctum, sharp, stinger like claws thrust through the shell of one egg, tearing open a hole and allowing a four foot tall creature to emerge. Kelly's first worker was much like her in miniature. But rather than the full figure the mother insectoid had, her daughter was thinner with a gymnast's build. Her breasts almost vestigial bumps in the armor that covered her belly and breasts. Kelly's daughter fanned her wings and looked to her mother with green and gold eyes. She smiled and strode to her mother, wrapping her four arms around Kelly's middle and hugging her. With tears in her eyes the insect queen returned the hug. The newborn insectoid dropped to her knees, her long tongue encircling her mother's member for a moment before she found what she desired. The worker's tonguetip brushed against the swollen nub of Kelly's clit, triggering a cascade of juices flooding from her. The worker eagerly lapped it up, hungry for more. Fed on a different source of honey than her sisters, this one would grow to be a queen in her own right, not merely a worker for her mother to command. The slower second and third born clawed their way free of their eggs as well, clinging to their mother and monarch, drawing the plentiful honey from Kelly's breasts. The queen slowly sunk to her knees, hugging her daughters to her body as the newborn insectoids drew nourishment from her and gave her pleasure, rewarding Kelly with wondrous sensation for her behaving as a good mother. She felt herself slipping into a drowsy state of half-awake lust. Her daughters would be able to drink their fill, the sleepiness making sure that Kelly didn't wander off until they were done. A few minutes later, Kelly drifted into true sleep. Her body tired from all the changes to it and the exertion of flight. Their antennae twitching, drawing on Kelly's memories, two of the workers left their mother, flying out for their own collection of nectar and tending of plants, their members growing to full arousal for the first time as they took to the night air, their life sense allowing them to see even in pure darkness. The last worker, the firstborn, remained with her queen as a guard. She smiled as Kelly rested her head in her lap. She reached down and stroked her mother's hair gently. Thoughts of her own began to slowly surface in her mind. She hoped that one day she would be as beautiful as her mother.

Belial: Diary of Transformation Day 0 Nothing much to write about tonight, Diary; I've just come back to school after spring break, and classes don't start until tomorrow. The break could stand to be a little longer, but to be truthful I'm glad to be back on school grounds. We celebrated my birthday, and I can't believe my parents had to gall to invite Beryl the Bitch to my party. I can't believe it! After that whore gets herself transformed into some sort of canine she-beast as a divine punishment for her sexual deviance, they go and invite her to my party! It totally ruined the mood, and probably my parents' social reputation. There's a reason mother and father sent her off to live in the summer home. So she wouldn't march around the house and be an embarrassment to us all with her fur, her tail, those obviously canine ears, her fangs, oh, and I did mention her rather prominent extra additions? It's disgusting. There's no way you can cut a dress or apply a corset to hide those four extra melons and that... urgh! It's disgusting! Thankfully she doesn't come around often, so I'm spared the sight of her humping guest's legs, or whatever it is that she does. Utterly repulsive. That's why I'm glad I attend Madam Dominia's School for Pure Girls. No one with a physical mark of their loathsome transgressions is allowed to attend, or even to set foot on campus. I'm proud to attend such a prodigious school where only true humans are allowed. It makes me feel even better to be here ever since I've learned what's taking place down in Freya's Realm. Supposedly to celebrate the great demoness' 2500th birthday, they're mandating that every single woman subject themselves to sickening transformations. It's disgusting, turning an entire nation of women into little more than living sex objects. There was a fashion show some months ago where the same sort of thing happened. The same "phallus with legs" form as the result. And it was called terrorism. And now when some great bitch of a demon decrees it, it's now a celebration! Disgusting. Mother and father have begun selling their holdings in Freya's Realm because of it. We actually lived down there for a few years in my youth. It was a disgusting place, and it's made me all the gladder to be here. I'm going to go to bed now, Diary. I have a bit of a stomach ache. Perhaps the new cafeteria chef's style of preparation doesn't agree with me. I'll have to complain in the morning. Day 1 Oh Diary, it's horrible! I woke up this morning and there was a weird, stiff feeling between my legs! Some hateful bitch must've slipped something into my food, or someone spread some disgusting alchemical concoction on the train ride here, or something! I have a cock, Diary! Someone has gone and inflicted me with this terrible disfigurement. I'm not sure what to do, since if I go to the school staff to report this, I'm going to be expelled. But it wasn't my fault! I'm trying to figure out where I could have possibly come into contact with something of a transformational nature. You're supposed to be able to know immediately when some terrible person has poured the vile, transformative, sexual essence of a demon on you. Maybe they did it while I was sleeping? My roommate isn't back yet, so it couldn't have been her. It's terrible to think that we could have a transformation terrorist here like has happened at some other schools. Some hateful bastards who hates themselves for their own transformations, and want to inflict pain on others by giving them shameful alterations. I thought this place was supposed to be safe. There's never been an incident like this in the history of the school, and if there had been I certainly wouldn't leave my door unlocked as I have been. I think it's somebody here at the school. If it was one of those terrorists, my change would've been a bit more sensational and harder to hide. They'd want the publicity and they'd want everyone to see the work they'd done. This change seems more vindictive and personal. Such a comparatively small change; it's not even one of those massive, disgusting, things that leaks arousal all the time. From what I've seen of men's bits, it's not really much of anything. And it's not even the whole unit, just the shaft, no testes or scrotum. Just a bit of a rod where my clitty used to be. Except for the initial discomfort upon awakening, which I think is normal; it's not even very intrusive. Without arousal to keep the blood flowing, it actually gets rather small and unobtrusive. At times I can scarcely remember that it's there. The more I think about it, the more positive I am that being inflicted with this deviation of gender is meant as a personal humiliation, since I've made my opinions on the transformed rather clear, and it seems that some people are just lustful beasts deep down and can't stand it when I point this out. Anyway, I'm going to make sure to lock the door tonight when I go to bed, and will try to avoid anything with sauce in the cafeteria, as that would be the easiest place to slip me something. -o- Just a note here at lunchtime, Diary. Things have gone well so far. My disfigurement isn't very large, perhaps six inches or so, and as no one is paying close attention to my crotch, likely it will escape notice for quite some time, allowing me to perhaps find the perpetrator of this foul crime. The organ itself has been a bit of a nuisance, as I find it becoming engorged and erect at rather inopportune times. I wonder if a true male has to deal with such a thing springing to attention at inconvenient moments, or if this is merely something else that is meant to be an embarrassment upon me. I also find myself somewhat curious as to what it would feel like in a proper sexual encounter, but I am most certainly going to refrain from doing so. One cannot fault a young woman for wanting to release tension every so often, and there are studies that show that it is good exercise and an excellent way to maintain the cardiovascular system. But to explore the disfiguring addition to my anatomy would be like embracing and accepting it. It would be something that a lustful harlot would do, ever eager to enhance her library of sexual pleasures and experiences. So I shall ignore it, no matter how curious I become. -o- No additional changes or oddities now that it's time for bed, Diary. Though I've made no progress in discovering who has done this to me, either. My roommate, Sera, has moved out. It seems that she was only sharing a room due to her late sign up, and as several girls have withdrawn from the school, a single room has opened up for her. They're not sure when they're going to get me another roommate, but for the time being I feel that it is all for the best. All Sera's things have been removed, so I'm quite sure that if the culprit was her, or something amongst her things, that I will be fine from here onward, and will likely not see another thing relating to this gruesome thing between my legs. I am not quite sure, but I think that it might be a little bigger than it was this morning, I didn't measure it, and I don't feel that it would be a proper idea to play with it enough to get it rigid enough to get a proper measurement. Perhaps I will in the morning when it is erect anyway. Day 2 Oh so disgusting! It's repulsive, Diary! I recall strange dreams, filled with darkness and sensation, and I awoke to this strange pleasurable eruption and felt a liquid warmth surging forth from me! I had at first thought that I had wet myself, but darting to the bathroom to clean myself up, I discovered something else entirely! The hated disfigurement has grown, most definitely, and even though I lack the anatomy for producing seed, it has seen fit to spew forth some sticky, pearlescent, something upon me. My panties were saturated, the wetness spread to my nightgown, both of which I stuffed into the laundry hamper. Thankfully I am of the mind to keep myself tidy in such an area, and was spared the humiliation of having to wash the slime from my nether hair. The damnable thing is ten inches long, I measured. And it seems somewhat more attentive than it was yesterday, as it sprung back to erectness as I washed myself. It did not do so yesterday during my morning shower. I shall return to bed, hopefully bereft of further incidents with this cursed thing. But at least no new changes have appeared. -o- Damn them all, Diary! I had spoken too soon. Upon awaking at my usual time, I discovered another alteration. Or perhaps it was there to begin with and only activated upon the climax of my masculine aspect. Or perhaps it just grew too slowly to notice upon my previous awakening. But it appears that I am pregnant, my belly rounded as if I had been with child for several months. I do not believe that I actually carry a spawn of lustful transformation inside me, as I have felt no movement, which I would if it were a true pregnancy. Nor is my belly rigid; it compressed quite easily and without discomfort, and I am easily able to keep it hidden with my corset, be it a little tighter than normal. My door remained locked, and the outside lock does not appear to have been tampered with. Meaning that my alteration was either with me originally, applied some time during the day, or my tormentor snuck in through a window, or had a key. Or that the method of transformation is something within my nightly routine, or in my bed. Tonight I will take no chances. I will wedge a chair beneath the knob, place hairs across the windows to see if they are broken upon the entrance of the fiendish individual that humiliates me with these changes, and sleep in Sera's former bunk. I also cannot rule out food contamination. Today I shall avoid the condiments and anything of a liquid nature, drinking mere tap water with my meals. Fresh fruit, eggs, and meat slices seem my best bets for sustenance today. The heat of the fire loosens and discorporate the power of non-fire based magics, so if someone is slipping something into the food during preparation, it ought to at least lessen the effects. I will pay careful attention to my classmates today, looking for odd behavior, or alterations in movement and dress to cover perhaps similar changes to my own. Such would confirm that it is something in the food, or something that we all have access to. I still cannot reveal myself, even in questing for the truth of these circumstances, as I do not want to be expelled from the school, especially when I may be able to uncover some sort of sadistic plot by a transformee-loving whore, or coven of such whores upon the campus. -o- Lunchtime, Diary, and no further alterations to report; my belly continues to grow, however, and the blasted phallus has made itself more of a nuisance than ever. While watching the other girls for signs of similar transformation, I felt it begin to ache and throb. There is a slight dull ache in my loins, even when un-erect. I recognize it as sexual need, and if this sensation were present in my form as it was before this disfigurement, I would see no problem with relieving it. But it is an unnatural lust, and I must do my best to not travel down the road of the brazen bitch who embraces the sexualization of her body and delights in frequent, gleeful masturbation. I've witnessed my sister decline to such a base creature, and have no desire to join her in such a state. But if I find it growing to uncomfortable and distracting to either my studies or my pursuit of the coward who is doing this do me, I will have no choice but to drain it and clear my mind. Blasted thing, of course it chooses now of all times to grow turgid. I am a touch worried that it has affected my mind, as perhaps its increased stirrings are the result of my careful study of my classmate's bodies, the damnable length misinterpreting my good-natured interest for one of despicable lust. If it keeps up like this, I wonder how I will manage to keep attention in my afternoon classes. -o- Bed time now, diary. The windows are still secure after an entire day, and the chair is in place at the door. I am increasingly more thankful that the school's dormitories are more apartment than the barracks style that some places think is suitable for habitation. Though merely a tiny room with a stand up shower, sink, and commode, I am increasingly thankful for each room having a private bath. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I had to use the bathroom and shower in a communal area. It would make exposure of my terrible condition infinitely more likely. Through having had two days worth of practice, I am able to utilize my disfigurement to urinate standing up. Truthfully I find it somewhat convenient, though problematic when said organ has decided to be in arousal. This convenience, however, is not worth the humiliation that accompanies possession of such a length. My belly has continued to grow, and without my corset I know appear to be at the stage of full pregnancy. It is also no longer malleable, and appears to be somewhat rigid to the touch. I can only hope that there is not some hideous monster growing inside of me. I have taken precautions to shower only with water, avoiding my usual soaps and shampoos, and will wear nothing as I sleep in Sera's former bed, in case it is my clothing that is tainted. I can only hope that the morning brings no surprises as it has the past few days. Day 3 Oh Diary! No such luck! Not only was I stricken with dreams of an erotic nature, but as I cleaned myself I was struck with another strange leaking sensation. Oh it was terrible, and yet wonderful in a way. I thank providence once more that I am blessed with my own bathroom, as in these early morning hours, I have laid an egg. Thankfully not an egg containing a beast or anything of the like, but rather an egg identical to those produced by the brood-females of some species of riding lizard, harnessed by desert faring cultures to serve, essentially, as large chickens that can also serve as beasts of burden. The markings are identical, as are the porous portions of the shell where the seed of a male is meant to soak in. I cracked the shell and let the yolk and white go down the shower drain, then I broke up the eggshell and flushed in down the commode. So humiliating. And what makes it even more so is the immense sexual pleasure of the act. The birthing process was not accompanied by any sort of pain. I am ashamed to say that I delighted in the sensation of dual climax that I felt as the egg slipped from me, my member erupting in sympathetic ecstasy. On that topic, said organ has changed again, lengthening several inches, and growing somewhat thicker. Despite my privilege to wear slacks due to my outstanding academic record, I will be wearing the school uniform's long skirt in order to hide what is now an obvious bulge, as length and girth are not merely the only changes in that area. Though absent at first, I am now in possession of the matching testes and scrotum that accompany the male organ on a proper male. I can only imagine that this will heighten my already obnoxious arousal cycle, and I will be taking full advantage of the fifteen minute breaks between classes to relieve myself of the sexual tension. I do this not because I enjoy it, but rather because I cannot concentrate on intellectual exercises when my member aches and throbs as it does. Unlike yesterday, I have not gone back to sleep, and in the four hours since my egg laying, my member has become painfully erect and has begun to leak precum, even though I have no source of stimulation. This only adds to my outrage. Much like a cow, I will have to milk myself to prevent discomfort. I am confident that no one snuck in overnight, and will be skipping breakfast and lunch here at school. I will purchase something from the nearby marketplace, as I am allowed to do so for lunch due to my academic record. I am also going to borrow an item from Miss Dominia herself, who instructs the advanced magical theory class that I attend. I came to her with a story about having recurrent tormented dreams, which is true in a way, and asked to borrow a magical detector to see if someone had placed a curse upon something in my room. If there is something here that is doing this to me, than I will most assuredly find it. -o- Blast and buggery, Diary, so occupied was I with the egglaying this morning that I somehow managed to miss the next alteration. I had some discomfort through the day, as my bra seems to be tighter than usual, and the rate at which the eggs grow inside me seems to have increased. But in addition to that, I felt an uncomfortable chafing on my belly. Once back in my room, I was able to disrobe and find the cause of it. An additional pair of nipples, about where my ribcage ends. Though several cup sizes smaller than my original pair, the new additions are somewhat noticeable and uncomfortable. Despite the increased discomfort, I will have to continue keeping them bound with my belly. Now I need to go drain myself before afternoon classes. Disgusting. -o- Miss Dominia's magic detector didn't find anything. The only object in the room that has magic to it is you, Diary, what with your arcane lock enchantment to remain shut to anyone other than myself. My sister has, despite her lustful and bestial nature, remembered to purchase me a new volume to write in upon my birthday every year as she has since I was nine. I find it comforting that despite her canine disfigurements and obviously sluttish form, she can remember to keep up with obligations and traditions. I begin to wonder if her alterations weren't the result of some sort of deviant thoughts and retribution of fate for them, but rather something like my own, a sadistic warping of the flesh by an unknown assailant. If her alterations were anything like my own, I could see why she, at times, became so lust-crazed. After three years of being in that form, she seemed to be much more in control of it than I recall her being at first. I wish I could talk to her about it. Right now she might be the only person I feel I could talk to about this who could both understand what I'm going through, and keep it a secret. I am increasingly convinced this is a personal attack upon me, as I've been able to hide all my alterations so far, but they have intruded more and more upon my life, bringing increased discomfort. Urk. Back later, Diary, I'm laying an egg again. -o- By the fates, Diary, the feelings I get from laying eggs are so intense. From the first egg to the second, there's been a span of around twelve hours. If this continues, I'll be awakening once more in the night to birth another one. I can only hope that the cycle doesn't begin to increase, as I might suffer the humiliation of needing to expel my ovoid burden in the middle of class. I am finding myself increasingly at a loss with how to discover the method of my alteration. I think I may have to go to the school authorities soon. Despite my not wanting to be expelled, if my transformations continue as they are, I will quite soon be unable to hide them. Time to drain myself again, and then head to bed. I pray that I don't wake up with another alteration. Day 4 Eight hours between the second and third egg. I'm just about in tears, Diary, of what I've discovered. My cock has not only grown again, now two feet in length, but it has taken on a bestial shape. Being an accomplished equestrian, I am quite familiar with horses, and the large, brown-black thing hanging between my legs greatly resembles what I can recall of the equine equipment. Seeing fit not only to shame me with the member of a beast, but my feet seem to be in the process of joining my length in horse-hood. My nails, fingers and toes alike, have turned black, but thankfully the ones on my fingers are not growing. The ones on my toes, however, have taken over the toe, and are now in the process of consuming the lower portion of my foot, which has taken the shape of a hoof. So degrading. This change has hit me the hardest. Everything before has been merely an addition. But this? This is an outright warping of my body, I'm losing a portion of my humanity as my feet become hooves. My belly is already slightly rounded with my next egg, and it seems that my body has decided that in my pregnancy, despite it being that of a reptile, that aspect of the mammalian cycle of pregnancy should activate. My original breasts have increased in size, and the lower are now the size my original pair started at. I will be taking the morning off from class to purchase new clothes in the marketplace. I truly hope I can find something that will fit, and that will help to hide my condition. Oh... I... I'm leaking now, Diary. Sorry for the drops on your pages, but it appears that I'm soon going to have a need to milk myself properly, not merely use it as a euphemism to relieve the pressure of my aching horse cock. -o- Birthed an egg in the park, walking back from the market. So humiliating, so terrifying, and yet so erotic. Crouching hidden in the bushed, squatting like some simple beast as the egg slid from me, it was the greatest feeling of my life. I couldn't help myself, Diary. I found myself lost in the pleasure, craving more. Rather than simply leave things to progress as they do, I began to... play.... with myself. Purposely enhancing the pleasure I felt from the egg slowly moving lower and lower inside of my, making each part of my womanhood light up with pleasure in turn. The way I moaned, one hand wrapped around my cock, stroking faster and faster, the other toying with my nipples, expelling the milk. I'm so ashamed, and so thankful no one saw me. I couldn't show my face for afternoon classes, I was so ashamed. And I'm hard again as I think over it, writing this account. Gotta get rid of the ache, Diary. Then a nap. I'm skipping dinner. -o- Another egg, that makes three today. It woke me from my nap. I need to go talk to somebody. It's getting to the point where I'm beginning to feel the sexual need all the time. I've found myself thinking about my classmates as I pleasure myself. It's not merely to banish a distraction or an ache anymore. I'm pleasuring myself, stroking and caressing my transformed flesh in order to feel pleasure. I can't stop myself, I'm so ashamed. I wish I had someone I could tell about this, someone to talk to. I should go talk to Headmistress Dominia, or somebody. Expulsion from school shouldn't matter now. They ought to be able to find out what is making this happen to me, and make it stop. But I'm too frightened to go right now, and what with the eggs coming so quickly now, I don't think I could make it across campus, talk with the Headmistress, and be able to come back before I needed to birth an egg again. I'll go in the morning, once classes begin. Miss Dominia doesn't teach until the afternoon. I'll go in the morning, right after I lay an egg and empty myself. I should be able to go for an hour without touching myself. One hour, just an hour. I can manage that, can't I? Day 5 I can't, oh by the fates I can't. I've changed again, so horny, so beasty. Just thinking about it makes my loins go slick with delight at the prospect of caressing myself. I have a tail now, a long, thick, muscular, sensitive lizard tail; a flexible, dexterous, wonderful lizard tail. I can wrap it around my length, I can use it to squeeze the milk from one of my plentiful breasts, I can use it to fill my aching sex when there are no eggs to slip out. No scales, just perfect, smooth, slightly freckled skin. So smooth, all of me is so smooth. No need to shave anything anymore, only the hair on my head now. Everything else is smooth and soft, like a lizard. A sexy, soft lizard. I want to leave, I want help, I want to stop needing to masturbate, to play with myself, but it feels so good. Six days, just six says ago I was a normal girl, now I'm an egg laying, milk dripping, cum spewing, lizard-cow-human-thing. The hooves make it easier, make it easier to crouch down and lay my eggs, my wonderful, pleasurable eggs. It's not just my feet, my legs aren't human anymore, they bend the other way. I'm such a slut. I'm milking myself as I write. It's so easy now, I have wonderful, thick, long teats instead of nipples. So much easier to coax the milk out, so much more fun with so much sensitive flesh. I can suckle my own milk. I can suckle my own cum too. Why did I wait so long to try it? It's been so big for so long, why haven't I thought of it until now? So warm, so thick, it fills my mouth perfectly. Mmm... yummy. One more egg. One more egg. Then I'll go to Miss Dominia. Beg her to help me. Maybe beg her to fuck me? Mmm, Miss Dominia, my shaft inside her, smooth, pale skin against mine. Oh yes. Yes, I'll go, I'll beg. Day 6 Sex. Can't stop thinking about sex. Can't stop touching myself. Can't stop loving myself. Don't want to be changed back. Not now, not ever. Feels good. So good. Wonderful. Perfect. Feeling so good all the time. Good and messy. So very messy. Makes me thirsty, plenty of water in the shower, though. Also hungry. Very hungry. Need to go get food soon. Need to go have sex with Dominia soon. Almost forgot about that. About sex with Dominia. So many cute girls around, though. Not sure if I can wait until Dominia. Mmm.... so many eggs. Not getting rid of them anymore. Too many. Noisy all of a sudden. Sound at the door? Knocking! Yay, someone to visit, someone to have sex with. It's Sera. Busty, blonde, sexy Sera. I haven't been in class, forgot to pick up homework, missed assignments. Homework doesn't matter. Assignments don't matter. Only sex. Only sex. Mmm.... sex with Sera? Yes, sex with Sera. Going to let Sera in. Make love to her, maybe make her lay eggs too? Then we can have fun. We can snuggle. Lay eggs together. Make love. Yummy. Day 27 It's been awhile since I've written, Diary, but there have been some big changes in my life. School isn't a concern anymore, and truthfully I think the place is stuffy and stuck up anyway. It's not like I wanted to be like this. They should make an exception for those who were changed, and had no say in it. But I'm having fun at our summer home, there's a lake nearby where I can swim. I'm much better at it than I used to be, with my big, sexy tail and rounded, but still slender body. I've stopped changing, which is good, I guess. I'm not getting any more beasty or anything, but it was kind of fun to wake up and find something new. I'm still doing my best to get an education, and I can see how my presence in schools would make some people a bit uncomfortable. I'm still horny as hell all the time, but it's more manageable now that I'm used to it. And a lot easier since I've got this milking machine thing and a large, wonderfully shaped toy that buzzes deliciously inside me. It makes things less messy and it makes it easier to think. I've had a few more changes since I've last written in a coherent manner, Diary, and even if I hadn't been a bit too horny to be in control of myself, I would've gotten kicked out of the school anyway, since I couldn't possibly hide the changes to my face. I think they're cute. Tiny little horns on my temples, pointy ears, fangs, a forked tongue, I really like my tongue. It's fun to flick out and taste-smell things. It's a whole new sensory experience. My breasts have gotten a bit bigger, and are the same size now. They're even more fun to play with since each one has four long teats. The milking machines feel really good, but I can't turn them up any higher, or else I get a bit caught up in the moment and go all sex crazy again. My complexion has kind of cleared up. Sort of. No more freckles, but I have a light dusting of tiny scales on my face, shoulders, arms, legs, back, neck, and on top of my cute, sexy tail. I've also got slit-pupil eyes, like those riding lizards I mentioned earlier that I lay eggs like. We have a few here, and they're fun to ride and to play with. They think I'm one of them and we do all sorts of fun stuff. Did you know that in order to get the unfertilized eggs out, that female riding lizards play-mount each other? It's fun! And thankfully my seed doesn't work on their eggs or mine, I had to experiment, just to make sure, you know? Otherwise we'd be up to our necks in little riding lizards. I'd probably be grossed out at the thought of it a month ago, but it seems so natural. They think I'm a lizard like them, I like the feeling of their smooth scales on my body, they like to play with me. It's not like I'm doing anything bad. Oh! And I have spots now, too. Black patches on my skin which make me look a bit like a cow. The scales I have in the black bits are this really neat shade of purple. I wish I had more of them. Reading over my old diaries, I can't believe what a stuck up bitch I've been, especially since Beryl changed. I guess I kind of made anger out of my loneliness. She'd always been there for me, and then she was gone, and I guess I really, really missed her. I live with her now, at the summer cabin. Her fur is so soft. The first day I got here I just cried and cried and hugged her and wouldn't let go. And she petted me, and hugged me, and stroked me, and suckled me and said she'd help me get used to my new body and help me ease into my new life. She must've gone out and had the craftsmen work overtime, since she'd already had the right tools to help me deal with my new shape when I got here, just two days after I went wild at the school. Sera isn't pressing charges, and she actually comes every weekend to visit. Yummy, sexy Sera, though sadly not full of eggs. We make love, and she makes love with Beryl sometimes, and so do I. Though I used to think it looked pretty gross, my sister's big canine cock feels just perfect inside. And the knot makes sure that there's plenty of cuddle time. Sera has her own room here, apparently she visited my sister before she started visiting me, too. They don't usually mix classes at Dominia's school, but since my family had paid for Beryl's occupancy for the whole four years in advance, they let me room with Sera last year and this year. She's going to graduate soon, and then she's going to bring some of her things up her and live all the time, so we can make love all the time, not just on weekends. Her family has a mail order alchemy and enchantment business, I didn't know that. It's interesting what new things you learn about people that you've known for awhile. Sera says they still haven't found what changed me, Diary, and sadly none of the other girls in the school had any changes or anything. I'm kind of disappointed; I wanted somebody who could share the experience of laying eggs with. Though once she graduates, I might be doing that with Sera. My sister is a very good artist, and has lots of drawings of the two of us, Beryl and me. There's some drawings that have us looking different, like me with big lizard claws instead of hooves, or Beryl as a goat or a cat instead of a wolf. But we all agree that I look best like this, and the Beryl makes a great, soft, sexy wolf. There's some sketches of what Sera might look like as something, but we haven't decided yet on what looks the best. So far it's been decided that she looks best with a sexy tail like mine, and a big, round egg-filled tummy. Mmm... I can't wait until summer. That's when Sera graduates and she's going to summon Mammon to get her sexy new form once we all decide on what we want. Sera says he works well with Beryl's sketches and the extra cost is worth the fun. She said something about him being amused by having a book with a minor compulsion enchantment on it, as well as the transformational spells woven into the pages. That seems like an interesting way to change somebody without their knowing it. I wonder who they gave that book to? And what the book was about? Must've been a really good book to have somebody keep reading it while they changed. I think I'm going to go cuddle with my sister now, Diary. I always love writing little notes about my life and how things are going, it's so much fun! Maybe I'll write about what Beryl looks like next time. She's so soft and fluffy, and I just love her cock. So big. So yummy. Well, gotta go Diary, I'm getting myself pretty worked up, and the toys aren't quite doing their job of keeping me distracted. Time to go play sneaky-growly-rape-lizard! Beryl loves that!

In fact, getting out of the house and into that sort of night life without her mother finding out would be the hardest part; as much as Liz loved her mom, the last thing she needed was to have the older serval on her ass, begging her to make some grandchildren already, or worse, deciding to actively cheerlead for whatever romantic conquest their daughter brought home. It was bad enough that Cynthia could clearly tell something was wrong with Elizabeth’s body and yet chose to say nothing about it, the younger cat did not need that extra burden on her mind… but what she did have was some money saved up, and her mom’s vacation was coming up soon, so putting two and two together left a very unhappy wallet behind, but a near-cackling Elizabeth who realized just what sort of power she wielded. Sure, it’d be immediately obvious what her plans were the moment she suggested that her mother take an extended trip to a hotel with a spa for a few days, but she figured it’d be better to weather the initial wave of embarrassment than have to deal with an actively hazardous minefield walking around the house all day; indeed, there were a good couple of hours after Elizabeth made the offer where her face was stained tomato-red as her mother paced around ranting and raving about how her little girl had grown up so much and how she was so happy to finally be a grandmother, and all manner of unconscionably lewd things that were best not noted down for posterity. This carried on all throughout the following few days, during which Cynthia made it explicit that she actually expected her daughter to be expecting already, given the obvious baby bumps she had on display there, only to be entirely caught by surprise when Elizabeth sat them down and explained, in excruciating detail, what sort of biological madness was going on within her body, having lost the will to resist after the unending barrage. To the older serval’s credit, though they very obviously did the mental math required to understand what was going to happen in their absence, they decided not to say anything, though that sly smile they kept on their face whenever they looked at Liz said more than a million words could, and was powerful enough that Elizabeth had to actively shy away from its powerful glare. In fact, perhaps the worst part about the two cats’ interactions before Cynthia went off to spend a few days out of the way was how the older one had decided that her energy was better spent teasing her daughter in various creative, but ultimately non-verbal ways; rather than the usual fare of open, casual sexuality, it would appear that the momma serval realized that a more subtle approach would be far more effective, coupled with a few occasions where she “tripped” in just the right way to give Liz’s expanded ovaries a good rubdown. It was a contest of wits and physical stamina that could only be won through sheer endurance, and seeing as Cynthia had by far the deepest reserves, her daughter was, for once, glad to see her leave for the foreseeable future; when the older car closed the door behind her, Elizabeth let loose a sigh of relief, her body heat dissipating into the atmosphere as a million tons slipped off from her shoulders. She was free, at long last, and for the next week or so wouldn’t have to worry about anyone interfering with her plans, no matter how flimsy and poorly thought out they were; starting that night, she was going to hit a series of dance clubs downtown that catered exclusively to hyper-sized individuals, and as the gods were her witnesses, she was going to find the biggest, most fat-cocked boytoy in them and bring him home on a leash if she had to… which was, by all accounts, a chillingly accurate assessment of what would end up happening later that night. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that her entrance would make such a stir; after all, Liz made sure to bring her most provocative attire to bear, that being an effectively skintight outfit that, though it required a hefty dose of acrobatics and non-insignificant knowledge of engineering to fit into, managed to not only hug her curves so tightly that her bloated ovaries were on full display… but also kept her tits nice and plump and pushed up against one another, with the “dress” only covering their bottom third with a small triangle of cloth rising up to her nipples. Not that this did much, given that the shape of her buds was still perfectly visible for anyone to see, not to mention a significant chunk of her areolae, but if anyone asked, she was still technically dressed, so she couldn’t be arrested for indecent exposure. Coupled with her size being what it was, and really, Elizabeth shouldn’t have been so taken aback by the number of suitors who immediately threw themselves at her, believing that their faux charm would help bring them some hot serval titty action back home. Little did they know that the more they pushed, the less results they would get; Liz was looking for a big lug, a breeder above all things, who’d think with his dick first and whatever counted as a brain never, a huge pile of fur that could keep her warm at night, but inside and out… and while the initial wave of pickup artists and chancers made it difficult for the feline to notice anyone that fit the bill, it just so happened that after she brushed most of them aside, someone instantly caught her eye, someone who ticked such a numerous amount of the arbitrary boxes that she had set up for her hypothetical date that it almost felt like the universe had handed her some sort of cheat code. In fact, for but an instant, Liz assumed that the man she was looking at had to be gay, because there was no way the cosmos would just give her someone like him on a silver platter without there being a catch somehow… but she was still going to try. Really, how couldn’t she? There, sitting on a couch, looking both entirely at home with how big they were and like a fish out of water with how much they clearly had no idea what to do with any part of their body, was a wolf. They were massive, easily over nine feet in height, and though they weren’t built like a bodybuilder, their muscle tone was still there for all to see underneath their tight shirt; with the amount of fluff they had coming out of their neckline and sleeves, one could only imagine how adorably comfortable they must be to hug, and with the kind of expression they had stamped on whenever their friends tried to engage with them, there was most likely not a lot going on behind those cute little puppy-dog eyes of theirs. They were obviously dragged in there by their companions, all of whom were significantly smaller, and though the wolf reacted in the obvious manner whenever he laid eyes on anyone particularly curvaceous, it was also somewhat clear that they had no real idea how to be in that sort of environment; really, Liz was doing him a favour bringing him back to her place, after the canine’s supposed “friends” dragged them all the way to somewhere the poor guy didn’t want to be at… at least, judging from their expression. Given what they had going between their legs, they were probably the happiest they’d ever been, at least in a visceral, more base level, though Elizabeth was certain that she could one-up whatever the dance club could offer; one thing was for certain though, she could not afford to let that gorgeous hunk of a wolf go, not when their dick and balls were so gargantuan that she could probably curl up inside one of the latter and still have room left, and the former was so enormous that its outline made it painfully obvious that any attempts on Liz’s part to take that monster would result in some kind of physical injury. She didn’t care though; she saw a colossal cock and a titanic pair of cumtanks and her mind immediately pointed her towards that direction, demanding that she do something about that opportunity before it slipped between her fingers and someone else seduced the wolf away from her. Hell, she found herself walking towards him without even realizing she was doing so, and just moments after the serval spotted the enormous stud, she was standing in front of him on the other side of a table, having completely silenced every single person in the canine’s party. They all looked at her, staring as if they didn’t know whether to hoot and holler or beg for Liz to do unspeakable things to them; their eyes darted from her tits down to her ovaries and back, unable to tell just what they were looking at… but not the wolf. No, he was staring directly into her eyes, apparently mesmerized by how Elizabeth herself was looking straight at him as well; perhaps the big guy was so used to the way people were immediately attracted to the obvious that having someone so defiantly refuse to veer their eyesight downwards was, in its weird way, attractive to him, or perhaps it was the strength of will on full display when the serval simply stood there, arms crossed over her massive tits, more or less commanding him to get up and follow her without uttering a single word. So he did; absent any warning, he pushed his friends aside and nearly tipped the table over in his frantic rush to Liz’s side, looking even bigger now that he had the opportunity to stand up properly with their back straight… and making it even more obvious just how immensely outmatched the serval was compared to the package she was lusting after. Really, it was bigger than she was, enough that the wolf had to drag it out in front of him with what were clearly custom-made pants; any person with half a mind in them would recognize that it was impossible for them to take that monster without some hyper sizes themselves, which Elizabeth most certainly did not have anywhere that mattered, and yet, she still found herself literally salivating over the sight. It was too tantalizing not too; there was too much man meat, so much of it that all she could think to do was push her hands into those nuts and squeeze them as hard as she could, all while demanding the wolf breed her until the sun came back up. Regrettably, even establishments like those typically frowned on their clientele fucking one another in plain sight of everyone, so in the absense of any back rooms for Liz to pay for, she instead pulled on the wolf’s shirt and led him straight out the front door, strutting along as she did. So confident was her power walk that the bouncer didn’t even ask whether or not the giant being led out by the proverbial collar had filled out his card with the spending minimums, knowing as they did that the guy probably had far more in his mind than whatever meagre sum they spent inside the club. That, and given the way that Liz glared at said bouncer when they tried to ask anyway, it was perhaps for the best that no one interfered, lest they end up without a face. The walk back to her place was short enough that the serval didn’t even bother asking for a name; the sheer dominance of it, the ability to carry that big lug by her hand without so much as a word, was enough to leave her legs quivering with anticipation… and that colossal pillar of cockmeat behind her audibly pulsating with need certainly helped as well. The last thing Liz expected was to immediately snag someone of that size, but now that she had, she wasn’t going to even so much as question it, lest the universe decide this was too much and start stripping away the fantasy; thankfully, no one on the streets at that hour meant that the two of them were left undisturbed all the way to the serval’s front door, which was just as great, given that neither of them were exactly dressed in a way as to not immediately make it obvious what they intended to do. Liz with her impossibly revealing, form-fitting one-piece dress and the unnamed wolf wearing nothing but a tight t-shirt and a pair of skintight pants that left nothing to the imagination, the latter being tugged by the former with such strength that they occasionally whined whenever the yanking was too much for them to handle… which, given the size difference, shouldn’t have come as a surprise when they were obviously sexually charged. By the time the door closed behind the two, their clothes didn’t last for longer than a couple of seconds; as much as Elizabeth’s choice of attire hadn’t been cheap, it was frankly worthless compared to the sort of promise that her lover for the night’s junk held, making it incredibly easy for her to simply produce the claws on her left hand and rip the damned thing apart into shreds as she pulled it on, fully revealing her own curvaceous form, with the special bonus clearly visible underneath her chest-obscuring breasts. Amazingly enough, this still wasn’t sufficient to pull the wolf’s attention from her eyes; the poor thing hadn’t said a single thing, which contrasted so heavily with how much taller they were that Elizabeth began to feel a certain twinge of… something. She’d never been the dominant type, at least not in the bedroom, but there was a certain enjoyment to the sense that her presence was so overwhelming to that beast of a man that they couldn’t even muster the mental capacity to put sounds together into coherent words, let alone sentences; it made her feel like she was in charge, for once, and that despite everything else going on with her life, she at least had the final decision when it came to what was going to happen that night. It just so happened, however, that what she wanted to do was to get railed by a dick the size of her body, and she wasn’t about to wait any longer; crossing her arms over her bust again, she nodded towards the colossal package the wolf sported, saying nothing as she waited for her current boytoy to figure out what he was supposed to do. To his credit, he almost instantly picked up on the suggestion, not even bothering with taking his clothes off the proper way either; being so much bigger than Liz, it was obvious that they had the strength to pull fabric apart, and seeing as their clothes were literally just the regular stuff, merely upscaled, all it took was a single pull for both his shirt and pants to come right off, revealing two things: first, a toned physique that made Elizabeth’s whole body shiver once she caught saw of those rock-hard abs and a set of pecs that she knew, for a fact, she was going to be using as pillows before the night was over. And secondly, a cock and pair of balls of such great size that, were it not for the fact that she still had a shred of sentience left in her, Liz would’ve thrown herself at them just so she could drape her entire body around a virile package that she’d never, in a million years, let go of. The outline hadn’t been lying either, that cock was easily bigger than her entire torso, far larger than what she had between her legs, making it downright impossible for her to even think about taking that monster; the wolf seemed to recognize this, as his eyes finally moved away from the serval’s, only to glance down at himself, then back at his would-be lover, then back again and over around, as if trying to ask if Liz was certain about what she was trying to do. In all honesty, she wasn’t, because the thought of doing it was absolutely terrifying to her… in the hallway, at least. No chance in hell that she’d be caught dead being fucked like an animal in such a tight space when she had an entire living room to use and potentially fill up; it just so happened that the sight of that cock and pair of cumtanks was so powerful that it took her a few moments to find her bearings, and to recover some semblance of a consciousness after it fluttered away to cloud nine for a full immersion bath of primal bliss. No, she was in charge there, she had to take charge, and that meant taking the wolf’s hand and dragging him behind her, not even bothering to think about how she lacked the strength to do so; if the lupine giant knew what was good for him, he’d follow suit without asking questions, ready to answer his mistress’ every call as if his life depended on it. Not once did his hand leave hers, and not once did he even so much as make a peep, nor ask if Elizabeth was absolutely sure of what she was going to do; no, to him, the sight of that beautiful serval, one so outrageously stacked that her backboob was about as wide as her entire torso, was enough to leave him unable to think straight… that, and the rest. It’d be disingenuous to claim that the wolf hadn’t seen what made Liz special, or that his hormonal system hadn’t been instantly triggered by the feline’s arrival thanks to the veritable cloud of pheromones wafting from her, all without Elizabeth herself even realizing. The giant of a man might not know exactly what those lumps in the cat’s belly were, nor how dangerous they would become should he help to fertilize her, but he did understand, on a deep and instinctive level, that this woman that had taken him to her home was fertile, was wanting to be knocked up and bred like a rabbit in heat, and to be frank, that’s all he really needed to know. Hell, he was already in full flow just thinking about it; though his release would have to come at the end of some hard-won exertion on both their parts, the veritable river of precum spurting from his cock was already more than enough. While it wasn’t as thick as the real deal, it was certainly a great deal thicker than most males’ out there, and came delivered in such vast quantities that one would probably need several breeders’ worth of spunk production just to begin to think about competing with him; this, above all things, made it difficult for the wolf to find willing mates, seeing as few people had the courage to try and ride someone who could probably pop them like balloons without even realizing it. But there was something different about this one, this serval who instantly dropped to her knees in front of him when the two walked into the living room; as he leaned down, placing his nearly-exaggeratedly large paws on her perky butt, gently pushing the cheeks apart to make room for his tip, the wolf couldn’t help but feel like this one would actually be capable of taking him at his fullest. He didn’t know how, or why, or indeed if such a thing was even possible to begin with, but judging by the near-desperate tone she was using to call for him, begging for her “mate” to breed her, stuff her, and do a great many horrifically lewd things to her, clearly Elizabeth didn’t either. The two of them were beyond the realms of the logical or purely physical, had transcended the “if” into the “certainly”; it was no longer a matter of whether or not the wolf could fit into her, purely that she wanted him to fit… so he would. That was the one thought in his mind when he bucked his hips forward, plunging himself as deeply as he could into the serval’s tight ass, knowing for a fact that things would somehow sort themselves out; in that one moment, for there was really no need for preparation or any kind of foreplay, the full flow of his precum was directed into her body, nary a drop to be wasted on the carpet as it had until then. Anyone else would’ve overflowed, probably even begun spitting the stuff out from their mouths after the pressure hose of pre filled them up from one end to another, turning their entire body into little more than a cum balloon for the wolf to fill… but not Elizabeth. Whether it was her indomitable desire to be turned into a breeding machine or some lucky trick of genetics, her body seemed to take quite well to the sudden injection of mass on her lover’s part, as rather than bloating outwards like a ball being filled with water, it instead… well, it did grow, it did expand, but perhaps not in the way that either of the two were expecting. Truth be told, Liz herself was hoping for some “cumflation”, as she heard happened between hypers, the idea that her body would be stretched out past capacity and turned into a cum dumpster as her gut was used to store copious, near-ungodly amounts of the wolf’s seed (or whatever else came before it, at least); instead, her physical form apparently decided that she was better off using all that precum to make it easier for the real load to be delivered, by way of making her ass bigger. There was no other way to explain it other than that; by some inexplicable mechanism, her body was turning every ounce of precum being pumped into her into yet more mass for her rear! Not that there was much there to begin with… which was probably why it was happening in the first place; perhaps her body had decided that she needed readjustments before she could take the full size of that beast of a cock plowing into her so savagely, and seeing as the wolf wasn’t going to take it gentle, went with the quickest, most efficient route, granting her a gargantuan dump truck of a butt that only grew bigger with each thrust on her lover’s part. Each time he slammed his base into her, it would plap louder, and each round would take less time as a result of her ass ballooning outwards with additional pudge; before long, the wolf wasn’t so much cupping her cheeks as he was sinking his oversized paws into them, with them nearly vanishing all the way up to the wrist, a measurement that was slowly surpassed bit by bit whenever he hilted himself inside of that magically growing bottom he was pistoning into. For the nine-foot giant, this couldn’t have come at a better time; while he was content with accepting that his lover was willing to take him, he couldn’t deny that there was still some part of him that yet held back, at least for the first few seconds before realizing what was happening in front of him. Now that the serval’s butt had grown large enough that it was oversized even for him, he didn’t have to worry in the slightest; hell, he could barely even see where he was plunging his cock into, having to rely mostly on tactile feedback than anything else, and even then he was convinced he often missed the mark, seeing as the overall tightness was such that he ceased being able to determined when he actually managed to fill the serval up even more. Soon though, he’d get into a rhythm, having realized that the best indicator was the growth itself; whenever he loaded her up with even more precum, that ass would burgeon outwards just a bit more, packing pound after pound until it became genuinely difficult for the wolf to hold up without being pinned down underneath its weight! All of this, however, could only end in one way, even if it would surprise the lupine just as much as it would Elizabeth herself; the latter assumed, not without cause, that the giant she brought home would have enough stamina to rail her until the sun came back up, and the former was used to logics-defying feats such as those as a matter of course, thanks precisely to his physique, making it very surprising when he felt… it. The sensation was hard to explain, seeing as the wolf never went through it when he was remotely sensate, and having it sneak up on him like it did was an entirely novel experience for which he didn’t have any words to describe; he knew what it was, knew what it heralded, and would’ve said something in an attempt to warn his lover that he was about to cum, but really, what was the point? He was quite literally balls deep inside of her, practically crushed underneath an ass that kept growing the more he pumped into it, belonging to a serval who obviously wasn’t about to ask him to even so much as slow down any time soon, much less stop; it left him in a position that had a single way out, that being to blast her insides with a few loads of seed and honestly just hope for the best, as there was nothing else he could do. It had been so little time, under a minute really, enough that the wolf was left feeling somewhat embarrassed that he had broken so quickly; thoughts that would blank out the moment it came crashing into him, the moment of climax that he saw coming from a mile away and yet still managed to surprise him just as much as it always did. He felt its impact, like his body had been going at the speed of a runaway train and then smashed straight into a wall; it was the sort of jolt that made his entire mind reboot itself from the strain of even trying to understand it, and if not for the fact that the serval’s ass had grown to be so colossal, it was very likely that their living room would’ve been given a fresh new coat of paint on every surface, judging from how loudly the wolf’s nuts churned and gurgled in that one moment. Of course, all that spunk had to go somewhere, and the over-eager lug had a couple of seconds to put the pieces together and realize what was about to happen; he didn’t, owing to his mind having shattered into pieces as a consequence of his orgasm, but some part of him at least recognized what the pieces were to begin with. He was used to explosive climaxes, so much so that it really wasn’t unusual for him to literally cover an entire wall with his loads after his lover du jour was completely full, and this was with partners who were just as much of a hyper as he was. This one though, this tiny little serval, had seemed and felt entirely innocuous to the wolf, at least until the clothes were off and he noticed the two lumps on her belly… but that seemed so distant at that point. She was too small, too diminutive to really take him at his fullest, and even with her rear having grown to such absurd dimensions for no discernible reason, some part of the wolf knew that she couldn’t handle the whole thing; sadly, it was no longer in his hands, nor did he get to make that decision, because Liz had decided for him. She was going to take it all, she was going to have her insides painted white, and if her partner knew what was good for him, he’d have another set of cartridges ready to be fired the moment his first orgasm abated; it was for this reason that, rather than simply staying in a knelt position with her ass pointed towards the heavens, Liz instead heaved herself backwards until she sat on top of her lovable source of hyper-virile spunk, immobilizing the poor guy completely just as she felt the bubbling volcano about to erupt. Liz knew, instinctively, that this was a poor decision; if the wolf’s pre had already done such a number on her, who knew what his actual cum could do? Would it have the same transformative properties? Would her body know what to do with it, and just make more ass? And, perhaps most importantly, was there still time to try and get up so that she could stuff that cock somewhere where it could be more productive, rather than between her asscheeks? All questions that used to matter, questions that in an alternate timeline might’ve been entertained for longer, but in this particular instance, were swept aside with the tidal wave of jizz that was unleashed into her. Whatever predictions Elizabeth had made were completely destroyed as the sheer quantity of spunk she felt on first impact alone was enough to shatter whatever insane records she had set up precisely for the wolf to work towards; there was no warning, no build-up, just a colossal amount of high-potency cum pouring into her at a speed so absurd that it was almost impossible to imagine how her body wouldn’t turn into a blimp at that rate… except, of course, for the fact that it didn’t. Her belly remained the same size as before, looking terribly undersized compared to a lower body that appeared to have gained a liking to packing on mass whenever it felt itself being bloated. The transformation itself was too quick for either of the two to really gauge properly; the wolf was stuck underneath the ass itself and Elizabeth, perched atop it, didn’t bother to open her eyes for the duration, preferring instead to focus on the overwhelming sensation of fullness that came with having her insides filled with what felt like dozens of gallons of wolf cum, pressurized in such a way that it felt more like red-hot tar for the few seconds that it was allowed to exist before her body absorbed it. The walls were the first things to go, with the serval feeling her cheeks pressing against opposite ends for a couple of moments before the sense of pressure just vanished, along with a sound that could be charitably described as what would happen if crumbling stone was ground together with sand and then instantly muffled underneath the largest pillow possible; an odd thought to have, but it was the only way that Elizabeth could rationalize what was happening, especially after the ceiling came down on her but a second later. She would’ve expected her back to snap the moment she slammed into it, but either her body in general was sturdier than she expected or her ass had grown so much that her torso and head were no longer the highest point of her body; either way, the roof over her head ceased being, rapidly followed by the rest of whatever was left of the house as the spunk kept flowing into her and her organism apparently decided that it should turn every ounce of it into an equal amount of serval pudge. It was all over in just a handful of seconds, not even enough for Liz to get a good moan out, and yet it was all it took for her mother’s house to just… vanish. It was probably still there, buried underneath her colossal frame, not so much a dump truck of an ass as much as it was a freight ship, big enough to utterly eclipse the former residence and take up its place as the newest biggest thing in the neighborhood. Were Elizabeth to open her eyes, she would’ve seen how she was higher up that any of the other houses on her street, high enough to cause a certain amount of trepidation for someone who had historically not been that great with heights; were Elizabeth to open her eyes, she would see a vast ocean of ass and thigh, softness brought to its logical extreme as her body had, seemingly, magnified itself. There were no striations, no stretch marks, no signs of damage or even any sacrifices made; her legs were just as soft and pliable as they always had been, her butt was actually bouncier than before, and overall, she had become an absolute monster of a serval… and, perhaps even better, she could still feel the cock inside of her. It took some time before her brain rebooted properly, at least enough for her to understand why that was so important or why she felt so aroused just thinking about it; the cat was so out of it that she didn’t even consider the possibility that the wolf might’ve grown along with her! When she did, or rather, when she stumbled onto the realization that if she still felt that shaft stretching her tailhole out, then it had to be positively gargantuan as well, her eyes shot wide open, glinting madly in the night for any who dared look up at her rather than just that behemothian rear she sported. Better yet, though she had initially failed to pick up on it, there was clearly something squirming down there underneath one of her cheeks, something warm, something fuzzy, and something that was very much alive and still trying to thrust into her; if only she had bothered to ask for the wolf’s name, Elizabeth would’ve instantly cried out for it in the loudest, lewdest moaning fashion she could muster, even if she knew perfectly well that there was no way the guy could hear her, stuck underneath such a colossal, pillowy muffler as he was. In fact, as far as Liz cared, there was only one way that things could progress, at least assuming that the nominal goal of having invited the wolf over to her place was still the same one; as much as she enjoyed having her body transformed into the sort of thing that a hyper-grade broodmother would have, even if she’d be stuck panicking over it once emotions died down and her more rational side prevailed, Elizabeth didn’t pick the wolf up because he’d be good at leaving her with a fatter ass. It was certainly a bonus, sure, but he was there to breed her, and he couldn’t well do that if his cock was still stuck in the same place; a change of scenery was in order, and for that, the two of them needed to switch positions. Now, actually moving was a different matter altogether, as Elizabeth wasn’t certain she could even do such a thing at the size she was at; perhaps it was mechanically possible, but with her upper body being the same size as always and her lower one being several orders of magnitude bigger, the biomechanics involved were so mind-boggling and impossible to grasp that the only thing the serval managed to do was gently wiggle around for a few seconds before realizing she had apparently forgotten how to even use her legs. Liz began worrying, not that she’d be immobile for the rest of her life, but that she’d never receive the breeding she so desperately wanted when she was already so close to it; maybe this was joke the universe played on her, having delivered such a perfect breeding specimen right to her doorstep only to have the entire process fall apart at literally the last minute. How fortuitous, then, that the wolf began to push.

(M CTF) Jase thought he was going to get lucky with his girlfriend when she invited him over to her place for a movie marathon. She even mentioned the fact the people who lived above her were gone, which generally translated to 'we can fuck as loud as we want'. Everything started out great, popcorn and movies. They both snuggled under a single blanket and all she wore was an oversized t shirt and panties, and let her long golden hair out to get messy, because she knew Jase loved it when her hair was wild. She made no moves though, which made him think she was going for a slow foreplay. The movies she picked out where all pretty steamy, though non straight up porn. Just when he thought she was going for it, her friend arrived! His dick was readying angry words with his brain from disappointment when his girlfriend introduced him to the other girl, mentioning she thought he was cute. The friend also gave him an extremely flirty look, and while she sat on a comfy chair to let them keep the couch, she occasionally glanced over at him with bedroom eyes. Now Jase was a bit confused. Was he going to get some, or not? Were they actually setting up a threesome? That sounded like horny teenager pipedream thinking, but it really did seem like that was what was happening here. His poor erection remained on standby. Every once and a while his girlfriend let out a quiet moan and repositioned herself, deliberately brushing her tits on him before settling back down. But just as Jase was sure this was threesome time... another friend showed up. She wasn't planning a... foursome?! What the heck was going on. He did not want to directly ask because that killed the mood a bit and made him seem like a desperate horndog... but seriously, come on. The second friend hade a huge rack, and no bra, and her white shirt hid very little, and no one questioned that. She seemingly deliberately adjusted her shirt several times too, as if trying to catch Jase's attention with her huge boobs! His girlfriend was litterally right there! As the night went on, the flirty three women were makng him feel extremely pent up. He slipped out from under his girlfriend to go to the bathroom and had to be very careful went he took it out to pee, it felt overly sensative. His balls looked big and swollen too! Jeez, isn't blueballs supposed to be a myth? He took a long piss having to bend over to aim, because his erection wasn't leaving. He had to pause after, feeling the pleasure grow in it after he was done. How was he this sensative? Those girls were driving him nuts! As soon as he pictured them in his mind his cock exploded into orgasm, blasting thick ropes of cum into the toilet several times. He did not even pump his shaft once, he was just holding it! He did not even feel releif! As soon as it tapered off it felt exactly like before he orgasmed! With a grunt of frusteration he decided he needed to take care of this. A foursome out of the blue seemed so unfathomable to begin with, the whole thing started to seem like a test, or a cruel tease if anything. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, groaning as the edge of the tub pressed in on his stiff taint. As he masturbated his balls bounced with added weight, and he swore it felt like they grew a bit with each pump. It did not take him long to reach orgasm again though, and he managed to stand and fire into the toilet again. Not only did he not shoot any less, it looked like he actually shot MORE than the first time! Even though he came twice in a row he didn't feel worn out or sore. Again, he felt almost a bit more horny than he started, against all logic. When Jase left the bathroom his girlfriend met him, asking if he was ok. Not sure what was going on with him, he just told her that maybe he should just go, but she insisted he stay, so he did. Not long after they returned to the couch though, he felt her delicate narrow hands slide their way into his pants and over his now huge balls! He glanced around and the other two women only glanced at him breifly back before looking back to the movie. The two of them shared a blanket so they could not see what she was doing. Was she really planning to get him off right there? What about the mess? He was too horny to care at this point, he had no idea what this situation even was anymore, but he did know he needed to cum. She cradled his swollen balls in one hand, rolling them around in his sack with her fingers. Her other hand slowly worked his throbbing shaft and occasionally squeezed the glans teasingly, which was so sensative it almost hurt. His glans were purple with blood pressure and the veins in his shaft were bloated with backed up flow! His entire body felt so hot, especially his head. She had to slip his balls free of his pants entirely and pull them down a bit before he noticed his balls were throbbing still bigger. His heart beat stronger and stronger, he could feel the pressure throb with each beat in his entire lower body! His body started to feel a stiff pressure too... just how bloated was his prostate right now? His entire torso started to stretch longer, and the thick veins of his shaft started to show up on his crotch, spreading up onto his body. His balls swelled to the size of a basketball each and kept going, stretching the sack smooth with pressure as his girlfriend danced her soft fingers over it. The first friend in the other chair commented on how hot the movie was, and slipped her hand into her tight pants to finger herself right there shamelessly! Jase's head felt so hot and swelled a bit, his entire body throbbed with pleasure and grew a bit longer. His girlfriend had to grab and drag him back a bit because he wasn't fitting under the blanket entirely anymore. The second, huge titted friend commented on how the first was such a horny slut and asked if 'this' got her off too, pulling her top up over her bare breasts and shaking them. Jase uncontrollably moaned, an oddly salty drool filling his mouth as his body stretched even longer, getting a bit thicker too. He felt so stiff, he could barely move. The pleasurably tingling was canceling out the feeling in his arms and legs as they grew weaker by the moment. His balls were so large under the blanket it looked like there was a third person under there. When they became so huge they could not fit on the couch, they rolled off the front and bounced on the soft carpet. His girlfriend tossed the blanket off, being rather pointless now. Jase was so desperate to get off, he could not bring himself to question the situation even though he had more questions than ever. One woman pawed at her pussy, pulling her shorts down to give an unobstructed view, and the other shook her huge tits- and neither were looking at the TV anymore, they were looking at Jase! His girlfriend rolled her top up as well and was rubbing her fat erect nipples on his overly sensative body as it stretched more and more! He could barely move at all! Drool kept surging into his mouth over and over and he had to keep swallowing it back, but finally his hot head swelled up tremendously, changing the shape of his mouth causing him to not be able to close it as tightly. Pre spurt out almost constantly now from his mouth, and as his head continued to swell his hair started to fall out and his face lost definition. His body was longer than the entire couch now! The girl who had been fingering herself now rubbed her sticky moist hands on his ballsack the size of two beanbag chairs. She ground her searing hot pussy against the firmly stretched scrotum, making Jase give off gargled groans in arousal. His girlfriend now ripped her panties off and climbed onto his stiff body, grinding her pussy along a huge thick bulge that was slowly rising up from his crotch and travelling up his entire body. The last woman grabbed around his jaw as the bone softened and dissolved and his jaw became part of the corona. The feeling of her huge tits against his deforming face caused his head to swell up and lose more and more definition, the swelling forcing his eyes shut and then absorbing them entirely as he pressed into her more and more without meaning to. His body got longer and thicker as his arms and legs were swallowed in growth becoming nothing more than four more fat throbbing veins under the surface. The swelling pressure forced his head up and locked it there as it swelled fully into the glans of a gigantic penis. The giant bulge the girlfriend was grinding her cunt against fully connected the giant balls to the glans becoming the completed urethra and all of Jase's remaining internals tightened in anticipation. The first friend seen it coming and jumped onto the groove between balls to take his old penis into her mouth, and the second friend on the opposite end put her lips over what used to be Jase's lips. Jase's prostate was about the size of a jumbo beach ball, and visible as a fleshy sphere at the base of the shaft where the balls also connected. Jase exploded from his old dick and the giant cock that used to be his body and his mind melted away in pleasure. Literally. The balls were draped over the arm of the couch and rested on the floor as the scrotum now relaxed. The shaft was as thick as the seats of the couch and twice as long as the entire couch itself, now starting to droop toward the floor after orgasm. The big titted woman rest on the opposite wall, plastered in cum that trailed back to the dick where she was blasted clear off her feet. The three women took their time catching their breath, smiling at their now room sized shared 'boyfriend'.

The Hoardstealer's Lament Milon crept deeper into the dragon's lair, one hand on his sword, eyes darting about warily, straining to hear every little sound, as anything might give away the fearsome reptile's presence and an impending attack. The human thief wore loose cotton clothes, forgoing the usual leather armor. It had a tendancy to creak, and thus might give him away. And besides, if he failed and woke the dragon, it wouldn't protect him at all from the creature's fire breath. He crept into the main living area, from what it looked like. Piles of furs, cushions, pillows, and blankets raided from local communities, or given by caravans as payment for the dragon's 'protection.' A shelf lined with books, a goodly number more piled on the floor nearby. Spellbooks might be worth something, but Milon didn't have time to sort books of tales from magical writings. He had come for the gold. Dragons collected gold, they kept it, piled it up, even slept on it. The thief hoped that such wasn't the case. A loud rumble could be heard from one of the tunnels, shortly followed by a low wheeze. Loud rumble, low wheeze. Loud rumble, low wheeze. Good, the dragon was asleep and snoring. It made things so very much easier for Milon. His information had been correct, the dragon did indeed slumber when the sun went down. The Hoardstealer followed the pull of the treasure, a sort of sixth sense that those that pillaged a dragon's riches from beneath their scaled snouts tended to develop after awhile, heading into a tunnel off to the side of the one from which the snoring came. Milon smiled as he rounded the corner, several large chests set in a circle. Well, they weren't piles of gold pieces on the floor, but they were a great deal more compact, and much quieter. Easier to lower a Bag of Holding over the lot in a chest than do the same for a pile and risk the coins shifting, falling over, and making noise. He began looking over the nearest chest for traps. He didn't think there would be one, as dragons couldn't handle such things as easily as smaller creatures could. He found none. The human grinned as he opened the lid. A grin that quickly faded as he heard a quiet 'clack' upon tilting the lid back to its farthest. A strange scent began to fill the air. Figuring stealth and silence weren't worth dying from poison, Milon darted out of the treasure room, rounding the corner into the cave. His head began to feel strange, foggy. His body felt warm in places, especially in the groin. Milon found himself beginning to sweat. He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the strange sensations, focusing entirely on getting out of the cave. He dashed out into the main area, and crashed into a wall of scaled muscle. The dragon was on him in an instant, claws tearing at him. Milon heard his clothes ripping, felt the pressure of claws on his body. The poison must have numbed him, making him unable to feel the pain of being torn apart by a... rather small dragon. This was definitely not the huge beast he had been told inhabited the area, it was a great deal smaller. While larger than a human, this creature was definitely not a great, massive beast that could carry off entire wagons. Milon had seen ogres bigger than this dragon. "Stop sniveling." the dragon growled, pinning the human's arms to the ground, "I haven't hurt you yet!" Milon looked down to find that the dragon's claws hadn't touched his flesh at all, just ripped his shirt off. The dragon sat himself down on the human's midsection, drawing a soft gasp from Milon. The heat in his loins continued to build, and the presence of a weight near his manhood seemed enough to bring it to arousal. "I don't take kindly to thieves," the dragon continued, "And I don't particularly care for humans, but both situations can be easily remedied." The dragon, his scales a deep wine red, shifted his position, kneeling beside Milon but keeping his arms pinned, a strange smile on his face. Milon saw that the dragon wasn't quite a dragon after all, he walked on two legs, not four. But then again he looked larger and more draconic that the humanoid-dragon half-breeds Milon had seen. "I'm a Greater Dragonkin. You may refer to me as Lord Jaylin, Sir, or Master." the dragon said, almost like he was reading Milon's mind. "One of our abilities is to change between our humanoid and true draconic selves. It makes finding acceptable housing a great deal easier. Plus it makes... interacting with smaller species a great deal easier and less messy." Jaylin said, tearing the human's pants off. Milon tried to protest, but could only make a soft growl in his throat. He found himself turning nearly as red as the dragon as the creature spied his erection. "Good to see that the distilled essence is working. A true dragon may breed with any creature capable of breeding, and thus the scent of a dragon in heat will arouse nearly any intruder, as you can see. You are male, which is unfortunate, but easily correctable." the nine foot tall leviathan said, his nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath. Milon began to panic as he saw the dragon begin to stir beneath his loin cloth. He tried to struggle, to run and flee, but he found that he couldn't do anything except stare at the dragon's hardening member. It was huge, far, far larger than Milon's own. It would put a horse to shame. Jaylin cast the covering aside, a predatory smile on his face. "Yes, it's going inside of you. I'm going to give you the chance to make it hurt less, and maybe not split you in half when I shove it up your thieving little ass. Don't fight this spell if you know what's good for you." Milon closed his eyes, feeling the spell energy flow through him, wondering what it was. Not feeling anything painful or weird, he opened them. The image of the powerful, muscular, beautiful red dragonkin filling his vision. The thief found himself grinning, looking up at the majestic creature. Milon winced internally. A charm spell. Fuck. Jaylin smiled at the human, releasing Milon's arms. The dragon walked to a nearby pile of fur and sat down upon them. The dragon crooked a taloned finger, beckoning the human over. The thief found himself unable to disobey, getting up and crawling to the dragon on all fours. He found himself kneeling before the furs, looking up at the dragon, his body eagerly awaiting instruction. The dragon patted a place beside him on the furs, and once more Milon found himself moving according to the dragon's will, climbing up to sit next to the dragon, his leg pressing against Jaylin's own. The warm scales feeling delightful on his bare skin. Milon found the dragon's arm wrapping around him, pulling his body to the dragon's own. "Pleasure me, human. Hands and mouth only." Jaylin commanded. The spell-struck human looked up, eyes wide, shaking his head. He couldn't voice his disgust at the prospect of performing the act, but he could make it known. Milon moaned softly as the dragon's gently took the human's aching, throbbing cock between two fingers, sliding them up and down. "You make me cum, pet, and I'll return the favor." He didn't want to, he couldn't. It was repugnant, it was repulsive, it was wrong. And yet... he would get something in return. Maybe he could think clearly once he climaxed? The spell may have made him treat the dragon like Jaylin was his best friend in the world, but Milon might be able to talk his way out of this. The human rolled over, kneeling beside the dragon, leaning into his lap. Milon tentatively wrapped one hand around the dragon's huge shaft. He shivered at the thought of having the huge member inside of him, it was as big around as his arm, and almost as long. The dragon's cock was hot to the touch, a pleasant heat. The texture was like soft, smooth leather. Milon found himself deeply inhaling the dragon's musky scent, rather like the scent that filled the air when he had opened the treasure chest. Milon closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and extended his tongue. He found himself filled both with dread and anticipation. He didn't really want to do this, but he had to in order to save himself. And, he had to admit, he was a little curious. As a man who spent a portion of his treasure on pleasures of the flesh, Milon was more than a little familiar about the ins and outs of fellatio, though he had always been on the receiving end before. The dragon's cockhead wasn't shaped like his own, it was flatter and spade shaped. But judging from Jaylin's reactions, the soft moans and shivers, the two weren't too much different. The dragon's manhood had a pleasant, slightly sweet taste to it. With his initial unease overcome, Milon seemed almost eager in his licking and stroking. The human moaned softly as Jaylin shifted his grip on Milon's member, taking it between his thumb and forefinger instead, a gentle pull bringing the human forward, cock pressed up against Jaylin's warm, scaly flank. Milon thrust against the dragon, his cock drooling slick precum, adding to the ease with which his cock slid over the smooth scales. "You like this, don't you, pet?" Jaylin teased, gripping the human's head in his other hand. Milon soon found why he was being held, as the dragon's cock seemingly erupted with a torrent of precum. The hot, sweet goo filling Milon's throat, dripping down his chin and neck onto his chest. He couldn't help but swallow the thick liquid. It sent a burning heat through his body, once again flowing straight to his cock. "Mmm... while it may not be as refined as the dried powder I use to trap my treasure chests, a dragon's pre-climactic fluids do have a tendency to cause arousal in lesser creatures." Milon paid no attention to the dragon's words, he found himself far more occupied with his own need to climax. He thrust hard against the dragon's leg, not satisfied with the slow, torturous stroking Jaylin was inflicting upon him. He couldn't help it, he had to cum. And cum he did. Milon moaned and thrust his hips forward. He felt the dragon's hand shift, the palm pressing against the head of his cock, Jaylin's clawed fingers gripping his balls. The human emptied his seed into the dragon's cupped palm, pausing for a moment in his pleasuring of the dragon to savor the feeling. He found his head yanked back painfully by the hair, eye to eye with Jaylin. "That's a bad human, climaxing before your master." the dragon scolded, bringing his cum covered hand to Milon's face. "Now, be a good girl and clean up your mess." Lost in a lustful haze, Milon didn't quite comprehend the dragon's words, but dutifully did as he was told, lapping up his cum from Jaylin's hand. The dragon loosened his grip, pushing Milon's head back down to his member. "Good, now continue." Jaylin panted. The thief resumed where he had left off, both hands encircling the titanic member, the very tip of the dragoncock in his mouth, tongue working over the slit and underside. Milon's tongue began to probe tentatively at Jaylin's slit, poking inside. The action drew a growling moan from the dragon, and an increased pressure on Milon's head. "Yesssss." the wine red dragon hissed, "More." Milon did as commanded, extending his tongue as deep into the dragon as it would go, wriggling it from side to side, exploring the inside of the dragonkin's member. He was rewarded with Jaylin's pleasured cry. The dragon bucked his hips, cramming more of his cock into Milon's mouth, making the human gag. The human was unprepared for the massive rush of dragonseed that began to flood his mouth. He struggled, choking on the thick, salty substance. He tried to swallow as much of it as he could, but there was far, far too much. Jaylin pulled his cock from Milon's lips, letting the human cough and sputter even as more cum coated his face and chest. The dragon shoved Milon to the floor and stood, one clawed hand stroking his length, guiding each jet of seed onto the human's body, leaving Milon a sticky mess. The human's skin tingled and itched where Jaylin's seed stuck, his belly seemed to heave as well. But the heat returned, the burning, aching, needful heat that made his half-hard cock suddenly stir to full arousal. Conscious mind buried under a boiling sea of bestial lust, Milon mewled pleadingly, looking up at Jaylin. The dragon dropped to his knee, scooping up a handful of his seed from the floor and rubbing it over his cock. "On all fours, pet." Jaylin said with a sinister smile. Milon did as he was told, presenting his rump for the mighty dragon. Jaylin guided his manhood to the human's rump with one hand, using the other to hold Milon still. The human cried out as he was virtually impaled on the dragon's massive rod, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as he would have imagined. It took him a few moments to get used to it, but once he did, the pain from his stretched asshole was more than offset by the strange feelings of pleasure that shot through him. The itching and tingling subsiding on his skin and inside his gut, replaced with a pleasant heat. The thief closed his eyes and leaned back against Jaylin, delighting in the feeling of the dragonkin's muscular, scaled body against his own. The dragon gripped Milon around the waist, falling back onto the pile of furs, the human impaled on his cock, laying on Jaylin's belly. The dragon whispered something in a strange language, placing his hand on the human's belly, magical energy flowing into Milon. The human didn't notice, so occupied was he by the strange, delightful pleasure that that dragon's cock gave him. "Some dragon males climax twice in rapid succession, the first being a series of weaker jets of seed, intended to loosen up the female and lubricate for deeper penetration while the aaah... second... aaah! AAAAARGH!" The second was a series of focused, powerful jets intended to be pushed as deep into the female as possible, as Milon found out. The human howled in a mix of pain and pleasure. He found himself climaxing despite the agony of the powerful torrents of cum being pushed deep into his body. The human felt the jets beginning to subside, the pain fading, the needful heat fading, replaced by a sweet, pleasant warmth that seemed to creep into every inch of his body. Jaylin pulled from his pet with a loud pop, scooping up the weary human in his arms. Milon blinked sleepily a few times before his eyes closed, instinctively curling up in the dragon's arms. "Not a bad distraction, I'd say." Jaylin said to himself with a yawn. "But I do so hate having my sleep interrupted." The dragon carried his new pet into his den, wrapping his wings around his body, covering Milon as well. Jaylin flopped down onto a pile of cushions and mattresses suited for giants and ogres, sized just right for his nine foot frame. He grined as he snuggled under the covers, curling around his warm new plaything. "But it's all for the best. I sleep so much better with company." -o- Milon yawned, delighting in the pleasant warmth around him, the press of a warm body against his own. And then he opened his eyes and recalled the events of the previous night. The human shuddered at the thought of what had happened to him, of being reduced to little more than a sex crazed beast, one eager to pleasure his perverted dragon captor. The human found himself in bed with the dragon, the red scaled brute's arms wrapped around him. His head rested on the monster's shoulder. The thief made small movements, testing the dragon's hold on him. No luck, Jaylin clung to him like a 3 year old to a stuffed bear. The dragonkin's neck was tantalizingly close, however. If Milon bit the dragon, maybe the pain and the startled reaction would give Milon enough time to escape? Well, it was a better option than waiting for him to wake up, cast another Charm spell on Milon, and spend the afternoon participating in homosexual debauchery. He leaned forward and opened his mouth, planning on sinking his teeth into the dragon's neck, but he stopped. A pleasant smell filled his nose, the dragon's own sweet scent. The smell of a powerful, virile, male dragon. Milon shook his head, shooing away the strange thoughts. He leaned in, his lips meeting the dragon's scaled neck. He tried to bite down, he really did. But rather than his teeth sinking into the taut muscle of Jaylin's scaled neck, Milon instead found his tongue tracing over the smooth scales, a slight sweetness spreading over his tongue. The thief couldn't help it, whatever it was tasted so good. He had to keep licking, gently, almost affectionately lapping at the dragon's neck. Milon both heard and felt the dragon's contented purr. The sound made Milon feel good, happy, glad that his actions pleased his master. Eek! No, no, no! Those weren't his thoughts! The human began panicking, his mind suddenly filled with strange urges, desires, and messages that were definitely not his own. He wanted to escape, to run, to flee. But also a part of him wanted to stay here, held in his lover's warm, powerful embrace, licking the sexy dragon's neck. Nurgh! Not sexy! Not sexy at all! Gross, repulsive, monstrous! A terrible, horrible, controlling, dominant, vibrant, smooth, powerful, attractive male that made Milon's loins ache just thinking about him. The human clenched his eyes shut, trying to shoo away those strange errant thoughts. He immediately regretted closing his eyes, as he found his mind providing fantasy images of the gorgeous dragon. The wine red male pressing up against Milon's back, his massive prick sliding effortlessly into Milon, providing him with such delightful pleasure, making him moan and squeal with delight. Feeling rather betrayed by his imagination, Milon opened his eyes again. Gods, the very thought of being plowed into again by the dragon had turned him on. Milon's erection felt a little uncomfortable pressing up from between his legs, against the dragon's belly as it was. If he could just reach his member with one hand, he could slip it upwards, into a less strained position. He risked waking the dragon by shifting a bit to give him enough room to do it... There! Milon sighed with relief, pressing his hips forward again, pressing up against the dragon as he had been before. His sigh became a soft moan as the head of his cock rubbed against Jaylin's belly scales. The male's scent and taste were turning him on so much, Milon wanted to bite his tongue to stop himself from licking, but his jaws wouldn't respond to his will. Okay, just this once. The dragon wouldn't know. If Jaylin woke uo and discovered the wetness, Milon could just blame it on a wet dream. After all, how could he not have sweet, sexy dreams snuggled up as he was with a beautiful male? Argh! His hand still around his cock, Milon began to jerk off, his motions slow and gentle, not wanting to awaken the dragonkin. His other arm was wrapped around the dragon's body, under the shoulder, his hand just below Jaylin's wing. The human found himself hugging the dragon, lapping at the dragon's neck with his long, blue tongue. That gave Milon pause. He froze, tongue extended at full lick. He could see it, several inches longer than it was supposed to be, a definitely light blue color, tapering down and then forking at the tip. It was most definitely not a human tongue. Milon began to panic, pulling back from Jaylin's grip, allowing the human to look down at his body. His purple skinned body. Milon whimpered softly and began to squirm, wanting to escape the dragon's grip, no longer caring about waking his master. Urrrrgh! Those weird thoughts again! The human's squirming awoke Jaylin, who released his pet and yawned. Milon took the opportunity to scamper away, but for some reason he found he couldn't make himself go any further than the edge of the bed. The human looked down at his body with wide eyes. His skin had changed colors, most of it a shade of lilac turning to blue-gray on his chest, belly, and thighs. His nails were longer, pointed, the same bright blue shade as his tongue. And his cock was bigger, but it was also that shade of bright blue, while his balls were blue-gray. "Is my new pet excited by the first changes of her body?" Jaylin purred. "Y-y-yes Master." Milon found her... HIM... himself saying, blushing and looking down at the bed. And her... his erection. "Do you have something to say to me, pet?" the dragon asked, head cocked, a smirk on his face. "Milon is a male, Master." "Milon may be a male, but you're not Milon any more. Isn't that right, Milana?" the wine red dragon cooed. "Y-yes, Master." Milana found herself saying. Him! Himself! The spellbound human gripped his head in his hands, "No! I'm a guy! I'm a man!" "Don't you just get all weak in the knees at the thought of spreading your legs for me, pet?" Jaylin teased, beginning to crawl towards his pet. "N-n-no." Milon said through clenched teeth. His cock spasmed at the thought, a dribbling of precum dripping down the length. "Your mouth fills with saliva at the very thought of sucking me off, doesn't it?" the dragon continued, crawling forward. Milon shook his head, ignoring the increase of wetness in his mouth. "Would a male's body react like this?" Jaylin purred, right next to Milon, his long tongue drawn over the human's nipples. Milon moaned loudly at the touch, which sent a pleasured shiver through his body, sending another drip of pre oozing down his cock. "Mmm... they're only slight swellings now, but soon they'll be beautiful, plentiful breasts. Breasts a female can be proud of. Breasts made even larger from the wing muscles of a dragon. You're not a human, not a male. You're a dragon. A little, horny, female, slut of a dragon. A dragon eager to please her male." Jaylin continued. Tears leaked from Milon's eyes as he tried to prevent himself from answering the dragon, to keep his body from responding the way a female's would. "A male wouldn't be driven to near climax at the thought of having, fat, milk filled breasts, and a round belly full of eggs." Milon couldn't help it. The image leaped into his mind, a small, winged dragon with large, milk filled breasts, a gravid belly, sucking on Jaylin's cock, her own tail pistoning in and out of her cunt, no cock in sight. The human moaned and arched his back, his traitorous body climaxing from the mental image, each jet of seed proclaiming that Milon was in fact Milana, a slutty, female dragon. He bit his lip, looking up at the dragon with all the will power he could summon. "I'm Milon. I'm not a female!" Jaylin eyed the white puddle on the bed and chuckled, "As you wish, Milana, if such fantasies make you happy." the dragon said with a twinkle in his eye. "Now, clean up your mess. When you're done you can come out into the den for breakfast." the dragon said with a laugh. "Yes, Master." Milon said weakly, unable to keep his mind from erotic thoughts as he watched his master leave, his sexy tail swaying back and forth as he walked. Milon dropped down and began to lap up the mess, trying to convince himself that he really didn't enjoy the taste of semen. -o- The human walked out into the den, his lavender skin turned a deep purple in a shameful blush. He could smell Jaylin's scent on his body. It made him feel so horny. He was completely hard again, less than a minute from his previous climax. The dragon was seated on a pile of furs, noisily ripping and tearing meat from the haunch of some large herbivore, unidentifiable due to the charring the dragon's fire had left upon in. Jaylin pointed to a place on the floor in front of him. Milon found his body responding without his consent, moving him quickly to the place indicated. A spot on the floor between the dragon's legs. The dragon's erection nearly filled the human's vision. Jaylin stroked his shaft and smiled down at his pet. "Here's your breakfast, Milana, but you'll have to work for it. My seed will be all the nourishment you'll receive from me until you stop playing this silly game about being a male. Now, be a good girl and eat your breakfast." Milon struggled mightily with the conflicting urges. He didn't want to suck the dragon's cock, it wasn't something that males did. It would also likely have the effect of turning him further into a dragon. But the warmth... the sweetness... the hot, thick seed that would make his belly feel so wonderfully full... "No!" Milon growled, "I won't do it!" The dragon grabbed Milon by the hair and pulled him to his feet, eye to eye with the sitting dragon. "Bad girl, Milana." Jaylin scolded, a smirk on his face. Milon blushed and directed his eyes downward, he couldn't help but feel ashamed at disobeying his master. "I'm afraid I'll have to punish my bad little pet, reminding her that she is a female and that as a female her duty is to pleasure her male and master." Milon waited for the punishment, a slap across the face, being forced down onto all fours and mounted again, being held while the dragon jacked off onto him. But Jaylin did something even more terrible. He cast a spell and shoved Milon to the floor. The human felt the itching, burning tingle of change flowing through his body, rippling down his spine, nesting in his loins. He watched in horror as a small stub appeared at the base of his spine. It grew like a sinister, malignant tumor, growing larger in all directions, a round nodule of flesh expanding further and further until it ripped open with a heavy, wet sound. A long, slick, tapering length emerging from Milon's backside. Milon's eyes widened in horror at the sight of his new tail. "Please, no! I'll do it, Master! Please! Just make it stop! I don't want a tail!" the human whimpered. "Oh, you're going to have more than a tail, Milana. I think you'll remember to act like a female if you have a female's cunt between your legs. Wet, throbbing, aching, eager to be filled by your master." The human cried out and leaped into the dragon's lap. He licked rapidly at the dragon's manhood, his hands pumped up and down Jaylin's shaft. The dragon laughed and pushed Milon to the floor. "You had your chance to behave, you naughty girl. You're going to accept your punishment, and then you're going to be filled like a girl ought to be." the dragon said, a cruel smile on his face. Milon felt a not entirely unpleasant pulling sensation from his cock. He sat up, looking down at his member, just waiting for the first sign of it to disappear, to shrink and pull into him. Strangely it did neither of those things, in fact it appeared to be growing larger. The human watched in fascination as his bright blue cock expanded, growing larger in length, width, and girth. The skin moved and shifted, tightened on the shaft, the head flattening, spreading outward. Outward into a spade shape. The thief gasped as his new sheath formed, his dragoncock now complete. The pulling feeling between his legs continued, however. Milon dreaded what he would find as he reached behind his scrotum with one hand. He moaned loudly as his fingertips brushed against the new lips that had formed there. The touch sent a cascade of fluid out onto his hand. The thief felt something wriggle and shift inside of him. A powerful oder filled the air, one that Milon could recognize, even with his limited instincts. The smell basically screamed 'dragon bitch in heat.' He couldn't help it, he found himself rock hard at his own female scent. His male arousal was suddenly mirrored with female desire. Milon found himself on all fours, tail raised, looking back expectantly at his master. "Good girl, Milana. This is the method that you will be punished by. You will behave as is proper for a female. Failure to do so will result in my transforming you further and further into such. Now, are you going to be a good girl, Milana?" Jaylin purred. "Yes, Master." Milon said softly, tears in her eyes. Milon was a female in her own mind now, as she was in body. But she wasn't giving up yet, she would find a way to break Jaylin's control over her and escape. But all thoughts of escape quickly left Milon's mind as Jaylin mounted her, the human's new sex blossoming with new, wonderful erotic sensations. Stretched as she was, there was surprisingly little pain, save for a painful pinch at the beginning as her virginity was taken. Each thrust drove her deeper and deeper into a state of needful desire, of submissive obediace, of only wanting to please her master with her body. Milon found his conciousness quickly shoved to the side, the bundle of instincts and mental programming that was Milana coming to the forefront. She moaned and panted, eagerly partaking in the act. Milana pushed back against her master with each thrust, wanting Jaylin as deep inside of her as he could go. The dragon's cock scratched the itches of sexual desires inside of her that the new dragoness didn't even know she'd ever had as a male. The wonderful lack of control, the inability to direct the pace of their mating, the sensation of her belly warming and filling with every jet of Jaylin's precum. The explosive power of her orgasm caught Milana completely by surprise with its intensity, it was like a fire of purest pleasure burning inside her, the flames fueled by the hot torrents of dragonseed that poured from her master's body into her own. Milana roared her pleasure like a dragon, as did her master. Her sex clung to him, milking him for every drop of seed she could coax from that wonderful member. The little dragoness whimpered as her master finally pulled out of her. She saw his cruel smile and wondered what she had done wrong. Her head lowered, eyes closed, and she awaited her punishment like a good girl. The dragon touched her head with his hand, and Milana found herself no longer existing. Milon yelped, eyes wide. She back away from the dragon, horrified. Her eyes filled with tears and she began to cry. Jaylin scooped her up and held her tightly against his chest. Milon snuggled up against his master, feeling comforted by his presence and warmth. "You see, I can do that to you any time I want, force you to be my perfectly obedient little female, but that's not what I want. I want a beautiful, affectionate, loyal, obedient pet, but not one who obeys through force and fear, you understand?" the dragon purred, stroking Milon's hair. "Please, Master, don't even do that again." Milon pleaded, hugging the dragon's body tightly. Jaylin chuckled, "I won't unless you make me, pet. That is a punishment I reserve for you only if you try to run from me." "I won't." Milon promised. She knew now that she would never be able to escape Jaylin's control. Her draconic instincts would make it difficult to leave her male, and the punishment for a failed escape was far too great to risk. "Good girl." Jaylin purred as he caressed his pet. Milon clung to the dragon for a few minutes, the scale to skin contact with her male calming her, as did his pleasant scent. Her belly rumbled, reminding Milon of her hunger. "M-master, may I have breakfast now?" she asked softly. The prospect of sucking the dragon off wasn't quite as repugnant as it had been before now that Milon was truly a female. In part at least. "Of course, Milana." Jaylin purred, setting the human down on the furs next to him. Milon prepared to lean over as she had last night, kneeling over the dragon's leg, pleasuring him with her mouth and hands. To her surprise Jaylin thrust the haunch of meat he'd been gnawing on earlier into her arms. There was still a great deal left. She blinked a few times, not quite comprehending what was going on. She looked to the dragon, who smiled down at her. "You didn't really think I was going to make you subsist only on my seed, did you? Tasty and filling though it may be, it's no substitute for roast deer." Milon smiled as she began to eat, suddenly feeling ravenous. She purred softly as Jaylin reached down and patted her on the head. "Eat your fill, Milana. I'm going out to patrol and hunt. Don't stray too far from the cave, there are several dangerous creatures about that I would prefer you not run across. Also feel free to explore my true hoard." the dragon said with a grin, "After all, it's what you originally came here for." "True hoard?" Milon asked through a mouthful of meat. "Mmmhmm. There's a portal below the center treasure chest. You didn't really think that a powerful dragon such as myself had such a small stash of riches did you?" Milon shook her head. She felt a little honored that Jaylin trusted her with his treasures. "Also feel free to pick out any clothes that strike your fancy." The human's eyes widened at that, "Clothes, Master?" The dragon laughed, "Of course, my dear. I'm not going to demand you run around naked and freeze your tail off. Especially as lacking in scales as you are. Dress however you like." Milon blushed deeply as her male leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head. "Thank you, Master." she said with a large smile. "You're welcome, little one." Jaylin purred in reply. -o-

Ever since the “protein” shake, things had never been the same. Spikes was always going to grow up into a big, buff, hunky Rena, but that extra boost he was given had completely ruined any chance of that transformation remaining within the realm of the reasonable, especially after Tim lost control of the Digivice and it somehow ended up within Spikes’ grasp. It was anyone’s guess just where the Renamon was going to take himself, but considering he was already too big to fit onto a couch without breaking it (something they both knew from personal experience), it wasn’t too much of a stretch to assume he’d become too large for regular housing. Indeed, Spikes wasted absolutely no time in making it known that he wanted to start growing at a faster rate than he ever had before, and the first thing he did towards that end was modifying the parameters so that his compressor field itself was warped. Being a creature of pure data made it easy for him to fiddle with the variables in a way that “true” organics could only ever dream of, especially since he had direct access to the device built specifically for that purpose. While at first he insisted that he was only going to make the download rate slightly higher, it didn’t take long before multipliers were involved; the compression was designed to keep him at one tenth of his full size, but there was nothing stopping him from adding a zero to the end of that… and then working through recursion in order to “fix” it by increasing his visible proportions so that they would, indeed, be a tenth of his supposed compressed volume; the house didn’t last a lot of time after he realized he could abuse mathematics that hard. At least Spikes had the decency to give the both of them some time before finally going off the deep end by stacking exponentials of ten, even if he strained the idea of “fitting” into their house to its very limit before finally making it utterly meaningless. It used to be that a good day was one where they only had to go through the process of hearing his body creak and expand a few inches once; this number was slowly amended to make way for the increasing necessity of “adjustments” to fit with his exponentially increasing growth rate, until the groaning of his bulking body became something they just learned to deal with every living second of their lives. It was still slow enough, for a certain definition of the word, that they could envision him lasting for a couple of weeks before having to find new housing accommodations; besides, Spikes had taken to being outdoors a lot more often than he used to, partly because of the issue with space, mostly thanks to him developing a growing love for showing himself off. And how couldn’t he, given what he looked like? Even before kickstarting his immense ascension to unbelievable scales, the Renamon’s body was one that lesser mortals would kill for, and thanks to their inherent nature, was about as natural as one could ever hope for. No need for chemicals or ridiculous interventions, just the adjustment of variables and time spent to download the amount of data required to turn him into a miniaturized colossus. Tim still remembered when the two of them were the same height; the day that the lynx could stand on the tip of their toes and still barely reach Spikes’ pecs was the same day that they lost control over the situation, being far too enamored with their roommate’s continuous growth to even so much as have the capacity for wanting to stop it. All it took was the Renamon taking a step closer to them in order to block the sun with their body and all the fight left the cat’s body, leaving him little more than putty in Spikes’ hands, something Spikes himself wasn’t afraid to exploit for all it was worth. Hence, the protein shake. Under normal circumstances, Tim would never go so far as to do something that depraved, which coming from them was one hell of an indictment; considering the things he had done to Spikes himself, the feline refusing to do anything at all on the grounds that it would be “too much” would’ve been a warning and a half for anyone who paid the slightest amount of attention. But Tim was too far gone by that point, too lost in the adoration of every rock-hard muscle and skin-tightening vein, too much in love with every oversized inch of their lover; Spikes could’ve asked them to bring them the moon and the cat would’ve found some way to do it. By comparison, producing an extra-large protein shake with “organically-sourced protein” didn’t seem like that much of a demand, even when one considered the effects that it could have. The Renamon was all-too aware of what he was going to do to himself, having been on the receiving end of those kinds of “drinks” in the past. For whatever reason, his body reacted quite poorly when it was forced to deal with his partner’s spunk, and by “poorly” one should read “explosively”; it wouldn’t be the first time the two had to readjust his body via his Digivice after a bed or three were broken, or when a wall was torn down thanks to an unforeseen growth spurt, so the idea of him consuming an entire shake made entirely out of that substance had always been a lingering thought at the back of their minds. Tim insisted such a thing was madness; whatever happened to Spikes’ body would no doubt be so massive in scale that returning him to normal wouldn’t even be possible, not to mention the damage done to their house, their neighbours’ houses, and the entire neighborhood to go with it. The Rena, his own mind awash with the constant flood of endorphins that came from having a body like his, could not care less; he demanded the shake be made, for he wanted to experience perfection incarnate. Not that he wasn’t already such a thing; the effects of the growth on him hadn’t just left him a towering pillar of beef, adorned with what had to be the biggest package he’d ever seen, but had gone ahead and shuffled his brain around so much that he barely even recognized himself. Not that this was a bad thing; he much enjoyed his new sense of confidence, being far more confident and willing to show off his power and abilities than his old, puny self had ever been. He remembered he would once shy away from people trying to complement his body, much less trying to get a handful of it themselves, but the very thought of that felt downright unnatural now that he sported a physique that few could ever hope to approach, let alone match; even with other hypers running around, very few, if any, had the ability to sculpt their body as perfectly as he had his, giving him a distinct advantage when it came to flaunting his stuff. He often had to be reminded that some things were still out of bounds even for him, hence why the only piece of clothing he ever wore were a pair of boxer briefs with a secondary compressor field installed; without them, he’d be leaving a trail of destruction where he went, with his nuts being heavy enough to not only sink into whatever surface they lay on, but full to the point where they’d drag whatever was in front of them along with each of the Rena’s steps. This didn’t go unnoticed by Spikes himself, who preferred not to have to deal with that kind of discomfort whenever he wanted to move from point A to point B, even if he was more than happy to let go of his restrictions when he was at home; after all, why limit himself when his cock, while completely flaccid, was still as long as his torso and hard enough that he could give it a great big hug and stuff his face into his tip? All of this and more used to be a pipe dream for him, but was now his baseline reality, and all thanks to that lynx messing around with his Digivice’s electronics and software. While initially it had been done to give him improved stamina for when they adjourned to their bedrooms, it was quickly readjusted to fit far lewder goals; the Rena was already big enough to pick Tim up with two fingers by the time he drank the special protein shake, so anything else was little more than a stepping stone to what he very much assumed was the logical conclusion for his ascension. It was a term he took to using whenever no one was around, but had become more comfortable with employing around the lynx, mostly because it was entirely appropriate for what was going on with him: siphoning data from his home reality, the Renamon was quickly becoming something akin to a minor god, packing so much power and energy into his body that anyone attempting to fight him for his position would be rapidly reminded of just where they stood in the chain, a thought that warmed Spikes so much that he should really be concerned about it. Instead, he chose to further indulge this line of thinking; not only that, but bring it to where it should logically go, and lead with the assumption that, if he could become a minor deity like that, then surely he could just keep going and turn that “minor” upside down. There was nothing stopping him from just making the data transfer keep going forever, or at least until his homeworld ran out of juice to give him; the end result was as obvious as his lust for growth, hence why he chose to go with abusing multipliers and exponentials rather than simply upping the rate of expansion and waiting for it to catch up with his dream size goals. The lynx was technically no longer needed, but they had been the ones to start the whole thing… plus, Spikes had the biggest soft spot for that furball, if not outright love to some degree, so the idea of not bringing them along was simply inconceivable. He thus made sure to keep the lynx held tightly against his body somewhere where they wouldn’t be hurt by the inevitable debris, before making the first “zero adjustment”. By setting his visible size to one hundredth of his real one, then readjusting it so it fit with the previous one-to-ten ratio, their housing issues became a thing of the past by virtue of there simply not being a house anymore. The splinters flew off in every direction, ending up so far away from where the walls once stood that some folks had to actively dodge bits of plaster and wood falling at near-terminal velocities… before stopping in their tracks once they saw just what, or in this case who, had caused such a thing to happen. Spikes quite enjoyed this new freedom, brought on by the liberation that only outgrowing his home could provide. It had never been a dream of his, not until he began bulking out, but now that he saw how good it felt, he was almost disappointed he hadn’t spent several years waiting for it to happen; surely, it would’ve made the experience even more delicious than it already was. He got to appreciate his new perspective for a while before doing anything else, and found that, from where he stood (or sat, to be more precise), earthly concerns seemed… inconsequential. Everyone around him was so tiny that he couldn’t even fathom why anyone would bother doing anything but worship his own body, to the point where the Rena felt genuinely insulted that people weren’t dropping everything and anything they were doing just to make sure he was receiving the adulation he rightfully deserved. Such thoughts were transitory, though; it would be unbefitting of a gracious god such as himself to be irritated at such petty concerns, especially when the little ones around him had been given so little time to get used to his presence. That was easily fixed. The increase in size also played into his growth rate, given that it was conditional and based on however large he happened to be at any one given time; this meant that while the initial burst had destroyed his former house and made him large enough to occupy most of the property, the time it took for Spikes to get used to his new viewpoint allowed his body to start invading their neighbors’ lawns; not that the Rena particularly cared, given that the world was now his by right, but it was a useful means of gauging how fast he was growing nonetheless. With the lynx kept safe and firmly glued to him somewhere inside of his neck fluff, it was time for his attention to turn outward, towards the world that he would soon be presiding over. Already he could see a few people walking towards him, some even leaving their cars in the middle of the road just to approach the mountain of Rena beef, as if wondering if it was, indeed, real; a minority was possessed of enough courage to go so far as to touch him, a gesture that he replied to by granting a few, mercifully soft headpats to whoever got close enough, taking care not to smush anyone with a careless misapplication of his power. But this wasn’t enough; not nearly enough. He was bigger than his house and had already established himself as being there to stay, but he could still see buildings off in the distance that were taller than he was, and what sort of god was outmatched by mere architecture? He scoffed at this notion, grabbing the Digivice… only to then realize he had made a mistake as massive as he was going to be. The tiny controller had remained the same size as it always was, meaning his colossal fingers were now unable to hold onto it without either flattening it into an electronic pancake or just turning it to dust outright; even if he somehow succeeded in grabbing the miniature object, how was he supposed to use it when even the tips of his claws were larger than the monitor? Thankfully for him, the lynx was there to make sure their partner’s ascension kept going without any hitch in either of their plans; if Spikes couldn’t do it, then it fell to their consort, who deliberately chose not to grow themselves out purely so they could appreciate what it felt like to be the tiny, insignificant speck for once. All in all, it was pretty good, though they were certain they’d grow tired of it once the size difference became so much that they’d have to measure the degrees of separation with several zeroes as well. For the time being, however, the next stage in the Rena’s transformation was upon them, and to that end, there was nothing more appropriate than just abusing the compressed and uncompressed sizes again, stacking another exponential onto the previous one. The resulting explosion of mass was so grand that it effectively removed their neighborhood from the face of the map, a cloud of debris and dust being kicked up once every house was reduced to little more than pieces of rubble underneath the Rena’s feet. It was quite fortunate that most of everyone was off working somewhere else that day, otherwise they might’ve had to wonder about how many casualties there had been; not that Spikes wouldn’t be able to fix that (or at least thought he was capable of such), but it’d be such a bother that he preferred it not be a thing in the first place. Still, he looked good at those sizes, so much so that the first thing he did was flex. Not to anyone in particular, just so he himself could admire as his skin rippled and his veins bulged out, the soft layer of fur on him not nearly enough to hide the mass of muscles-stacked-upon-muscles that he had just gained. There were still a few buildings in the distance that were as tall or just slightly taller than him, but they were no longer bigger; the Rena’s shoulders were about as far apart from one another as his head was from his feet, making for a massive, hulking frame that shone brightly underneath the sun. He attempted a step, only to crack the ground and sink into it, a water main bursting between two toes and spraying his leg with cold water. He barely felt it, even when he retracted his foot and brought a few tons of asphalt and concrete up with it, showering the ground underneath him… right before he tried to step towards the city again and ended up repeating the feat. Spikes sighed, for once feeling ever-so-slightly annoyed at himself; if this was how things were going to be, then he was going to have to invest in some way he could fly or float, because having to heave his legs from the ground every time he wanted to move did not sound like a fun time. It still wasn’t enough to deter supplicants from trying to get his attention, a large crowd gathering around him comprised mostly of people who happened to be close by; their voices could barely be heard, and yet the Rena knew exactly what they wanted, though whether that was some sort of divine sixth-sense or just basic understanding how libidos worked he didn’t really know for sure. Whatever the case, he was more than happy to stand still for the time being, giving his worshippers full access to whatever part of his body they could scale; not much, but certainly enough to drive a few lesser ones to near-madness from exposure to such wanton perfection. Sadly, things weren’t meant to stay that way for too long; such an increase in size meant his passive growth was increased by a similar factor as well, straining the fabric of reality by way of the connection to his home dimension being flooded with such a colossal amount of data that everyone on both sides began to felt it. It was merely mild discomfort at first, the hair on the back of one’s neck or the fur on one’s body standing on end, as if electricity had suddenly permeated every inch of space in the air. Like an incoming storm, everyone knew something terrible was headed their way… but how wrong they were. It would be magnificent, sublime, the affirmation of true power. As far as Spikes himself cared, what he had in store for everyone was nothing short of absolute, true glory, a god granting to his followers the privilege of gazing upon his form. So what if he had to destabilize existence itself just to become that large? Sacrifices had to be made in order for progress to happen, and if that meant draining everything and everyone of their energy before he put them back in, then that’s just something that had to happen! Still, moving around was something he quite enjoyed doing, so the Rena politely asked Tim to please make it so that his body wouldn’t be punching holes into the ground by virtue of trying to take a single step. It took a bit for the lynx, lust-addled as they were, to even begin to understand what was being asked of them, taking far longer to accomplish the task than would be normal even after the message got through. This was exactly the kind of reaction Spikes expected of people, the complete inability to think when exposed to the sight of his bulbous frame shimmering underneath the light of the sun. Once he’d grown big enough to blot it out he’d need to find something else to help accentuate those curves of his, but those were concerns for later; now he had to feel himself becoming even larger, and show others what they were missing. Some complicated fiddling with density later and Tim informed their titanic lover that he was good to go; Spikes resolved to reward this with a smooch to the forehead, which unfortunately left the feline so utterly drenched that they practically became stuck to the neckfluff they were riding on. Not that they complained about it, but it still made for a rather awkward realization that the two of them would never be able to exchange an intimate moment like they used to ever again; the price of progress, really. At least what Spikes got out of it was more than enough to make up for the lack of a warm, purring kitten throwing their arms around him, because now he could present himself to the city and demand they do with him as they might. He had no doubt that the general response from just about everyone would be complete and total adoration; even those too simple or close-minded to consider surrendering themselves to him would be taken in by the crowd as they tried to fight against it. At that point, attempting to deny his divinity would be akin to swimming against a current: possible, but ultimately fruitless. He had to be extremely careful not to knock down many of the buildings in his way, even going so far as to tiptoe around a few properties just so the trail of destruction he was leaving behind him wouldn’t become even more pronounced. It wasn’t even his bulk doing most of the damage, but the package he bore between his colossal legs; not only did the Rena have to constantly push his cock away from his face, lest it bump against it and very nearly drown Tim in precum alone, but the size of those nuts he was carrying around were somewhere along the line of the utterly ridiculous. They swung dangerously close to the ground, stuffed and stretched, their forms squishing against the insides of his thighs and making any kind of walking be a lot harder than it should be; the noise as well, highly indicative of the kind of insane productivity that was going on inside of them, was enough to make even Spikes start to blush! It wasn’t in any way surprising that he was leaking as hard as he was; hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if most of the growth he was experiencing down there came mostly from his inability to properly vent everything he was making, if that was even possible. Regardless, the city was right next to him and it only took about five minutes of very careful treading for him to stand next to the outlying set of apartment blocks and offices. The roads were packed with cars, halted by virtue of their drivers being desperate to get out, a few to run away, most to sprint as close to the Rena as possible. Most everyone he saw and that saw him had the same reaction: drop anything they were doing and try to climb onto his body. Spikes would’ve preferred if an impromptu procession formed, trailing behind him and inviting more and more supplicants to join, but he guessed that, absent any kind of grandiose display like that, then having the entire population of the metropolitan area try to find a place aboard his form was a good runner-up. Besides, it was all a meaningless endeavour; the second any of them got close enough to make any sort of progress, he’d already have grown so much that the climbers might as well be on the ground. Not that this stopped any of them; if anything, it only seemed to egg them on further! Spikes could see and feel every eye being laid on him, from the lowliest clerk to the highest oligarch, his body already having become enough of a giant piece of art to be haloed by the sun behind him, casting a long, wide shadow upon the city. Anyone who bothered to look up would see not sky, but several hundred feet of Rena-beef, standing proud and watching as the little ones around him scurried to try and comprehend what they were experiencing. Was it any wonder, then, that the streets were instantly blocked by masses of vehicles, all dead in the water as their owners or passengers rushed out, eager beyond their ability to describe it to find some place to worship their new god from close by? Tim started the whole thing and even they were already lost to the allure of their new supreme being; even if Spikes couldn’t quite tell what it was the lynx was doing (they were so tiny!), he could be certain they were having plenty of fun with the amount of fluids going down onto the titanic Renamon’s neck. He’d already given up trying to force his shaft away from him; not only was it starting to become painful, but the idea of not constantly pleasuring that thing started to sound tantamount to heresy even in his mind. After all, no one else in existence would ever be big enough to handle it properly, leaving him and him alone to pick up and carry the burden. Sadly, this had the rather unfortunate side effect of causing a lot of flooding to fall upon just about everything and everywhere that happened to be in front of him; his stamina may have been increased to levels as absurd as his bulk, but so too did the amount of cum inside of him, therefore making it quite easy for him to release so much of it that gallons alone were no longer enough to quantify just how much he was pouring out. Olympic swimming pools, perhaps, were the only unit of measurement that could adequately describe the utter flood bursting out from his tip, and even then he’d have to resort to some rather inflated numbers just to make sense of it all. Every building he saw was coated in his thick seed, creamy white covering every surface he laid his eyes on, the streets serving as little more than canals for his ejaculate, with waves and currents forming as his juices tried to occupy as much room as they could. Down below, caught in the sudden storm of fluids, countless tiny ones struggled to keep themselves afloat, many failing and falling into the thickening mess, only to reemerge far past where they were meant to be. None would even so much as have a scratch on them; Spikes would see to that personally. The goal of his coating the whole city was less to relieve some of the infernal pressure he was feeling inside of himself, and more an act of affirming his superiority. It wasn’t enough to be massive anymore, he had to show off, he had to tell the world that everything was his and his by right. Completely covering an entire metropolitan area and its associated suburbs with his spunk seemed like as good of an idea as anything else, especially when he was still growing fast enough that, by the time he was “done”, his body already massively outsized anything built by mortal hands. If he took a step forward, nothing would remain in his wake; if it wasn’t his legs and feet destroying everything, then his nuts would drag whatever was there down below them and flatten it completely. This didn’t mean he wasn’t still holding onto his cock, which by that point had grown longer than his torso and about half as wide (impressive, all things considered); his love for that part of him only grew as much as it itself did, and the Rena would soon find himself unable to even let go, much less consider the possibility of halting his ministrations. All of this conspired to make him almost forget the whole point of his ascension, and Spikes found himself just about ready to fall backwards and quite possibly collapse the crust all the way to the mantle just so he could focus entirely on servicing his shaft the way it was supposed to be; it felt downright criminal to only give it two hands and not also a pair of legs, while his feet worked the balls, but that was just how things were meant to be. Sacrifices were supposed to be made for the sake of progress, and that was just going to have to be one of them. Besides, he had other things he could do to make up for it; the lynx was still there and the Digivice was, while not intact, still perfectly functional. All Spikes had to do was order the feline to perform another zero adjustment and he would be on the way to achieving the next form of his transformation into the new ruler of that reality. True to their nature, Tim was completely gone. Their mind was still technically there, but it was mostly a caged slave to their body, ruled entirely by hormones and sexual desire, left to rot in some forgotten corner of their brain while their muscles instead took over. The Rena could just barely feel it, the shapeshifter having given themselves some extra size just so they could hump Spikes’ body and be felt; it was almost adorable, in that it was mostly just inconvenient. The giant colossus had need for the feline’s ability to input numbers onto an electronic device, and now what he had instead was a hyper-sexualized furball who could barely put two and two together. He ordered Tim to listen, to return to normal, but to no avail; the cat was just not going to come back to normal. Not ever again. This left Spikes with only one solution, one that even he didn’t quite like thanks to how dangerous it was. The Digivice was still there, and if need be, he could hotlink himself to it, allowing him to perform any kind of changes he needed on the fly and without the need for a third party. It was, in essence, the best possible option for anyone who wanted full control, but it did carry with it a non-zero chance of him losing that control right after trying to exercise it; after all, being made fully aware that he could control his growth, enough that he could will himself immeasurably larger just by wanting it, was sure to have a negative impact on his ability to retain his consciousness in any measurable, appreciable form… so why was he not doing that already? Honestly, the more he thought about it the more Spikes began to wonder why he hadn’t taken the steps required to get that done in the first place; could’ve avoided the whole issue of needing to rely on Tim for his own growth spurts and just made himself as big as necessary whenever he wanted to. Perhaps it was that last part of him that refused to give in to its own divinity, that preached caution and safety rather than reckless abandon, the last chunk of his mortal mind that yet clung to a simpler, less exotic form of existence. The Renamon got rid of it the second he located where it was hiding, bringing it forth into the glorious light of his own being and letting it boil away, leaving nothing but the certainty in his own perfection and the insatiable desire to become more. And what was best, now that he had a direct connection to the device allowing the data transfer to take place, there was really nothing stopping him from just turning it up to eleven and breaking the “OFF” switch away. So that’s exactly what he did. Another zero adjustment went by and immediately things stopped making any sense. The city, which had once been the perfect landscape of white and musk, had vanished, replaced by the curvature of the planet. The sky darkened, the top of his head suddenly felt a lot colder, and nothing around him had any real definition anymore. He could sort of make out where the cities were, if he bothered to look down; seeing as his head was buried in his neckbulk, doing so would require such a complicated set of acrobatics that it would most likely end up in him tripping over and cracking the planet in half. Moving around wasn’t really possible either, given that not only was he so wide that air resistance hurt him, any kind of shift in his weight would upset the precarious balance that kept him from sinking several miles into the ground. Anyone on that side of the planet that bothered to look up, or even so much as glanced at the sky, would be blessed by the sight of so much Rena-hunk that they would most likely fall to their knees in supplication, wailing at the realization that they had just lost the last opportunity they had to reach their godlike hunk before he left them permanently… for that was what had to happen. It took until the Earth started to feel cramped for Spikes to realize that a planet-bound existence just didn’t suit him in the slightest. Again, the Digivice was still there, thus nothing was stopping him from just continuing to run zero adjustments until the cows came home and the universe itself popped while trying to contain him; plus, at the size he was at, he was already gaining miles whenever he wasn’t looking, carving long trails onto the crust and threatening to throw the whole planet into disarray. It thus stood to reason that, if the globe was just too small for him, then he had to leave; and seeing as how all he had to do was hop and be in orbit, that’s exactly what he did. It almost felt like there was no difference at all, the gravitational pull at those scales turning into something more of a background process than a constant fact of life. One moment he had his feet on the cracked ground, the next he was a permanent fixture in low orbit, as one was. He delighted in seeing his shape outlined against the surface in the form of his shadow, giving him a perfect view of just how unbelievably swollen his frame had become. Spikes could barely even move at all at that stage; his arms were so bulky that any attempt at moving them around resulted in them rubbing up against his equally-massive torso, leading to an incomprehensibly-powerful surge of sensations to fire up his spine and into his brain. This was not helped by how much of his field of view was filled by either his pectorals or his neck, with his head being sunken in a valley of titanic proportions. He had truly become perfect, or at least as perfect as he could’ve ever imagined himself being; the lynx seemed to think so too, as they’d finally let go of their own limitations and began to grow themselves out to meet their lover’s size. Not that they’d ever reach it, of course. Spikes knew things were just getting started. He thought that being as big as the planet (or bigger now, given the rate of his growth and how quickly it was accelerating) would be enough, that it would satisfy his need for size. He thought that it would be… sufficient. But it wasn’t. Not only wasn’t it enough, but now that he had it he understood that it never would have been enough; perfection was not something one could attain, but rather a goal to be achieved and perpetually surpassed. A state that was transitory by nature, since when one becomes perfect, then clearly there’s still room for improvement. This made about as much sense to him as anything else that happened that day. And the Digivice was still there, so...

(MtFtH TF Horse, Pregnancy) Michail was living on a ranch with his girlfriend Andrea, who is a horse breeder, their relationship was going well. It was early spring so the horses were spending more time outside now, and Michail had been around them enough that Andrea trusted him to look after them while she went into town to be with her friends more- something she could rarely do without someone to tend the horses for her in the meantime. What Michail did not mention to her though is he missed trading places in the bedroom. Michail was bisexual, and while the sex with Andrea was fine, he also wished he could be the bottom sometimes. He couldn't bring himself to ask her if she could wear a strap on. Which to be fair, was entirely his own fault for not asking. The other problem was how he had mentioned how seeing the horses having a good time turned him on. Andrea agreed, but in a way that told him she still felt differently. He was literally jealous of the horses. The mares getting slammed by a powerful huge stallion, and the studs getting to ram their giant cocks into those big muscular rumps. Horses were good looking animals, and now Michail was on a ranch full of horses who make their living having sex. He always liked horses, but when he came to the ranch and actually started to live next to them it became a bit of an obsession. Since Andrea was spending more time with her friends in the city thanks to him, he started to hatch a plan. Michail gathered some simple transformative magic trinkets and kept them hidden from Andrea. The simple magic kit allowed a person to mark something as a secondary form to transform into. So say you touched it to a dog- the crystal would then be able to turn you back and forth to the exact form of the dog you touched, three times before it ran out of power and crumbled. For legal reasons, the crystal was already prescripted to be unusable on humans- identity theft was not one of its intended purposes. Michail planned to touch the crystal to one of the mares, giving him their form which would then let him attract one of the stallions to ride! Theoretically he could just lure a stud to mount him using a vial of mare pheromones, but as a normal human he was just as likely to have his guts rammed out his throat as he was to successfully have sex. These were not lithe race horses, they are titanic work horses. The kind you strap a sled to, to let them drag 12 fully grown adults around on solo. The bigger and less flexible the animal, the bigger its bits need to be. Michail found the perfect chance when Andrea asked if it would be ok if she went with her friend out of town to visit her relatives and he absolutely agreed. Because she was gone overnight, Michail bolstered his nerve with a few stiff drinks and used the crystal on a mare. He was too drunk to even remember which mare he chose, but when he used it the crystal's form made a high pitched grinding sound and several bits shattered off and crumbled away, quickly turning it into a mini crystal horse totem. Some people keep multiple crystals, so they need to change their shape at least a bit so you don't mix them up. Because Michail was drunk his memories of the night were a blur, remembering mostly just feelings. His crotch and taint felt like they were being drawn in, his ass cheeks and thigh muscles ballooning out. His hands and feet hardening as his legs and arms grew longer and stronger. The stallion ended up mounting him before he had fully transformed- but at least his hips were mostly horse at the time. Every thrust felt like it was stuffing his torso bigger and rounder. The horse sounds escaped his mouth in bursts like a sneeze you can't hold back, and caused his neck and face to stretch out more with each sound. He woke up the next morning, confused and hungover. He was... on the grass? But naked? He went to get up and realised he could not open his hand. He quickly seen it was a hoof and hazily remembered what he did the night before now! She stood up awkwardly, still not used to horse limbs and looked around for the totem. If she dropped it just anywhere a horse could step on it and then she would be trapped in the body of a horse! Michail quickly spotted it in a taller grass patch and trotted over to it. A horse's eyes are very good at tracking back and forth- that is why their pupils are horizontal. That way a horse can still see and focus on things even when running very quickly. Michail tapped the totem with her hoof and fell on his face as a human man again. His horse form exploded into colored mist, and since the limbs are so much shorter he slammed down onto the ground. He picked up the totem and scurried back to the house, since he was naked in the field and had no idea what time it was, and Andrea was coming home today. While the booze helped him get on with it, Michail was regretting drinking so much because his memory of it was so foggy, but he remembered enough to know it was amazing. Andrea remained in the dark that it had ever happened, and Michail was satisfied with his right good pounding to not feel the need again, at least for a while. He was tempted to go again sober, and he did still have two round trips thanks to the totem. It was hard finding a time that was right though- Andrea did not go out that long very often at all, and it would seem weird for him to actively try to get rid of her for a day or more. The other thing is he wanted to at least try to spread it out. The crystal could only be used twice more, and they were pretty expensive, it wasn't like he could just grab a new one whenever he felt like it- he would be broke real fast. After two weeks it was the lack of an opening alone that prevented him- the temptation was very strong. He found himself spacing out every now and then looking at a stallion flagging a mare. The huge mottled pillar of hot throbbing meat dangling under him like a pendulum. The flared mushroom head and the projected urethral opening like an open hand offering a dollop of pre. Because he was always facing the horses when he spaced out, Andrea and Michail himself never noticed his pupils stretch horizontally when it happens, then snap back to circular when his attention returned. When they originally got together, their taste in food would sometimes clash because Andrea always tried to eat healthier, and Michail was big on meat and heartier dishes. Now though he quickly seemed to be converting, taking a lot less meat. When Andrea questioned it, he just said he felt like eating healthier- blaming her dishes for inticing him. After two months though he started to eat a ton. He said that the vegetarian meal was not as filling even though it was delicious. While that was true, the ammount he was eating was still a bit much. His stomach even started to round out a bit. On an all vegetarian diet, that was impressive. By late spring he was really spacing out often. One day Michail went into the barn to wash one of the stallions down. The hand that held the brush continually fell idle, while the other hand that was only meant to steady him against the horse wandered. Feeling the huge, wide contours of the stud's muscles and the heat from his body. And... the musk. Before reaching his underside with the suds, Michail bent over, breathing heavily the scent from the stallion's body. His hand wandered to the soft black sheath. He did have to check it and clean it as well- since this was a breeding stud there was many more chances of something getting caught in his sheath and potentially causing harm. He gently poked the plush skin of the opening and sunk his hand in a bit. Michail felt his body start to lean farther in on its own- not realising his legs were actually getting longer, forcing him farther forward. It was not till he heard the cracks and snaps of the bones in his feet that he realised something was wrong! The bones compacted and his toenails united and grew gargantuan blackening to hooves in his shoes, causing the ends to burst open from lack of space. His leg structure changed to that of a horse, adding extra length between ankle and hoof, forcing his legs apart to prevent rolling over forward, which caused him to stumble off the stepping stood he had been using. Michail caught his balance again, looking to the right to be face-to-face with the sheath, having stumbled under the stallion. With what little resistance and urgency he had, he tried to stand up but his head only pressed onto the hot veiny underside of the horse and immediately broke the resistance. The sheath was fatter now, the head of the delicious cock already peeking out from the touching. Michail reached forward in a daze and cupped the huge black balls gently from below, bringing his face closer to the emerging dick. The muscles locked up in his thighs, ass, and lower back causing Michail to squirm in discomfort and momentarily snap out of it. "Uh oh... not good. What... is happening?" He looked at his too big legs straining his jeans, and the hooves sticking out the ends of his broken shoes. How was this happening? He had not touched the totem in around two and a half months! Did Andrea find it and activate it? He very much doubted it, but then how? He groaned as his pants became painfully tight. The waist was yanked down and off him from his hips trying to get wider, allowing his growing tailbone room to breath as it started to grow hairs. Michail felt a pleasure pulse in his junk like last time, but only one. It felt like an orgasm but started on the surface, on both cock and balls, and surged inward, causing it all to shrink along with it. But since there was only one pulse, is only shrank a little. Jeans are not easily broken, so he was grunting hard and clawing at them desperately as the seams started to groan and yank apart. They were already far too tight to take off- breaking out of them was the only way to remove them. "Huh... oooh, whyyyaah! Hrrrr... hrreieieigh! Eieigh!" He blurted out a loud neigh and his lower half gave a powerful surge, exploding the pants off in one go! The muscles tightened and bulged, flexing on their own as his thighs and butt ballooned massively! His lower half was getting so large it was forcing him to bend completely over against the underside of the stud. When he staggered out from under him, Michail felt the cock slide off his shoulder- it had extended out to rest over his right shoulder while he was under there. He glanced at it for that reason but then his conscious thoughts started to fade a bit again. His genitals pulsed, causing him to let out a breathy humanoid nicker as his junk shrank a bit more. His ass was already gigantic with muscle, stretching so far out that it forced his hips to make loud muffled pops and expand with it. His anus already a large puffy ring. Drool was building in Michail's mouth looking at the erecting cock, now fully emerged. He wanted it so bad, but Andrea could walk in on them potentially! Oooh, but his now huge anus felt... hungry. It was so empty and needed filling. But he wasn't supposed to be changing in the first place! There was another pulse and his penis shrank again, causing him to wobble a bit as he tried to turn and leave- hoping getting away from the stud's delicious smell would stop this. The moment his puffy anus turned to the stallion he snorted loudly, spun on his rear hooves and his front legs landed on either side of Michail- freezing him in fear of being trampled. The stud thrust forward a few times quickly, prodding Michail's muscular rump for a suitable opening and when it bumped his anus, the stud quickly stepped forward and rammed in! Michail had to gasp for air a moment later because the initial thrust was so huge inside of him that it kicked the air out of his lungs! The cock was giant, but so was Michail's ass now! He had to quickly scramble to brace himself on the edge of one of the pens as the stallion only had one speed- full thrust. It was so huge... too huge. It hurt, but it felt so good. It hurt sooo good. Michail's head was so hot, it started to ache from the blood pressure. When he heard the soft quiet cracks of his skull he noticed his forehead actually get longer, slanting his entire face farther out a bit. His nostrils were getting bigger, he could take even deeper breaths of the studs smell. He could smell his musky black balls from behind him. Two more surges of pleasure and Michail's penis and balls shrank more. He had to stop! He tried his best to concentrate on human thoughts, what he should look like instead of what he was turning into. Every slam of the giant cock behind him broke his concentration utterly, causing his train of thought to never get very far. Luckily- horses are not known for their sexual stamina. At all. Not even a little. They do not last very long, and the stallion stuffed Michail full of what felt like heavy glue, before quickly dismounting. Michail rushed to the bathroom- he was so full it hurt to bend his torso. The spell did nothing to the massive amount of horse semen inside his intestines- and now that they were human again, it overfilled him greatly, and he had to get it out. Then there was the matter of explaining to Andrea why his clothes were annihilated. He managed to convince her his jeans caught on a nail and tripped him, causing them to rip fully away, but she did cock her eyebrow when he tried to pass it off as if his shoes were already pretty badly worn out and just got like that from wear and tear. She did not see why he would lie about it so she took his answer anyway. Michail was nervous for a while though- paranoid he would start changing again. The totem had not done it, which means whatever did, could still be out there. A month went by and Michail distanced himself from the situation enough to forget his worry, he seemed safe again. He was getting quite a gut going now, but he was also eating a ton so that was his own fault. After another month he started to fantasize about the stud again. The first time he was drunk, the second time in a bit of a panic, but both times were still awesome. He felt a bit hollowed out after having the stud's meat battering ram inside of him, but it felt too good during the fact to care about that. After another month Andrea was cutting him off, giving him only normal sized portions. His gut was huge now and its weight was making him slow. He was hornier than usual as well, and kept spacing out staring at the horses. Even though he was horny, he was having trouble getting it up for Andrea, and because of his huge gut it was a bit overshadowed. What they did not realise is it was actually quite a bit smaller, and weaker. One day Michail could not stand it anymore. He could not find the right opening to use his totem, so while Andrea was busy rearranging the basement and sorting things to get rid of, Michail went out to the barn to find the horniest stud there and suck him off! He had butterflies in his stomach as he charged in, looking straight to the groin of all studs present. Sure enough found one whose dick was peeking and immediately opened the pen. Michail's stomach squirmed as he grabbed the cock in his mouth, gently sucking the head and coaxing the rest of the shaft with his hands till it was fully erect and he began pistoning his head on it. From the corners of his eye he could see the studs on either side were getting erect at the sight. They would be next! It came pretty quickly and Michail swallowed it all gladly, burping after and chuckling at his cum-scented breath. He practically stumbled to the next stall and started sucking on the next one right away. His penis and balls surged in pleasure, and shrank a bit more. His gut felt tight. The second horse blasted cum down his throat as well and his stomach started to visibly get bigger! Michail felt a small kick, and his eyes went wide as he fell back off of the softening cock. Oh no. That was why the totem wasn't working properly! The first time Michail took a stallion, he was fully a mare. He got pregnant! The totem can't undo a fertilized egg, because that wasn't part of the transformation! But to have an egg he needs female parts, and to have a horse embryo, he has to be a horse. So his body and the magic were struggling against each other. The totem tried to turn him back but his pregnancy could not be undone, so horse slowly leeched back into him! Michail got to his feet, struggling a bit now that his stomach was even bigger and heavier. He felt a wave of change rippling in his body as it moved up, and the feeling got stronger as it went. In a surge down his arms, they got longer and the growth forced his fingers all together, fusing them at the bases and locking his hand in that position. His biceps grew larger and he unintentionally reared his head and let out a nicker! He had to hurry! He hustled back to the house and got through the front door before staggering and falling onto the dining room table as his legs got longer! His thighs bulked up with muscle and when he went to push himself up off the table his hands fused worse and his nails started to darken and bulk up into a pseudo hoof. Andrea looked up quizzically from downstairs hearing the movement upstairs but shrugged it off, since she had plenty of sorting to do still. Michail made his way upstairs awkwardly, leaning on the arm railing, but unable to actually grip it. He reached the bedroom and his body convulsed a bit, a precursor to another wave of changes. He moaned as a pleasure pulse caught him off guard and his genitals shrank again, now his balls had vacated the scrotum leaving it a small patch of loose skin only- his penis far too small to be functional, and even the urethra was so underdeveloped he wouldn't be able to urinate properly in this state. He bent over to get the hidden box containing the kit in the closet but as soon as he tried to bend over his spine grew much thicker and a bit longer, causing him to fall completely over onto all fours. He grunted in pain- his arms and legs were not far enough long to properly take the weight, hurting his wrists and ankles from the impact. He took out the totem, having to basically knock the box back and forth till what he needed fell out. It only had one revert charge left on it, and it was activated by his will, so if his will was extra insistent maybe he will change totally back and stay back. It did not undo the pregnancy because that wasn't part of the transformation initially- but it also wasn't part of the default form its supposed to reset him to. He touched the totem and held his pseudo hoof there- knowing the final reversion charge would vanish the moment he lets go. He focussed hard on the pregnancy and how it clearly was incorrect since he is male. He felt the magic pass through him, the changes to his body becoming saturated in mana, making them more ethereal and ready to sluff off. The magic passed back up and swirled a bit in his stomach, and his heart jumped. Wait, was it an embryo, or a fetus? How long had he been pregnant for now? A horse's gestation is nearly a full year, though. She didn't want to harm anything, especially her own little... wait, he. He is a male, even though his mate is... wait no the horse, the horse that is his... mate... no, job. It is his job to look after the horses and breed them. It is her job to breed and make more happy little horsies! He started to teeter in place, his body audibly groaning as the spell struggled to understand what he wanted. It also struggled to figure out what he was. The transformation spell was obvious, but the reversion spell did not etch what you were in the crystal, it just removes what it previously did. None of these changes were the previous spell, just a side effect of it. So the crystal was being told to turn him back to normal, and given this miss-match amalgam that doesn't biologically make sense. His thoughts got a surge of equine influence as a result of the crystal's first directive. Get rid of the pregnancy- the equine thoughts in his head now are a by-product of his mind absorbing the unborn. The crystal wasn't discarding the unborn horse, it was absorbing it into him to make them one and the same! He grunted and braced himself on all fours as his hooves started to develop further, finally becoming proper and his torso filled with pressure, trying to grow longer even as he tried to fight against it mentally. His mind kept flashing back to the other times he used the totem, and that got him thinking about the fun with the horses, and how he wanted to be a good mare and give them more young. The flash from the totem snapped him back to his senses momentarily. What happened, why did it flash? His heart tightened in dread as he realized he unintentionally used up one of the transformation charges! He told it to make him into a horse! But he was already struggling against a horse transformation! It can't make him two horses... can it? He felt a massive surge in his gut as if to answer his questions as the unborn started to grow tremendously in his misplaced womb! But its consciousness was still in his mind... it was partially merged into his body, so even if it developed how would it divide? Michail let go of the totem and placed a hoof right back on it in a panic, trying to undo the change and the totem flashed again. The totem then exploded into shimmering dust against the floor. FUCK. He only just now remembered there was no reversion charges left... he activated another transformation! He had THREE horse transformation spells on him at the same time!! Michail bent over in exertion, trying to resist the changes but it was like trying to shield yourself from a tornado with an umbrella. His stomach grew gigantic quickly, which then forced pressure on his hips that popped and expanded massively. That set off the muscle growth, giving him huge firm butt cheeks and thighs. His back legs grew first, causing him to angle himself farther and farther forward because his front legs were so comparatively short. His empty scrotum split as a vaginal passage connected to it, and remade the scrotum into the inner labia of a new vulva- the womb finally actually connected to something and wasn't free floating in his gut. Or, HER gut- it was hard to argue she was male now with a functioning vagina. Technically she still had a penis, but it was absolutely miniscule now and the scrunched up skin was equalizing between the inner labia and what would be the clitoral hood soon. The muscle bulk shifted up following the spine, expanding her back tremendously. Her rib bones vibrated a moment and two by two; cracked, expanded, and re-set. Her labia turned black as what used to be her penis throbbed into a huge clit. No sooner had the vulva finished forming than the gigantic and still growing contents of her womb start shoving its way down, causing her to groan in pain as she was stretched out. Her long tail bone flicked back and forth in agitation and with each change of direction the hair on it grew longer. As the giant object moved down it immediately became clear there was no possible way it could fit out. But when it should have stopped, her eyes went wide and her hips went wider- the hip bone snapped in half and both segments drifted off from the spine entirely! All the strength left her back legs and she was forced to do the splits- impressive given they are horse legs. The legs were no longer attached to the rest of the solid structure of her body, so while she could move them, she couldn't put any weight on them. He let out a happy nicker in automatic response to the pleasurable warm pressure on his halfway point, and ducked his head down to look between the legs. He was growing a horse udder- between the first set of back legs. Was he still female? He had no idea anymore. He was mostly covered in fur before he knew it- horse hide is so fine it barely felt like anything when it grew in. Michail looked down and nudged the pile of crystal dust on the floor with his front hoof. Was there nothing he could do? He made a few awkward half-human half-horse sounds as his neck convulsed, the growth was pulsing toward his head. "Have... to re- reheieieisist. Has to be... some waiiheieih to... go back... magic... neeeieieigh! More h-horse?" The veins in his neck bulged and his spine started to pop and grow longer, dragging his neck with it. "Mur heeeieieirse. Muuuhr! Neeeihehid murh!" His ears grew to leaf shapes and migrated up on the new muscle that would allow them to pivot. He slowly forced himself up with his buckled front legs and finally the muscle flexing of trying to lift his front half caused them to grow longer and more muscular to finally balance them with the other two sets. Just as he tried to get his train of thought back, it was shattered by an explosive pleasure firing through his body from his rump! He instinctively thrust his body back, and it managed to unintentionally line up with the bed post, which caused another pleasure spike. The second spike also incited muscle growth, and his entire body groaned and stretched larger- larger than even the work horses here. There was a third transformation spell to account for after all, he was still only two horses strong. The pleasure explosions was a new pussy opening up to the world- its already winking clit popping out as it opened up behind his large balls. He was now a hermaphrodite- two full separate sets of genitals. Because of how their genitals are positioned on their torso, there was enough room for both sets without overlapping. "Muuurh hrrrs. Mihails trr mrr hrrs! Hrn't... feiheieight rrt..." There was so little human left; his humanity was drowning in a swelling ocean of horse. His neck grew gigantically and his already extremely long hair continued down its length into a ludicrously long mane. His face pushed out, nostrils first, then his growing teeth forced his jaw to try and keep pace. His efforts to stop or even slow the transformation had so very little impact, he could not will himself to continue trying. There was just no point, and most of it felt good. Resisting was hard, being more horse felt good- not that he had any alternatives, but the choice was still clear. His body still bulged and squirmed a bit with growth, but more than completely horse, Michail started to move toward the stairs. It was hard getting down, but at least his weight was anchored between three sets of legs. The stairs creaked angrily at his immense weight, ready to snap. When he got to the bottom of the stairs his shoulder muscles bulged obscenely and his legs locked up. He struggled to move his front legs and they both move and did not move at the same time- splitting in half he put two NEW front legs forward while the old ones remained where they were. When the front, front legs were put down he leaned forward and concentrated on moving the others; the shoulder joints popped loudly and moved back slightly, sitting into two new sockets, and creating a slight space between the two sets of front legs. He now had eight legs total- the front four sort of clustered together. He got to the front door, put his head through and rammed both shoulders into the door frame. He was so huge and muscular his neck alone was almost as wide as the front door. Determined to get to the other horses to have more fun, he completely disregarded the house he used to live in and shoved forward, ripping the door completely off and demolishing the wall around it! Once the warm sun tickled his fresh horse hide his muscles bulged a bit bigger still, more so toward the front of his long body. His cock bobbed below him and grew in both length and width to the point the pillar of black and pink meat extended to touch the mid-point on his body! It was so long the head was just barely able to touch the back of his udder- which was also mottled, one teat was pink. Given the proportions- two of the horse transformations were male, one was female, because his udder was almost normal sized while his dick was tremendous. He noted the udder was swollen full though- the strange pseudo pregnancy still induced lactation. The very back legs bowed a bit and lost strength as the final change set in- his balls shared the increased mass with the cock, swelling gigantically till each was about the size of a soccer ball. Michail looked around. His mouth watered at the prospect of continuing to milk the stallions till he had sucked off every stud on the ranch. But his eyes settled on the mares prancing around in the sun. He already took studs before. He was once again bisexual, it was time to feel the insides of a mare! If nothing else, you can say that Michail takes his work as a horse breeder seriously. He personally breeds all of the horses. He mounts all of the mares and gets mounted by all the stallions. Sometimes he does both at the same time. It took Andrea a while to put together what happened to her vanished boyfriend, and where the eight legged horse came from. Yea, if she reported this she could have a special made human transformation crystal sent to her to try and fix Michail. But on the other hand, he sort of ripped off the entire front of her house. You do not look a gift horse in the mouth and he single handedly knocked up every mare on the ranch with potential super-horse babies. Andrea figured she would let him continue his fun as a triple horse for a while yet. Y'know, to pay off the repairs to the house. He is a hard worker at least, really married to his work, that one.

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.

“APPLY TO BREASTS; TWICE DAILY” Simple enough; he couldn’t quite believe he managed to get his hands on something like that, but the labelling was unmistakably legitimate and it was just as heavy as he had heard people talk about. Whether or not he wanted to ask his friend how he got his hands on that product was irrelevant (and dangerous); what mattered was that he ​had it​, right there, ready for him to use. It would be a dream come true, just like all those times he lost several hours fantasizing about it! Now, it wouldn’t come immediately, especially not with something with as low a potency as that cream; as the packaging said, he’d have to wait a couple of weeks before even the barest of results began to rear their head, and while Cab was happy that he was finally getting some progress done, the idea that he’d gone that far only to have to wait ​even longer​ was, frankly, unbearable. Thus, he decided that if one dose took two weeks to work its magic, then surely multiple doses at once would make the effects appear faster. That’s how it worked, right? The bottle of gel was big enough for at least a full month of use, at least if Caberea bothered to follow the instructions; as it stood, seeing how his friend said he was able to get more of the stuff if required, the dragon decided that a better use of his time would be to drop about half of the bottle’s contents onto his hands so he could smear them on his chest. The gel itself was incredibly thick, spooling on his palm with minimal spillage, and as it kept on pouring, Cab wondered whether he was making the right call; how exactly was he going to apply all of that to a pair of breasts that didn’t even exist? His hand seemed to be as dry as it always was, telling him that his body would be absorbing far less of it than he had imagined, but it wouldn’t be until he actually ​tried​ that he realized how right he was. The cool substance sent shivers up and down his spine once it met his scales and skin, the durg having to stifle a whimper during the initial shock. It grew hotter the longer it was allowed to settle, however, and after just a few minutes, Cab was less worried about the temperature and more about the fact that it just didn’t seem to go away. The thick layer of gel remained steadfast in its decision not to disperse, and regardless of how much he rubbed at his chest, it refused to be absorbed into his body. For a few moments, he wondered just how exactly a product like that was even meant to work, at least until he started feeling something that he had never had the pleasure of before: two bumps. He couldn’t quite believe it, having gone to great lengths to convince himself that, even with the complete disregard for proper procedure, the effects wouldn’t be immediate like in his dreams and fantasies. And yet, the more he rubbed away, the more he had to admit that there was something solid there, beneath the conspicuously thinner layer of gel still clinging onto him; putting two and two together, along with the fact that the bumps seemed to be getting larger the more vigorously he rubbed himself, would let Caberea come to the conclusion that, rather than stimulating growth, the gel ​itself​ was becoming the pair of tits that he always wanted to have. It seemed magical, and he doubted that the process to make that chemical was entirely legal, but he wasn’t about to complain. It took him a good hour or so before the syrupy substance was completely removed, at which point it appeared to have translated into a brand new bosom at a perfect one-to-one ratio. Cab stood there, cupping his newfound mounds, staring in awe at himself; after so long, there they were, the breasts he’d always wanted. They were bouncy, yet perky; firm, yet just soft enough to have some yield for a good squeeze or two. They looked dashing on his figure as well, being just big enough to complement his frame, even leading the dragon to imagine himself in a tight t-shirt, wondering just how amazing he’d look. In between the self-admiration and utter ecstasy of having developed a bust, however, there grew something different, a desire, a want, a ​need.​ He didn’t really pay too much attention to it, allowing it to fester in the background of his mind, feeding off the dragon’s newfound admiration for his new body, and before he knew it, the first conscious thought bubbled up to the surface: “What if more, though?” His cheeks brightened considerably after realizing he had just thought that, and even though he had made no sound, Caberea brought both hands to his muzzle, as if wanting to stifle his thoughts by virtue of not being able to speak. Whimpering quietly, he tried to take his eyes away from the mirror, only to have them come to rest on the discarded bottle. It could’ve been coincidence, for all he knew, but at that moment, there was no such thing as a coincidence in the dragon’s mind; if, after having that idea, the first thing he saw was the rest of the gel, then that was clearly a sign from the gods themselves that he was destined to become even bigger. So sayeth himself. Without even thinking about the consequences, Cab reached for the bottle and dumped the rest of its contents directly onto his breasts; now that he knew how that thing was supposed to work, he went right past the aimless slathering and directly to ​shaping​ the mass of goop he’d poured onto his bust. Unsurprisingly, it kept its form even when he brought it to the underside of his tits, allowing Cab to create the perfect sphere for his second size without having to worry about it dripping onto the floor; clearly, the best product he had ever gotten his hands on. Just a few moments later, presumably thanks to him allowing the material to settle rather than rubbing it around for so long, he felt himself getting heavier, his breasts absorbing the gel they were encased in (or was it the other way around?) to acquire even more mass for themselves. All Cab could do was sit down on his couch and watch as the translucent material gave way to scales and stretched skin, staring himself down in the mirror while his tits ballooned outwards at a far quicker pace than he could have ever hoped for. For him, this was the culmination of his life’s effort to finally develop a pair of tits that were worth grabbing, or at least something that he’d been heavily considering for the past decade or so. Natural solutions had all failed, and he wasn’t about to undergo the multiple surgeries required to get implants of any reasonable size, so when he heard about this supposed “miracle cure” for his problems, he threw everything he had at it, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, it would work. And his friend on the inside would very likely be excited beyond belief to learn that their product not only worked, but worked exactly like a lust-crazed growth addict like himself expected it to; they’d make millions! Unfortunately for said friend, Caberea wasn’t really home by that point, replaced by a suspiciously similar-looking dragon that nonetheless shared very little with the original Cab. This new durg cared about one thing, and one thing only: growing even ​bigger​, and as far as they cared, one bottle just wasn’t enough. Sure, their new bust was amazing and the best thing ever, reaching about halfway to their navel and being so heavy they actually had to take care when walking around, but that just wasn’t enough. No, it would ​never​ be enough, not until that phantom itch in the back of his head was scratched, not until his bosom ranked amongst the biggest in the entire world. Now that he ​knew​ he could grow, he didn’t want to ​stop​. The phone nearly broke when he reached for it, violently slamming his claw on the glass when calling up his supplier, eager to demand for even more of the gel. He paced around while he waited, one hand always on one breast, fondling himself unashamedly; it was odd, since he was quite certain it was supposed to feel ​good​, and yet the more he squeezed himself, the more he felt… unfinished. Like he was experiencing a trailer for a movie, or admiring a sculpture that just wasn’t quite ​done​. He chalked it up to the pressing need burning in his head; how could he ever feel satisfied when he still wanted to grow larger? It’s not that he was at a good size that could be made better; rather, his bust was woefully tiny compared to what it was ​supposed​ to be like, and Cab knew it. He could only assume that’s why he felt so antsy about it. With his friend refusing to pick up the phone, it fell on him to procure alternative methods for feeding his mounting growthlust… which of course meant grabbing the biggest shirt he had, running to the car, and then driving to where he knew the gel was produced about as quickly as he could, narrowly avoiding crashing into several cars along the way and very nearly being arrested for speeding, escaping only by virtue of finally being able to flash a pair of tits big enough that the officer was distracted. Once in place by the chemical plant, it was time to wait until the work shift was over, which is why Cab got out of the car, walked towards the front gate, and demanded to be let inside. Unfortunately, the guard wasn’t about to let him in, and despite his best efforts, the man just wasn’t going to be seduced by his new bust; as far as he knew, he was barred from entry and would need to wait until his friend got off work. That is, of course, if he didn’t have wings; he ​could​ fly, after all, and it was highly doubtful that the company had invested into AA defences, making it surprisingly easy to just walk around the back of the compound, run up to the fence, and then hop over it with a short glide. Once inside, it was simple enough to find a door and walk in, acting as if it was perfectly normal for him to be there even when it became patently obvious that he lacked any of the protective gear required to even be ​near​ a chemical production facility, much less work in one. Surprisingly, no one seemed to actually stop him; maybe they all assumed he just had a reason to be there, or thought that it was above their pay grade. Whatever the case may be, Cab burst into his friend’s office, finding the husky sitting behind his desk staring blankly at his computer monitor. Took him a couple of minutes before his eyes drifted to the side and spotted Caberea, at which point he nearly tripped off his chair from sheer fright. “Cabe, what the fuck?!” he shouted, running to the door and shutting it behind him, closing the blinds as well for good measure, “What are you… but why… and your… w-what?!” “I need more, simple as that,” the dragon replied, calmly walking to one of the chairs and plopping his ass firmly on it, “went through a whole bottle, as you can see, and I’m not going to sit around waiting for you to get me more. So I came here.” “How the hell did you get past the front gate?!” Cab shrugged, making the canine’s face sink. In that moment, he was convinced he was about to lose his job on account of feeding the dragon’s desires, but as much as he wanted to worry about that, he was ​really​ happy that at least the product worked; he had staked his entire future in that company on that one thing, hoping that the time and money invested into the project would pay off, and to see the results right there in front of him was, to put it mildly, extremely satisfying. A few reassurances later, Cab was convinced that he’d be receiving a new bottle of gel as soon as it was physically possible to produce one; however, while the husky insisted that it would still take a couple of days before he got the proper permits to do so, the durg insisted instead on visiting the production line himself, ignoring his friend’s frantic warnings and just waltzing out the door with the husky in tow, looking around for the signs indicating where the R&D department might be. Finding​ the place was easy; ​getting inside​ was not, as it was guarded by an electronically locked door that even the canine didn’t have access to. Depressingly, security inside the facility seemed to be beyond terrible, since all Cab had to do was wait until someone showed up, then immediately declare that they forgot their card at home and just needed to grab something from the lockers (not even knowing if said lockers existed), and the young eagle passing by was more than happy to hold the door open for them… though they did squint a bit after seeing the husky scurry inside as well. Seeing as his continued presence in the company rosters was most likely burning up before his eyes, the husky figured it best to get everything done and over with before anyone else happened to get dragged into the madness. Though clearly reluctant to do so, he brought Caberea to where the gel was being produced; though the dragon expected some kind of massive, bubbling vat of chemicals, he instead was faced with a couple of centrifuges, an isolated chamber, and a few shelves of ingredients… as well as a whole row of bottles containing the growth agent. Licking his lips in anticipation, Cab gave the husky beside him absolutely no warning before stepping closer, ignoring the fact that there were three other people in there all staring at him while he picked every container up and removed their top. One by one, he poured their contents onto his bust, making sure to give each breast a full bottle before reshaping his bosom, much like he did back home; once he was done, all he had to do was wait a few minutes and he’d be growing already, though the amount that he’d gain each time was very much subject to diminishing returns. Seeing as the bottles of gel remained the same size, there was only so much they could add onto him; even with a full container dedicated to each mound, the linear progression ensured that, after a while, there just wasn’t a lot being done to his overall size, comparatively speaking. Sure, he ended up with a pair of tits that covered most of his torso and allowed him to threaten everyone into compliance, lest they get bumped in the head by one of those colossal jugs, but it was still… insufficient. He couldn’t quite believe it himself, but his body and mind were both telling him that he still had a long way to go before he was done. If anyone had asked him beforehand about what his size goals were, Cab would probably not even have gone as far as he had that day; just above the navel, maybe, protruding ​just​ enough from each side of his torso that he could rock a slingshot bikini and dominate whatever beach he was on. But now that he had the opportunity to go even larger, now that he saw his bosom grow and bloat to where it was becoming hard to walk, it was patently clear to him that there would be no rest until he found himself immobile, and even then he had his doubts. But what was he meant to do? Well, there was… one option. It occasionally cropped up in his head, during his lewder, more “intimate” moments when exploring some of the darkest patches of his browser history. He had never seriously considered it, given the moral and ethical implications, to say nothing of the amount of legal troubles he’d get into if he actually went ahead and did it. At that stage, however, with his conscious mind and rationality taken over by an unassailable desire to ​grow,​ there was no denying that it was becoming a much more attractive prospect by the second. Being a dragon, Caberea of course had access to some degree of magical power; he didn’t really use it… nor train it, nor really think about it all that much, but it was still there. Highly instinctual in nature, it was hard to tell just what its limits were, and if not for the fact that he was so desperate, he probably wouldn’t have tried using it at all. As it stood, there was no other choice: he had to try. He walked to one of labcoat-wearing personnel, some random chinchilla with big, puffy cheeks and a pair of scared eyes that betrayed how much he was aware of what the dragon’s plan was; hard to ignore Cab licking his lips and looking at him like he was a piece of juicy meat, not to mention the growing bulge in his pants, visible just beneath the underboob. The dragon, for his part, extended one of his hands and grabbed the man by the neck, not bothering to lift him for what he had planned. Allowing his magic to run wild, he kept a singular thought in his mind, the one desire that would direct all of his power towards the one goal he wanted to accomplish. It was a risky proposition, and for a few moments it felt like it was going to fall apart when nothing happened, but Cab’s muzzle broke out into a smile when he saw the chilla’s body begin to wither in front of his eyes, the poor bastard’s expression becoming ever more panicked as his chubby self became increasingly thinner… and the dragon’s breasts began to swell in equal measure. Against all odds, not only had it worked, but it did so with perfect efficiency; normally there was some kind of loss when dealing with mass transferring magic such as that, but possibly as a result of his mind being as focused on that one thing as it could possibly be, every ounce that was stolen went directly towards Caberea’s bust. He didn’t completely siphon the poor chilla away; he wasn’t about to murder someone after all, but just in the first few moments, a good fifty or so pounds had been removed from them, fattening his tits up by that exact same amount. It was heavenly, to feel his breasts growing heavier and heavier with each moment, to feel as all that mass was redirected into that specific part of him like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. The normal Cab would’ve thought twice before even ​considering​ that option as being viable, but much as the normal Cab was a pathetically tiny little durg, they would be unable to grasp the magnificence that was theirs by right. The new Caberea, the one that recognized this one truth, had no such compunctions when it came to improving himself, and thus he carried on draining the technician until he was left just thin enough to be considered fit… … and his tits had both gained a good forty or so pounds each. Hard to describe, hard to explain, hard to really experience if he was going to be honest about it. By all means, it should have been impossible for him to move, or for his back to be even remotely straight, and yet Cab found the strength to not only stand proud, but to face the next lab tech and start walking towards them. The obscene amount of wobbling coming from his chest, to say nothing of the loud slapping whenever they impacted his torso, dominated the room completely, keeping everyone entranced on the sight of a dragon that should, by all means, be stopped… but who was going to stop him? Certainly not the husky, whose pants were already tighter than ever before. Absolutely not the chilla, who was still trying to come to terms with just how much weight they had lost. And while it might have been a good bet to think that the remaining techies would do ​something about the problem looming down on them, they really couldn’t help themselves; their lizard brains had taken over, consuming their rationality and good decision-making, only to then replace them with the same kind of lust that had taken over Cab. While the durg wanted to ​gain more, the people in the room wanted to ​give him​ more, and it wouldn’t take too long before one of them stepped forward to offer themselves up as tribute to the growing dragon. Caberea appreciated the gesture, even if it was entirely pointless; whether or not the mass and size were offered up was irrelevant when he could very easily just take it and no one would be able to say anything about it, but at least it was nice to know that his body had as much of an impact on others as it did on himself. It made him feel even more secure in his superiority to know that it wasn’t just his endless lust making him feel like the king of the world, but rather that it was something that others were happy to accept as fact as well. He could only begin to imagine what it would be like when he walked out of the chemical plant and headed somewhere with even more potential worshippers; the amount of flesh he could take for himself there would be… quite something. First things first though; two more techies, two more eager volunteers, two more individuals sapped of any excess fat to be drained into Cab’s breasts. The process only grew more pleasurable over time, with the sensation of his bust growing heavier and bearing down on his frame contributing to the mindless desire for ​more​ that continued to blossom inside the dragon’s mind. And yet, much like the gel before them, even the creators of the miracle substance started to feel like they weren’t enough. The growth itself was indescribably powerful and Cab felt like he could experience it forever and still be satisfied, yes, but once again he had that increasingly-larger part of himself tell him that, while ​good​, it still wasn’t ​enough.​ By the time he’d finished up with everyone in the lab, even taking some pudge from the husky for good measure, he was clearly far bigger than anything he could’ve envisioned himself as before. With each breast being heavier than a fully grown adult and grazing the top of his knees, protruding several feet in front and to the sides of him, anyone would’ve thought that it was time to stop and appreciate what they had; but for Cab, it only meant that his current method was once again just not enough to satisfy his needs. The idea had been coalescing inside of him for some time, but it took that realization for it to form fully after the pieces fell into place. It wasn’t that he wasn’t growing big enough, it was that the ​way​ he was doing so just wasn’t the best one. All he had been doing so far was going for “good enough” ​ad hoc​ solutions that, while effective at the nominal goal of making him grow, simply lacked the ability to scale that he needed them to have. If he was going to get big, then he needed to make sure that the process could ​keep up,​ rather than petering out like even his draining spells would; much like with the gel, the amount of mass he could take was on a simple linear progression, and after growing to a certain size, the gains would be insignificant compared to his full size. The problem, of course, was finding an adequate solution. As soon as he was done stealing what he wanted from the people in the room, the first thought that came to him was to ask if the gel’s production line really was as mundane as the lab equipment he was seeing. Much to his surprise and content, the chilla revealed that while the substance itself needed to be carefully produced in extremely well-controlled environments, storing​ the gel required entirely different logistical solutions altogether. Seeing as it had a tendency to “settle” if left on its own for a long enough time, most of their stores had to be kept in a specially designed container where it would be constantly churned around by the use of an industrial mixer; the small bottles in the lab itself were just samples meant to be shipped out to volunteers or other testing facilities, while most of the production was kept safely behind multiple sets of electronic locks. All of which were very easily opened once Cab demanded that the chilla give him their access card. His dreams of a bubbling vat of chemicals were… almost fulfilled, seeing as the gel didn’t really bubble or act like Hollywood-grade acid, but there was certainly an enormous metallic container embedded into the ground that he could gawk at and fantasize about falling into. Plenty of security systems and handrails prevented anyone from getting close enough to even think about tripping, but seeing as those were only designed to protect against accidents, there was really nothing stopping Cab from hopping over all of the safety precautions… except for his own weight, which had made sure he would never fly or glide again in his whole life. In a way, it just made it better; the realization that his tits had become so fat and engorged that he was now permanently grounded made the whole thing feel so much more… ​real​. Like he had finally awoken to the same truth he’d been repeating to himself that whole time. He barely even noticed his body acting of its own accord, moving forward and squishing his breasts against the steel railings, the whole thing groaning under the strain before it began to buckle and bend. Cab came to when his bust had more or less broken through the same things designed to keep him safely away from any danger, the whole thing clanking loudly when several dozen pounds of metal came crashing onto the ground below, along with Cab himself tripping forward and ending up flat against the floor. It only hurt the tiniest bit, seeing as his tits weren’t there to help cushion the fall. What with him having used his bosom to break through the handrails, his torso was the only thing that slammed onto the platform itself, while his tits broke free from their confines and ended up dangling in midair above the vat of gel, occasionally bumping against the short wall underneath him. So it was that Cab lay there, staring over the edge at a pool of the same miracle cure that had allowed him to get started on his journey to his current size, watching as his breasts dangled just close enough that he could ​feel​ the chill touch of the gel, even if it wasn’t actually in contact with him. The weight of his bust as well made it impossible for him to get up; after falling down in such a position, the only way he was ever going to move was by dragging himself forward and letting gravity do the rest of the work, even if it did land him directly into a very sticky situation. … but that was it, wasn’t it? Once again, the universe had given him a sign, much like back at home when the whole thing just started. Unconsciously breaking through heavy steel pipes only to end up dangling over a small-enough edge that he could slither down from it without hurting himself, all the while being “forced” to watch as his heavy, person-sized tits just taunted him with their proximity to the growth agent. He knew it had to happen, especially since there wasn’t even a need to shape the gel in the first place; all he had to do was dunk in his tits into the vat, and let everything sort itself out. He turned his head around, barking an order to the small group following him: they were to turn off the machinery that was busy keeping the gel in a semi-fluid state, to make it easier and safer for him to place his breasts into the vat. Even knowing that they were throwing their jobs away and pissing on any chance of reconciliation with the company, the lab techies did exactly that, while the husky, struggling with how much of himself had been drained, did his best to help Cab move himself onto a better position. After a while, he gave up trying to pull the dragon up, and instead jumped down to where Caberea could use him as a support strut for his immense tits; poor canine had his work cut out for him when he felt their weight hit him square on the head and shoulders, almost collapsing there and then. Huffing and panting for breath, the husky somehow managed to keep his legs from breaking underneath the strain, taking a few tentative steps forward while carrying Cab’s breasts towards the by-now deactivated storage vat. There would be no coming back from what he was about to do and he knew it; and he didn’t care. With all the preparations done, the techies descended from the control room and took their rightful place alongside their object of worship. It was hard to tell if their sudden willingness to go along with Caberea’s maddened desires was due to genuine lust and infatuation or a residual effect of the wild magic at play during their draining, but the fact of the matter was that they didn’t even wait for the dragon to issue any kind of order before they lowered him gently into the vat, allowing his breasts to sink into the gel while the rest of him remained on the cold floor above. For the dragon, it still wasn’t what he intended; though it would serve to give him a much-needed boost, it was still a limited amount of growth agent, thus making it a terrible option for scaling later down the line. Would it make him bigger than anything before? Oh, absolutely; but after it was done doing so, what would be left? An empty vat and no more promises of growth? He’d be large enough that even draining other people wouldn’t do much to his size, not to mention immobile and unable to seek out other options to make himself even bigger. He could make good use of that small cadre of followers he’d gotten for himself, but what would he even do? Thoughts for later. Now all he had to worry about was enjoying the ride. It was… very much the same as it had been before, with the exception of not needing any input on his part. The same initial coldness followed by gradual warmth, and the feeling of the gel seeping into him (or, again, the other way around, he wasn’t entirely sure) in order to further develop his bust size. With the vat being as big as it was, the process carried on far longer than it had with just the bottle, and every time Cab felt like it was about to end, the gel surprised him by clinging steadfastly onto his tits and refusing to let go, bloating him even harder! He wasn’t sure how exactly it was happening, but rather than him draining the container like he should be, its contents appeared to be dragging themselves ​up​ towards him, molding themselves perfectly around his growing mounds. Probably some kind of magical aftereffect, or some hitherto-unknown property of the gel itself, he didn’t really care; Cab only really had eyes for his tits, and good thing he did too, because they certainly ​needed​ that kind of undivided attention. The soft groaning as his skin stretched to compensate for the demand in volume was the cherry on top of a delicious growth spurt that seemed intent on knocking him out from the sheer overload of sensations pouring into the pleasure centers of his brain. It was bad enough that he began feeling his tits pressing against the side of the vat, he didn’t really need to hear the metal start to buckle and bend, the rivets and welds failing to contain his growing girth. In front of him, what had once been an empty cylinder had been filled with a small lake of pudge and soft, white flesh, his breasts having filled it to such a degree that his worshippers could pretty much just walk on top of it all. Which they did, at Cab’s insistence. It didn’t hurt, nor did the dragon expect it to; he ordered them to move onto his breasts purely so he could experience how big he was. With the growth itself beginning to falter, and with no further prospects really visible to him at that time, he needed something to both assert himself and indulge a bit; seeing as he wasn’t about to go anywhere, he felt the only real way he could satisfy that particular desire was to affirm his bigness… and what better way to do so than to experience the pleasure of being able to serve as a soft bed for multiple adults, while barely able to feel their body weight at all? It was just… it was him. That was him, right there, with tits so big they could be a bed for several people and it barely registered. There was no other way of putting it, it was just ​too good​ for him, and thus his mind began to wander to places that even he, in his lustful state, never quite imagined it would. It was so easy, too. They were all there already, offering no resistance whatsoever, mewling and squirming and begging for his attention. He couldn’t quite give it to them, being immobile and probably far too high up in the chain to even bother, and it’s not like they would even have a career after helping to deal such a heavy financial blow to the company for the sake of indulging him. Honestly, it was a favour he was doing them, and one that they seemed so happy to go along with. He ordered them to do one final thing for him, something that would make him ​very​ happy indeed. Eager to serve, it didn’t take a lot of effort to convince the small group resting on his bosom to slide into his cleavage, with one of the techies quite literally ​sliding​ in after rolling down one of his breasts. They squished and squeezed and smushed themselves into Cab’s tight titty embrace, before their heads vanished underneath the churning, gurgling mounds. They would never show up again. Within that warm pocket, their bodies were easily absorbed, consumed, and then repurposed for the sake of feeding Caberea’s still-growing desire for a scaling solution to his problem. And when he felt the effects start to kick in, when the realization hit that he was not only taking in raw mass, but magical potential as well, that’s when he finally understood that said solution had been there the whole time, and he’d been missing it completely. By the time the vat began to break down, its metallic plates shattering under the pressure of Cab’s bosom exploding with size, there was no longer any remnant of the old Caberea in the dragon’s head. Only the new one, the one that had finally found the perfect, ​true​ miracle cure to his growthlust. He licked his lips. Still a lot of work to do.

Visiting Blank was always a bit of a road trip, given that he had to change his address to somewhere that could actually hold him without breaking apart at the seams. Ever since the small incident with the growth serum interacting rather poorly (or not, depending on one’s point of view) with his natural size and tendency for hyper-growth, the dragon had been unable to live inside regular houses, and instead had to rent out a large hangar to turn into his new domicile. The lynx recalled the many months spent living inside the place when it still wasn’t furnished properly, as most of the upholstery, cooking equipment and whatnot had to be custom-built for someone of Blank’s scale; the dragon was lucky that the hyper subsidies provided by the local city hall covered for most of his living expenses, or else the simple act of existing would’ve brought him to ruin. The durg never let it get to him though; he faced every challenge with a smile on his face and a by-now characteristic sense of optimism that often bordered on the downright irrational. More than once, the lynx had to remind him that his whole life was going to be turned inside-out and he’d have to make some serious changes, and that his nonchalant, devil-may-care attitude towards the serum incident didn’t inspire a lot of confidence that he’d be able to live up to what he had to do. But it was hard to stay mad at the dragon, or even remotely upset; all it took were a few minutes of being next to him and it seemed as if all the bad things about the world just stopped mattering, and nothing but joy remained. It was infectious really, and Blank’s unfailing ability to see silver linings where there was only darkness was one of the reasons why Tim was making the drive over to their hangar. It had been… a rough few days, and the lynx needed someone big, warm and huggable to help scare the bad thoughts away and tell them everything was going to be fine, and if there was anyone on the planet that could do it, it was Blank. The approach to the hangar itself was littered with signs left behind by the local authorities, warning people of the myriad of assorted dangers that came with the existence of a highly size-unstable hyper. Tim felt it was demeaning; Blank insisted that more signs should be up, as he knew better than anyone that people were absolutely right in assuming he might become even larger than he was already. He didn’t mind if it scared others off; the dragon knew for a fact that those who mattered wouldn’t care, and those who cared wouldn’t matter. It’s not like he didn’t have a healthy social circle who was more than happy to ignore the warnings and visit him anyway, so what was the harm in letting random strangers know that here be growing dragons? It even made for a convenient ice-breaker! The hangar itself was built on the outskirts of an industrial lot, as far away from the city center as it could be while still technically belonging to the same jurisdiction; it used to belong to an aeronautics company that built components for aircraft and performed maintenance for high-paying private citizens until they inevitably went out of business due to lack of customers, leaving behind a small compound that had been mostly repurposed to fit Blank’s new lifestyle. The lot had a large wall built around it, given that the dragon occasionally liked leaving his “house” and didn’t necessarily wear clothes all the time, with many of the admin buildings having been emptied out and turned into improvised storage warehouses or large, walk-in freezers, while the main work hangar was fully repurposed into a living space. It looked immensely out of place compared to the rest of the industrial lot, but it was Blank’s home, and on more than one occasion he outright said it was the best one he ever had; most of it was paid for by the mayor’s office and he had more space than ever before, plus near-complete freedom on how to furnish it, so what was not to like? Besides, he could walk around his property naked and no one would be the wiser, a relief for someone of his size and girth. The lynx parked their car outside the main gate, then walked up to ring the bell and waited for Blank to answer it. They could hear the dragon’s footsteps off in the distance, with the words “Coming, coming!” floating through the air as the ground rumbled softly each time his frame came down on it. Soon enough, the durg’s voice came through the intercom. “Hello?” “It’s me, Blank,” Tim replied, trying hard not to sigh as the reason why they were there crept back into their conscious mind, “thought I’d pay you a visit, and uh… had a couple of things I had to distract myself from. If you wouldn’t mind.” “Oh dear, that’s not good!” the dragon hastily answered back, with a loud buzz indicating the gates had just been told to open, “Come on in, I’ll leave the door open and I’ll go make some tea!” True to his word, after the main gates were slid open and Tim walked into the property itself, they saw the hangar doors were waiting for them to walk straight through them, an inviting sight on that warm summer’s day. Hoping that they could at least keep their minds away from the goings-on of their everyday life, Tim made their way slowly to where Blank was waiting for them, their mind trying to come up with how to bring up the real reason they were there. Would the dragon really appreciate it that the first time his friend came by in weeks was because they needed to just vanish into his pudge for a couple of hours, or would he see that as the affirmation of true friendship? Would he see it as taking advantage of his generosity, or just the way things were supposed to be? Tim knew for a fact that the latter options were far more likely, but still couldn’t shake the feeling that they were doing something eminently wrong; perhaps it was them feeling shitty that led to that conclusion, but that’s still what they felt deep down, and it made that visit far worse to endure than it should be. Sighing, the cat walked into the hangar, revealing Blank’s “home” for the first time in a while. The dragon had certainly gotten busy with redecorating, though that much wasn’t surprising; given that their size was highly inconsistent and heavily dependent on their mood at any given time, it was important that he try and keep things somewhere where the risk of them being knocked off an elevated surface was minimal, doubly so given said elevation was usually several meters up. Blank himself normally hung around the nine-to-ten meter range at his smallest, and was often prone to random, if temporary growth spurts that brought him sizes so absurd he had to hunch over inside of his hangar home, or squeeze outside and sit out the burst until he came back down. And yet, despite the occasional damage to his property or risking having to sit in the rain, he kept the same degree of unbridled optimism he always had, to the point of making fun of himself for having such an “unruly” body. Still, it would appear that he had decided to simply push everything off onto the walls of the hangar, leaving an enormous amount of empty space in the middle. A bed with a nightstand in one corner, his workspace in the one opposite with a computer the size of a standard server room, with a kitchen tucked away in yet another corner with its ceiling-high fridge-slash-icemaker and a cooking stove that was so colossal it could probably feed a whole army base just with a single one of its gigantic pots. Tim felt like a tiny doll walking into a regular house, where everything was comically oversized and utterly unfit for a body of their size, and it took a bit before their perspective adjusted to everything, doubly so given that Blank himself seemed to move around with almost unnatural ease. Speaking of Blank, the last thing Tim saw before being engulfed by warm darkness was a black blur headed in their direction, followed by all outside sounds being muffled and their whole body being consumed by either a living pillow, a colossal, organic oven or, most likely, a very worried durg wanting to give his friend the biggest, tightest hug he could provide. That this ended up smushing Tim in between the dragon’s soft belly and what felt like some place that was less than wholesome didn’t seem to bother Blank, who just kept on making the hug tighter regardless of how much the lynx squirmed inside of it. The cat knew that it was just a matter of time before they were released, and trying to get away from it would just make the hug last longer, but maybe if they moved around enough, they’d be able to let Blank know they could barely breathe in there. The only real way of escaping was letting the dragon’s affections run their course, and quite frankly, the lynx needed them; as much as it was hard to get a breath in, it was still a bearhug from the durg, and as soon as the cat got used to the suffocating, overbearing presence, it was actually quite nice. It allowed them to sink into the softness all around them, to let their mind wander and forget about all the things that led them there, as if the dragon’s physical body exuded existential calm and the ability to believe things would just be ok in the end. It was almost magical in a way, which, given his draconic nature, probably wouldn’t be that far off-mark. The hug ended up lasting a grand total of ten minutes, by the end of which Tim was completely soaked in their own sweat and somehow several yards away from where they had come in, with Blank dropping them on his bed and taking a few steps back. There was an extremely worried look stamped on his face, enough for the lynx to feel bad about having burdened their friend like that… which only made it worse, as the feline’s own transparent thoughts only made the dragon sink deeper into his worry, moving forward and threatening to provide yet another loving chokehold before the cat raised both arms. “What’s wrong?” Blank ended up asking,sitting on the ground and somehow still ending up far taller than his bed, “I haven’t seen you in a while, what’s happened?” Those words stung harder than they should, given what Tim had been massacring themselves with, but they powered through them nonetheless and began to talk. Though the first few words came a lot harder than the ones after them, it got easier to explain the longer they spoke, until it felt as if a river was flowing from their mind directly out of their mouth; just keep talking, they thought to themselves, just keep talking and let everything out, and things would somehow end up fixing themselves. It was a long enough story that, before they were even halfway done with it, the lynx was on auto-pilot, no longer in control of their complaints and laments, Blank listening attentively with wide eyes and his hands over his mouth. The lynx laid it all out: the problems at his job and workplace, the lack of any actual work to do, the looming threat of unemployment and how it made everyone insufferable, the constant shouting matches between employees and management… and a million other different things they had to deal with on a daily basis, with nowhere else to run to and no way to hide from them; as much as the cat prided themselves on not getting involved in any in-house politicking, it had become impossible to completely avoid it, and the moment one put their foot in the water, it was dragged down into the depths, their body never to be seen again. That’s how they felt, at least; the lynx was certain the reality was probably far simpler than that, and could be adequately explained by just having a sociologist draw up a chart, but for someone involved in it, it felt like an unending, vicious cycle of pain and suffering from which escape was impossible… hence why they took their day off and drove all the way to see Blank, hoping the dragon would be able to give them something else to think about and occupy their time with. The cat was even forthright in regards to their expectations, figuring it was best for the durg to know why he had been visited… and, to absolutely no one’s surprise, said durg’s reaction was to simply nod along and agree. Tim didn’t deserve a friend like that, they were sure of it. “Not a shred of worry while you’re in this house!” Blank declared, turning around and heading for the teapot he already had prepared, “We’re going to sit down, we’re gonna have some nice tea, and we’re going to focus on nice things! Don’t make me hug you again!” That was as much of a threat as it was a reminder that his love was genuine, and that was something that even Tim had to admit was just too much not to smile at. They had to admire the dragon’s ability to remain cheerful even when it was absolutely not the time for it to happen, but they ended up doing so with such genuine honesty that it circled back to being endearing. Plus, telling someone they were getting a hug wasn’t necessarily a punishment as much as it was the polite fiction that it was one; much as Blank’s body was what it was, the dragon didn’t like to bring too much attention to it. The durg had always been large, owing to his hyper nature, but he had also been around the right size to be able to fit into regular rooms, assuming either a double-door or an extra-wide regular one. There were plenty of issues with leakage and the occasional smothering, but nothing too big; it was only after they took an experimental growth serum, courtesy of a study they were participating in, that things truly went out of hand, with their “baseline” becoming so terrifyingly massive that the hangar they were in became a necessity. Not just that, but their growth spurts, in addition to being enormous, were also entirely random; as far as either of them knew, Blank could very well start growing in the middle of their conversation, and there wouldn’t be a single thing that either of them could do about it. Not that his current size wasn’t… alluring. It was hard to ignore, given what was on full display, and if not for Tim’s own worries and concerns, they would absolutely be flirting with the dragon as hard as they could; flustering Blank was always good fun, for despite the fact that he was carrying a package large enough that it scraped against the ground and a tail so fat and long that it could probably circle the whole hangar if he didn’t keep it coiled up, the dragon was surprisingly bashful when it came to discussing his proportions. It was part of his nature, which contrasted quite hilariously with how overblown his body was like, and made even better by the fact that he was highly responsive to compliments; all one had to do was start poking fun at how big he was for him to grow bigger still, and it didn’t take a lot of effort to have him fill out most of the hangar, if only one was ready to commit to being smushed against one of its walls. In fact, that sounded like a delightful idea to Tim, the best way for them to forget about their worries and enjoy some much-needed rest and relaxation; nothing better than to sit down and tease Blank until they were as red as a tomato and as enormous as his own house, then keep on teasing until the outer walls of his property were no longer enough to hide him. This put a smile on the cat’s face, and not a good one; it was the sort of smirk that showed up whenever the lynx had a particularly nasty plan brewing in their head, and Blank knew them well enough that, by the time he turned around to place the teapot on the table and spotted his friend’s face, he immediately began to shake his head. “No, no, no, whatever it is you’re thinking, no!” he insisted, walking over to his bed and placing both hands on his surprisingly wide hips, only making his body jiggle harder, “The last time I saw you smile like this we ended up having to pay reparations and the sewers were clogged for weeks, I am not going to help you this time around!” “Oh, I don’t need you to help me,” Tim replied, only smiling wider, “I have everything I need right here!” The lynx gestured widely all around them, with Blank’s eyes narrowing as the dragon tried to make sense of what that comment meant. He must’ve figured that it was better to just let it go and carry on as if it didn’t happen, seeing as he then picked up his friend carefully with one hand and then placed him on top of his dinner table, which was big enough that the lynx could comfortably sit on it without it so much as tipping. Even better, the durg had a small-scale set of cups for visitors, so that was nice. What followed was the typical game the two of them played whenever the lynx decided it was time to make the dragon feel all flustered, hot and bothered, or any such other lewd way. Silence was all that was needed… at first; Blank knew Tim far too well to believe that them not talking was anything other than a trap of sorts, but still hadn’t figured out the best way to break through the trap being sprung, leading to an escalating confrontation that grew in intensity until it reached a boiling point and kept on climbing past it, with none of it spilling onto the outside world except through intense stares and the occasional loud sip. The two of them knew that Blank would be the first to break, but went through the whole process regardless; the whole point was to see how long it took for the durg to start blushing, or if they had finally uncovered the secret behind the lynx’s ability to turn them on regardless of the circumstances they were in. It made little sense for it to happen after such an emotionally-charged episode, but then again, the feline was never one to beat around the bush when it came to enjoying themselves; the dragon would be worried if his guest didn’t try to at least make a single pass at him, as inadequate as it may be. But no such pass came to pass. In fact, Tim was more than happy to sip on their teacup in silence, occasionally glancing upwards to give their generous host a warm, wide smile, or perhaps a tiny wink to let him know that they were still playing their little game. It was part of a brand new strategy they were employing, whereby they did precisely nothing special and waited for the durg to break themselves upon the very altar of their demise. It was only a matter of time until it happened; Blank was far too bashful a person not to see that silence as anything less than absolute torture, too embarrassed by his own size and attributes not to immediately feel self-conscious about them. And as much as Tim felt bad for preying on that, the lynx also knew for a fact that, as much as it made Blank uncomfortable to be in this position, they did genuinely enjoy it when others poked and prodded at their body, both metaphorically and not; after all, the whole reason why there were walls around the property at all was precisely because he liked walking around without any sort of clothes on, and considering that his nuts, even at their smallest, were already so massive that he had to smush them behind his legs just to be able to walk, that was a lot of meat on full display. No, as much as the durg liked to pretend otherwise, he wasn’t the innocent little dragon boy who barely understood what being sexy was; what he was, in truth, was an incredibly bashful tease who enjoyed having others top him. And they both knew that. Which is why Blank was so nervous about the tiny cat next to him, despite the size difference. “So hum…” he attempted to stir up conversation, “l-like your tea? Is it good, do you need more sweetener?” “Oh no, it’s perfectly fine, thank you,” Tim replied politely, “any sweeter and I’d have you in here instead of tea!” It was a simple statement, nothing too special, and yet immediately Blank had to stifle a squeak when his innate inability to deal with even the slightest of compliments began to flare up. He was lucky that he wasn’t drinking anything at the time, or else there might’ve been a lot of spillage after the inevitable spit take; instead, he placed his teacup down with shaky hands and began scratching the back of his head, trying oh so hard to pretend like he wasn’t completely losing control of the situation. He knew that he should shut up, that any word he gave the cat would do nothing but further contribute to his downfall… but in a way, he wanted to hear what Tim had to say. Not to mention, after they came around to his house in order to be with a close friend, wouldn’t it be his job as the generous host to give them anything they needed to feel better? Even more so considering the two of them were friends; could he really deny the lynx something that they needed to get their minds off the terrible goings-on at their workplace? Such thoughts swam around in Blank’s head as a means for him to rationalize away what was, in essence, a deep desire to keep hearing what the cat had to say about him, to accept the teasing and roll with it until something unexpected happened. Not that the dragon would ever admit this to himself, of course; as far as he cared, his intentions were nothing if not noble and chaste, possessed only of the most humble of motivations and not at all anchored in a desire to be loved by someone who knew just how to push his buttons in all the right ways. It was an interesting state of mind to be in, but one that the durg had plenty of experience with; one didn’t simply exist on that scale without becoming very good at mental gymnastics. “So hum, uh, I mean,” he attempted to speak up again, legitimately trying to be careful with his word choice, “anything else you’d like to bring up?” “I dunno, I don’t think I need to,” Tim answered, almost immediately making the dragon regret what he said, “pretty sure it’s about to come up any second now.” Indeed it was, and indeed it smashed into the bottom of the table, almost tipping over the teapot and sending large sprinkles of sweet tea flying out of both their cups, with Tim smiling widely as they sat back down properly after nearly being thrown off the wooden surface. There was something below him, a monstrous thing that had suddenly impacted the table, something that was loud enough that they could both hear it thumping and throbbing with each of the dragon’s also-audible heartbeats. The gurgling commenced shortly after that, with the occasional droplets soon turning into splashes as the throbbing was superseded by the conspicuous noise of something clenching extremely tightly followed by the churning of some unidentified liquid. Tim, being the sort of person to quite enjoy playing with their food, continued to act as if nothing special was going on, even after their host had to move both his hands beneath the table just to keep it from lifting off; an unfortunate side-effect of being as large as he was, really, considering that, try as he might, Blank could never get his cock not to go wild at the slightest sign that it might get some usage, and even at its smallest, well… suffice it to say that if the lynx were to look backwards, they’d see something big and juicy emerging from the other side of the table, ready and waiting for them to hop onto it. But Tim had more class than that, or, to be more precise, they appreciated a fine course of teasing a lot more than they did simple sex or rubbing themselves on a shaft bigger than their whole body; as such, they carried on sipping from their teacup, looking up at the dragon and half-expecting him to just act as if things were fine as they were as well. After all, the cat hadn’t done anything special; all they’d done was answer Blank’s questions, and if anything happened because of it, then could they really be held accountable for it? If anything, it was entirely on the dragon if his body reacted the way it did, because Tim certainly hadn’t done anything at all. How could mere words have such a drastic effect? Utter nonsense, really. Meanwhile, beneath their table, poor Blank was having a hard time keeping himself under control. Whenever their interest was peaked and their buttons pushed like that, he always, invariably ended up destroying something. Whether it be a chair, part of his furniture, even a wall, something had to give and something had to budge, and it looked as if his seat was going to be that day’s sacrifice. With him already having trouble keeping his nuts from overflowing around his legs, he never really had a lot of room to sit down properly, and thus had to spend quite a bit of time squishing those cum factories of his into a comfortable position; now that they were primed and told to start producing, however, they would very quickly bloat up and overpower the comparatively spindly chair they were pressing up against… but that was fine, because by the time they did that, they’d most likely be big enough that the durg could just on them anyway. Not that this wouldn’t cause so much flooding from the pressure that the hangar would be completely coated in his spunk, but at least Blank wouldn’t have to sit on the cold (soon to be warm and fluid-covered) floor. It was only a matter of time before the proverbial dam broke, and as soon as that happened, everything would end up going to the seven hells and never turning back; Tim, being Tim, both knew this and fully expected it to happen, simultaneously being more than happy to help bring it about as best as they could… but they were still playing their game, and the cat was still intent on pursuing their strategy of doing “nothing”, all while Blank slowly built the very weapons that would be used to topple him. The durg was aware of this as well, but given the way that the lynx was acting, there were few options for him to choose from; the one thing that he could do to make it all stop was to send the feline off on their merry way back home, and not only would that be extremely rude to a guest and a friend, but ultimately, the dragon didn’t want it to happen. He hadn’t exactly planned to be teased to the point of immobility that day, but he didn’t have anything else on the schedule either, so why not go ahead and enjoy himself for once? Besides, it made Tim happy, and absolutely did not press his own, already-amply-pushed buttons so hard he felt his knees growing weak, absolutely not. But what to say? Part of the game was not making it too easy, to feign an illusion of difficulty that could then be duly ignored by the other player. It wasn’t a rule so much as a courtesy; both of them knew where the exercise was going, but playing along made it so much better for them that they couldn’t fathom the mere idea of rushing through. Tim got to get their mind off work, Blank got to be teased, and the two of them enjoyed themselves in their own way; the cat was already sporting a hardened bulge of their own, as much as they tried to hide it by crossing their legs weirdly. “S-So,” Blank mumbled again, “w-what’s been up with you?” Tim stopped sipping, but kept their mouth where it was, rolling their eyes upwards to face Blank’s. There was a deep disappointment in that expression, as if the dragon’s inability to come up with anything different had genuinely offended the cat in some way, leaving the durg scrambling to find something else better to say that wouldn’t rely on a tired pun… but with his rod already big enough to cover most of his own torso, now that it was fully turgid, and a pair of hyperproductive nuts that seemed intent on not only serving as the world’s most comfortable beanbags but also riding up his back, Blank was left without a lot of inspiration to really think of anything. In fact, the more he waited, the closer he got to the point where he truly just wanted to give up and ask Tim to stop pretending like they weren’t trying to rile him up; hopefully then, they could get something done. But the cat remained impassive, immovable, though the slight smirk on the edge of their lips gave away how much they were enjoying the show, even after the table they were on began to be lifted into the air and their whole body slid downwards towards a very sensitive area on the dragon’s body. They seemed intent on finishing their drink, even if they barely had enough time to do so before landing squarely on top of Blank’s cock, straddling it with open legs and very slowly hugging the giant’s belly as soon as they got the opportunity for it… but not anything more. Even after the last vestiges of decency had been cast aside, the lynx seemed intent on not taking the first step, and that left Blank in such a (literally) tight spot that he was starting to run out of options. “Tim, please…” he moaned, his eyes pleading with his guest. “Please what? I’m just hugging a good friend!” the cat replied, seemingly sincerely, prompting a loud, earth-shaking rumble from the cum factories pushing them both up from below, as the poor durg had to hide his face to keep the embarrassment from showing too much, “I mean, if you’d like me to do something, you just need to ask!” Oh, he’d like to ask alright. Blank would love to say a whole lot of things that left him unable to talk just by thinking about them, but alas, he just wasn’t built for those sorts of things. He loved being on the receiving end, and indeed thrived under those circumstances, but actually going on the offensive? Verbalizing the many wants and desires swimming around inside that lewd little head of his that he insisted was perfectly innocent and had nothing but wholesome thoughts? That much was impossible… though his body was more than happy to pick up the slack and proudly display to the world how aroused the durg truly was. By that point in the conversation, each of his nuts was about as big as Blank himself, with their combined girth serving as a warm, throbbing, pulsating, clenching and loudly sloshing bed-cum-chair for the dragon to sit upon; his shaft, meanwhile, was already longer than its owner was tall, and judging by how hard the vein underneath it was bulging out, that probably wasn’t pre leaking out from its tip. It wouldn’t be the first time the dragon was teased into a pseudo-orgasm, with the pressure being so much that his physical form couldn’t withstand it, but it never got any easier for him, especially whenever he had anyone actively working him over like that cat was; as much as Tim refused to say anything or do anything special, they weren’t holding still, just very slowly gyrating their hips to try and get as much of a rise out of the durg as possible. “In fact, you look so pent up… have you been getting any rest lately?” the lynx carried on, squishing the pudge their hands were holding onto even harder, “Have you been draining properly? You know how you get when you don’t use the bathroom to empty out every once in a while, you always get so stuffed!” There it was. The magic words that let Blank know that his doom had come, and that the cat was now on the offensive themselves. Not that they needed to do much to fluster their host; hell, just those words alone were more than enough to send the dragon into a fit of terrifyingly bashful squeaking while his hands scrunched up his muzzle just to stop the blush from showing, shaking his head from side to side as if that would do him any good. Down below, those nuts just kept bloating up, bringing the two of them closer to the ceiling… and leaving the dragon an even bigger mess as the cum around them accumulated to greater heights as well. “I mean, if you needed some help, all you had to do was ask!” Tim prodded him further, chuckling as they did so, “You shouldn’t have to wait for me to show up every once in a while just so you can have a good time, all you need is to pick up the phone and tell your good friend Tim you need someone to come tease you so you can empty out these big, fat, heavy nuts of yours!” “Oh my god stop no! No!” Blank managed to sputter out, “Please no, god, no, stop, please!” It wasn’t sincere. Or rather, the dragon did genuinely want it to stop, but not necessarily because he wasn’t enjoying it; he had just got done painting the inside of the hangar and he did not need to give it a fresh coat so soon after the last one. “Why, should I be talking about your cock instead?” Final words were spoken. With a colossal spurt in size and an equally sizeable shockwave barrelling through his whole body, Blank somehow managed to hit a wall and reach release purely on those words alone; the ensuing blast of cum was strong enough that it slammed into the side of the hangar, left a dent, and still had enough strength left in it to fly back and ricochet onto both himself and Tim. This went on for the customary five or so minutes, after which both of them were covered head to toe in the thick, musky substance, and the durg was all-but defeated, his muscles having gone limp, and his nuts… somehow still inflating with their deranged productivity. It was one of the few curses he was saddled with, sadly enough; no matter how hard he came the first time around, it was never enough. And neither was the second one… or the third, for that matter. By the time he was truly finished, the two of them would have to spend a whole day or so cleaning the whole place out with pressurized hoses. But that was fine. After all, he had Tim there with him.

Toons From Space! Emergency Room Emergency! Doctor Chandra Levine sighed and glanced at the clock. She'd already been at the hospital for going on ten hours now, and it scarcely seemed like she was going to be allowed to go home any time soon. Full moon, an eclipse, and a meteor shower, just about all of them seemingly designed to pull the crazies out into full force as well as swamp the hospital with various degrees of medical 'emergency.' She'd been called in from the clinic on the other side of town to help with the massive influx of patients that had turned up. From the sounds of things it sounded like some sort of gang violence, or drugs, or a frat party gone wrong, or all of the above simultaneously. As overworked as she was, Chandra felt sorry for the bomb squad. Some jokers had left large, brightly colored boxes all over town that were rigged to give a bit of a pyrotechnic display and a large cloud of smoke. Not deadly, hardly even painful, but a few folks had some minor burns when their hair or clothes were set on fire. Joining in the hijinx were the folks coming in with bruises and concussions from having rubber anvils dropped on them, broken noses and lacerations from being hit in the face with boxing gloves hidden in a variety of things. There were the people brought in for hypothermia when a refrigerator malfunctioned somehow, along with a bunch of penguins likely abducted from a zoo somewhere. A few people had nearly drowned when an office building downtown had somehow managed to fill up with water. And there were some seriously traumatized people whose experiences sounded like someone had slipped them some LSD or some other hallucinogen. The blood lab would be backed up for weeks looking at the results of that. Chandra found herself hoping for something that wasn't cleaning off powder burns and consoling people who swore that their cats were now six feet tall and rather interested in sexually harassing them. All the strangeness that was going on tonight began to seem routine a good six hours into the mess. The good doctor was, of course, about to get her wish. -o- The door to her exam room was kicked open and the smell of alcohol wafted in. Chandra was almost shocked by the sight of the young woman, who looked very much like some sort of clown-ish gang member-type, exactly like the sort of person who might be responsible for some of the other people being in the hospital. Chandra didn't consider herself all that conservative or one of those people who sat around grumbling about the degenerate youths and their newfangled culture breaking down society, but the sheer look of the young woman startled her. She had multicolored hair sticking straight up in a garish mohawk, tits that looked artificial barely contained beneath a torn up t-shirt, ratty leather jacket and jeans, an inordinate number of piercings that seemed more numerous on places that were not her ears than places that were, not to mention the tattoos on her rather prominently displayed, rounded belly, poking out of her shirt, and on her wrists and hands as well. Oh and the bottle of beer that she was drinking from. She literally sloshed when she walked, rather loudly and nosily. She gave just as a loud and noisy burp and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Chandra stared at her patient for longer than she ought to, far longer. "Are you... pregnant?" she asked, not quite sure how else someone could acquire such a round midsection. "I really fuckin' hope so," the girl said with a grin in a voice that didn't quite fit with her appearance, more shy and squeaky than something befitting a rather boisterous punk. "But this? Nah, this is from all the drinkin' 'n fuckin' I've been doing since last night. I bet I've got like three gallons of beer and two of cum in me." Chandra just gawked as the young woman smiled proudly at her. "Yes... well... it's not allowed on hospital property, so if you wouldn't mind?" she said holding out the garbage can. The young woman nodded and dropped the bottle inside. "Damn thing was almost empty anyway," she said with a sigh, hopping up onto the examination table, and giving another rather noisome belch. The doctor rolled her eyes and turned to put the can back where it belonged. The air positively reeked of alcohol. Chandra picked up the patient's chart from the nearby desk and gave it a look over. "So, Holly..." "Holli, with an I," Holli interjected. "That's what I said, Holly." Chandra said, rather confused. "No, you're definitely saying Holly with a Y. There's a difference between Holly, Holli, Hawley, Hollee, Hollie, Holley, and Holllii. That's with three L's and two I's," Holli said, repeating the word identically seven different times. "Umm... right, Holli. It says you've come in for me to..." Chandra paused as she looked up from the paperwork only to find her patient gulping down another bottle. The doctor groaned, cleared her throat, and held out the garbage can. Holli giggled and blushed a bit, muttered "Oh, right," and then tossed her bottle in. Once more Chandra placed the wastebasket back in its proper place. "For a skin..." and once again the moment she'd averted her gaze, her patient had somehow managed to conjure another beer from the aether. Or the pockets of her jacket. "For a skin condition," she said snippily, grabbing the beer and tossing it with the other two in the trash can. She was downright baffled to find yet ANOTHER open bottle in her patient's charge the exact moment she looked up from the garbage can. It didn't seem possible for her to un-pocket, open, and then begin drinking a beer in the scant second and a half Chandra's attention was turned. "Stop that!" she virtually snarled, snatching the offending beverage away and placing it with the others. The doctor openly gaped the moment she looked up and saw still another beer in Holli's hand. The punk girl grinned mischievously. "Hmm, how about if you take off your jacket so we can look at the area of irritation, it says here that it's on your arm?" Chandra said, deciding to get the source of her patient's booze supply away from her. "'Kay, doc," Holli said happily, grinning and showing a bit of buckteeth. She shrugged out of her jacket and handed it over. Chandra found herself looking the garment over as it felt rather odd in her hands, smooth, almost slick, seeming almost, but not quite greasy. It still held the heat from Holli's body and somehow the doctor felt as if it would be tremendously comfortable to wear. She hung it up on the back of the door. "Good, now that we've got the beers out of the way we can..." Chandra's eyes just about bugged out of her head as she turned to find that Holli had once again managed to procure what seemed like her dozenth beer. She ought to have rattled like a china cabinet upended by a tornado while she was walking in. Chandra pointed at the trash can and just about growled. "No more beer and no more silliness! Where are you hiding these?" "In my jacket, in my pants, in my cleavage. You know, all the usual places," Holli said rather happily. "May I take them so that they cease being a distraction and we can get on with the examination? If you've come to see me about something than I presume that it is rather serious." Holli's smile vanished and she nodded, looking at some bandages on her forearm. "Yeah, I suppose we better get to business, Doc. I don't have too many more; you can just reach into my pocket and grab my last ones." She stood and turned, holding open one of the pockets on her jeans with both hands. Chandra sighed and began reaching for it, but pulled her hand back with a start. "What?" Holli asked, innocently. "I could've sworn that... nevermind," Chandra said, sighing loudly. The day was getting to her and the long hours seemed to be wearing her down. She could've sworn that there had been glowing red eyes peering out at her from inside the depths of that pocket. She reached forward again, almost making it in before she suddenly pulled her hand away. "Seriously, Doc, make up your mind! It's not like it has teeth. My pocket isn't going to bite you!" That was exactly what Chandra had seen. She steeled herself once again and actually reached into the young woman's pocket. It felt rather large and roomy, and the doctor was sure that she was reaching into a wide open space like sticking her hand into a vase. She could feel the pocket around her wrist and arm, but felt nothing around her hand except... ah! She seized hold of a bottle and pulled it out. The bottle seemed to stick and didn't want to be freed from Holli's pocket, so Chandra gave it a good yank and stumbled back when it gave way with far less effort than she thought it would have. Her eyes widened once again as she found herself holding not merely a beer bottle, but a beer bottle with a handkerchief on it tied to another bottle, and so on and so forth. Somehow she managed to pull out a good fifteen or twenty feet worth of handkerchief strand, each knot sporting a bottle of some liquor. Some beer, some whiskey, some wine, some tequila, and some glowing blue thing that she could swear came straight out of Star Trek. Chandra gaped at Holli's almost skin-tight jeans, clinging to her shapely figure. Now that Holli's jacket was off and Chandra was up close, she could get quite a good look at the young woman's tattoos. They were rather beautiful in their lewd, pornographic way. They looked like they'd taken weeks of painstaking needlework to create. At least the ones on her left side. The ones on the right seemed to be more simply colored, flatter, and not anywhere near as detailed. They lost detail the closer they came to Holli's bandages. "How did you manage to fit all this down your pants?" the doctor asked, shaking her head as she put down the string of bottles. Holli interlocked her fingers, tilted her head to the side and batted her eyes. "Come on now, Doc, a girl," she pronounced it goy-el, "has got to have some secrets!" The doctor shook her head, feeling a headache coming on. She ignored the matter and felt like the sooner she could get Holli out of her exam room the better. She pulled on a pair of gloves, just in case Holli had an open wound or a skin infection or something of the like. "So what's the problem?" Chandra asked as she began to unwrap the bandages. They didn't seem to be gauze, but rather some sort of brilliantly white fabric. It almost hurt her eyes to look at it. "Well, everything started to feel really funny there, and it looked and felt kind of weird." "Can you maybe be a little bit more specific, in what manner was it funny and weird?" the doctor asked, continuing to unravel the bandages. Holli had wound quite a bit of material around it. "I came home from the party where I got my tattoo work done last night and..." Holli paused at the doctor's expression. "You had all this..." Chandra gestured to the intricately detailed work on Chandra's midsection and left arm, "done last night? That is impossible." Holli nodded, "Yeah, that's what I said! But the guy didn't even have a needle, just a paintbrush. I don't know how he did it, his hand moved faster than I could see, and when he was done there it all was!" The doctor rubbed a gloved finger over the tattoos on Holli's left arm, "This does not feel like paint." "I know! I don't know how he did it either. It's actually under the skin somehow!" Chandra continued unwrapping the arm, frowning at the rather large pile of unraveled bandage growing on the floor. "Holli, please, enough silliness for tonight. I have had a very difficult day and this is not helping. How much did you wrap around here?" "Um... I don't know. I kind of lost track. My friend Suzy has this pet rabbit, and I was holding him and he kind of scratched me and it stung and kind of tingled. I was bleeding a little bit, so we bandaged it while we were doing some other fun things. Here..." Holli pulled a switchblade out of her pocket, the same pocket that Chandra had just reached in and felt nothing but a beer bottle. The doctor gawked at it as Holli began to cut off the bandages. "So you've had this on since last night?" "Yup!" Holli nodded. "You have not taken it off?" "Nope!" A headshake. "So how do you know you have some sort of skin condition?" Holli paused in her cutting and held up her hands. "Because this hand and this arm are colored differently from this hand and this arm, and it seems to be spreading and totally ruining my sweet tattoos." Chandra looked at Holli's hands, a good long look. Her right hand looked strange, oddly smooth and colored. It looked... strange. Flat and lacking definition, her palm lacking lines entirely and as best the doctor could tell as she held Holli's hand up to the light, no fingerprints, nor any tiny hairs on the back of her wrist. And... "Holli," Chandra asked quietly, "You had five fingers on this hand when you came in, did you not?" Holli paused and took a good long look at her hand, actually going so far as to count her fingers. She looked at her other hand and then began counting fingers again. Try as she might she couldn't get her two hands to add up to the proper number of fingers. "I... think I did. It was here earlier, I'm not sure where it went. Fingers don't just go wandering off by themselves, do they?" Chandra looked over Holli's hand but there were no signs of trauma, no scars, the bone structure didn't even feel like there had ever been a fifth finger there. "So what happened after the party and the rabbit scratch?" Chandra asked. "Well, that's when I started to feel really randy, so Suzy and me went to a different party. There were a few cute guys and girls there, but no one really interesting, Doc. Just me and Suzy. So after boinking a few folks we headed back to her place. We'd both gotten really plastered, got dressed up all sexy, had our hair done somewhere along the line, not sure when. She looked hot, I mean smokin' hot. So we started making out, sparks started flying and... there we go!" she'd cut the bandage free, it seemed to spontaneously fly apart into a pile of white strips that covered the floor and a rainbow row of knotted handkerchiefs on top. Chandra sighed and sat down on the nearby desk, pinching the bridge of her nose in agitation. "I think whatever some of the strange patients I've been seeing today have is catching because there are quite a few things not making sense." "That's what she said! That things were all weird and funny and not quite right, but we couldn't figure out what was wrong! She seemed like she needed to loosen up a bit, so I coaxed her into bed, tugged off her skirt, and then tugged off her, if you know what I mean." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Wait, your friend Suzy is a... transsexual?" the doctor asked, confused. Holli shook her head, "Nah, Doc! Suzy is this perfect blonde cheerleader type. Went out with the captain of the football team and everything! She's not some sort of weirdo like that!" "Then how is she a she?" "Well, she's pretty much all girl; she's got all the girly parts. She's just got that one thing extra. I figured it was kinda normal, since a lot of the girls at the party had one. At least they did once we started having fun. I was kind of drinking a lot. But all the girls I've seen naked in the past twenty four hours have had one. It was awesome, like Sausage City at that party. Everyone had a dick they wanted me to suck. It was too bad they were all kinda flat personalities." Chandra shook her head and waded through the pile of knee high bandages on the floor to grab Holli's file. "Including you?" "Including me! How d'ya think I got this bellyful of spunk here? Once I found out I was flexible enough to cut Suzy out of the middle I went to town! I only stopped when my tummy got so big I couldn't keep it in my mouth any more!" The doctor looked at the file, "There is nothing indicating a hermaphroditic or intersexual gender for you in here. It lists you as a female. I am tired of lies and silly games, Holli. Now please can we..." Chandra looked up from the file to find a buck-toothed grin on Holli's face and her skin-tight jeans peeled off and tossed aside. The girl had suddenly developed a larger bust, a narrower waist, broader hips, and a sizeable erection that would have been impossible to conceal in such tight-fitting trousers. "Boy, Doc, it sure feels better to get rid of those!" Holli said with a chuckle. Her tattoos wriggled and writhed as Chandra watched, changing into simpler shapes and colors, less pornographic, merely simple lines giving the appearance of the biker-style tats she had sported. The young woman's skin darkened as well to a deep chocolate color, the lines of her tattoos nearly black. Her thighs, stomach, and chin were a shade of creamy white. Her mohawk seemed to grow larger even as Holli herself seemed to grow shorter, her legs a bit out of proportion with the rest of her. She brushed her long, lop-like rabbit ears back behind her head and seemed to reach into a pocket on her brown, furry hip, pulling out a trio of pyramid-studded straps, one for each wrist and another to keep her ears back in a semblance of a ponytail behind her neon mohawk, which seemed to be constantly changing color. Holli cutely wiggled her pink nose at the doctor and reached into an impossible pocket again, pulling out a carrot and chewing on it noisily, "You'll have to forgive me for stealin' another rabbit's line but, eh," she shrugged. "What's up, Doc?" Chandra gawked at the sight of her patient who had gone from a tattooed pregnant-looking girl with multicolored hair to a tattooed pregnant-looking cartoon rabbit with multicolored hair and an oversized, fully erect, seemingly fully functional cock. "This is not possible." She stated adamantly, "I must've been slipped something hallucinogenic. This sort of strangeness has been reported all day!" "It sure feels real to me, Doc!" Holli said, giving her length a few strokes, a jet of thick precum splattering on the ground. The white tile seemed to immediately brighten where the liquid landed, the spots of painted cartoon whiteness slowly spreading out from the point of contact. "Well, will ya look at that? I'm contagious!" Holli said, sounding downright joyful. "Maybe you oughta take my temperature? Or maybe give me some sexual healing?" Holli's grin widened, "But you're the one whose having hallucinations and looking almost sick to her stomach. So it's my turn to play doctor!" There was an odd sound as Holli began to spin around, the wind from the motion scattering papers all over and knocking over several jars, which shattered on the floor. Holli suddenly stopped, otolaryngologist's mirror upon her head, stethoscope around her neck, a pair of surgical gloves on her hands, and an abbreviated scrub top knotted just below her cleavage to expose her bare midriff. "Now open wide and say ah!" the rabbit in doctor's attire said happily, tapping her hard-on with a tongue depressor as she stepped forward. Unable to think of anything else, Chandra shoved the chair at Holli and bolted for the door. Holli yelped as the chair seemed to carry her off and she collided against the wall with the sound of crashing bowling pins. The doctor slammed the door shut behind her, unable to believe the sight she'd just witnessed. "Come with me to the casbah!" Holli called through the door, "We will make beautiful music together. Well, if your idea of beautiful music is Nine Inch Nails. Specifically "Get Down, Make Love" and "Closer." I wanna fu..." Chandra grabbed a chair leaning against the wall and wedged it beneath the knob. "I don't think so," she said with a sigh of relief. "Who are you talking to, Doc?" said Holli from immediately behind the doctor, munching on a carrot. The doctor yelped and jumped several feet into the air, taking off as fast as her legs could carry her down the hallway as she did her best to get away from the potentially infectious, rather lustful she-rabbit. Chandra turned her head to look back, and despite her reckless pace, Holli didn't seem to be losing any ground. In fact she seemed to be gaining even as she walked forward at a rather leisurely pace. The doctor looked down at her feet, finding herself somehow on some sort of treadmill with a scrolling background of hospital hallway on one side. "This wasn't here before! You can't DO that!" she said, hopping off the treadmill and taking off for real. Chandra ducked into a nearby room and slammed the door shut behind her, not paying attention to what it was. There had to be another exit, even if it involved climbing out a window, or if all else failed breaking one. Luckily it was an empty patient's room, and while the main door lacked a lock, the bathroom door did indeed have one. But then again Holli had managed to get out of a room with only one exit without seemingly even using the door. Chandra cursed her rather studious childhood; if she'd watched more cartoons she might know what she was supposed to do now. She yelped as she looked back and realized that the door she had been leaning against now suddenly lacked a wood grain. It was just a plain, flat-looking brown door, like it was painted in the cartoon style. Chandra moved away from it quickly, pulling off her labcoat and throwing it to the side. As she watched the garment slowly began to lose its texture, turning more and more to a simply shaded object. Horrified, Chandra rushed into the bathroom, flipping on the light and looking at her back in the mirror for tell-tale traces of the strange infection. No, it was more than a mere infection if it could outright alter reality around it. She would have to go out the window to get away from whatever this thing was. She'd pay for the window later if it turned out that all this was just some kind of weird drug-induced freakout. The doctor drew in a deep breath and turned, stepping out of the bathroom door, wary for mohawk-sporting pervert rabbits. But rather than stepping back out into the patient's room that she had entered, Chandra found herself back in the hallway. She paused, blinked a few times, and then turned around, stepping back through the door only to come out somewhere else entirely further down the hallway. She could see the Wet Floor sign leaning against the wall just beside where she had been a moment before. Baffled she stepped through the same doorway once more and found herself across the hall from the doorway with the sign next to it that she'd entered in the first place. "This isn't..." Chandra murmured, "It's not..." She sighed and shook her aching head. The entire situation was impossible, it violated the laws of physics and... just... The doctor punched the wall, wincing at the pain that shot through her hand as she would expect from punching a brick wall. She was most definitely not dreaming. Her subconscious was not typically this creative, she usually dreamed of things that were normal. Stuff like doing her chores, or being at work, or occasionally finding herself back in high school for some strange reason. "What is going on?" she almost whimpered, taking in deep breaths to both try and calm herself and get her air back after the flight from Holli and the close call with her labcoat. "Beats me. You're looking awfully pale, Doc. Maybe I oughta check your temperature? I hope you're okay with my meat thermometer." Chandra turned to see Holli coming down the hallway. The punk-haired rabbit waved at her and blew the doctor a kiss. Chandra ducked as a pair of large red lips fluttered across the gap between them and smacked into the wall behind her. Holli broke into a run and she was faster than Chandra thought possible. Must be the bunny rabbit in her or something. The doctor was not going to outrun her on a straightaway, so maybe she could... The doctor ducked back into the door she had just come out of once more, looking left and right before spying Holli slipping on the floor and plowing into a potted plant. She ran across to the next door, it said closet, but Chandra was hoping that it would work like the other doors she'd been through. And indeed it did. Chandra grinned, feeling hopeful now that she could turn at least one aspect of the wacky situation to her advantage. She ducked into another doorway, finding herself further down the hallway, closer to the exit sign that she could see glowing brightly at the end of the hall. "Oh a woise guy, eh? Well two can play this game!" Holli shouted, and then hopped into a doorway as well, coming out of another one not far from Chandra. "Crap," the doctor groaned, ducking back into the door she'd just come from. It put her further back down the hallway, but it gave her space to get into another one and get further away from Holli. Another door, another trip further down the hallway, while Holli skidded out into the hall behind her. Chandra grinned; the rabbit lacked shoes and thus had a tendency to skid on the freshly mopped tile floor, another thing she could use to her advantage. She picked doors at random, finding that those on one side of the hall tended to put her closer to the exit and the other side further away. She was so close, so very, very close, but Holli seemed almost always right behind her. Only the seemingly randomness of the door exits kept her pursuer from catching up with Chandra. Success! There was the exit! Just one door away from her and... ow! Chandra crashed into Holly's rounded middle and went flying, skidding on her backside across the hallway and into the OB/GYN department. Holli went flying in the completely opposite direction, back through the doorway and further down the hall. The doctor leapt to her feet, looking herself over for tell-tale ink and paint coloration that would hint at infection. She found none, though as Holli had said, she was looking a bit pale. She couldn't go back out into the hall and there were no windows in here. The door trick might take her right back out into the hallway. What could she do? What could she possibly... "Doctor, oh dooooctor!" Holli called. Chandra ducked into one of the examination rooms, hiding behind the door, wracking her brain for anything that she could possibly use to get out of her situation. Cartoon, cartoon, cartoon, how did you get out of being cornered in a cartoon? "You in here, doc?" Holli said, poking her head in, Chandra could see the shadow. She tried her best not to make a single sound, her gloved hands feeling over the wall behind her in hope that she could find SOMETHING to use. Then she felt something round, like a wooden pole, or a handle to something. Chandra grinned as Holli flipped the light on and closed the door. "There you are! I win our game of hide and go seek, now what do I get as my prize?" "This!" Chandra growled, swinging the item she'd grabbed hold of. The sledgehammer sized tomahawk-style reflex hammer connected with Holli's head with an incredible "WHOP!" sound, sending her across the room and onto the examination table. The rabbit fell perfectly; Chandra quickly placed her in the stirrups. She panted deeply, out of breath, terrified in ways she could scarcely imagine, everything she knew having broken in a single afternoon. She was just so sore and aching, so annoyed, frightened, and frustrated. She looked over her hands to see if there was any trace of the infection. Her gloves were clean and clear. Thank goodness. Her breathing was back to normal levels and Chandra finally felt calm. More than calm, almost... giddy. She leaned against her hammer and grinned, feeling rather proud of herself for... for... Chandra looked down at the giant reflex hammer. Despite its solid feel and heft it didn't feel quite... well... actually it felt perfectly natural in her hands, like it was made to fit them perfectly. It was absolutely gorgeous with its smooth gray handle and red-brown head. So simply and wonderfully colored, standing out against the dull grays, whites, and pastels around her. The room around her looked so dull and dreary, the only things in it that seemed real were her hammer and the unconscious Holli, who hard stars circling her head. Chandra found herself looking over the cute bunny in the nurse costume, her magnificent breasts, her sexy tummy, her still-erect cock... the doctor felt a small stirring in her own loins. She paused and moved to the nearby sink, peering into the mirror over it. Chandra's jaw dropped at the sight of herself. The color had leeched entirely out of her face, leaving it stark white and... painted. The change in her skintone was taking place all over her body, but the cartoon-y look seemed to slowly be spreading from her face. Chandra watched with fascination as her eyes changed colors, turning from brown to a brilliant red. Her black hair began to fade to grey and then to white, matching her skin tone. The doctor just gawked at her reflection, not quite understanding what was going on. Trying to image how she'd become infected. "Dumkopf!" she said, suddenly speaking with a German accent for no reason that she could think of, it just felt right. "You touched your gotterdammerung face in exasperation after touching her arm." "Alterations apparently develop from ze area of original contact with ze unknown pathogenic agent," she said, making clinical observations. She touched her face with her gloved hand, finding rather oddly that her sense of touch seemed to carry through the gloves, as if they were a part of her. "Though ze simplistic coloration makes it appear as skin, ze fully altered portions of my face are furred like an animal." She noted, watching her ears begin to enlargen and change shape. The doctor's pants suddenly felt uncomfortably constrictive, so with a brief pull, changing them into a table cloth, she removed them, allowing her newly forming tail and already formed cock to be freed from their cloth prison. "Hmm, it is as za patient stated. For some reason ze alterations to my body include a phallus. Of course not being a drunken ignoramus, I am fully aware of what ze typical female anatomy is and is not." Chandra let out a soft moan as she stroked her new appendage, "It seems that ze initial stages of infection can proceed at a variable rate. Perhaps Holli's continuous drinking resulted in a slowing of ze alterations. Or perhaps ze disease is a drama queen and requires ze subject to notice zat zey are infected before rapidly reaching ze end stage." She shivered as she felt her entire body shift into its new state. There was an accentuation of features, a narrowing in the waist, and a broadening in the hips and chest. Chandra ran her tongue over her newly elongated and enlarged incisors wriggled her pink nose at her reflection. "Ze alterations seem to have proceeded along some sort of stereotypical role. Being a doctor my post-infection form is zat of an albino rat, a lab rat if you will. Also zat would explain my altered vocal mannerisms as well as my rising urges to further study ze infection by introducing it into uncontaminated control subjects. Also likely a symptom of ze disease to further its spread." "Umm... who are you talking to?" Holli asked, a brow raised as she looked over the doctor. "Hush! I vil deal with you in a moment!" Chandra said, admiring her new shapely toon body in the mirror, "I feel a sense of euphoria and also satisfaction at my altered form. I feel rather good, and yet so terribly, terribly naughty." Chandra spun on her three-toed, paw-like furless feet, giving Holli a wicked grin as she snapped one of her four-fingered gloves. The lights dimmed and a clap of thunder sounded as the room was illuminated by lightning. Even though there were no windows. "Since we are in the OB/GYN clinic, Nurse Holli, I believe that we ought to conduct a rather thorough diagnostic session of both our reproductive systems." Chandra said with a grin, adjusting a pair of glasses that weren't there a moment before. "Umm... can't we just have dinner and drinks first? I don't go past second base for the first date!" the rabbit protested. Chandra clicked her tongue. "So much protesting after wanting to chase me down and put this in me, hmm?" she purred, running a gloved hand over Holli's hard-on. The rabbit gasped softly and lay back on the examination table. "I don't wantcha to think of me as one of those loose women!" "Well, why don't I conduct a test to see how loose you actually are, a rather deep, hands-on test. Of course there are not going to be any hands involved..." Holli sighed happily, hearts in her eyes. "Oh Doctor, you know all the right things to say to a goil." "Prepare for your examination!" Chandra said, following with a maniacal laugh as she stepped up onto the extended bottom step of the examination table, slipping her new manhood into the eager rabbit's depths. "And another thing, Mr. Narrator Guy. Would you PLEASE stop calling me a rabbit? It's Holli Hare. It's got that illustrative thing going on." You mean alliterative? "Ghesundheit!" Holli and Chandra said at once, looking directly at the camera. "If you'll excuse us, I do believe this falls under doctor-patient privilege!" the good doctor says, pulling down a shade over the scene, reading 'The End.' 'Or is it?' A pan over to the cause of all this trouble, Molly, the lab-coated lioness waving her hands about as she plays a Theremin to give us some appropriately ominous music as we fade to black.

“Oh goodness, those were the third ones just today…” The sounds of fabric ripping filled the air as soon as Blank tried to pull his shorts up, succeeding only in making a further mess of the floor rather than covering himself up. It had been some time since he’d experienced a growth spurt of that size overnight, even longer since it had affected ​all​ of him rather than just a specific part; wouldn’t be surprising if it wasn’t even over, though the dragon thought it best not to worry too much about that, lest he make it happen through bad luck alone. What mattered was getting into the bathroom in order to empty out before starting the day. Not only did he have to deal with the regular morning madness, but the production that came with suddenly jumping up several sizes; it wasn’t all that bad, being able to move out of bed and yet not having his immense balls shift a single bit, but actually ​moving​ from place to place suddenly became a lot harder than he wanted it to be. Poor durg had to forcefully squeeze every inch out of a tired body, unable to do more than drag himself a fraction of the way to his goal before having to stop and rest. Half an hour it took him before he crossed the doorframe into the bathroom, and another five minutes just to heave his package onto the bathtub, hoping beyond hope that its enhanced, fortified drains would be able to deal with the tidal wave of cum that was about to bear down on them. Wouldn’t be the first time they got clogged, or the second… or fifth… and they hadn’t been tested properly for extra-large emissions, so it was quite likely they’d suffer some kind of malfunction… … but, it’s not like he could just carry on with his day like that. He had to do ​something​! Thankfully, he was always an easily excitable young dragon, even more so whenever he went through one of those weird growing moods his body insisted on imposing onto him. Just a couple of minutes of very vigorous, enthusiastic rubbing, coupled with using his whole body to satisfy that immense manhood standing proud in front of him, were enough to get him going… which is to say he suddenly remembered that he’d grown far too big to simply aim ​down​, thus leading to a large section of the bathroom wall getting a fresh coat of paint that would need to be scraped off later. Only after several minutes of continuous loads did Blank manage to push himself far enough to actually start filling the ​tub,​ as opposed to literally everywhere else, after which it was smooth sailing for another ten or so minutes until he was fully drained. Distressingly enough, this didn’t really make him all that much smaller; he was already having to carry his nuts behind him, the heavy cum tankers being about half as tall as he was, but even after fully emptying them out… they were just ​almost​ half as tall as he was, and still weighty enough that he couldn’t really put them back where they were supposed to go. Even his rod refused to calm down, returning to a flaccid state that was far, ​far​ too big for his liking. How was he supposed to walk around town when he could barely even cover himself?! … well, it’s not like he had a choice there, did he? Heading back into his room, and finding the door to be practically as tight going back in as it had been coming out, the only thing Blank ​could​ do was grab the biggest pair of shorts he had left and waste another half an hour putting them on as delicately as he could. The end result was… adequate. Not exactly good, since it did nothing but force his cock to bend slightly downwards while leaving it completely exposed to anyone looking in from the side… or front… but it was something. Not a lot, but… something. Meanwhile, and despite his best efforts, he still couldn’t slap anything over his nuts, meaning he was doomed to another day of awkward explanations until he could drain himself back down to a more manageable size. At the very least, his packet of condoms were still stretchy enough to fit over his engorged tip; it left Blank feeling wary and incredibly apprehensive when the first of the rubber balloons began filling up at an astoundingly fast rate, leading the dragon to reconsider the idea of leaving the rest of the pack in his house. Best… place that somewhere in a shirt pocket, he was definitely going through a very productive phase. Finding something to wear above the waist and making sure he had everything ready took just as long as it usually did, and yet when Blanked moved to leave the room, he found himself dragging a far larger weight than usual, and not just the kind that was attached to him. Looking back, it was with no end of surprise and a certain modicum of horror that the durg saw the condom he’d attached to himself such little time before had already filled up enough to drag against the floor, easily competing with one of his nuts for sheer size! All he could do was… stare, in utter disbelief, not quite believing that his pre leakage alone could’ve done something like that in such a short timeframe. … and yet, there it was, clear as a murky day. Much as he was quick on the draw in changing condoms, it still wasn’t enough to prevent some of his fluids from flowing onto the floor when he removed the first one; the “water” damage alone was worse than anything Blank had seen before, and promised to make that day something truly special. Thinking it was best not to dwell too much on it, he waddled over to the kitchen, grabbed some toast, and then hurried down the stairs as fast as his immense weight allowed him. The trip down the stairs, as was normal for him, was a grueling task that constantly reminded him of why he woke up every day at seven in the morning despite only needing to leave at nine. It being impossible for him to move without ​having​ to carry his overstuffed orbs behind his legs, tucked away nicely so his knees wouldn’t bump into them too hard, he had to exercise caution with literally. Every. Step. He couldn’t just… ​move​. No, doing something like that would mean slamming his nuts down on the cold floor below, leading to an immense discharge and a whole lot of apologies being owed to the landlord. Instead, he had to ​very​ slowly drag his whole self down, one inch at a time, so he would gently slide down onto the landing. It was a difficult task, and the reason why extra handrails had been installed next to the original ones (wouldn’t want folks to get stuck behind Blank, after all), but it was necessary to avoid flooding. Sadly, that day just wasn’t the dragon’s best one. Much as he tried to keep himself under control, the previous night’s growth spurt had left him too large to move with any kind of grace, and before long, a single false step was all that was needed to send his balls flying down a couple of steps. It was only a foot or so, sure, miniscule compared to even Blank himself. But gravity was a harsh mistress. The last thing he remembered before blanking out for a few moments was an extremely loud gurgling noise and a rippling shockwave coursing through his lower body. He knew, in that instant, that the glass window in front of him would cease to exist in a short moment, but he couldn’t care. As soon as his shorts were ripped apart and his cock rose to full mast again, releasing a rope of cum thicker than his torso, the poor boy fell unconscious, saved from collapsing forwards from the sheer weight of the nuts he was carrying behind him. He was big, but not big enough; when he came to, his body was dangling over open air, tugging on his sack hard enough to keep the release going, by that point having destroyed the window, part of the wall, and a large section of the pavement down below on the street. Lots of explaining. Goodness... Blank ​would​ hurry down the stairs, but not wanting a repeat of that incident, took the required half an hour to make the journey down safely, after which he emerged onto a crowd that, while expecting him to show up, were not exactly thinking of seeing the dragon completely nude… especially not with a pair of balls that pulsated and throbbed loudly whenever they gained an inch or so. Blank was blissfully unaware that his nuts were already rivalling him for size, and that his body had begun to compensate in order to carry them around; all he thought to do was rub the back of his head and offer as many apologies as he could, none of which were accepted by a group of people that insisted there was nothing to even apologize for in the first place. Left without much else to do but accept this and carry on, Blank took a moment to inspect himself; as expected, he was still growing beneath the waist, courtesy of whatever had caused that night’s growth spurt to begin with, but what surprised him was how much his bottom seemed to have packed on in terms of wobbly, hand-filling pudge. If his rod hadn’t destroyed his shorts, his butt certainly would have on its own, and a single step was enough to cause those monumental cheeks to start jiggling so distractingly that the dragon found himself staring back at his ass instead of paying attention to whatever, or ​who​ever, was in front of him. He was still unaware that his height had been affected as well, even after he stopped being able to see anything but the top of people’s heads, and no one around him was about to bring attention to it either; a small crowd had amassed around the durg, who was forced to politely ask them to please move aside, lest he bump into anyone and crack some skulls inadvertently. No one did. Always such a bother. And all he wanted to do that day was go get some groceries so he could enjoy his day off. Something so simple, that he honestly thought would only take him about an hour or so after leaving the house, had just been turned into a nearly insurmountable task that seemed harder to complete with each passing second, with every new person added to the group of supplicants following him around, with every pound gained in… somewhere entirely new on his body. The experience of growth wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to him, but he had to admit that he’d never quite gone through anything like that in such a short time; usually it would stop once his balls grew taller than him, but they were already pressing against the back of his head and ​still​ they gurgled and sloshed loudly! Moving them around was a pain, only possible thanks to his body adapting just enough to be able to do so, and indeed it all fed right back into him; if it wasn’t enough that his churning cum factories were getting so enormously bloated, his shaft had been getting in on the action as well, seeming to swell with each step until even its “flaccid” state would put any other male to shame. It didn’t even drag against the floor anymore, being simply ​too large​ to even droop; Blank had to contend with his cock bumping against his chest every time he moved, and soon enough his arms would automatically find their way around it, hugging it close to him. In his mind, he was doing this to prevent it from hitting anyone or growing out of control, but some part of him knew that he just enjoyed the feeling of it. After all, it ​had​ been some time since he’d had the opportunity to hug a shaft bigger than he himself was. The condom Blank had on himself had long since been jettisoned from pressure alone, and after a few attempts to place a new one that ended in the rubber balloons rupturing within a few seconds, the dragon thought it best to just go bare for the time being. If he tried to restrain himself, he’d end up spending his whole day just trying to put one of those things on, and for what? So they could fill up and burst in a couple of minutes, perpetuating the cycle to the point where he could do nothing else? The neighborhood already knew how full he was even on a bad day, and no one was really complaining about the constant flooding of pre covering the entire sidewalk, so why bother trying to hide himself, really? Certainly didn’t register as a good idea to him, and he was a responsible boy, he knew what things were like; surely, if it ​was​ a bad idea to just run wild, his mind would tell him so. Before long, Blank found himself having to move more and more towards the center of the road. Not only were his nuts becoming increasingly difficult to drag around, but heaving those orbs and carrying them behind him was leading to a lot of unnecessary, and frankly ​unwanted damage; the pavement was cracking and fences were being bent out of shape, to the point where even the most delirious of his followers were beginning to question if he shouldn’t be doing something about it. Blank had wanted to do ​just that​ ever since he felt the first bit of concrete snap, but considering the sheer amount of people that had gathered around him, he had to bite back the embarrassment and wait until the destruction became so wanton that even his lust-crazed worshippers knew something was off. With a sigh of relief, the durg moved towards the middle of the street, accidentally tipping over a couple of cars and permanently blocking the way for anyone wanting to drive. It’s not like the environmental damage would just end the moment he was out of range from the buildings on either side of him. He ​did​ live in a large city, meaning that every once in a while, one of his steps would crack the asphalt underneath him and nearly trap him, requiring a whole lot of lifting… and a whole lot of people who immediately took the opportunity to lay even more of their hands on him. The water mains running underneath the road took one hell of a beating, and soon enough his balls weren’t even ​on​ that road at all; they had grown so ludicrously heavy and enormous that any attempt at moving them just sunk them further into the ground, dragging pretty much everything along with them, until Blank was leaving a trail of destruction as wide as he was wherever he went. Just about the only thing that saved him were the rooftops; he didn’t quite remember when exactly he had grown tall enough to sink his claws into the top of nearby buildings, nor how he had become strong enough to nearly rip them off their foundations, but at least it helped him move his immense self towards the grocery store, one step at a time. Behind him, multiple city blocks were already flattened, with those who hadn’t evacuated quickly enough joining the vast sea of people trying to climb onto his body. Blank’s face turned into a bright, luminescent red when he realized this, issuing a number of halfhearted apologies that even ​he​ wasn’t sure he meant or not; the whole experience was… surprisingly pleasant, he could admit to that much, and even though he was wrecking so much property that he ​had​ to worry about it, an increasingly larger part of himself just… didn’t really care about that. He still apologized, still flustered and floundered about trying to find an excuse for all the mindless destruction, but at least in some far-off, remote corner of his mind, there came an acceptance that, if not necessarily right, then that whole thing was inevitable. He couldn’t really stop his body from growing, nor could he decide to shrink, so why should he be fretting about the consequences? Better that he focus on getting to the grocery store, grabbing his supplies and then getting back while hurting the least amount of people possible. Now, this was far easier said than done, especially when each of his cock’s spasms seemed to release enough of his seed to flood any one of those curiously small buildings around him. His tip was so far up above his head that Blank couldn’t reach it even when he stretched his arms, and much as he ​wanted​ to panic about that, he really couldn’t bring himself to do it; the one thought in his mind was whether or not he’d grow to be even bigger than he already was, especially seeing as how both of his colossal nuts had become big enough to serve as his own personal source of shade, pressing down hard on the back on his neck, but still protecting him from the light of the sun. Their ​noise​ as well was rapidly becoming deafening, at least for the poor tiny ones down below; the dragon himself had grown accustomed to the gurgling and churning of the oceans of cum he kept in each one, so much so that he could even predict when the currents inside of them would hit his back, allowing him to brace for impact. But he could only begin to imagine how loud it must be for the unfortunate souls trying to keep up with his giant steps… then again, he couldn’t exactly do anything about that either. It got to a point where it was simply impossible to take another step; curiously, he was close enough to the grocery store that he could get his shopping done, were he not too big to even fit a single finger through the front door. Blank was left a sighing, mumbling mess when he accidentally ripped the whole shop off from the ground and covered everyone underneath it with a variety of fruits and vegetables, the owners having thankfully left long enough ago to join the parade following him. He could never have forgiven himself if something came to harm them, which is why he felt just the slightest twinge of fear when he tried to force himself through the road and ended up stuck between both sides of the road. It was embarrassing to even think about, but he was definitely immobile; not necessarily due to his weight, but he had finally reached the point where his cumtanks were just too stuffed for him to move them from place to place while within the confines of a large city. Trying to do so yielded far more pleasure than it really should, with the dragon able to feel every sharp edge and corner he was trying to force himself past. The sound of grinding metal and cracking concrete filled the air when he still tried to move nonetheless, ending up toppling everything on either side of him without even trying; it was awfully terrible for everyone involved, leading Blank to shower his followers with as many apologies as he was gallons of his seed, but it didn’t seem to register to anyone. As far as the crowd gathered around him cared, there was only the dragon to think about. Not only his curves, which had extended to include a tail fat enough to fill up the whole road, but his productivity as well; while a large chunk of the people there were happy to find a bit of pudge to hold onto, the majority were going for the most obvious bounty their new giant provided. Now, Blank knew that his orbs were incredibly efficient, what with simply not having a refractory period at all and needing to wear a condom every day just to prevent the leakage from damaging his carpets, but he had never seen himself quite like he was right then. Looking up to check out his tip, several feet above his head, he located the source of the thick, goopy rain that had been falling on him for the past few minutes; poor durg had reached a point where each load was coming in such quick succession that it might as well just be a hose, and yet he barely felt any of it. To him, it felt perfectly natural to have his cock be bulged out at any one time, sprinkling everything and everyone around him in a drizzle of cum that ​would​ have clogged the city sewers had they not been destroyed by Blank himself. While his supplicants got busy guzzling down his seed, the durg was left puzzled about what to do next. He only really wanted to get some groceries, nothing else being planned for the day; but with the sudden bout of growth and the shop having been completely destroyed, he couldn’t just go home. Not only that, but it seemed as if he wasn’t even done growing at all, resulting in a very embarrassed-looking Blank flailing about trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. His ascension began coming in spurts, with his body stabilizing for a few minutes before suddenly billowing out in every direction, leaving him in an increasingly-untenable position that he really couldn’t do anything to fix or improve. The tiny ones all around him didn’t make it any easier, what with getting in the way and almost ​wanting​ to be smushed underneath his gargantuan beans; at least he could still politely ask that they move, offering up a few tentative high-fives to those who did… which, at his size, amounted to bringing his palm as close to the ground as he could and waiting until everyone was done fist-bumping it. It made his size all that more apparent, hence why he stopped doing it after just a few attempts, lest he go completely growth-mad from all the stimulation. He coughed, a desperate attempt at trying to recompose himself, and only succeeded in making his nuts plow through a few more city blocks. He yelped in response, the lapse in concentration allowing his cock to do the same to most of the avenue in front of him. The series of confused noises the dragon made kept him so occupied trying to excuse himself that he barely had any mental power left to control his body, just about the only thing stopping his ​true​ growth from taking hold. He hiccuped, and immediately afterwards the rest of the city fell underneath the advancing wall that was his body. How did he even get that big?! One minute he was fine walking out of his home and now he could see the curvature of the planet… hell, not only see it, but with some effort could probably even reach for it! It had to have been whatever made him grow that night, it just had to; Blank couldn’t even imagine the amount of work he’d have to go through just to shrink back down to an acceptable size, to say nothing of how much drainage would be required to empty out those sun-blotting orbs he was sporting. It was a miracle he could even move around, even if it was just a few hundred feet at a time; the very ground beneath his feet was cracking underneath the mountainous weight of his cumtanks, and before long, he could hear the unmistakable sound of an earthquake being triggered, even over the deafening, hellish noises coming from his two nuts. He took a deep breath. That was his problem, he was getting too flustered and allowing his emotions to get the better of him. All he needed to do was simmer down, focus, and everything would just go away on its own. All that was required of him was some ​concentration… ​ and surprisingly, he found it. Goodness knows where or how, but somewhere inside of him he managed to find the willpower required to return to a semi-calm state of mind, allowing him to take stock of his current situation and devise a plan of action. Sadly, this did mean that he suddenly became extremely aware of just ​how​ massive he was, something that had been running on a background process in his mind that entire time. Rather than simply accepting it, he now had to confront that fact, leading to a very flustered dragon not really knowing what to do beyond flailing some more and calling for help. Help that his worshippers, all of them hanging on his every word, were happy to provide. In an instant, he felt it: the adulation and adoration of every single person in that city and its outskirts. It had always been there, to some extent, but now that he outright proclaimed he needed​ their assistance, the thousands upon thousands of little ones made sure that Blank knew exactly what they thought of him. And while he was extremely reluctant to accept it, he couldn’t deny that it was ​powerful​… overwhelming, to a certain point. Enough that, even though he wanted to ignore it and push it back, he couldn’t really do it. Against his better judgement, some part of him ​wanted​ to let all those words seep into his mind and body, ​wanted​ to let the power of belief influence him. So, while Blank continued to be the same-old over-apologizing little flustered durg, it was hard to deny how, just as the chanting got louder, so too did his body get even ​bigger​, and not just in the conventional sense either; while he still gained enough height not to be entirely smothered by his assets, it was clear as day that his torso was rapidly becoming the smallest part of him, smothered on one side by his colossal orbs, on the other by a shaft that had long-since become the tallest manmade object on the planet, while his mobility became a thing of the past once his rear reached critical mass. He didn’t really mind, though. With his hands sunk into his asscheeks and his head firmly lodged in an insignificant portion of his nutflesh, there wasn’t a lot that could even cross his mind at all beyond the need to grow even larger. On occasion, he’d still try to offer a half-hearted apology or think up some excuse as to why his ascension was taking place, but as time went on, the need to justify himself just sort of… disappeared. He was still just as flustered about the whole affair as always, of course, but it was less due to it being an entirely anomalous event and more thanks to the amount of damage he was doing to the landscape. He did like those hills outside the city, after all, so to suddenly replace them after flattening them completely wasn’t something he could be proud of; the same could be said for the river that he turned white, or the valley he had carved out with his snaking tail. His very presence was disruptive, and thus he ​had​ to feel bad about it. But as much as he wanted to force himself to experience regret or disappointment, that chorus erupting all around him made it difficult to really care about any of the things he was doing; why bother when no one else did? At that point, it was difficult for him to judge distances or compare himself to anything he used to know the size of. This was his biggest growth spurt to date, meaning that any kind of frame of reference he might’ve had before had long since become completely useless. The sky around him was growing increasingly dark, a sign that he was rapidly approaching the upper layers of the atmosphere, but strangely enough he didn’t seem to have any difficulty breathing; whatever strange process had taken over his body had left him apparently immune to the effects of low-oxygen environments, and he could only hope the same could be said for vacuum, because he wasn’t about to stop growing any time soon. It was impossible for him to see anyone down below, having outgrown even the largest of hypers by such a vast margin that the only thing visible to him was geography; the world was a map, one that he did everything in his power not to step on for fear of doing any lasting damage. He had already wrecked the city, mercifully avoiding injuring anyone by virtue of them hopping onto his body in some way or another, but that was back when he was still… well, city-sized. At his current scale, any stray motion could spell the end for a large chunk of the country; a soft brush with his tail would end up creating tornadoes and hurricanes, while the oceans were just a few loads away from turning completely white. Up above him, his cum had already begun to form a ring around the planet, trapped in its gravitational pull and serving as a constant, dazzling reminder of just what the dragon was capable of when pushed to the limit. To Blank, it was more of a continuous source of embarrassment, yet another to add to the ever-growing list; even his in lust-crazed state, the durg found more and more reasons to feel ashamed about what his body had become, something he knew he should be working on… especially when he was so big that the planet was beginning to feel increasingly tiny. It started with a few tentative hops, just enough to cause a few minor earthquakes and shift the atmosphere around a bit. Blank noticed that, despite the immense size of his assets, he was feeling a lot lighter than he had before, but it wouldn’t be until the last time he tried, when his feet simply didn’t touch the ground anymore, that he realized he had quite literally outgrown his homeworld, with his body floating happily alongside it in its long orbit. It was an odd sensation, not having anything solid beneath him. Odder still that he had no trouble breathing, even if he felt no need to. He was still relatively small compared to the planet he had just abandoned, but if he bothered to try and poke it, he could probably flatten a couple of smaller countries… hence why he made double-triple-sure to keep every part of him away from that blue pearl, even aiming his front and back away from it, so his overbloated assets wouldn’t even graze its vicinity. Couldn’t exactly move to a lower plane, not without some means of propulsion, so avoidance would have to do for the time being. Despite being as big as he was, Blank still felt an affinity towards that gem. While part of him still thought it possible to drain himself and shrink to a smaller state, the fact that his body in and of itself was already about as tall as the planet itself was made that prospect a complete impossibility; he was no longer a citizen of the world, but rather its… protector. Yeah, that felt right; after going through so much trouble to avoid doing any damage to it, and with his life now being little more than orbiting around the nearest conglomeration of mass, he should dedicate himself to protecting that fragile world, ensuring that any outside threats would be duly dealt with. Asteroids, gamma rays, aliens even? All of them would have to go through ​him​ first! Not that he really had anything in his arsenal beyond size… though that alone could probably fix most problems. He barely had a moment to react before he nearly crushed several satellites into slag, having to contort himself before he was jettisoned into a higher orbit. He could feel the impact of thousands of micrometeorites, and yet they barely even stung; surely, anything like an asteroid could very easily be caught like a simple thrown rock, especially since they could fit in the palm of his hand. Hell, if he was feeling particularly frisky, he could even try to practice his aim, just not with any gun. It was difficult to ignore the need to pleasure himself, as now that he no longer had to contend with planetary gravity, his balls had ​truly​ gone insane. If they were already gigantic before, they were literally knocking Mars out of orbit before he even realized it, while his cock had grown so gargantuan that its tip was about as far away from him as the Earth was from the Sun. It was a funny thought, that what he was “seeing” was what he’d been like several minutes before, even if his bodily self-awareness fed entirely contradictory information back into his brain. How exactly he was breaking the speed of light, he had no clue; he just knew it felt really, really​ good. How good? Well, every time his mind wandered close to the thought, it just seemed to make him grow larger. And not just directly, but over time as well; his spurts were getting stronger, more frequent, to the point where not only was he returning to the same kind of continuous growth he had experienced initially, but the whole process was rapidly accelerating, so much so that, in just a few short minutes, he had become large enough to completely engulf the Earth, being careful to hold it in one one hand in order to keep it safely close to him. The Sun, too, would have to be preserved, if only so that the little ones living on the planet could continue to do so; they couldn’t survive in vacuum like he could, and as their designated guardian, it was his role to maintain and preserve life in his former homeworld as best as he could! Space was becoming increasingly white, what with his nuts effectively taking over all that free room where nothing roamed but a few subatomic particles and the occasional stream of photons. They’d grown so much that not only was it impossible to look back, but Blank was finding himself more and more encapsulated on all sides by a pair of orbs that, while he couldn’t hear out there in space, he could certainly ​feel​ with how much they were rumbling and quaking, galaxies’ worth of cum stored up and ready to be delivered at a moment’s notice. One of the two things capable of escaping that thickening, tightening embrace was his cock, already several times wider than he himself was and poking out a couple of light-minutes up from the top of his ball’s curvature. The constant jet of cum erupting from its tip was the main force behind how large it was, what with the fluids forcing it to bulge out harder and harder just to keep up with the release, itself a pitiful fraction of his full production. Surprisingly enough, his tail was having a lot of fun without him as well; it had grown large enough to rival one of his colossal orbs in girth, at least at the base, and long enough that it somehow managed to wrap itself around ​both​ of them, eagerly squeezing and kneading away without him even realizing it, drawing ever more production out of an already hyperactive set of cum factories. Blank closed his eyes, eager to finally get some rest. The Sun and the Earth, along with the Moon, were safe atop his muzzle, even if the rest of the Solar System wasn’t; that alone meant he had done his job properly. With the Universe becoming more and more a distant thing that he didn’t need to worry about, there in the cocoon created by his own nuts, he could afford to laze about for a bit and catch some snooze. He knew that it was very likely he would wake up to nothing, literal nothing, as his body would probably outgrow anything that could ​be​ outgrown. But that didn’t matter. Just as long as the Earth remained safe!

In retrospect, it should’ve been obvious that they would never be allowed to get away with destroying a ​literal mountain​ without someone along the line having some kind of problem with it. In all fairness, it did take several weeks before anyone was brave enough to try and press charges, but seeing as neither Spyra nor Volt were in any position to claim moral superiority, nor had any inclination to fight the legal system, they both chose to just take whatever punishment was handed out just so they could be done with it. As it stood, it took everyone on both sides an exceedingly long amount of time before reaching any conclusion, seeing as “destroying geography” wasn’t really a crime that the giantess could be prosecuted for. In the end, she agreed to simply piece the whole thing back together as her community service, in addition to wearing a limiter collar whenever she wasn’t working on rebuilding what she had destroyed; just as long as she did both of those things, then the two dragons ​should​ be fine. Volt, meanwhile, was a different story altogether. Seeing as it was the dragoness who had done most of the damage, he dodged the “biggest” punishments, only to be given one that, in his mind, dwarfed anything that Spyra had to do: a prohibition on treasure hunting. Seeing as that was one, his livelihood, and two, literally his favourite thing in the entire world, it was easy to see how it made him fall into a bit of a rut now that he had to stay at home and more or less do nothing for several hours a day. At least he managed to shrink himself back down without the use of a trinket, though it did take several days before he could even move at all, and he was kind of afraid of letting loose again after what happened back during his last gem hunt; it was quite likely he’d go completely insane with size if anyone poked the right buttons. So, with Spyra out trying to puzzle a mountain back together, and nothing else better to do, Volt lounged around in their living room, zapping through TV channels in the hopes of finding something entertaining. He didn’t have high hopes, especially since he hadn’t actually watched television in several years at that point, and so the hours whittled away excruciatingly slowly, while the dragon waited for a permission slip that he knew would take weeks, if not ​months​ to arrive; the local authorities weren’t likely to allow him a free pass any time soon. A couple of weeks passed, and even the few hours he had with Spyra every night just weren’t enough to stave off the growing numbness inside of him. Stuck at home with nothing to do and no prospects for anything at all beyond more sitting, he felt like screaming, yet lacked the fortitude and energy; he was about to do something drastic, maybe steal a car to go on a joyride just for the thrill of it, when someone familiar knocked on his front door. Eager to see if it was the mailman carrying his treasure-hunting permit, Volt rushed to his feet and practically slammed against the wooden doorframe, flattening his muzzle against the hard surface in order to check the outside. He was simultaneously disappointed and more excited than ever, as the person on the other side of the door was none other than Cynder, and ​goodness was she a lot… ​more​ than the last time he’d seen her. The dragoness had always been on the fuller side, to be fair; he knew that it was a sore spot for Spyra, at least until the gems took care of it, but he couldn’t exactly stop his body from having the reaction it rightfully should. Cynder’s body was a work of art, something that only appeared once in a blue moon, and yet she somehow managed to make it even better than it was before; Volt recalled her talking about taking up polymorphic magic, but he had never expected her to take that and turn it on herself. And yet, there in front of him, was the clear result of months, or even years of study, swaying and jiggling and wobbling with each breath, hands on a set of prodigious hips and her puckered lips ready to smooch whatever part of him would make him tremble the most. He didn’t even notice his hands opening the door, but it was hard to miss a pair of tits big enough to completely obscure his torso suddenly slamming into him, knocking all breath out of his lungs. Cynder was effusively happy, mostly from being able to show off judging by what she was saying, and refused to let go of Volt until she was sure he had “properly experienced” her body in its complete fullness. The dragon never did quite like that aspect of her personality, but found it surprisingly difficult to say anything to that effect when he was literally trapped by a pair of breasts that made it impossible to move. Hell, his own cheeks were both bright red and seemed to be on fire, with the dragoness herself constantly teasing him about how embarrassed he was; before he could mount a defense, she had already taken a step back, inviting herself into the house by hip-bumping the door close and heading to the living room. At least ​a tiny bit​ of Volt wanted to shout back at her and demand to know whose house that was, exactly. But the sight of her full ascheeks, jiggling like gelatin with each step, made using words… not an option. He still made sounds, and entirely undignified ones at that, but much as he wanted to protest, he just didn’t have it in him. Before he knew it, Cynder had sat down on the couch… which then immediately collapsed under her weight, prompting the dragoness to giggle and offer herself up as Volt’s new seating arrangement. Sighing, the dragon stepped into the room and surveyed the damage, rubbing his temple when Cynder’s eternal cheerfulness began getting to him. It was a constant battle between his immense desire to jump that beauty right there and then and the need to keep his house livable, a fight he wasn’t really sure he wanted to be there for; what with Spyra being busy rebuilding a mountain, he didn’t want to be the one responsible for Cynder needing to reconstruct a large portion of the town, to say nothing of whatever else might happen given how magically-infused her body was. To his dismay, the dragoness refused to be talked down from whatever it was she was planning, and instead kept insisting that Volt sit on her lap. The dragon did so, opting for the childish approach of just pretending like nothing was happening, even after the larger female began rubbing his head and cooing into his ear. What exactly happened, for a dominant male like himself to suddenly become the living toy of a giantess and another thick piece of dragon that wanted to be one? ​He​ was supposed to be in charge, damnit! “So, Cynder, what brings you here?” he mused, putting on the most disinterested tone he could muster, “I suppose you’ve heard about Spyra?” “Heard about her? Honey, everyone’s ​seen​ her already,” Cynder replied, giggling and redoubling her efforts to sink Volt’s body into her cleavage, “and since she’s off being busy with a jigsaw the size of a forest, I thought I’d come give you some company~” “And you didn’t think to do this before why, exactly?” Volt had hoped his deliberate rudeness would at least let Cynder know that, if he wasn’t exactly unwilling, he at least recognized that he couldn’t go wild like before. Unfortunately for him, the dragoness didn’t really give a damn, and even the pseudo-could shoulder he was giving her wasn’t enough to make her back away. “Well, I was kind of busy; I think you can imagine why, a body like this isn’t exactly easy to make or keep” - she punctuated her words by giving her tits a bit of a lift, ending up squishing both of them against Volt’s back. The dragon, for his part, had to take several deep breaths just to keep his pants from ripping themselves apart under the pressure from his growing rod - “and besides, I wasn’t going to take advantage of Spyra’s unfortunate situation right after it happened!” “And by saying that, you admit that you ​are​ doing it…?” “Well duh, it’s about time she ​shared​ some of that cock rather than keeping it all for herself!” The comment was so brazen and spoken with such little care for decency that Volt actually had to take a few seconds to process what he had just heard. In a way, it felt more insulting than anything else Cynder could’ve possibly said, what with the insinuation that Spyra was getting his shaft on a regular basis ​and​ that ​she​ was the one who decided who got it or not. Once again, it ​would’ve​ been enough to get Volt to kick the dragoness out, if not for the fact that his primal brain was yelling at him to take advantage of a very-obviously-needy female with assets unlike anything he’d seen before Spyra had her incident with the gems. As it stood, all he could bring himself to do was sit there and hope things would get better on their own. They didn’t. The longer he did nothing, the more opportunities Cynder had to take advantage of him, and before long, he was having to fight her just to stay away from her embrace; it got surprisingly aggressive after a point, which is why he supposed the dragoness stopped trying to glomp him into her tits and instead focused on giving him the tightest hug she could manage. She had both astounding stamina and never-ending patience, he had to give that to her. Others would’ve given up on a clearly lost cause long before it looked like she was going to, but she still never did; every time it felt like Cynder was finally going to back away, she just tried even harder to get him to pay attention to her, until eventually there was nothing left to do but press the issue. Contrary to what Volt might’ve thought, he was never really in control, at least not physically; the moment he sat down on the dragoness’ lap was the moment he gave up on leading their relationship, since Cynder was technically big enough that she could just pick him up with very little concern. Being a few feet taller than him and possessed of assets wide enough to bust through doors, it was therefore no big deal for her to get up and drag the dragon along with her, enthusiastically declaring that they were going to “experiment” out in a field. Volt protested, loudly wondering just what exactly Cynder had in mind, to which the dragoness replied that, after taking care of her body and turning it into the well-sculpted monument to obscenity that it was, she discovered something “new and exciting” that she was dying to try out. Much as the dragon tried to wrench it out of her, the dragoness was adamant in keeping her little secret, though she was decent enough not to leave the house until Volt agreed to go with her. It took about ten minutes of constant reassurance that it would be perfectly fine, after which the reluctant male sighed and went along with it, figuring that it’d be a better waste of his time than sitting around doing nothing in the house. Now, one of the things he hadn’t quite thought about was the fact that Cynder was completely naked; she was capable of teleportation, hence why he didn’t think it was odd for her to just show up at his doorstep like that, and lacked any and all sense of shame, hence why… yeah. He expected her to open a portal, or perhaps just transport the both of them to their destination, not to walk down the stairs and out the front door, emerging into the town square while still entirely nude and drawing every single pair of eyes around to her exposed frame. The second-hand embarrassment was strong enough that Volt felt his cheeks burn, with the dragon hissing a desperate “What are you doing?!” that was promptly ignored when the dragoness not only strutted down the road like it was perfectly natural, but even took the time to flaunt her tits and ass around, swaying her chest from side to side and even hip-checking a few people whenever she got close enough. The response to the show was… mixed, to say the least, with most of the bystanders condemning such a display of shameless behaviour, serving as a convenient cover for the few who, though they clearly wanted to get closer, knew better than to try their luck in public. Their protestations were as weak as Volt’s, their lust apparent to anyone who bothered to look, and rather than simply accepting it and moving on, Cynder ​had​ to take advantage of it. A few would end up on the receiving end of her ass or hips, knocked onto the ground only for the dragoness to giggle about how heavy she was. The few lucky ones got to experience the same thing as Volt, being dragged into her expansive bosom and squeezed down ​hard,​ with Cynder taking the time to rub her tits all around their body until they were nothing but putty in her hands. She ​dominated​ the crowd without even having to interact with most of it, and clearly adored every second of it, not caring about the fact that most of the people around her wanted nothing to do with yet another giantess problem looming over the horizon. Volt, meanwhile, had effectively ceased to have any kind of input whatsoever, and if not for the fact that he knew she needed his cock later down the line, he would have honestly felt like an unnecessary third wheel. As it stood, however, Cynder’s desires were as obvious as the pleasure she took in displaying her new curves; while the dragon knew that he was going to regret it, he didn’t exactly turn around or demand to be released either. The spectacle ended some time later, when the dragoness broke free of a couple of grabby dragons and moved to the outskirts, towards an open field that spellcasters often used to test their new spells and incantations. Whatever it was she was planning, it was either big, dangerous, or, knowing Cynder, some unholy combination of both; no one used that field unless whatever they were trying to do had a non-zero chance of flattening a large chunk of the town if it happened to go wrong. Judging by how sweaty she was getting, “flattening” would be literal in her case. “Alright, now that we’re here,” Volt finally said after being allowed onto the ground, “will you finally tell me what you’re even planning?” “Why tell you when I can show you, honey~?” Her words were terrifying and the implications moreso; the dragon was halfway to telling her to stop before the dragoness snapped her fingers, causing a small shockwave to blow out in every direction, knocking Volt flat on his ass a few feet away from her. For a moment, he dared to think that maybe that was it, maybe Cynder had just learned some basic telekinesis and wanted to show off. It’d be the end of it, they’d go home, maybe fuck, who knows? Of course, someone like her wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble just for a little trick like that. No, the impact was never meant to do anything more than give herself some room, because the dragoness began moaning loud enough for the town to hear immediately afterwards, brightening the blush on her companion’s cheeks when her body began to bulge out in every direction, though more in… some particular places. Volt couldn’t believe it; what had taken Spyra special gems to do, Cynder was accomplishing by sheer force of will... and probably dangerous magic; though nowhere near to the scale of the giantess working on rebuilding the wrecked mountain out in the woods, the “smaller” dragoness was nonetheless capable of making herself gigantic, easily big enough to completely smother Volt’s body with a single one of her tits… which she promptly proceeded to do, making it impossible for him to resist. “What I want from you, my dear Volt,” she declared, making it obvious that whatever it was she was going to say, it wasn’t going to be a request, “is for you to stop holding back and give me the same shit you gave to Spyra. Because I’m tired of that bitch getting all of that cock to herself, and I ​want​ some of it~” Once again, he wanted to say something to let Cynder know that’s not how things were, and yet again his body refused to obey him. How could it, when his shaft was being pressed from every direction by a pair of tits big enough to leave him completely buried? Before long, his pants were being shredded and his monstrous member was set free, letting Cynder know that her plan had succeeded with flying colours. She still didn’t pull herself back, probably wanting to see and ​feel​ just how big her would-be lover could get, and thus Volt just had to deal with his shaft growing increasingly larger while having none of the room needed to actually grow out properly. It was painful, and yet he couldn’t get enough of it. So much so that, much as he hated to admit he was doing it, he immediately tapped into his hyper powers and began pouring extra mass onto his turgid cock. It was as much instinct as it was a conscious decision for him; seeing a dragoness ready and willing to jump on it after growing that large activated a whole lot of automated responses in his lizard brain, and the only thing keeping him from going completely off the rails was the knowledge that he might just be given yet another limitation on how to run his life… and seeing as how his literal livelihood was on hold, he didn’t want to imagine what the next punishment would be like. Much as he’d like to maintain that level of lucidity, however, it just wasn’t at all possible; how could he keep a cool, level head when he was trapped in the hottest, sweatiest pocket of boobflesh this side of Spyra? Hell, even ​she​ wasn’t allowed to be that large unless she was directly working on rebuilding the mountain, making Cynder the only one who could reach those sizes, at least for the time being. While he was busy thinking about these things, the dragoness went to work readjusting her body so she could finally reach the prize she had been looking for all that time. With Volt’s pants having already been removed from the equation, it was as easy as shifting her tits around a bit for his gargantuan rod to suddenly fwip itself into a vertical position, straight into the warm, soft embrace of the giantess’ breasts; Cynder herself had a stronger reaction than the dragon did, the noises she was making powerful and lewd enough to break down whatever form of resistance was still keeping Volt back. It felt like a disservice to her to just… hold back. There she was, bigger than their house, and instead of giving her the one thing she very much deserved, he was trying to get away, just as he had before leaving the living room. And for what? Loyalty to Spyra? Fear of retribution? Nonsense, all of it. The fact that he had agreed to the initial punishment was in itself already an insult to the kind of power he wielded, and to his supposed dominance over those around him; why, exactly, did he submit himself to such ridiculous terms when he could simply… not? Who was going to stop him, exactly, when he commanded the loyalty and desire of two colossal beauties that could very easily be at his beck and call? The three most powerful dragons in the land, and they were supposed to follow the same rules as everyone else? Utterly preposterous. He knew it, Cynder knew, and Volt assumed that, on some level, Spyra knew it as well. He’d have to let her know that he had made that decision later, but for now, it was time for him and the dragoness smothering his cock to have some fun together without having to worry about the repercussions. Just as he had that thought, Cynder’s chin was poked by a suddenly-swelling mountain of dragon cock, pushing her tits apart and very nearly bruising her from the impact. It was his first real burst of size, enough to let Cynder know that, if she wanted to get the same kind of size and filling that Spyra did, she was going to have to ​work​ for it. The dragoness, meanwhile, took it as exactly the kind of challenge that it was; rather than being intimidated by a member that most others would flee from, she eagerly swallowed the first few feet of it, opening her mouth and stretching her cheeks out after forcing herself to take the full load coming out of Volt’s manhood. It was just pre, and already it was enough to start flooding the field around them, at least until Cynder decided it’d be a great idea to start guzzling it down like it was water in an oasis. The immediate effects were obvious, with her already-pudgy belly swelling a few inches with every mouthful; not that much considering how enormous she was, but seeing as how Cynder was needily gulping down so much of it that Volt felt like he wasn’t producing enough (a first for him, really), it stacked up very quickly. Soon enough, her stomach was bloated enough that her scales were touching the ground, and for once, her hands left her tits just so she could rub down her distended midriff, squeezing it down like it would do anything. Except it absolutely, totally did. Seeing as his cum didn’t have any kind of magical properties whatsoever, Volt could only guess that Cynder was deliberately tapping into the fluids stuffing her in order to fuel her growth; just as her belly began to flatten out, her tits covered him up even more, her ass caused the ground to shake once it slammed into it, and the less said about how impossibly flared-out and wide those hips were, the better. All of her was being fed by his pre, and the only thing Volt regretted about it was how he couldn’t see any of it. Still smothered underneath a pair of breasts that were each now large enough to completely flatten his and Spyra’s house, the only things that made up Volt’s world were soft flesh, smooth scales, and the unending sloshing of the currents of milk all around him. He couldn’t even hear his own balls, somewhere out the distance, being far too busy smushing his entire body against a tit that really didn’t seem to care for anything other than his cock; up above, Cynder, having already taken care of her newest proportions, allowed the tip of Volt’s manhood to pop out from her mouth, showering her back in his high-pressure precum leakage, and focused entirely on licking that titanic shaft, running her tongue from top to bottom… or at least what counted as the bottom, seeing as most of it ​was​ still buried by her bosom. Having inflated her tits to the size she felt was appropriate, just enough that she’d have to drag them along the ground were she ever to get back on her two feet (as unlikely as that scenario was), the next step was to make good use of that colossal shaft stuck between her two mounds. It was… harder than she thought it would be, in every sense of the word; not only was Volt’s cock girthier than she imagined it was, but her own breasts had grown so much that the dragoness was having trouble even moving them around, let alone lifting them for the titfuck she had envisioned. Trying to do so led to her straining her arms so much that they grew sore, and it quickly became evident that she needed a little something extra if she was to give that cock the love it deserved. Unfortunately, the time it took for her to come to that realization was enough for Volt’s manhood to grow out of her reach. It surprised her, it really did, but the moment she turned her head up to try and drink some more of his deliciously-filling pre, she found the tip to be far higher in the sky than just a few moments before; the dragon, not knowing just ​how​ large the dragoness was, had decided to go for broke and just make himself as big as he assumed Cynder would be at that time. With Spyra’s full size in mind, he just couldn’t help himself; the dragoness currently trying to make sense of how Volt had grown so much in so little time was left scrambling, trying her best to catch some of the rain of pre falling on her by opening her mouth and tilting her head upwards. It wasn’t the best of solutions, but considering how productive the male dragon was, it was still enough for her to bloat herself back up again in just a few minutes, giving her the raw material required to fuel yet another stage of her transformation. Truth be told, the initial growth spurt had taken most of her magical energy stores in one go; Cynder’s entire plan rested on the assumption that her tentative lover would be unable to resist her advances, succumbing to the overwhelming lust and giving her all the cum she needed to make herself even bigger, perhaps even surpassing Spyra! And while Volt hadn’t quite climaxed yet, his pre alone was more than enough for the plan to be considered a success… at least until he decided to grow ​himself​ out to the point where she couldn’t service him properly. It was a battle she couldn’t win and a race she was destined to come in last. With her milky tits making noise on one end and the dragon’s nuts being somehow louder just underneath her, getting a message out to Volt just wasn’t possible; and seeing as the dragon could ​feel​ as Cynder grew, the initial assumption about her size never went away, and rather than slowing down or trying to match her, the dragon just packed on even more mass than before, leaving the dragoness to use whatever bit of his fluids splattered onto her to try and make herself even bigger… which just made the whole thing start over again. After a while, she realized it was wasted time, and with her body itself having been given enough mass to work with, it was time for her to give that pillar some attention. Without anything to stand in her way, it was a simple matter of digging her hands into her soft breastflesh, releasing two rivers of milk in the process, lifting them… and then letting gravity do the rest of the work. There was no real care for Volt, whose body could very likely be flattened in the process, because Cynder knew he could use his own magic to protect himself… or so she hoped. There wasn’t a lot she could do to stop herself, what with her libido having spiked to an insane level, so blind faith would have to do; thankfully, the dragon had foreseen something like that happening, so when the first major titty collapse approached him, he sunk his body into the ground just enough for the enormous mass to miss him, leaving only his cock and balls to deal with the impact. And what an impact it was; the only reason his nuts weren’t being deflated with each stroke was purely due to how impossibly stuffed they were, and if not for the fact that his cock was so unbelievably massive that even Cynder had trouble dealing with it, he might just have climaxed right there and then; as it stood though, there was still a whole lot of work to go before he even got close to it, enough work that the dragoness herself began to wonder if Volt was even capable of orgasm. Ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, they went by while their surroundings were painted white and her back was coated in so much pre that it began to weigh down on her, and still Volt grew, and ​still​ he refused to cross the line and release his pent-up seed. Was it her fault, was it something she was doing? Cynder’s mood dropped rapidly once that thought entered her head, but it was rapidly replaced by something else entirely: an idea. Surely, the reason why he hadn’t blown up yet was simply because she ​wasn’t trying hard enough.​ It wasn’t a matter of quantity, but quality; Cynder had been using the same-old tricks for someone that was clearly of a much higher level of refinement than any of her previous lovers! It just wasn’t enough for him to get the biggest, best boobjob the world could offer him, she had to provide ​every​ part of herself to the growing dragon. And with her tits out of the way, and her needy slit being reserved as the final prize in the marathon, there was only one other option left. Heaving herself off the ground took a while, but as soon as she did, Volt was given the wonderful sight of that behemoth of a dragoness turning around, removing her leaking tits from sight (or not, seeing as they were several times wider than her torso) and replacing them with a pair of asscheeks that were each about as big, if not even bigger, than her breasts were. Cynder unceremoniously plopped her whole body down, immediately sandwiching Volt’s manhood in the colossal crevice between those two hills of pudge and hand-filling fat, very nearly sending the dragon flying off the edge with that single motion. Volt, meanwhile, was deliberately holding back, not for any of the reasons he might’ve had before, but purely due to his own, personal greed; he wouldn’t give Cynder what ​she​ wanted until she gave him what ​he ​wanted, and that was unlimited access to the one part of her designed to take that cock properly. Mercifully, the small window of time where the dragoness had to turn around was enough for Volt to notice the discrepancy between his shaft and Cynder’s size, meaning that while the giantess was still growing out from the mouthfuls of “rain” she was taking in, his own girth remained exactly the same. Wouldn’t want to be ​too​ big for her, now would he? What followed was much the same as before, only instead of milk-stuffed udders, it was just pure, hard flesh bearing down on him every time the dragoness bucked her hips in any direction. The thumping and slamming was enough to crack the ground around him, and Volt had to make constant adjustments just so he wouldn’t be flattened every time his earthen cocoon was threatened. To him, this was just a sign that he was doing things properly; every time those asscheeks fell, they were bigger than before, and soon enough his entire rod was being engulfed in their pudge, a sign that their two sizes had, at long last, been matched. Cynder realized this too, as she took the opportunity to plant her two feet on the ground and lift herself from the semi-crouched position she’d been in before; with her head at the same level as Volt’s cocktip, the dragon got to see as the giantess, high up above him, plunged his shaft into her throat once again, each deafening gulp helping her blot out the sun just a little bit more. She kept going, and going, growing larger and more gigantic, until finally she was satisfied; licking her lips, Cynder’s eyes glowed brightly when she looked down, giving him a devious grin that let Volt know that, much as he liked being in control, he was no longer the one who called the shots. Before he could do anything to stop it, she took a miniature step forward, straddling his rod and placing his tip between her legs, aimed precisely at where Volt wanted it to be. He fought against the need to grow it out himself, maybe give the dragoness a taste of her own medicine by revealing he still had far, ​far​ more stored away in him that even that sky-scraping cock would seem to indicate. But before he could do anything, Cynder allowed gravity to do its job once again, and in an instant, Volt felt the ​entirety​ of his shaft be swallowed up by a body that was... … well, he didn’t know what it was, because whatever it may be, it blanked him out from the overload. When he came to, he was looking at… something? It was Cynder’s colour, yet he couldn’t quite make out what it was supposed to be; it took a couple of seconds before it began rising, revealing that what he had thought was just part of the dragoness had actually been his cock’s bulge stretching her insides out so much that it actually covered his entire field of vision. Looking down, he admired his size; looking up, he admired ​her size.​ It was too much. He didn’t so much as whimper; whatever sounds he had trapped in his throat, they wouldn’t even compare to the noises produced by the final discharge, when he allowed his barriers to break down and the lust to overtake him. Cynder got maybe a couple of moments’ warning before the city-flooding jet of cum slammed into her cervix and then further onwards, painting her insides as white as the field was by that point and very nearly causing ​her​ to momentarily faint from the shock as well. As it was, though, she had enough of herself left in there to take as much of Volt’s rod as she could, hands flying to her belly in order to feel it stretch out with the countless lakes of seed being pumped into her. How long did it take? It was hard to tell. Minutes, maybe, hours? All either of them knew was that this was their life now, one of them clenching so hard he felt like he was being vacuumed out from the inside, while the other felt the exact opposite, being on the brink of bursting at any one given point. Cynder screamed out, demanding more, while Volt whimpered in response, too weak to do anything else but ride the wave and see where it took him. When it all ended, he had lost any ability to move, stand or… well, do anything but breathe, while Cynder’s body had effectively become majority cum by weight. Neither of them dared to move, knowing that the moment the dragoness lifted herself up from the cock bulging half of her body out, there would be no saving their town… if said town was even there at all anymore. There were naught but the sounds of breathing, one laboured, the other panting, while the two draconic symbols of lust tried to recover their strength. There was nothing left for them to do but wait… though for what, they didn’t know. Off in the distance, a set of footsteps was fast approaching, shaking the landscape itself as it ran towards them. How silly of either of them to assume that their little session of self-indulgence wouldn’t alert the one person with a vested interest in all of that. Volt was ​not​ looking forward to that night’s dinner.

All Alone Valune murred softly in hir enclosure. Shi was being milked again. Shi enjoyed being milked very much. The feeling of the warm suction cups applied to hir scaled breasts, the gentle sucking as they pulled out hir milk into the long clear tubes. Mmmm, and especially the long tubes they applied to hir twin cocks, eager to siphon off hir seed. It was the only time Valune was allowed to cum from hir maleness, the only time hir hemi-penis was allowed to be aroused. Otherwise they had the rings around hir cocks activated that prevented hir from becoming aroused, at least as a male. They let hir play with hir cunt and cloaca, as well as use hir for sexual gratification. Valune was of a race of creatures created originally as an experiment to test the limits of reproduction. Shi and all hir kin were capable of producing two litters of three or four offspring at a time. The children grew very fast, reaching puberty and sexual maturity in only a few hours, becoming fully grown adults in less then a day. They'd been mixed together from Renakana and Dragons and enhanced with a great deal of magical power. They didn't need to eat or drink, as long as they were mated regularly. They fed off sexual energy. With a concoction of a few common plants their natural reproductive capacity was turned off entirely. So Valune served as a sex toy and milk producer for hir owners. They had been assigned guard duty here, as the building the served as their barracks had an active portal in the basement to their queen's palace. It was a gate between there and this new, unexplored plane. They were to guard it while others explored and mapped the new area. It was a relatively untapped collection of resources. Not that Valune cared, shi just enjoyed being milked and mated. In order to be 'fed' properly, shi had to climax from hir male organs at least once a week, just as long as shi was mated once or twice a day. With a lazy yawn and a purr, Valune massaged hir breasts lovingly. Shi was well fed here, shi was even beginning to get a little bit fat. Shi mewled loudly, a lovely tight feeling in hir balls. With a sharp intake of breath and a soft gasp shi came, shooting jet after jet of stored up seed into the milking machine. It took a minute or two to fully drain hir stored up semen. Valune wondered what it would be like to be able to cover hir belly in hir own warm, white seed. With a sigh shi reluctantly detached hirself from the milking machine, waiting for one of hir owners to come back and turn hir 'cock-block' back on. Shi sat and waited, watching the soldiers in the hall running. Soldiers running? That was strange. Valune supposed that something was attacking and that they needed to deal with it. That didn't matter much to the hybrid, shi wasn't much of a fighter, more of a snuggler. Shi loved to cuddle. Shi supposed shi out to go find someone to turn hir rings back on and maybe feed hir a little bit. Hopefully shi could find one of the Renakana females, they liked to play and cuddle. As shi walked the halls, shi couldn't find a single person that wanted to play with hir, shi couldn't find hardly anybody at all. With a disappointed sigh shi decided to return to hir room, deciding to brush hir fur instead. Valune peered at hirself in the mirror, smiling as shi looked over hir body. Shi look pretty cute, if shi did say so hirself. Shi was big compared to most of the people at the base, though shi was actually considered tiny by female Renakana standards. Though that probably had to do with the fact that shi was more reptile then feline. Shi stood perhaps six foot eight in height, shi didn't know what shi weighed, shi had problems remembering big numbers. But it didn't matter, shi was cute and cuddly, and the people at the base fed hir very well. And why wouldn't they? Shi was a very beautiful mix of dragon, human, and feline, though shi got the last two from Renakana, but shi had the best qualities from them as well. Valune had pretty lavender scales on hir underbelly, soft and smooth. Six perfectly sized breasts, just right for rubbing, or cupping, and just big enough for titty fucking. Valune wondered what it felt like, since shi wasn't allowed to play with anybody as a male. Shi wondered what it would feel like to feel a slick tunnel of soft scaled flesh around hir members. Shi has gorgeous, shiny fur, black with bright blue stripes. It was soft and silky. Valune liked to pet hirself sometimes, shi also liked to clean hir fur, licking at it with hir rough, forked tongue. Shi had a flowing mane of pretty purple hair, a startling bright shade the color of wildflowers. Shi wore it loose, a flowing cascade of long, sparkling purple. Shi had a pretty face that had a short feline muzzle, filled with well cared for white teeth and studded with long white whiskers. A pair of long, graceful horn spiraled back from hir temples, though they'd be prettier if hir owners didn't file their points down to bluntness. Shi extended hir majestic white membranous wings, purring softly at the sight of hir massive wingspan. Hir draconic tail twitched happily. Swinging it around, shi nuzzled the large fluffy tuft that adorned the last few inches of its length and beyond. Shi ran a hand through hir hair with long violet claws. Hir reflection looked so beautiful, Valune just wanted to reach out and grab hir image. To kiss it, pet it, love it. Shi loved hir owners dearly, enjoyed the attention they gave hir, but what shi really wanted was one of hir own species. A mate. The hybrid walked over to hir bed, curling up atop the covers for a nap, covering hir muzzle with the soft tuft of hir tail. Valune fell quickly into a deep, restful sleep, waiting for someone to come to play with hir. Several hours later shi awoke, yawning and peering curiously around hir room. Shi felt well rested, strangely no one had come to play with hir. Curious, shi walked out into the hall, hoping to find someone to feed hir after a good long nap. Shi always woke up hungry after a nap. Valune was confused, shi couldn't find anybody in any of the places they'd usually cluster. Nobody in the barracks, nobody in the mess hall, not even anybody on the guard towers. Shi couldn't find a trace of a single person around anywhere. Shi took a seat on the crenelated fortress wall, peering out sadly across the landscape, looking for one of hir owners. Shi sat there for a long, long time, waiting for someone to come home. No one came. Valune began to cry, shi couldn't be alone here, could shi? Did they all die? Eaten by some awful monster? Shi couldn't see any bodies out in the field in front of hir. Maybe they all ran away and left hir behind. But why did they do that? They loved playing with hir, mating with hir, snuggling with hir. They loved it when shi licked them, when shi sucked them, when shi made them feel so good with hir paws. Why would they leave their favorite pet behind? Valune wasn't supposed to go near the portal place, but it was the only place shi could go to make sure. Shi had to know, shi had to make sure. If it was still there, someone was still around and they could punish hir for breaking the rules. But if there was no portal, then Valune had been punished already, left alone forever and ever in this place. Hir tears continued to flow as shi ran through the base, leaped down stairs a flight at a time, barreling blindly ahead through the darkness until shi reached the door to the portal room. The heavy dark metal doors where hard to open, but after a minute or so of pulling, Valune managed to open one of them wide enough to allow hir to squeeze inside. A sob escaped hir throat. The soft green-blue glow of the portal was gone. Shi felt along the wall for a torch, and finding one held it in front of hir mouth, expelling the small stream of fire that was hir draconic breath weapon. Shi mewled sadly at what shi saw. The stone arch that had played host to the portal was in ruins, fallen apart and shattered on the platform. A choked sob escaped hir throat as shi fell to hir knees. They had left hir behind. They had forgotten about hir, abandoned hir here. Tears ran down hir muzzle and began to puddle on the floor beneath hir. Why? Why had they gone away without telling hir? What had shi done wrong to be left out? Why didn't they want hir to come back with them? Hadn't shi been a good pet, a loving pet? They didn't want hir anymore. Crawling over to the arch, Valune tried to put the stones back together, shi just couldn't be stuck here to starve to death! But the stones refused to stay together like they had when the portal was active. The poor dragon-cat curled up in the wreckage of hir only way home and pondered hir fate. Shi could keep hirself alive by masturbation, but that wouldn't make much sexual energy. Shi had perhaps a year to live if shi brought hirself to climax five or six times a day, maybe a little longer since shi had been well fed. Valune tried to remember anything shi might have done to deserve this, some horrible thing that shi would be deserving of this slow death by starvation. Shi couldn't find a single thing that even came close. So hir owners had just not wanted hir anymore. Had shi gotten too old? Too big? Too fat? Why didn't they want hir anymore? It wasn't fair! Shi had been a good girl, shi had done everything everyone had asked of hir. Shi lay there, sobbing for a long time, how long shi didn't know. Shi picked hirself up, still sobbing, and began to walk out of the portal room. They didn't want hir, and so shi shouldn't stay here, just in case they came back. They'd have a new pet, one that wouldn't disappoint them like Valune had. Shi would would go find a new place to live for awhile, until something ate hir, or until shi faded away from a lack of feeding. Maybe shi could find a new owner, or at least a playmate. If shi had to, shi'd mate with an animal. Maybe shi could find a leopard or a puma here to play with? Renakana occasionally mated with lesser creatures, though most other races found it absolutely disgusting. Valune didn't care how 'people' felt, if shi had to birth kittens for a beast to survive, shi would. As shi walked out of the gates and out into the large flat field that the fortress stood on, two words kept circling over and over in hir mind. Birthing Kittens. Birthing Kittens. Birthing kittens. Kittens, wouldn't shi just love to have kittens? Hir tummy swelling to roundness, tiny little mouths suckling at hir breasts, little furballs mewing softly, crawling over their mother. Tiny kittens purring softly as shi cleaned them with hir tongue. Kittens that would grow up, grow bigger, grow stronger, grow into adults. Adults that would love their mother, cuddle and snuggle with hir, never leave hir all alone to starve to death far away from hir real home. They would never leave hir in a place shi didn't know. They would never run off and leaving hir sobbing, wondering how shi was going to be fed. They would feed hir, and shi would feed them. Valune thought back to the last time shi had taken the potion that would prevent hir from having kittens, yesterday morning, wasn't it? Maybe a little longer. Shi had to take it every day, so shi ought to be able to become pregnant now. All shi needed to do was to find a male. Yes, a male to fill hir full of sweet little kittens. Shi had the means to feed, and the rid hirself of the crushing loneliness in hir heart, all shi had to do was find one male creature big enough to mate with. Smiling, Valune spread hir wings and took to the cloudy skies, searching both for a mate and for a new place to live. Shi found the latter quickly, a canyon opened wide below where in ages past a river flowed. The water had long since dried up, and the canyon floor was filled with soft sand that felt nice on hir paws as shi landed to look around. The river apparently had branched, one branch going underground. There was a cave leading downward, the opening more then big enough for Valune to fit inside. A loud rumble filled the air, and a sudden spot of dampness appeared on the dragon-cat's muzzle. It had begun to rain, the cold, wet precipitation driving Valune into the cave. "Hello?!" shi called out, hoping that the cave wasn't occupied by anything mean. After a few yards, the cave widened, into what was once an underground lake. The cave was empty, Valune couldn't even hear the chirpings and squeaks of bats in the ceiling above. Shi had all the time shi needed here, unlike the dark portal room. Shi could wait for hir eyes to adjust to the darkness. Laying on hir back on the soft sand of the cave floor, shi began to purr softly, imagining what it would be like to be loved by one of hir kittens. They would kiss, exploring each other's mouths. Then slowly they would begin to lick the other's fur, laying down and slowly changing position until they were both muzzle to crotch. Mmmm, that would be lovely. Valune's paw found it's way to hir crotch, where shi slid fingers into both cunt and cloaca. Hir daughter would begin to lap at hir sex, while Valune would take hir cub's maleness into hir mouth, teasing it with hir long, rough forked tongue. They would begin to purr softly, mother and daughter, loving and feeding and mating with one another. A sudden unfamiliar feeling snapped Valune out of hir fantasy, a warm, hard ache of need. It was like when shi had lovers stimulate only hir pussy for a week, like the burning desire that filled hir cloaca when it demanded to be caressed. But it was too far forward, so what could it...? The hybrid laughed, shi had hir manhood held captive so long, that shi had begun to think of hirself primarily as a female. No one had turned the rings around the bases of hir twin cocks back on, and so as hir arousal rose, so did hir slick black lengths. Valune grinned widely, shi didn't need a male! Shi WAS a male! "I've wanted this for so long..." shi purred, pulling hir paw out of hir female sexes, beginning to stroke a shaft with each paw. Shi had dreamed, not long ago, of what it would feel like to spill hir seed onto hir smoothly scaled belly. Feel the warm goo squirting onto hir, laying back as it began to cool, dipping a finger in it and bringing it to hir mouth to partake in the sweet salty taste of hir cum. It was almost enough to make hir weep tears of joy, shi was finally able to play with hir cocks whenever shi wanted, not just milked and drained once a week. Purring, shi slid the inactive restraints off hirself, throwing them off into the dark. That felt so much better. Shi continued to purr, humping gently against hir paws as shi jerked off. The sensation of soft leather pads against hir cockflesh, rather then the unloving caress of a machine was almost too much for hir. The black flesh felt nice in hir paws, and flexible too. Valune couldn't remember ever getting to play with hir male sex like this before. Mostly hir cocks rested inside hir sheath, except for hir once a week milking. They felt hard and rigid, but still able to bend. Shi wondered something for a brief moment, before twisting a cock, filling hir cloaca with it. The feeling drew a gasp from the dragon-cat. "So this is what it feels like to mate a female." shi whispered softly, stroking one cock as shi mates hirself with the other. Shi only wished that shi could mate hirself with both cocks. Shi curled hir tail up between hir legs, shi hugged it tightly with one arm, making hir cock sink as deep into hir cloaca as it would go. Shi began to stroke hir second cock. It felt so good, better then anything shi had ever felt by hirself, or even coupling with one of hir owners. It felt so right, like this was something shi had been meant to do. Shi was rapidly reduced to a state of pure animal lust by the mind-blowing power of the shivers of pleasure that raced through hir body. Hir tongue lolled from hir mouth as shi began to pant, arching hir back and thrusting into the air. Valune leaned hir head down and stretched hir neck as far as it would go, suckling on one of hir breasts, delighting in the sweet honey-like taste. Shi began to stroke hirself harder, faster. Yes... so good... so wonderful... so perfect. Shi howled as shi came, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. Valune felt the familiar feeling of hir cloaca filling with seed, the sensation of both femsexes gushing forth their stores of femcum, and felt the delightful warmth of hir seed spilling onto hir belly. For a moment shi just lay their, panting. Shi gathered the seed on hir tummy into a paw, and began to finger hir cunt, working hir seed up inside hirself, pulling it into hir womb with rippling muscles. Valune began to purr as shi felt a soft tingling inside of hir. Shi watched in rapt fascination as hir tummy began to swell with pregnancy. Shi purred and rubbed hir belly, feeling it expand under hir paws. "Hello, kittens." shi whispered to hir tummy. "I can't wait to see all of you." Within a few minutes hir belly was so big Valune couldn't see hir toes. It was so big and round. Valune just lay back, purring, as hir belly continued to grow ever so slowly, nowhere near as fast as before. Shi put hir paws underneath hir swollen gut, cradling the heavy weight of hir twin wombs. Humming softly shi settled into a euphoric state, content to lean against the cave wall and snuggle hir still expanding tummy. Shi slowly began to drift downward into a deep sleep. Shi dreamed of warm fur, soft pawpads caressing hir, tiny mouths suckling at hir gently. The feeling of a warm wetness coating hir tail awakens hir from hir trance. Hir eyes widened in surprise at the sight of hir tummy, it was big enough to hold Valune hirself. Shi purred happily as a pleasant tingling appears in hir cloaca. Arching hir back shi moans, feeling an egg pressing up against hir cervix. Hir body seized it, pulling it down with strong, well practiced muscles. With only a small effort, hir first egg slipped out, rolling off hir tail onto the soft sand of the cave floor. A second followed, just as large as the first. They were both the size of a big watermelon. Shi expelled a third with a minimum of effort, it was tiny, perhaps half the size of the other two. It didn't matter how big they were, shi loved them all the same. Valune was almost disappointed that hir belly had shrunk with the birth of hir eggs. Shi still had a few cubs inside hir to be born. It would take a few hours for hir cubs to develop, both those in hir eggs and those in hir belly. Purring shi began to lick hir eggs clean. "Beautiful babies, such wonderful babies. Are you going to grow up to be big and strong, hmm? Are you going to help care for your mommy?" Valune coos. The dragon-cat went to caress hir belly, rub hir paws over the wonderful roundness, when shi noticed that hir breasts looked swollen. Shi ran a violet clawtip over one gently, gasping at how sensitive they were. Hir nipples looked deliciously puffy, as if barely unable to hold back the milk within. With a soft squeeze a steady flow of milk leaked from Valune's teat. The soft touches and the sight of hir massively pregnant tummy were enough to send Valune into another fit of lust. Shi found hir inflated incredibly sexy. Shi felt hir pricks begin to grow erect again. Shi purred happily, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of hir manhood becoming aroused. Shi wrapped a paw around both shafts, stroking them lovingly. Shi wanted to feel hir hot seed on hir pregnant belly, all of it this time. Or maybe... yes... Valune rolled onto hir tummy, hir hyper-sensitive nipples rubbing against the soft sand of the cave floor, the gentle rubbing sending a thrill through the dragon-cat's body. Valune twisted hir tail, filling hir cloaca with half of it's length. Hir femsex longed to be filled as well, moaning softly shi picked up the small egg and began to work it in and out of hir dripping pussy. "I hope you don't mind, little one, but your mommy needs something hard inside hir." shi purred, using hir egg as a dildo. The smooth shell of the egg pushed into hir with very little resistance as hir precum coated it, lubing it up for easy penetration. Shi moaned loudly as the egg suddenly seemed to get warm, very warm. It began to wiggle deliciously inside it's mother. It was incredible, the feeling of each and every sensual part of hir body being stimulated simultaneously. Shi could only imagine what it would feel like, being like this with a cock buried in each of her female sexes, and hir own maleness buried into the cunt or cloaca of one of hir daughters. Maybe laying on hir back, fully grown kits licking and sucking on hir nipples. The dragon-cat howled once again as shi came, but the elation that shi felt vanished when shi heard a loud CRACK! from hir nether regions. Horrified shi rolled onto hir back, hir paws darting to hir crotch, dreading the feeling of gooey yolk and shattered shell. Shi pulled the cracked egg out of hir, but didn't find the oozing amount of yellow shi expected. Instead shi saw a tiny black, purple, and violet kit peering up at hir from inside the eggshell. Quickly pulling the shell apart Valune cradled hir first born. Shi was so tiny, and so beautiful. The tiny dragonkit purred softly, looking up at hir mother with gorgeous blue eyes, just like hir mother's own. Valune licked the remainder of the egg fluids from hir daughter, and nuzzled the little kit's tummy with hir muzzle. "I don't know what to call you little one, I've never been very good with names. Hmmm..." Valune thought for awhile. "Erona?" shi tried the name out on her tongue, a feminization of the Renakana word for one. The kit mewled happily. "Erona it is then, little kitten." Valune cooed, bringing hir daughter's mouth to a nipple, where the kit began to drink eagerly. Moaning softly, Valune's other paw crept to the opposite breast, teasing hirself as hir beautiful firstborn nursed. Shi watched hir child's tummy begin to swell with all the nourishment inside. Erona drifted off to sleep with hir belly about the same proportion in regards to hir tiny body as hir mother's own pregnant tummy. Shi snored softly as shi slept. Valune just sat cradling hir first kitten for a little while, feeling happy and proud. Erona was so small and cute, a miniature version of hir mother. Hir claws where tiny and blunt, and hir horns were just little nubs, but the rest was there, including a tiny sheath. A soft scaled lavender belly, soft black fur and blue stripes. Valune hoped that Erona would grow to be just as sexy as hirself. The soft tingly feeling returned to hir crotch, followed by a gush of fluid onto hir tail. Setting Erona down in the sand nearby, Valune prepared to push hir kittens out of hir womb. With a tiny push the first kit slipped out of hir birth canal as if going down a slide. Valune cut the umbilical cord with a claw, licking the kit clean of hir fluids. Recalling the Renakana word for two, she again converted it into a name. "Deti." the dragon-cat said to the larger kit, identical to Erona in looks, but a bit bigger. Shi pulled hir kit to a breast, where shi began to feed as hir sister was born. "Kezi." Valune names the second kit expelled from hir womb, repeating the process shi'd done for Kezi. "Lashi." shi purred at the third. The hybrid felt disappointed at the sight of hir rapidly deflating belly. Shi wanted to be big and pregnant again as soon as shi could. "Jegna." shi named the fourth, and hir last. Hir tummy was still a little bit swollen, but not as much as Valune would like. Shi purred happily, four little kits drinking their mama's milk. A pair of soft mews drew Valune's attention, hir last two kits struggling out of their eggs. Shi picked them up and put them into place on hir two remaining breasts, at which the kittens sucked hungrily. Valune just lay on hir back, wrapping hir wings around hir kits and purred happily. The sight of hir first litter wriggling and suckling and snuggling was beautiful, and so erotic. Valune felt hirself becoming incredibly turned on by hir cubs tiny mouths and tongues. "Diru and Disa." shi named them. A pleading "Myeah?" came from next to hir. Erona looked up at hir mother, crawling towards Valune. The kit had grown a bit, almost the same size as hir littermates, but still small. Shi licked hir lips hungrily. "I'm sorry, kitten, but I don't have any place for you to... mmmmmm!" Valune moaned softly as hir daughter pounced onto hir, Erona taking the head of one of hir mother's cocks into hir mouth. Erona held on with tiny paws, pulling hir mother's maleness against hirself. "Oh... oh kitten!" Valune mewled, the rough kitten tongue on hir shaft driving hir wild. Shi gasped as Erona twisted hir tail around, the tiny tail slipping in it's entirety into hir mother's cloaca. Shi began to pant as hir daughter slipped hir tiny maleness inside hir mother's waiting snatch. Feeling the suckling motions ceasing from hir six kittens, Valune gently sat them onto the ground next to hir, where they curled up into a sleepy pile. Shi stroked Erona's hair gently, rubbing behind hir ears, drawing a happy purr from hir daughter. "Oh Erona, you make your mommy feel so nice." The kitten grew very quickly, already larger then all of hir sisters. Perhaps two feet tall. Valune realized that Erona was being fed as shi was, through mating. Mother and daughter purred loudly, enjoying their coupling. Erona gently mated hir mother, bring both more pleasure as shi grew. Shi began to stroke Valune's second cock with a paw, eyes closed, nursing from hir mother's manhood. "Fuck me, Erona! Fuck me harder, make me cum kitten! Make your mommy cum!" Valune purred, hir paws rubbing over hir daughter's head and back, the kitten's tiny wings flapped gently as shi thrust in and out of the bigger hybrid. Valune heard hir daughter squeak softly, pressing hir crotch up against hir mother as hard as shi could, putting hir tiny maleness as deep as shi could go, hir body tensing as shi cums. Tiny needle-like teeth tickled Valune's cock as hir daughter bit down a little bit, drawing a loud moan from the adult dragon-cat. Erona wriggled and bucked, trying to draw hir mother into reward hir with hir creamy seed. The tail writhing in hir cloaca had hir nearly to orgasm, Erona took hir mother's cock as deep into hir throat as it would go was enough to set Valune off. Valune howled as hir climax stuck, shooting hir seed down hir child's throat, covering hir head and back with the jets of cum from hir second member. Erona swallowed greedily, feeding off their climaxes. The kitten began to grow rapidly, nearly doubling in size. The kitten pulled out of hir mother, crawling up Valune's chest to stare into hir mother's eyes, kissing hir deeply. The big dragon-cat returned the kiss, wrapping hir wings around hir daughter and pulling hir close. The two lay in an embrace for a moment, before Erona pulled away. Shi dropped to all fours, holding hir tail in the air. "Mate me, mommy. Make me your female." Erona purred. Valune wrapped hir arms around hir daughter, cupping hir budding breasts, nibbling gently on the nape of hir daughter's neck. "I will, kitten, I will." Valune purred, using a paw to stroke hir dual shafts. "I want you, mommy, I need you inside me." Erona pleaded, rubbing hir bottom against hir mother's half-erect cocks. "Ssssh ssssh sssh, kitten." Valune cooed, slipping a shaft into hir daughter's cunt and another into hir cloaca, drawing a soft moan from Erona. "Oh, mommy, fill me up! I need your seed!" Erona begged. "I promise, Erona." purred Valune, cupping Erona's breast with one paw, and wrapping the other around hir daughter's own cocks. "Yes, mama, yes!" moaned Erona, caught in the pleasures of hir first female mating. Valune mewled loudly, Erona was so tight! The sensations were new to both mother and daughter, Valune never having mated an actual female with hir cocks save for hirself. "Oh Erona, you feel so good on my members." Valune purred to hir child. "Your cocks make me feel good too, mommy." Erona purrs back. The two hold their bodies close, daughter wrapped hir tail around hir mother's leg, mother wrapping hir wings around hir daughter. Both begin to pant, to moan, the powerful pleasurable sensation overwhelming them. "C'mon, mommy! Cum for me, fill me up!" Erona howls. Valune could only pant and moan, hir daughter milking hir dicks so nicely. Erona threw hir head back, twsiting hir long neck. Mother and daughter entwine tongues, kissing as best they could. Valune could see the lust in hir daughter's eyes, can see the need to have hir seed. "Gonna cum kitten, gonna... GONNA..." Valune gasped. Mother and daughter roared with orgasm, Valune filling Erona's cunt and cloaca with hot, sticky dragonseed. Quaking with the power of their climaxes, the two fell to the ground, rolling onto their sides, cuddling. Valune could feel Erona's body growing, maturing into hir full adult state. Erona made an excited squeak, watching hir belly swell along with hir body. "Mommy, I'm gonna have kittens too!" shi purred excitedly. "Thank you, mommy." Erona says, hugging hir mother with one arm, slowly stroking hir expanding tummy with the other. "Oooh!" Valune purrs, feeling hir own belly beginning to expand. Valune sits up, watching hir daughter, now hir own size, the kitten's breasts growing bigger, filling with milk. Erona looks up happily at hir mother, "I'm full of your kittens, and you're filled with mine. This feels so wonderful, mommy." Erona purrs. "I know my kitten, I love it too, having a big round belly full of life." said Valune with a smile. "You look so sexy full of kits, Erona." "You too, mama." Erona replied, pulling hirself up to sit next to hir mother and lean on hir shoulder. Valune is astonished to find hir kitten is bigger then shi is, by at least six inches of height. The two snuggled together, their bellies expanding with kittens. A sleepy yawn attracted the attention of both. One of Eroan's littermates has woken up. The remaining six kittens had digested their meal of milk and were now half grown. They were almost impossible to tell apart to anyone else, but minor differences in muzzle shape, horn position, and stripe placement make it easy for Valune and Erona to tell the kits apart. Kezi nuzzled the two egg born kits, Diru and Disa, awakening them. Diru climbed on top of hir sister, the two sharing a kiss. Stroking hirself to arousal, Kezi entered both hir sisters. Lashi and Deti awoke, laying opposite ways. With curious tongues and paws they began to explore each other. Jegna mewed softly, getting to her feet, looking for a partner. Finding everyone occupied the kitten's eyes began to tear up. Shi mewled sadly, looking at hir sisters all occupied. Her gaze turned to hir mother and older sister, and shi scampered toward them. "It's ok, Jegna, you can play with me, sister." Erona purred. Jegna mewed happily, slowly lowering hirself onto hir elder sister's shafts. Valune found hirself growing aroused once more at the sight of her kittens playing with each other, they all looked so happy. The two egg-born sisters were primarily occupied with snuggling and kissing one another, cuddling happily while Kezi mated their cunts. With so many sex organs Lashi and Deti were having quiet a time exploring each other with their forked tongues. And hir oldest and youngest, fully grown Erona, and little Jegna. The kitten pressed up against hir big sister's tummy, tongue lolling out, a look of bliss on hir face. Valune smiled down at hir kitten. "Here daughter, let my use that mouth of yours." Valune says with a smile, placing hir paws on Erona's shoulders, allowing Jegna to take hir cocks into hir mouth. The cavern filled with the purring of eight hybrid creatures, mating and snuggling and feeding off the energy produced by their acts. Within an hour eight fully grown and pregnant hybrids, nearly identical in appearance, lay snuggling together, all deliciously pregnant, curled around a clutch of eggs, awaiting their hatching. Erona gasped softly, hir paws darting to hir belly. "Just push, kitten, push gently, it's easy." Valune purrs to hir firstborn. With a soft mewl, Erona expelled hir first kit. Shi peered down at hir daughter with awe and wonderment. "Oh, mama, shi's so beautiful. Thank you!" Erona whispered, stroking hir mother's muzzle with a paw. Valune picked up her grand-kitten, cleaning hir up and handing hir to Erona to nurse. "I think that once our kittens are fully grown up that we ought to go out and explore this place, it's our home and we should know as much as we can about it." said Valune, to the nods of all hir kits. The elder hybrid looked over hir brood, smiling. Shi felt complete. Shi had a home. Shi had a family. In hir eldest daughter shi had a mate, and hir mate's kits in hir belly. Shi had a whole world to explore, a world that belonged entirely to hir and hir offspring. A happy mew escaped hir throat as shi felt the now familiar tingle of birth. Looking around shi saw hir kittens entering the stages of childbirth as well. As shi looked over them, Valune knew that shi would never go back to being someone's pet. Shi had more then shi needed here, hir kits would never abandon hir, they would never hurt hir, they loved hir and shi loved them. "I love you, my kittens." shi purred. "We love you too, mama." they all answered, each and every one of them bathing in the love and affection of hir sisters and suckling kittens.

Infected The television images flashed, fuzzed out by censors that no longer understood that censorship was never going to matter anymore. Mary looked up as she entered the room, a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches in hand. “Turn that off, I’m sick of it.” “What? It’s the news, it’s important.” Tyler said as he reached for the remote, at least acquiescing to turning down the volume some. “It’s not, really. I mean, how long have they been talking about this now? It’s worse that that pandemic thing.” She said sliding in against Nikki who shuffled over on the couch slightly to make room for her roommate. Tyler’s eyes rolled back a bit. “It is important. I mean do you want your tits to suddenly have pussies? Besides, it’s the first confirmed existence of extraterrestrial life.” Nikki snickered. “Horny extraterrestrial life. We finally find some and all it does is fuck.” Mary shrugged as she took a bite of her grilled cheese, while offering the other to Nikki. “Doesn’t seem that bad to me.” “I swear, you’re incorrigible. Next thing I know you’re going to tell me you went out and get yourself infected intentionally.” Tyler snapped back at her. Mary just gave him a cold stare. “What if I did? What would you do about it? It’s my body, after all! I can do what I want with it!” “And risk infecting everyone you knew? I sure as hell don’t want to wake up with a cunt one day.” Tyler threw the remote at Mary, who deftly dodged the device. “Why? You’re already kind of one.” Mary sniped back. “Fuck you.” Tyler stood and stormed off. They heard the screen door slam, leaving them alone in the house. Nikki finished her sandwich. “You two really need stop being assholes to each other. I mean, it is a thing.” She grabbed the remote from where it had fallen and snapped the TV over to something more interesting to her. A show about serial killers. “Oh, I know it’s a thing, but he’s been a real jerk lately.” Mary said, finishing her own and downing the last of her can of coke. “I just think he and everyone else are overreacting. It’s not like anyone is dying.” The shorter blonde nodded as she licked the crumbs off her fingertips. “I know, but it would be weird, suddenly not having nipples and all.” “I think it might even be fun.” Mary said, turning to her roommate. “Having an extra clit or two would be way more interesting than a set of nipples.” “Ugh, but think about it, three times the periods.” Nikki made a face. “Nah, you don’t get periods from them.” Mary said quietly, her hand behind her back gently undoing her bra strap, letting it slip down under her sweater. Nikki’s eyes narrowed, “Wait, how would you know?” Mary didn’t say anything for a moment. “Oh, shit.” Nikki said. “You didn’t? Did you?” “Well, maybe.” There was a sheepish look as Mary hauled up her sweater, letting her bra fall the rest of the way loose and exposing the twin mounds on her chest. Nikki just gaped for a second as she stared at the ruddy dark slashes that had replaced her friend’s nipples. “Wait, no… I don’t want to.” “Yes, you do, it’s wonderful. I promise.” Mary’s hands had already grabbed her much smaller friend as she swung her leg over top, pinning Nikki to the couch. Maybe if someone had been home besides them Nikki’s shrieks would have mattered, but no one heard them. Mary’s hands deftly pulling up Nikki’s tee shirt exposing her breasts, their nipples rose perkily into the air. “Almost a shame, you do have such incredibly nice nipples.” Mary said as she ran a thumb over them, feeling them snap back to attention with each flick. “Ah, no, stop!” Nikki flushed, her arms struggling with the much larger woman pinning them back. She could see a writhing in the flesh of Mary’s breasts, a squirming as something trying to disgorge from the new openings. “Shh, it’s okay. It feels good, I promise.” Mary shifted to bring her breasts up against Nikki’s. She could feel the squirming that just sent shivers through her as the parasites began to emerge from her breasts. Their tips expanding into a flower-like maw that subsumed the entirety of the curve of Nikki’s breast into it’s odd maw. The nipple at the very center. Nikki’s shrieks changed, shifting from panic to moans as she felt her breast flesh warp and change under the creature’s strange touch. The feeling of parts puckering in, opening, and swelling as something disgorged from the creature’s mouthparts into her waiting new cavity. It sank heavily into the breast tissue, settling there. Nikki’s mind barely comprehended what had happened as the nerves only routed feelings of pleasure to her brain. All she managed to do was moan slightly as she panted for breath. Mary pulled gently back. The creatures snapping back with a pop, before wiggling back into her own breasts, leaving twin trails of ooze dripping down her front. Between her legs as similar drip had formed, one that she wanted filled but had no ready solution to, save for her fingers, which she quickly plunged into the neediness that consumed her. She wondered if she could get a wriggly alien for her original pussy too. Nikki awoke from her stupor to find Mary huffing above her, her hand deep in her crotch, her breasts dripping onto Nikki’s own chest. “What?” She stammered, seeing again the twin slits that dominated the huge mammaries. “Oh, no.” Her hands reached down, cupping her own breasts, feeling the sudden shift as the new holes spread open under her fingertips, each incredibly sensitive, complete with their own nubs at the tops that shot jolts of pure pleasure into her brain. “Mary, what did you do to me?” “The best thing ever.” She panted as her body began to shake and quiver with orgasm. “Oh wow…” *** *** *** Tyler opened the door. The house was silent. “Nikki? Mary?” There wasn’t any answer. He turned on a light, heading for the bathroom only to feel arms wrap around him. “Hey, wait a sec… Mary? Is that you?” “Hey there Ty, just figured we’d welcome you home.” Mary gave him a kiss on the neck, along with a little nibble. “What are you doing? Are you drunk?” Tyler struggled a bit, but not hard, it wasn’t like they hadn’t gotten freaky a time or two before when one of them had gotten a little too drunk. “Maybe a little,” Mary cooed behind him. Tyler could feel tugging at his pants. Looking down her could see Nikki pulling at his button, quickly dislodging the jeans, and pulling them and his boxers to his ankles. “Um, Nikki?” His cock sprang out, ready and hard. She grinned up at him. “Well, Mary and I were talking, and since you’ve been such a cunt to us the last few weeks we thought you deserved to have one of your own.” “What?!” He screamed, his brain processing what was likely about to happen. “You’re infected?” “And in a few seconds, you will be too.” Mary said in his ear. He struggled, but she was bigger and stronger than him. Her arms grasped tightly around his kept him still as Nikki slowly rose, lifting one of her new breast pussies to his hard cock. Her breast squirming as the newest hatchling extended it’s mouth, taking in his manhood in the best deep throat he’d ever felt. “No drooling there, Ty, we’re not to the good part yet.” Mary said as she held him still, watching curiously as the creature extended further from the petite blonde’s swollen breast. It’s dark purple ochre color glistening with juices that dribbled down from the opening. Soon it had taken all of his cock, not that it was an impressive cock, maybe only five inches, but the creature was hardly any bigger itself, yet it continued to engulf more and more of the man’s groin, slowly consuming the testicles too. Tyler’s eyes were already rolling back as he moaned and squirmed. Mary wondered what he was feeling as parts of his body shifted in ways he would never have imagined. Nikki only smiled, her mind almost broken with the feeling of bliss that was emanating from the creature as it poured chemicals into her body and his. Her own hands hung on to his hips loosely for support, even as she tried to rub her pussy against the back of her legs, desperate for additional stimulation. Soon the creature pulled free again, a soft popping noise as Tyler sagged in Mary’s arms. His body shivering with new sensations. His new anatomy pink and raw from the changes plump and puffy between his legs. Nikki giggled and ran her finger over the large clit and extended wings that drooped from the new folds. “It’s so soft.” She cooed. “I want to taste it.” “Go for it.” Mary said devilishly, having to hold Tyler upright was beginning to strain her arms, but she was enjoying this too much. Tyler’s eyes only fluttered slightly, his body already overwhelmed as Nikki put her lips to the new opening and went to town with a gusto that Mary had never expected of her roommate. A moan escaped his lips as she explored the folds with her tongue, letting him know that his body would never be the same. Deep inside, his own new equipment was already beginning to pump chemicals into his body. Mary gave him another kiss as she let got, sending him sagging to the floor. “Don’t worry Ty, we’ll teach you all the ways that this is going to be a lot more fun to be roommates. We promise.” Nikki just wiped the excess juice on the back of her hand and licked her lips at the idea.

((Sorry, hit the word limit again)) Jack had lost count of the amount of times he’d written down those words or some variation thereof. Ever since he’d met Sam via a mutual chat group for those interested in extreme sizes, the two of them had spent a significant chunk of their time interacting with one another coming up with brand new and innovative ways to make one another blush heavily at the words they wrote on the screen. Playful teasing inevitably led to foreplay and then eventually to full on kink roleplay, which itself had a consistently high chance of breaking through the chat program’s limitations on how many words could be written down on one single message, forcing the both of them to use text processors and then copy-paste chunks of their next reply. It was… an interesting way to interact with one another, especially once they began discussing the possibility of bringing it outside the realm of the purely digital. In the few occasions where they interacted for long periods of time without it descending into some kind of lewd exchange, the two of them found out they actually lived quite close to one another; or, more accurately, the “country home” that Sam called his own was close enough to Jack’s apartment that the latter could easily get in his car and drive out to meet his newest friend without having to waste too much gas. The dog found it odd that the lizard on the other side of the screen chose to live almost completely isolated from the rest of society, especially in an area of the county that was mostly just woodland, but as they themselves put it, they enjoyed their privacy. It was a topic that occasionally came up as the two slowly worked their way towards asking one another something they’d been meaning to for a while, yet never found the courage to really take the extra step to actually put out into the world, until one day Jack decided to throw caution to the wind and force the issue. “So, when are we meeting up then? xD” It was a simple question, and indeed Sam’s reaction in his own home was to just flinch slightly at the openness of it before his mind immediately went to a lot of places that left his cheeks burning and his mind racing. It’d be disingenuous to claim that he hadn’t considered the possibility of inviting the canine over to his place, given the impossibility of him going to theirs, but to have Jack ask the question took care of whatever concerns he might’ve had about whether or not they were enjoying their newfound relationship as much as the lizard himself was. It was a weight off his shoulders, if nothing else, and gave him the confidence boost needed to start making some real plans, even if he still hadn’t broken the most important bit of news to his soon-to-be-guest. In all honesty, he didn’t even know how to do it, hence why he’d made it a consistent theme in every single roleplay session the two had engaged in. Surely, if he introduced an element that felt fantastical and unrealistic and Jack replied by not only being fully on-board with it but even suggesting a few “improvements” to really spice things up, then surely this meant that he was slowly easing the canine into accepting the concept in general, thus softening the impact for when the two met face to face and the dog was suddenly made aware that it was a lot less fantasy than it first appeared. Truth be told, how else was he supposed to do it? Every time he’d tried to claim it was true beforehand, his words had been dismissed as just empty bluster, even having led to a few friendships being broken because people didn’t believe him and Sam himself frankly didn’t have a camera with a wide enough lens to fully capture his whole glory; thus, his decision to try and sneak the truth into this carefully-woven narrative the two had crafted to enjoy themselves during their free time. Sam had a problem. Or rather, he had a unique condition that the world in general made a problem, given that it just wasn’t built for people like him; there might be hypers out there who were quite large, even a few macro-level individuals that needed entire apartment blocks to house them just to keep them out of the elements, but those were standard stuff, nothing but volume to worry about. The main problem with Sam was that his body in general was perfectly normal, only scraping out of average territory by virtue of being more toned than most people’s thanks to his strict workout schedule; the issue was his cock, which was… hard to describe. It was as if the universe had taken the words “trouser snake” and decided to make it very much a literal reality in the lizard’s case, except this snake was less a python and far more of an upscaled titanoboa, being of a size so immense that there really was no other choice for him other than to have his own place built to specification. It wasn’t like other hypers, who could at least try and keep themselves contained via compressor gear or extremely restrictive clothing; every time Sam tried the former, his body reacted by expanding violently, even if temporarily, and the thought of even experimenting with the latter made his skin crawl at the notion of shoving that monstrous shaft into… well, anything. He appreciated his freedom, especially given that the sheer size disparity between himself and his dick was such that it often served as an improvised form of locomotion for him; all Sam had to do was heave himself up in the air and then that thing, prehensile and fully controllable as it was, could easily be used to move his entire body around, even managing to swing him between trees or rapidly slither on the forest floor. More than once, he had been confused for a snake by someone out in the distance, and more than once he found pictures of himself in websites dedicated to cryptids, invariably attached to long-winded articles about a “prehistoric mega-snake” that lived in those woods, evidence for which always ended up being a blurry image with extremely low resolution. Still, it was enough for Sam to start wondering whether he should put up signs indicating where his property line started, because the last thing he wanted was for someone to find out that this “snake” was actually his dick. Still, this was just a minor concern in the grand scheme of things. At the present, his biggest issue was that his house was starting to feel a bit empty after so long living by himself, and the thought of having Jack over was enticing in far more ways than one; sure, the two of them were probably going to end up just fucking for hours on end, but before they got to that it was quite likely that they could squeeze some time together just chatting about mutual interests, or maybe even snuggling on the couch if the canine so felt inclined. And even after they were done exploring every avenue of carnal pleasure possible, what was stopping them from getting a bath together, then enjoying a good meal, cooked with fresh ingredients from Sam’s own vegetable patch? It was a bit of a domestic fantasy, yes, but one that was entirely within the lizard’s reach, one that he did not intend to let go of if he had the chance to hold on. So the two made plans, exchanging schedules and arranging for Jack to head out to the dirt trail that led up to Sam’s place, where the two would meet, exchange pleasantries, then head over to somewhere even more private than out in the middle of the woods. This wouldn’t be the case, obviously; the lizard wanted to surprise his soon-to-be friend with benefits, not simply have them drive up to the edge of the greenery to see a colossal, snakelike shaft waiting for them. Thus, when the day came and Jack sent them a message letting them know they would be there within approximately ten or so minutes, Sam didn’t get up from his chair; rather, he had his cock pull his chair over to the security monitors he kept on a corner of his bedroom, where he eagerly waited for the camera feed to show him something, anything driving up to front gate. Almost exactly six hundred seconds later, the practically-still image was disturbed by the appearance of a motor vehicle, which slowed to a crawl in front of the chain-link fence before a very confused-looking canid opened the driver’s side door and stumbled around looking for where Sam might be. Chuckling quietly to himself at the sight, the lizard leaned onto a microphone and pressed the intercom button, seriously spooking Jack when he spoke up to let them know that he was “unfortunately preoccupied” with preparing for their day together, and was extremely sorry that he couldn’t meet him out there at the front gate. He also let them know they were free to bring the car over and leave it parked in front of his place, in addition to a few extra things that left the dog feeling so hot and bothered that their blushing was almost visible through the black-and-white camera feed in the few seconds before they stuffed themselves back into the car. It was a little white lie on Sam’s part, but he figured Jack would be okay with it once he saw just who and what was waiting for him. Meanwhile, the dog in the car was beginning to think that he might’ve bit off a bit more than he could chew the moment he saw that Sam’s place, rather than being an actual country home, looked more akin to a massive industrial warehouse that someone plopped down in the middle of the woods and then seriously refurbished to make it look like a large residence, complete with a garden, a small farm patch, and even what looked to be a workshop with power tools and a few broken-down engine parts. The whole thing seemed entirely out of place in the woodlands it was constructed in, and appeared to come straight out of some odd, post-apunkalyptic show or video game rather than being something that an actual person lived in. Still, the “house” was there, Sam had talked to him over the intercom, and there was indeed a garage that he could park his car in (which was odd, given the lack of any other vehicles around), so despite his concerns, the canid turned off the engine, left his vehicle, and then slowly made his way to the double-wide front door. He was almost afraid to see what might be waiting for him inside. He’d never actually seen pics of Sam before, only gotten references to him being a “lizard with a large lizard”, something that never failed to make him cringe and yet laugh at the same time; he was expecting an eccentric young man with an extra-huge satellite dish attached to the side of some random farmhouse with a large barn next to it, not… whatever this was. It was therefore with a non-insignificant amount of trepidation that he walked up to the door and knocked on it a couple of times, then stood back to wait for something strange to happen and completely knock the wind out of his sails. Which, to be fair to him, did actually happen; just not in the way he was expecting it to. Jack had seen his fair share of dicks in his time, sometimes in person, sometimes not. He’d seen them all: micro, macro, regular and everything in between and without. But the last thing he expected to see when that door was opened was a very large, very drippy, very clearly glazed cocktip taking up the entirety of the now-open doorway. He managed to see this for the five or six seconds he had before it lunged forward, seemingly possessed of a mind of its own as it wrapped around his entire body, its thick, leathery surface tight against his chest and legs, constricting both his movement and ability to breathe. The canine didn’t know whether to be mortified or positively thrilled; on the one hand, he was suffocating, on the other, it was a gigantic, snakelike member that was doing it, leading to some incredibly confusing feelings roiling around inside of his head. These would be resolved after he was pulled inside, the sunlight vanishing in favor of more artificial one as he emerged into what looked to be some kind of massive expo hall, or a cutaway of a gigantic dollhouse, or something in between; there was drywall everywhere, he could see plenty of rooms wherever he looked, and for some reason there were metal bars jutting out of random surfaces at extremely odd angles, all of which were things that Jack was just barely aware of given that he was still being compressed to the point of being barely able to think straight, let alone inhale or process any complex emotion beyond panic. All of it would eventually stop though; the dog’s journey brought him through multiple different rooms until he realized he was being taken down a flight of stairs, at which point a trapdoor closed above his head, even more lights were turned on, and he found himself… in a very large bedroom. It was enormous, easily as big as his entire apartment put together, even if the furnishings were about the same size as his own, barring the king-sized bed of course. There was a lot of empty space to go around with random amenities thrown into it, like exercise equipment, bookshelves laden with comic books, and a whole gaming setup covering a significant portion of one of the walls. It was like visual noise, loud enough to overwhelm him, with the only thing capable of keeping him tied to reality being that gigantic trouser snake that refused to let go of him. It was only after Jack tried to look up to see where it was coming from that he noticed that it was, indeed, attached to someone, not just some kind of monstrous autonomous phallus: there, lying down on the bed with a single raised eyebrow and an expression that could charitably be described as alluring, or perhaps even charming, was a lizard, hopefully Sam. Once more, this left the dog even more confused than before, because he was very certain the two of them had actually roleplayed this exact scenario beforehand, blurring the line between reality and fantasy to such a degree that he began to wonder if he was even still awake. A few more seconds of failing to breathe properly answered that question for him, as did Sam’s worried look after realizing he had gone a bit too overboard on how tightly he was holding onto his visitor. The lizard broke out into a myriad of apologies as he commanded his limb-like cock to soften up slightly, letting go of Jack’s chest so the poor guy could actually inhale properly rather than take short, raspy breaths that had left him tunnel-visioning and about to scream for help. Even then, there were still a lot of answers left to give, because one didn’t just get yanked off their feet and flown through a warehouse in the middle of the woods by a cock the size of a giant snake without having at least some questions about the whole process; to his credit, Sam listened patiently and didn’t interrupt even when he figured he should, deciding it’d be best to let Jack get everything out of their system before saying anything. Jack himself didn’t stop until nearly ten minutes later, most of which was spent barely making sense as his words mingled together into a confusing, almost impossible-to-understand mess that the lizard nodded along to. Only after the canine stopped talking for more than ten seconds did the homeowner open his mouth, and even then only to say: “Yeah, my cock is this big.” Six words, only five of which mattered, and none of which were in any way reassuring to the many, many concerns still swimming in Jack’s mind. Yet somehow, despite how useless that response was, it actually did manage to assuage some of the dog’s worries to some degree, at least enough that he allowed his muscles to relax… though just a bit; he was still being held by the same dick that raised all the questions to begin with. The canine gestured towards the ground, only to be carried over to the bed instead, where that distressingly-prehensile appendage nimbly placed him right next to the lizard it belonged to, undoing the knot placed around his chest and deftly slithering away as if friction was just a suggestion. It was literally like one of the many fantasy scenarios the two of them had played out in their roleplaying sessions, and now Jack began to wonder just what else was true, especially once he dared to look down and confirmed that yes, Sam’s nuts really were about as big as a cock of that size would suggest. Suddenly things weren’t quite so simple. “Am I gonna get an answer, or…” Jack tried to say something, but had to trail off as soon as he saw what Sam was doing. It felt unnatural, to a degree, to see that gigantic cock slowly make its way up into the air from behind the lizard, quietly rustling along the carpet before its tip raised itself like some kind of incredibly oddly-shaped cobra. There wasn’t a lot that could be said there; Sam himself kept his single raised eyebrow and a smarmy grin stamped on his face, as if he knew exactly what was going through his visitor’s head (which, to be fair, wasn’t exactly difficult to guess), while the prehensile phallus above him moved about hypnotically, practically taunting the canid with how much it could accomplish given its elasticity and apparent length. Honestly, it was only at that point that Jack actually bothered to try and measure it, but as soon as he noticed that the tree-trunk-thick member left Sam’s groin, made its way over the bed, towards the middle of the room, then turned back around and still managed to nearly reach the ceiling as it loomed over him… well, suffice it to say that the blush on his face was significantly brighter than any of the lights shining from up above. Why ask for an answer when none was necessary? That cock was there; time to use it properly. The thought of snugs or cuddling very quickly left both of their minds once Jack began to haphazardly remove his clothes, Sam’s being nude helping quite a lot seeing as he could now help his lover du jour. All the while, the lizard kept his fifth limb firmly where it was, “watching” over them as it dripped dollop after thick dollop of precum onto the both of them, leaving their bodies nice and shiny by the time they were both fully exposed. Poor Jack could do little more than stare upwards at that thick, meaty snake, his hungry eyes doing all the talking for him as they grew wider the closer the cock’s tip got to him; with a little boop on the forehead, Sam clearly displayed how much power and control he held over that thing, before having it pull back… and then immediately lunge forwards towards his guest. The canid flinched reflexively, but as soon as he felt the warmth of the pulsating, throbbing dick envelop him, he knew he was in good… alright, not hands, but close enough. He even managed to wriggle a bit now that Sam figured out how tightly they could hold him without it being painful, hoping to play a bit into their mutual kinks as he pretend-struggled against the immense phallus “holding” him in place. It was, to a certain point, genuinely unnerving to see that thing move; from the way it slithered around with no resistance, it felt like it should be slimy, but instead was nothing if not warm and solid to the touch, barring a few precum smears. It should be heavy, seeing as how it was thick enough to take up the whole back portion of a car, and yet it moved with a kind of agility that a proper serpent would display, despite being… well, a cock. A metaphorical serpent perhaps, but not a literal one, and yet somehow its motions were as graceful and entrancing as the real deal’s. Jack didn’t have a lot of time to wax philosophical on the nature of dicks though, given that the one grabbing him seemed to be finding new and inventive ways to squeeze as much air out of his body as it could under Sam’s watchful eye. One could be forgiven for thinking the lizard was firmly in control of the situation, but in reality, the inviting grin and the tantalising sideways pose were merely a facade, a ruse meant to lure his lover into a false enough sense of security that they would finally close their damned eyes and enjoy themselves so that he himself could let loose a bit. Having to prepare everything and wait for the right opportunity was hell for Sam, who found that the closer he felt the canid getting to him, the harder it was to contain himself; he was already significantly larger than his flaccid state, having easily gained a good ten or so feet of length on his cock and about five or six on each nut, and actually grabbing onto the canine’s fuzzy body had only made this worse. Now that Jack was there in front of him, fully accepting of their fate and perfectly at peace with being slowly squeezed by a shaft as titanic as that one, the only thing Sam really wanted to do was… let go. Let go and grow, finally allowing himself to feel all the sensations he’d been repressing up until that point for the sake of setting up and springing the surprise he had planned. No reason to keep those things bottled up, not now that the cat was out of the bag; best to let them wash over him, to let them fill his form and well up before heading down, the bedroom very quickly being filled by the low, groaning moan of stretching leather, and the creaking of wooden boards as the bed he rested on began to notice that the weight on top of it was reaching critical levels. Sam couldn’t help it though, it was stronger than him; the moment he broke down his own barriers and let the horny take over was the moment he started gaining inches with each heartbeat, thickening up in addition to lengthening out, with both of his balls filling up to a nearly dangerous degree. This was in spite of him being in full flow already; his cock might be twisted into a complicated pseudo-knot around Jack’s body, but it was so thick that it barely even mattered, giving his pre plenty of room to be pumped through the damned thing’s full length and straight onto the dog’s head, seeing as the lizard made sure to keep his tip at showering distance. The bed wouldn’t be lasting much longer, but that was fine, as he could always just build a new one; or, better yet, order something that could survive more than half of a sexual encounter, because the amount of wriggling around that Jack was getting to, not to mention the sounds coming out of his throat, fully convinced the lizard that this was not something that should be kept as a one-off. Oh no, the dog was going to stick around for more, he’d see to that himself; not that it was that difficult, given that the canid was firmly stuck somewhere they couldn’t escape from, but it was always nice to have a plan going forward. Almost as nice as what was going on with the cock holding Jack in place, because there was no stopping it now that things were progressing at full speed. Sam had done his best to hold back and contain himself, especially given that he wanted to make sure his partner was fine with what was about to happen, but now that he had confirmation and didn’t need to worry anymore, limitations and self-imposed restrictions felt… unnecessary. And with this new mindset came a certain amount of freedom, freedom to expand his horizons in a very literal sense; after all, his snakelike limb had already grown several feet purely out of anticipation, so having his lover there all wrapped up and snug in its coils could only lead to one place: more growth. Growth that insisted on spilling over to other parts of him that were also dangling between his legs, growth that very quickly asserted itself and needed Sam to help guide it to keep the dog from suffocating beneath burgeoning coils that could barely be controlled. The lizard could only dig his fingers into the mattress as he slowly moved himself so his chest would be facing the ceiling, giving him a perfect view over what was happening so he knew where to direct his cock for maximum effect… and coincidentally letting him see just how enormous it was getting and how much of a problem it was turning out to be. Truth be told, he hadn’t had anyone in that bedroom for a very, very long time, long enough that his shaft hadn’t been nearly as large as it was nowadays; so, to look up at himself and see that not only was his cock already big enough to loom over the whole bed, but did so after coiling around it and several bits of furniture left Sam unable to think things through properly. All he wanted was to grow even bigger, thicker, longer, stronger, to have that serpentine manhood of his fill up the entire room and then keep going until both Jack and himself were buried underneath it, until the walls themselves groaned from the strain of having to keep him in there… and this wasn’t even touching on the fact that his nuts had burgeoned outwards as well, picking up in mass and filling at an equally fast rate compared to the cock they were pumping pre and cum into. The bedsprings had already given up the ghost by that point, loudly snapping in half just as the bed’s frame itself cracked into pieces from the weight, even if most of Sam’s dick was technically on the ground and held in midair; those balls alone, looming and massive, big enough that it was doubtful that their owner could even walk anymore, were heavy enough to completely wreck the wooden boards and send the lizard and the mattress he was on careening towards the floor. Then again, this hardly even mattered; by the time the impact coursed through his body, Sam was focused exclusively on getting as much of his cock around Jack as possible, a difficult task given that it was becoming so thick that any knot it could make would be bigger than the dog himself! A dog that was in such an overwhelmed state that he couldn’t even do anything at all. He’d love to wriggle around, play the part of the helpless victim for his dearest Sam, but really, how could he when every inch of him was being smothered by an increasingly viscous and cum-glazed titan-sized snake? The lizard was lucky that their lover was even conscious at all, with Jack having to fight against his own arousal trying to blank his mind out every other second in a desperate attempt at preserving whatever was left of his battered psyche. Having to deal with a fantasy kink scenario in real life wasn’t something that the canid expected to do within his lifetime (at least, not outside virtual reality), and while the two of them had plenty of experience imagining what such a scenario would be like, now that he was having it happen… to say that it was “better” would be an insult to it, because “better” implied that the two things were somehow comparable, when in truth the real deal was so far beyond Jack’s ability to describe it that the only thing he could do was drool and moan as whorishly loudly as he could, knowing that no one else but Sam was there to hear him. What else could he do? It wasn’t as if he could move, that cock wasn’t letting him; Sam wasn’t about to relinquish his hold over him any time soon either, and Jack himself didn’t want them too either, leaving the two stuck in a tug-of-war that neither of them wanted to win and yet had to play anyway while making some of the lewdest sounds they had ever heard coming out of either of their throats, all while the room was filled by the gurgling of the lizard’s cum factories and what sounded like that gigantic shaft slithering and crawling against itself. It was everything that Jack could’ve ever wanted, hence why he’d probably already discharged a couple of times already, but even his copious loads failed to even begin to compare to what his partner was producing. Even at the size that he was at, Sam was still more than capable of flooding his whole room, hence why he had drains installed on the floor just in case he produced a bit more than usual overnight or happened to get lost while exploring his own body. These drains were designed to take him at his worst, but they failed to account for any situation where the lizard was so unbelievably aroused that his shaft simply grew over the grates and prevented them from venting any of the cum that he so handily spurted onto every single surface; despite the length of his snakelike limb, the pressure of each load as his nuts clenched to deliver it was enough to get a long, wide spurt of his seed to splash against whatever his tip was pointed at, mostly the ceiling or one of the walls, very occasionally slathering Jack up in a shower of spunk that left the poor guy reeling and begging for more. Not a lot Sam could do to stop it either; he had lost control of his own productivity and the only way to fix that was to blow his gasket and vent all of it… which was a slight issue considering he still wasn’t anywhere close to climax. ‘Twas a slight problem that came with having a dick that large and that malleable, that the bigger it got, the more stimulation it demanded before it reached its limit and the floodgates were opened wide. And with Jack being such a wonderfully warm, fluffy, fuzzy squeeze toy, especially one that insisted on trying to move around underneath that cocoon of cockmeat he was buried under, Sam found himself constantly egged on to provide more, even when the dog was already completely buried and all the lizard could do was add more layers of his shaft onto the thick knot keeping his lover in place high above him. With the atmosphere heating up from all the musky scents emanating from the both of them, not to mention the copious amounts of fluids leaking all over the place, Sam was stuck in between a constantly rising sense of arousal and an equally-burgeoning cock demanding ever more. It was an unstable equilibrium that couldn’t really last for much longer than a few minutes, but those were the best minutes that either of the two males had ever experienced in their lives. Jack, trapped underneath multiple layers of cockflesh, writhing and squirming around and over his body, unable to move or even breathe properly as every single smothering and hyper fantasy of his was brought to life. Sam, powerless to stop it as his cock practically developed a mind of its own, growing and thickening until it occupied most of the bedroom, snaking along the ground, against the walls and even slamming against the ceiling at some points while gallons of his spunk coursed through its long interior and blasted against whatever that body-sized cocktip was pointed at; his nuts, too, inflated beyond belief, so large that they threatened to bury him all by themselves if he didn’t do something about it, all while the lizard very much did not want to do anything about it. The orgasm sneaked up on him before he even knew it was there, running into him at full-speed and knocking every ounce of oxygen from his lungs as soon as Sam opened his mouth and let loose the loudest screaming moan that he had ever had the pleasure of manifesting, his whole body, cock and balls included, trembling for half a second before it went silent… and then promptly roared back into action as those colossal cumtanks of his clenched so hard they lost almost a foot of circumference just on the first go, pumping goodness knows how many gallons of cum straight through his gigantic manhood. These would take a while to get to the very end of it, giving the lizard’s balls further time to clench and tighten again and again, more and more loads being queued up in a way that would make even his already enormous release and flooding look like nothing in comparison; by the end of it all, the whole room was going to be caked in a thick layer of spunk, every electronic piece of equipment would need a replacement, and the clean-up post-facto would probably take days… but Sam didn’t care. How could he, when it was exactly what he had always wanted? To stop it would be a disservice both to himself and to Jack, the poor little canid whose body was so wracked by pleasure that they had already emptied out completely, their cock twitching in the small amount of room it had to do so as it failed to pour anything out, leaving him high and dry while surrounded by a gigantic hose-like cock that was itself so stuffed that the canine could barely even hear his own thoughts from how loud the cum currents were… exactly the way he liked it, the way he’d dreamed of and envisioned it, brought to life so he, and only he could experience it. Sam, meanwhile, was barely there at all; his mind was a complete blank, his muscle memory and instincts had taken over, and now all that was left to do was lie there and wait for his cock to empty out the room-dominating pair of nuts pumping out load after load. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was exactly what he and Jack both wanted; after all, they’d spent months going through that exact same scenario, in addition to a few other similar ones, in their private messaging to one another, so surely neither of them would really mind if they remained “trapped” there for the foreseeable future. No need for any concern, no need for any worry, no need to think about whether or not they’d be able to disentangle the cock knot and let Jack get away from it, just the everlasting, ever-present warmth of a titanoboa of a shaft constantly dumping gallon after gallon of hot, tar-like spunk all over the remains of the bed, Sam himself, the ground and whatever else happened to be in the way. Just the sounds of sloshing, of churning, of the stretching of skin and the slithering of scales as that gigantic manhood slowly thickened for every second of climax. Just the two of them, together at long last, waiting for it all to be over so they’d be able to bask in the afterglow. Whenever that happened to be.

“So... explain to me again why you decided this was a good idea?” At no point did the feline think they’d ever have to question why their roommate-slash-lover decided to take time out of their lives to fill their ass up to the point where it was now, but there they were. In the short span of two months, the Rena had gone from completely flat to carrying around a bust that made them bump into things on a regular basis, resulting in not only a significant uptick in the amount of moaning per day, but also ensured that trying to live with them in the house rapidly turned into some kind of ironic hell. Had anyone asked the lynx, before all of this started, if they would’ve minded if Spikes decided to “grow up” a bit in the bust area, they might’ve actually said they welcomed the change, maybe even would’ve encouraged it. Being a shapeshifter themselves, it was of course natural for them to be more open to radical bodymodding; it’d be complete hypocrisy otherwise. On seeing what became of the Rena, however, that attitude and outlook were challenged and strained to the breaking point, until eventually they found themselves being the voice of reason between the two of them. And when Tim was the voice of reason, things were truly halfway to hell. Spikes had grown to a prohibitive size, in that moving around in any space not specifically designed for hypers made life hell for him… or would, if he didn’t love every second of it. It was honestly disconcerting how little the impediment actually worked as one, given how eagerly the Renamon threw himself into just about any activity that might have the most remote chance of squeezing him or making those creakers produce their trademark noise; rather than demonstrating the slightest amount of care for a pair of tits that were very obviously hanging on the very brink of stability, Spikes demonstrated a frankly stunning lack of care for his own personal safety, often requiring the lynx to hold him back from doing something particularly stupid, such as trying to ride on bumper cars or wrapping rubber bands around himself. For Tim, it had turned into an endless marathon, one that saw its finish line move further and further away the more he tried to get to it, leaving the lynx feeling so exhausted by the end of each day that they just felt like sleeping every time the Rena wasn’t in the house or by their side. At some points, it felt like babysitting a toddler, it being that Spikes had completely lost any sense of self-control and was governed almost exclusively by whatever random whim popped up in his head. It was therefore with a certain measure of annoyance that Tim had to remind themselves that this had been one of the reasons the two of them even got together; if not for that spark of madness having been clearly visible, even back when the Rena was flat, the lynx doubted the two would ever have gone on to live together like they did. They just wished they didn’t have to constantly be worrying about bursting, truth be told. And then, the Rena came to them loudly announcing they intended to go even bigger than they already were, an endeavour that not only they would “never ever super duper ever” be dissuaded from, but which required active coordination from the both of them thanks to its requirements. At the size he was at, Spikes could no longer simply inflate himself to an even larger shell grading; his entirely artificial tits just weren’t stretchy enough to accommodate the amount of saline he wanted to pressure-hose into himself. Thus, rather than stopping, like most sane people would, the Rena instead procured a special lotion, courtesy of the medical staff, that was designed to make his skin be more pliable the longer it was applied. Now, this wasn’t an immediate effect, as Spikes himself pointed out; the lotion needed time in order to work its magic, time in the order of days or weeks, during which it had to be applied multiple times daily, at the exact same intervals, in order to maximize its efficiency. And seeing as how the Rena couldn’t be trusted to do that without losing himself to the pleasure of rubbing his own tits, it fell on Tim to make sure things were done properly… which obviously meant taking up responsibility for applying lotion whenever needed. The first few times this had to happen, it was at least ​bearable​, if nothing else. Spikes still moaned like a slut, as befitting someone who took every opportunity they had to make their roomie’s life a living hell; their sensitivity wasn’t even that high, but the Rena insisted on being as loud as possible just to make the whole rubbing be even lewder than it already was. It made for an interesting couple of hours every day, when they had to walk into the bathroom and go through the complicated process of getting whatever Spikes was wearing off of him just so he could air-dry, but as the first few days turned into a week, Tim had to put their foot down. Truth be told, they were enjoying it a lot more than they let on, to the point where they’d already synchronized their inner clock to the lotion rubbing sessions; whenever they began feeling friskier for no real reason, they knew Spikes wouldn’t be too far away, ready to tell them they were due for a good rubdown. That said, the lynx could no longer deal with the overwhelming amounts of horny that flowed between the both of them, and thus imposed a brand new rule: there would be no more direct rubbing from that point forward. Of course, the alternate solution was just as bad, if not even worse: rather than applying the lotion directly, Tim instead had to fill up the bathtub high enough that the Renamon could lean over the edge and bathe his tits directly in it, a move that not only made them go through several times more bottles than they should, but didn’t really change much of the issues that made them change approach in the first place. Unless they wanted to suddenly spend several hundred dollars every week in lotion every week, the lynx still needed to slather some of it on the Rena’s rotund creakers, just not as much as before, while Spikes kept on moaning just as loudly as they always had been. The one consolation that Tim had was that their partner promised to take a very long break in between their planned upgrade and the next one, even assuming there ​was​ another one down the line; with the fill-up they were intending to get it was very likely that their life would be too heavily affected for them to afford going even larger. Despite their obvious desire to keep going until they could barely move (if not even beyond that), even the lust-filled Renamon had to admit that some measure of normalcy was required in order for him to carry on with his life; had to keep his job, after all. Thus, Tim was content in the knowledge that, after the Rena’s implants were pumped fuller, then they’d at least get some wiggle room away from their partner’s constant, incessant need to make the cat feel like they were hanging on the edge with every step they took. It was such a relief to finally make the drive over to the clinic, thinking to themselves how, after the new creaking got old, the two of them could get some rest and appreciate some decent peace and quiet. The lynx even dared to smile as they perused through some old magazines, waiting for Spikes to leave the operating room. Unbeknownst to the feline, the Rena had no intention of living up to his promise… not yet at least. They ​did​ say that there wouldn’t be any more rubbing of lotion after their breasts were pumped fuller, but at no point did they tell Tim their next operation would be aimed at their breasts​ specifically. In fact, they had no intention of filling their tits up until ​at least​ a month or two from that day, precisely so they could take advantage of the lotion’s stretch-enhancing capabilities to ensure they could go even further than normal. No, that day’s appointment was directed at an entirely different, yet no less arousing part of himself, one that had been neglected for quite some time after Spikes embarked on his titty quest, hence why the lynx was already waiting for him with an angry look on his face and a tapping foot when they left the operating block about five more hours after they “should” have. “Because I had a chat with the clerks and they told me you weren’t getting a fill-up on your implants,” Tim continued, “so I need you to explain to me why you thought it’d be alright to lie to me!” Rather than waste time trying to come up with an excuse, Spikes chose to shrug and hip-check the lynx with his brand-new expanders, walking towards the door with a bottle of lotion in one hand and a suspicious-looking slip of paper in the other, swinging his hips from side to side as if to entice every eye to follow him while he made his theatrical exit. Unfortunately for the Rena, he wasn’t the one who drove themselves there; Tim found him five minutes later, sheepishly standing by their car looking like he’d just forgotten something incredibly important. The ride home was awfully awkward, given that Tim wasn’t exactly in the mood to accept anything that wasn’t a direct apology. Of course, this was made slightly difficult by the fact that the Renamon besides them now creaked from ​two​ distinct places, his ass implants complaining loudly about having to be sat upon after such a short time after being installed. Given the volume, and how uncomfortable the Rena looked, the feline sighed and conceded. “Do you need me to stop so you can rest a bit?” “I can make it home,” Spikes grumbled, “just don’t go too fast.” Half an hour later, the Rena was wincing his way up the drive and through the front door, having to be exceedingly careful not to touch anything that was particularly sharp; thankfully for him, his experiences with his first expanders meant that most edges in the house were either filed off or covered with plastic, making his adventure into secondary upgrades be a lot safer than the first one had been. As much as Tim wanted to say something about being lied to so brazenly, they had to admit that it was a good look on their partner. With such colossal, overinflated balloons stuck to their chest, it was only normal for the Renamon to want to balance themselves out, even if the lower shells were significantly smaller compared to the first two. Knowing him like they did, the lynx was more than certain Spikes would go down the exact same path, which of course meant more lotion rubbing, redoubled and relocalized. This realization came with an extra surprise as well, with the feline finally putting two and two together by understanding just what kind of wordplay Spikes had pulled on him. ​Of course​ he’d do something like that; damn bastard probably derived more pleasure from teasing people than he did in whatever he used ​to​ tease them. At least their everyday routine didn’t change that much, apart from the need to rub Spike’s saline-stuffed asscheeks whenever the Rena was attending to his own tits all over the bathtub. He’d gotten quite good at that, to the point where he didn’t really need the lynx at all, and given the necessity for secondary rubdowns, both of them agreed to let the Rena take the wheel when it came to his chest. Now if only they could find a way to make up for all that money they were dumping into the damn lotion, then Tim might be somewhat less grumpy than they were; even Spikes’ (presumably) jokey offers to turn himself into a dairy cow weren’t enough to lighten up the lynx’s mood. Most of that, to be fair, was entirely due to the conflicting emotions fighting one another inside the feline’s head. As much as they wanted to be mad about the deception and the constant need for attention and the teasing and the moaning and the theatrical affectations… it was still Spikes, and it was still him with a pair of tits big enough to obscure their chest and now an ass that would overflow from their own hands if it wasn’t stretched so much. It was difficult to be angry at someone whose mere sight made one’s legs quiver and mind race with the possibilities, especially when both of them knew that they had every intention of going even bigger in the future. It wasn’t so much a dance or careful balancing act as much as it was an attempt at juggling gone horribly wrong; it was effectively a coin flip whether or not Tim would wake up needing to have morning wood taken care of or so unbelievably grouchy that they self-isolated just to keep themselves from fouling Spikes’ mood. All of this would smooth out with time, as even the grumpiest of cats couldn’t help but be swayed by the genuine enthusiasm and childlike glee that exuded from every one of Spikes’ pores. It was so obvious that they were having a great time that whenever Tim wanted to yell at them for one reason or another, they ended up making themselves feel like the bad guy for removing that wonderful smile off the Rena’s face. Besides, after their compromise, the rubbing sessions weren’t as bad as they used to be; at long last both their brains got used to the process, to the point where even Spikes’ moaning didn’t get on Tim’s nerves in the best way possible. It became just another part of their day, something they did to pass the time. Plus, the expanders in the Rena’s ass were delightfully taut and provided the best tactile sensation Tim had ever experienced; so many times they felt like squeezing, only to find no give whatsoever underneath their fingers. As the days went on, the lynx began wondering just what exactly their partner’s plan was. After such a long time slathering their bosom up, it was finally squishable again, something that should not​ be happening given how full up his implants were. Or rather, it was obvious that the Rena wanted to go massively big, but at no point did they tell them when their operation was. It became even more suspicious once Spikes began to take extended trips to “the clinic” without prior warning, leaving the feline to wonder if they’d come back several times larger than when they left, though at no point did that actually come to pass. The answer came a full ​three months​ after the secondary set of implants was installed, when Spikes left the house after lunch and only showed up again at dinnertime, after several ignored calls and about a dozen text messages or so. Tim was about ready to call the police when the familiar knock at the door roused him from his panicked state, the lynx flying to the front of the house and practically pulling the door off its hinges, only to see the Renamon beaming with pride at… nothing in particular, really. He wasn’t bigger, fuller, didn’t have any implants… but he ​was​ carrying something behind him. Tim didn’t want to believe it at first, considering the implications for their daily routine, but Spikes had somehow procured for himself a set of breast pumps and enough saline that the two of them had trouble finding some place to store it all. The lynx avoided asking any questions, knowing they’d hate having the answers to them; besides, all they needed to do was wait, and their partner would blurt out their accomplishments the moment they had a chance. And like clockwork, Spikes recounted his very long session at the clinic, where he ​somehow​ convinced his physician to sign off on the Rena being the one taking over the top-ups from that point forward. Tim didn’t want to think how that happened, nor did the Renamon truly explain, but one thing was for certain, at least: it was all in their hands now. The two of them refused to use the saline pumps for a good week after it had been brought in. it was too much and they both knew it, to be able to increase the Rena’s size like that whenever they wanted. It was something they had to think about very carefully, lest they lose control and either end up with an immobilized Spikes or, heavens forbid, some kind of bursting incident. Wouldn’t be the first time that someone struck by growthlust ended up overfilling to the point of critical failure, resulting in not only a significant mess but a lot of questions about who was responsible. For Tim, it was less a matter of legal accountability and much more their relationship with Spikes to begin with; they’d never forgive themselves if something bad were to happen to him. Thus, it was important to take things one step at a time, carefully monitoring both of them for signs of impulse control issues. All of this would of course be thrown out the window one day when Spikes, knowing exactly what would happen, requested his partner rub his tits for the first time in a while, resulting in the two lovers becoming so wrapped up in their mutual exploration that both of the saline pumps were hooked up to the injector ports and ready to go before either of them had any real say in the matter. The cylinders were dragged to the living room, the one place in the whole house that had both enough room for the two to truly test the Rena’s limits and the comforts required for them to actually enjoy it rather than have to lean onto their inflating breasts and risk premature detonation. They were in a daze, unable to think about anything but size and creaking as their minds were taken by the prospect of giving in to their innermost desires. That it carried with it a significant risk of injury no longer mattered to either of them, doubly so when the pumps were actually turned on. Perhaps it had been a mistake to make it as easy as it was. Rather than a complicated, multi-stage process requiring safety precautions and proper training, all that was needed of the lynx was the aim and manual dexterity to fit a round peg in a round hole and then twist it around, locking the tubes to the large injector ports at the base of each of Spikes’ breasts. As soon as that was done… that was it. No further preparation was needed beyond plugging the whole apparatus into a wall socket and then hitting a button, and thus it was that the saline in the tanks began to be drained directly into a pair of breasts that, for once, were prepared to deal with the sudden influx of extra mass and volume. It was genius, really; as much as it had been a pain to deal with, Tim had to admit that overdosing on lotion to the degree that Spikes did had left his body just malleable enough that it was taking a surprising amount of time for it to show any signs of strain. Having been there for all the other fill-ups, the lynx was genuinely surprised at how quickly both the expanders and the breasts around them took to being boosted in size so brutishly, covering up more and more of the Rena’s body while poor Spikes himself was gasping for breath, his lungs compressed by him shifting his weight onto his back. It took the feline helping his partner lean forward to prevent a complete disaster, at which point they simply invited another when those saline-stuffed orbs began to rub against the floor. It was either going to be suffocation, bursting or something else, because at no point was that body ever going to be able to go through life without ​some​ degree of complications. If anything, the best they could hope for was setting up some kind of ceiling rail and then attaching a couple of tarps so Spikes could walk around the house with his bosom held firm in the air in front of him… or maybe they could just invest into a large wooden board with some wheels attached, that could also work; it was hard to think about the practical implications of what they were doing when it all just felt so ​right​, so ​good.​ Even for the lynx it was a transcendent experience, what with being able to see as their partner overcame milestone after milestone for weight and girth, his body becoming increasingly irrelevant in comparison to the two massive mounds attached to his chest. It would take scarce few minutes for each breast to become as tall as he was, even less for them to smash through that limit and keep growing while the Rena leaned against them. It was now perfectly safe for Spikes to do so, seeing as the rest of his body barely equated to a fraction of the weight of a single tit; even if he jumped on one of them, it was doubtful it would do anything beyond make it creak even louder, their surface being stretched so tightly that their skin felt like smooth, hardened concrete underneath Tim’s fingers. And the ​noises​ as well, adding to the glunking and the churning of the saline being pumped from their pressurized tubes, filling the house with the kind of sonorous obscenity only the Renamon could really provide, sounding like the deranged lovechild of a ship’s hull grinding against an iceberg and a metal girder being bent out of shape by an industrial press. Whatever was happening in those room-dominating tits was not something that ​should​ be happening, and if not for the both of them being too far gone to really appreciate that, they might’ve actually done something about it. As it stood, neither the lynx nor the Rena had any intention of stopping, especially since the canisters were as low as they were; with only a quarter to go and Spikes’ breasts approaching the ceiling, why ​should​ they stop when they could go the full mile and force the plastic-obsessed Renamon to be stuck inside their house for at least as long as it took to call a construction company to cut him out? This was a question that Tim asked themselves when the droning noise of the pumps was shut off and they could suddenly hear themselves think again, even over the ungodly sounds emanating from within that body-eclipsing bust next to them. For a while, the feline was worried that saying anything might cause some kind of unintended side-effect. Surely, if ​Spikes​ had turned the pumps off, then something had to be wrong; perhaps they suddenly became aware of a limit they didn’t know they had, maybe even found themselves to be satisfied with their size, or any other number of alternatives the lynx lacked the mental capacity to formulate. The only thought in his mind was that something ​big had taken place if Spikes suddenly changed course like that, but there was always a lingering fear that anything might set off disaster. Each of the Rena’s breasts was stretched so taut that even the frequent lotion baths weren’t enough to keep it from nearly tearing itself apart. It was very clear that the only reason those things hadn’t already burst was precisely because the two of them spent so long slathering them up every day, and even then Tim felt like they might just pop and leak the moment he pushed a claw against them. Their skin had transcended pink and gone straight into red, stretch marks clearly visible in so many places that, for anyone else, it might have genuinely appeared grotesque; for the two of them in the room, however, it was culmination of their desires, something they had worked towards for ​years​ even if they weren’t aware of it. So why did Spikes ​stop?​ Fighting through their urge to rub themselves against the creaking mountains, the lynx took a few tentative steps around them, finding their partner kneeling on the ground with his back bent at a painful-looking angle; rather than be flattened underneath the tide of saline, Spikes had done his best to keep himself in that position, even if it meant arching his back hard enough to qualify for a contortionist act. But it wasn’t painful, or at least it didn’t ​appear​ to be; the Rena’s eyes were half-lidded and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth, a thin trickle of drool rolling down their chin while their steamy breath created short-lived clouds on every exhale. He looked up at the lynx, and for a moment Tim felt like they were about to be devoured; there was ​hunger behind those pupils, a gnawing one that could only be fed by the most filling of meals, the kind that kicked and screamed on the way down while struggling against their fate. Perhaps the Rena believed that such an injection of mass would be required to finalize whatever dreadful transformation they were planning for themselves, but much as before, they were utterly unable to act on it; kind of hard to when one’s body is attached to a set of tits that were very much locked in place from all the weight. Instead, he nodded. Not towards his partner, but towards his rear, making it obvious in a single motion why he had stopped the pumps. In all honesty, Tim understood why. With a bust that size, it felt criminal to leave his ass in the pitiful state that it was, so undersized and (relatively) deflated that it didn’t even look like it belonged on the same body. There wouldn’t be any chance for it to equate to the Renamon’s tits in terms of absolute size, not until they acquired more saline at least, but at least they could work on padding out his bottom a lot more than it was at that point. And as soon as the tubes were disconnected from their injector ports and plugged into the ones on the sides of his asscheeks, Spikes’ constant, low-key moaning turned into the closest equivalent of a purr, the Renamon having all of his muscles relax as he allowed the realization of what was about to happen to wash over him. As for Tim, there wasn’t much of the lynx left in that head of theirs, only a burning, eternal desire for ​more.​ It was amazing how much Spikes poked at buttons even the feline didn’t know they had, how he gave them every reason in the world and more to discard sanity and indulge in the same kind of obsessively self-indulgent shenanigans the cat used to before settling down. It was a return to form, really, after so long without being able to tap into those primal instincts; if anything, it was a disappointment that the saline canisters didn’t have nearly enough to make the Rena’s ass inflate as hard as his breasts did, but then again, they hadn’t had the opportunity to smear some lotion over it for as long either. Not that it mattered, really; the danger was the biggest reason it was so good in the first place. The switch was flipped and the pumps began to work again, buzzing quietly and vibrating just enough to make Spikes’ rear jiggle with each load of implant material being pushed into him. Both could hear the second set of expanders groaning a lot louder than the original pair did, owing to their much smaller size and overall lack of “stretch training”, as the Rena liked to put it; but rather than deter them from their goal, it only solidified the need to press forward as much as they could. Spikes had turned off the pumps precisely so he could fill his ass up with what remained, and that’s exactly what he was about to get, even if he had to straddle the line between safety and bursting to do it. In a daze, Tim walked out of the room, ignoring their partner’s confused cries and only returning after they procured a bottle of the ever-precious lotion, the one thing that allowed them to be experiencing such extreme excess at all. The Rena looked confused for a few moments before their tired, lust-addled brain made the connection, then simply lay there with his body about to be squeezed between his two assets while the lynx buried their hands as far deep as they could go after dumping the contents of the bottle all over Spikes’ reddening cheeks. This wasn’t a lot; even in their current state, it was hard to even get a squeeze in, much less have their fingers find any kind of plush, but that just made the whole experience that much better as far as Tim cared; nothing but stretchiness, nothing but artificiality, nothing but saline and implants to fill their lover and main source of arousal. Spikes had long since given up trying to remain cognizant of his situation, doing so mostly thanks to external stimuli rather than any attempts on his own part. As soon as the lotion was applied, then whatever was left of the Renamon that made the conscious effort to stop the pumps was completely gone, replaced by a mewling, sweaty mess whose only words were “More” and “Bigger” repeated in odd variations and wildly varying tones. If Tim didn’t know better, they might think the Rena’s mind had been pumped full of saline as well, leaving him the exact same airheaded, size-obsessed maniac that he so liked to portray himself as. It was only fitting, seeing as Tim themselves were feeling their personality fade, giving way to a pliable kitten whose only job was to ensure their lover could grow as big as possible as quickly as possible. They were truly made for each other in that regard, even if anyone with half a brain would say otherwise considering the blatant safety violations. Mercifully for the both of them and the very flustered neighbors, the last stage of their filling didn’t last nearly as long as the first one did, though thanks to the much lower threshold on the newest set of expanders, they were probably making more noise than their larger cousins despite being a fraction of the size. At least if Spikes remained still then his breasts only really slorshed the slightest amount, kept in line only by months of lotion application, but even the calmest and most collected of postures could only do so much for a pair of ass implants that were overfilled to about thrice their safe maximum capacity. Once more, the only reason the two weren’t experiencing a sudden flood was precisely because that rubbing cream gave the Rena just the edge he needed to stay ahead of his own limits, even if he insisted on crawling back to them just so he could rub all of himself against their sharpness. Or something. Neither of them were in any fit state to think about metaphors too hard. What mattered was that the cylinders were empty, all the saline was drained, and now the Rena was free to enjoy themselves in whatever way they wanted to… which, unsurprisingly, amounted to very little, considering they were entirely immobilized. They ​could​ still walk if they wanted to, but even the insensate Spikes knew that trying to move was just begging for a disaster to happen; and besides, it was enough fun just basking in his own size for once, feeling his tits rub against both ceiling and floor while sitting on an ass that threatened to burst open any time he readjusted how much weight he put on it. To him, it was his highest achievement, hence why the satisfaction was enough to quite literally put him to sleep after he got accustomed to the noises; poor thing was so tuckered out that he just failed to contain himself, dozing off into a peaceful rest. Not Tim though; the lynx was still very much awake and now feeling like they’d been denied a prize of their own with the Rena having gone under. They were still happy for them, but it lacked a certain something now that they couldn’t indulge or tease them any… unless… It was a stupid plan, a dangerous plan. A plan that hinged on nothing more than desperation and a random comment made by Spikes when the both of them were stone-cold drunk one night after watching too many bad movies and participating in one too many drinking game. But it was a plan nonetheless, and one that helped bring back some of the mad debauchery that had characterized the two’s early relationship. The lynx was a shapeshifter, after all; nothing was stopping them from being as big or even bigger than the Rena, something he could very easily do without any help whatsoever. It was only their mutual love for excess that kept the two lovers in the dynamic they were currently stuck in; hard to appreciate what it meant to be on the edge if one doesn’t ​have​ an edge, therefore making Spikes’ proclivity towards self-enhancement be one of the best gifts Tim could receive. But there was always something more, something that they could do that no one else could. There was always the possibility that they could feed themselves to the Rena; the lynx saw those eyes, they knew what was hiding behind them in Spikes’ head. They had no doubt their partner would be more than able to find a way to transform pudge into more boob, even if he had to break the laws of physics to do so, but that wasn’t the idea Tim had in mind. No, the two of them needed to find some novel degree of intimacy now, had to negotiate new limits and lines, especially considering how ​fragile​ the Rena was at that point. Tim allowed their body to fall gently onto Spikes’ bust, their fur melding against theirs as the feline’s form seemed to melt into a thin, shiny surface spread over those blimped-out tits. The gooey mass travelled all around before finally settling in one place, nearly waking the Renamon up several times as it struggled to hold onto any section of the saline-stuffed udders attached to the Rena’s chest. It ended in resignation, with the lynx-blob spreading themselves around the full circumference of both tits, stretching out dangerously thin, before beginning to add mass onto themselves, thickening their form and doubling over in weight before solidifying into what was, unmistakably, a fur bikini. Figuring that no other form would ever satisfy the Rena enough, Tim more or less gave up pretending and turned themselves into exactly what Spikes wanted. Encompassing their lover’s full girth was now a living, breathing lynxkini that was nonetheless still revealing enough that it only added to the overall “bloated plastic doll” look rather than detract from it; certainly didn’t help that it seemed to highlight the Renamon’s nipples even more than they already were, or that it was definitely doing its best to squeeze down those titanic orbs, deliberately pushing Spikes to the edge with every motion. The Rena, in the meantime, was having none of it; it wouldn’t do for Tim to do that to them while they were asleep and unable to do anything about it. So clearly, the best solution was to wake up. And start moving forward.

He distinctly recalled that was supposed to have happened, though now that most of his living room had been slathered with enough cum to fill multiple bathtubs several times over, Kal doubted whether he’d even be able to use the phone at all… assuming it hadn’t been completely destroyed in the deluge. With each second that passed, his awareness of his situation grew, to the point where he spent more time deliberately trying to stop himself from facepalming at his sheer idiocy than he did trying to fix the consequences of it; how could he have been so blind as to think that he could cut loose in that manner without some kind of backup plan? Even something as simple as having moved a seat over to the nearest pump so he could punch the startup button when he felt his body slipping out of his control would’ve been a decent solution, but no, he just had to think with his dick and not even bother trying to consider what might happen should he push his luck. As a result, he was now stuck with a thoroughly wrecked, cum-coated living room that would take him the better part of a full day to clean, if not longer, to say nothing of the damage done to his own body… damage that he had only then become aware of. The tiger’s eyes widened as he looked down at himself, only realizing at that exact moment that there was something severely “wrong” with the way he looked; it had always been the case that, whenever he went so far as to grow into the realms of the excessive during his more private dalliances, his junk would eventually return to the state that it was in before, and quite quickly after release at that. He had maybe a few minutes in which to savour a much larger version of his package before it went back down to its “regular” turgid size, then further down as it became increasingly flaccid; it had been the bane of his existence, being able to burgeon outwards so much whenever he felt like it, yet never being capable of retaining any of the extra size… at least until that exact moment. He could scarcely believe it when he saw it, so much so that he stood there staring at himself for a while just to make sure that he hadn’t seriously misjudged the timeline and was due for shrinkage at any moment, only for nothing to happen; no matter how much he expected his body to bring him back to a smaller state, his cock and balls remained dangerously stable throughout the course of his stunned observation, stable enough that only one conclusion could be drawn: they weren’t getting any smaller. It was a wonderful surmise, one that brought with it promises of such vast a scale that Kal’s overtaxed, pleasure-tired mind couldn’t even think about them properly, but above all, his newest size stood as testament to the fact that, contrary to every single bit of knowledge he had, his stupid idea of holding himself back had actually worked, and the tales told of such a process were entirely true! Granted, it wasn’t anything like the biggest of hypers that he’d spent the past couple of years actively resenting, but compared to his old self, it was definitely an improvement: with both of his cumtanks swollen to the point where they were solidly squishing against the ground, yet still wide enough to push against the inside of his legs and overflow slightly, and a cock girthier than his biceps and about as long as his entire torso, he couldn’t be happier with the results; better yet, judging from the way his package felt, it was actually at its smallest after having cleared that room-painting load, letting Kal know that when his refractory period was over in about five minutes, then he’d truly get to see what his full size was like… a thought that, conveniently, began to push just the right set of buttons on his control panel to speedrun him straight through to that state, with his cheeks flushed and his nethers once more warming up as his poor heart was forced to pump even more blood downstairs in order to feed that growing monster. It was only then that Kal fully understood the ramifications of what he’d done, because he hadn’t merely succeeded in improving his baseline, but also his gains; if his previous flaccid-to-erect ratio had been enough to alleviate some of his desire for additional size, his new one was frankly ludicrous in how much mass seemed to pour down between his legs with every heartbeat! Inches of girth, feet of length, like his cock was being magnified by some form of hyper-potent growth ray, enough that the tip of it was within a handspan of the ceiling after just a few seconds of the shaft having started its journey to full mast again. It came so much out of left field that Kal could do little more than watch in shock as he just kept getting bigger, unable to stop himself or hold back until finally, after far too little time, he simultaneously felt both his feet solidly upon the ground and his cock touching the ceiling near where it had a hole blown through by one of his first loads… and the former wasn’t as “solid” as he might’ve first thought, because not only did his dick grow bigger, but apparently his nuts had begun to produce a lot faster as well, leading to a terrifyingly quick fill-up that almost knocked him back down on the ground before he noticed what was going on between his legs, prompting Kal to haphazardly stumble backwards as he tried to aim his cock for where he knew the wall-mounted pump to be. The machine itself was covered in spunk, much like everything else really, but the outside was just as water-resistant as the piping itself, allowing him to… well, not fit, but certainly get enough of his shaft in there that he could then lean forward and, with just the very tip of one of his fingers, initiate the draining. At once, the familiar sensation of tightness took him over as the mechanisms inside the pump pressed down on the length of his rod inside the machine proper, creating a seal through which no cum could ever pass, even though the rumbling and rattling of the sheet metal left the tiger feeling slightly apprehensive about his odds of surviving the rest of the day without a catastrophic plumbing failure in his hands. Nevertheless, though the system clearly struggled to take his new, full girth, it still managed to withstand the full brunt of his second release, though judging by the noises coming from the piping underneath his feet, the building’s sewer system was most likely going to be strained for the next few hours, especially after other folks came back from work and added their own mess to the mix. But those were distant thoughts, entirely unimportant next to the observable reality that was the room around him, and the pair of cumtanks responsible for it; much as they were fully drained, even their remaining size was vastly superior to what they had been previously, with his dick going back to its “upgraded” flaccid form that might as well just be him fully hard at all times. Even after he pulled back from the pump and took a few tentative steps, his mind already shielded against the intrusion of any lust-triggering thoughts, Kal had some trouble believing that what he was seeing was real; it felt too good to be true, too easy of a solution to have actually happened, with the far likelier scenario being that he had simply hallucinated everything, or was perhaps right on track to waking up. Yet, as the seconds turned to minutes and nothing of note happened, as the scents continued to invade his nostrils and the ambient heat rose as the steaming spunk kept splattering from the ceiling and walls onto an oozing pool on the ground, the more Kal had to face the reality of it all: that he had, indeed, spent three hours holding back only to explode in a way as to cover the whole of his living room, and somehow succeeded in growing himself out in the process. It should be a joyous occasion, a grandiose event really, but the tiger could only think about how dangerous it would be if he allowed his baser instincts to take over; after all, he had just done such a thing and the result was him nearly blowing a hole straight through his ceiling again, not to mention the obvious strain he placed on a pump system that was designed to take hypers much larger than him… and yet, at the same time, how could he not look at himself and rejoice? He had finally done it, accomplished that which he had been bemoaning the absence of for years, and all by throwing away any and all sense of decency and just doing something incredibly stupid with no regard for the consequences; clearly, he should be going down that path more often, even if it did mean he’d have to spend a small fortune in cleaning, repainting, and most likely replacing every electronic device he had in his living room. Not that it even mattered; when put next to the glorious revelation that his hackneyed plan had worked, very little else seemed even remotely relevant, doubly so considering that he’d just bumped himself a few levels up the size ladder! Sure, it wasn’t as much as he wanted, nor was it enough for him to even begin to compete with some of the behemoths out there, but his cock and balls were massive, far more so than before, and that had to count for something! So much so, in fact, that Kal had to stop, close his eyes and initiate breathing exercises just to keep himself from losing control again, a battle he assumed was going to happen a lot more often going forward… even more so if he insisted on pursuing this growth opportunity, which he most certainly would. This nugget of information, this understanding that he could trigger another bout of permanent growth if he so desired, was precious beyond all reckoning, mostly for what Kal assumed was its reliability; it could very well turn out that this was a one-time success that wouldn’t ever happen, that there was either a biological limiter on how many times he could force himself to grow by stretching out, or that the confluence of stars had aligned in just the right way to let it happen, but that was a possibility he didn’t wish to entertain. For the big cat, as far as he cared or wished to care, he could trigger another growth spurt, at will, with relatively minimal hassle for himself, with the only thing necessary being to take the adequate amount of precautions in terms of cleanliness; as much as the sight of a living room caked in cum awoke certain things in him that he hadn’t been aware were there to begin with, he wasn’t exactly in a position in which he could afford a complete refurbishment of his penthouse whenever he felt slightly horny, or whenever he decided he needed a few more pounds to his package. Thus, it was vital for him to make sure that subsequent bursts of size would come accompanied with the proper preparations and safety equipment, that he might reap the fruits of his labour without having to deal with the nasty little consequences that came from it, especially the ones that’d require scraping cum off the ground after it turned into a thick, paste-like syrup. Then again, he could probably bottle that up and sell it on the internet; given the sort of things people bought, it could sell for a pretty penny. In the meantime, he had to take care of that mess anyway, and seeing as he wouldn’t be able to stay in his home for the proceedings, this created a brand new problem: clothing. Kal hadn’t bought anything above his size, owing to him earnestly believing for most of the past few years that it would remain relatively stable, so suddenly being blessed with so much extra… well, everything, it made it difficult for him to even think of hiding it, at least if he didn’t intend to sacrifice some of his curtains to fashion something out of them. Luckily, this played perfectly into what his plans had been prior to the growth spurt, because if there was anyone that he could count on with being able to find a change of clothes in an emergency situation, it was his old friend Jackson. Far as the tiger could recall, the lynx still worked at the same film company they always did, though the two had spent long enough without seeing each other that it wasn’t out of the question for them to have moved onto a different career; as Kal made his way to his office, thanking his lucky stars for how his personal cellphone was left charging in there, he berated himself ever so slightly for having neglected his social life for as long as he had; ever since sinking into his pit of size-related melancholy, the big cat hadn’t exactly interacted with any of the people he’d met over the years, with this resulting in a handful of yawning rifts that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to fix. Take that with the fact that he was only contacting Jackson over a potential favour and that left him feeling like something of an asshole… a sentiment he resolved by deciding he would invite the man over first and see what they thought of the fine mess he himself had made. Surely, if the two of them were on the same level and Kal was honest about his intentions, then there’d be no hard feelings, right? Granted, it would possibly lead to word spreading about what holding oneself back could do for one’s size, but that was a risk he was willing to take. The conversation, however, would by necessity be awkward, especially when he picked up his phone and noticed that the last time he’d called Jackson had been a full three years prior; he could only imagine what the first words would be after the dial tone stopped. “Holy shit Kal?!” came the excited voice of a certain lynx, “Fuck me sideways, I haven’t heard from you in fuckin’ ages, how’ve you been?!” The tiger felt a slight pang of regret at hearing those words, some part of his mind telling him that he wasn’t worthy of such warm a reception; this particular side of himself was insistent that the tiger not remember all the things he’d done for Jackson, such as getting the man involved in their current career to begin with, or the several years the two had spent on multiple cinematic projects that Kal had been involved in. Still, he managed to power through. “Sorry for dropping off the radar like that, the last few years have been… rough” - there was an understatement for the ages - “Haven’t exactly taken the whole worldwide hyper thing well, you know how it’s like. Which is uh, why I wanted to talk to you in the first place.” What followed were a very complicated and exceedingly embarrassing ten minutes where Kal explained every step of his plan in excruciating detail, what little there was at least, as well as the reasons for embarking on it; he skipped out on letting the lynx know just how thorough the destruction of his penthouse had been, preferring instead to use such euphemistic language as “full coverage” and “in need of some sprucing up”, which struck him as so fundamentally off-base with reality that he might as well be lying. Nevertheless, Jackson said nothing for the duration of the tiger’s ramblings, waiting a few seconds at the end to make sure that their friend was done before speaking up: “So what, you’ve got a bigger dick and balls now, is that it?” the lynx queried, sounding thoroughly amused, “Finally got your dream?” “Well…” - Kal trailed off for a few moments, peeking out the door of his office and towards the immense mess that he could still see all the way from over there - “You could say that. Problem is, now I kinda need new clothes and I have no way of getting them without either leaving in the nude or calling someone over for measurements, and I’d rather not show off what I did t-” “Say no more!” Jackson interrupted, his voice triumphant, “Motherfucker, you called the right person for the job! I’ll be over in about half an hour, just need to finish up something I was doing for a client and then I’ll hop into the car. Oh and uh, you’ll be happy to know you’re not the only one who got a little extra something, but I’ll leave that for when I arrive!” With that, the other feline hung up, leaving Kal to ponder over their final words. It was obvious that Jackson would be bigger than he was, seeing as everyone was bigger than they used to be, but until that moment, the tiger hadn’t truly considered it; ‘twas a reality he was intellectually aware of, and yet there was plenty of emotional shielding there for him to remember Jackson the way they’d always been: lithe, shorter than him by at least one and a half heads, and lacking in any sort of excessively large assets. For them to have gone so far without their hyper gene trigger, surely that must mean that whatever they had was big, and right there, at that exact moment, Kal felt the twinge of unwanted jealousy again; it was easier than before to shake it off, given the gratitude he had for the guy for so eagerly jumping aboard his crazy schemes, but it would inevitably return… at least until there was a size disparity in his favor, not Jackson’s. Not exactly the healthiest of mindsets to be in, but until the two of them were reunited and ready to shoot the shit for old times’ sakes, it was all the tiger could think of as he paced around his living room, half because he wanted to get his mind off things, half because he needed to get used to moving around with the additional weight between his legs. Finding a new walking style was, surprisingly, quite easy, easier than he would’ve imagined, which only led credence to the budding notion that he was “fated” to become far larger and his previous form had been nothing but a larval stage for a much greater being, a thought that hadn’t fully coalesced, yet had latched onto the inside of his skull with such strength that it made the tiger shiver whenever they so much as considered it. He fell into a funk, in fact, as he tried to push that line of thought away from crystallizing, a funk that was only broken when he inevitably had to move to the nearest wall pump in order to do something about his newest productivity; it seemed to him that it had been at least tripled, if not more, so much so that even though he spent a good five minutes unloading into the machine, the moment he pulled his cock out of the hole the tiger already felt his nuts filling up again, leaving him slightly concerned for his future… at least while he could still fit inside houses, of course. This cycle repeated itself a couple of times until he heard a knock on the door and a very familiar voice calling out for his name, almost a full hour after making the call to Jackson… as well as some incredibly loud sloshing. Kal’s eyes went wide, his brow drenched with sweat all of a sudden as he made his way closer; even his nuts, stupendously overproductive and stuffed as they were, didn’t make those sorts of noises, and the closer he got, the more he realized that the slorshing of liquids came packaged together with something else: a low, continuous thrumming that was just barely audible underneath the main set of noises, one that the tiger knew he’d heard before, yet couldn’t put his finger on. On opening the door, however, he knew, and as he knew, so too did his eyes go wide and his jaw drop, because what he was seeing was anything but Jackson as he remembered them; rather, an entirely different beast, one whose body had outgrown itself by so many orders of magnitude that, frankly, it wasn’t all that surprising that the poor thing had to bring a milking machine with them wherever they went. This was the source of the thrumming, which on closer inspection revealed itself to be more of a mechanical whirr, courtesy of a large, wheeled set of pressurized pipes, holding tanks and a large electrical motor, dragged behind the very reason why its existence was necessary: Jackson, and their brand new pair of tits. It felt weird to even imagine it, and yet it was the only thing Kal could think of. Amazingly, the lynx themselves hadn’t actually grown upwards our outwards (bust notwithstanding), leaving him looking perilously unbalanced considering his legs were just as skinny as before; clearly, something about that colossal bra he was wearing, which just so happened to have two suction cup ports included with it, had to be helping him with support, one of the many inventions born out of the necessity for hyper logistics that had come forth in the previous decade… either that, or Jackson had been getting heavily into squats and it just so happened that Kal, being too busy looking at a pair of breasts as big as he was, just didn’t realize it. They covered everything down from the middle of the other cat’s face down to the ground, rising above their neckline thanks to being so enormous that they smushed against the ground and spilled outwards in every other direction; only after his eyes traced their contours did the tiger realized that both mounds were actually placed atop what looked to be wheeled platforms of their own, with metal struts connecting them to the milking machine in order to ensure safe transportation and mobility. All in all, an ingenious assembly, and an entirely necessary one given the sort of sizes the lynx was dealing with; each tit must’ve been nearly six feet in diameter! “So, are ya gonna let me in?” came Jackson’s voice from behind the boob wall, “Or are ya just gonna stand there staring at my tits?” Given the way those words were spoken, it was plainly obvious the “smaller” cat had been wanting to say them for quite a while, prompting Kal to smile unconsciously as a result; the tiger wanted to chuckle, if only to get all the shock out of his system, but instead he stepped back, shut the door on Jackson, and input a verification code on a small panel he had on the inside wall. Within moments, the whole penthouse began rumbling as the gears were set in motion, pulling down a large chunk of the drywall separating the hallway outside from Kal’s home, mechanisms the tiger had put in place just in case anyone of a larger size were to visit him. How fitting that the first person that actually made him not regret that investment was the same one he called over to help him with his own size predicaments, a sort of cosmic joke that, for once, hadn’t been at his expense. Hell, even Jackson looked impressed, both eyebrows raised as he nodded along approvingly to the sliding panel sinking into the floor. What a shame it was that things wouldn’t remain that way for much longer, because an unfortunate side effect of suddenly having delved so deeply into his personal fantasies was that Kal found himself significantly hornier than before; he hadn’t given it much thought when he was alone but now that he had someone else in the house, and someone else that was as well-endowed and bountiful as Jackson apparently turned out to be, his thoughts felt as if they’d been strapped onto a rail and set to go in a singular direction, one that could only end in the both of them making a much larger mess of his place than he had already. It wasn’t immediately obvious, or at least to the tiger it wasn’t; when he invited his friend into his abode, eager to call up the sliding panel as quickly as possible, he nearly forgot the customary pleasantries, given that he was so enthralled by the sight of the milking assembly just… being there. In such a relatively short time, the lynx had gone from a lithe little thing into a dairy factory, and by the heavens above, Kal was going to make good use of that; it was stronger than him, so much so that by the time Jackson turned around, what they saw wasn’t a welcoming big buff tiger, but two wild eyes peeking at him from behind an immensely girthy shaft, one far larger than what they had remembered their friend having. The intent was obvious, and seeing as the wall was back in its place, there wasn’t a lot that the the guest could do to resist the advances of the host… assuming, of course, that they wanted to do such a thing, which they most certainly didn’t; they themselves had been given a healthy boost to their libido, and were absolutely no stranger to the occasional booty call (even despite the obvious logistical difficulties), so being able to get together with the world’s first hyper and the world’s first second-generation growing hyper as well, at the same time, packaged in the form of someone Jackson had always had some measure of attraction to? It was situations like those that he lived for, dreamed of, fantasized about, and with that said, it was so simple to just turn around and flip the lever that controlled the milking pumps themselves, shutting them off and allowing his tits to start filling up in earnest; simpler still to turn back ‘round and decouple the suction cups from his teats with a swift kick to the tubes connecting them to the machine behind him, then just snap his fingers and have his bra retract into the form of a stylish choker around his neck; the wonders of modern technology. It was a ritual for him at that point, the beginning of something big, explosive and very fluid-heavy, but judging from the way Kal was looking at him, Jackson could only imagine that whatever was going through their friend’s head was very much the same as what was going through his; besides, by that point, his tits were already bloating outwards, so there wasn’t a lot that anyone could do about the end result of their little detour. The clothes situation would just have to wait. Wasting no time, the tiger threw himself at the mountainous pair of milkers in front of him, both arms stretched out wide to take in as much soft, milk-stuffed breastflesh as possible, right at the same time as his cock was shoved directly into the middle of them; this caused a slight issue with size, in that Kal was actually bigger than what their newest lover’s cleavage had to offer in terms of storage space, prompting the bigger cat to scramble to find a way to fit all of himself in the tight, warm confines, only to scrape against the ground instead. Almost as if by response, Jackson moved backwards ever so slightly, pushing his milking machine out of the way; the reason for this became apparent once the gurgling and slorshing emanating from within his bust became loud enough to overpower the tiger’s grunts and groans, the milk production becoming so strong as to put Kal’s own growth to shame. This was to be expected, of course, as Jackson was just downright bigger than their old friend had been until they decided to try their hand at self-denial… but not for long. For amidst the maelstrom of pleasure and raw carnal bliss that clouded Kal’s mind, there still lay a core idea, a conviction, a desire, and that one wasn’t to just fuck the biggest set of tits he’d had access to in years; no, the need for growth was still firmly lodged within the tiger’s brain, and even as he desperately sought to jackhammer into that immense cleavage, there was a voice telling him that he should stand down, step back, and take it easy, so that he’d be able to contain himself when it came time to bloat outwards again. After all, didn’t he want to be able to grow like Jackson did? Like Jackson was growing, right there in front of him? Didn’t he also want to be so productive that every second he spent not unloading his spunk into someone, his nuts would visibly bulge out several inches? If that was the case, the only way forward was to stop trying to cum his brains out and focus on holding back, paradoxical though it may seem in that situation. Indeed, the best thing he could possibly do is actually stop trying to fuck the lynx, even though that just wasn’t a possibility… therefore, a replacement strategy had to be found, one that involved both him venting his sexual desires and keeping himself from unloading completely, and it just so happened that he had just the idea in mind. “Rings!” he shouted, hoping that Jackson would understand. “... w-what?!” “Rings! Nipple rings for cock! Need stop c-cum!” Kal grunted through his teeth, “Please!” For a second, Kal expected Jackson not to do anything, to just sit there and stare at him not knowing what to do… at least until the lynx suddenly flinched and hastily turned around, digging in his pockets before facing the milking pumps and diving in to fetch something from the deepest recesses of the machinery; a stroke of luck that he just happened to have a set of extra-large metallic restraints in there. The tiny object flew through the air nary a second later, a circular metallic ring, glinting in the light of the sun pouring in from the window, landing perfectly atop Kal’s pecs in just the right way for him to slobber all over it; it wasn’t the biggest he’d seen, nor was it technically designed for use in what he was going to throw it around, but it would do. With the last remaining vestiges of his self-control, the tiger grabbed the ring and fashioned for himself a restraint, snapping the circlet firmly around the base of his shaft and then completely forgetting about it. His task accomplished, his conscious self was free to be subsumed by the more bestial, animalistic side of him, the one who wanted nothing more than to fuck like a rabid bunny in heat, the one who now knew that they had nothing to fear from any undue release, and thus could rut to their heart’s content. For the lynx, this meant a very hungry and very strong tiger throwing their full weight onto them, along with a shaft that only seemed to be bigger, thicker, longer with each thrust that they felt, each time that pillar of cockmeat immersed itself into a cleavage that seemed to be competing for raw size; it was a battle that neither of them could truly lose, as the only thing that would come out with the short end of the stick would be the very room around them. Jackson got to experience his tits filling up so much that they doubled in size within a minute of him turning off his machine, while Kal finally let loose and truly got to live out his wildest fantasies, even if he had to do so with a metallic ring holding him back. Though, in all fairness, the restraint did little more than egg him on further; with his instincts taking over, the tiger knew that for every jackhammering he provided, he should also be handing out copious amounts of cum with it, especially since he wanted to do so and wasn’t trying to hold back anymore. Thus, the fact that he didn’t, the fact that only precum came out, and even then in pitiful quantities, left Kal thoroughly confused, as his tired, lust-dominated brain simply couldn’t fathom the idea of a cockring, nor what it was supposed to do… therefore, the best way around this was to just fuck harder and let things sort themselves out, as that would surely do the trick. Sure, it meant encouraging Jackson to grow bigger, until the penthouse rumbled around them, vibrating with the shockwaves that came from both the tiger’s rutting and the colossal quantities of milk being produced and poured out; sure, the very structural integrity of Kal’s household was in jeopardy, so much so that them falling through to the floor below wasn’t entirely out of the question. In between a pair of milk factories that seemed intent on taking up half the space available and two nuts gunning for the other half, one cat begging to be stuffed and the other roaring and growling as they lost control of their ability to speak, the thought that this meeting had only happened because Kal wanted some new clothes was as far away from their minds as could possibly be; all that mattered was fucking, always, never ending, with the base assumption that it would only make the tiger grow even larger, thus capable of pouring more and more spunk into his soon-to-be cum dumpster… because ultimately, that’s what the bestial side of Kal truly wanted: to shove his cock into one of those colossal tits and unload, to allow the floodgates to open in such a manner as to thoroughly stuff Jackson’s bust to the point where it would be forced to grow whether or not the lynx wanted it to. And from there, well, no better thing to do than repeat the process, again and again, with the two of them continuously feeding off one another’s arousal and growing larger in the process. Why bother with such trivialities as clothes when they had such better things to do, like rutting endlessly, like filling up, like bloating out, like feeling the perpetual shockwaves criss-crossing one another throughout their bodies making them feel like gelatin at one moment and rock solid in the next? Theirs was an existence dedicated wholly to the pursuit of pleasure, and as such, even when they could both clearly hear the walls groaning in complaint at the pressure being exerted on them, they couldn’t bring themselves to care; in fact, that Jackson’s tits were so massive, and Kal’s nuts so stuffed, that the very structure of the penthouse had no recourse but to cave in around them was nothing short of utter, magnificent confirmation that what they were doing was right, even if there was a lot of screaming coming from down below, not to mention the sound of sirens off in the distance. Some part of Kal realized what this meant, that their inadvertent descent into growthlust and size madness had inevitably caught someone’s attention and the authorities were thus called to put an end to a potentially destructive growthsplosion, but beyond that, the tiger refused to pay attention to such a realization. If they wanted him to stop fucking, they’d have to physically pry him off that gorgeously overendowed lynx with a dozen crowbars, and even that wouldn’t be enough. Because nothing would ever be enough until he was fully satisfied with his size, his hunger sated and his desires fulfilled. And, truth be told, they never would be.

The rest of her team stared her down when she lunged into the airlock, narrowly avoiding having one of her feet caught in the mag-locked door when it slammed shut. Though none in the team could see them, the faintest traces of a string of nanites came in with her, desperately clinging to the bottom of Kenna’s foot, holding off on their emergency protocols until they were safe and sound outside the firing range of a group of very pissed-off Guardians with itchy trigger fingers. With a few excuses, Kenna got back up and waddled over to the ship, attributing her sudden bout of dizziness to the fact that she’d just been exposed to a vacuum for what was probably longer than recommended for someone of her kind. Unbeknownst to her, the very threat that they had flown over to take care of was already starting to reform inside of her body, using the lull in the action to subvert as much of her physical form as possible without anyone, Kenna especially, noticing; slight alterations to her genetic code really, nothing but the absolute basics that would later on become something far greater, allowing for the defeated Fallen to live once again through the very life force of the one who ended their life. It would be poetic, if not for the fact that it was so incredibly gruesome; unfortunately for everyone involved, however, things wouldn’t be that simple, as it would appear that the sound beating Atraks-1 was on the receiving end of had somehow damaged the programming on the nanites that were supposed to reconstitute their body. As a result, rather than being able to completely transform the infected Guardian by the time the ship landed on the Tower, all they managed to do, despite their best efforts, was to enact some low-level changes to their bodily structure. Not that these changes were subtle, but they were mostly hidden away by the suit the Guardian was wearing, enough that she didn’t really notice it until the ship she was on had properly docked, and at that point it was best for her to just conveniently ignore them and try to get home as quickly as possible. Kenna knew something was up when she began feeling bloated, but seeing as her body didn’t immediately and spontaneously explode into a mimicry of Atrak’s form, she figured it must’ve just been some sort of post-battle stress not agreeing with her meal for the day; she had eaten more than usual, so it wasn’t entirely out of the question. However, as they made their approach to planet Earth and her sense of overwhelming fullness continued to mount, the Guardian began wondering if she shouldn’t be saying something to her colleagues; after all, even if she weren’t infected by the Eliksni, there was always the possibility of a pathogen being surreptitiously hidden away inside the space station, accidentally released by the firefight. However, there was something about the way she was feeling that stopped her just short of doing anything about it, like there was a voice in the back of her head soothing her, letting her know that everything was fine and she needn’t worry, that it was all ok and all she had to do was enjoy the ride and she’d be fine. Truth be told, Kenna should have been worried about suddenly feeling so at ease with a potentially devastating and body-altering agent running rampant through her system, but being able to lay her fingers on her stomach and feel the slight bulge of extra pudge made for rather nice entertainment, even if she was certain it was the first step towards her own doom. Then again, when absolutely nothing happened beyond her growing slightly heavier and heavier as the ship flew closer to the docking bay, surely there wasn’t anything to worry about; she’d just have to head back to her room, take some decontaminants and then be done with it all, no worries! Walking with that new weight attached to her though, that was certainly something. Kenna attracted no shortage of looks when she got off from the ship and quite literally waddled her way towards her quarters, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was sporting a gut that would only become more noticeable the more steps she took without sitting down somewhere. Suddenly, she felt… empty, like her stomach had been replaced with a bottomless pit with a black hole at the very bottom that hungered for the whole universe to be thrown into it. Despite having had a bigger-than-average lunch precisely in preparation for the mission, Kenna couldn’t help but want to stuff her face with literally the first thing she saw that was even remotely edible, as that was the only feasible way she saw of making that belly of hers grow even larger; where exactly her ravenous appetite had come from didn’t matter so much as finding a way to sate it, for questions could always be asked after she was nice, full and plump, plumper than she was right now. What a stroke of luck, then, that her room’s replicator machinery was up and running that day, ready and waiting to satisfy each and every whim that popped into that head of hers; all that was required of her was for Kenna to pull a chair up, plop her rear in front of the dispenser port, throw her armour away in order to give herself as much wiggle room as possible, and then… … then she could eat. That was the imperative, to eat, to consume, to fill that gnawing void inside of her stomach that had come from nowhere, asserted itself, and now demanded payment in the form of an unhealthy amount of binging. After all, the Guardian could literally ask for whatever she wanted in terms of treats, the whole breadth of human gastronomy (or at least the bits available in the archives) there for the taking, at her fingertips and a single sequence of button presses away. Everything from the most sugar-laden of pastries to the most savory of roasts, fresh out of the replicator and as hot as they would be if they were made in an actual oven, all of it so close to her that Kenna didn’t even have to move that much; just lean forward, grab the plate that came along with the meal, devour it as quickly as possible, then throw the crumbs away and start the cycle all over again! It was a dreadfully inefficient waste of the resources allocated to her, but using them up to build weaponry when she could be cooking up more food seemed like the real waste there; why bother with guns when she could have a delicious fifteen-course meal for an entrée? She barely even noticed when her clothes began to tear at the seams, the bulging body underneath them expanding not just in the belly and midriff areas, but somehow all over; the nanites inside of her system were going haywire trying to transform Kenna into another replicant of Atraks-1, but thanks to the rather fortunate malfunction in their programming, were only succeeding at turning her into one of the Eliksni, unburdened by the psyche imprint they were attempting to impose upon her. And, whether it be because of the Fallen’s biology or just the need to provide immense quantities of calories to keep her body from collapsing, this was translating into an insurmountable desire to feast. Thus, it wasn’t surprising that the gorging continued long past the point where Kenna’s stomach should’ve ruptured, but instead kept breaking down everything she stuffed into it with alarming speed. Her arms and legs were straining her suit’s ability to contain them, fat rolls of oddly-purplish skin bulging out from the holes, while the torso section had failed to contain her completely and was now dominated by an immense, flabby, wobbly belly that spilled over onto her lap and kept bloating with every bite she took. The replicator was overlocked and running high on heat, smoking even as the half-human hybrid demanded increasing amounts of nourishment from it, until the poor thing had a backlog of thirty or so items to deal with; despite her increasing size, Kenna was possessed of a seemingly unnatural amount of agility, at least when it came to inputting orders onto a panel with one hand while grabbing them with the other, literally stuffing her face into whatever meal she had near her, pigging down like a beast. Yet, she was still hungry, still just as demanding as before, if not even more so, and would be moaning and begging for someone to feed her if not for the fact that her mouth was constantly occupied while trying to fix that problem. It wouldn’t ever happen though; no matter how much food she ate, all that Kenna accomplished was making the nanites inside of her work on higher and higher levels of overdrive as they desperately tried to steer the transformation her body was undergoing away from a mere species shift and more towards a replacement for their old physical form. But the Guardian’s psychological conditioning was too strong… and her hunger was simply too powerful for even the nanites’ programming to overcome, providing her with an impromptu and highly unlikely shield against the unseen threat inside of her very own body. Not that Kenna was aware of any of this; as far as she cared, she was simply hungry, albeit unnaturally so. The nanites’ effect on her body had tainted her mind as well, leaving her unable to process how out of the ordinary the whole situation was; to her, it was perfectly normal to sit in front of the replicator and queue up several dozen meals while chowing down on an equal number, perfectly normal for her body to bloat and fatten up so much that even her extra-stretchy bodysuit wasn’t powerful enough to keep. It was perfectly normal for her skin to be turning into a completely different hue, and perfectly normal that, despite the ridiculous quantities of mass she was shovelling down her throat, she still felt like she hadn’t eaten in months, prompting her to make the next snack all that much larger, much more nutritious, and thus worsening the transformation yet again. Or, well, bettering it, depending on how one looked at the situation; as far as Kenna could truly appreciate what was happening to her, the changes occurring to her body were actually quite nice, especially with how fluffy she now was. Never before in her life had the Guardian assumed that being able to literally sink her entire hand up to the elbow in her belly fat could be so attractive and alluring, yet there she was, doing exactly that and feeling like it was the best thing on the planet. Honestly, it was actually starting to arouse her in an entirely different way, a part of her brain activating that hadn’t even been lightly grazed in what felt like years. In fact, she felt an undeniable need to move one of her hands down to somewhere where it could be of bigger use to this new need, but this would mean not being able to eat as quickly as she needed to, which was just unacceptable. Truly a pickle if there ever was one, hence why her body decided to fix that problem for her. In their effort to transform Kenna into a copy of Atraks-1, the nanites injected quite a bit of Eliksni genetic material into her, and while most of it had gone to waste when the Guardian decided to turn herself into a blob instead, some of it had “stuck” to where it should; notably, those two fleshy nubs that had appeared on her side, just below her arms, which had begun to inflame and bulge outwards the more she ate. Kenna didn’t notice them, or at least didn’t pay any more attention to them than she would a random itch, allowing the budding set of arms to begin developing, first as a pair of spindly, fleshy wriggly bits, but very quickly morphing into properly functioning appendages, complete with controllable hands and the right neural paths to allow the half-human to use them on an instinctual level. Kenna, delighted with her brand new limbs, immediately put them to use in the only way she could: with both of them very quickly reaching between her legs and making her regret ever having waited so long before doing so; it was as if her entire body was set ablaze from even the slightest touch, as if her sensitivity had been turned up to impossible levels while every nerve was frayed and left barren for even the tiniest of stimuli to overload. A single touch was all that was needed for her to start gushing as if riding a particularly hefty male, and the conjunction of that flood of serotonin with all the other transformative substances being used by the nanites seemed to speed up the process taking her further away from hybrid territory and far more towards becoming another one of the Eliksni… albeit one with her own mind and willpower, even if it was entirely dominated by a need to eat. In an instant, her whole body bloated outwards, gaining what felt like hundreds of pounds as all the calories she’d been scarfing down seemed to suddenly multiply in on themselves, making short work of whatever remained of her bodysuit and pieces of armor still attached; her full form was now visible, as was the fact that her skin had gone fully purple, which together with the brand new set of arms and the fact that her vision was starting to go blurry, should have alerted the former human to the fact that her body was being hijacked. In fact, Kenna was actually somewhat aware of this; it just so happened that her brain was too busy trying to get its next fix by demanding her body eat even more, so much so that the replicator was starting to malfunction due to the sheer overflow of demands being input by the eternally-hungry former human. After a while, her button presses just didn’t register anymore, and she was left to slam her increasingly fatty fingers against the panel only to receive no feedback in return; sure, the food kept coming, but she couldn’t queue up another hundred or so meals every minute, so what was even the point?! Soon enough she would be done with her entrées and then have nothing for the main course, and the moment that happened, well… she was going to have to make it everyone’s problem, because Kenna was not going to sit in her room and wait for the repair techies to come fix her replicator; that was just time wasted, as far as she was concerned. Predictably, this attitude could only end in one way: the half-human, half-Fallen sitting on her fat ass, staring at a replicator that was now more smoke than food dispenser, banging her four fists against it after it stopped giving her what she craved the most, loudly enough that a few people outside were starting to wonder what was going on inside Kenna’s room. All around her was the dejected remains of what could have been enough food to feed a whole settlement for several days: empty, discarded plates, broken cutlery, piles of crumbs that were themselves meals but barely registered with her new appetite, all stacked up to such heights that, if not for the fact that her transformed body was significantly larger than her original one, Kenna might’ve felt like she was wading through garbage rather than simply the regular stuff. Still, it took her a bit before she mustered up the willpower to do anything but execute percussive maintenance on the broken machine, and even then it was because getting other people to feed her was probably going to be a hassle and she didn’t feel like doing anything that required the slightest amount of effort; after all, was it not her fate, her destiny to be serviced and served to, to sit on her widening rear as she was fed endless amounts of food to her own personal specifications? She could see it as clearly as she could anything else, especially now that her second pair of eyes had grown in, that as a perfect fusion of two species, she, and she alone, deserved the sort of regal treatment that was normally reserved for those of the highest station. Sadly, no one else was aware of this yet, which meant she had to put in at least some work to get the rest of the world up to speed on what was required of them. To be fair though, it wouldn’t take too long for anyone to get the picture once she revealed herself. Just getting up from where she was sitting was enough to give her an idea of how imposing her new body must look, considering she bumped her head against the ceiling and felt her immense, rotund belly jiggle and sway with each motion, every step bringing with it a deep churning glorsh from the vast quantities of food safely packed away inside of a tum so colossal that, were she to look down, being able to see her feet would turn into a thing of the past. Yet Kenna didn’t feel at all like how heavy she clearly was; perhaps her new body was simply adapted to deal with those sorts of sizes, because she found herself capable of moving with astounding grace, enough that the only reason she had to break through the door at all was because her flab and pudge could only squish down so much before her innate elasticity gave up. Thus, anyone that happened to be outside of her room at that time would have seen a perfectly normal door, with a perfectly normal wall, in a perfectly normal corridor in one second, while in the next the very air was steeped in bits of debris and floating chunks of ground metal, their ears filled with the thundering footsteps of the now full-Eliksni as she emerged from within her abode, licking her lips and already looking for her next meal. She was lucky that the outside had a higher ceiling, because the first thing she did was grab the nearest replicator she saw, yank it off the wall, then turn it upside down and dump whatever food its internal battery could provide for as long as it could keep going, gaining what felt like hundreds of pounds in the process… especially after she gave up eating regular meals and just demanded the machine produce an unending stream of calorie-rich nutrient paste that she could pig out on about as hard as her new facial anatomy might suggest she could. With the nanites in full swing, every ounce she consumed was an ounce that settled on her body somewhere, resulting in her frame bulging out and becoming more and more massive the more she ate, the more she consumed, the more she allowed her primal instincts to take her over. But it wasn’t enough. Not even when everyone around her stopped to stare at the budding giantess did Kenna begin to think that she was even remotely close to being done, not even when the battery on the replicator ran out at around the same time as her belly’s frontmost part was pressing against the ground, not even when the floor beneath her cracked from the strain of having her take a single step. There were still things to eat, still minds to subsume into her own; folks weren’t actively getting on their knees and singing praises unto her, so clearly there was work to be done still, at least as far as she cared. Plus, with so much delicious mass around her, it wouldn’t be too difficult for Kenna to take advantage of the nanites inside of her, putting them to more productive uses; after all, if she was the kind of deific entity she pictured herself as, then surely she could control something as simple as a microscopic nanite swarm, and indeed, all it took were a few moments of concentration before she tapped into the frequency that those tiny automatons were operating in, the same ones that had gifted her this glorious new form… and the same ones that would make it even better. There were plenty of replicators around her if she so chose to use them, but the more she thought about it, the more the ascended human began to think that they just weren’t worth her time. Eating was so blasé, she wanted to consume, not just chew on something and swallow it like some primitive ape would; she was better than that, beyond that, and as such was owed not just the privilege of being able to choose when to use her mouth properly, but the right to take whatever she wanted into herself… in the most direct way possible. There were plenty of construction materials around that wouldn’t be necessary once she made herself become the throne upon which all others should lay, not to mention a few ships buzzing by that, quite frankly, looked far too old to be allowed to fly. With a simple flick of her wrist, Kenna unleashed a cloud of nanites from her fingertips, ones that had been subverted to her will rather than the other way around; these eager little helpers quickly found a parked ship and enveloped it completely, breaking it down to its base components, then turning those into their constituent compounds, molecules, then atoms, until the oozing soup of undifferentiated atomic stuff was suitably changed at the smallest of levels to better suit the ascended Eliksni’s needs. All that was needed was for protons and electrons to be rearranged in order to create substances that her body could actually process, and while this might’ve sounded like nothing short of complete and utter madness just hours before, now it was something as easy as snapping her fingers and asking someone else to do it for her. From metal to sugars, by way of atomic manipulation, and suddenly Kenna was a whole space-worthy ship fatter in every direction, licking her lips with such content that it should probably be made illegal for anyone to enjoy anything as much as she was enjoying herself in that exact moment. The few people still around who hadn’t made the right decision to get the hell out of dodge as quickly as possible as soon as possible were entranced by the display, unable to comprehend just what had happened. Had the giantess consumed the ship, metal and all? Had that nanite swarm broken it down so efficiently that she could do the same to them? And why was it that they weren’t running away at the mere sight of it if they knew that there was a non-zero chance they could be next? Perhaps it was the simple fact that, gluttonous or not, the ascended Eliksni was something of an imposing sight, imposing enough to overload one’s better judgement and promise it that, if only it were to work towards them, then it would be duly rewarded with an ample supply of divine love and attention. In reality, this was nothing but an unintended side effect of whatever the original batch of nanites had done to Kenna; the former human was barely even aware of the small ones next to her once she got started consuming her surroundings properly, because why would she bother with those who couldn’t even begin to scratch her ankles in terms of power? It felt like a waste of time, time she could instead be dedicating to tearing down everything around her and feeding it into that void that her stomach had turned into, hoping that maybe, if only she ate everything, then she would eventually be satisfied… before the next meal, of course. Or dessert. Or a second course, those were always good. Now that she had confirmation that her body could take whatever it was the nanites inside of it could touch, however, things were quite a bit simpler than they used to be; after all, if she didn’t even require food to be, well, food, then anything that existed could be used to fuel that immense, roaring furnace inside of her that kept demanding for more and bigger meals for the feast. In fact, the more she looked around, the more Kenna came to understand that there was a very good reason why she was even there to begin with, why her mind had guided her to not inform her team that she might’ve been infected, and why she had gone to such great lengths to ensure that her transformation was as successful as it turned out to be. She used to be a Guardian, but now was something more; and as a former human, especially once with such a high level of responsibility, she just happened to have access to one of the most important landmarks on the planet, the central hub from which everything of note took place, where the Traveller had opted to park itself, where destiny itself converged. And while before she might’ve looked at this as it was, that being a burden that she and a select few were chosen to carry, now it was revealed to her that, quite the contrary, it was in fact an opportunity; an opportunity to truly ascend, to break free of the mortal bonds holding her back, chaining her down to her pitiful former existence as nothing more than a faceless soldier in a war that she no longer cared about. She was something better now, someone that could take whatever they wanted and turn it into more glorified pudge for her belly, more fat for her rotund and gorgeous body, all while the gnawing hunger inside of her grew bigger and stronger the more she went without feeding it! Maybe, she thought to herself, everything in her life had led to that exact moment, where she looked up at the Traveller, floating in the air, bearing down on Humanity from above, and saw not the last hope for salvation amidst a universe happy to wipe her former species off the face of their homeworld… but a snack. A big, round, delicious snack that made her lick her lips in contented delight even before she got to taste it… but she would. She was sure of it. Before she could get there though, Kenna needed a little boost to her body. She was big, yes, but not enough enough to try and tackle the Traveller without promptly getting shut down in the process; luckily for her, and unluckily for everyone else, she was just big enough to be able to lord her size over all the tiny ones running around her, and just strong enough that their pathetic attempts at stopping her were already completely ineffective. Melee combat was a bust, as anything brought to bear on her body would either bounce off her curves or be absorbed into them via a quick swipe by the growing nanite swarm inside of her; firefights would end as quickly as they began, what with the thick cloud of nanoscopic automatons that surrounded her in every direction creating an impenetrable shell that only grew stronger the more anyone tried to damage it. In fact, all that Kenna needed to do was sit her fat ass down and allow her intention and willpower to guide her actions… or rather, the hungry cloud of nanites breaking down everything around her into its constituent components, only to then rearrange them much like it did to the ship, only on a much grander scale. It wasn’t just the Tower that surrounded her, but the whole City around that, the last place where life of her former kind flourished; the technological marvels brought about by the Traveller’s appearance, the last remaining bastion of humankind in a cold, dark, uncaring universe, all of it was right there for the taking, if only she had the will to take it all without bothering to ask. And if there was something that Kenna had in vast quantities at that time, it was an intense need to take for herself, she wasn’t picky about what. Therefore, why not take everything? The panelling on the walls, stripped; the very floor beneath her widening rear, torn off and ground down. The railings, the machinery, the replicators and their nigh-endless power supply system, the ships flying by and the ones parked at a distance, even the occasional person who wasn’t fast enough to escape from her ravenous appetite. All of it served to feed into a continuously growing, never ending vicious cycle whereby more consumption merely made her larger, therefore made her hungrier, and thus spiked her need to eat even more; Kenna was both fully aware of this and yet taken by it anyway, no longer caring about the consequences or what might happen to her. She couldn’t even be shot now, not without the ballistics or energy blasts being used to make her gloriously oversized body even bigger than it already was; she couldn’t even be attacked by moving ships, seeing as they’d only be swatted down from the heavens and plunged into her hungry maw, or simply pushed into the many folds of her colossal belly, where her weight alone would pancake them before the nanites helped her take the metal into her body. All the while, she grew bigger, softer, rounder, a ball of fat and pudge that knew only how to become more massive as it reached the peaks of indecency and kept climbing, Kenna by that point openly moaning and trying to move her hands somewhere where they could make good use of all that arousal. That she was surrounded by panicked screaming and what remained of the human race preparing for a final battle didn’t really register to her; as long as she could keep herself from falling down to the ground levels too hard, then nothing else really mattered as far as she was concerned, especially considering she still had the rest of the city to consume after she was done with that pitiful little tower with a capital T. How typical of her former species, to give things such important-sounding names when they were a mere five-minute banquet for someone like her, who could make it all just… go away, vanished down her gullet, with as much ease as she would snap her fingers. It was almost scandalous how easily she utterly broke down her surroundings and added them onto her growing self, almost as if the last redoubt for Humankind was naught but a bunch of cardboard and she a colossal monster ready to stomp on it… well, the comparison was almost apt, but the last thing Kenna needed was to picture herself as an even greater beast devouring everything, or else her horniness might just jump to truly insurmountable levels. No, best that she focus on what she could feel at that exact moment, that being her nanite swarm gently lowering her through the air as the structure around her was destroyed and remade to better suit her desires, until she felt the warm ground beneath her by-then house-sized cheeks, cheeks that only grew fatter as the last remnants of the Tower were broken down and directly pumped into her. From there, it was easy to know where to go: the whole City was there, undefended, unguarded seeing as so many of its protectors just so happened to be close by when Kenna discovered that her appetites included former humans if they just so happened to be near her when the nanites sought her next snack. There was nothing and no one that could slow her down, let alone stop her, except perhaps for the Traveller itself… and what was it going to do, smite her down with the wrath of a big, stationary floating ball? It was nothing to her, nothing if not another snack that she was merely too small to fully appreciate; as soon as the whole City was packed away inside of her belly and in that enormous ass of hers though, then it would see who the real ruler of Humankind was. Sure, by that point, there probably wouldn’t be any humans left beyond the ones that happened to be off-world during her little rampage, but who was counting? She certainly wasn’t, not when she had to get busy extending her net of nanites to encompass literally everything on not just her immediate surroundings, but the whole metropolis as well! It didn’t matter to her that the main emotion on everyone’s mind was blind panic and existential dread, as a colossal Eliksni enshrouded by literal tons of nanites had just risen from the ashes of the Tower and now loomed over most of the buildings around it, spreading her arms around and beckoning forth for everything to be dumped into her waiting maw. She was a goddess of destruction, one whose happy little squeals and giggles were powerful enough to cause small quakes that only served to soften the cityscape up for when her minions came to pluck it up. One by one, every structure closest to her was ripped to shreds and turned into more sustaining feedstock, Kenna’s body no longer even needing to have her meals transformed into something palatable; their mass alone would keep her going, make her grow, make her fatten, make her tits become so massive they could flatten buildings and yet look so tiny next to that gigantic belly swung out in front of her that she might as well be flat-chested. Make her become so grossly engorged that her head was practically buried by the folds of fat in her own neck, make her become something so beyond mortal ken that anyone who laid eyes on her would drop their weapons and willingly succumb to the knowledge that their life was forfeit, meant to be used as nothing more than fuel for the ascension of their new goddess. Then, and only then, could the ascended Eliksni, the former human known as Kenna, be truly satisfied and sated… but she wasn’t. She should be. By all objective means, after being done tearing the whole City down into its constituent bits and absorbing them through every pore, becoming this gigantic, flabby blob of an Eliksni with a shadow that was cast for miles behind her, Kenna should have been done with her rampage. She’d done it, it was over, most of her former kind was gone and, while not exactly buried, at least somewhere where it couldn’t come back from; the fact that her nanites were going to work on the rest of the planet, breaking down its crust and eating whatever vegetation was around, should be nothing more than a dessert, a finisher after a particularly heavy meal. She should be sated… but she wasn’t. In fact, the more Kenna considered this, the more she became acutely aware of how much her hunger hadn’t gone away, and how much it was telling her that the true main course, the real meal, was still there, waiting for her to take it into her maw. The Traveller. It still floated, taunting her, just within reach. If she wanted to, Kenna could stretch her arms out and touch its smooth surface, bring it closer to her; it was about as big as her belly was now, so why not try and scarf it all down? If she was so powerful as to be able to strip the planet down the mantle already just from consuming whatever was lying around, who knew what she’d be capable of doing once the full might of that thing was absorbed into her. Yes, that’s what had to happen; it was her fate, her destiny, that which she was meant to do: to eat the Traveller, and take from it everything. She licked her lips again, slavering and drooling as she pulled the sphere towards her. The feast was about to begin.

“Office is organizing a get-together for Halloween; make sure to bring your own compressor bring padding so you can fit in and make sure you don’t get hip-checked whenever you get too close. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself just because other people can’t see where you’re going :3c Next Sunday, 9PM, Jim from Accounting’s house. See you there~” There was some sort of poetic justice in her invitation having the words "bring your own compressor" crossed out, along with the smiley face and the obvious attempt at teasing written in what was unmistakably Ashley’s style; the lizard couldn’t help but crack a smile at the attempted poking at her “undersized” body, a secret that she had kept so well-hidden that sometimes even Aleksi herself forgot that what she showed to the world wasn’t her true self. Such was the price to pay when one wore a compressor at pretty much every hour of every day; it was like glasses, except capable of far greater destruction should she ever forget about it or it broke somehow, and honestly? The danger was part of the excitement… when she remembered it was even there, of course. Most of the time the liz just went about her daily life without worrying too much about things, which is exactly why going to a party like that was something she couldn’t pass up on. Working at a company that catered almost exclusively to customers of a hyper persuasion, it wasn’t a surprise that a significant chunk of her coworkers were either hyper themselves, or just insanely above-average thanks to bodymodding and genetic enhancers; Aleksi remained as the sole exception in her entire department, and received no end of friendly ribbing from her colleagues as a result. It was all in good fun, and quite frankly the lizard loved every second of it because she knew, deep down, just how wrong they all were; she could easily tower above anyone that ever talked to her, and if it weren’t for her own self-restraint, she would be the one making quips at everyone else’s expense. It was for this reason that she decided that her costume for that year would be the most nondescript, low-effort piece of garbage possible, to go in line with both everyone’s expectations, and to play along with what her coworkers would be doing; the last time she attended a company Halloween party, Aleksi was the only person to actually put some actual thought into her costume. It cost her a pretty penny, got a few compliments, and then rotted away in the back of her closet for who knows how long; that year though, that year she’d be going in the most generic “sexy witch” outfit she could find, and dabbing some red paint on her scales too for good measure, really play into the “covenant hag” aesthetic she didn’t have the patience to properly prepare for. Her lack of care paid off the moment she parked her car outside the host’s house, noticing how everyone else had gone for a similar approach. The costumes were only there to semi-legitimize the get-together as anything other than an opportunity to get drunk off pumpkin vodka shots and consume copious amounts of overly-sugary punch, all while making outrageous comments about their bosses to people that would actually listen for once. As usual, Aleksi slipped off to the snack table and prepared to spend a whole night slowly getting wasted before inevitably doing something she’d regret later, like getting on stage to sing a horrible rendition of “Spooky Scary Skeletons” that would circle around the whole office’s phones for the next decade or two; if she was lucky, she’d just end up flirting with someone while everyone else heard them loudly enough to join in, and then it’d be a repeat from three years prior when they all got together and had a great fun time inside of a locked bedroom whose furniture they had to pay repairs for. Alternatively, maybe things would just proceed as planned, leaving everyone feeling immensely unsatisfied once morning hit and the hangovers murdered everyone’s ability to function for several hours. Good times all around, and Aleksi was already giggling to herself thinking about the possibilities. In the meantime, she got busy taking a couple of sandwiches from their plates and scarfing them down, before grabbing a whole plate of pumpkin spice lattés and making a show of pretending to be distributing them amongst the party-goers while slowly downing them all herself. It was a good enough substitute for the vodka shots, at least until the bell struck eleven times or so; getting drunk before that point was just utterly depressing, even if several of her coworkers were already busy going down that path. From her place of comfort, down below the sight of anyone she might bump into, Aleksi got a good view of her friends and acquaintances while trying to find Ashley. It was amazing how there wasn’t a single lithe person inside that room; they all ran the gamut from “too big not to notice” to “how do they even get through doors?” and everything in between, courtesy of the company offering generous subsidies to anyone wanting to undergo hyperfication procedures or those already blessed by the gene. As a result, it wasn’t uncommon for new hires to be perfectly regularly-sized individuals on their first day, before slowly growing outwards to fill doorways and struggle to sit on chairs. In that regard, Aleksi was very much an anomaly, having remained at her diminutive size over her stay at accounting, being so tiny that one of her pet names was to simply be called a kobold instead of a lizard. She liked it, and quite a lot at that, once more because she knew very well how wrong it was, and savoured each moment where her coworkers “bullied” her over her lack of size. “If only you knew,” she thought to herself, oftentimes failing to contain a smile, “then you’d see.” But she’d never show them, she was much too embarrassed about it to do so. As much as Aleksi adored the charade, actually putting herself on full display was out of the question entirely; the lizard had always been less than enthused about how excited puberty acted around her, to the point where a few of her worst memories involved having to go shopping while wearing tarps, because nothing else seemed to fit. Those were the bad days, and she had no intention of re-living them; hence why Aleksi wore a compressor everywhere she went. She had bought an extra-strength one precisely so her body would be forced to become as tiny as possible; for someone who easily went past eight feet in height, being as much of a shorty as she was on a regular basis was kind of its own fantasy. A weird one, but a fantasy regardless. As the night carried on and people became progressively unable to hold their inhibitions in check, the crowd began to thin out after the party-goers found their own spots around the house to enjoy their time with their very close friends, a few of them actually engaging in conversation before moving onto other, more carnal pursuits. Aleksi had fallen in with another group of accountants that were alongside her friend Ashley, a panda gal whose assets were best described as being both body-obscuring and so loud that they were somehow audible even over the background music; it was a wonder they weren’t leaking all over the place, though the cloth squares taped to her practically-exposed nipples (costume, sure) were probably the reason. She and her friends had been discussing some random nonsense regarding Brad from the marketing department, and how his boss walked in on him looking up male fertility enhancers on his company computer… enhancers belonging to a rival company. It was the subject of much ridicule and merriment, especially when Brad himself joined in and began poking fun at himself, but no one could deny the results weren’t spectacular; guy was dragging his junk along on the floor and he wasn’t even hard! It was during this conversation that Aleksi picked up on something, a passing comment that no one seemed to pay much attention to: Ashley off-handedly mentioned that someone said the punch was spiked, which she claimed was utterly absurd, followed quickly by her friends agreeing with her and nodding mindlessly. The lizard, for all that she liked keeping herself in check, did have a few shots in her already, reducing her ability to think things through properly; the moment she heard about the punch being tampered with, her mind began racing with the possibilities, ranging from the positively mundane to the fantastical. All of them, however, had the exact same basis: that bowl of drink was going to make her bigger. Aleksi’s compressor being such a high-grade piece of equipment, it spent most of its time only at half-capacity, with the lizard having deliberately bought it at that size just in case something unexpected happened, like a random growth spurt or third puberty sneaking up on her like it did with so many of her friends. She knew, then, that any growing she could realistically go through in the timespan of a single night would be easily contained by her compressor trinket, allowing her to enjoy herself before heading back home and enjoying herself. It wasn’t a plan so much as a fever dream brought to life, by her standards at least, but it was something to go off of; Aleksi excused herself to head to the bathroom, before taking a detour to the snack table and filling a large glass from the punch bowl. The drink was so sugary it practically burned her tongue, forcing the lizard to wince as the godawful substance hit her taste receptors so hard they overloaded and shut down for a few seconds; a small price to pay for the ability to grow, even if she’d regret it after the cloudy haze of alcohol lifted from her mind. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for everyone else, nothing actually happened; no matter how hard she emptied her glass, her body remained much the same as it always was, leading to the lizard reprimanding herself for ever having thought that such a ridiculous fantasy could be made true. Of course the punch wasn’t magical growth juice; what was she thinking?! The sudden realization was bad enough that the liz did actually slink away to the bathroom, hoping to clear up her mind by splashing some water onto her snoot, only to find a rather curious sight waiting for her on the other side of the door. It was Rebecca, one of her friends who worked in the document repository… but she was different somehow. The rabbit had always been rather well-endowed, especially below the waist, and was never shy about it; not a day went by at work that she didn’t hip-check someone against a table or onto a chair, and her choice of attire always hugged her curves a bit too much for it to be properly decent. But that night, she was… larger? Perhaps it was just her costume, what with it being so tight it practically looked spray-painted on, but that smile on her face looked to be even wider than usual, and Aleksi could swear that her friend was having trouble getting her enormous ass through the door… though admittedly, it was hard to get a good bead on it after she was unceremoniously knocked onto the ground by a colossal hip slamming into her chest; at least Rebecca was polite enough to apologize for that. Was she wrong? Was the punch spiked and her bun friend had just found that out? Or perhaps she had simply sojourned to the bathroom in order to apply a temporary bodymod to herself… that seemed to be more likely, though the possibility that the growth juice might be real was too delicious for Aleksi to ignore it. A couple of splashes of water later and she was back in the living room, eyeing the party-goers for any sign that something, anything might be out of the ordinary. And she got it; in fact, the more she looked, the more she saw it: other people were definitely getting bigger. Now, this was either a consequence of her drinking too much, or the growth juice was actually a thing, and seeing as how she didn’t get any bigger, then it had to be the former… but never before in her life had Aleksi gotten so hammered that people around her began to grow thicker in all the right places while nothing else was affected; she could walk straight, see straight, even avoid bumping into rotund asses and immense packages with ease, so whatever was causing her to see things was also leaving the rest of her about as lucid as she could be after about four vodka shots… unless she wasn’t seeing things. Unless what she saw in front of her was actually happening, and people around her were actually becoming larger versions of themselves. The liz turned to face the immense punch bowl, indeed confirming that it was half-empty, and again her mind raced with the possibility that it just might be true; after all, everyone else at that party had gone through that drink at least once, so obviously if they were all being affected by something, it had to be the common denominator. So why hadn’t she grown at all? Clearly, it must be because of a lack of drink in her. As much as it pained Aleksi to have to taste that terrible, overly sugary concoction again, she had to try it, for herself, for her growth, her drunk mind demanded it! Gone were the concerns over showing her true self or how much that would ruin the carefully crafted illusion she had propped up over the years, or how bursting free from her compressor would inevitably lead to people thinking it was just the punch, when in reality she was already bigger than all of them. All that the lizard could see were people walking around with their soft flesh bulging out from clothes that barely fit them, overflowing breasts and huge asses and cocks and balls that strained the limits of what could even be considered decent. It wasn’t that far off from her usual experience, but it was clearly there, and it made sense given her encounter back in the bathroom; as the one to dominate them all, it was only fair that Aleksi be the (literally) largest beneficiary of this magical growth concoction. But still it refused to give her what she deserved. Another glass was downed and another sugar crash was withstood, and nothing happened to her at all, not even the slightest inkling of her clothes getting tighter or her shoes ripping underneath the onslaught of her growing claws. Even a second glass wasn’t enough, leaving the lizard feeling increasingly frustrated at the lack of results, until finally she gave up altogether and went back to where Ashley and her friends were sitting down. This was… a bad idea. All four of them were holding glasses in their hands, containing the same terribly-tasting mixture that Aleksi herself had just gorged on, and were happily discussing things of no consequence while occasionally taking sips. The group was already noticeably larger than before, enough that the lizard was suddenly very aware of how much they knew it was happening; her friends would occasionally look down at themselves, biting their lips or at times outright licking them, before returning to the conversation as if nothing was happening. They were ignoring the obvious growth, even when their tits began to billow outwards from their barely-fitting bras and their pants began to ride down their thickening legs, almost fully exposing their plush bottoms… but they very clearly knew that it was there, otherwise they wouldn’t be giving Aleksi those kinds of stares. “Bet you’d love some of this, huh?” they seemed to say, mocking her, “Bet you’d love to be this big.” “The punch really is spiked,” they seemed to tell her, promising so many things and yet withholding all of them at the same time, “you’re just too small to experience it.” Aleksi felt like crying, but knew that she had to hold strong; if not for her dignity, then she wouldn’t have anything, and besides, maybe they’d respect her more if she didn’t cave in to the peer pressure. Who knew, perhaps the true secret for the growth everyone was experiencing was being deliberately kept from her, and she just had to earn it somehow; that sounded like something her coworkers would do to her, cruel as it might be, unknowing of how little their bodies actually mattered when compared to Aleksi’s own. She felt like screaming, but knew better than to do so; no point making a scene before her compressor broke, after all… assuming it ever did. The next hour or so was spent in conversation with a group of people who were very clearly having the time of their lives teasing Aleksi about how small she was, entirely ignorant of the truth of the matter. Mixing the punch with some of the stronger stuff, their own inhibitions began to falter, resulting in them eventually dropping the charade completely and openly bragging about how one of their own friends had given them a temporary genemod solution that could be diluted in drinks, and how they’d deliberately spiked the punch bowl so everyone at the party could enjoy it. Surprisingly though, their tone changed after they admitted to this, with Ashley being openly apologetic about how the drink didn’t seem to do anything to the lizard; part of the reason why she agreed to go through with such a potentially dangerous plan was precisely so Aleksi could feel what it was like to be big for once in her life, potentially even big enough that she saw how everyone else lived normally. A misguided attempt at empathy, but a genuine one, so much so that the lizard couldn’t avoid shedding a couple of tears when the group hug ensued, though most of those were encouraged by the copious amounts of alcohol in her system. Apologies showered onto her while Aleksi continuously reminded them that everything was fine and they didn’t have to worry, while the hug just got tighter and tighter with each inch of soft curves that was added to their bodies, a result of them having downed the last third or so of their glasses in one go. Eventually, poor Aleksi was buried underneath a small mound of breastflesh and soft, padded belly… and it honestly couldn’t get better; that was most likely the drink doing most of the talking, but she could stand to stay there, underneath such a warm pile of pudginess, at least for a couple more hours. It was with a sigh and a frown that her friends all scrambled to get off of her, with the lizard having to exercise a non-insignificant amount of willpower to keep herself from demanding they keep smothering her. Thankfully, there was something else to hold her attention: the punch bowl. Now that Aleksi had confirmation that the drink was tainted, she needed to have more of it, and considering there was still a good third left, there was no reason not to go overboard and down as much of the stuff as she could stomach (which, given how much alcohol was in her, probably wasn’t that much); if it had a bodymodding agent mixed into it, then it had to have an effect on her, so clearly she just needed more of it. Maybe her naturally-large body prevented it from working properly, that made sense… or perhaps the sudden display of apologetic sadness was all part of the ruse, a long con meant to lull her into a false sense of security so she could be set up for the true prank down the line. Whatever the case may be, Aleksi practically ran over to the punch bowl and dunked her glass into it, too drunk to care about basic hygiene, too hungry and thirsty for size to think twice about what she was doing. The sugar was still powerful, the burn still there, and just like before, her body remained as lithe and insignificant as it could possibly be, even after three full glasses. What was happening to her? Everyone else at the party was carrying around sets of breasts of immense size and butts that jiggled so much with every step that they never stopped, to say nothing of hips, thighs and nuts that got stuck in doorways, so why was her body refusing to grow out at all? What was so special about her that the growth juice refused to take root in her physical form? Why, why, why?! Another glass, another drink, another sugar rush making her woozy and unable to focus properly. No result. Yet another, and another, and now Ashley was next to her, taking the glass from her hand and telling her to stop before she hurt herself. Her worried face looked down at Aleksi from its brand new height, with the lizard’s dear friend having reached a good seven feet, only exacerbating the difference between the two. It was enough to make Aleksi start sobbing, the veil of drunkenness making it harder for her to control herself; for a second or two, the liz genuinely considered just shutting off her compressor and allowing her true self to shine through, but even as drunk as she was, Aleksi knew better than to do that. But if not her true size, then what? Having to sit there and watch as everyone else got even larger but she didn’t? Denying herself that pleasure even when all of her friends, acquaintances and assorted coworkers were giving into it? Why was she doing that to herself? Why in blazes had she spent so long keeping her true self hidden away from the world? It felt downright… unnecessary. Her hand was getting closer to the compressor trinket she kept on her person, a small bracelet that clung tightly to her wrist. She was getting ready to turn it off, to show everyone what she was really like, when she saw something weird: a light that had never been on. Aleksi’s quizzical expression was so obvious that Ashley, now looking at the same spot that the lizard was, asked what was wrong with her jewelry, a question that Aleksi ignored when she poked the damned thing with her finger. Suddenly, the blinking light shone even brighter, projecting a small hologram directly above it: a flat screen with a simple, if utterly terrifying message. “WARNING: LIMIT CAPACITY REACHED. EXCESS GROWTH DETECTED. PLEASE TURN DEVICE OFF.” The lizard’s reaction was twofold. Internally, she was screaming with the kind of pure, childish glee that only someone who was just given their life’s dream on a silver platter could truly experience; she was growing, the punch did work, and now her true self was even larger than before… even if only temporarily! On the other hand, now her compressor was reaching its breaking point, Aleksi didn’t have any spares, and thus her options were limited: either run home and hide from everyone, or embrace what was about to happen and have fun with the proceedings. Caught between a rock and a hard place, the liz compromised by bolting off towards the bathroom, leaving Ashley behind to question just what had happened in front of her before running after her friend, only to find the door had been locked from the inside. The poor gal, so drunk that she could barely see straight, was forced to sober up from the panic alone, banging her fist against the door and loudly demanding she be let inside, to no avail. Inside the empty bathroom, Aleksi was trying to keep her composure long past the point where she’d given it up for the sake of indulging in her growth mania. Looking back, it made perfect sense for her not to have grown out at all, though how exactly she forgot she had a compressor on was still anyone’s guess… though probably the alcohol if she had to gamble on it. Looking down at her trinket, the warning light was still blinking, the rhythm getting faster as its ability to keep her at her diminutive size was strained to the breaking point and beyond. Already the lizard could feel as her clothing began to get tighter all over, the fabric being ripped apart with long, drawn-out noises that filled the air with the promise of overflowing flesh and bulging assets. She looked at herself in the mirror, watching in awe as her frame moved upwards into view, occupying progressively more of the reflexive surface until finally the top of her head broke free from it. The ceiling approached at a quick pace, her hands were starting to crack the sink from how hard she was holding onto it, and the clothes that were once so loose around her now hung in tatters over her shoulders and arms. And yet she still had the compressor on. In fact, it was still working, she knew that it was; what Aleksi was experiencing, at long last, was the spillage that she’d been looking for ever since taking the first sip of tainted punch, except now she was also acutely aware of just how much was being hidden away by her compressor, ready to burst free from its confinement and show off to the whole world. And while the lizard might once have seen this as a dreadful turn of events, now it was harder for her to rationalize her own desires away; if in vino veritas still applied, then clearly she wanted to be seen that way, and everything else was just an excuse her non-drunk mind made up to make her feel better about denying her own urges for no good reason. After all, if everyone else around her was perfectly fine with growing too much for their own clothes, and some of them weren’t even that drunk at all, then why was she so preoccupied over what they might think of her doing the same? It felt downright silly. “Aleksi?” Ashley called out from outside, “Aleksi please, come out! Everyone’s worried and there are people wanting to use the bathroom too, come on!” Ah, Ashley, wonderful Ashley. Such a good friend, always willing to include her, always happy to have the lizard around, even if half the time it was an excuse to poke fun at her height or lack of curves. So eager to share them that she went so far as to taint a punch bowl purely so that her good friend of many years could finally enjoy themselves and feel what it was like to be big for one night. How little did she know of the truth, how little did she understand what kind of fire she was playing with. Aleksi could barely contain a smile as she ripped the mirror from the wall, holding it out at arm’s length in order to inspect the damage to her body: at least as tall as the room itself was, slightly more toned and with a bit more breast and ass to grab, but still nothing too special, not in comparison with what she knew she had within herself. There was no point remaining inside the bathroom though; the living room had a higher ceiling and was thus the perfect spot for her to truly go wild with removing her compressor. Besides, it gave her an opportunity to show off to everyone when she finally opened the door… or removed it off its hinges, the damage she was doing not really registering in a mind that was now drunk with both alcohol and lust. The crowd assembled on the other side gasped in both shock and terror at the sight, at the sudden emergence of a grand Aleksi, one so enormous that almost half of her body was hidden away above the doorframe, from whence came the most devilish of giggling. The lizard forcing her way through to the other side was anything but the Aleksi that they remembered, towering over everyone and having to slightly bend over just to avoid bumping her head against the ceiling every time they took a step. Their shiny teeth on full display thanks to their wide grin, more smug than anything else, the amazonian liz didn’t even bother asking people to get out of the way, instead opting to hip-check them onto the ground whenever they got too close. Not that anyone really did anything about it; a few even went so far as to deliberately approach her just to make sure that her body was as soft as it looked like, their faces frozen in a dreamy expression after they received their confirmation. With the whole house hearing every step that Aleksi took, it was no wonder that by the time she emerged into the living room, most of everyone was already there waiting for her, gasps spreading throughout the crowd when they got a good look at what sort of mini-giantess she was now. Little did they know that what they were seeing was only the start of it all, a larval stage if one will, hiding the true potential hidden inside of that curvaceous lizard they were unashamedly admiring. Aleksi brought a hand to her wrist, caressing it gently; the compressor trinket was designed to expand itself should the need arise, but the closer it got to its limit, the harder it was for it to fit snugly. It dug into her skin, her hand already tingly from the lack of circulation, thus making it a necessity for Aleksi to take it off herself… but after doing so, there would be no turning back. The lizard held her fingers on the lock, taking one final moment to wonder if she should really do what she was planning to; though her coworkers would probably assume it was the result of the tainted punch at first, there would be no going back afterwards, not when they compared her size to theirs and realized something was absolutely off. Removing the compressor meant revealing her true self to the world… and frankly, she was out of excuses not to do so. With a click, the bracelet was removed, falling to the ground and shattering almost instantly from how brittle it had become, shards of it spreading in every direction and momentarily distracting onlookers before the true show began. Without anything to hold it back, Aleksi’s body was free to grow outwards in every direction, free to finally become everything it was meant to be, after years upon years of self-denial and undue restraint. Finally it could reach towards the elevated ceiling of the living room, breezing past the ten-foot mark and beyond, free to plump up her already-shapely rear and flare out her thighs, free to add plush to her hips until they were softest set of pillows one could ever hope to lay their head on… and free to give her breasts the boost they finally needed, with each mound inflating until they were easily as big as her head, right before they kept going, only stopping once they covered most of her chest and stopped just short of going below the waist; coincidentally, this gave everyone behind her a magnificent view of her backboob, enough to send most people there flying to the ground as they were struck by a strong and sudden case of arousal overload. For Aleksi though, this was what she lived for, this release that she had denied herself for so long. Now that she had it, now that it was out there in the world, it felt ridiculous for her to have spent so much time and energy trying to avoid it; looking at those faces in the crowd, staring at her like she was some sort of wondrous piece of modern art, it was easy to forget that she was entirely naked, and perhaps that was the reason they were all staring. Her friends and coworkers knew her as Aleksi, the diminutive, ‘bold-like lizard from accounting who really liked watching terrible movies and made a mean popcorn whenever she felt like it, always one to avoid large upgrades, always one to deny the use of company-provided enhancers. And now there she was, bigger than all of them, big enough to have to hunch over even with the higher ceiling, allowing her immense breasts to hang heavily beneath her, swinging ponderously and inviting any who would be bold enough to come and have a squeeze. Not that anyone did; they were too busy being awestruck. “You know, I have to say, it’s been such a nice, pleasant time knowing all of you,” Aleksi spoke up, her voice booming, dominant, and yet oddly melodious at the same time, “and honestly, I appreciate the attempt at cheering me up, but… I think you can see that it wasn’t really necessary.” She turned to face Ashley, who by that point had taken a few tentative steps towards her, being careful not to overstep her bounds, and flinching backwards just as soon as the lizard laid eyes on her… and for good reason too, considering Aleksi swooped down to grab her and then unceremoniously shoved her straight into her own bosom, bringing her hands to the sides of her tits and squeezing her now-smaller friend in her cleavage. Not enough to hurt, just enough to knock the wind out of her sales (quite literally, given how hard it was to breathe in there) before dropping her back on the ground underneath her. “And you… well, I could go on and on Ashley, but frankly?” - Aleksi’s words were honeyed, to give her friend a false sense of security before she collapsed, letting her ample bust smush the panda gal, who was already experiencing something akin to a perpetual state of climax - “I think this speaks for itself, doesn’t it? Now, excuse me, I think I need to leave before the building comes crashing down on me; I’m feeling a bit cramped, if you know what I mean.” Everyone knew what she meant, and though it was obvious what was about to happen, even Jim couldn’t bring himself to complain about his house getting wrecked. In just a few seconds, Aleksi had gotten back on her feet and walked towards the front door, barreling through two walls before emerging from the facade into the great outdoors, giving the suburbs she now loomed over something to think about. Similar parties going on in nearby houses had to stop just so they could watch the giantess approaching them, with a few of the tiny ones loudly proclaiming how amazing their neighbor’s holograms were; they were the first to be shown how wrong they were, either via tit-smothering or having the nearest lamppost be hip-checked into oblivion. The old liz was no longer in there, or rather, had been relegated to a small corner in the back of her head; the new Aleksi was in charge now, the amazon who relished in the opportunity to show her body off and let people cream themselves at the sight. It was the best gift she could’ve given herself, even if she knew the surge in size was only temporary. That alone was the only thing that soured her excitement: knowing that, come the dawn, she’d be back to merely being large enough to dominate a room, rather than a whole house. But at least now she was free to show off properly. Free to go to work wearing the most revealing of clothes while proclaiming innocence; after all, she’d always been that big. And who knew? Maybe someone had some spare punch.

The small coin rolled over the counter and ended up spinning on one end, tantalizing and irresistible as it refused to hold quiet. Gandra watched as its revolutions grew slower and slower, her eyes desperate to track every motion of that, her one tiny bit of payment for services rendered. The man who had tossed it aside to her didn’t even seem to care that much, as he had turned around and returned to his drinking, not understanding the grand gift he had just bestowed upon the kobold. The whole situation had been nothing if not happenstance, what with Gandra just walking into that inn at the right time to hear someone shout for more drinks and then pat her on the top of the head, probably mistaking the tiny ‘bold for someone who actually worked there; quite odd, seeing as no one of her species was anywhere to be found. Not wanting to be seen as unhelpful, she did as she was told, sheepishly asking the inkeep for an extra drink for “that rowdy man over there” and receiving a sigh in return. Clearly, whoever that person was, they had made quite the impression with the owner, but since they ​did​ end up pouring some more ale, they were probably not quite at the point of being barred from entry. Regardless of what the case may be, the loud man paid her for her assistance, or more accurately for being “cute as batton”, whatever that meant; Gandra hadn’t expected monetary recompense, especially not seeing what tended to happen to tiny critters like her when they got their hands on some treasure, so seeing that one, solitary coin rolling across the table and spinning away in front of her snout made the whole thing worth the embarrassment. Without a moment to spare, she pocketed the glinting treasure, finding some spot in her rags to stash it away from any prying hands. Immediately she felt warmth descending upon her, filling her from top to bottom and back to the top, while her mind was awash with the kind of pleasurable sensations that were most often reserved for more private moments with other kobolds of a romantic persuasion. This was their “curse”, cast upon them in ancient times, leaving them unable to ever accept any money or physical objects of value in exchange for just about anything; it was an addiction, and one that not only set in quickly, but utterly refused to go away once it had entrenched itself into a kobold’s mind. Gandra had spent most of her life travelling from place to place, deliberately avoiding any kind of entanglements which might lead to her falling into that trap. Most other races were entirely unaware of this aspect of kobold physiology and psychology, believing their aversion to money to be some sort of acquired instinct after dealing with dragons for so long. If only they knew the truth, they might be more reticent when trying to throw coins at them whenever they did something remotely useful, but as it stood, it was just something that humans and other such creatures didn’t really pay too much mind to. So Gandra, already tired from her journey to the town, was forced to confront herself with one of the most alluring sights someone of her kind might ever see, far too present in her field of view to just be ignored. If the man had ​asked​ if she wanted a reward, the tiny ‘bold would’ve said no; but just throwing the coin at her without any warning, letting her see the light reflected off its surface as it spun closer towards her… it was just too much to resist, really. That it had the effect that it did just made it all the better, and if not for the inn being as packed as it was, it would’ve been filled by a whole bunch of incredibly undignified kobold noises. For the time being, however, she kept her mouth shut and the rest of her body buzzing with excitement when she turned around and headed back to the inkeep. The clearly-tired man took a while before noticing her, and even after he did they still served everyone else before turning towards the diminutive ‘bold. Without skipping a beat, he declared the inn didn’t have any free rooms, especially not for someone who wouldn’t pay, and that Gandra should seek shelter in the nearby monastery; they would be more than happy to take care of a traveller like herself. Thoughtful, if brutish, and it took the kobold a few moments to gather up the willpower to say she wasn’t actually looking for a room, but wanting to help with that night’s influx of patrons. The owner clearly thought something was amiss about that, as he kept staring down at the small creature without even bothering to blink, but a quick look at how packed the building was broke down whatever resistance he might be putting up, and with a sigh, they introduced themselves as Grant and apologized for the overall lack of care. “I wasn’t expecting this, you see,” he explained, “but there’s a joust up north and we’re on the way there, so suddenly we have every squire-to-be wanting a drink for courage.” Truth be told, Gandra already knew that; jousting tournaments were always a great source of both fun and free food, what with everyone being too busy with the main events to really care about the tiny ‘bolds scurrying about swiping bits and pieces from the overly stuffed tables. Always such excess at those events, with none in the nobility caring to think that they might attract opportunistic little brats like herself; it even served as an impromptu reunion, of sorts, seeing as so many of her kind congregated to loot the place of anything that wouldn’t be missed that it was always a great opportunity for kobolds that hadn’t seen one another in months or years to reconnect. It was usually all capped off by a grand feast of their own, where all of the collected loot that hadn’t already been devoured would be placed around a campfire and the group of kobols would eat to their heart’s content, often to the point where they alerted the nearby tourney and then had to run for their lives! Good times, really. This was what Gandra was expecting when heading north, but now that she saw an opportunity to indulge a bit in her less-than-savoury desire for getting paid to do things, she didn’t exactly want to carry on with her journey. After all, she could very much just… stay there. Make herself useful, even ingratiate her fine, educated self with the innkeeper in exchange for free lodging and meals, who knew? All that mattered was getting in his good graces, and the rest would just have to come on its own. A little bartering here and there, and Gandra convinced the innkeeper she wasn’t looking for a job, merely a way to distract herself for the night before moving on to the monastery or even further north. Though Grant was clearly suspicious of the offer, he wasn’t about to deny much-needed help when it was just given to him, and even agreed to let the kobold keep any coin that happened to be thrown at her by his customers… just as long as she didn’t take any of the actual payments owed to him. Happy beyond her ability to express it, Gandra bounded off into the middle of the crowd, eager to find more people who would give her pretty, ​valuable​ shinies in exchange for some favour or another. She quickly found a stable source of tips in the form of a group of errant knights that had taken over one of the largest tables in the whole inn; not only did they appear to be extremely wealthy, but they had just returned from a successful tourney in the southern border, where they had bested a neighboring duchy’s elite royal guard. For them, this was a day of celebration and the promise of further victories, which obviously resulted in them spending an inordinate amount of funds on drinks and foodstuffs. For the kobold, this was exactly the opportunity she had been looking for, and while no one really noticed it in the middle of all the commotion, her body began to adapt to the sudden influx of wealth coming down her way. It was, again, the “curse” bestowed upon her kind, to become the very things they once served out of fear and desperation; that with their own greed, they would become their very antithesis. Much as the sensations themselves were incredibly addictive, the knowledge that they would completely lose their sense of self in the process was usually enough to keep pretty much every kobold away from anything that might lead them down that road… but when ambushed by wealth, just like Gandra had been, very, ​very​ few could resist the allure of more coin. Thus it was that the kobold saw herself becoming less and less like her true self and increasingly more like something straight out of some lewd artist of pen and parchment’s wet dreams, what with her previously-loose rags hanging less and less from her body and instead clinging tightly to what was a burgeoning form. Once again, considering how tiny she was compared to everyone else (barely reaching anyone’s waists, really), it was hard to tell how flared her hips were becoming or how her bosom was filling out to the point where she might genuinely need some form of support, hence why Gandra kept on helping whoever she could in between returning the errant knights’ table, happy to receive what meagre scraps she was awarded. Over time, however, even the most inebriated of that night’s patrons had to notice that something odd was going on with the kobold’s body, especially when the rags she was wearing began to tear in just the right places to show off her surprisingly well-toned body and deliciously soft curves; the ‘bold wasn’t even trying to hide them at that point, happily flaunting her plump asscheeks and swiping the occasional wandering hand with her thickened tail. Soon enough, the fact that the kobold was growing was making the rounds between the tables, though no one quite knew just what was causing it… and good thing, as well, since it ​did​ give Gandra the time she needed to rest and recover her mind from where it had been sent to when the customers began to trickle away, leaving her alone with the innkeeper. A very confused, somewhat-aroused innkeeper. It was evident from his expression, and how his eyes wandered all over Gandra’s new body, that he wasn’t at all fully interested in discussing economics or monetary matters; he still ​tried​, though, bless his heart, attempting to steer the topic of conversation over to how much the kobold had made and just what exactly she was intending to do with all that money. Gandra, meanwhile, was getting accustomed to feeling like the center of attention, and didn’t really enjoy having to just throw it away after a single night. Maybe it was a poor call making that decision while her head was still obviously being affected by her treasure-derived growth, or even just the simple fact that, for once in her life, she felt ​desired,​ but the kobold honestly couldn’t come up with a good reason why not to make that proposal. So, with uncharacteristic determination and both hands on her hips, slightly off to the side in order to further accentuate how striking they were compared to her still-thin waist, she offered the innkeeper a proposition: keep her around as a helper in exchange for lodging and meals, and she would assist with anything the inn might need in exchange for whatever tips she received from the customers. No sack of coin for a wage, no agreed-upon work contract, just a place to sleep, a leg of meat a day to snack on, and the ability to pocket whatever loose gold or copper happened to fall by her side. Grant, meanwhile, was desperately trying to come up with a reason to say no to that not-so-tiny creature. Something was clearly afoot, something that would make keeping her around for a long period of time all-but impossible if she kept on growing like that, but he couldn’t deny that the ‘bold had been a surprise hit with the clientele, so much so that a few people even asked him if she worked there or not, looking mighty disappointed when told that the critter was just a visitor like most of them. Maybe, just maybe, he could milk the opportunity for as long as it was feasible and then dump her the moment he had the chance. Yeah, that would do. With their new arrangement agreed upon, Gandra was allowed to go find some hole that she could scurry off into, with the kobold happily doing just that before ending up underneath a flight of stairs to the bedrooms on the second floor. There was a small cupboard underneath it, probably used for storage so long ago that a thick layer of dust had already settled on it; the perfect place to begin organizing her hoard. Sure, it was only a handful of coins at the time, barely enough to pay for her own stay there if she had to. But that wasn’t the point; the core issue was that she ​had​ treasure, therefore she ​had to start hoarding it. Actually ​spending​ the coin was unthinkable to her, hence why she would rather effectively sell herself off into indentured servitude rather than, say, ask for her expenses to be deducted from her pay, because the only thing that mattered was making that tiny pile of shiny, glowing metal into a ​bigger​ pile of shiny, glowing metal. This was the essence of the kobold’s “curse”, and the one thing that Gandra could not, under any circumstance, avoid doing. It was instinctual to her, like breathing or being a snarky, sassy little cunt; she couldn’t just avoid doing it, as it would be against her fundamental nature. In a way, it was an in-built vicious cycle: much as they could try and resist the allure of treasure when it was offered to them, the moment they ​had​ it meant they would start organizing their whole life around guarding it, therefore ensuring they would be constantly exposed to its corruptive influence, and so on and so forth. There was a very good reason why even the uninformed common folk politely avoided giving kobolds any money for anything, even if it was more out of a paternalistic sense of decency than anything else. Kept dragon attacks down, at least. Unfortunately for that town, they had a developing draconic problem growing right there underneath their unknowing noses, a problem that they were utterly unprepared for and would very much regret fostering later down the line. Because in addition to the changes already enacted upon her, the kobold would also see her greed spike to truly absurd levels, coupled with an innate desire for dominance and a heightened sense of territoriality, all qualities that a budding dragon absolutely needed in order to mark out its new territory. Sure, she was absolutely harmless for the time being, what with her ability to fight anything stronger than a beetle being questionable at best, but over the course of the coming days, Gandra would start to reverse that trend. It was slow at first, with the tips not really being enough to affect her ​that​ hard; problem with the whole thing was, the process of becoming a dragon just happened to be exponential, and the larger the hoard was, the more had to be added onto it before its effects began to be felt again. For Gandra, this meant a very slow, very deliberate transformation, courtesy of the admittedly small market she was dealing with in terms of tipping; with the tourney up north over, the traffic had died down to the point where the innkeeper was making rather unsubtle comments about the kobold paying for her food. It took her having the “bright” idea of marketing ​herself​ for him to back down, something that surprised the kobold to no end, who had expected Grant to kick her out of the place for daring to suggest such a thing; instead, he took up the concept and ran with it, figuring that if anything would draw people to his establishment, it was the promise of a growing busty dragoness. Having it said out loud like that made the ‘bold’s cheeks flush brightly with a deep green, her hands instinctively flying to her muzzle in order to cover her shame. There was no mistake, she was a lot more open about how much she was adoring her new curves than she had been at first, but to just ​hear it​ like that made it sound so much more lurid than they had ever expected it to. In a way, it was only right; she ​was​ a growing busty dragoness, and it was a very good thing indeed that the innkeeper recognized it. At the same time, however, it felt like it was devaluing what was supposed to be a proud draconic heritage in exchange for some cheap titillation, and Gandra was absolutely ​not​ ok with that. It was the innkeeper’s turn to convince her, pointing out that not only would she not be required to live up to what would admittedly be the first thoughts of many a thirsty male who were told about her existence, but she could very well continue to be the same kind of room-dominating presence she had been since arriving at his establishment; after all, there wouldn’t be a shortage of folks who would pay good money just to be put in their place by someone like her, a thought that was, to be fair, far more alluring to her than it had any right to be. It took a while before word began to spread, owing to the (understandable) skepticism about a random inn in the middle of the King’s Road suddenly acquiring a kobold-turned-dragoness who was very much in love with her new body and wanted to share it, but as soon as a few curiosity-seekers began to trickle in and then went back to whence they came to confirm that Gandra was, in fact, ​completely real​, every day at that place turned into a repetition of the ‘bold’s first time at the inn. Soon enough, even the budding dragoness wasn’t enough, and with business booming as much as it was, the innkeeper could afford to hire a couple of folks from the town to help around the kitchen, while Gandra carried on with her serving duties. Of course, all of this had a powerful knock-on effect on the small hoard the kobold (if she could even be called that anymore) was keeping for herself, to the point where she petitioned the local lord to be allowed to move into one of the abandoned houses left behind after the previous wave of conscription. Much as it pained her to part with even the smallest portion of her treasure, the man was adamant that he be paid in something other than sexual favours or the promise of even more people visiting their fiefdom to see the amazing growing dragoness that was Gandra. She scowled and growled and skulked her way back to the cupboard, by that point barely able to fit herself in there, gathering only as much coin as requested and needing to fight the urge to short-change the bastard who refused to be as polite and understanding as the innkeeper had been. At least with a house of her own she could finally stretch out and make some room, mostly by tearing down any wall that wasn’t strictly necessary and removing quite literally everything except for the floorboards. Moving her treasure over made her incredibly paranoid, fearful that anyone and everyone might be plotting against her; the pile of coins ​had​ grown large enough that she needed to take special precautions to ensure no one ever stumbled upon its location, therefore requiring her to move it to her new home by the cover of night. At least Grant had never once even tried to take a look inside; he might be a lecherous, lewd little shit sometimes, but he had his professional standards and he would never break them, and Gandra had to appreciate that. With far more space to spread the hoard around, it became clear how pitifully tiny it actually was. Back in the inn, stuffed as it was into a cupboard she herself had outgrown, it was easy to think that it was a modest fortune in tips, especially since she didn’t have any real expenses; but after moving in and seeing how it barely covered the center of the main living space, the ‘bold was desolate. Surely that couldn’t be it, could it? It looked like so much more back there under the stairs, but apparently it was just a laughably tiny covering of coins that would barely make a dent in the grand halls of any real dragons, high up in the mountains. And she ​wanted​ to compete with those. Still far away from it, obviously, but every dragon had to start somewhere, and Gandra knew that she’d stumbled onto a lucrative business venture that would let her get a much bigger and stabler headstart than most of her kind. Other kobolds might spend months or years before amassing as much wealth as she had already, greedily holding on to a ratty old bag filled with coins; meanwhile, she was living the good life, not only serving as the main attraction for her source of income, but getting free food out of it as well! Food that she very much needed; Gandra had already grown to be about as tall as Grant was, quite the change compared to what she had been just weeks prior. From barely three feet tall to being able to stare any customer in the eye, along with a set of curves that already looked slightly “off” compared to the rest of her; an ample bosom complemented her slim waist and extra-wide hips merging down with a set of thighs and pair of asscheecks that constantly invited wandering hands to try their luck and see what happened if they pushed the ‘bold too much. Even her species was dubious at that point, considering her scales had gone from rough-edged to perfectly smooth, their emerald colour accentuated and practically glinting under any source of light, promising a body that was perfect for running fingers across. Her snoot had begun to change shape as well, lengthening slightly while the teeth contained within grew sharper still, while her diminutive horns, previously nothing but tiny nubs on the top of her skull, began to grow longer and more pearly-white, in addition to several more spike formations around her joints; the whole thing had the effect of making her appear significantly more intimidating than any of the guards the local lord had dispatched to keep an eye on her, and if it weren’t for everyone’s collective fear of the tax man, they would probably listen to Gandra before giving a rat’s arse about what the man in the castle had to say about anything. Not that there weren’t people who very much enjoyed pushing their luck just to see where it ended. Ass-slapping and thigh-grabbing were the words of the day, every day, and while Gandra was happy to ignore it so long as the patron happened to be drunk (or nice) enough, every once in a while the rising draconid had to remind everyone what the rules were, which typically involved bending someone’s arm behind their back until they screamed loud enough for the guards to come in. Always an interesting sight, to see a group of heavily-armed men stare at her like they were looking at Death itself, knowing that if they ever tried to ​enforce​ the rules their lord had written down, they’d end up as helpless as whoever the ‘bold was manhandling at the time. Not that Gandra would ever resort to something like that; she’d just charm their armour off and have them join her on her growing bed of gold. This was the main reason why she even bothered working at the inn at all; the transformation into a proper dragon had all-but halted after a certain point, with the tips just not being enough to do anything to her body anymore. Granted, by that point, she was a good eight feet tall and carried a bust and rear that needed to be handled carefully, lest they accidentally swing too hard and smack someone too hard. On a few occasions, the dragoness hip-checked someone onto a nearby table, offering a half-hearted apology to the poor sod who forgot about who had the right of way in that establishment. Grant, meanwhile, grew increasingly subservient to her whims and desires, until eventually he cracked and began paying her a salary in addition to all the other perks she already received. It was only fair, after all; not only was Gandra the main reason why he was even making money hand over fist in the first place, but he wasn’t even ​using​ it. Much like the ‘bold, the innkeeper had his own hoard, stashed away in some bank in a city up north. And if he wasn’t going to put the money to good use, she would. This didn’t really help a lot; even a weekly wage didn’t make her grow nearly as much as she hoped it would. This could only mean one thing, and while she wouldn’t have liked it one bit just months before, now… things weren’t so simple. Gandra had never been a criminal. Not even in her darkest days, when food was scarce and the prospect of having the slightest cover over her head was a fantasy, did she ever consider taking up a life of crime to improve her lot in life; she was too good-natured for that, unable to even ​think​ about harming anyone, directly or indirectly. At times, she would avoid stepping on bugs on the ground, her small size making it easy for her to sympathize with such lowly creatures, who scurried from place to place at the whims of beasts far greater than they could ever imagine. But the kobold was no longer the diminutive, naive thing she used to be, and certainly not the kind of goody two-shoes excuse for a do-gooder that had multiple times refused the prospect of wealth for the sake of some poorly-thought sense of decency or morality. Having been shown the truth of the world, that their “curse” was far more of a blessing in disguise and would lead her to a kind of greatness few of her kind could imagine, there was no doubt in her mind that she needed something more than tips in an inn. If her transformation was to continue, something more substantial was needed, something that would add a great sum of wealth to her hoard, something that ​meant​ something. And she had just the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the same lord that had insulted her so much in the past. It was amazing what people said when they were so drunk they could barely see straight; give a human a drink and they’ll spill even their deepest, darkest secrets… or, in the case of the local castellan, visiting the town on a routine inspection of their grain shipments, the news that there would be a large caravan filled with collected taxes heading north to the capital via the King’s Road, straight through the town they were in. He didn’t know when that would happen, as even ​he​ wasn't privy to that kind of information (reserved only for his liege and the head of the local soldiery), only that the heavily-escorted carriage would arrive sometime in the following week. This was all Gandra needed to know. Now, actually finding a way to steal all that gold was something else entirely, because as far as she knew, there was no one around who would even begin to ​want​ to help her piss off the king. Low-key annoying the local lord, maybe diverting some grain bags for the sake of a gag, maybe, but the monarch? Far too big a target for anyone to consider, leaving her alone to conjure up a plan to ambush the caravan. This was made worse by how she still needed to help around the inn, something that was beginning to wear on her as it no longer provided the raw sense of satisfaction that it used to. In the end, she resolved to terminate her “contract”, politely requesting that Grant find someone else to replace her while she “found her new place in the world”, as the dragoness put it. At least the man was reasonable enough to understand; Gandra was already far too big to even move around properly, and her wings growing in had only made it even more impossible to keep things nice and clean. Not only that, but without having to pay for her, he could afford to hire two more people to help with business, even if he knew that it would mostly die off after she left. Gandra, meanwhile, used her newfound free time to… sleep, mostly. The King’s Road was wide and well-travelled, meaning that any attempts at placing traps or surveilling it more closely would inevitably attract attention. The dragoness had an idea for what she’d do to grab the coin for herself, but it needed split-second timing and advance warning, so most of her time was spent snoozing on a hill just outside the town, overlooking the road as it came into it, her hoard locked inside of a strongbox and buried nearby to prevent any looters from raiding her house in the meantime. For three days she waited, bathing in the sun and allowing her metabolism to slow down to the point where even thirst didn’t grip her. For three days she stared ahead, half-awake, hoping to see something different. And after three days, she got what she wanted, when a very large carriage surrounded by armed, mounted knights slowly made its way into town, stopping at the crossroads leading west to the lord’s manor. Gandra had expected them to stop there, either to purchase supplies or find some rest somewhere safe. From her vantage point, she saw the group of horseback riders turn away from the inn and head off towards the manor, and in that moment, the dragoness knew she had won already. Following them at a distance was easy enough, even if she couldn’t afford to fly for fear of being spotted, but upon reaching the edge of the property, the carriage was clearly visible making its way inside before the gates closed. The former kobold sat down and waited patiently, knowing that for her plan to have any success, patience was of the utmost importance. The sun went down several hours later, and with it came a large detachment of armed men surrounding both the wall around the manor and the main gate itself. Unfortunately for them, Gandra had deliberately spread rumours about her departing the town before taking up her position on the hill, meaning they most likely believed her to be very far away. It made it almost too​ easy to take flight from someplace away from sight, rising far enough into the sky that no one heard her wide, leathery wings flapping in the cold silence; a few circles around the manor and the carriage’s position was identified, prompting Gandra to swoop down and land on the roof of the large building as softly as she could. There were two knights guarding her loot, both of which had their swords drawn and their equipment so shiny that it was very evident it hadn’t been used in a long while. With her strength being what it was, taking them out would be easy enough; it was doing so silently that was the main issue. Looking down at what would be her second landing site, Gandra sighed in relief after noticing the lack of any windows; the carriage had been dragged into a remote corner of the property, surrounded on one side by the large wall and on the other by the building itself. It thus made it a viable approach for the dragoness to lean over the edge and allow herself to fall, using her weight to collapse one of the knights and knock them out before they had a chance to call for help. Obviously, this made enough noise that his companion immediately came around the corner, only to be swiped across the head by Gandra’s spiked tail, the impact disorienting him for just enough time that the dragoness lunged at him again, knocking the poor guy out and probably bending his helmet so badly they’d need a blacksmith to remove it. With the two guards out of the way, it was a matter of forcing open the doors and having her eyes open wide upon seeing an enormous metal box occupying most of the seat in the back. She could ​feel​ the wealth inside, her draconic senses telling her that not only was that thing filled with coin, but with jewelry of various shapes and sizes as well! A good harvest for the tax collectors, and a heavy weight for her to drag out, having to exercise all of her strength to even lift off from the ground, much less ​fly​ anywhere. Her loud, huffy struggling was enough to alert everyone inside the house that someone was wrong, but by the time they arrived to see the treasure was gone, so too was Gandra, who had crashed in the nearby woods and decided she’d rather leave the stolen goods there and retrieve the rest of her hoard later. Besides, she needed to ​see it.​ Proximity to so much gold was already having a pronounced effect on her body, especially since it was technically ​hers​ now after successfully making off with it. Her wings had already grown powerful enough mid-flight to even let her run away in time, and quickly enough she was melting the locks off with a whiff of flame rather than trying to lockpick them with a claw or spike. The tree she was sitting against groaned as her scales began to strip away its bark and her body bent it over, the chest itself being obscured by a pair of growing breasts that made it incredibly difficult to concentrate. By the time Gandra succeeded in opening the metal box, revealing its shimmering contents, the local lord was being detained for conspiracy against the king, and the dragoness was having to strain herself ​very​ hard not to start roaring in utmost bliss and delight. It was impossible to stop it; her body had been given an opportunity to finally grow closer to its ideal self and it wasn’t going to let go of it, not it when had just come into possession of so much treasure that, were it not for her greed making such a prospect unthinkable, Gandra might have been considered leaving her old stuff behind. As it stood, however, those woods were secluded enough that she could try and make a den for herself if there happened to be a cave around, or if not, it would be simple enough to fly away with her hoard now that she had to keep her wings tightly wrapped around herself, what with how immense they were. Gandra was certain that she could very well return to the inn and make one hell of a splash; who ​wouldn’t​ want a piece of her when her body had become the embodiment of obscene beauty? All she needed was a cock and a pair of balls to match those hip-length tits and she could make a fortune as the main attraction for just about anywhere that would have her as a worker. But no, that was a thing of the past. Gandra was no longer a tiny kobold in desperate need of recompense, but a mighty, powerful creature in her own right. Why ​earn​ the money when she could just ​take​ it? As a dragoness, that was her right. And as a dragoness, she was going to exercise it.

Awareness came slowly and painfully to the bull, whose mind was still too sluggish to try and comprehend what had happened to it. Hazy memories floated in front of it, too flimsy to be held without falling apart, too ephemeral to exist for more than just the most fleeting of instants. He was sore all over, that much he was aware of, and as consciousness returned to him, Grimm was vaguely aware of a tightness permeating his lower body, and especially his nether regions. Were he more awake, that might have worried him; in his state, however, it was little more than an afterthought. As the minutes (hours?) passed, he slowly became more aware of his surroundings. They were brightly lit, enough that his first attempt at opening his eyes resulted in a stinging pain that took too long to go away. Blinking in rapid succession, the light filtered into his eyes just enough that he could tell he was in some kind of laboratory; odd machinery lined the pristine-white walls, while a similarly-coloured panelling covered both the floor and ceiling, where bright lights shone with very little space between them. The whole room couldn’t be more than ten feet to the side, perfectly square and with one of the walls being taken up by what seemed to be an opaque mirror of sorts, leading him to wonder if he was being watched… and just who might be doing so. His own predicament became evident when he tried to move, only then becoming fully aware of the position his body was in. He’d been placed on some kind of padded slab, medical table or upright bed, stretched out with his arms and legs kept firmly to his sides by way of several metallic bindings. They were just loose enough that he could move around a bit, but doing so ended up being too painful for him to consider trying it again; the last thing he needed was to chafe his skin off. This was quickly followed by the realization that he could feel the shackles on his skin, then the understanding that he was, in fact, entirely naked. It probably should have bothered him a lot more than it did, but frankly, being stuck inside of a laboratory made him reconsider what he should think of as “normal”. If nothing else, it made perfect sense for a test subject to be stripped nude. He just had no idea why he was a test subject at all. Looking around yielded no obvious answers either; the place was empty aside from himself and the obviously-unused equipment, with even the supposed observation room remaining silent on their presumed guinea’s pig sudden awakening. If anyone was there, they weren’t paying attention to him; that, or he was beneath their notice for the time being. Trying to escape was pointless, as was screaming for help; the whole damn place was probably soundproof, and even if it weren’t, then who exactly would be close enough to help him out? He seriously doubted he was stuck inside anyone’s basements, much less anywhere closer to the public. His isolation wouldn’t last too long, however, as a hidden panel slid open to reveal a long corridor built into one of the room’s walls. The other end of it was shrouded in darkness, revealing only the first few feet, bathed in the light of the laboratory itself… and that was all that was needed. There stood a person there, barely able to fit into the door-sized opening, holding a clipboard on one hand and an exquisitely ornate pen in the other. She was bovine in nature as well, and very obviously so: her curves were so heavily accentuated by her choice of attire that one could make the argument she might as well go entirely nude, as that would at least be marginally more decent. The woman’s lower body was dominated by a rear so wide that it almost got itself stuck in the doorway, its associated hips just barely able to match the cheeks for sheer width, all of it melding into a pair of thighs thick enough that Grimm’s mind was instantly assaulted by images of his hands sinking into the pudge and vanishing completely. Her bust was even greater than her bottom assets, a feat of grandiose scale considering it was smaller overall, even if that much wasn’t immediately obvious. More often than not, it was titillation and not overt sexuality that won the day, and it seemed like that woman knew that perfectly and took its implications to heart; if set free, each of her colossal mammaries could probably obscure most of her chest, and judging from how he could hear them even from where he was restrained, the bull could only imagine they had to be stuffed full of sweet milk. And yet, he could clearly see most of her torso anyway, since those gigantic milkers had been stuffed into a button-up shirt that, for all intents and purposes, should not have been holding up as admirably as it was. That the fabric wasn’t ripping itself apart, especially considering how strained the buttons themselves looked with the mass of bulging flesh forcing itself through any hole it could, was an achievement in and of itself, leading Grimm to wonder if the cow’s clothes were made out of some high-tech, science-y super-fabric… or something of the sort, it was hard to think straight when faced with a spectacle like that. “Ah, you’re awake,” she spoke up, her voice as soft and melodious as could be, “I was afraid the sedative was too powerful, but it seems I was thankfully wrong. You’re more robust than expected; this is very good.” Her words were clinical, her tone anything but; it invited him to reach out and touch, to savour her body in the most direct way possible. Her very presence commanded equal parts respect and mindless pleasure, incited lesser minds to tear themselves apart trying to come up with ways of satisfying her, and made Grimm very, very horny. He wished he had the vocabulary to express his arousal in any other way that wasn’t as crude, but alas, he was a simple man; he saw boob, he go hard, such was the way of life. Nonetheless, this woman was clearly not someone to be trifled with. Though her body belonged in far lewder places in some remote corner of the internet, the way in which she deftly avoided collision with any of the precious, very obviously fragile equipment next to her betrayed how accustomed she must be at moving around inside her lab. Her watchful gaze seemed to pierce him as she gave his own form a once-over, pausing excruciatingly long on his groin. He didn’t have anything to worry about there; even if his mind wasn’t sharp or his talents wide, he could never complain about how well-endowed he was between his legs, nor how productive those basketball-sized orbs of his were. It was the one thing he bothered to be proud of rather than mildly apathetic towards, even if he didn’t get to use it very often; this much must be obvious, given that the labcoat-wearing cow kneeled next to him and held one of his orbs in one hand, scrunching her nose as she stared it down, eager to know its deep, churning secrets. “It uh, it won’t go off unless you squeeze it,” Grimm dared to speak up, “just uh… just looking won-” “Please be quiet,” she cut through, “I’m examining your testicles.” A simple command, and one that got a simple answer: nothing. Some part of the bull thought that answer was too on-the-nose not to be hilarious, but knew full well that laughing, chuckling or even so much as smiling inappropriately might very well get him in trouble; he’d heard that kind of forceful tone before and it never ended well for people who tried to call its bluff. It let him know that he was to remain as quiet as a mouse and then some until he was allowed to speak. The cow, for her part, seemed to be content with her observation after just a couple of minutes, after which she moved up to the bull’s manhood. The shaft itself was perhaps the crown jewel of the whole arrangement, nearly two feet of thick, bovine meat that even in its flaccid state still stretched any set of pants Grimm tried to force it into. The slightest touch was enough to make it twitch in anticipation, not to mention begin leaking profusely, the first thing to ever truly surprise the (presumed) scientist in front of him. Her expression, however, was less one of scientific curiosity and far more one of unbridled lust, unnervingly mixed with the kind of bright glee one might see in a child being given its favourite sweet. It didn’t bode well for Grimm and he knew it... and he was completely powerless to stop or postpone it. Mercifully spared of anything but a tight grasp, the bull nonetheless had to contend with rising pressure inside of his package. He was extremely sensitive to any kind of touch, even when he should very well keep it in his pants (or lack thereof, as it may), so it didn’t take much effort for his rod to start thickening as the blood rushed from the rest of his body into that beast of his. The cow observed the curious process with a look of utmost fascination and obvious gluttony, licking her lips as one hand continued to caress Grimm’s nuts, and the other slowly pumped his cock. “You are, by far, the most active producer I’ve ever seen in my many years,” she commented in the same tone of voice as before, picking her clipboard from the floor and pretending to write down a few notes on it, “enough that I believe we can forgo a few initial steps and get straight to the testing!” “Wait, t-testi-” “Did I tell you that you could speak?” Once again her words were forceful enough that they seemed to physically impact him, knocking all wind from his lungs and leaving Grimm trembling in fear of what was about to happen to him. Though he was reasonably certain he wasn’t in mortal peril, he didn’t fancy the idea of having his cock and balls at the disposal of a woman as large and obviously lustful as that one; the last time he had the opportunity to be ridden like that, he ended up needing physical therapy to fix the joint damage and soreness, and that was with a consensual partner that respected his limits. Who knew what this one might do to him? A question that was quick to be answered when she got back up and left him to deal with his backed-up production on his own, his rod’s passive precum leakage not enough to deal with the amount of bloating going on down below, his nuts starting to visibly swell after they were left unattended. The cow was paying attention to one of the many racks lined against the walls, one that held a dizzying array of vials with various, multicoloured liquids; with little effort, she produced something that looked remarkably like an autoinjector, picking one of the tubes and unceremoniously affixing it to one end of the handheld contraption before turning back to face her captive bull. The smile on her face was anything but endearing or reassuring, being more akin to a predator baring their teeth, even if the words she spoke were as honeyed as the finest mead and sweeter than the bounty sloshing around inside of her chest. “This serum has been specially designed to help with edge cases such as yourself,” she explained, approaching Grimm while snapping her fingers, “I’ve been working on it for years, you see; something that could interact with unique, especially-productive bodies in order to further boost their already enhanced capacity for quickly… filling up” - the last two words were anything but scientific, but the sheer amount of lustful energy packed behind him let the bull know they were probably the only ones spoken with any genuine emotion - “I have to say, I had to track you down for quite a while before I could get the drop on you; I’m glad I did~” Though Grimm wanted to say something, he knew better than to try for a “third time’s the charm”, deciding wisely to keep his mouth shut and let the cow finish whatever it was she wanted to say. This was apparently what she desired as well, given that no words left her mouth at all, and yet a wide smile slowly spread across her face; clearly she was enjoying the lack of a snappy comeback, her tits quietly filling the silence as they continued to slosh about louder than they should be. Before he could react, she had already jabbed his arm, injecting the painfully-hot substance into his arm and leaving him to writhe in his spot, unable to control his muscles from spasming. It hurt his ankles and wrists to the point where he could practically feel the fur starting to burn off against his restraints, at least until the cow quickly arranged for an antidote of sorts, giving him a second shot while mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like a “Sorry!” The scalding heat was replaced with a spreading chillness, one that seeped into every inch of him before focusing on the one part that was never anything but boiling-hot: his groin. Both his nuts were approaching the size of yoga balls, his cock twitching and throbbing its way to its full, three-feet turgid length, while his output continued to disappoint; this was the one aspect of his package that didn’t live up to the expectations created by its size, as he was sadly unable to actually vent any of his seed until he reached a climax. This still didn’t stop the cow from kneeling in front of him, once more licking her lips and rubbing her hands together as she stared him down, her fingers approaching his stretched skin before pulling back, the woman clearing her throat and looking up at Grimm’s strained face. “My name is Daisy. You will refer to me as Doctor Daisy if I ever ask that you speak. Nod if you understand.” The bull did, and apparently Daisy found that to be enough of an introduction before her hand met his shaft again… quickly followed by the other one after she realized the rod was simply too big for her to handle with just one. Not that this did anything to hamper her obvious enthusiasm; all pretense of civility and scientific rigour were thrown out the observation window as soon as she touched him, unleashing a savage beast that had been “hiding” just below the surface. Her eager stroking was such a welcome touch after the minutes of pent-up stuffing that poor Grimm failed to hold back for more than just a handful of motions, very quickly reaching his edge and then being sent flying past it. This was, of course, but one of many; the bull was far too virile to be finished in a single load, or set of loads at that, leaving plenty still around for the cow to delight herself with later. For the time being, however, Daisy was content with opening her mouth wide and inviting his thick seed into her mouth, lapping up as much of it as she could get her tongue on. The throaty noises she was making would make anyone blush, and the bull being the mess that he was, his face turned into a shade of crimson best described as a tomato after being covered in extra-thick red paint. Not that he could do anything, being stuck to the table as he was; he did, however, get to see something happen before even Daisy did, something that made his predicament a thousand times more unbearable than it already was. Daisy wasn’t yet aware of it, but the cum strands she was swallowing and licking up were having a profound effect on her anatomy, one that even the scientist herself wasn’t aware was possible. Though not nearly to the same degree as the bull’s balls, her breasts were significantly more milky than most others of her kind; it helped that she refused to drain them unless it was absolutely necessary, which inevitably led to them slowly growing over time. Being forced to carry around gallons upon gallons of milk, stuffed to the point of near-bursting and made to work until their glands simply refused to function anymore, Daisy’s tits had gone from a respectable E-cup during her initial years at the lab to the glorious spectacle of lactic beauty that they were today. What the cow most certainly did not expect was for her latest test subject’s fluids to interact with her own physiology in the way that they did. Wrapped up as she was in drinking as heavily as possible from that seemingly bottomless spout of cum, Daisy failed to notice how her tits were beginning to feel tight, a sensation that had by that point been entirely lost on her; it was so normal to be that way that she never paid attention, even missing the obvious warning sign that it was happening after she was already full. At no point before did her tits begin to produce after filling up, and they were most definitely stuffed; despite this, her chest gurgled and churned loudly enough for Grimm to divert his eyes downward, both of them opening wide when he saw those already colossal mammaries begin to swell outwards, their creamy filling pushing the the button-up shirt to its breaking point and finally doing some damage to the fabric. It was to be expected, really; how could a trip to the lab like that be complete without some milky inflation on the part of a cow that busty? Daisy, for her part, seemed perfectly content in ignoring her bust’s sudden development, focusing on cleaning herself up first before doing anything else. When her hands went to unbutton her shirt, Grimm almost let loose a sigh of relief; clearly she was aware of what was going on and was about to fix it. Instead, the cow merely ripped the buttons apart, making some kind of comment about being “unnaturally tight”, revealing the full size of her breasts to be… quite a bit larger than the bull had anticipated. It was almost a feat of engineering how much she packed those things into her bra, even if the overflow was enough to cause another spurt of cum to erupt from his tip and hit the cow straight in the face. Giggling at the sight, the scientist unclipped the one thing keeping her tits in place, with the strained bra falling to the ground and finally allowing her chest to run as wild as it should; contrary to what the bull initially thought, those things had absolutely no sag whatsoever, being so udderly stuffed that they maintained their spherical nature even without anything to support them. This would have led to the ground turning into an even greater mess of fluids, had Daisy not instantly used her newfound freedom to slap her tits around the bull’s cock, covering them just perfectly enough that only his tip was visible… at least until the cow opened her mouth wide and took it into herself. Never in his life had he experienced something of the sort. Separately, maybe, but put together and it turned into something indescribable. He wanted to scream himself hoarse, beg for release and yet also for it never to end. He wanted to demand she grow even larger for him, milkier, bustier, but knew better than to anger his captor with any unauthorized words. Down below, the titfuck-slash-blowjob was having the same effect on Daisy’s size as the handjob had, making it even more surprising how she seemed unable to register what was happening to her. Seeing as the bull was still in full flow, exacerbated in fact by having a pair of colossal milky mounds wrapped around it, the cow barely had half a second in between loads, most of her concentration directed entirely at gulping down whole mouthfuls of her prisoner’s seed, her throat bulging as each one was forced down, her eyes watering as she struggled to deal with the load. Her bust reacted predictably, the pressure inside rising to dangerous levels as they were spurned to produce more, even while already full. The end result was a steady increase in size that made those things groan so much that Grimm was convinced Daisy was deliberately ignoring them. There was no way the woman could ignore how her tits were now visibly bloating, steadily gaining inches in every direction and becoming heavy enough that even he could feel it as they were expertly handled around his shaft. Unbeknownst to him, the cow wasn’t entirely ignorant that something was wrong, but after being gifted with what had to be the best cock she’d had the pleasure of wrapping her lips around in years, Daisy wasn’t in the best of moods to stop. In her head, the only priority on her list was to suck that male dry and then ride him for whatever was left, and if that meant stretching her belly out with several weeks’ worth of protein, that’s exactly what she was going to do. That said, the effects Grimm’s cum was having on her bust became too pronounced for even the lust-crazed cow to ignore, and while she didn’t want to stop her energetic ministrations, she was left with no choice in the matter; her tits had simply become too heavy for her to lift with only her arms, enough that when she tried getting up, she fell on her enormous ass instead. It took her multiple tries before giving up and using a nearby shelf for leverage, nearly breaking the thing in half in the process. It was only after standing on her two feet that Daisy took the time to admire the effects the man’s seed had on her, something that left her as confused and worried as it did aroused. It was normal for her to grow at that pace, right after being drained. As a result of her deliberately keeping her breasts full for as long as possible, their elasticity and productivity allowed them to start bloating merely minutes after milking herself completely; it used to take hours, but she had addressed that problem. It was a rapid climb to ever-greater sizes, to the point where she made sure to only empty herself after work, not wanting to wake up three hours before her shift started just to give her bust time to fill up properly. Thus, it wasn’t at all a novel experience to watch and feel as her breasts steadily occupied more space in front of her; what worried her was how they were doing so long after they should’ve stopped. She had no more room left inside of those things and her limits had been reached, Daisy had made sure of that; the cow had spent the last five or six days running around at maximum capacity, precisely to make herself as large as she physically could be. So to see her breasts start to swell again, and rapidly enough that she could envision herself grazing the ground in just a few short minutes, awoke many things inside of her, none of which were possessed of anything remotely scientific in nature. Daisy thought to herself that something had to be done; without any kind of release, it was likely she would end up immobilized, a fate that often befell a few of the facility’s test subjects. So often, in fact, that the staff had installed milking machinery into each room in the form of ceiling-mounted suction cups, to be deployed whenever there was an emergency that needed “venting”. For the cow, this emergency was now, and with a flick of her wrist, she produced a control from one of her labcoat’s pockets. Clicking it opened a panel above her head, with two frankly oversized tubes attached to glass cups descending towards her. With uncanny speed, the scientist fixed both of them to her nipples, barely able to get the things to fit at all; the clear piping gave Grimm a perfect view of where the milk was supposed to go, even if the cow had remained miraculously dry up until then. Another click, and the pumps whirred into action. The machinery was meant to drain her, as would be expected of an industrial-grade milker. According to all known laws of biology, if you drained udders, they would become smaller; this was simple physics, and yet somehow Daisy’s body decided such rules didn’t apply to her. The moment the milking began in earnest, the cow let loose a loud moan, dropping the remote on the ground as she fell to her knees, sinking her hands into her tits and biting her lip. Her milk flowed freely and easily, turning the transparent tubes about as white as the ground itself was, but much to her surprise (and some horror), it didn’t make her smaller. Whatever Grimm’s cum had done to her, it made her so unbelievably productive that, despite being on full output mode like the bull, her tits grew faster after being milked! She remained still, watching in stunned bemusement as her udders bloated and gurgled, each pump making them rounder, fuller, heavier, every second making them even more impossible to lift. Trying to get up was becoming harder by the moment, and though Daisy would’ve loved nothing more than to stay there and reap the fruits of her labor, she had better plans. Moving quickly, the cow removed her labcoat and whatever shreds were left of her shirt, before trying to take her slacks off; the lack of room made it impossible to do, hence why the cow decided it was better to just rip the damn things into bits and then worry about them later, just about the same time as she kicked her shoes into a corner of the room. Fully nude, fully free, she heaved herself onto a standing position yet again, delighting in how her full breasts were now so stuffed that they very nearly reached down to her knees, gravity alone unable to stop them from blocking her view as well. She could feel them growing larger, the pumps drawing ever more production from within her, signalling what she was meant to do. It was as clear as day, really. The bull’s cum had done that much for her, so obviously she needed more of it inside of her. And just drinking it wouldn’t be enough, oh no; her body needed some way to process it more directly, more intimately, the way it was supposed to be. And judging from how hard the poor man was, he had more than enough to give her what she wanted and then some. Grimm, stuck to the medical table as he was, had no real recourse beyond watching what was happening in front of him, still pouring out gallons of his seed with every other spurt, also suffering from the same “growing while releasing” issue the cow was; to him though, it was just part of the package (literally), making it less surprising that his nuts were getting dangerously close to the ground and his cock was pushing almost four feet in length. He didn’t quite know what to make of Daisy, but that look on her face was anything but comforting. As he expected, his torment hadn’t even begun. Though obviously struggling to carry around her new milkers, Daisy nonetheless navigated her way to the back of the bed-thing Grimm was restrained to, pulling on some sort of lever and lowering the angle at which the contraption was bent. More and more of the ceiling came into view as the bull was made to lie down horizontally, far closer to the ground than he expected, giving him a perfect view of the cow when she loomed over him at the side. She was smiling, but it lacked any and all mirth; once again the scientist had become an apex predator staring down her next meal, even if she had to do it from a distance thanks to the gloriously oversized udders she now sported. Testing the table’s resistance by unceremoniously dropping both of those things onto the bull, in the process knocking all the air from his lungs, Daisy was seemingly content that the table could hold her weight on top of Grimm’s, and though it took her a lot longer than it normally would’ve (and almost knocked off both of the suction cups), she managed to climb onto it… and onto him. She didn’t particularly care about the specimen underneath her as much as she wanted a “taste” of him in the most direct way possible. Grimm at least got a half-second view of her already-leaking slit before she slammed it down onto his tip, screaming at the top of her lungs about how tight the fit was, only stopping when the bull himself dared to let a sound out, her glare enough to silence him. Didn’t stop his need to moan, though, causing the bull to bite down on his tongue and quite nearly draw blood from the effort of not making any noise at all. As for Daisy herself, one could only hope the laboratory was soundproof; if that weren’t the case, whoever else happened to be around would have to deal with such undignified, throaty, whorish sounds that their own pants might suddenly start getting ripped from second-hand arousal. Grimm didn’t understand how anyone at all could take him at his full length; even the cow’s body had to have its limits, surely… and yet, despite having to sit down on and take four feet of turgid cockmeat, Daisy made no complaint and struggled for barely a second before getting into a rhythm. Maybe she was used to it; she certainly did look like the type who liked to play with her food before eating it, even if she attempted to disguise it under a thin veneer of civility and scientific curiosity. While Grimm racked his brains for anything that might help him get through one of the weirdest situations he’d ever been in, Daisy had made up her mind for what the next stage in the experimental procedure would be. With her tits’ sudden burst of growth throwing everything off the rails, the nominal goals she genuinely had in mind had to be thrown into the rubbish bin and made anew; and considering what was going on with her body, there was no better alternative to what she had planned but stress-testing. Nothing about her current predicament made sense; she was meant to shrink, not grow, drain, not fill up, and yet each time she succeeded in pulling herself off that thick pillar inside of her, only to let gravity slam her back down, her tits gained about half a foot in every direction. The only reason she could even move at all was thanks to the table itself, and very soon the ground, doing most of the work carrying her bust; without having to worry about it weight, she was free to do with him as he pleased, and the one thing she wanted to do was see how far she could stretch his stamina before it broke completely. Grimm, lacking any agency whatsoever in the matter, resolved to do the only thing he could: hold out for as long as possible. It was the only thing he still had under his control, even if just barely, and it gave him an opportunity to test Daisy’s limits as well; maybe, he thought to himself, the cow would break before he did, succumbing to the allure of her udders and becoming a pliable moocow as eager to be milked as the bull was to be emptied out. It was a pipe dream, but he could hold onto it nonetheless in the vain hope that it came to pass, even when Daisy refused to slow down regardless of how full she got. On her end, the cow was enjoying herself far too much to even consider the possibility of holding back or, gods forbid, giving up first. She was going to ride that bull until he had nothing more to give her, and if that meant running herself ragged trying to keep ahead of her own orgasm, that’s just what she’d have to do. How the cow would do it was beside the point; nothing about that experiment even made sense anymore, so why bother with such trivialities as reason or causality? All that mattered to her was feeling her insides be stretched out by the colossal, girthy shaft she was impaling herself on, seeing her tits swell and inflate with their creamy, sweet bounty, hearing the alarm bells above her head telling her that the containment tanks were starting to get full. She heard the rattling of metal and the sputtering of overtaxed machinery, but she didn’t care; whether or not the pumps failed, Daisy got what she wanted: a bust of immense proportions and a stud that reacted to her super serum in the precise way she was looking for. He was truly bottomless, the flow of cum being powerful enough to break through the tight seal created by the cock itself, backblasting onto Grimm’s groin and oozing onto the ground. Despite her best efforts to take all of it, there was simply too much for Daisy to hold onto, and so even when her belly began to grumble, her skin covered in stretch marks as it was forced to make room, most of the bull’s release was splattering onto the ground. It was insanity to think she could hold on that long; the cow had honestly believed Grimm would have some kind of “final” climax, something to tell her his end had been reached, but instead he just kept going like some kind of deranged, organic water spout. There was no end to the amount of seed he pumped into her, to the point where she became far too heavy to move. With a final thud, her body fell onto his, spared the indignity of having a cock-shaped bulge inside of it purely due to how bloated it already was from the cum-bath it had been given. She broke. So quick to promise herself something unattainable and even quicker at giving it up, Daisy cut herself free from her bonds and allowed orgasm to take her, in the process leading her tits down some kind of milky climax of their own, undergoing one final growth spurt of enough strength to smash into the observation room mirror and have it smash into pieces, revealing a completely empty, square-shaped space that served as the perfect reservoir for the free-flowing milk pouring out of the cow’s udders, now that the pump’s suction cups had finally failed to hold onto her teats. She panted, gasping for breath as her filling seemed to have reached its limit, her breasts finally stopping their inexorable growth. Entirely uncaring about the man stuck underneath her (who honestly couldn’t be anywhere better, considering he was trapped underneath the cow’s plush ass and still releasing copious amounts of cum), she murmured something about authorizations, a secondary panel opening and revealing a set of mechanical claws attached to a massive pneumatic system hidden above. As tenderly as they could, the metallic grapplers took their position around one of her tits, picking it up and gingerly bending it so as to bring its nipple within range of the cow’s face. It was astounding how flexible they were, not a hint of pain despite the mound nearly doubling over itself; still plenty of pressurized milk flow, though, making it less of a kiss and more of a frantic attempt at not drowning on Daisy’s part once her nip was close enough to her lips. Still, she didn’t care; the first trial was a resounding success, and she was certain that her bust would be of a magnificent size once she bothered milking herself properly later on. When Grimm was done. Whenever that happened to be.

Very few things were more important after a long day on the road than finding a proper inn to rest one’s bones, maybe have a nice bath and then go to bed and hope that things wouldn’t get too heated. They always did, but Pil still held out the hope that maybe one day he could go twenty-four hours without risking serious pelvis injury. The two of them had been travelling for the better part of the whole day as well, what with them having to head to one of the northernmost cities in the kingdom in order to cash in a contract that required them to hunt someone down across the whole damned realm; it was lucrative, sure, but still a pain in the neck considering how much their target gave them the slip, requiring them to backtrack so often that just finding their way back to the King’s Road took almost an entire week. Now though, all they really had to do was stick to the cobbles and stop by wherever offered a place to rest; that day in particular, it was a relatively large town that had sprung up thanks to the trade routes that crossed the Road towards the capital city. There, built directly next to the major artery, was an impressive and opulent inn, big enough that Neesha actually looked impressed, for once. The gnoll picked her kobold assistant-slash-stress relief toy up and placed him on her shoulders, as she was wont to do, before bending over and walking through the front door of the establishment. The amazon was simply unable to do anything if it didn’t involve some degree of showing off, especially when it came to large crowds of people that would have no choice but to look in her general direction; it was stronger than her, especially since she had packed away most of her proper combat gear and was wearing her standard travelling equipment… which was barely more than a few straps of cloth keeping her on just the right side of modesty. Add to that the stout, bulky, “could probably crush rocks between her legs while powerlifting a small house” physique and some impressive curves to boot, and it wasn’t really surprising that everyone in the entry of the inn had to stop whatever they were doing to turn around and gawk at just who had walked in. It wasn’t as if gnolls were unknown around those parts, but they typically weren’t so massive that they had trouble using human-sized doors. One could make the argument that the hyena ancestry swimming around in her genes gave her a bit of a boost to her overall size, but most yeens weren’t several heads taller than even the tallest of males around, nor were they normally capable of bulking up so hard that they had to be careful not to rip doors off hinges whenever pulling on them. In truth, Neesha’s body wasn’t exactly… natural. Or rather, it was wholly hers, she would never resort to anything quite as drastic as a deal with a demon or anything worse, but she hadn’t always been so powerful as to crack the floorboards just by stepping extra hard on the ground, nor had her curvaceous form been anything remotely like that in her younger days. It took until she met Pil and the two of them set off on adventures together before these changes took hold of her, and even then only after they grew a relationship of enough trust that she actually drank the potions that the kobold mixed for her. Being a somewhat-experienced alchemist, the ‘bold met the gnoll after he got started on the typical journeyman’s journey; with his master having decided that he had learned enough of the basics, it was time for Pil to go into the wider world and prove that he was capable of doing his job as a chemist without having someone there to supervise him at all times. He was quite lucky to find the gnoll in the first couple of weeks on the road, luckier still that she was such a vivacious and eager ball of energy that, aided along by her still being quite a bit bigger than him when they first met, she was more than capable of running him to the very edge of his stamina and beyond, to say nothing of how she felt truly insatiable. This was only made worse over time, what with her warming up to the idea of trying out some of the ‘bold’s chemical concoctions, and the rest… well, the rest was history. Tales of Neesha the gnoll had spread far and wide over the past couple of years, especially given that her line of work had a tendency to intersect with a variety of individuals who were more than happy to spread tales of how their “agents” were capable of rooting out even the most stubborn of weeds. Neesha herself didn’t particularly care for this belief that she belonged to any one person, but as long as it kept offers coming down her way, she couldn’t really complain; the massive gnoll had already amassed enough of a fortune that she could probably retire and live out the rest of her life in relative comfort, but where was the fun in that? If she wanted to play things safe, she would’ve remained with her clan and taken up a trade or craft that allowed her to stay indoors and cozy all year long, not grab some leather gear, a poorly-forged sword and set off into the big outdoors in search of adventure and bounties. Now, years down the line and with a name for herself, it was a matter of reputation and enjoyment more than anything else; she still took money for contracts, sure, but that was hardly the point of it anymore. This money was better used getting the best possible service wherever she happened to go to rest her head. It really wasn’t enough that her mere presence turned heads automatically, or the sway of her exposed hips was so powerful that a few onlookers and prospective customers inadvertently and practically-subconsciously moved closer to her in the off-chance that they might be “blessed” with a hip-check or two before falling flat on the ground. No, she really had to throw her weight around, and in more ways than just literally; with a swagger that she could barely even control anymore, Neesha approached the stunned, terrified-looking young man working what looked to be a clerk’s station of sorts, making sure to step extra hard so that the floor trembled each time she put one of her paws done. Dominating the poor guy’s field of view, her form haloed by the light of the setting sun filtering through the windows, the gnoll slowly bent down, letting her quarry get a good look at the deep, inviting cleavage she sported, before digging her hand into it and retrieving a small bag that jingled with the coins in its interior. It wasn’t a place she usually kept money in, but it was worth it for the theatrics alone. The payment fell on the wooden table with a soft thud, a couple of golden coins falling from within before halting a few inches from away falling onto the ground. The clerk gulped, his face beet red, lips trembling as he clearly tried to say something, perhaps ask what the giantess wanted, but failed to pierce through his own bashfulness to do so. “Yes, I’d like a room for the night,” Neesha replied for him, “we’d like a room for the night, in fact,” she added, pointing at Pil, “just one bed will do, but it best be the comfiest one you have available.” Her tone was… well, not soft, but about as pleasant as a towering gnoll like herself could produce when deliberately trying to act nice. It was no doubt alluring to some, equally intimidating to others, and an odd mixture of the two to a very select number of individuals who would quickly be feeling some conflicting emotions about the giantess taking up most of the inn’s front desk. The clerk manning it, lucky him, was part of the latter group, and after being given such a beautiful sight and serenade to delight himself with, really couldn’t handle it anymore; the best he could do was try and hide the fact that his underwear was now in serious need of clean-up after the floodgates were expertly opened by the amazon giving him a wink and an exceedingly wide and open view of her tits, all while giving her the key to the best room they had and dreamily handing out directions. Neesha, for her part, gave the young man a pat on the head, blew a kiss in his general direction, then turned to face the stairs; her work there was done. Silence accompanied her as she made her way up to the first floor, with none below her daring to utter a word or even make a sound as their eyes tracked the creaking floorboards above their heads. Small puffs of dust fell from the ceiling each time the gnoll took a step, and only after the distant sound of a door opening and then closing made itself known did the crowd on the ground floor dare to breathe a collective sigh of relief before discussion immediately broke out about just who that gorgeous woman was supposed to be. The gnoll herself, having already collapsed onto her luxuriously decorated and wide bed, closed her eyes and perked her ears, taking in the disjointed arguing going on just a few feet below her, courtesy of all those who now believed themselves potential suitors. No doubt at least a couple of them would try their luck knocking on her door, having most likely failed to notice that she was carrying Pil on her shoulder; or, if they had, erroneously assuming that he would be no match for their supposed charms. Little did they know that Neesha wouldn’t trade that kobold for anything else in the world, and not just because he produced the wonderful potions that let her become what she was nowadays. He was adorable, there was no other way around it, and despite their small stature and seemingly frail physique, hid a surprisingly vast wellspring of stamina that, while still not nearly enough to keep up with her once she got going, did let him go toe-to-toe when it came to the incessant, near-constant teasing that she subjected him to. It was a little game they played with one another, one that inevitably ended in the gnoll amazon throwing the kobold onto his back and riding him until he was completely empty, all while making sure that everyone in a several mile radius was made well aware of what she was doing… and that night would be no different. Sadly, Pil managed to sneak away from her just as she collapsed onto the king-sized bed, muttering something about having to take a quick bath and needing to run the water first; this was an obvious ploy to try and get away from her before she sunk her needy claws on him, but Neesha couldn’t really blame him, as when she did get down to business, there would be no breaks. Not so sadly, it seemed like the kobold had completely forgotten about their bag of ingredients and potions, having dropped it on a chair next to the bathroom door; very rarely did this happen, with the ‘bold usually keeping a tight control over his concoctions (citing safety concerns, whatever that was supposed to mean), and given that the gnoll giantess was feeling surprisingly frisky that night… well, no time like the present to see if Pil was hiding anything that could spice things up in there. Actually rummaging through the tiny bag was easier said than done though, considering it was so incredibly small that a single one of Neesha’s claws could very easily tear it open or damage it irreparably, and the last thing she wanted was for her kobold partner to even notice she had been there at all. It was like trying to split hair with gloves on with how frustrating it was, with the gnoll eventually just letting out a grunt and pouring out the contents onto the bed; all the liquids were contained in bottles anyway, so no big loss there. Pil’s meticulous attention to detail and near-pathologic need to properly catalogue everything to the finest detail, however, worked in her favour. Every draught of his, brewed in the incredibly expensive alchemical set that the two of them carried in their travelling bags, had a neatly cut-out paper label filled out with the kobold’s fine-print, almost comically small handwriting, detailing everything that the potion contained, its intended effects and occasionally even ingredients used that deviated from “standard” recipes. Neesha had plenty of fun perusing through the available wares, hoping to find something interesting and getting plenty of surprises when she directed her gaze towards what the potions were meant to do; it was hard to tell if Pil was thinking of leaving her for someone else of equal stature or if the ‘bold was growing bolder with the demands he occasionally made of her in their moments of passion, because there were a lot of aphrodisiacs and “enhancing substances” in that pile. Some of them were so blatant in their descriptions that even the gnoll found herself blushing at the thought of what they might do to her… blushing, and immediately possessed of an immense desire to uncork and consume one of them, an urge that she eventually satisfied after finding something that was labelled as both “highly reactive” and “experimental”, two words which she knew for certain would make for a perfect combination. Disappointingly, the effects weren’t immediate. In fact, there weren’t any effects at all; Neesha had expected the potion to suddenly make her bigger or her tits fatter or her ass wider… or anything, really. Instead, her body remained exactly as it was; not really anything bad considering what she already looked like, but still a let-down, at least until she convinced herself that potion had to be working on some kind of delayed reaction and would eventually kick in when she least expected it. Wouldn’t be the first time, after all; besides, it gave her enough time to put all the bottles back in the bag, place it where she had taken it from in just the right way as to not to raise suspicion, then promptly remove all of her clothing strips, climb onto the bed again, and wait for Pil to leave the bathroom, all while strike a pose by lying on her side with a sultry, seductive smile stamped on her face. Predictably, the kobold took his sweet time to get cleaned up, presumably in preparation for the marathon he knew he was about to engage in. A record-breaking twenty minutes of bathing, during which the gnoll found herself growing increasingly antsy at both the lack of a boytoy to tease and the complete absence of potion-induced bigness… so much so that, the moment that Pil opened the bathroom door and showed himself wrapped up in a large towel that he had to struggle to keep on him, Neesha didn’t exactly wait for him to notice that she was eager for some action; with a single movement, she leaned as far forward as she could, plucked the ‘bold from where he stood with one arm, and as he yelped in surprise, plopped him onto her body. He was deliciously warm, and so amazingly soft that the gnoll almost forgot what she wanted to do with him… almost. Like all nights though, instinct began to take over as her body moved half on its own accord and half-guided by her conscious decisions, her large hands working over Pil’s body in ways that, while technically not sexual in any way, shape or form, nonetheless let him know exactly what was on her mind and what she wanted to do. It wasn’t as if the ‘bold was stupid enough to think that it would remain wholesome anyway; this song-and-dance number happened literally every single night, that was no exaggeration, and part of his experimentations with alchemy had been motivated precisely because he was beginning to feel the effects of these consecutive workouts adding up over time. Still, it was a song-and-dance number, and as such he had a role to play: that of the shy, bashful little ‘bold who didn’t quite understand what the big, hunky gnoll amazon wanted to do, and whose entire existence was one dedicated to squirming underneath her embrace and wondering aloud just what she expected to do to him… or with him, for that matter. Meanwhile, Neesha continued to poke and prod at the kobold’s more sensitive, squishy bits, while taking care to avoid any more erogenous areas; wouldn’t want the foreplay to be interrupted by her libido suddenly taking over the proceedings and skipping some of the best bits, especially considering she’d taken a potion meant to enhance their experience, whenever that was supposed to kick in. With Pil freshly bathed as well, it was so easy for Neesha to just lie on her back and leave him to wiggle around atop her chest, burying his face in her soft skin, occasionally moving upwards and conspicuously closer to her bust while his grabby hands tried their best to surreptitiously get closer to the underside of her tits. He was so tiny, and yet always so eager; she loved that about him. She loved it so much that she began feeling incredibly warm inside, far more than what should be expected so early on. Usually it took a few more minutes of Pil playing around with her mounds, or even giving her form some kind of worship before her loins began begging her to shove something, anything between her legs in order to satisfy her desires, but that night, for some reason, the warmth assaulted her quite early on. Perhaps it was the potion, or perhaps she was just enamored by such a wonderfully obedient mate-slash-boytoy being so eager to throw themselves at her and treat her like the goddess she was… though, as the seconds ticked by and her body began to feel stranger still, it being the potion became the far more likely explanation. Rather than a focused heat making Neesha want to grind her legs against one another while the inner part of her thighs grew increasingly lubricated, the sensation was spread throughout her body, suffusing it to the point where she could feel herself sweating. It wasn’t discomforting though, not like being boiled, but rather like walking into a sauna; it was refreshing, liberating, and above all, oddly arousing and enticing, almost as if her desires too were heating up and going on overdrive. There was a certain sense of pressure within her chest, building up so slowly and subconsciously that the gnoll didn’t even become aware of it until after the “waves” started to crash into her. Like an aching that refused to go away, this budding pressure began to wax and wane in cycles, smashing into her sternum from within as if trying to push it outwards before receding into her very core. Unlike the aching, it was anything but painful; rather, each time she felt this phantom force try to push its way out, the gnoll wanted it to keep going, wanted it to take her limits and throw them away as far as they could go, wanted the wave to carry on washing over her instead of falling back. And while initially this was nothing but a desire, soon enough it would be a granted wish, as the pressure spikes began to last for longer and longer, leaving the gnoll writhing around in bed, with Pil asking if she was alright with a worried look on his face. She wanted to say that no, she wasn’t, that she was so much better than just “alright” or “fine”, but couldn’t; each time she tried, her throat broke out into some rather undignified noises that everyone else at that roadside inn was forced to listen to thanks to how loud they were, and just as Pil recoiled at something he had never once had the pleasure of hearing, that’s when the changes began. The bed underneath them was big. So big, in fact, that Neesha had plenty of room to lie upon it and still have some to spare; and yet, even it began to groan and complain at the sudden increase in weight being placed upon it, for the gnoll’s body suddenly and inexplicably began to expand in every direction the longer the amazon made her feelings known to the world. Every moan elicited an inch, every scream a couple of them, with her hips flaring out and breasts filling outwards ever-so-slightly faster than the rest of her to give that extra bit of oomph that would serve the giantess aesthetic especially well. The kobold on her chest, far from being worried about what was happening, correctly deduced that the gnoll had gotten into his stash and drank something designed to make her grow, leaving him quite proud of the idea to leave his bag unattended during his long bath. Soon enough, Neesha’s paws were poking out from the other end of the bed, her hands sunken into the mattress as their claws ripped large gashes through the sheets. She was going to destroy the bed, but that was perfectly fine; at the rate that she was growing, soon enough the gnoll would become the bed and have no need for any upholstery, a process that Pil himself was eager to help along by providing whatever contribution he could. Being so tiny compared to her already, and “doomed” to become even smaller as the transformation went on, he quickly scurried upwards towards his mate’s burgeoning bosom, hoping to find a nice, comfortable spot in between those two rising mounds before he was picked up and literally used as a toy by a very horny giantess-in-the-making; it was going to happen eventually, so might as well make the best use of his time. Neesha responded almost immediately to feeling the kobold force his way into her cleavage, though not by plucking them out to put them to work somewhere where he could be more useful; rather, both of her hands smashed against the sides of her own breasts, smushing them against poor Pil whose body was mostly stuck between the enormous mounds, stopping him dead in his tracks. Then again, he couldn’t really complain; sure, he was literally immobilized by two enormous breasts that were being actively squished against his body, keeping him trapped between them at the complete and utter mercy of the big-and-getting-bigger gnoll… but on the other hand, that was happening, so for him to do anything other than enjoy it to its fullest would be nothing short of criminal. All he could do was open his mouth and call out for Neesha’s name, letting his arousal get the better of him as his own body was expertly worked over by an amazon that could barely even control herself, the sounds only adding to the cacophony building up inside the room as the gnoll gradually began to fill it up. Neesha didn’t even notice when the bed underneath her finally snapped and caved in, sending her falling to the ground; by that point, her body had already grown over the bed and spilled onto the floor already, making it hard to tell the difference between a mattress held a few inches above it and one smacked straight onto it. The floordboards themselves were getting a brand new scratch-based pattern as well, with the gnoll’s paws wildly flailing from side to side as her body was wracked by the pleasurable sensations that came with suddenly growing in every direction, the amazon feeling incredibly cheated by the fact that she only had two hands with which to work herself over; had she been blessed with more, then one pair could be sunk into her thick and thickening thighs while still keeping Pil trapped between her tits, rather than having to make a conscious choice between one or the other… then again, keeping the ‘bold stuck there was nothing short of heavenly when the little thing so eagerly moved from side to side in his attempt at paying back to such a generous goddess gifting him with her presence. That, or his mind was simply overloaded from the heat, the tightness, the damp atmosphere of the cramped space between both of Neesha’s breasts, his body pancaked and unable to do anything to set itself free, his mind unable to process everything that he was feeling and slowly succumbing to the allure of simply letting go, and enjoying itself without any regard for its owner’s safety. Sometimes he even forgot to breathe, his vision tunnelling even more than it was forced to already before he remembered to inhale… only serving to intoxicate him further as he breathed in the warm atmosphere, inviting it into his body and leaving him increasingly drunk off of Neesha’s mere presence, all while his muscles were continuously tenderized by her relentless dedication to giving him a full-body titjob. A titjob that was probably leaving the gnoll more hot and bothered than the person it was actually servicing, with the burgeoning giantess growing increasingly unable to keep it under control the longer it went on; just as her tits kept running ahead of her already-immense body, so too did their sensitivity make it increasingly difficult to handle them in any way without the sensory feedback leaving her reeling from the overload, and soon enough what had once been calculated motions turned into frantic flailing, with Neesha far more preoccupied in simply sinking her fingers into her own breastflesh than anything else. This had… interesting results for the ‘bold trapped between them, not that he was going to complain; as far as he cared, he was in marshmallow heaven. The rest of the room though, it was going to have to suffer for the two lovers’ enjoyment, because the gnoll was showing no signs of stopping; hell, if anything, it looked to be that the more aroused she became, the quicker the growth accelerated, leaving her jumping in spurts rather in a single, continuous climb. One moment she was fine, the next her head was banging against the wall behind her, then the next moment both of her shoulders were dangerously close to the walls, and then the floorboards practically screamed as large grooves were dug into their surface while whole chunks were ripped off and practically projected across the room. It was too much for Neesha to handle, really; it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Pil, then, when he was suddenly out in the open again, his vision no longer obstructed by a tight cleavage but instead by a much larger than usual hand grabbing his entire body at once, then pulling him down and down towards somewhere where he knew he wasn’t going to be able to return from. If it was hard to pleasure Neesha on a daily basis when she was already quite big, now that her body was starting to become room-filling and still kept on growing with no signs of stopping, it was up in the air just what the gnoll expected her little ‘bold to do… or it was for Pil at least, who chose not to use the two functional neurons he still had to make the obvious connection before it was made for him, and his whole body was simply flattened against Neesha’s folds, with the gnoll’s moaning yelp that ensued from it shaking the very windows in their frames, and almost rattling them onto the ground for good measure. The kobold should’ve considered himself lucky that she didn’t push him in even further; with the size difference between them, there wasn’t a lot stopping the gnoll from just squeezing the smaller ‘bold’s body directly into her needy, drooling slit, using him quite literally as a toy without him being able to do anything about it. Thankfully, it seemed she was content with just rubbing him over herself, occasionally bringing the poor thing next to her clit in order to give it some proper stimulation. Pil, being the attentive partner that he was, made sure to give the (relatively) small nub a good squeeze or two, occasionally a lick as well before he was forced back down by a hand, then a pair of fingers, then just a single one as Neesha continued to grow in every direction. It was getting significantly harder for the gnoll to hold back the longer the transformative process went on, especially given that she couldn’t really stop, control or even slow it down. As far as she knew, the potion was just going to keep making her grow until some indeterminate point in the future where it would all stop, assuming it even did; maybe just a few more minutes, maybe only when the potion was cleared through her system, but certainly not at that exact moment. No, the present was meant to be thoroughly enjoyed, extended for as far as possible, until it could be no longer, leaving everything else in the dust: the bed, smashed into bits and pulverized by a body that had outgrown it, the floor, ripped apart and scratched until it was unrecognizable, the walls, cracked and ready to collapse as the gnoll’s body pressed against every side of the room she was in. This was all that mattered, and all that she could focus on; everything else, apart from Pil of course, was secondary. Pil, beautiful Pil, who so eagerly licked and lapped at her nethers, wanting for more, begging for more. She’d give it to him; he deserved no less. He still winced a bit, even went so far as to whine pitifully when Neesha pulled him back; clearly, he wanted to keep being rubbed deeper and deeper into her body even long past the point where it did anything to the giantess, given that her form was filling the room up to such a degree that keeping the ‘bold on the outside was starting to feel more difficult than just pushing him in. Even picking Pil up proved to be hard, what with the two fingers the gnoll used being so much larger than he was, not to mention all the sweat from the warm atmosphere, that she slipped and let him fall a couple of times before holding on properly. Once she did though, Neesha didn’t bring him back to her tits or force him straight into her slit; rather, she held Pil up in the air while moving her other hand over to her side, anchoring it on the ground (and nearly breaking through to the floor below) for leverage while her feet did the same on the walls. Then, with a deafeningly loud roar, she pulled her whole body upwards. It was far harder than she expected it to be, but once it was done, it was done. Quickly, and before her strength gave out, Neesha placed her kobold mate directly underneath her, where her plump butt had once been, then removed her hand after gently flattening Pil against the floorboards; then, and only then, did she finally give him what he truly deserved: her whole body, crashing down upon him, leaving him fully smothered underneath her comparatively gigantic ass. It was enough of a kink for Pil that he’d actually asked for it a few times before, and given the size difference between the two, even in her default state Neesha was more than capable of smothering the poor thing so much that they had to crawl out just to breathe. Now that she took up most of the room, to the point where her first instinct now that she had both of her hands freed was to push them against the ceiling and try to break through it, there was no doubt in her mind that what she had just done ran a non-zero risk of seriously harming Pil… but the two of them were so caught up in the moment and enraptured by what was happening that they frankly couldn’t bring themselves to care. Neesha herself was far too preoccupied with growing in spurts, her claws breaking through the walls and her palms cracking their way to the roof, and Pil, stuck as he was underneath (almost literally) tons of ass, could only think of how lucky he was to have someone like the gnoll there to give him such an experience. But with the difference between the two mounting with each passing moment, it was simply impossible for the kobold to do anything. Hell, he couldn’t even move anymore, stuck as he was beneath a single cheek, so it fell onto Neesha to… finish herself off. Nothing could feel more natural though, not after her body insisted on occupying every single inch of the room, leaving her scrambling for any space in which to take her left hand and do with it what she should’ve done with Pil moments earlier; there would be no more waiting, no more playing around, not when she was already grinding the poor guy underneath her butt while she wiggled around. She needed satisfaction and needed it fast, and once her thickening thighs closed around her wrist, holding her hand in place whether or not Neesha liked it, her fate was sealed. It barely took ten seconds to go from first contact to the whole inn hearing the most explosive orgasm they were ever privy to… mostly because the final growth spurt that came with it not only had the gnoll’s body break through the walls of her room completely, but crash through the entire floor as well, utterly destroying everything underneath it and flattening the (fortunately empty) room beneath her own. In a stroke of luck, Pil himself was spared any injury by virtue of having wriggled his way somewhere safe: straight between both of Neesha’s cheeks, where he had once more gone completely limp as the same sensations that had left him powerless back during the titjob once more assaulted his mind and body. In fact, the crash completely flew over him; as far as he was aware, he was still stuck inside the room with that gorgeous giantess. A giantess whose explosive release had finally managed to break through to her and actually drain her of her stamina, leaving the gnoll panting and gasping for breath as her legs and arms fell onto the floor and her whole body stopped functioning, muscles refusing to listen to her as her chest heaved up and down with each of her breaths. It was hard to do so, given the sizable chest that the potion had given her, but she’d been through worse; it wouldn’t be a pair of tits that kept her from breathing properly, especially not after she had just outgrown a whole room. Still, she had just outgrown a room, and wrecked through a whole floor of a building to boot, so some rest was in order. The rest of the inn’s clientele though, they were less than enthused. Most had fled, screaming in panic as the “monster” broke through the walls, while the presumed owner just fell to their knees staring at what was probably going to be the end of their business. Some self-assumed adventurers drew their weapons and ineffectually attempted to swat at Neesha’s paws, only to be kicked away with minimal effort, and still others tried to get a little bit too close for comfort, needing the gnoll to “remind” them where their place was. She had eyes only for Pil… metaphorically, given he was a bit stuck somewhere she couldn’t reach him. Somewhere that she didn’t feel like removing him from, actually, now that she gave it a moment’s thought; after all, he was the one who turned her into that colossal beast of a giantess in the first place. Surely he’d earned it.

“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, any​one​ 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.

“And you’re saying this potion will make me bigger, then?” Wouldn’t be the first time Maza heard someone promise that, only for the product they peddled to turn out to be complete rubbish. She was used to disappointment on that end, and yet continued to find new and interesting reasons to be disappointed when she inevitably bought new samples or was swindled into purchasing something she should know better than to trust. For the kobold it had become somewhat of an obsession, something she was as capable of resisting as the simple act of breathing; growing out a curvier, thicker body was paramount. She had that goal for years now, and it partly motivated her decision to become an adventuress-for-hire in the first place. Maza was already significantly more voluptuous than most others of her race, and not just below the waist; her rotund rear was complemented by a perfectly shapely pair of breasts that took up a significant chunk of her chest, a set of tits she was very proud of. But a lifetime of being exposed to bigger role models thanks to her frequent travels, as well as her chosen career putting her in a place where she could find those more easily, had left Maza with a desire for more that, try as she might, she couldn’t quench; much as the ‘bold knew it was better for her to let go of her dream and try and be happy with what she had, there was something else constantly telling her that such an attitude was, to put it mildly, complete horsecrap. She was going to be bigger, and she would go through every damn potion seller in the land if she needed to in order to make it happen. All of this had led to her visiting her current salesman of dubious alchemical products. The wizened old elf kept his shop in one of the dingiest parts of the city of Starna, somewhere beyond where everyone was too afraid to go. It was highly doubtful he got any kind of clientele that wasn’t involved in at least three racketeering schemes or happened to be on the run from the local guard, which made the tip she got be even more suspicious than usual; surely, of all the people that could ever help her, this one would never be anywhere near the list at all. And yet, when she walked in, the kobold didn’t see an endless series of explosives or liquified hexes; there were plenty of purported intellectual enhancements being marketed to “locksmith experts” and “alternative revenue collectors”, which meant exactly what one presumed it did, but a significant portion of the stock was actually dedicated to bodily transfiguration draughts. Changing one’s physical shape through alchemy was always a risky procedure, but there was no end to potion masters who sought to perfect their art to the point where they could mass market just that kind of product. The results were nearly universally temporary, and even when they weren’t still had a tendency to be less than stellar; hence Maza’s healthy skepticism when the store’s owner told her that the potion he suggested would make her bigger. Not bigger in any specific way, just… bigger. It was vague enough that it wouldn’t be false advertisement if she just grew an extra inch, but not too specific that she was eager to actually take the risk; not until the elf proposed she use a recovery charm on her payment, conditional with her personal satisfaction with the product. The generosity was suspicious, but Maza took the bait anyway, dropping a bag full of coins and walking out of the store, half-expecting the façade to vanish behind her the moment she turned around. It didn’t. Even weirder. The light blue liquid looked like the kind of thing she used to see in large laundry operations, and honestly only needed soapy bubbles before being identical. It tasted just as terribly as well, with the ‘bold needing to physically push down her gag reflex just to keep the liquid inside of her. It left her feeling queasy, uncomfortably hot, and perhaps most importantly, unnaturally tight all over. It was like she was flexing constantly, except without any kind of effort; after the initial shock wore off it actually felt sort of pleasant, at least enough to counteract the potion’s other effects. Trying to walk was a mistake, and Maza very nearly fell head-first onto the ground. Having not taken a step since downing the potion, she somehow missed the fact that all the blood previously in her skull decided to take a trip downwards, leaving her so woozy and lightheaded that the world was starting to look like it had tripled up and started to dance before her very eyes; only the timely intervention of her sword being (quite inappropriately) used as a walking stick prevented her from splattering over the mud, and even then she could barely walk at all. The blade was starting to bend from all the stress being placed on it, but Maza couldn’t care less; the sudden lack of coordination and her extreme difficulty in keeping her mind focused were far more important concerns to her at that moment. Was she just drugged? Was the whole “potion seller” thing really just a scam in and of itself, and she’d wake up several hours later completely naked and with a note apologizing for having made off with her equipment? It wouldn’t be the first time that happened, but it would be the first where she willingly dosed herself up on a sleeping agent. It wasn’t meant to be, though; the effects of the soporific never grew more powerful than the initial impact, and after a couple of minutes of heavy breathing the kobold was ready to go back to action… which in that case meant turning around and demanding some explanations out of the charlatan who almost made her throw up her lunch. It was only then that Maza noticed her sword was gone, or rather, it was no longer held in her hand. The ‘bold had to turn in her spot a few times before noticing that it was technically still there, albeit attached to her arm; closer inspection revealed that the hilt was somehow inside of her scales, as if it had melted into her and became part of her flesh, with the rest of it quickly following suit. She yelped in surprise, waving her arm around and trying to shake it off, but to no avail; the blade slowly but inexorably disappeared into her, consumed by her scales… and yet not really showing up again. Maza would’ve expected it to have its pointy end bulge out near her shoulder or something, but instead it had simply vanished from sight, leaving her to touch the “affected” area with equal parts concern and utter confusion. A few moments later she got her answer, when the previously soft skin began to harden underneath her fingers. Where once she could press down with her thumb was now a rock-solid surface, her brown scales hardening until they began sounding oddly… metallic. It was only after knocking on it with her knuckles that the kobold realized just what had happened: somehow, her body had assimilated the sword and turned its blade into some sort of organic plating, with most of her right arm now covered by this mysterious, hardened surface, leaving only the joints as soft as they were before. What’s more, bringing her right hand to her left arm revealed that the transformation was beginning to spread in that direction as well, and after a few more minutes of frantically exploring herself, Maza soon found out that most of her scales were becoming as tough as steel right underneath her touch. This was obviously the work of the potion, but while it was working in a way entirely unlike what was advertised, the ‘bold couldn’t help but admit that was actually a welcome addition to her arsenal. Swords could always be replaced; hell, the one her body just ate up was barely three months old. But having a suit of armour that weighed next to nothing and yet seemed more than capable of withstanding blows about as well as plate or mail, doubly so one that wouldn’t need any kind of maintenance whatsoever? That’s the kind of thing money couldn’t buy! She was still miffed at the lack of warning, and was about to turn around to demand some satisfaction when she heard footsteps in the mud quickly approaching her location. From the sound of it, someone was running towards her, and a cloaked figure carrying a large bag was revealed after it burst out of an alleyway. They were being followed by two lightly-armed guards, shouting after them and demanding they stop; considering the kind of glinting gold falling out of that bag of theirs, it was obvious that person was a thief, and Maza was in the perfect position to intercept. What should’ve been an easy grab for an easier reward took a turn for the weird the moment the kobold laid hands on the man. He clearly wasn’t expecting her to actually do anything about him, hence the complete lack of a dodge attempt, leaving him to practically trip over himself at the very last minute to try and get away from Maza… who just politely sidestepped with one leg outstretched and had the man fall flat on his face, bag of stolen goods flying a couple of feet in the air before spilling its goods all over the ground. Feeling it to be an entirely natural course of events, the ‘bold grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck… and then had to flinch when she felt something hit her with immense force. The downed thief writhed in obvious discomfort as their clothes grew looser upon their frame with each passing second, and Maza was left wondering if she had somehow triggered some kind of odd escape spell. It wasn’t until her own body began to change that she understood the true ramifications of both the potion and the sudden sword disappearance: the man she tripped wasn’t vanishing, he was being absorbed. Poor Maza pleaded with her gods for the process not to be fatal, and much to her delight it seemed to stop just short of doing any permanent damage. The poor man was clearly emaciated and needed help from the guards just to get back on his feet, but at least he was alive and could recover; meanwhile, her own frame had bulged out in every direction, several inches added to her height and curves, leaving her feeling both tremendously satisfied and also utterly terrified at the implications. Her bra straps were digging into her scales and the loincloth she wore was quickly becoming obsolete, to say nothing of how the ever-present feeling of tightness was just getting worse right after it started to vanish into the back of her mind, the ‘bold’s body demanding she feed upon another victim to satiate its own growing lust for size. Maza didn’t know what to do or say; if the two guardsmen noticed her sudden spurt they didn’t say anything to that regard, leaving her wondering if the whole encounter hadn’t been completely imagined and she was just having a very vivid hallucination after drinking a tainted potion. It took until she returned to the main avenues, all thought of returning to the shop somehow poofing out of her head, for Maza to get some confirmation that it wasn’t just her imagining things; multiple passers-by were eyeing her nervously and a few made comments towards how inappropriately she was dressed. It was a relief, knowing her overspill and muffin-topping wasn’t just in her head; but it also brought with it a few extra concerns that Maza didn’t quite know what to do with. She had the power to drain others for their mass, ok. That was a thing, and stranger spells had been cast in the past… but what was she to do with it? Was it permanent? Would it wear off as soon as the potion was cleared from her system? If so, shouldn’t she be making the best out of the situation and grabbing as many wrongdoers as she could in order to take back from them what they metaphorically took from others, or whatever else her mind was telling her made sense? Yes. Yes she should. Maza didn’t even realize how warped her thought process was when she reached that conclusion; to the kobold it now made perfect sense to go around stealing people’s size to add to her own. She was already approaching five feet in height, giving her an unprecedented new perspective on the world, and she wanted more; and wouldn’t she know it, an opportunity was just around the corner. A brawl had broken out between a few people over something or other, with a group of guardsmen standing aside waiting for them to tire themselves out before intervening. It was standard procedure whenever they found themselves outnumbered, doubly so when the people responsible were very clearly dockworkers. For most, this meant that any kind of action taken to stop them would lead to a broken nose and a nearly ripped-out arm; for Maza, she saw nothing more than a group of ripe ruffians fresh out of a lifetime of bulking up, ready for her to pluck and devour to her heart’s content. Her newly-acquired predatory instincts kicked in when she strolled right into the middle of the fight against the protestations of the crowd, and grabbed onto as many people as she could. The effects were immediate. Muscle mass dwindled and shrunk, heights were reduced, biceps deflated, strength sapped; the moment her hands touched bare skin, whoever happened to own it would undergo a terrifyingly effective energy transfer where most of their usable mass went straight to Maza, whose body was rapidly growing to become something more akin to an oversized lizard than the tiny ‘bold she used to be. The crowd took several steps back once her head began to poke out from the mess of fighters, her brazzer and loincloth snapping and leaving her fully exposed for the world to see. Her scales as well began to share in the bounty, growing resplendent and velvety smooth, all while the subdermal plates continued to grow to match her new form. It wasn’t just height she was gaining; her proportions were being warped as well! Breasts began to swell far more than they should, hips flaring and ass fattening until her combat-honed figure grew plump and squishable, more akin to something one would see in a brothel than in a battlefield. Behind it, however, was still the keen mind of an experienced fighter, hence why the sudden appearance of a lot more flesh on her didn’t stop her in the slightest when it came to getting in the way of the rest of the brawlers. Five minutes was all it took for her to go from small enough to blend into the group, to so tall and enormous that the guardsmen were running for reinforcements. Maza quite liked having that reaction on people; after a lifetime of being looked at as some kind of shortstack oddity, being able to truly inspire awe in those around her made for a wonderful sensation of power that, truth be told, she was enjoying far more than she thought she would. The idea of going back to the potion seller and demanding some explanation from him vanished from her mind as quickly as the mass disappeared from the bodies of the brawlers, and now she wanted more. The guardsmen returned after just a few minutes, during which the ‘bold got to show off for everyone around her. The few people who didn’t run away the moment they saw disaster coming seemed to be enthralled by the very sight of her, and why shouldn’t they be? A bust that hung dangerously close to her waist complemented a firm, tight rear that nonetheless kept an unnatural amount of bounce, melding down into a pair of thighs so thick they could be mistaken for tree trunks; strong as them, as well! Contrary to what she thought, the sudden absorption of mass hadn’t turned her into a softy, instead adding even more to her already-defined physique and leaving her body a perfectly sculpted edifice of musculature the likes of which even half-giants would be jealous of. But why settle for half when she could beat out the real deal? It almost felt like a crime not to explore her new powers to the best of her ability, especially now that she had such a willing crowd ready and waiting to provide all the “fuel” she could ever need. Maza didn’t know how she knew, but it just made sense in her head; the ‘bold snapped her fingers and welcomed the worship of those around her, allowing them to gift her the only thing of value they had: themselves. She felt different somehow, more in control; it wasn’t until the first person collapsed that Maza realized the willing donations could break through the limit that her outright theft couldn’t, and a few of her supplicants were very nearly expiring just so they could make her bigger! She couldn’t deny that it was oddly flattering, in its own “unique” way, but still had no intention of actually taking any lives that day; with another snap the flow was cut, her body once again isolated… but not unchanged. Though most of the crowd had fled from her, there were still enough people left that the next stage in her ascension left her even more colossal than after she broke up the fight. Now edging out at nearly ten feet in height, the kobold could barely move at all without making a racket; be it her asscheeks clapping powerfully against one another, somehow aided by the subdermal plates she developed, or her practically knee-length breasts sloshing as much as a water tank in a storm, the air was filled by the sounds of Maza, admiring her own form in much the same way one would appreciate a fine work of art. It was amazing how much her physique was only being accentuated by the sudden additions; she expected to go rounder at some point, but those muscles of hers just kept glistening even harder, their shape set even heavier than before! Wasn’t the only thing with extra weight either; it came as a surprise to her, but her slit wasn’t alone down there between her increasingly-thick legs. It was only apparent when she tried to walk and suddenly noticed something getting in the way that hadn’t been there before, and a few seconds and a glance downwards later, Maza practically shrieked when she saw she had developed a cock and a pair of balls, the latter of which had somehow inherited the same kind of colouring and covering as the rest of her. The scales on those things were being stretched out immensely as the two orbs grew into place… or rather, filled into place; it was quite obvious they were very productive, if not for their weight then for how much her new shaft was already leaking all over the place. By the time it stabilized it was thicker than her arms and about as long as her torso, providing her with the best tool for the job for what came next: the titfuck. Never in her life did Maza think she’d be able to give one of those to herself, but there she had it. In the middle of the street, with no one left to stop her, the ten-foot giantess dropped on her knees and then fell backwards, shaking the ground itself when her form collapsed, the ‘bold far too busy wrapping her tits around her new length to really care about how much it hurt. It left her face and neck covered in thick seed, its strong scent filling her nostrils until there was nothing left in the world, but rather than succumb to the allure of being able to drink her fill from herself, the experience instead posed a question to Maza: if this, then why not more? It was a simple question with an equally simple answer: yes. If she got there already there was no reason not to continue stretching her limits until they finally broke. The potion was bound to stop working eventually, and the moment it did her fun would be over; seeing as brewing a new one for her size would take a significant amount of time, the ‘bold figured it was a good idea to make good use of it while she could. And wouldn’t she know it, a group of eager volunteers had arrived! The mob of guardsmen were descending on her location from up the main road, the few at the front stopping as soon as they saw the utter mess Maza had just made. Many were so dumbstruck by the sight that they dropped their weapons, and the one person in charge, a very large orc, was openly questioning what exactly they were supposed to do with her; she had helped them break up a fight, after all. A poor idiot at the back suggested they should take her in via the use of ropes; tie her up and then drag the ‘bold to the barracks. Precisely no one paid attention to him, but to the kobold it was the perfect excuse to do something about that problem. Rolling onto her feet, Maza loomed over the fifty or so would-be jailors and snapped her fingers; immediately all of them began to groan as their very strength was sapped from them, though a minority had those sounds turn to moans once they saw what the process was doing to their assailant’s body. Now faced with a feast of untold proportions, fifty very well-built soldiers with both ample experience and body mass, it was natural that Maza develop her body into something akin to a miniature goddess; fifteen feet were easily reached, then twenty and even more, her body widening almost as much as it was gaining height, muscles building onto muscles as her bulbous frame rippled and thickened with each ounce of weight stolen from the large group beneath her. The ‘bold’s arms and legs were covered in throbbing, pulsating veins, bulging out from within and giving her the appearance of some sort of monstrous fighter… if not for her assets deciding to take the lion’s share of the stolen mass. If her height and musculature were impressive then her tits alone would make them look truly insignificant. They burgeoned with enough size to leave two massive holes on the ground once they impacted it, widening them and leaving long tracks when they exploded outwards. Her ass grew to become its very own seat, leaving Maza at a point where all she had to do was bend her legs somewhat and enjoy the couch she built for herself. The less said about her legs the better; lesser men would lose their minds at the mere sight of those things, let alone the touch, though they did complement the sudden burst in size that her cock went through; damn thing very nearly knocked her on the chin when she wasn’t paying attention, powering upwards until its tip was above Maza’s head, perfect symmetry for the nuts beneath it, both of which were now dragging along the ground from how full they were. The kobold, if that could even be said to be her species anymore, let loose a terrifyingly powerful roar once the influx of stolen size stopped, a sound that the whole city heard… and felt. It wasn’t just powerful enough to shatter glass and dislodge doors from their hinges, but so strong as to relieve people of the burden of their own bodies. Whatever the potion was, it seemingly granted her the power to demand tribute from those around her through intent alone; the moment anyone heard her roar of dominance they could immediately feel themselves growing smaller and meeker, their very forms giving themselves up for the sake of the burgeoning goddess near the city center. Maza, for her part, wasn’t even aware of this… not until the first wave hit her square in the everything. It was heaven and bliss all wrapped up into one, the best experience one could ever dream of magnified a thousandfold and then made into something even better. Each person was now little more than a snack for her, but there were a lot of snacks to go around in a city that large; they added up, whether or not they liked it themselves. For the ‘bold it turned what would’ve been a long, drawn-out process into a bountiful repast, one she could gorge herself on without a care in the world… a world that would soon be hers by the looks of it. Much as Maza liked to think she was in control, the reality of it was that even her body had its limits; she could only grow her tits out to a certain point before they became too big for her torso to hold onto… which obviously meant that all the excedent had to go towards creating a brand new pair! They were tiny nubs at first, forming just beneath the original row, but quickly rose to become just as massive as her other breasts, enough that poor Maza was left practically immobilized by her colossal bosoms. The only thing helping her move was her ass, now gigantic to the point where it almost grazed against the ground even when her legs were perfectly straight, providing the best counterbalance for the sudden weight shift on her chest. Down below, those nuts anchoring her to the floor decided to go the same route as her chest, dividing themselves into four, while a second cock grew in just below the first one. It was oddly appropriate given the new additions to her bust; two pairs of tits, two dicks and two simultaneous titfucks for her mind to contend with. What amazed her was how much she wasn’t losing her mind; the ‘bold would’ve assumed this sort of assault on her senses would leave her unable to process even the simplest thoughts, and yet she was possessed of a level of clarity she never had before in her life. Perhaps it was because this transformation was her destiny, and she was fated to become the largest, most powerful kobold in existence, a veritable goddess of her kind; made as much sense as anything else that happened that day. Her body seemed to agree, as it suddenly shot up and out in every direction, “fixing” her problems with proportions by simply making her truly gigantic, enough that a single footfall could wipe out entire chunks of the city without her even noticing. Everything below her had turned into a churned mess of mud and debris, whatever buildings had been there long-since vaporized by the sudden ascension of the previously-diminutive ‘bold. Clouds of dust gathered around her as she shot past fifty feet, sixty feet, seventy-five! The city grew more and more distant as she continued to grow, continued to push the boundaries of what was decent or sensical, until nothing was left but herself, the ruins of the once-proud Starna and the drained, disheveled pseudo-husks of its population. That no one was killed in her ascension was less a miracle and more an affirmation of her own power; of course no one died, she had willed it so it wouldn’t happen! Still, the sudden burst of height was enough to get her properly mobile again. It adjusted her so that her lowermost pair of breasts were merely a few feet off the ground, while the four nuts she was dragging behind her were only slightly inconvenient to pull whenever she took a step. The two concurrent titfucks were going to be a slight issue, but she was reasonably certain she could power through the sensations without completely losing her mind; hardly worthy of a goddess not to be able to do that, after all. It also gave her the best vantage point to admire herself from, being able to swivel around and get a good view of every last bit of her curves, her hands flying from place to place, creating strong gusts of wind whenever she wasn’t careful. Her scales were still rock-solid, the armour plates having expanded to cover pretty much every inch of her, tits and balls included somehow, and yet she still maintained an impossible amount of squish to her more sensitive bits. Truly, if she ever found anyone of her size, they would be able to lose themselves in exploring her form for days on end… right before she took from them everything and left them as much of a tiny little thing as the citizens of the former city around her; there could be no other like her, that much she decreed. And if that was true… She set her eyes on the horizon. The potion seller was probably caught in her growthsplosion, but that hardly fixed the issue of the potion itself being possible to make; and if that elf could do it, then certainly someone else could too. And if that was true, then it stood to reason that somewhere, out there, in the wide world, there was at least one other person who might have the same idea she did, someone who might give her a run for her money in the whole “ascending to godhood” business. Assuming all of this held true, then there was only one way she could ever fix it and ensure her superiority: proactivity. At her size, moving from one city to the next wouldn’t take a long time, doubly so considering she could easily absorb villages and towns along the way, making the trip take even less time as her steps grew to become truly titanic in breadth. Luckily for her, Starna was the last big stop before the capital, and if there was anything she could ever qualify as a meal rather than just a morsel at her stage, it was that. The ‘bold was licking her lips all the way over, the landscape she left behind her being one of complete desolation. Whole population centers left to rot and practically wiped off the map, their population reduced to shrivelled skin on bones begging for her to take them with her on her journey to the capital. Maza didn’t quite care for their fate; she could feel the million-plus souls waiting for her at her destination, and though the ‘bold honestly thought she could hold it in her until she got close enough… she couldn’t. Maza broke into a spring, breaking the ground and leaving either craters or canyons wherever her feet landed, everything behind her turned into a long, quad-nut-sized trail of devastation several dozen feet deep. The roar she let loose had been building up in her throat for goodness knows how long, and if she didn’t let it out now then she might very well explode! The sound created a shockwave so powerful that the outer walls of the city, a good ten or so miles off, completely shattered, the guards stationed on them frantically trying to escape before they collapsed entirely from the cracks. They barely got halfway down the stairs before the draining process began, tripping over one another in their desperate attempt to outrun whatever was causing the sudden destruction. They called out for help, trying to alert everyone of the magical assault, but it was too late. Maza no longer needed to walk, though given her size it still took a good half a mile before her momentum died off. Not that she was counting; the ‘bold was slightly too busy basking in the glory that was her new body, engorged by the mass stolen from over a million sentients all tightly packed in one dish for her savouring. It was so excessive and overindulgent that it began to spill over too; the giantess couldn’t just keep quiet, and her throat rumbled with scream after scream of pure bliss, her voice breaking in half again and again as she begged for more, always more, for it never to stop! Her demands travelled far and wide, reaching a great many ears that could do nothing but obey; soon it wasn’t just the capital or the towns leading back to Starna, but the whole kingdom and its outlying duchies, every settlement, every population center, any person that happened to exist. If they were there, they were to give themselves up to her, their new goddess, that she may become everything she could ever be. Soon enough it was her weight alone causing her to break through the planet’s crust, her claws digging enormous grooves into its surface simply from her growing bigger; terrifyingly massive craters were created from her weight alone, deep enough that even Maza had trouble getting out of them… so she just kicked the dirt she was entombed in, leaving behind titanic holes and gashes wherever she walked, quite literally altering the very geography of the planet itself. Wouldn’t take long for her head to begin grazing the lower atmosphere either; with so many people affected by her constant roaring, it was no surprise she would just never stop growing. Her demands would grow louder and louder until everyone could hear them, at which point she would truly be the uncontested ruler of the whole world, even if she had to destroy a large chunk of it to prove that point. A third pair of breasts joined with the other two, the whole set filling up so quickly that even the mass being added to it meant nothing compared to their milky production. Rivers of thick cream protruded from her teats, each mound growing so heavy that the ‘bold was forced to stop and lean forward, unable to take another step without destroying her back in the process. Her ass and thighs followed suit, burying her in plush from a second direction entirely, while the six nuts she sported between her legs became country-sized cum factories, each pair servicing one of her three gigantic rods, all of which had found a home within her cleavages. Simply heaving her weight forward was enough to cause so much rubbing between her many parts that she blanked out entirely, and her ascension wasn’t even done yet! The clouds parted, giving way to a darker and darker sky as Maza approached the final boundary before the wide-open cosmos. The kobold had never thought she’d ever go that far, but her life had been full of surprises before… so why not embrace that one as well? It almost seemed natural to just hop off the planet after a while, giving it a gentle push and ending up floating alongside it, her own body almost as big as that sphere was. She quickly identified the last few holdouts that hadn’t yet given up their mass to her, at which point her dominance over her homeworld was achieved. If anyone dared to come close to her domain they would see her, in her full glory, each breast now as large as the planet she left behind, each cock producing a steady stream of cum that formed entire rings around her. They would know that this was her backyard, and would know to back off before she did to them what she did to everyone else. Which just posed the same question again: what was stopping someone else, elsewhere in that massive universe, from developing the same potion as the one that brought her that far? Nothing, that’s what; and that was a terrifying realization. Maybe somewhere there was already someone who was bigger than her. Someone who’d had that thought before she did and got a leg-up in becoming the true goddess of that reality; in fact, she was sure of it. So sure, in fact, that her former homeworld began to look like quite a delicious snack rather than the pearl in her necklace she just saw it as. It’d be a sacrifice, but one she had to take in order to achieve true perfection. Divinity.

Sorcery.Net Episode 5: The Designer "And so that's how you use AltWorlds in a nutshell!" Deign finished. The help daemon's somewhat long winded spiel had touched on the basics, but she was in the dark about the more advanced features, all of which Will was essentially foaming at the mouth to know about. "I'm just a generic help daemon." Deign said with a shrug. "But all our features have user made tutorial sessions, and Mina's plan includes us visiting the AltWorlds Fantasy RPG tutorial. Well, one of them. There's a whole bunch, though this one is the most popular due to the rather interesting content." The dragoncat grinned, "If it's as interesting as what I've seen so far, then what are we waiting for?" "Alright then!" the help daemon chirped. Accompanied by a poof of fruit scented smoke, Deign altered into a pixie like form, about a foot and a half tall, though keeping the mixture of snow leopard and dragon that she'd plucked from Will's mind. The little daemon fluttered up and takes a seat on her master's shoulder. "Oh and just so ya know, if you get a phone call or if there's somebody at the door, I can put the call through to you, or pull ya out so you can answer the door. That is if ya want to. Don't have to leave AltWorlds either, I can just temporarily overlap your AltEnvironment with real-space for you only. And don't worry about nakedness or anything, to any nonuser you appear to just be sitting at your computer, wearing normal clothes." "That's nice, Deign, but can we get going?" the blue furred dragon asked, eager to meet up with his sister, curious as to what form she'd chosen for herself. Or had chosen for her, if her experience was anything like his own. "Sure!" the tiny cat-pixie squeaked, her already high pitched voice made almost ridiculously so by the change in size. As the scent of fruit filled the air, Will found his vision obstructed by the brightly colored smoke that seemed to accompany all of Deign's magic. "Do you have to do that? The smoke?" he asked. "Nope! Just the default effect. You can change it if ya want." the daemon chirped. "No, it's fine, I was just won..." the dragoncat never finished his sentence, as the smoke cleared he found himself in a beautiful valley, the sun shining brightly overhead, the landscaping exquisite. The trees were of a variety he didn't recognize, and the flowers grew in sizes and shapes and colors not found in nature. But what really drew his attention were the number of interesting looking people and creatures walking about. With a blink of his eyes he suddenly saw bits of text floating in the air above each one of them, player names, character names, levels, classes, and guilds. Another blink and the words were gone. <I>"So, suitably impressed with AltWorlds so far, Mister Durst?"</i> rumbled a voice inside Will's head. "Private message from one of the GM's on duty." Deign whispered. <I>""Yeah, it looks awesome, I can't wait to try it!"</i> Will thought back. The blue dragoncat looked around, taking it all in, not quite sure of where to go yet. "I'd recommend heading to one of the tutorial caverns, William." said the rumbling voice from behind him. Will turned to see a towering creature that looked like a mix of dragon and feline, much like himself, but with wings, placed atop a spider's body. A kind of altered Drider. The creature stood at least twice Will's own height. Her, for she was quite obviously female, body was colored black with red markings, looking like stripes and spatters of blood. The underbelly areas on her humanoid torso were a radiant white, her eight legs and wing membranes followed the spatter and drip pattern, but were colored purple on black. The same shade of purple in her hair and eyes. "GM Hellkitten at your service." the Drider rumbled, leaning down and offering a hand to the somewhat awestruck dragoncat. Will shook the GM's hand, wide eyes looking up at her. "Oh drat," she sighed, "It appears that 'Steal Tongue' is one of my automatic class skills." "I'm sorry. It's just that... well... I've never seen anything as big as you are capable of speech before." Will said with a sheepish grin. Hellkitten chuckled. "It's quite alright. I'm used to it. Though it's usually for different reasons." "Kitten here converted the Ruramusho system so it can function with people of your realm." Deign said, "So she gets a lot of hero worshiping fanboys and girls." Will's tongue suddenly wriggled and twisted as he was trying to speak. "A... buh... ja... guh..." he mumbled. "We really need to get that skill looked at, eh Deign?" Hellkitten chuckled. "Th... thank you." Will finally managed. "This is all so amazing, and I guess I'm experiencing all this because of you." Hellkitten grinned widely, "Yeah, I guess you do. Just don't do anything silly like doing that worshiping hand motion." the GM patted her belly. "I have one person on a one hour ban for doing that." The dragoncat raised a brow. "So for a one hour ban they stay inside of you?" Hellkitten's grin only widened, showing off sharp fangs. "Yup. Either that or get webbed up in a cocoon. Of course that means I have the bondage and vore communities pestering me on purpose. But anyhoo, you're definitely here for a tutorial on the whole thing, and I've got the one Mina made loaded up in a cavern over yonder. I need to review it for inclusion in the game anyway, so I'll be your guide for the duration of the tutorial!" A bright aura surrounded the GM, and when it faded Hellkitten had dropped the Drider aspect of herself, taking on a purely draconic form. The red and purple dragoness took Will by the hand, giving the awe struck dragoncat the nudge he needed to get moving. "The class system is a mishmash from different RPG's. Selecting a certain class will boost your stats in some areas, decrease them in others, and grant you a special set of abilities. Some of 'em stay with you if you change classes, while others'll stay with you when you hop to another class. Though almost all of the skills will stay with you eventually, once you attain the proper level." "Though we have some player skill based combat areas, most of it is essentially chosing a command. The rest is automatic essentially. You'll see what I mean when we get into the combat part. Wanna pick a class to start off with?" "Geez, what all is there?" Will asked. "Anything that you can imagine. Though different sections usually use thematically similar classes. We'll be going with our most popular 'server,' which has classes from a couple of popular game series' and a bunch of D20 type classes. Mina said that you probably wouldn't be able to decide and remind you that Red Mage was a mix of everything." "Sure, that sounds good." Will said quietly, still awed by everything around him. "Will I be picking a race too?" "Well, I kinda assumed you were going for dragoncat anthro. But appearance and race don't have to match up. It's just good for continuity. You get racial abilities as you level up too. You've got your Red Magic from the class, and some monster type skills from being a dragoncat, but mostly that's stat increases. You can go with monster classes as well. The Dragon class is pretty fun. Normally you're limited to base race norms for size, but with the Dragon class, you can get pretty big. It's fun. Sure, you can be as big as you want in the scenarios. But it's really neat to tower over a battlefield." "Well, Mina chose this form for me, and I don't know what she has in mind for me, so I think I'll just stick with what she has laid out." Hellkitten smiled and patted Will's rounded tummy. "I think you'll be doing a little bit of laying yourself, cutie." Looking down Will suddenly realized he was naked, and that it didn't bother him a bit. "Oh don't worry about that." Hellkitten purred, "A few mental tweaks for while you're in the game. Getting in character if you will. But yeah, we do need to get you some clothes." With a flash a red cap with a long white feather appeared in Hellkitten's handpaws. Matching gear materialized on Will, a red vest, red fingerless gloves that went halfway up his arms, a pair of similar 'socks' of the same material that went to his knees, and to Will's minor annoyance, a red knee length skirt. The dragoncat glared at Hellkitten as she handed him his hat. "Do you do this with all the new players?" "Nah, just the ones I think look cute in skirts. You do look very sexy in that outfit. Red is very much your color." the dragoness purred. Will suddenly found him looking at himself from a perspective outside his own body. He did have to admit that he did look sexy in the skirt. "Alternate 'camera' view." Deign whispered into Will's ear. "Allows ya to recreate the experience of a typical RPG. Some people do it for familiarity's sake, playing an RPG the emerses all your senses is still playing one for some people." Will blinked a few times as he found his perspective returning to normal. "That's... kind of disconcerting. I think I'll stick with a first person perspective." he said with a smile. Hellkitten nodded. "Most people do. Though the outside view is nice when you're checking out a new outfit, or armor, or form and don't have a mirror handy. Anyhoo, here we are. Need anything before we get started? If you want to get a bite to eat, or take a leak or anything, now's the time. Can't having you peeing in a treasure box and leaving it for the next guy who comes through, now can we?" Will chuckled, "Nah, I'm fine." he said, stepping into the cavern.

How was ​that​ fair?! Max had worked so hard to get to where he was, even if his original ascension was admittedly complete luck. Seeing as geckos like him weren’t exactly all that high up in the food chain, scurrying about looking for places to hide was just a fundamental part of life, and sometimes someone got lucky with what they found lying around an abandoned tunnel or collapsed access shaft. For him, it was this weird green goop leaking from a glass container bearing all sorts of weird symbols and sigils that he had no idea how to read; damn human chicken scratchings were always headache-inducing. All he really thought at the time was how it should help with how parched he was feeling, and so decided to drink the mixture like it was cool water. That was his first mistake. Or not, really, as the end result was surprisingly enough a net positive. The transformation took hold of his body only a couple of hours after he first drank the goop. Being a tiny gecko, it was customary for him to find shelter from the sun wherever there was shade to be had, and he happened to have found the perfect spot to fit himself into, just underneath an upturned vehicle whose seat had fallen to the ground, giving Max a fantastic bed to rest on. The first sign that something was wrong with him were his shoulders getting stuck in the window frame, nearly causing his head to bump into a metal plate from how harshly it was pulled back. Inspecting his body after that tiny surprise gave him enough of a shock to nearly stop his little gecko heart, as he saw his scrawny physique had somehow developed enough brawn that he could see his arm muscles bulging out against his skin! It was a wonder how he hadn’t noticed it before, but as soon as he brought his fingers to squeeze down on his biceps, it was as clear as day that he wasn’t hallucinating; those were ​real​. What followed were hours upon hours of self-indulgent madness, with the gecko finding the closest thing to him that he could lift in order to test his new strength, only to discover that the more he strained himself, the stronger he seemed to grow in response! Though hard to notice at first, what with him being extremely tiny, it picked up in intensity and rapidly built onto itself, and before he knew it, the gecko had grown to the height of an adult human and the width of at least three, with his musculature capable of lifting weights far in excess to his own… which just made him bulk up even more! Each pound lifted seemed to reflect in an extra pound packed away onto his body somewhere, until the skin glistening with sweat after the hours-long workout wasn’t flabby and draped over a pitiful reptilian body, but covered in rippling, bulging muscle and enough veins for someone to spend days gawking at. Even something as simple as flexing seemed to add even more mass onto him, along with forcing his new and improved body to creak like stretched leather every time it needed to expand itself even more. And for a while, it was grand. Finding a mate with his own species was out of the question, of course; even the biggest females barely reached his waistline, and he was fucked if he was going to be wasting his time getting blowjobs from throats that could barely take a third of his cock, much less the whole, constantly-growing thing. Every day he woke up slightly bigger, ending up larger still by the time he went back to sleep, finding more obstacles to move, more weights to life, more challenges to overcome. Soon, even Deathclaws weren’t proper prey for him anymore, and Max progressed to hunting down Super Mutants out in the wasteland, until even ​they​ stopped providing any challenge. It was hard to feel entertained when their “overlords” and “behemoths” just became more things for him to pick up and throw away, all the while bulging out in all directions like it was a thing to do. To be frank, it was kind of disappointing; Max had grown up hearing stories about how terrible the “mutant hordes” were, and the monsters that roamed the desolate landscape, just waiting to gobble up tiny geckos like himself. For ​years​ he lived in fear, running into hidey-holes and scurrying off into whatever darkness he could find whenever a suit of power armour walked nearby, or a pack of Deathclaws was on the prowl. And for good reason as well; tiny and insignificant as he used to be, what hope did he have to face off against such mighty foes? But now? Two weeks had passed since he had first drank from the leak in the glass container, and he had become so powerful that nothing in the wasteland would ever be able to compete with him. Ten feet tall and twenty feet wide, head kept above his pectorals purely due to his neck being as absolutely massive as it was, and gaining mass with each step from how much any kind of movement strained his body. Wherever he went, low groaning followed, as his body was in a constant state of growth and readjustment, having to reforge ligaments and sinew at every waking moment. And for a while, after it was grand, it just turned… boring. He soon lacked the willpower to lift anything, even if he did gain a couple of feet just by walking around, trying to find something to do that would entertain him. The Super Mutant tribes had learned to give him a wide berth, and without any humans dumb enough to try and tackle him with how large he’d become, it was down to him and the very ground… and he was reasonably certain he couldn’t just lift the planet. He did try, after all. There was a thought in his mind though; in between the horror stories of geckos being used as stress relief by dominant Deathclaws daddies or spitroasted over an open flame by particularly hungry ghouls, there were always these weird, otherworldly tales, told by the oldest of the groups when they congregated. They were conveniently short on details, letting the younger ones fill in the gaps with whatever they felt like, and always ended before any kind of satisfying conclusion. But they were the kind of stories that only word-of-mouth could create, fit more for inspiring wanderlust than warning about danger; they told of great beasts wandering the wastes between cities, gorging on the fallout itself and whatever creature brave or stupid enough to leave the relative safety of the city wastelands. They were colossal creatures, capable of blotting out the sun if one stood at their feet, and to them, even the greatest of human weapons were nothing more than a joke. At the time, Max found the concept to be terrifying. But possessed of the kind of body he had now? Well, it was a challenge just waiting for him, really; no point wasting any time. He marched off towards the east, abandoning the wasteland for what he thought was for good. For days he saw nothing but the devastated ecosystem, the odd shrub or brush sprouting from the few tiny spots where the radiation hadn’t remained unbearably high in the years since the blasts. He even began thinking that the stories were just that: fanciful yarn, spun to make youngsters like him think about all the horrible beasties waiting to murder them if they didn’t follow orders. Then one day, he saw the first one. And honestly? Not as big as he thought. Sure, the mutant was… rather large, and they would certainly ​appear​ to be absolutely gigantic and sun-blocking for a species as tiny as geckos were, but from where Max stood at that point, reaching twenty feet in height and about triple that from side to side, it barely even qualified as a fight. They were taller, but lacked strength and coordination, and the small fight that ensued was enough to make the mutated gecko overcome their quarry before outright devouring them in a single gulp, having grown big enough to do ​just that​ and barely notice the difference in bulk when their prey was consumed. Utterly disappointed by the lack of any adequate adversaries, Max spent weeks prowling the outskirts of the wasteland, finding that the “mythical monsters” ​did​ grow bigger the further inland he went… but, by that point, he himself had become so ludicrously massive as to make any potential danger those things posed be irrelevant, and he’d soon progress to using them as light snacks whenever he crossed paths. To say he was disillusioned would be an understatement; the gecko was almost furious that he was denied his proper place, fighting titans for an eternity, always finding bigger and better foes to tackle with. Now, quickly approaching the hundred-feet mark and without a single adequate challenge in sight, it was time to return to his old home. And there he remained until he found Clove. His days were occupied with… nothing, really. Whatever the substance had done to him had rendered him able to derive nourishment from local radiation, and thus without needing to eat or drink conventionally, he could dedicate himself to further honing his physical body. Hours upon hours of exercise and workouts, designed to build more bulk and strengthen the one he already had, leaving him bigger by the day in ways he honestly hadn’t anticipated. Maybe that was his destiny: to just ​grow​, become stronger… and rule. Wasn’t a lot to lord over; some dust, a lot of ruins, maybe a few packs of Deathclaws… but it was his. Who was going to take it from him when he was so large the ground itself quaked with every step? It’d be madness to try and stand up to him, and Max made sure to get rid of anything that might replicate the effects the mutagen had on him all that time before. It was because of this that he heard about Clove before even his tribe did; a network of gecko informants had let him know that the young runt breached a vault that still contained some untested mutagenic agent, one that could potentially bulk him up enough that he might think about confronting the undisputed master of the wasteland. Max didn’t pay much attention to it at the time… but when he saw that bastard walk into his stomping grounds like he owned the place, he knew he had to do something about it, even if it was just a show of force. How surprising, then, that he ended up nearly being outsized in just a few seconds, needing to push every tendon he had just to keep himself a tiny half-step ahead. The ground itself was struggling to hold the both of them without collapsing, and yet Max had the distinct impression the Deathclaw was ​mocking​ him; a wide, toothy grin, hidden away by the many layers of tits and bulging muscle mass, almost hinting at how he could grow so much more but chose to remain small enough for his would-be gecko rival to understand how outmatched he was. But he wasn’t. Max ​knew​ he wasn’t. ​He​ was the ruler of that desert, ​he​ was the one who walked out and defeated the titanic beasts that hunted at its edges, ​he​ was the one who trained for weeks and months at a time so he could grow to be so large as to be visible from across the horizon. ​He alone​ had secured the secrets of godhood, and he’d be damned before he let an upstart like Clove get the upper hand just because they pumped themselves full of growth juice. That was ​his​ trick, goddamnit! And he wasn’t about to let anyone upstage him with it! But he was already going as strongly as he could; how would he be able to compete with that Deathclaw when he seemed to go pound for pound without breaking a sweat, while he himself was straining his body as far as it could go? Had everything been a lie so far? Had he completely missed the ​actual​ prize and been keeping himself busy with the consolation one? It was absurd! How could that runt be having such an easy time upstaging him with such a wide smile on his face? It was time for some drastic measures. His time training in the desert had given him a near-perfect memory of the spots with the most leftover radiation pockets, places where the world had never truly healed and where toxic, irradiating sludge was still the norm. He had always avoided them, thinking himself already perfect enough; but faced with a challenge like Clove, he couldn’t afford to be picky. Within minutes, he had gathered enough barrels of sludge and enough metal scraps that he was sure ​something​ had to happen. Whether it helped or not would be a different story altogether, but his body was going to change, and if nothing else, he would ​will h​ imself to make it change for the better! Mouthfuls of the stuff vanished down his throat before he even stopped to consider that maybe he shouldn’t be doing it, and immediately Max felt his form shift and twist itself into new and inventive forms, genes being radically altered to fit the demands of an increasingly-deranged mind. The first thing to change was his physique, but rather than its shape, it was its consistency that felt the effects of the radioactive materials. Max felt his torso tighten considerably, the bulging muscle growing increasingly shinier as its surface was coated with an extra layer of skin, this one about as heavy as the rest of his body combined, so much flesh packed into such a (relatively) small space that he figured it would make his chest completely impervious to any kind of attack; bumping his fist against his torso made it resonate like a metal plate, knuckles actually ​hurting​ for the first time in gods know when. It was a good first step, but needed ​more.​ Rubbing his pecs allowed him to make good use of the mutagen; it was weird seeing his hands shrink every time they touched them, only to grow back out the moment he broke contact. Lunging at Clove confirmed his suspicions, when the Deathclaw’s body began to visibly lose size the longer it remained pressed against Max’s! Unbeknownst to the both of them, the armoured plating on the gecko’s torso had begun to develop an immense coating of near-microscopic needles, constantly poking out through the dense layer of biological armor and eager to consume whatever happened to touch them. For the gecko, this was the Deathclaw in front of him, who seemed more than happy to find his mass stolen with abandon. And at first, it felt like it could work. Clove was shrinking visibly, the gecko’s body was billowing outwards in equal measure, and there was no indication that the Deathclaw was going to do anything. Hell, Max even felt some of his rival’s attributes begin to transfer over to him, with his pectoral muscles starting to bloat out and feel a lot more like a pair of breasts than anything else. Though they kept the impervious coating on top, they were surprisingly soft and squishy, filling with… something, the gecko didn’t know what, that made him feel incredibly warm and fuzzy all over. It was a sense of power unlike anything he’d ever experienced, far eclipsing his journey so far; was that the secret of the Deathclaw’s growth? Was it the substance that he had consumed that allowed him to go toe-to-toe with the master of the Mojave? If it was, he wanted it. Max pushed forward even harder, aiming to drain as much of Clove as he could before the Deathclaw could react. It was an astounding success, with his opponent becoming so small that the gecko could probably crush him underneath a single foot, already doing so with his enormous pecs-turned-tits. He correctly identified the substance churning inside of his chest as being some kind of evolutionary virus, already hard at work improving Max’s ability to process it. Before he knew it, his head would grow incredibly cramped when his cerebral mass began to multiply onto itself, becoming unbearably tight before the same virus simply moved the extra brain matter elsewhere on his body. It was the logical first step, the gecko presumed, to give him the additional processing power required to come up with an adequate approach for his Deathclaw problem, who despite being placed on the verge of suffocation, steadfastly refused to stop or give up. Even in his shrunken state, Clove was still larger than he had been when first meeting Max; the two had been constantly swelling with size since that moment, even while the Deathclaw’s was being taken from him, and thus it wasn’t all that surprising that he refused to yield, at least from the gecko’s perspective. Max himself had become a literal colossus, sporting a body of large enough proportions that he could probably be seen from space without the need for a telescope, and only growing larger by the moment. The additional brains sprouting throughout his body allowed him to understand his position perfectly, but what they failed to account for was that his rival wasn’t as helpless as he made himself out to be. Contrary to what Max thought, Clove had never been on the losing, nor had the shrinking been anything other than his plan all along. While the gecko had to resort to growing additional brain matter in order to suit their needs, the Deathclaw instead opted for quality over quantity, increasing the density of his neuronal connections until there was very little space even left inside of his cerebral cortex. If it ​could​ have a neural pathway, it did, and with so much room to work with the more he grew, Clove had a much easier time seeing their situation for what it truly was. All Max had done was copy his own abilities, and in an inferior way as well; the gecko could probably make ​some​ use of the FEV, but not nearly to the extent the Deathclaw could. His body was still the same spectacle of depravity it had been before meeting that titan of the wasteland, still carrying the multiple pairs of tits constantly being fucked by Deathclaw-headed snakecocks and filled with his impossibly nutritious cum. It was only a matter of flipping a metaphorical switch and allowing his many balls to start producing FEV-laced cum again… something he did without even thinking too hard about it. Up until then, Max had genuinely believed he had the upper hand. Forced to develop a pair of tits and some extra mutations on his chest? Yes, but still a good price to pay for getting rid of an upstart trying to take his rightful spot on the top of the food chain. It wasn’t until the tiny little thing he was smothering underneath a single nipple began to lift his whole tit off the ground that he started to panic; how was the Deathclaw managing to suddenly push ​him​ around?! The answer would come soon enough, when Clove stopped being a miniature spec he couldn’t even see properly and began to take up far more space in his field-of-view than should be possible. Max tried to stymie his advance, forcing his own body to secrete more of the evolutionary virus and finding that not only did his breasts produce copious amounts of it, but the rest of his pecs did as well, absolutely flooding him with the stuff! And yet, despite the enormous amounts of mutagen his body was gifted with, nothing was happening to the size difference between him and the Deathclaw; the cloud layer was fast approaching and the curvature of the Earth had long-since become more than apparent, but as far as the two could see, the ratio between their bodies continued to be stacked in Clove’s favour, until the pair was back at similar sizes… right up until the Deathclaw happily barreled the gecko over and pinned him underneath ​his​ massive body, letting Max know just how wrong he had been about their own superiority. It was… unfair wasn’t strong enough. All of that, overturned in just a few seconds? His body had literally sprouted extra brains just so he could find the best possible solution, and Clove just… made it not work? Just like that?! He wasn’t going to stand for it. Max snarled, shaking the Earth enough for earthquakes to emanate from where the two where lying on top of one another, before baring his teeth; Clove felt the need to pat the gecko on the head when he saw what the tiny boy had in mind, lengthening and sharpening his fangs until his mouth was so full of razor-covered chompers that he couldn’t even close it! The gecko probably thought that it would let him do anything, a notion the Deathclaw was happy to disabuse them of the moment Max tried biting down on one of Clove’s tits. Rather than finding soft flesh to mangle, the gecko instead saw several of his new teeth shatter and crack, the same protective coating that protected his chest being mirrored on his rival’s immense cluster of tits. That still wouldn’t stop him. If one set of sabertooth-like fangs wasn’t enough, he’d just have to make two, nesting the second row behind the first one and making it just the right size that they could both bite down on anything easily. He hardened their composition, added minerals he extracted directly from the ground just to ensure they were unbreakable… and then immediately had to swallow them after the second bite proved to be just as useless as the first. Clove just kept smiling, like he ​wasn’t​ destroying the gecko’s dreams by just standing there, growing increasingly bigger and pinning Max down with sheer tit weight. Undeterred by his failures, the smaller giant not only regrew his twin rows of razor-sharp teeth, but added additional ones still and, with the sounds of bone cracking filling the air for hundreds of miles around, began producing a second jaw from the bottom of the first one. It looked precariously balanced underneath, hanging open with barely any ability to control itself; more instinct-driven than anything else, it was Max’s desperate attempt at trying to break through his rival’s defenses, lining this second mouth with just as many pearly whites as the original. All to no avail; they still broke just as easily. The gecko was about to give up. There was nothing he could do, really; whatever he threw at the Deathclaw just bounced back, unable to even leave a dent in the burgeoning god. A series of desperation moves ensued, the gecko’s body creating and multiplying multiple additional spit glands, each of which was loaded with a different liquid he could throw at Clove in the vain hope of hurting him: liquid magma, high-concentration acid, even supercooled nitrogen… with no results. It seemed like he wasn’t even there; the Deathclaw barely reacted to anything he did, giggling away and fucking his own breasts like the depraved slut he was. How could it be that he, Max, overlord of the wasteland, had lost his title to that… ​thing​? It wasn’t even a Deathclaw anymore, it was just a bunch of tits and cocks all snaking around and screwing one another while their owner moaned like a breeder in heat. It was infuriating! He ​had​ to do something about it! … but what? Max’s body already had all the resources it needed to do something about the weight smothering it against the increasingly-tiny planet below, but even its multiple brains couldn’t come up with anything that would work for more than just a few seconds. He could try and grow extra arms, even extending his torso in order to fit them all, but all that would accomplish would be letting him feel Clove growing even heavier. He could cover his entire body in spikes as pointy as his teeth, have them fire at his rival like millions of railguns, only to have the organic turrets fail at doing anything but plinking off the Deathclaw’s skin armor. No matter what combination of biological and techno-organic weaponry he employed, it never seemed to do more than gently scratch at Clove, which itself provoked some giggling and… not much else. The Deathclaw was effortlessly beating him at his own game, and enjoying it to such a degree that it actually ​was​ insulting. So much so that all of Max’s brains, overwhelmed with rage and jealousy, could think of nothing else but to take it all from them, in as direct a way as possible. Creaking loud enough to shatter the ground underneath him, thanks to the strain of moving so much bulk and mass in such a short time, the gecko wrapped his arms and legs around Clove’s body, taking advantage of his position to grab as much of the Deathclaw as he could. Up until that point, his absorption had been reliant entirely on the needles permeating his chest; they numbered in the billions, yes, but were woefully insufficient when so much of him remained to be used. His mutagenic production was diverted to encourage the development of similar structures all across his arms and legs, extending the everything-proof coating of thick skin in the process and adding quite a few more gland pockets meant to take advantage of his body’s heat to generate thermal energy. The end result was such a marked increase in his ability to drain Clove of his mass directly that the size discrepancy between the two stopped worsening, and his rival actually opened his eyes to look at him, for once! “What are you doing?!” the Deathclaw shouted, parting the clouds with his words. “Getting even!” Max bellowed back, creating hurricanes from the amount of wind displaced by his hot breath. Indeed, it seemed like the gecko was going to get his wish, as his brains resolved to increase the density of his absorption needles until his skin began to darken, billions becoming trillions and then doubling over until all of his surface area was entirely dedicated to the sole, mindless task of stealing as much of Clove’s mass and mutagenic properties as it could. The gecko’s opponent, meanwhile, was flailing about trying to escape, causing earthquakes and breaking open small canyons whenever a part of him hit the ground, flooding miles of coast when his snakecocks began to fail at their nipplefucking duties. Clove was truly in panic mode, scrambling to fix a problem he himself had created. For unbeknownst to Max, who had at that point succumbed entirely to the allure of endless, uninterrupted growth, the vast landscape of needles that his skin had become had progressed past the point where it was simply draining away mass from whoever they stung. Their two bodies had begun to fuse together in certain parts, skin melting into one another and stretching out painfully whenever Clove tried to pull himself away from the mindless gecko. He could feel his nervous system being hijacked by the swelling giant he himself had created through his endless teasing, ​seriously​ regretting every choice that hadn’t been just crushing and consuming the horny colossus when he had the chance. Now it was Clove going through the same kind of inner turmoil he’d just put Max through, albeit from a much different perspective; he knew he could outgrow them if he really wanted to, but now that their bodies were beginning to become one, what would even happen? He could feel the faintest electrical jolts whenever the gecko tried moving one of his titanic arms, the distant whispering of the chorus of brains inside of his ascension partner. He could tell that there was very little of Max left in there at all, having been reduced to a mindless machine, designed purely for maximizing pleasure even at the expense of its own durability. The gecko would carry on until they were both turned to goop if he had to, and without any way to get rid of him, the Deathclaw ​had​ to deal with it somehow. The more he struggled, however, the less headway he was making; in fact, it seemed that any attempt to dislodge the gecko from underneath him only ended up worsening the problem, with the still-rising number of microneedles succeeding in keeping their two bodies in a precarious balance. It was enough to force the Deathclaw to stop growing altogether, hoping to trick his rival into doing the same, but to no avail; halting the process for even a single second was enough to give the gecko a headstart that took Clove several minutes to match without going overboard, and by that point the Earth was starting to become far too tiny for the both of them to occupy at the same time. It was time for desperate measures; Clove knew it was a possibility, but had refused to consider it due to its irreversible nature. With the fusing of their flesh and the precariously small amount of space left between the two of them, though, it was either that or risk being jettisoned into space while still unstable, and goodness knows what would happen to the solar system if the two of them didn’t resolve their issues… then again, Max wasn’t in any fit state to have a conversation, and Clove had no inclination to beat any kind of sense into him. The Deathclaw sighed, letting his musky breath fall onto the gecko’s face, further deepening their lust-crazed state; it was a necessary step for what he wanted to accomplish, albeit one that he found distasteful to the point of disgusting. He would’ve much preferred that the two of them mutually agreed to such a fate, not to have been forced into it due to the gecko losing control. Taking a deep breath, Clove relaxed his muscles and began to break down the organic armor coating his skin, allowing the needles puncturing him to find even more purchase than before. It hurt,​ immensely so, and only spiked Max’s pleasure to such an unbearably powerful degree that the gecko completely lost control, climaxing right there and then; the ensuing flood lapped at Clove’s back and only worsened the agony he was in, with Max’s cum having inherited some of the acidic properties that his blood had since developed. Still, the Deathclaw persevered, pressing through the curtain of pain and deliberately sinking his body into the gecko’s. It was an odd sensation, becoming one with another individual while trying to keep one’s individuality; as his neurons wrapped around theirs, it became harder to distinguish what he was feeling from what was going through Max’s system, their combined brain matter reacting much in the same way to the same stimuli. The gecko’s cerebral clusters in particular were responding surprisingly well to the sudden intrusion of Deathclaw matter into them, welcoming the change and commanding their newly-shared body to produce even more of the delicious viral compound that had led them there to begin with. To any outside observer, it would look as if Clove was vanishing into a body that grew bigger in equal measure to the amount of Deathclaw being poured into it, the point of contact being miles upon miles of near-rubberized skin and leather that had taken on a life of its own, tugging at the willing sacrifice and pulling him ever deeper into the warm embrace of his soon-to-be other half. Most of Clove’s brainpower was focused on preventing his mind from being subsumed by Max’s, instead attempting to enact some kind of “mind meld” between the two. They were after the same thing after all, were they not? The complete domination of the planet and all of its inhabitants. So why were they fighting? The gecko was certainly having his fun; with the planet underneath straining to keep in one piece, he had begun absorbing and repurposing as much of the wildlife that he’d trampled as possible, recreating aspects of it on his insanely-mutated body. Ursine, feline, vulpine and lupine, bits of human here and there and even some Super Mutant nonsense thrown about for good measure; if anyone were to look at them, it would be impossible to tell what species he even ​was​, let alone what he started as. It only worsened when the “transfer” was complete, the last vestiges of Clove’s back disappearing into the mess that was the needle-infused torso of that country-sized gecko. That was step one. It was time for step two. Clove had been very careful not to actually turn into just more of Max; though he had bloated the giant up, he himself was still there in one piece, carefully displacing his rival’s insides and making good use of their ability to adapt to anything in order to keep his own form intact. From his privileged position, the Deathclaw began extending pathways to as much of the gecko’s nervous system as he could reach, attempting to line up their electrical impulses so they fired and flared simultaneously. It was hard work, taking long enough that Max’s head and feet were dipping into separate oceans by the time Clove got the hang of synching up their thought patterns. From there, it was a relatively small jump to hijacking ​both​ of their conscious minds and melding them into a single one; Clove’s hyper-dense brain and Max’s distributed clusters would still exist as independent entities, preserving parts of their old personalities and selves, but it would be nothing but an artifact of a bygone age. They wouldn’t be allowed any independence or ability to act on anything but maintaining lower-level body functions, freeing up the rest of their processing power to sustain the glorious creature being crafted from scratch right before everyone’s eyes. The Deathclaw and gecko’s unique mutations were thoroughly scanned, analyzed and decommissioned by their brand new, combined mind; it was powerful enough to remake reality as it saw fit within the confines of their body, and as such took little time to simply add everything up until their shared body had it all. Everything that Clove had ever sprouted, everything that Max had developed, it was all reconstructed in perfect detail, scaled up to fit their ocean-displacing frame. Streams of FEV-infused cum dwarfing all of the world’s rivers combined flowed freely from each of his Deathclaw-headed nipples, even with a dozen or so snakecocks constantly plugging them, their tips reformed to become perfect copies of Max and Clove’s faces, for no one else had the the right to enjoy a body like theirs. Muscles bulged and rippled, taut and stretched under the light of the sun, drowning everything underneath them in the tidal waves of sweat glistening off of them. Max’s head was pushed to the side, their enormous neckbulk splitting open so Clove’s own could sprout right beside it, the two immediately locking their muzzles together in a kiss while a dozen pairs of arms erupted from their sides and back, going to work on their several rows of tits much like Clove’s had before. The last thing to go would be the needles, no longer necessary once their brain functions aligned and their body completed its fusion. No more size theft was required now that they were already the biggest living thing in existence, and with how quickly they were approaching the size of the very planet that birthed them, whatever was left down there that could still endanger their status as unquestioned overlords of reality would soon be chomped down. Their heads bumped into the shores of Europe, their feet just barely reaching Japan. It had just begun.

Dresk was having a perfectly fine day walking down the street from work when the weirdest flyer caught his attention, hanging from one of the telephone polls he made a habit of smacking into. It was a shabby thing, printed on poor-quality paper and covered in brightly-coloured words in at least five different fonts, making for some visual sensory overload that made the dragon have​ to look at it. While it was a slight inconvenience for him to have to coil his body on the sidewalk, even drawing the ire of a few passers-by, the contents of that flyer were well worth the trouble of bringing himself to a halt. He’d heard of that clinic a few times before, usually from people who wanted to badmouth it and its exceptionally poor service. It had appeared, seemingly from nowhere and apparently overnight, in one of the worst neighborhoods in town, and quickly made a name for itself as a place one could go to in order to acquire all sorts of medical supplies and services that no other establishment provided… assuming one could keep their mouth shut about what happened inside those walls. That it was a barely-legal establishment working just barely on the right side of the law was no secret to anyone, and the only reason it was allowed to operate without any kind of pressure from the mayor’s office was that it was frequented by several key high-class individuals who would very much prefer to remain anonymous. For those without the hard cash, the place really ​was​ dreadful, with the service being designed to scare away anyone that wasn’t willing to drop a small fortune on their “unique products”. Those few who happened to have the funds to pay for the best they had, however? They were the reason why bodymodding had taken off as a fad in town ever since the clinic arrived; ​everyone​ wanted to mimic the newest craze, even if the sight of half-blobified or slimy bodies was enough to get some purists up in arms. As for Dresk, he was just trying not to laugh at how poorly-designed the pamphlet was, though he had to admit it did the job of drawing his attention for long enough that he saw what it was advertising for: the clinic was looking for test subjects in order for a new “experimental medication”, and was therefore looking for anyone that might want some quick cash, provided they fit the desired profile. The dragon was honestly surprised at how upfront the flyer was, listing a whole bunch of extremely specific fetishes that all revolved around either bodily transformation, overstuffing, or some combination of the two; fetishes ​he​ himself tried to keep to himself, knowing he’d have to answer a whole bunch of very awkward questions if it ever came out that he was into those sorts of things. He figured that, being a health clinic, they’d have to abide by doctor-patient confidentiality. The service for anyone not swimming in money might be terrible, but no one had heard anything about the doctors and staff blabbing about their patient records; and with his cheeks rapidly rising in temperature at the thought of just what they would do to him in there, it was hard to resist the temptation of ripping one of the pieces of paper with a phone number and stuffing it in a shirt pocket. A quick jaunt to his house and a call later, and he had an appointment lined up for a few days afterwards, allowing Dresk to spend the whole time fantasizing about just what kind of depraved things would end up happening once he walked inside. *** The clinic itself was surprisingly pristine and well-kept, standing in direct opposition to the dingy, run-down state of literally everything around it. Plenty of speculation was had that it was built there specifically to abuse the low property values, not to mention forcing their high-profile clients to take extra measures to hide their identity, lest they be the target of opportunistic bystanders spotting an easy meal. Once inside, however, it was akin to jumping into a new dimension; with the bright white floors and shining neon lights, it was almost like the set for some cheesy, pseudo-futuristic sci-fi show, not helped by the staff walking around wearing uniforms that wouldn’t look out of place in a Star Trek knock-off. The few customers waiting for their turn inside were all dressed in the same variation of body-obscuring clothes, ending up looking more conspicuous than if they just invested in a pair of sunglasses and a hat. Underneath the thick layers of clothing, the dragon could spot a few of the bodymods that had made the clinic famous: extra limbs, lengthened tails, even what seemed like goopy, dripping slime. But he wasn’t there to rub shoulders with the rich and famous, he was there because he needed the money and was told he could basically get off while making some, and so he sat down and patiently waited for his ticket to be called out. Surprisingly, he was the first to be summoned, presumably because the people taking care of him weren’t the same ones providing the clinic’s “main” services; Dresk was led down a side corridor that ended in a metallic double door, on the other side of which was a wide-open, circular room with doors lining its walls. Each one was inscribed with a number, and the staff member escorting him happily informed the dragon that those were the bedrooms they had prepared for those participating in the experiment; it was predicted to have such a lasting, powerful effect on their bodies that the management opted to just give everyone free housing for the duration. These words worried Dresk, who thought he had just come in for a quick fill-up and would then be allowed to leave; he asked a series of questions regarding the true nature of the experiment, but the embarrassed-looking feline beside him simply stated she’d said enough, and the doctors would explain everything in due time. Trying exceptionally hard not to blurt out any more information, the nurse led him to the center of the room, where a large padded bed/chair/thing served as the sole piece of furniture in sight, then hurriedly left through the same door they came in. Dresk was beginning to have second thoughts; what did he just walk into? The money offered ​seemed​ like it was way too much for a simple experiment, but maybe it wasn’t so simple after all; the large bed-thing next to him, massive enough that he could comfortably fit his long, serpentine body on it without needing to coil up, was lined with metal restraints and warning symbols. Several struts linked it to the ceiling, with a multitude of computer monitors and glass panels around it, presumably medical scanning equipment or something meant to read his vital signs. On the ground, several small nozzles protruded from the floor, their tips covered in some unknown green substance, already dried and crusted despite the room itself probably being a new addition to the building. For some odd reason, he felt compelled to sit down; he wasn’t all that tired, and was reasonably convinced he might trip some kind of automated system if he so much as went near that thing, but it looked irresistibly comfortable… so much so that, before he even knew it, one of his feet was already feeling the padding and falling in love with it, quickly followed by the rest of him slithering onto the bed-chair. As expected, a soft whirring began to fill the room the moment his tail’s tip left the ground, with the nozzles emerging from their sockets and revealing a series of transparent plastic tubes attached to them. A sticky green fluid instantly filled them, pressurized so that drops of it spurted from the tips, the whole array turning its “heads” towards the dragon’s body and approaching at an uncomfortably quick pace“Ahem.” The snakelike hoses reeled back at the clearing throat, acting uncannily like they had some kind of mind of their own by retreating into the ground and closing their nozzles up with a series of rounded caps. The one responsible for such a rapid shift in the machinery’s “attitude” was none other than the clinic’s founder and director… whose name Dresk had completely blanked out on. “I see you’re enjoying our facilities, Mister… Dresk?” the large ursine mused, looking down at his clipboard, “And I’m… not even going to try and pronounce your last name, ​so!​ Here for the experimental treatment?” “Y-yes!” the dragon replied, confused as to whether or not he should try to awkwardly shuffle off the chair or just stay on it and wait for the treatment to begin, “I saw the flyer and I have to admit, I was kinda curious…” The tall bear nodded along, pretending to listen while writing down the dragon’s physical attributes in an incomprehensible doctor’s scribble. While Dresk ran his mouth talking about all sorts of things he would never share with anyone he actually ​knew​, the director was focused on his patient’s body instead, approaching it and giving it a good once-over before turning his head to one of the many panels and tapping on it once. Almost immediately, the dragon was silenced by the whole apparatus being properly turned on, the bed-chair-thing flattening out into a weird body-sized padded slab and the struts around him “unlocking”, receding into the ground and leaving only the ones that had monitors attached still standing. The whole platform Dresk’s resting place was on began turning so it would face the director, before rising upwards into a vertical position; the dragon was so scared of falling off that he almost took flight, only to find both legs and arms being caught up in the many restraints built around the sides of that experiment table. “I can assure you this is all above board,” the doctor spoke up, accurately guessing the biggest concern in Dresk’s head at the time, “as soon as you sign this.” He extended his clipboard and showed its contents to his patient: about a dozen or so forms, all printed so that the font was practically unreadable from how tiny it was, displayed in quick succession while the bear instructed his captive test subject on where he should be leaving his signature. Dresk, for all that he wanted to ask what the hell was going on, instead had to focus on getting a single word in to complain, to let the doctor know it was somewhat difficult to sign anything when his arms were practically chained to the vertical slab. The only reaction he got from the director was one of his eyebrows rising slightly before his eyes turned to the monitor next to him. There was an option that allowed him to free the dragon, but then he’d have to reset the entire system and wait for the safety checks to clear out… “Urgh…” The single groan preceded the whole apparatus being turned off, with Dresk being gently placed on the ground after a mechanical hand pushed him off the vertical bed. Floating just above the floor, the dragon scowled at the bear hard enough to burn through a solid wall, only for the director to hold out the clipboard without even bothering to change their bored-looking expression. “You’ll find all the necessary information in there,” he sighed, drawing his hand back conspicuously quickly after Dresk took the papers, “but honestly, you should know by now going in, so this is really just a formalit-” “I have no idea what this is about,” the dragon cut through. “Oh… oh wait, didn’t the flyer…” “No, the flyer just asked about… y-you know…” There was an extremely long moment of silence between the two of them, where the confusion obvious in the ursine director’s face allowed the dragon to realize that the man honestly had no idea just what the pamphlets were advertising, and had up until that moment genuinely believed they were as informative as they could be. Dresk struggled with the need to tell the truth, but considering his reaction had already revealed the true nature of the publicity campaign, he figured it was better to just come clean. He had never seen a man go from neutral to grumpy so quickly in his entire life. “Going to need to have a word with Jim later, it seems,” the man grumbled, rubbing his temple, “but to put it simply, we’ve recently received a contract to test a new kind of reactive gel for use in burn treatments and surgery; it’s ​supposed​ to improve tissue elasticity and healing rates, but it still requires approval and we’re currently in the try-out phase.” “But I don’t need surgery, though.” “... indeed you don’t, but that’s not the point. The gel can only be incubated inside organic tissue. ​Live​ organic tissue.” The director paused for just long enough that Dresk knew exactly what he meant. Combined with the list of kinks and fetishes on the pamphlet, not to mention all the machinery he had just been tied up in, it all suddenly made an awful lot of sense; and if the dragon had been concerned and apprehensive just a few moments before, it quickly became hard to hide how luminescent the blush on his face was, not to mention how tight his slacks were getting. Fortunately for him, it seemed that the large bear was completely unaware of the effects his words had on his patient, as he carried on explaining the process like nothing had happened. “It typically expands to several times its size after consumption, then carries into the incubation phase, after which it can be safely drained out of the body via a simple gastric pump. We’ll use anesthetics if you so require, keep you under for the whole time; it’s perfectly safe and won’t have any lasting side-effects that we know of, though you may feel slightly stretchier for a couple of days.” Every word out of his mouth made Dresk feel just the tiniest bit weaker and unable to resist; he was signing away at the documents without even reading them properly, eagerly nodding along while understanding very little of the technical jargon. “Another concern is that we require our test subjects to consume as much of the feedstock as possible; the incubation process requires a lot of raw material in order to start, so the bigger the body, the better the overall results. In all honesty, yours will probably be the best medium we’ve ever had for developing the gel; how long are you, nine, ten feet?” “F-fifteen,” he stammered back, “w-well, fifteen and something, heh.” “Good, means we’ll have plenty of room to work with. Just remember, we’re going to need to keep you belly-side down; if all goes well, you’ll experience a substantial amount of swelling, and while the gel will keep you perfectly healthy, it does ​not​ infiltrate your bone structure, so you’ll… most likely be immobile. Wouldn’t want to smother you under your own weight, of course.” Dresk would actually love nothing ​but​ that; while the warning was delivered in the driest, most clinical tone possible, it evoked images of himself being stuffed into becoming a dragon-sized tube of flabby pudge, forever stuck on top of a belly that took up most of his body mass and wobbled at the slightest touch. It was a gel as well, meaning he’d most likely have plenty of jiggle to go around, to say nothing of the obscene amounts of sloshing that would become a regular part of his every day existence. In fact, the dragon adored the idea so much, that he forgot he had to sign anything, hanging with the pen over the last scrap of paper while staring out at the horizon, straight through the director and with his shaft threatening to escape from the confines of his clothing. For once, the bear did notice that, seeing as he tapped his patient’s forehead hard enough to bring him back to reality. “I would advise against fantasizing about sexual release, it is very unlikely to happen.” Oh, if only he knew.​ “And besides, you’ll most likely be too out of it to really enjoy the experience in that level,” the director carried on, “now, are we ready to begin?” “Yes!” Dresk instantly answered back, never having given a reply that quick in his life, “Should I get onto the machine?” The doctor looked appropriately suspicious of the sudden enthusiasm, but picked his clipboard back nonetheless and gestured towards the slab. The dragon eagerly threw himself at it, practically clawing at the restraints before they clipped into place, the goofiest grin on his face when the injector hoses rose from the ground again. They seemed far less threatening that time around, potentially due to Dresk knowing just what they’d do to him, but the presence of the director next to him also served to let him know things would turn out just fine, if very room-filling. Before anything happened, however, the vertical slab rotated once again, returning to a horizontal state but having the dragon hang upside down; Dresk began sweating when the bear told him they needed to “have enough clearance” for when his belly began growing, and then promptly proceeded to hang him a good seven feet in the air. Just the thought of growing that large was enough to get the dragon to respectfully ask to remove his pants, a request which was denied to “keep a basic level of decency”. It was hard to imagine how much decency there would be once he began bloating like a sausage, but when the hoses all converged on him, all concerns just seemed to vanish from his mind completely. Dresk had imagined how it would go, but could never quite have guessed that it would feel as good as it did. The various pumps entered him in succession, only capable of delivering so much before needing to refill their internal buffer; this meant that the dragon constantly had at least one, sometimes more of them pumping the gel substance into his mouth, which he devoured as eagerly as a man lost in the desert would drink a glass of water. The material itself was chilly, enough to give him shivers, but flowed easily into his stomach, settling in far more heavily than Dresk had expected. Each gulp felt like a meal, each mouthful like a feast; though the results were less than impressive, growth-wise, the pressure was certainly more than sufficient to make him wonder where the whole thing was going. The director was thoroughly nonplussed, observing the vital signs and gel monitors like they were the most boring thing on the planet, occasionally shooting a glance at his patient to make sure he wasn’t completely losing it. On a whim, he lowered the dragon down towards the ground, keeping him about a foot off the floor; Dresk didn’t quite understand why, at least until he felt a part of himself touch the very ground. His brain didn’t really process it properly the first time around; with his long body already feeling quite stuffed from the cold gel, it was no surprise then that he felt a lot of pressure all around. As such, it took a few seconds before he looked down and saw what had led the doctor to keep him that far off the ground: his belly. Without even realizing it, Dresk’s stomach had swollen enough that, even when a full foot above a solid surface, he could still feel it just like he was flattened against it. Their long, tubular body, once so slender and agile, had begun to bloat in every direction but upwards, glowing gently as the material inside of him began to incubate. The coldness of it started to fade, giving way to a comforting warmth that reminded him of lazy hours spent napping underneath a blanket or in front of a fireplace; it felt less arousing and more like it was… normal. Like it was a thing he should’ve done earlier instead of waiting for so long to get around to. It became easier to swallow the successive blasts of feedstock, until litres of it were dumped into him without the dragon even realizing it. All the while, a soft churning had begun to permeate the room, slowly overpowering the whirring and distant pumping of fluids, even managing to draw the attention of the director, whose eyes scanned the dragon’s inflated form before releasing the restraints still keeping him in one place; with a belly as full as his, nothing was needed to keep him pinned down, his sheer rotundness being more than enough for the task. Dresk’s body had become his own bed in record time, turned into a beanbag big enough for the dragon to have a hard time hugging it properly; even if he stretched his arms out as far as they went, all he accomplished was keeping his fingers a few inches off the ground, and the more he tried, the more time went past, the further the distance between himself and the floor increased. The gurgling only grew more intense the moment the feedstock supply ran out, with a small counter just barely visible off to the side reading “CAPACITY: 10L” in bright green letters. If he’d drank that much, he wouldn’t know; all he was aware of at that time was the overwhelming sensation of fullness that permeated every new inch of him, with the padded slab six feet above his head rapidly approaching the longer the gel was allowed to incubate inside of him. Inches were added to his body with every heartbeat, with it apparently being “perfect beyond words” for the production of the healing substance, according to the director at least. If Dresk still had any semblance of himself left in his head, rather than a simple animal who demanded ​more and bigger​, he would marvel at how incomprehensibly massive he was becoming, the weight of it all enough to start buckling some of the metal plates the ground was covered by and even pushing the scanning machinery out towards the walls. The bear, at least, seemed to be unfazed by any of it, happy to move the support racks around whenever that gurgling beast of a belly got too close. The gel continued to build on itself, reaching critical mass and kickstarting the proper incubation procedure; everything up until then had just been a warm-up, because Dresk felt his back ​slam​ against the padded bed above him within just a few seconds of the pressure inside of him skyrocketing, throwing the entire thing off its hinges when his body ballooned with enough force to surprise even the director; this resulted in him letting out a loud curse and tripping backwards, almost falling victim to some smothering of his own as the dragon began to take over all available space. It was obvious in retrospect why they had built the room as wide as they did; Dresk’s back was reaching the ceiling just a few minutes after the process started, more or less becoming​ the whole room as the gel continued to incubate. It had done a wonderful job stretching him out, much like the bear had said, but even his body had limits; by the time he felt the doors bumping against him (or the other way around, really), his scales began to part, pushed aside and away from one another to show the goopy green mess underneath. Most of the dragon was now slimy gel, still roiling and building more of it, and now everyone could see it, shining through the gaps in his previously-smooth, silvery covering. It was obscene, but he didn’t care; he just wanted more of it, until he burst out of the room and kept going, taking over all of the neighboorhood, hell, the whole damn city if he had to! And for the longest time, enough that Dresk began to honestly wonder if it ​would​ ever end, things just kept getting better. His scales grew increasingly further apart from one another, each one swimming on top of his bulging belly while surrounded by several inches of nothing but slimestuffed, pudgy durg stomach. His insides were glowing slightly as well, possibly as a result of the incubation, and each breath or heartbeat set off currents inside of that gelatinous mass that quite literally bent the floor out of shape with how dense they were. The dragon could feel his body mass smushing against the walls and then climbing over then, filling the room to capacity and threatening to smash down the very things designed to keep him contained. He could only wonder how big the rooms were if they were meant to hold someone like him, because quite frankly, all he really wanted was to gorge on that growth gel even more. It seemed unfair to him that it was all over and he had to deal with the amount he’d drank before, but at least what he ​did have inside of him was enough to make him want to flatten everything around them! … but, obviously, such a thing would just not be possible; there were better things for the clinic to do than wreck their own building by overindulging a simple test subject, especially when they were meant to keep several of them at once. To that end, the director wiggled around the edges of the room, flattened against the wall by Dresk’s gigantic, green-glowing stomach, trying to find where the controls for the draining machinery were. “A-after we’re done with the incubation,” the bear groaned, struggling to breathe against the pressure of so much gel-infused flab on his chest, “which s-should be any time now, we need to start the draining procedure. S-seems like we’ve had some great results overall, but we need to bring you down to a more manageable size; didn’t install the rooms for nothing, did we?” Dresk wasn’t listening to a single word being said. Truth be told, he’d stopped listening to anything quite a while ago. Were he still in control of himself, he might’ve asked how big he would end up being, or how stretchy his body would become, or any number of questions meant to indulge an already overstimulated mind. But with his head stuck above a small sea of slime, feeling his heartbeat reverberate among the goop incubated inside of him, knowing that he had been stuffed so much that every scale on him was a few inches apart from the ones next to it? … well, it was hard to focus on anything, really. If he could ​think​ about anything, it would be a miracle. The director thus received no resistance from the placid giant as he worked with the panels that hadn’t been completely smashed by the gel-fed growth burst, finding the experience to be somewhat infuriating given the extent of the damage done to the system. They had projected their test subject’s expansion to be quite severe, but not enough to literally make the walls start to crack from the pressure, resulting in many a curse word being uttered under his breath. Thankfully for the both of them, and for the already-enormous repair bill the clinic had just incurred, they had the foresight of installing all of the necessary draining and suction equipment in the ceiling, the one place least likely to see any kind of destruction by their bloated guests. Even if most of Dresk was already taking up a lot of space up there, there was enough left that the necessary panels could open up and reveal a series of pumps connected to what looked to be a feeder tube… and something that looked suspiciously like a cock-sized suction cup. The director said nothing when this last piece of machinery extended itself all the way to the back of the dragon’s body, plunging into the pudge in an effort to find just where Dresk’s shaft had gone to. Took a bit before it did, after which it unceremoniously fit itself onto the engorged member, with a vacuum seal around his base ensuring the tube wasn’t going anywhere. As for the rest, the mess of pumps fit snugly around the dragon’s muzzle, looking awfully like an automated feeding system, except one probably designed to suck stuff out of him rather than the other way around. “The process is going to take far longer to shrink you than it did to fill you up, won’t lie,” the bear spoke up, having to remove his labcoat just to deal with the increase in temperature in the room when the drain pumps kicked into gear, “and I’m afraid that at your size, we can’t exactly afford anesthetics… nor could we even reach you to administer them if we could. Just going to have to power through this one, I’m afraid.” Dresk was absolutely fine with that, or would be if his mind was anywhere remotely near where his body was. Acting more on instinct than anything else, the dragon smiled dreamily and nodded, giving the bear all the consent he needed to finally start freeing up the room from the unexpectedly massive intrusion of slime-stuffed dragon flesh. The durg himself barely noticed when the machines grinded into action; even the one around his shaft seemed inoffensive, taking its sweet time to get anywhere where he might notice it was even there. Perhaps it was the fact that the rest of him just felt so heavenly that nothing else could really compare; that could make sense, since his mind was so wracked by the unbelievably powerful maelstrom of sensations being sent to it by all of that stomach coating the ground and walls that… frankly, he could just faint. He wouldn’t, because that would mean ​not​ feeling all of that all the time, but he could. It was ​that​ powerful. Sadly, no such thing would happen, leaving the bear unable to leave the room thanks to Dresk constantly shifting around when the pumps began to take effect in earnest. The dragon figured that a gastric pump would be a lot more painful than it ended up being. Maybe the gel was the only thing keeping it from becoming uncomfortable, but it was genuinely sort of enjoyable; the pump rate was low enough that he could still enjoy his fullness, while his rod was carefully tended to by a suction tube that was far gentler than many of his prior lovers. It wasn’t a frantic attempt at bringing him down to a manageable size as much as it was a slow, careful leak, controlled and kept steady enough so he could enjoy every second of it. Maybe it was planned that way, maybe it wasn’t; frankly, Dresk didn’t really care, nor did he have the capacity to do so. Hours passed. At some point, the bear had enough room to squeeze out, even if it did take him a couple of hours before he could move about comfortably, that pile of blobby gel having been drained just enough to stop hugging the walls. The director would occasionally drop by, checking in on the progress and jotting it down on his clipboard, sometimes dragging an unfortunate intern who had to withstand the sight of Dresk’s body without succumbing to the sudden desire to throw themselves at it. As for the dragon, it was hard for them to tell what time even ​was a​ s a concept. His life had turned into the rhythmic suction of his stomach contents and his cock, both of which were being milked for all they were worth without any regard for what it might do to poor Dresk. Whereas on his front, the dragon got to experience the excruciatingly slow emptying of his gloriously overstuffed belly, having to endure the “pain” of every inch being lost and his scales slowly locking into place after being pulled apart for so long, on the other end of him he had been going through something akin to a continuous, hours-long orgasm that just ​refused​ to stop or reduce in intensity. Occasionally it would flare up, whenever his body gave in to the stimulation and allowed him to feel some kind of impossibly higher-level climax, but instead of returning to his baseline, the new high would become the new normal, with the next jolt driving him even higher! It was no wonder that his ability to form coherent thoughts had been shot to pieces, the dragon left a whimpering, moaning mess that could only ever hope that it would never actually end. As much as others might find his situation to be unbearable, it was exactly what the pamphlets advertised; and the only reason he was there were the pamphlets to begin with. It still took until the very end of the day before the ground came back into reach. By that point, a good eight to nine hours after the pumps were turned on, all energy had left him; much like his body had been a blob before, it was a blob now, limp, feeble and unable to move, even when his tired hands touched the ground for the first time in so long and Dresk knew that he was finally ​done​ with the whole thing. Now, the dragon was relieved about this, not because it was over, but because it was ​finished​; some part of him still hoped that he could do it again in the future, preferably the near future, after the room was tidied up and the necessary repairs were done. It was probably a pipe dream, but it was all he had when the system recognized he was completely empty of the gel, loudly announced that much, and then decoupled the two pumps from him, leaving him to drool from both ends while gasping for breath. Obviously, this is when the director walked back into the room looking like he hadn’t slept in several days and holding a stack of papers thick enough that it looked difficult to carry. “Ah, I see you’re awake,” he sighed, “had a bit of a problem when the building started to shake, then a series of problems when people started demanding to know what was going on, and now the fire department is outside the door wanting to know why the neighbors are calling about a busted water main. So that’s my life, I guess.” Dresk would feel bad for the man, if he wasn’t already thinking about how he could beg him for another go at the pumps and hoses. “Meanwhile, at least the test results from you were… something. I honestly didn’t expect so much from just one person, though I should’ve seen it coming given how long and flexible your body was. Speaking of, are you feeling any different from before?” Dresk tried to respond, only for a whimper to come out, followed by a spittle of drool and the last droplets of gel still inside him. The dragon coiled his body underneath him in a last-ditch attempt to remain decent, even if his first and foremost desire was to loudly beg for the hoses to be turned back on. “Guess not,” the bear sighed again, “but we still need to keep you in observation. Next few test subjects should hopefully not be as destructive as you were, but just in case we’re going to reinforce the doors before doing anything else. As for you, you’ll be expected to stay nice and quiet inside your room until we call you again; the second experimental course will be run in two weeks.” Even in his state, this was enough to make Dresk let out a sigh of relief that turned far too easily into a lurid moan, making even the bear raise an eyebrow and clear his throat. Nothing mattered to the dragon except for the fact that it was all going to happen again, that he was going to feel it all, the stuffing and growth and overflowing and scale-splitting, that it hadn’t just been a one-time thing! He barely reacted when a couple of nurses helped him to a standing position and then led him into a room, collapsing onto the bed without any thought in their head but what was going to happen afterwards. Maybe he’d get to keep some of the size the next time...

The festival had been set up far quicker than Toral could’ve ever expected, and he had half a mind to reward his tribe properly once it was all done and over with; maybe a large hunt of some kind, or a good old-fashioned raid on the nearest human settlement, that ought to bring out all the lads and have them have a good time. Well, that or making a boat and sailing down the river to the capital to plunder it some more, but he was almost convinced the neighbouring clan had dibs on that until the end of the year. Nonetheless, the chieftain was happy as could be with what he was seeing, so much so that he allowed himself to smile, one of the few occasions he dared to show anything but stern stoicism or righteous anger; no one would think less of him if he mellowed out during that ​one day of the year, especially not when the smaller members of the tribe were busy having some conventional fun for a change, a very select few even daring to show their softer sides by attempting to sing ballads to their beloved or composing extremely painful poetry, having heard that’s what the humans did when they wanted to express themselves. While at first the festival had been derided as an affront to proper orcish values and culture, Toral stood firm against the elders, believing that what ​his​ clan needed was innovation and progress; so many other tribes ended up dying out or dispersing due to their inability to adapt to the changing times, and it was his duty as the chieftain to ensure the safety and prosperity of his people. Therefore: festival. One day, every year, where the clans and the unaffiliated could get together and appreciate some quality time with one another, not worrying about fighting for dominance or raiding or pillaging or anything that dominated their everyday lives. Just mindless, careless fun. For Toral, of course, it was also a way of asserting his control over the tribe; everyone was meant to have fun, yes, but they also needed a reminder of just who was in charge! While it hadn’t been him who came up with the idea initially, the “Trial of Endurance”, as it was affectionately called, quickly became a favourite with the crowds after its debut in the very first year, simultaneously giving the chieftain something to do while parading his massive self around. Standing at a proud fifteen feet, just about twice the height of most of the orcs he lorded over, it was hard for the chieftain to find anything in the way of entertainment or satisfaction, at least in the “traditional” sense; while other orcs could maybe spend some time lifting weights or pretending to hit one another with practice weapons, Toral’s body prevented him from taking any pleasure in those activities. Each of his arms was about as thick as any of his warrior’s torsos, while his legs alone could give large trees a run for their money. He refused to wear anything above the waist, believing that to hide his rock-hard abs and immense pecs would be a disservice to the glory that was his musculature. Whenever he moved, the glistening, ripped orc would draw the eye of all of his tribe’s members, be they female or male, and most of the tents they carried around to make camp had to be enlarged just so he could fit inside of them. The chieftain had made the mistake of trying to compete in the festival’s challenges the first time he organized it; he ended up not trying again after it became clear that he could snap trees just by clenching his fist around them. He had yet to pick a mate, seeing as none existed that could match his size and appetite, and with no one to pick from that year either, it was time to begin the Trial. The rules themselves were deceptively simple, deliberately meant to make his people think they had a chance of winning just so he could then demonstrate why he, and he alone, stood as the ruler of their clan: all that the challenger needed to do was take his whole girth. That was it really; just take his entire cock, and keep it inside of them for long enough that Toral himself came before the challenger did. Accomplish that much, and riches would be rained upon you, not to mention the favour of the tribe’s leader and the admiration of every other orc. It was such a juicy prize, with an equally-delectable way to get to it, that every year Toral had a line of aspirants wanting to take a ride on his shaft, thinking themselves brave and hardy enough to take the beast and come out the other end victorious. Sadly for all of them, they failed to account for the fact that the chieftain’s shaft was so ludicrously massive that it could easily spear through any one of them with immense ease; even when the challengers were stuck on it, taking as much of its length as they physically could, there were always at least two or three feet of veiny cockmeat left to take, and as much as they displayed the typical orcish bravado before “hopping on”, they were all eventually reduced to whimpering wrecks, slowly bloating with Toral’s pre; not a one had lasted more than ten minutes, and the few that managed to make the chieftain actually climax had themselves gone through at least two orgasms by that point as well, voiding their “victory” completely. Such it was that for this year’s festival, very few of the clan’s warriors even bothered to sign up for the Trial; they had all learned their lesson one way or the other, and now that it was common knowledge that the challenge was all-but impossible to beat, only two orcs appeared before him willing to go through the arduous process. Curiously, they were mated with one another, and had decided the Trial would serve as the greatest test of their bond: resist the allure of the chieftain’s girthy rod and go back to one another, and they would know they were fated to be together until death, or a stray arrowhead, did them part. Toral was happy to play along, if only because the festival would be incredibly boring if he didn’t have anyone willing to suck his dick for an extended period of time. He agreed to let them decide who would go first, with the larger male more or less forcing his way forward without giving his mate any time to think. “Not only will I break you, Toral,” he declared, drawing several gasps from the audience for daring to use the chieftain’s name so blatantly, “but I will remain as solid as stone!” Brave words from a brave warrior, and the clan’s leader had to admit it. He chuckled, clapping a couple of times before tugging at a piece of string keeping his large loincloth in place. With a loud ​fwump​, his full length was revealed, already down to knees despite being entirely flaccid, the veins pumping on its surface eagerly feeding it the copious amounts of blood required to get it up to full mast. “If you’re so confident, Arana,” the chieftain rumbled, sitting down and idly stroking his cock, “then why don’t you come forward and take your prize?” The warrior nodded firmly, casting aside whatever small scraps of leather he had keeping himself decent and making a show of approaching his chieftain, probably in a feeble attempt at arousing him with what were, to the giant orc, pitifully undersized attributes.He had to appreciate the attempt, though, and thus resolved to ​not​ shove his shaft directly down his throat the instant it was within range, instead allowing ​them​ to make the first move. In all honesty, it was too much fun watching his clan’s challengers try to make sense of how they were supposed to take his rod into their body. Most of them didn’t have mouths big enough to even take it at all; the few that did nearly had to dislocate their jaws just to get the tip in, then go through the painfully delectable process of impaling themselves onto that monster one inch at a time. This alone eliminated a good ninety percent of all comers, leaving only the elite of the elite to be broken down anyway, for none could resist him. Just as expected, the warrior’s confidence and certainty wavered the moment he realized he needed both hands to hold his chieftain’s shaft properly, trying to find a way around the gigantic tip while poking it with his nose a couple of times in order to measure up. It soon began wearing down Toral’s patience, and when the male looked like he was about to back out, having so many second thoughts as to eliminate the first ones, Toral extended one of his hands and grabbed his head, yanking it closer to him and ​forcing​ him to take his length in full, without preparing himself. The resulting throat bulge was bigger than the throat ​itself​ was, and the shape of Toral’s cock was readily apparent sliding down his torso and into their stomach, stretching him out just enough to make room for the cascade of precum that started to pour into them. Just those slick, thin fluids alone were enough to have the orc bring his hands to his belly, muffled complaints emanating from their stuffed throat as he felt himself bloat with her chieftain’s pre; his pleading eyes begged for him to stop, but all Toral did was pull him closer to his base until he could budge no more, leaving the challenger well and truly stuck on a cock rock-hard enough to just lift him off the ground when the chieftain stood up, looming over the male’s mate with his arms crossed and his lips sealed. No words were necessary. His dominance had been assured. But there was still work to be done. Though he was nowhere near a climax, Toral was still productive enough that his precum alone was enough to cause serious swelling in his cock-holster’s body. What was initially simply a bloated belly turned into a bigger and bigger bulge, until the orc looked to be heavily gravid with gods know how many children, eventually growing so heavy that even the chieftain’s cock had some trouble keeping them lifted. At this point, it was simple enough for the giant of an orc to push him off his shaft, their stretched-out throat returning to normal before erupting with several mouth-filling spurts of cum, the warrior gasping for breath as they coughed up gallons of the stuff. Everyone around them stood in shock at what had been one of the biggest fillings ever; seemed like Toral, left without any proper subjects to show off his superior stamina to, had decided to make good use of the few that still dared, not even breaking his pose when the the second challenger’s mate sputtered and gagged on his seed. His eyes pierced through the warrior that yet remained standing, daring him to step forward, ​knowing​ he wouldn’t. But he did. Shakily, and looking like he didn’t really want to, but he did. With his own manhood already turgid and rearing for another go, all Toral had to do was nod towards it, and the last challenger went to work trying to open his mouth widely enough to fit it. Once more, another failure, leaving the chieftain to tug on their whole body, ​again​, just so he could get that farce over with. While he might’ve derived some enjoyment from it before, that pathetic display was enough to leave him irritated beyond his ability to express it, hence why he chose ​not​ to simply stand there and watch as the second orc got filled; rather, he grabbed hold of their midriff and used his whole body to jack himself off, turning his one-loyal clan member into a glorified condom for himself to use and discard. Wouldn’t take more than five minutes before he reached climax, the grunting and growling keeping every orc in sight on edge while they watched their leader hate-fuck the last challenger to the Trial, ending up pouring so much of his virile seed into him that the pressure beat the tight seal around their lips; much as Toral’s cock kept the smaller orc plugged, thick ropes of cum still burst out from their mouth, soiling the chieftain’s groin and the ground underneath them. Thoroughly disappointed, the clan leader shoved the cumflated body aside and demanded a towel to clean himself off with, ready to go find something else to serve as a distraction. “W-wait!” The voice was familiar, though spoken through what felt like a gurgling mouth. None but Toral knew who it was, and while it was nothing but a desperate attempt at recovering some lost pride, the chieftain couldn’t help but smile at both the defiance and will to carry on despite all odds; it was a sign he was doing his job right educating his tribe on proper orcish ways. The colossus turned around again, facing the male warrior that had been the first “victim” of that year’s Trial. He was standing again, somehow, carrying with him a belly that hung low and sloshed quietly with each shaky step he took towards his chieftain. There was determination in his eyes, even if their words were trembling and teetering on the edge of breaking whenever he spoke them. “I’m… I’m not finished, Toral!” he declared loudly, once more drawing gasps from the audience for the audacity of addressing their warchief in such a manner, “You’ve not yet broken!” “But you have,” the massive orc replied, still not moving from his spot. “A setback! A true orc never backs down from a fight they know they can win! You’ve taught us that yourself!” True enough. Those ​were​ words of wisdom he liked to share with his tribe, and he had to give the resilient bastard credit for actually remembering them, unlike some of the more dimwitted axe-wielders calling themselves warriors. Then again, this was absolutely not a fight he could win (having already lost it and all), meaning that he still needed to work on his lessons if he wanted them to stick properly; he hadn’t become the chieftain by blindly walking into hopeless fights and hoping for the best, after all. “If you believe yourself capable of defeating me, then by all means,” Toral chuckled, “but seeing as you’ve already broken, thus forfeiting your right to a victory by the rules set for the Trial, then any further attempt must be made under ​my​ terms.” It was not a request or a suggestion, but a statement, and the smaller orc knew it. Inside their head, addled as it was by both lust, desire and ​greed​, it was less the warning that it was meant to be, but rather yet another challenge for him to overcome. He gladly nodded, planting his feet firmly on the ground before answering back: “State your conditions, Toral!” “Gladly. As soon as you hop on again.” The orc warrior gulped, inadvertently swallowing a thick glob of cum in the process. The taste reminded him that what he was about to do was beyond stupid, pointless, and probably quite capable of ruining their body completely if he tried it, but there was no backing away now. With characteristic grit, he walked over the fallen, twitching body of his mate, and practically lunged​ onto their chieftain’s shaft, somehow managing to open his maw wide enough to take that monster in only three tries. Toral, sensing an opportunity to actually be ​challenged​ by something, was courteous enough to bend the knee and lower himself, allowing the warrior to physically hoist himself onto his dick, bulging out their insides yet again. Surprisingly, he succeeded, only stopping when it wasn’t possible to impale himself further than he already was, giving the orc leader an opportunity to point out why his tribe had failed him that year. “Look, you ​mighty warriors​, at what this orc has done!” he bellowed, “While you fatten yourselves like pigs for slaughter and exchange tales of so-called bravery, he alone had the willpower and courage needed to take ​me​ on, not once, but twice! He has lost, and yet carried on anyway. Let this be a reminder of what I expect from you, now and forever! Not axeblades thrown at skulls or spear tips in joints, but the will to keep fighting, even when the odds are impossible; hell, ​especially​ when the odds are impossible! He will still lose regardless” - those last words caused the warrior to scream out something muffled, followed by lightly slapping what remained exposed of his cock right in front of them - “but it is an admirable attempt nonetheless!” The crowd’s shoulders all slumped in unison, properly shamed and unable to give a proper reply. They were all well aware that their boasts were all hollow; no true orc should ever brag about anything he’s not ready to throw himself at the chieftain over, ​that​ was the orcish way. What use was there in having slain a beast or killed a human if it wouldn’t give them the strength needed to challenge their leader? Much as that warrior was more cock than orc at that point, he at least did what everyone else should have: faced Toral head on, without a glimmer of fear. “Now,” the chieftain continued, “bring me the breeding chains. It is time we do this properly!” After a moment’s hesitation, the crowd erupted into a bustle of activity, with their leader’s words reverberating through their heads like a wave; it had been years since anyone had heard that command, and knowing just what it meant made everyone conveniently forget about the immense blow to their egos that they had just received. While Toral had shoved his cock in the wrong kind of orc to actually sire any children, demanding ​the chains​ meant he fully intended to give Arana the ride of his life for the duration of the festival. There were few traditions the unorthodox chief wouldn’t break, and declaring a mate for himself “the right way” was one of the ones he had always wanted to destroy; a powerful chieftain required a suitable candidate to bear his young, which is why the chains even existed in the first place, but seeing as they were just as useful for holding people down, he didn’t see why he couldn’t use them for that exact purpose. The sounds of metal being dragged filled the air once the old storehouse was opened up, dozens of orcs dragging a set of immense, heavy-looking steel chains in Toral’s direction. These were​ meant to hold any potential broodmother down and prevent her bloating belly from forcing her off the chieftain’s cock… but for the time being, the latter alone would have to suffice. With the arrangement of metal links tightly locked around Toral’s waist, the chains served as a kind of improvised loincloth for the giant; though the warrior wrapped around his shaft was still fully visible, as well as the couple of feet of cock the chieftain still proudly displayed, the sheer amount of steel hanging from him kept what was left of his modesty, even if it ​did​ make him clink exceptionally hard wherever he happened to go. He gave Arana a good few tugs, trying to ensure they were stuck on properly, before swinging his hips from side to side in order to test out the chains’ resilience; as expected, regardless of how much strength he put behind each motion, the orc was kept firmly in position, and there seemed to be nothing that could dislodge them. Perfection. With his prize in place, it was time for Toral to do what he did best: strut around being big, strong, buff and in charge, letting the tribe know in no uncertain terms that not only would he never break under the assault of the lesser orc, but would just grow bolder and stronger in the process. No matter what anyone did, what anyone attempted, ​he alone​ would remain on the top of the metaphorical food chain, unassailable and untouchable by anyone who dared to even ​think about taking his spot as the leader. Small wonder, then, that no one else bothered to take up the Trial at all. Still, it was quite the sight for everyone involved, seeing their former comrade reduced to little more than a living condom, slowly filling up from the pre leaking from Toral’s shaft. The chains had just enough give that Arana began moving around on the cock impaling him, right about the time his body began to adapt to how stretched out it was; each step of the brute skullfucking him caused him to bounce backwards and forwards just a few inches, enough to allow some of the fluids pumping into him to be released back into the world, staining the chains and the ground wherever Toral deigned to go. The orcish clan leader was adamant in seeing everything the festival had to offer, even if he himself was becoming the biggest attraction when it came to sheer numbers. Who would ever want to see rock throwing or mock fighting when they could feast their eyes on their leader, their titan of a chieftain, so nonchalantly filling up the one orc stupid enough to think they could take them on? It was enough to utterly destroy everyone’s concept of decency, and thus it wouldn’t be long before the first eager orcs would approach him, taking a few tentative steps towards their warchief whenever he stopped to compliment someone or try some new food. With how ludicrously powerful he was, Toral found it easy to swat these “flies” away with a single hand, seeing as they were big enough to smack against most of his warriors’ full torso and leave an orc-sized bruise on them; but there were just so many of them that he eventually decided to throw them all a bone and just ignore the people trying to climb onto him. Surprisingly, they weren’t meaning to worship him, nor even grovel to be allowed onto his shaft, but rather they were looking at the unfortunate soul currently strapped with chains to his manhood. After a glance, he could sort of see why; they were more cum-bloated belly than orc already, kept aloft only by the chains borrowing their strength from Toral’s powerful leg muscles. Even then, they’d grown so heavy that the metallic links keeping them in place were very clearly straining to keep the chieftain’s shaft straight and not drooping downwards, with Arana himself having gone unconscious at least five attractions prior. His body was nothing more than a cum dumpster at that point, left to the chieftain’s desires when its mind vacated the premises from the overload of pleasure. Therefore, it shouldn’t be all that surprising that the small crowd was desperate to start rubbing away at that floor-grazing stomach Arana was sporting, trying to sink their whole bodies into it even when Toral attempted to shake them off. It was only then that the chieftain came to realize how heavy the orc warrior really was; he’d been carrying him around for so long that it took that shock to make him appreciate the kind of load he’d been dumping, and he hadn’t even climaxed yet! Even though the last challenger to the Trial had bloated hard enough to drag against the floor, there wasn’t a single drop of cum inside of them; it was all pre, a fact that everyone knew quite well, a fact that made everyone eager for the incoming deluge… as soon as the chieftain actually orgasmed, something that hadn’t been caused by anyone other than himself since at least two festivals ago. Toral, for his part, was happy to prolong the charade, making sure to pay each and every place of interest the right amount of attention it deserved before walking away to the next one, the group of belly-rubbers and would-be worshippers only growing larger the more the cumgut they followed did. Arana occasionally drifted back into consciousness, only for their eyes to immediately dart down and cause their mind to break in half yet again, leading to an endless cycle of the warrior being made aware of their mistake, only to want to make it again, over and over until their chieftain saw fit to have the “punishment” end. The enthusiasm of the crowd was something to behold, and if it weren’t for the fact that only he​ could’ve provided a spectacle of that caliber, Toral might actually have felt somewhat jealous of all the attention his cum balloon was getting. Soon enough there were orcs climbing over the chains strapped to him, eager to find new spots to knead and massage the fluid-stuffed stomach that wobbled and sloshed with each motion. It got bad enough that the warchief had to physically push some of his warriors aside whenever they got too close to him, not even able to walk without stepping on anyone; they were growing far too close for his liking, not to mention forgetting what their station was, and if he did nothing to stop it then he could very well lose the legitimacy required to hold the position of clan leader. And they all knew what would happen to him then. There was only one solution, since calling off the festival early would be incredibly inappropriate. Slogging through the mass of orcs around him, Toral stood on an elevated part of the ground and cleared his throat, slapping a few warriors aside to ensure everyone fell quiet enough to listen to him. “Due to unforeseen circumstances, I have decided to adjourn to my tent until the final event,” he bellowed, drawing a wave of complaints from his warriors. They were ​clearly​ forgetting their place, hence why it was necessary to hold one up with a free hand and very nearly squeeze the life out of them to get everyone to shut up, “however, we shall be doing something different this year. I’m sure you’ve all noticed your fellow warrior Arana, and what his body has become. In light of this, I will be altering… the participation rules.” Mumbling broke out, rumours rampant as every orc wanted to be the one to guess what was about to happen. In reality, Toral had never wanted to set any conditions for Arana’s victory; it had all just been an excuse to have some mindless fun. Now that an opportunity arose, however, it was in his nature to exploit it. “Rather than a final champion being given the honour of fighting me for dominance at the very end of the festival, I will instead be accepting the winners of ​all​ the competitions! They will be allowed entry into my tent, and when inside, given the opportunity to succeed… where Arana has clearly failed.” Silence. Dreadful silence. “If you think yourselves deserving of this body,” Toral concluded, flexing hard enough for a dozen veins to pop against his leather-like skin, “then you must earn it. I will see all of you supposed ​champions​ in my tent in a few hours.” With that, he turned around, having made enough of an impression that even the most lust-crazed among his tribe refused to follow. It was an achievement he was quite proud of, even if he could hear the hundreds of warriors desperate for a peek congregating around his tent. How could they not, when they knew (and, at points, could hear) what was going on inside? For their chieftain to deprive them of the spectacle was at the same time the greatest display of dominance and the most heinous crime; how could Toral keep that cumstuffed object of pleasure all to himself? It was enough to drive the many festival-goers to reach goals and heights greater than they had ever thought possible before; the warchief hadn’t quite considered that option before, but sitting alone on his throne, gently rubbing the colossal cumgut sported by the warrior stuck to his cock, he realized that what he had done would be interpreted as a kind of taunt, a ​challenge,​ if you will. Whereas he had never intended for it to be seen that way, at least initially, it gave him significant pleasure to know that it would spurn his warriors to ​become​ the champions promised to visit him at the end. And, indeed, if he had decided to stay outside, he would see that the many competitions turned into grand displays of physical skill and mental acuity, far surpassing anything that previous years had seen. Orcs battled one another in any and all battlefields imaginable, seeking to prove their worth and cement their status as being bold and brave enough to gain a spot of honour alongside their tribe’s leader… and hopefully get a shot at the magnificent prize hanging from his shaft. Hours passed while Toral quietly enjoyed himself, soaking in the muffled sounds coming from both outside and inside his tent; alone as he was, it was easy to hear the complaints coming from the enchained warrior on his manhood, who had gone right past being half-knocked-out from pleasure and back to painfully aware of their condition. Their eyes pleaded for the chieftain to let him go, the amount of seed stuffed away inside of him already enough to start leaking profusely out the other end, oozing out from his ass in thick, goopy bursts that left the ground a mess of creamy white. The musky odour was quickly becoming unbearable, even for the massive clean leader, whose cum seemed to somehow increase in potency after running through another orc’s body; he could only assume it was another one of the weird effects the Chieftain’s Amulet had on him, beyond just turning him into the edifice of rippling muscles that he already was. It was bad enough that he needed to do something about it; much as he was gifted with supreme physical ability, even he had his limits, and thus Toral needed to either get some rest, or find some other way of regaining his stamina. Seeing as the festivities were most likely coming to a close soon, and he’d be swarmed by a dozen or so “champions” wanting to have their go at his prize, the warchief had very little recourse but to tap into his seldom-used magical prowess, casting a spell meant to recover some of his lost energy. The effects were immediate, but nevertheless still artificial; he knew that, as soon as they wore off, he’d need to sleep for a day and a half to properly recover. As expected, the crowd gathered around his tent grew more numerous as the festival’s challenges came to a close, and an impromptu parade began moving down the lane down to where Toral waited. He could hear the boasts and prideful chants, the repetitious declarations of superiority and assurances that they would be the ones to finally break the chieftain’s hold. Yes, they​ would dethrone him once and for all, to lead their tribe to even greater glory! Oh, how delicious it was to see their faces falter and moods fall as soon as they stepped inside, every ounce of bravado snuffed out like a flame as soon as they saw just what was waiting for them. Hours and hours of magically-infused stuffing had left Arana a leaky, bloated mess, unrecognizable even to those who had known him before. He was nothing more than a balloon at that point, bloated with enough cum that most of his body weight wasn’t even ​himself anymore. Toral, for his part, was idly stroking the couple of feet of cock still left unattended, eager to finally get on with it. “So, which one of you wants to go first?” his voice boomed, silencing even the rowdy crowd outside. None replied, forcing him to point his finger at the closest orc, the biggest of the bunch, “You, Shari. I still have cock without someone to worship it. Wrap yourself around it, before I stuff you into Arana.” Shari practically shrunk when obeying the command, dutifully climbing up the throne and spilled chains to position himself on what was left of his leader’s shaft, trying not to pay attention to Arana’s own loud begging. Knowing what was going to happen if they didn’t show some initiative themselves, the other champions were quick to find something to do, a good half of them devoting themselves to stroking and massaging their leader’s overproductive balls, while the other went to work rubbing down the gloriously stuffed cumgut their “fallen” comrade sported. It was obscene in the greatest way possible, and all Toral had to do was sit down, lie back, and watch as even the greatest among his tribe practically fell onto their knees just from the sight of him, obediently tending to his every need from a single request. It was dominance at its purest, and he adored every moment of it. So much so that he barely noticed when minutes turned to hours turned to a full day and more, so enraptured in the carnal worship that he even forgot to sleep; the spell he had cast upon himself had been far more powerful than anticipated, and thus Toral was more than capable of just sitting there and enjoying himself while the “champions” worked in shifts to keep him permanently satisfied. Arana’s body quickly became just another means of pleasing their warchief, with the orcs in the tent realizing that the cum pouring out from the other side of him was far more powerful than anything they could draw directly out of their leader; much as they never believed themselves capable or willing of doing such a thing, they still ended up desperately fucking the original Trial’s challenger, eager to draw upon even a fraction of the power contained in their chieftain’s seed. Those who reached climax would just fall off, clouds of dust and splatters of cum splashing around them when they hit the ground and made room for another champion to take their place; and while they tried their best to keep Arana’s holes firmly plugged at all times, the short breaks in between two orcs changing places were enough to turn the inside of the tent into a musk-reeking, steamy-hot mess. Especially after Toral himself actually reached climax, an occasion that managed to bloat the orc on his cock to nearly twice their already prodigious size, nearly knocked out several of the champions and covered the tent’s ceiling in a layer of cum so thick that it was still dripping onto the ground a full day later in ropes as thick as the orcs themselves. The chieftain’s seed even spilled out from the tent itself, drawing the festival-goers to it; they knew they’d be as good as dead if they entered the tent, but nothing stopped them from stuffing their face into the slow-moving lake of cum emerging from their leader’s throne room. It would only end two days later, right when Toral achieved climax for the second, and as he ordained it ​last,​ time. Even the chains weren’t enough to keep Arana linked to him anymore, and the cum-bloated dumpster flew off several feet, leaving the warchief’s cock free to spray the assembly with his seeds the moment the tent’s roof was pierced by the enormous jet bursting from his tip. The champions lay defeated on the ground around him, some unmoving, others twitching, all of them half-submerged in the thick layer of fluids covering the ground where the tent used to be. When his orgasm subsided, Toral sat back down properly and ripped the chains away from him, allowing his muscles to relax and giving a signal for his tribe to come clean him up, a process that would most likely take a whole day in and of itself. He was nonetheless content in his display, knowing that, once again, he had proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that he alone was worthy of the position of clan leader. His amulet began vibrating, and he knew that it was right; the ancestors approved of his actions. With a sigh, he removed the spell, and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

The gods gathered in the hall, patiently waiting for the guest of “honour” to arrive. None of them were happy to receive her, but as was custom for their gatherings, it was either stand at attention or risk being turned into ​her​ latest snack. A few whispers of dissent coursed through the two lines on either side of the starlit corridor, murmured at just the right volume to vanish after dancing between a couple of ears, lest the monstrous guest hear them and do something her patrons might regret. They heard her before they saw her, once again as expected. Long gone were the days where the dracovixen would present herself in a halfway-decent form, easily contained by rooms and physical boundaries. After asserting her superiority over her “fellow” pantheons, there was nothing really stopping her from gorging on adulation and adoration until her body became as horrifically swollen as her ego, a perfect reflection of her inner self. Last gathering they widened the front door by a couple of feet in every direction, and it still was just barely enough; as soon as she walked up and huffed loudly enough for everyone to hear, it was clear that the brand new renovations still fell too short of her expectations. The goddess at least had the courtesy of ​opening​ the doors before trying to squeeze through them, even if she was still too big to fit. Perhaps it was deliberate, given she had perfect control over her form, but none of her fellow divinities were going to be the one so stupid as to question her motives. No, they were quite content in simply letting her pass through, the doorframe creaking under the pressure before cracking into a dozen pieces of finely-varnished wood, one of the lower-level spirit majordomos wincing at the sight and making a mental note to replace what had been a perfectly serviceable doorway. It was normal for the dracovixen to pull off those kinds of stunts; when one’s breasts were several times bigger than one’s body, enough that walking down the corridor without veering to either side was still enough to smush the gods lined up waiting for her against the wall, it was difficult ​not​ to flaunt it in the most obvious way possible… or at least, that’s what she thought. Why bother going through the trouble of becoming the top goddess if that didn’t mean displaying her form in whatever way she saw fit, especially if it meant her lessers weren’t able to do anything about it? Every door busted and body smashed were more evidence that she, and she alone, deserved to occupy the most honoured spot at the banquet table, while everyone else sat patiently and waited until she ate her fill. The thought alone was making her drool already, her incandescent saliva as strong as the hottest of magmas, dripping down onto the floor and creating enough holes that reality threatened to slip inside. A few of the wait staff tried to speak up, warn her that the enchantments keeping their materialization field up would fail if she damaged them too much, but a few glares from the other gods quickly put that thought to rest; better the field did​ fail, since at least that meant they could go back to their realms without having to put up with that… ​lovely lady​. Her body was, if not a work of art, then at least a work of mindless self-indulgence, sculpted both out of her own power and the stolen virtue of others. A few of the older gods recalled a time in which they believed they could fight her; coalitions formed, where whole pantheons would join together and direct their power at the dracovixen, only to have it repelled with seemingly very little effort on her part. The defeats were embarrassing enough, but the effects they had on their worshippers made it significantly worse in the long run; with every humiliation, thousands flocked to the newer goddess, something spawned from the deepest pits and whose power could not be adequately explained. There were few challengers nowadays, as the defeated veterans knew to warn newcomers not to sharpen their teeth against ​her​ hide; better to let her stew in her own broth than add more into the cauldron, even if they were reasonably certain she could wipe the floor with them and not break a sweat already. This alone was the only reason she was allowed to ignore the millenary traditions and courtesies expected of someone of her station. Once, those halls had been sacred, their spirit inhabitants treated with the reverence they deserved. Every god would leave their rivalries at the door, to enjoy a reprieve from the game they played outside the walls of the meeting ground. The more cynical of the bunch were quick to point out that the “usurper”, as the beast was called, did nothing more than expose the thin veneer of politeness and civility for what it truly was: a polite fiction, shared between them and upheld purely for the sake of appearances rather than any practical effect. Others would disagree, while a third group preferred to remain quiet on the affair entirely; it was all pointless for as long as she was there. The vixen took her place on one end of the long table making up most of the dinner hall, her customary five chairs having to be reinforced by a contingent of three more after the latest upgrade to her ass. Her bust alone made it impossible for her to actually ​eat​ anything off the table; her presence was merely a formality, something she did purely to remind everyone that they had no control over her whatsoever. If the vixen wanted to, the whole house would be torn down and remade in her image, but where was the fun in that? Being able to lord over everyone until they were literally shaking in their boots made the experience ​so​ much more delectable, plus the fact that the meeting ground’s spirits were forced to cater to her every whim gave her plenty of time to focus on other things. Like growing. Every god grew, or shrank, in proportion to their following. Though some of the eldest ones preferred to take the “traditional” route of becoming larger overall, others, the dracovixen included, took a more careful approach with their forms, opting to sculpt them into something more befitting of both their inner desires and what they supposedly stood for. The beast at the table, being an entity of lust and desire at its very core, had eschewed even the flimsiest of limits and dedicated herself to crafting the most obscene body possible, fueled by the raw worship of a congregation that spread about as quickly as she herself did. Whether it be through conversions or direct theft of followers from other divinities, the vixen was the fastest-growing, most powerful being in that house, and the way she chose to display that simple truth was by sitting back and letting herself balloon outwards with additional size. On occasion, she would do that in her own realm, away from prying eyes, usually whenever her hands drifted a bit too south for her liking or a suitor bothered to show up at her doorstep. Most of the time, however, her growth spurts were reserved for the divine meetings between pantheons, precisely so she could show off to as many people as possible. Thus, it was unsurprising that when the rest of the guests began to take their seats, the noises of murmuring and dragging of chairs were interrupted and replaced by a loud, whining creak, the sound of the draconic entity’s body stretching as it allowed her worshipper’s prayers to begin flooding it. Within ​seconds​ her tits were pressing against the table, easily twice the size they had been before entering minutes before, while her ass packed enough meat into it that the chairs underneath it shattered… not really changing anything, as the dracovixen could pretty much sit down without even bending her knees. All anyone could do was watch with mounting discomfort as the dining room was consumed, inch by inch, by a goddess that ​did not care​, her chin alight with her copious drool, her body throbbing and pulsating as it bloated with each heartbeat, further empowered by the literal tons of food being poured down her hungry maw by the spirits of the house. She was in control, she decided what anyone did, and right now they were to sit there and be nice little things, remaining quiet while her body grew to even more absurd proportions than before. Just like every other year. If not for ​her​. Of all the people to bother showing up, the sharkess was the last one the vixen wanted to see that day. The one person in the entirety of creation that still dared to deny the draconic goddess her rightful position as uncontested ruler of all reality… mostly by being too damn nice. There wasn’t a single hint of obsequiousness or feigned politeness in her tone; the woman really ​was​ as courteous as her tone indicated, which drove the dracovixen up the wall in so many ways that sometimes a few of the eldest gods even dared to chuckle at it. At no point would she, the ​top goddess, tolerate anyone approaching her with the level of casual lack of formality the shark did; problem was, nothing they did ever seemed to ​stick​ with that thick-headed dunce. For her part, the sharkess was painfully aware of what that monster wanted out of her, but remained steadfast in her conviction that, so long as she kept on being the nicest she could, maybe one day they could turn the other one around and kickstart a new era of peace and prosperity amongst the pantheons (even if most of them would object to the use of the word “new”). She was by no means a minor goddess, though her unwillingness to participate in the grand games of backstage politicking meant she often went completely unnoticed; this had allowed her to maintain and even develop her worshipper base even while every other divinity had theirs under siege, giving her the second-largest frame in the whole room. Though the dracovixen was still the biggest, the sharkess followed closely behind. Covered in a thick layer of smooth, inviting fur from head to toe, it was hard to decide which part of her was more imposing: her ass, heavy and wide enough to be used as a seat if she just bothered to bend the knee slightly, her breasts, twice as tall as she was and just as wide, their liquid contents so loud that they were a match for the other colossal bust across the room, or her tail… honestly, it might be the tail, considering she made her way to the dracovixen’s side and was ​still​ dragging that thing behind her, snaking its way across the room, into the access corridor, and a good hundred yards into her private divine realm. Everyone had learned the hard way not to say or do anything to make the sharkess excited; though utterly adorable and quite personable, the amount of damage done by her swishing her tail from side to side was usually enough to give the spirits of the house pause. As was customary between the two, the sharkess approached the vixen and offered a short bow, making it very clear that she was doing it purely to keep up appearances, since her first action after doing so was to turn around, wink at the beast and then blow her a kiss with a sincere, warm smile on her face. ​No one​ understood why she did that, much less the supposed “top goddess” herself, leaving everyone in such a state of confusion that they failed to react in time when their draconic overlord threw one of the mugs next to her at the shark… who effortlessly caught it in mid-air, turned to place it on the table and then carried on to her assigned spot, angering the vixen to such a degree that she ordered extra food just to forget about the woman’s presence. To her, it was an insult. She couldn’t take anything from the woman without there being a fight between them, and she could never pick a fight against her thanks to her extremely placid, borderline doormat personality; no matter how hard she pushed, the sharkess refused to push back, and yet somehow her worshippers continued to exist, refusing to turn over to her own side. The dracovixen was forced to watch as her chief rival grew bigger over the years; nothing like her, of course, but still enough to leave her worried about her future prospects. It was for this reason, chiefly, that she put such effort behind stamping out opposition in everyone else; the sharkess’ supplicants might be out of reach, but there was never any shortage of eager volunteers wanting to ignore their elders’ advice. That night would not be different. As always, the dracovixen would be on her worst behaviour in a deliberate attempt at prodding the sharkess into action. Unreasonable demands were made of those standing nearest to her, such as surrendering entire cities to her own cult under penalty of being devoured on the spot, while others still were coerced into supporting her on the next Assembly meeting by way of rumbling her tits around so they churned extra loudly. The spirits surrounding her were ordered to bring more food than ever before, while a contingent of heavenly engineers continuously worked on the cracks in reality caused by the ever-flowing, searing-hot drool pouring from the vixen’s mouth. All of her body was covered in stains from her food and drink binge, while her tits and ass had ballooned to such immense proportions that even the sharkess looked tiny by comparison. And yet, the dracovixen refused to stop, or even slow down; if anything, her demands only grew worse, to the point where her chief rival… frowned. It was a terrifying sight, so much so that the gods around her knew to run as quickly as possible away from the future blast zone. The fluffshark knew better than to raise her voice; the “party” was going to be over soon, so all she had to do was keep quiet and everyone would go back home. Easier said than done though, especially when being forced to witness the kind of meaningless, mindless atrocities against sanity and good taste the vixen was perpetrating; it strained her own patience, her ability to swallow her pride and think ahead… to the point where, after the creature at the end of the table picked up one of the lesser gods and brought them close to her mouth, the sharkess rose to her feet and politely cleared her throat, uttering four words: “Could you not, please?” There, that should do it. She sat back down with a smile, content that things were dealt with, while on the other end of the banquet table the sheer amount of vitriol and hatred generated by that small, seemingly unassuming comment was such that everyone in a ten yard radius immediately bolted out of the room and into the nearest door, with the dracovixen herself seeming to exude so much heat that the very air around her began to tremble. The sharkess did nothing while her would-be rival struggled to get on her feet, their size working ​against​ them for a change, keeping her ground as the blubbery mountain of worship-stuffed fat that was the divine hybrid walked closer to her, shaking the whole building with how heavy she had become. They held a few feet away, which was to say their ​body​ stopped at a few paces from the shark, while the rest of her unceremoniously pushed the other goddess a lot closer to the walls. “You dare speak out of turn, whelp?!” she bellowed, the house quivering underneath her sonic assault, “You dare speak to ​me​ out of turn?!” “... yeah?” came the sharkess’ response, delivered in the most nonchalant tone she could muster, “I don’t see what the big deal is, we’re trying to have a good time and you’re ruining it, so I asked you to stop.” The words were delivered with such little care for her position on the social ladder that, for a few brief moments, the dracovixen was actually cowed into complete silence. She had no frame of reference for when anyone acted so flippantly towards her, much less in a way that made it sound like they thought they were ​right.​ This… this upstart, this dumb, titty-wielding fish thought that she she could talk back to ​her​ and get away with it? Well, she had a whole ‘nother thing coming if that was the case; insults like those would not go without a proper response. No more words were needed, simply a display of power. The vixen turned off her limiters, allowing her ​full​ power to flow into her body. The results were as spectacular as her dominance over her supplicants was complete, with her body growing so quickly that the house struggled to keep its dimensional boundaries in one piece, for a moment forcing everyone to be squeezed against the walls by a singular breast. She carried on regardless, her form bloating into a monstrous display of debauchery and obscenity, her curves expanded and flared until none could even ​see​ them properly, lost as they were in a fraction of the dracovixen’s full body. All were forced to confront themselves with their pitiful state… all except the shark. ​She​ just kept sitting on her chair, pushed to one end of the room though it may be, arms crossed over her chest and sighing while rolling her eyes. She ​really​ didn’t want to respond in kind, but with every foot her opponent gained, it became obvious there would be no reasoning with that… ​lovely lady​. Still, the sharkess held back until the very end, hoping to fool the other goddess into thinking she achieved something resembling a victory. It was normal for them to completely miss obvious cues; with an ass that big, it was easy to get lost in it, and more often than not even the smallest of divinities could get a good passive-aggressive shot in without the dracovixen even realizing it. Being slightly smarter than most, the shark decided it’d be best to just sit and do nothing, hoping things would settle down enough for them to just ​go home a​ nd not have to worry about that woman until the next meeting. Nothing more than kicking the can down the road, but what were they supposed to do, get mad? The vixen wasn’t worth the effort. In all respects, it seemed appeasement worked for once, as the burst of size ended with the “top goddess” finally deciding she had enough and halting her advance, in the process having become large enough that everyone could hear the house creaking around them, its limits tested by the colossus the vixen had turned herself into. To compare any part of her to anything at all would be a disservice to it, given that each tit alone was enough to completely fill their meeting grounds in its smallest state, and she was left with no choice ​but​ to sit down, her legs no longer capable of reaching the floor, feet wiggling as her tongue lolled from her mouth. They were clearly enjoying themselves if the sudden outpour of drool was any indication; the splatter of it was enough to force the many attendant spirits to start dragging pots from the kitchen in a desperate attempt at keeping the floor from being burned through, their pleas falling on deaf ears. The draconic monster had finally reached her apex, her form becoming everything it could be, and for once, she was ​satisfied​. Not necessarily happy, but satisfied nonetheless. Offhandedly commenting on how everyone present was so tiny and beneath her, she turned her attention to the many beings floating around her bloated self. Having “transcended” the need for walking, or so she put it, her next demand was clear: if she couldn’t move, everyone and everything else had to move for her; seeing as how she was on the other side of the table, the dracovixen demanded the room be turned around and rearranged such that she was once again at her proper spot. The spirits complained, arguing that such a thing would destabilize the house’s pocket dimension enough to collapse it, but the vixen would not be moved; in fact, just to show how little she cared, they picked up one of the attendants and squeezed them in her palm, utterly obliterating them before consuming whatever was left of their soul. That was enough. The sharkess was happy to ignore everything her rival did up until that point; the giantess was obnoxious, rude, crude and lacked any semblance of empathy, but at least she respected the ground rules enough to shy away from ​actual harm.​ While everyone else present gasped in abject horror, some daring to raise their voices in protest at such a blasphemy being perpetrated, the fluffshark knew that simple words wouldn’t be enough. Someone like the dracovixen would not be moved by arguments, or even emotions; a display of power was needed, one that cemented her ​true​ place in the divine hierarchy. Truth be told, the sharkess ​really​ didn’t want to do it. Her true power had always been expertly hidden precisely because she hated having to “show off”, as she saw it, preferring to keep herself at a modest size… comparatively. It used to be that she was only ever marginally bigger than most other gods, at least in overall size; she explained away the proportions as being a result of her dominion over fertility and love, wrapping it up in just enough politeness and overt generosity that even the most staunchly conservative of pantheons at least tolerated her presence. Now, few could hope to challenge her, and those that did wisely decided to stay as far away from the usurper goddess that was the draconic hybrid, preferring to focus their efforts on securing whatever worshippers they had left. The sharkess was the only one that still attended the meetings, and the only one who did so without being cowed into showing up to serve as window dressing for the spectacle of self-indulgence the dracovixen had turned the whole affair into; in her mind, she hoped to some day turn her around. Not anymore. The sharkess rose to her feet as harshly as she could, deliberately scraping the floor with her many chairs before turning to face her opponent. There were a great many words she could use, but none that would have nearly as heavy an impact as a simple action: the fluffshark outstretched her hand, tapping into her rival’s power and locating what remained of the consumed spirit’s essence. It was just barely there, but it was enough for the sharkess to drag it back out into reality, bringing with it enough lifeforce to grant it a new body, one that said spirit wisely decided to appreciate from the safety of the house’s kitchen rather than staying in the room any longer. This singular act of defiance, one that even the most powerful of the gods would never even dream​ of performing, was enough to bury the room under a layer of silence so thick it was almost visible. The dracovixen’s temple had a pronounced vein throbbing on it, the presupposed top goddess being all too aware of what had just happened… and not really knowing how to react to it. She’d already turned herself into the edifice of obscenity that she was, and… that was it. Never in her life did she ever need to do anything else; everyone they had ever met had been adequately intimidated into doing whatever they wanted whenever they pulled out that trick, and yet ​that bitch,​ that fuzzy excuse for a cetacean, ​dared​ to not only stand up to her, but steal what was rightfully hers?! It was so unbelievable that the dracovixen genuinely had no idea how to react, something compounded by how the smaller goddess seemed to be walking towards her. “We’ve just about had it with you!” the sharkess declared, pointing an accusatory finger at her opponent and causing many of the minor gods around her to shrink away shaking their heads, “You’ve made a mockery of the proceedings, and now you break the most sacred rule of hospitality by harming the Servants? What is ​wrong​ with you, Marla?!” “You dar-” “Oh, shut up!” the shark goddess carried on, ignoring how much she had just wounded the dracovixen’s ego by invoking her name, “It’s about time someone taught you manners. I really didn’t want to do this, you know? I used to remember when you were… better. Better than this, better than the monster you’ve become. What ​happened​ to you, Marl-” “​DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!”​ - the explosive force of Marla’s command was enough to shatter the table, turning it into little more than kindling, and send the minor divinities sitting at it flying towards the far wall, all of them collapsing into a heap and complaining about broken limbs. The dracovixen herself was fuming, her eyes glowing a fiery red and her magma-like drool having turned into a true waterfall of heat - “You will ​NOT​ invoke my name in vain, Sira!” “Or what, you’re going to grow your fat ass out even more?” the sharkess quipped, crossing your arms, “Because it’s looking mighty small there.” It was hard to tell what was funnier, the fact that Marla was left so flabbergasted by that ridiculously unoriginal comment, or the faces she was making trying to come up with a response. Clearly, the vixen wasn’t ready for someone being so brazen as to even insinuate she might be small, and yet not only did the sharkess do just that, she went the extra mile to turn up the insult to greater heights. This much Sira herself was aware of, hence why she had no intention of stopping at words; after giving herself this advantage, it was time to strike while the iron was still hot, while Marla’s ego was vulnerable enough that it could genuinely be wounded. “I’ll repeat myself, ​Marla​,” the sharkess spoke up again, putting as much venom into the last word as she could, “I didn’t want to do this. You did this to yourself.” Terrifying words coming from a goddess that many saw as the epitome of friendliness, and yet entirely appropriate for what happened afterwards. Marla the dracovixen goddess was immense, enormous, so much so that the house they were all in had to work harder than ever to keep her contained in its dimensional pocket. Each breast would flatten cities, each asscheek would be a temple unto itself. Her power was immeasurable, so much so that merely trying to gaze upon it was enough to drive lesser deities completely insane. All in all, truly insurmountable and, to some degree, genuinely eldritch. She was unconquerable, unassailable, impossible to ​match​, much less defeat. This was fact. Sira made it not so. In an instant, she allowed a fraction of a fraction of her true self to shine through. Most of it was kept under wraps of course; if she dared to even reach a single percentile point of her full power, it’d be impossible to keep most of reality stable, let alone that tiny house they were in. Even then, most of the energy released in that one burst went to the ​house itself,​ giving it enough of a boost that it could keep up with the sudden demand for space created by the sharkess unleashing her rightful, terrifying vengeance upon her draconic opponent. In that singular moment, she became ​more​. Not just bigger, not just heavier, but ​more​ in every aspect. Her nipples alone could match the dracovixen’s entire rack, blossoming with rich, creamy milk, her rear colossal to the point where Marla could easily fit into each cheek and still have room inside of it to store several of herselves. Her thighs flared, her hips widened, her form burgeoned with energy of such magnitude that the gods piled on the end of the room practically went blind from trying to comprehend it. And then she grew again. And a single fingernail would’ve put her second form to shame. Sira was having trouble sensing anyone; ​seeing​ them was already out of the question, as was trying to transfer some of her power to let them keep up. All she could do was hope that this display was enough, because the house wasn’t going to hold out for much longer even ​with​ her helping it stretch out to contain her. The banquet hall, now turned into something akin to a state-sized stadium, rumbled under the onslaught of vibrations coming from within the sharkess’ bosom, her continental currents of cream roiling with enough strength that the pieces of wood left behind after Marla’s shout turned to ​dust,​ and most of the minor divinities had to run away to stop their bodies from suffering the same fate. The sharkess herself was actually kind of bored; unleashing her form like that always made for extremely dull arguments, it being hard to offer any rebuttal when she effortlessly outsized anyone that ever existed. Having to wipe out the memories of those events was tedious as well; the last thing Sira wanted was to be worshipped by her peers, but it was still mind-numbing busywork. For a few moments, the fluffshark believed it was over. She had adequately humbled the dracovixen, who would go home, rethink her life and maybe come back a year later a lot smaller, far more contained and ready to turn a new leaf. Maybe it ​would​ herald a new age, and Sira could finally afford to stop being so ​big​ all the time; it was cute, yeah, but she desperately wanted to try out a new look and Marla had been the only reason she never did. Desperate hope and desperate thoughts, because anyone with half a mind would be able to tell her the vixen was nothing if not idiotic, her priorities so skewed that she would see Sira’s display of power as a challenge​ rather than the very clear warning that it was. This gave the sharkess even more of a reason to sigh when she looked down and noticed a small speck growing off to her side, having to turn around and move her titanic mounds away to be able to get a good look. She recognized that signature as belonging to her would-be rival, her voice barely registering as she yelled out her supposed dominance over all things that existed. If only she knew her surge was possible ​purely​ because she was subconsciously tapping into some of the sharkess’ own immeasurable power, then maybe Marla would have shut up about it and stopped trying to embarrass herself, but things were rarely ever that simple. Bringing a hand to her temple, Sira was patient enough to wait until her opponent began to match one of her feet in size before opening her mouth, hoping her words would be enough to stop the dracovixen. “You do know I’ve barely even started, right? You’ve been growing for what, two minutes? And you still think you can match me?” - no effect. Figures - “You’re never going to win this, Marla. Just ​stop​, please!” “Stop calling me that!” the miniature goddess shouted from below, shaking one of her fists impotently, “I will not be dethroned by some upstart prick who thinks they’re better than me! I reign supreme over this assembly of washed-out has-beens you call pantheons! I alone have conquered it! I alone will loom over it!” Her tired, well-practiced words were accompanied by a growth spurt that, if Sira didn’t exist, might genuinely be called impressive. As it stood though, it was only enough to bring Marla up to the sharkess’ waist, at which point the fluffshark snapped her fingers… and let her “rival” grow faster. It was the only way she thought she’d ever get to her, letting the dracovixen match her pound for pound only to then sap her of all the strength she ​thought​ she had. And Marla made good use of it as well; her body began to bloat in every direction, not just in her feminine attributes, to the point that, when she reached Sira’s height, most of her mass was focused on a musculature so obscenely over-engorged that her head was covered up by neckbulk and their pectorals somehow ​outsized​ the gigantic tits they sported. Truly, they thought themselves to be the supreme being around those parts. “Marla, I’m going to tell you one thing,” Sira sighed. “What, that you’re sorry for ever trying to match my glory~?” was Sira’s reply, issued from a muffled place beneath her muscles. “No, Marla. I’m truly sorry for what has to happen now.” Limits ceased to exist. Sira willed it. There would be no such things as limitations, now and forever. For a moment, it looked like this might even benefit Marla, who grew big enough to nearly vanish into the background, but it quickly became clear that, while the dracovixen immediately hit her peak, Sira was just beginning to approach hers. In a moment, distance and measurement no longer mattered; if Marla was the background of reality, then the fluffshark became the substrate upon which all things were built. If one were to take a single pore of Sira’s skin, divide it into a billion equal parts and then repeat that process for the duration of the lifetime of a star, they might just reach a size that was merely ​slightly​ bigger than Marla’s entire body… though by the time one reached that conclusion, even that infinitesimally small portion of the fluffshark would already have become big enough to consume a billion Marlas. Her growth continued to accelerate, enough to break the laws of reality and restructure them around Sira’s needs alone; in a moment of blind panic turned to raw pleasure, the sharkess realized she could no longer go back, as reality itself had readjusted to ​keep​ her at her insane size. This was her now, unfathomably vast and impossibly burgeoning, enough that even telepathically contacting any of her lesser divinities was impossible… or would be, if not for her will imposing itself upon the cosmos. The house was broken, turned to pieces by the explosive growth, and yet the dimensional pocket didn’t collapse. The many gods present found themselves floating in the endless expanse of space, watching as it was taken over by what they presumed was part of a single tuft of fur on Sira’s body. Much to their surprise, the dull grey of it all opened up to reveal a cosmic ocean of white, with a violet circle of such immense proportions that, when it blinked, it caused shockwaves to reverberate through their bodies. Sira was watching them, and in that moment, they felt safe. In that moment, Marla knew the folly of her actions. In that moment… … Marla shrunk. She joined the rest of the gods, her titanic form shed, her mind a confusing mess of emotions she never had to ruminate on before. She didn’t know what to do with them all; had she failed? Had she transgressed upon some kind of universal law? Where did Sira’s sudden size come from? All questions that need not be asked, for the fluffshark was a merciful goddess, and thus soothed the dracovixen’s mind with her own. It was hard to describe, a tendril of pure joy that came to her and filled her body with some sort of ultra-divine sense of comfort and certainty. Off in the distance, a gleam heralded the opening of Sira’s mouth, her multiverse-sized chompers on full display for her former peers to see, stretched into a smile that radiated as much happiness as it did companionship. She might be big, but she was still one of them. They would never be alone.

(F tf Salamonster, age regression) Dr. Connie Curtis was a dedicated woman, and a brilliant mind. She was a military doctor, and did good work in grim situations. It was one thing to learn the intricate workings of a human body, another to have the deft fingers to work on such a micro scale without doing more harm than good, and yet another thing entirely to do it surrounded by the sound of gunfire among the mud and dust. She could have found a bullet in her own head and be on a hospital bed herself in the middle of trying to fix someone else. She knew that from the start, but still went on to have a resplendent career, but... her luck did eventually run out. In one operation she was forced to retire when a grenade blast came too close to the mobile field hospital and blew her left arm clean off. She survive, but without both hands she could not properly be a doctor. Still, her mind survived in one piece and so she settled down as a professor at a university teaching younger minds to do what she once did. Now in her mid sixties her hair was starting to get a bit more dry and brittle and what was once black has faded to silver. Her once keen eyes now needed a pair of small rectangular glasses to perch on the very end of her nose. The creases grew deeper in her face, but you could still tell she had been quite good looking. Even now years after it happened though, she found herself stumbling when she approached a podium from the right- trying to rest her left arm on it only to remember she doesn't have a left arm. She will be reading or writing with her right arm and then try to grab something with her left, only to look over and see it remains unmoved. Sometimes she even feels a sharp ache in her absent left arm and tries to grab at what is not there. Phantom pains. Her arm let go of her, but she never let go of the arm. That was when she took up Herpetology and started to research Salamander in particular. They can breath underwater, though their gills are hidden, and breath above water. They are slippery little critters, like lizards but with smooth skin rather than scales. But most of all, what really got Connie interested in the salamander, is the fact when you cut off a salamander's arm, it grows back. Arm, leg, tail- you can fully sever its limbs and it will eventually grow new ones. A salamander had legendary regeneratory powers, and that is where Connie focused her efforts on researching. There was other animals she briefly looked into of course but none equaled the salamander. Deer technically have amazing regeneratory prowess when it comes to bone- antlers are made of full proper bone, but fall off and completely regrow every year. But an arm is more than just bone. You can explode a starfish into bits and as long as the chunks are still a good size it can most likely regenerate from that- heck, the broken bits can also regenerate which would effectively clone the starfish. But a starfish also lacks several vital organs a human has, so their biological makeup is a bit too misaligned for human use. It was not some part of the cell tacked on that allowed this to happen, but part of cell itself, so rewriting a human cell with its genetics would not really help... and also you would turn into a salamander, which wasn't exactly what she is trying to do. Connie ended up using a virus cell as a base- unable to reproduce on their own, virus cells piggyback on regular cells and use their reproductive abilities to produce more virus. So she altered the viral cell with salamander genes, so it would attack cells like normal, but the information it force fed the cell was instead part of the salamander genetic code. She also had to isolate cell reproduction and bodily repair function which took quite some time. In order to do that with a normal salamander, she would need to extract a cell sample from every part of its body that she wanted to be able to affect and make a separate serum for each. Or, the long way she took- get a stem cell sample from a fertilized salamander egg. The sample she took was pluripotent- a cell that has not yet taken on a role, and could thus fill any role. So rather than information on a part of a salamander, it was just salamander in general. Since it was not assigned a role, when it invaded a human cell, the human cell would retain its current role instead of being overridden. Dr. Curtis finally finished a sample and just so happened to have a pet mouse that is missing almost its entire tail- appropriately named Stumpy. She also has a pet tarantula, but it wasn't missing any limbs so testing on him was pointless. She injected Stumpy's extremely short tail and waited eagerly to see the results. The next day she woke up and looked into Stumpy's cage to see him soundly sleeping in a nest of old mulched socks with a full tail! It worked perfectly! Even on an old wound that had already mended as-is! Connie reached in and gave it a little tug to see if he had proper feeling in it and apologized when she woke him up. Yup, he can feel and move it. With absolutely no hesitation, Connie jammed the second sample of the serum into her own stump and gave herself a full dose of the stuff. A person even remotely level headed on the subject would have waited considerably longer and done quite a bit more testing, but that was not Connie right now. If she was correct in her work, these cells would actually be better than salamander, or human. A gestalt- a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. She did not have any classes till night, but she generally hung out in her classroom at the university reading and doing her own research in case anyone needed to find her before class. So, not wanting anyone to think anything was off, she did just that. Rather than research today though, she just kicked her legs up on the desk off to the side of the podium at the fore of the class and just watched video on the internet. She almost ignored the aching feeling in her left shoulder, but caught on after a while. Dr. Curtis was used to phantom pains in the missing limb and tried to tune them out, but today they were real pains. It was a dull ache, almost like a cramp. A few times it almost felt like someone poking her in the shoulder, because muscle fibers were twitching around on their own. The mouse restored its entire tail over the course of one night, so Connie's heart was racing thinking of how soon she might be reunited with her arm. She started panting a bit, and glancing over at the thermostat for the room. She was starting to sweat but it was just normal room temperature. Connie felt really hot, not just her shoulder. Her stump started to feel cramped and she undid the tie on her left sleeve and rolled it up to the shoulder to expose the skin and gasped as she seen and was able to wiggle several short tendrils! The muscle fiber was growing back and pulling the skin along with it, but had not grown enough yet to take the shape of an actual limb so it was just individual strands that almost made it look like she was growing fingers from her shoulder. Now that they were released from their prison however, they started to grow much faster. The strands grew in length and girth, coiling around themselves and as they grew together the skin on the surface mushed together looking almost like someone uniting two different pieces of silly putty. Connie moaned sharply and raised her other arm to bite her sleeve to stifle herself. The bone was growing, and the ache went from a dull cramped feeling to a sharp almost stabbing pain. On a microscopic level the bone regenerating was like watching a spider web being woven without the spider, and then the strands each bulked up to the point where it looked more like the surface of a sponge. Bone is pourus when viewed up close, and not entirely solid even besides that since the core courses with marrow where blood cells are manufactured. The bone was dry when it formed initially however, and a dry object dragging on the soft wet inner tissues of your body is not a good feeling. The feeling stopped while the muscle and flesh continued to expand downward. Bone was still forming but it was free floating bone- not attached to anything existing. It was forming her elbow at the moment, which like a knee cap is just sort of free floating as far as bones go. What attaches it to the rest of the bones is a low friction coating of cartilage and then tendons and ligaments. Unlike the formation of the bone itself, cartilage was not abrasive even when formed rapidly. Connie watched her arm in awe even with her teeth grit at the feeling. It was bizarre watching her skin undulate like the surface of the ocean on a windy day- all the muscles rolling around and coiling, trying to find their placement as quickly as possible. But it was not as easy as making the part and it just being where it is supposed to go. Muscle is very winding, the body isn't made of Lego blocks, you cannot pop a part off and put it back on. Each part is entwined with others, so to restore one part would involve plenty of growth from parts that are still there. She cannot regenerate all knew muscles, she restores a full muscle structure from what little remained of her previous arm. By the time the growth collected into her elbow the muscle and flesh had caught up with bone and now they traveled together. If you have ever seen a video time laps of a body decaying, this was sort of like watching that only in reverse. Bone, then muscle and veins then skin, almost looking like liquid flowing downward in its rapid growth, though adhered to a strict form. Connie noticed her upper arm looked a bit purple but that was simply her blood cells rapidly reproducing to fill the new limb, before there was a full limb to fill- causing blood pressure to skyrocket in her upper arm for the moment. Her muscles spasmed causing her entire body to tense up and relax over and over again as the muscles and nerves exploded in complexity as the wrist finished forming- and her new hand was born. She tried to hold the limb as still as possible to help the growth but when the hand formed the nerves sparking random sensations caused her fingers to twitch and gasp at nothing several times before they were fully formed- luckily not having an effect on their generation. Connie looked at her arm and flexed her now complete hand several times. Her smile slowly got wider and wider, till finally she slammed both hands down on her desk and burst into a fit of laughter that would scare a B film super villain. "Dr. Curtis?" She quickly fumbled backward into her chair and folded her new arm behind her back so it could not be seen. "Oh, Otto, I did not see you come in." He chuckled. "I could hear you from the hall- what is so funny?" "Oh, uh, just remembering something my pet tarantula did. You wouldn't find it funny, it is one of those things you have to be there to see the humor." "Ah. Well, I finished with those papers you loaned me." He placed a small stack of papers on her desk. "You look a bit flush, are you feeling alright?" "Oh, yes. I feel a bit hot today, not quite sure why. May have a mild fever, I have no other symptoms so I don't think I will throw in the towel just yet." "And dyed your hair too I see. I personally liked the more natural look, oh, but I better get going. My next class starts in another hour and its quite a lecture today." Dyed her hair? As soon as Otto was stepping out of the room, Connie sat back into her seat properly and turned on the forward camera on her tablet and gasped in surprise at her own face! She assumed her skin felt tighter because of it being stretched in the growth toward the new limb, but wrinkles vanished from her face! She looked like she was in her mid twenties again! Her silver hair was once again a glossy black! Even her laptop screen had become a bit blurry, indicating her glasses no longer worked. With a bright smile she took them off and placed them down onto the desk- she could now see perfectly well on her own again. Connie's most far flung theory on the serum was correct- these new hybrid cells are capable of transdifferentiation! It is a process that alters the state of a cell and transforms them to a new cell type over time, enabling the body to replace any poor biological material without relying on cellular decomposition. There is actually a jellyfish that is naturally able to do this as well. What it meant for Connie was her estimated life span went from 100 to 200 years, maybe even 300. It was hard to tell if she was giddy from getting her arm back or her transformation had restored her energy as well, but she felt more alive than she has in a long time! It was not till two hours later that she started to realize she needed a way to hide her left arm. If people found out she had the serum they would freak out; and especially so if it was found out that she used it on herself after minimal testing. There was many people in the world who could use this miracle serum, so she needed to get it public at some point, but was hoping to somehow do it without it being linked directly back to herself. And in the meantime, she needed to act like everything was normal, which meant hiding her arm. She went to the water fountain and talked with two other professors about random stuff, just as a controlled test to see if they would notice. She tied her sleeve back up and had her left arm folded up inside of it, with her hand actually under the left side of her lab coat hanging from the shoulder seam. No one seemed to notice and she held a fairly lengthy conversation. They commented on her suddenly very good looks, but that much could be explained away with makeup and a new skin treatment. Removing skin lines was surface level cosmetics- not all that hard to do without the use of extreme sciences and neobiology. It helped that people naturally averted their eyes from dysfunctional limbs in fear of offending the owner. Most people actively tried to not look at her missing limb- so even if something was off, they will not notice. Her arm started to throb a bit, returning a dull ache. Connie could hide her arm well enough like that, but holding that position was hard on the limb, it isn't really meant to be completely folded in like that for any length of time. She felt the blood pressure in her arm throbbing as well, having it up like that was probably bad for circulation. As soon as she scooted back into her large empty class she went to slip the arm out and tore the shoulder seam a bit! Connie narrowed her eyes at it. Was her arm actually swollen? She had to use her right hand to try and wiggle the left out without tearing the lab coat off and she gasped again at the sight of her left arm! The skin was purple! Her nails were much thicker and a bit more narrow, they have turned into small claws! Her skin felt clammy and it was slowly getting darker! Her left arm was also getting larger, the muscle below the surface bulging. Normally a human arm has peach fuzz hairs on it, but hers was now utterly hairless, making the skin look shiny as well from being overly smooth. "S... salamander? But that is human musculature. Why didn't this happen to Stumpy, arrgh." Meanwhile back at her home, Stumpy had pried the bars of his cage wide open and was slithering around her apartment. The only fur on its body was on its upper back, the rest was smooth black skin. It retained its round shaped torso, but had a long lizard like tail and clawed hands on short mouse like limbs. "Okay. I have to get back to my place I guess... well, I told Otto I had a fever so I guess my story matches up." She kept turning the limb back and forth, looking it over. "Too much salamander genes? So if I use the same serum only with human stem cells I can just revert... but that would also disable my regenerative abilities. Well, I keep the arm anyway. Oh gosh... but how long is it going to take me to track down a donor of human stem cells?!" Connie winced at the feeling of her skin being pulled taught again as her left arm swelled up a bit larger still. Her right arm was an average built woman's arm, but now her left arm looked like a body builders arm, and also quickly approaching pure black skin. She grabbed up her tablet and cell phone, and planned to call in sick from her car on the drive home, once she was a distance from the university. Unfortunately as soon as she turned a corner one of her students spotted her and started a conversation. She had to hide her enlarged mutant arm by turning her right shoulder quickly to the student, using her torso to block his line of sight from her arm. She was looking noticeably nervous now, the throbbing in her veins backing up into the rest of her body. Her muscles elsewhere would pulse randomly every so often in reply to the growing blood pressure. The cells were compatible with any part of her body... which meant her mutation could also spread anywhere. Thanks to her efforts both the human aspect and salamander aspect in her genes were incomplete, so when one sequence was finished the other started, but since neither had a proper end, it just started the first sequence again. She was getting both more salamander and more human, even though the growth was supposed to have finished. She looked suddenly surprised a moment mid-conversation and managed to pass it off, but her legs almost gave out at the feeling of her tail bone extending! Caudal vertebrae- a tail. Dr. Curtis tried her best to listen to the student and her questions but was completely tuned out and just internally screaming over her body going full freak on her. She finally glanced over the student's shoulder toward the clock without actually reading it, and told him she was really sorry but she had to run, there was a bit of an emergency. The student understood and let her go, but then cocked an eyebrow at her odd walk. She was practically dragging her left leg, while she made a sweeping motion to turn around so her lab coat would billow out enough for her to quickly slip her left arm under the body of it. Her growing tail was snaking its way down her left pant leg however, overfilling her pants so she could not bend her left knee without risking her pants busting open! The student asked her if she needed help, worrying she was hurt somehow and dashed forward to help her! Connie quickly flinched away putting her right hand up defensively- almost accidentally putting them both up. "I am fine, just a bit of a pulled muscle, nothing serious. Have a good rest of your day though." With an awkward chuckle she dashed around the corner to break line of sight and quickly slipped into the bathroom. She grabbed the already thick base of the tail and started to pull it out even as it continued to get longer. It flopped out over her pants and she sighed in a slight relief of getting it out of the cramped space. She could wrap it around her hip under her coat to hide it- at least it won't risk bursting her clothes off that way. The tail was pitch black and glossy smooth, just like her left arm now was. Connie rotated her shoulder with a grunt, feeling a bit off even beside the growth. She then used her right arm to feel around and felt an extra bone. It was partially overlapping her ribs, and her shoulder as well, making it difficult to reach her arms straight forward. That was weird, salamander don't have an extra bone there. She groaned suddenly and grabbed her crotch with her left hand a moment, feeling the bones in her pelvis shifting suddenly, the bulk draining from the bone in the back and expanding in the front! This caused her vulva to be forced down lower as it angled her pelvic floor differently. Her growing tail also pushed her anus further up and forward, so now the two openings were crammed together! Her tail lashed out and coiled the end around the pipes under one of the sinks to brace herself entirely on reflex. She toppled over as the shifting in her hips caused the strength to leave her legs momentarily. Connie caught herself with her left arm mostly, which then swelled up massively as if in response to her using the muscles! The crevices between muscle groups deepened, but it was not muscle alone- her bones grew too, the entire limb was bigger. It looked ridiculously large compared to the rest of her, and would make her right hand look like a doll's hand in comparison. The muscle structure in her shoulder started to mutate more wildly, causing it to flinch automatically as it stretched the skin forward into a cancerous looking bump. Oh boy, that made her heart jump. Imagine having cancer cells with this sort of rapid regeneration? The tumor would grow gigantic in the span of a single hour. It was not cancerous though- she could move it, it was muscle but shaped incorrectly for either species. It was sticking almost nine inches out from her like a weird meaty tube before she realized. She gingerly squeezed it with her right hand to feel around inside and felt thin still developing bone! Oh no, that extra bone plate she felt before is a shoulder blade! She is growing another arm!! Quickly she felt around the other side and sure enough, pressing in beside her right breast she could feel a plate under it- another shoulder blade! These shoulder blades faced backwards though- like a salamander. Rather than seemingly branching out from the spine, the shoulders and hips of a salamander form a sort of cradle for the spine from below, so the joint for their limbs sits on top, not below. Since the limb cannot rotate through the joint socket itself, this prevents a salamander from being able to reach its arms straight forward- its limbs will stick out away from its body because of how they connect. Seeing things were getting worse, faster; Connie quickly stood up and wrapped her tail around her hip and rushed out of the bathroom making a dash for the parking lot and her car. When she got into her car she actually needed to lean heavily to the right, because her left arm was so giant it did not fit with the door closed. She glanced down at the squirming muscles in her new limb and seen it was developing quickly! There was already a growing bump beside her right breast, and now what looked like an infant's arm beside her left breast! The skin on the new limb was turning purple, which caused the black skin on the left arm to start to bleed into the rest of her flesh. Hairs fell out and the skin tightened and became smooth and dark, spreading out from the mutated limb. As if her new limbs were stealing mass from the rest of her, she flinched at the feeling of her sternum snapping free of her ribs! It was regressing. Salamander don't really have rib cages. Their vertebrae branch out from the sides into what would look like ribs from the top down, but they only extended a fourth of the way normal ribs do, and they have no sternum to hold them together at the front; because they do not even reach the front. If you were to poke a salamander in the chest you would feel nothing solid there- its just meat and organs. They also do not have four shoulder blades however. Her ribs would not be able to regress completely, at least not toward the top of her torso because her breast musculature as well as the second set of shoulders need something to adhere to still. Leaning heavily to her right, she felt her muscles in the right arm start to slowly bulk up as well, trying to balance her out. Connie took off toward home, struggling to drive correctly when she was practically laying sideways to make room for her gigantic left arm. When the limb got long enough, her second left arm loosely grasped the other side of the steering wheel to just sort of drape off it for now. It still had no strength in it, and it still looked puffy, like baby fat. There was a car practically on her dumper honking at her, since Connie was driving slower than normal to be safe. Using her tail Connie was slapping the side of her seat trying to feel around for the handle that let it be pushed back and finally released it. Keeping her two arms on the wheel she quickly shuffled the rest of her body back as her hips continued to change! Her tail was still growing rather quickly, which caused her two holes to press into each other from lack of space and finally the flesh deformed to the point where the two openings became one! With a loud moan her entire body trembled and went rigid a moment from unwanted pleasure. Her cloaca clenched closed, but from top to bottom! The muscle ribbing on her inner walls deformed and yanked it horizontally, stretching the entire opening while the clenching of her more mobile muscles brought the top and bottom together, forcing it into the shape of a proper cloaca- it opened vertically not horizontally. When her hips were fully turned, she was sort of cradling what is supposed to be the back of the driver seat with her legs. If she attempted to walk on two legs now, she would be forced into an incredibly wide legged stance- the hip joints wont let her bring her thighs together. Since she was wearing shoes and socks she could not see, but could feel her feet mutating as well. It felt like they were both shrinking and growing at the same time. The body of the foot shrank but the toes grew. Holding this position while trying to drive made things more difficult, and a few times she almost braked entirely, causing the guy tailgating her to honk aggressively some more. Connie's posture was slowly starting to get easier though... which made her more worried, because that meant her entire body was starting to grow larger. The end of her torso touched the back of the rear seat now- her body stretching longer with rhythmic deep, hollow pops from her spine. Her tail continued to grow as well though, bunching up against the seat and partially filling the back window. She tried to keep it out of sight but was running out of room to stick it. Her entire body was starting to turn bruise purple now. She had one humanoid arm on the left and one infantile arm on the right now. The humanoid arm only had three fingers and a thumb though, with small stumpy claws. The claws did not develop as large as her primary arms, nor did the muscle seem to want to get huge. A salamander only has five digits on its rear legs, its front only have four. These hands did still retain a mostly human shape though. She was outgrowing the entire vehicle at this point! "Oh for crying out loud... go around you dipshit." Connie finally pulled over to the side of the road to let the moron behind her get lost. Rather than continue on, he stopped as well and shout out his window at her. "Get your grand kids to drive if you won't, people have things to do!" He quickly pulled head back into his vehicle and suddenly went tight-lipped when the driver side door of her car ripped off its hinges and flew across the street. Starting with her left arm she dragged herself out of the vehicle. By now her left arm alone was the size her entire body used to be! Her right arm was now the massive size the left became shortly after the mutations- and was racing to catch up to the left now; it also had claws and was very nearly totally black. Her arms were so gigantic that even though her hips and legs were in a quadruped stance, her front limbs held her body so far off the ground that her upper torso was still in an upright position. Connie slithered up to the front of his car and in a sudden motion punched down on the hood so hard the entire rest of the vehicle popped off the ground and stood up on its end, with her fist pinning it in that position; her face right up to the windshield. "Honk one more time. I will crumple this car into the shape of a coffin for you." Since her new arms were only half the size of the originals they remained crossed under her breasts while the prime limbs did their work. She glanced past the idiot and seen a police pulled over to the side of the road on the opposite lane frantically reaching for his radio to call this in to the station. In a bit of panic herself, Connie hooked her claws under the front of the man's car and tossed the entire thing through the air and landed on top of the police cruiser! He did not have line of sight to her with another car on top of his hood, so Connie quickly slithered into a lane-way. She dashed as quickly as she could to get away. As Connie ran her shoes filled painfully for a moment before the seams burst in a dull pop and her feet burst out of her shoes! Or at least, what used to be feet. She clenched the digits and loosened them again, rotating them around individually as Connie realized her feet had transformed into copies of her huge clawed primary hands! She now essentially had six arms! "Oouuugh... so big. Too many arms! Feels like someone pulling on my head..." Her skull made dull cracking sounds only she could hear as her mouth stretched wider. Her neck thickened and grew a bit longer but not by a lot. Her new arms grew fairly muscular now too, though seemed to stop there, still within human possibility, minus the claws and coloration. The black did not consume them however. While her skin darkened everywhere, it did not turn black everywhere. The insides of her new arms turned bright red instead of black. Her breasts turned black, but the nipples and areola red. The red was around three sides of her breasts, and covered her entire underbelly and the base of her tail. A slightly orange toned neon red stripe also appeared on either side of her neck and then trailed up and down her entire backside all the way to the tip of her tail. There was a fine dusting of very small freckle-like red dots on her hide even where it is otherwise black as well. Unfortunately all her body hair fell out wherever the flesh tone changed and her pours tightened to make her hide water proof. The hair on her head was not safe either. As her mouth continued to get stretched wider, forcing her skull to follow; the coloration of her skin advanced up, and her human hair started to fall out. As her jaws stretched the base of her teeth stretched as well, causing them to become triangular and sharp. Her skull started to take on a triangular shape if viewed from above or below- and looking rather flat when viewed from the sides. Her muscles bulged all over her still growing body, but because of the lack of bone structure in the torso, they were not outwardly visible except on her upper back and arms. She almost looked like a dragon- only instead of two huge wings on her back it was just another pair of arms. Even with her increased body size, her primary arms were ridiculously large. The muscle of her arms tore her shirt and then lab coat at the seams, but the body of the garments remained mostly intact through most of her changes because her torso grew in length more than it did in size- though it did still grow in size too. Eventually when it hugged her tight enough to hinder her breathing she used her new arms to dig into the fabric with her claws between her tits and tear it off of herself. Her pants at least still fit... mostly. The legs were no where near long enough and they were pulled extremely tight, but they were still holding up, thanks to her tail having been set free early on. The black coloration of her breasts trailing from her collar, but not beside or below them made their teardrop shape stand out even more against the red flesh surrounding them. Without a top now, she used her normal sized arms to cup her breasts and hold them steady as her mega arms carried her weight. Because of the wide stance, her legs could barely lift her crotch off the ground a foot, so her back half sort of just slithered along while her front half was carried by her giga arms. Her torso must be at least three times as long as it used to be, but only about one and a half times larger around. Connie did not even really notice that while her skull changed shape, her tail was slammed hard against the ground, tense from the feelings, but so tense that the muscles started to swell up and branch! Fat nubs formed on the end of her tail and the end itself became more bulbous and a red circle formed on its underside. The nubs started to stretch out as bone segments formed inside and the red skin underside stretched with them. Within a few minutes her tail was tipped with four huge clawed fingers! Her tail acted as yet another arm! She had seven arms!! When her arrow shaped skull finished changing her transformation seemed to finally end. She was sort of turned sideways to try and fit in the lane-way that was much too small for her gigantic form now. Connie just leaned on one wall to catch her breath and get her thoughts together. There was no way the officer seen her long enough to identify her, and she no longer looked like herself now- so no one knew to be looking for Connie Curtis. She still needed to make her way back home without anyone seeing her, and try to find a cure for herself. Even if she reverts human now though- she might still have four arms. Or hands for feet. Or fingers sticking out of her tailbone. She had a lot of problems she needed to figure out, but at least having too few arms was no longer one of them. She looked up and grabbed the wall, then pressed her shoulders and back into the wall behind her. Using the building behind her as support she started to crawl up the side of the building in front of her. She slithered over the edge onto the roof just as people started to stick their heads into the lane-ways looking for the huge salamander monster. Thanks to her having hands for feet and a hand on her tail, she could cling to things just as easily with her back half as she could her front half. Her arms were huge enough to reach over the gap between buildings and pull herself over, and then she used her tail hand to shove her back half off. Connie traveled from rooftop to rooftop trying to make her way home over the view of any prying eyes. When she was nearly there though, a naked man suddenly climbed over the opposite side of the buildings onto the roof! "Oh there you are! I seen your car and thought something had happened." The man had six arms! Though, all his were roughly where you would expect arms to be. "W-who... are you?" He chuckled, brushing some of the hair away from his face, revealing he had another two eyes on his forehead. "Don't recognize me? It's me- Harry. Your pet spider!" "W-what?!" "You will not believe what a day I have been having. I got bit by a radioactive human!" "...wat."

New Found Feedback Mai's straw made a horrendous noise as she sought the last few drops from the bottom of her smooth cup. It was her third one, and the rest of her meal had gone completely untouched. She twirled a strand of her long, blonde hair absently around her fingers, waiting for her friend to return from the restroom. McBurger usually wasn't known for having food that actually tasted good. Mostly it was food that was cheap, quick, and made you pay for its cheapness about six to eight hours down the road when it encountered the other end of the digestive tract. But you couldn't really go wrong with blended fruit, milk, and some ice cream, even if it was the soft serve stuff that was mostly air and made from mystery ingredients. A loud cry came from the general area of the rest room, shortly followed by the familiar, bombastic voice of Mai's redheaded roommate, shouting "THAT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING!" followed by a crash, and a rapid repetition of pain. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Naomi muttered, with one hand placed against her butt. The cuffs of her jeans were a mess, as were her sneakers. Well, more of a mess than usual. She grabbed a handful of napkins and began to wipe a thick, white substance from them. "Ugh, I think some merry prankster went and splashed a few gallons worth of shampoo around the ladies' room. Yuck," she said, sticking out her tongue. She scrapped off what she could of the stuff, and got up to stuff the napkins in the trash, pausing to use the drink dispensing machine's water function to wash her hands. "God, that's really fucking gross," she muttered, sitting down again. "Going to eat those?" she asked, pointing at Mai's burger and fries. The demure Asian girl merely shook her head and continued trying to get the last few stray drops of her smoothie. Naomi fixed her friend with a glare and reached over to pull the cup away from her. "Face it girlfriend, its empty. And no amount of wistful sucking is going to bring it back," she said with a grin and then a chuckle. "Wow. That sounded kinda dirty." Mai looked forlornly at the empty cup. "I think I'm going to go get another one. I don't know what's come over me; I don't usually eat like this," she said, blushing a bit. "Oh don't worry about it. It's probably something in the air," she said, taking a bite out of Mai's unwanted burger. "I'm feeling the same way. McB's corporate probably discovered some sort of hunger-inducing gas and is pumping it into the establishment as we speak to drive up profits." Naomi dug in her pockets for some change and dropped it on the table in front of Mai, "Go enjoy yourself. Splurge and partake in the communion of rampant consumerism. Besides, if it turns out your mom is right about all that sympathetic magic medicine stuff it ought to solve your cleavage problem better than the tissues you're sporting." She teased. Mai blushed, "Don't talk about that!" she hissed. "What if someone will hear?" Naomi rolled her eyes. "Honey, I bet none of these people in here will ever see you again. What does it matter? Go snag yourself a smoothie; fill out your figure, maybe. If not, hey, at least you're enjoying it, right?" Mai blushed and nodded, returning a moment later with a big chocolate milkshake. "Well, if we're going to try and fill out my figure, why not go all the way?" she said with a grin, hungrily slurping up the treat through her straw. "That a girl!" Naomi said with a laugh, finishing up the last of Mai's fries. "Let's take the rest of this to go, okay? I'd like to get out of these shampoo-soaked pants. It would have to be guy's shampoo, too. All weird smelling and musky." Mai wrinkled her nose as Naomi passed her, heading for the garbage can to rid herself of assorted paper detritus from the meal. "Yeah, it's a bit musky, and really strong smelling. I can't imagine what a bathroom full of the stuff would be like." Naomi grinned. "It's just right over there. You can go and satisfy your nasal curiosity." The petite Asian pulled back into a defensive posture. "Uh no, that's alright." "Was it all over the floor?" she asked as they reached the door, fidgeting with her top. It felt a bit tight for some reason. "The floor, the wall, the ceiling. It clogged up the sinks, probably the toilets. It was like someone set off a bomb of goop in there. I have no idea how they managed to get in there and get out without being noticed. It looked like someone went and made a slime angel on the floor too." She stuck out her tongue in disgust. "It looked like people had been in and out of there a few times; I wonder why no one reported it before me. That's really fucking gross. Squelching through there to use the facilities, doing your business with a bowl full of gunk... I bet it didn't even flush properly. Eww." Mai gave an uncertain glance to her milkshake, "Would you stop? I'm not sure if I want this anymore." Naomi leaned over and tousled Mai's hair. "And we sure wouldn't want to do that." -o- Mai winced as Naomi drove over another bump in the road, sending a jolt of pain through Mai's chest and back. "Ow. Be more careful, please. My top is feeling a little tight for some reason." "Too many tissues?" teased Naomi, who was fidgeting a bit in the driver's seat. She felt a little weird; probably something her body didn't like in the shampoo. Her legs felt kind of itchy, her groin especially. She did her best to try and conceal it from Mai; as crass as she was she wasn't going to dig at her loins in front of the very proper young woman. Mai on the other hand, had finished her milkshake and had turned herself to look out the window, a rather large blush upon her face. Some of the condensation from the cold cup had dripped onto her shirt, and made it look like her nipples were leaking, with big dark spots on the front of her yellow t-shirt. "I call bathroom when we get back to the apartment," Naomi said. "I want to take a nice hot shower and get myself feeling clean again after seeing all of that." Mai simply nodded and winced as the car hit another bump, the strap of her bra digging tightly into her back and sides. The cups themselves were digging in a bit as well, and the tissues seemed to be rubbing against her nipples in a not entirely unpleasant way. Mai just wanted to tear her bra off and be rid of the discomfort, but that was not something a proper lady did. Especially not around Naomi. Mai's mother had taken one look at her close cropped auburn hair and pronounced her to be "one of those lizzie beans." If one of Mai's mother's friends saw her, the gossip would be burning up her mother's ear in an instant. So better to tough it out than suffer possible humiliation. "L-let's take the freight elevator up," Mai said softly. It was right by where Naomi parked, since the designated space was filled with the old truck she was fixing up. Despite the convenience, the elevator was not supposed to be used for passenger traffic, and Mai usually walked across the building to use the normal elevators while Naomi took the freight elevator up. "Wow, one tiny rebellion from the norm. Watch out! Next thing we know, you'll be drinking milk from the carton and tearing tags of mattresses," Naomi said with a grin. Mai just blushed. "Owners can tear off mattress tags, and it's just the sellers that cannot." Naomi clicked her tongue at her friend. "There you go ruining a perfectly good joke. But you're so cute when you use your brain." The redhead leaned over as she paused at a stop sign, planting a kiss on Mai's cheek. Mai heated up even further, pressing against the car door. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." Naomi began to apologize. "No, it's okay..." Mai said softly. "You're just being friendly." "I keep forgetting that body to body contact is a rare thing across the Pacific," Naomi said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Don't worry about it," Mai said with a smile. "You're just being you, and I'm just being me." The two rode in silence for the remainder of the drive, just a few minutes. Mai contemplated the kiss, mostly how it had made her loins and chest ache. Her body cried out for her to have a little bit more fun than a kiss with her roommate. Despite the warning, Mai was rather sure Naomi wasn't a 'lezzie bean,' she was just more touchy-feely that most people Mai knew. Naomi wriggled and squirmed all the way up the elevator, Mai assumed she must be longing for a shower more and more, having been totally squicked out by the slimy restroom. Mai shook her head; boy was the scent from the stuff ever strong, and she'd smelled it in the car and now here again in the elevator. It was probably some of that stuff marketed to douchebag frat boys with the idea that it would have women tearing your clothes off to get at your manmeat. To be honest, it was kind of having that effect on Mai, the gentle twitch of need from Naomi's kiss had begun to blossom into something more. The elevator bell dinged not a moment too soon. Naomi and Mai both had to hold themselves in check, to not rush down the hall as fast as they could to duck into the apartment and deal with their problems. Their apartment was one of the first in front of the normal elevators, totally down the hall from the freight elevator, but there would be more people in the lobby and likely in the elevator than in the hallway. "Oh, thank God." Naomi muttered, fumbling with her belt, starting to remove her clothes the moment she stepped inside. Mai watched with wide eyes as her roommate tugged off her top and tossed her bra aside, starting to tug down her pants as she strode towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. The petite Asian simply stared at the bathroom door, the sight of her best friend half naked had sent a thrill through her loins. It made her nipples grow erect, even uncomfortably so. She reached back to remove the fastener to her bra, but it was stuck tight. It was like her bust had gotten bigger. Mai exhaled and tried again, but still nothing. It was getting rather difficult to breath. She drew a deep breath, and her bra seemed to almost explode. She let out a yelp as the garment self-destructed, tearing into pieces that fell to the floor. She looked down at it, seeing that the cups were saturated, completely soaked with fluid. She looked down at her chest and gasped, even with the t-shirt atop them, Mai could see that she'd gained several cup sizes; she had a proper bust, rather than almost boyish curves. Her nipples were strange, though; thick and puffy, and longer than she remembered. When she moved they rubbed against the fabric of her shirt, making Mai moan with pleasure. It was so weird. Mai slipped a hand beneath her shirt, feeling the soft flesh of her breast, as well as the wetness upon it. Her nipples were about as big around as the circle made by her thumb and forefinger, and the warmth and pressure seemed to coax it to grow even larger and longer. The rubbery nipple extended perhaps and inch or two from Mai's breast. She gave it a gentle squeeze and felt warm droplets trickling down her hand. She was lactating?! Not caring about proper protocol, she pulled off her shirt, staring down in befuddlement. Her dark nipples were grossly swollen and erect, shiny and smooth. As Mai watched she swore she could almost see her breasts getting bigger, and her nipples most certainly were. "What is going on?" Mai whispered. Her nipples dripped milk at the slightest touch; the breezes of the central air in the apartment were enough to make her leak. She'd have to call a doctor, or something. This was so weird. Was it an allergic reaction or something? Her bust continued to swell, even as she leaked milk from them. It baffled Mai, where was the mass coming from? It took thousands of calories to make a pound of flesh, and all the smoothies and the milkshake she had wouldn't be enough to account for this. Plus you didn't have weight appear in such a strategic and sexy place all by itself. She was going to have to call the doctor, but first she needed to get rid of the milk that she was leaking. Mai didn't want to get the floor all messy. She went to the kitchen and pulled two glasses from the cupboard and took a seat at the table. Mai winced at the cold glass against her wonderfully sensitive nipples. They'd grown noticeably bigger in the walk to the kitchen; they were almost big enough to go halfway down the tall glass. Mai stifled a moan as she squeezed her growing breasts, the pressure upon the supple, tender flesh enough to make milk squirt from her elongated nipples. She realized then that they looked more and more like teats. She gave them another squeeze, not bothering to stifle her moan this time. She shifted the chair; position herself in front of one of the table legs. She couldn't help it, milking herself felt so incredible; all the sensation seemed to go right to her groin. She pressed her crotch up against the table leg, grinding against it as she continued to coax the fluid from her too-full breasts. She flushed with embarrassment, she most certainly would not do this normally, but these were strange and special circumstances. It was a few moments before the glasses were full, and Mai's breasts seemed to be no emptier than when she started, in fact they were even larger. She stared at the two glasses, each full of milk and topped by a few bubbles. Curiosity filled her as she stared at it. How would it taste? Before she could stop herself, she had one glass to her lips. She let out a soft gasp of surprise as the taste spread over her tongue, sweet and delicious, with just a hint of chocolate. She couldn't stop herself from downing the entire glass, and then the other. That seemed to be the wrong thing to do, as her breasts expanded outward several inches immediately, her nipples doubling in length. They didn't look at all like nipples anymore, but rather the teats of a cow. She gritted her teeth and let out a mooing moan of pleasure as she began to fill the glasses up again. -o- Naomi slammed the bathroom door closed, locking it behind her. Her breath escaped from her chest in pants and soft, needful moans. She was sopping wet, and it wasn't from the strange stuff that had been spilled all over the McBurger bathroom. Naomi's body was demanding that she fuck, and it didn't care who or what was the recipient of her lovemaking. She stripped off the last of her clothes, her body had felt terribly hot since the moment she'd stepped into the car, thanks to the scent of the goo trapped in a small environment. She'd kissed her roommate, and it had taken all her willpower not to go any further than that. Naomi had needed to bite her tongue in order to stop herself from jumping atop Mai on the ride up in the elevator, grinding her loins against the lithe, demure young woman. A most uncomfortable sensation had stirred in Naomi's loins halfway through the drive home; it was aching, throbbing, and stiff. She couldn't quite stifle the loud moan that rose in her throat as she peeled her saturated panties from her body. Something jutted from her groin, no longer constricted by the silken fabric. Naomi looked at it with confusion; it couldn't POSSIBLY be what it looked like. But as she ran her fingertips over the slick, precum soaked appendage the jolts of pleasure that shot through her body confirmed it: she had a cock growing between her legs. Freed from it fabric prison, the shaft surged in size, growing from a smallish four, to a respectable eight inches in an instant. "Oh God..." Naomi murmured. "What the hell is going on?" The organ was all wrong; it was thick and black, flat at the top, with a bit of a ring in the middle. There wasn't a scrap of loose skin upon the length; it seemed to have all been gathered up at the base. It drooled an almost continuous stream of precum as Naomi stroked it, not believing that it was a part of her despite what the sensations she felt told her. A drawn out moan escaped her lips and Naomi had to grip the counter with one hand to keep from falling to her knees. An incredible sensation filled her; pure sexual pleasure that spawned in her loins, not quite within her female sex, nor upon the dark rod of her still-growing prick. Naomi looked down and found, to her horror that the second aspect of the male anatomy had appeared; the sack was pulled up tightly against her body, not hanging loose, but it was there all the same. The presence of her new balls seemed to make her manhood long for attention all the more. Almost in a daze, Naomi sat down atop the commode, positioning herself so that her expanding shaft, now a good foot in length, would drip and drool into the tub, rather than on the floor. She could barely think with it aching like this. A whimper escaped Naomi's lips as she reluctantly wrapped her fingers around the slick, black shaft and began to pump. The feeling of relief brought tears to Naomi's eyes as she frantically jerked off. How had this happened? How was it even possible? And why did it feel a hundred times better than any sex that she'd ever had? She felt like there was a fire raging within her veins, making her feel terribly hot. Despite the satisfaction Naomi felt from her self-pleasuring, it wasn't enough. Her body craved more, no, DEMANDED more. Men, women, animals, it didn't matter to Naomi's lust; she struggled to banish disturbing images from her mind that further inflamed her needful erection. But her mind would not be denied. Image after image flashed through her mind; sexual debauchery that Naomi found repugnant. But still it excited her. She frantically tried to think up her own fantasies, anything to banish the thoughts of a massive stallion mounting her, forcing its equally massive member into her, missing her dripping snatch entirely, instead pounding into Naomi's virgin rump. Mai. Naomi's eyes widened as she remembered the kiss she'd placed upon her roommate's cheek. Small, soft, sweet, shy little Mai. She could just imagine it, their lips meeting, the demure Asian's soft, needful cry, the sensations of her tight, wet sex as she slowly lowered herself atop Naomi's thick animal cock. Her soft hands caressing Naomi's tits. She couldn't get rid of the mental image. Naomi couldn't help but think of Mai astride her thick equine cock, hugged up against her as Naomi supplied what they both craved. She came so hard that her jets of seed struck the shower stall with incredibly loud splats. There was so much seed; it couldn't possibly have been contained in her balls, which seemed to be still growing. It was nearly a minute later before the last few dribs and drabs of hot horse cum had worked themselves out of Naomi's cock. She still felt far too warm and incredibly horny, but her loins no longer ached. She blushed as she saw the sheer mass of the mess in the shower, all of it tinged with the familiar, musky scent of what she'd slipped and fallen in at the restaurant. Naomi had coated the bathtub stall from about six feet up, dripping down thickly to the floor. It covered about a third of the pre-formed, slightly tan plastic. She couldn't imagine what would be needed to slather an entire four stall public restroom with seed. Naomi was producing far more cum than she ought to be able to, but even so, how big would your cock and balls have to be in order to hose down an entire room like that in the two or three shots you could get off in ten or fifteen minutes? She shivered, unsure if she truly wanted to know the answer. But the very idea of being able to perform such a feat excited Naomi. But she felt so hot and suddenly very, very thirsty. Considering all the fluid she just spewed out, she wasn't surprised. Naomi wrapped a towel around her body, wincing at the sensation of the rough terrycloth against her once more erect member. The hefty horse shaft was continuing to grow, nearly reaching to the bottom of her breasts. She turned on the water in the shower and used the wand to send all her pearlescent seed right down the drain. It seemed to be such a waste, her mouth watered at the sight of it. The very idea made Naomi blush. She needed to get a drink, badly. Naomi was nearly moaning with delight from the sensation of each step she took. Gods, how she wanted to ram her cock right down Mai's cute little throat. She bit her tongue once more; she couldn't possibly force herself on Mai, especially not with a wang the size that it was. She'd break the poor girl in two. Naomi threw open the bathroom door, wincing as it banged against the doorstop. She walked slowly to the kitchen, so as to avoid over-stimulating her eager organ. Mai was, thankfully, in her room. But she'd left out a glass of chocolate milk on the counter. Mmm... thick, rich, sweet, warm chocolate milk. Naomi blinked as she'd gulped the last of it down. Warm? Why was it warm? She let out a soft cry as her breasts followed the example of her shaft, swelling slowly and pleasurably... -o- A muffled sound of climactic pleasure from the other room snapped Mai out of her own lustful fugue. The Asian blushed as she realized that she'd been playing with herself quite enthusiastically for several minutes now. She blinked several times to get her eyes to focus once more. On the table before her were several glasses, a large bowl, and the huge canning pot that Mai's mother insisted she take with her, all had been filled with milk. Mai could see a most certain progression in the coloration, the glasses were filled with near-white at first, but they became tinted every so slightly more brown, growing darker and darker until the massive pot before her was filled with thick, rich, creamy, incredibly chocolate-y milk. Mai could taste the flavor of delicious chocolate upon her lips and tongue. She looked down and to her shock, her breasts had grown to be huge on her small frame, they were bigger than her head, noticeably bigger. But that wasn't the only thing that had changed. Her skin was darker and it was the wrong cast as well. As Mai watched her Asiatic skin began to look more and more African. No, that wasn't right; it was more like the color of milk chocolate. Mai gasped and stood from the table, and sat right back down as her panties dug into her groin and sent a spike of pleasure shooting through her. Her clothes were too tight all of a sudden, especially on Mai's hips. A bit of wriggling and trying to unbutton them only lead to the soft sound of tearing along the seams. She winced and stuck a finger into each seam, guiding the rip down and allowing her to extract herself from the denim turned torture device. She stood, this time not having anything that dug into her still needy sex. She'd managed to soak her clothes all the way through from the combination of arousal and stray droplets of milk. Mai gawked at the 20-quart pot that was two-thirds of the way full of milk. How could that have possibly come out of her? And how much more could she coax out of herself? Would that make her tits even bigger, or the nipples? Her nipples were pitch black now, and looked more like bovine teats. They jutted out a good six inches from her breasts. They seemed to almost glisten, drawing Mai's gaze to them, their look begging her to wrap her fingers around them, to coax more sweet milk from her body. Did drinking her own milk really do this to her? Mai couldn't help but satisfy her curiosity, downing one of the more chocolate tinted glasses in a series of long gulps. She let out a soft gasp as she felt her breasts expanding once more, adding two or three inches to their diameter. Mai couldn't help but moan softly, but it came out rather like a quiet moo. She felt a little funny in places, her ears, fingers, and feet tickled a little bit, like they'd fallen asleep. Her skin also tingled, shifting another shade towards pure chocolate. She could also swear that there was a weird tugging sensation at the base of her spine. This was all so weird. Mai looked at the mess on the table; she had to get rid of it before something unfortunate happened. She didn't want Naomi to drink any of it and start on her way to moo-cow-hood as well. She seemed a few inches taller and her frame had filled out a bit, but though she could lift the heavy, milk filled pot and stagger around with it, she wasn't able to heft it up to dump it into the sink. All the glasses and bowls could be dumped easily, but she would need to pour out the gallons of milk in the pot somewhere else, like in the bathroom. She hefted it with a grunt and began carrying it the long way to the bathroom via the laundry room, so that there was only a few scant feet of carpet that she might drip chocolate milk on. Upon reaching the laundry room, Mai heard the bathroom door slam open, and she jumped. A bit of milk sloshed up from the pot and onto her midsection, but rather than hit the floor it seemed to soak into her skin. Mai shivered as she felt the tickling sensation intensify, gritting her teeth to concentrate as she stumbled across the hall into the recently vacated bathroom. Naomi had probably just realized she hadn't checked her social networking websites in the past hour and needed to get her fix of TwitOnMyFace. She set the pot on top of the toilet before turning back to close the door behind her. The tingling on her fingers had become almost annoying in its intensity. Mai looked down at them and gasped; to her horror her fingers seemed to be fusing together! Ring and pinkie fingers were already united into a single thick, black-nailed digit, while middle and index fingers were halfway merged, with the gap between them growing narrower as Mai watched. She shook her head rapidly, wanting to deny what was happening to her. She shoved the milk-filled pot over into the tub where it landed with quite a noise. A goodly amount of milk splashed out, soaking Mai's feet and legs. The tingle ceased immediately, replaced by a pleasant feeling of warmth and sensation, like having her muscles massaged and her skin gently caressed at the same time. A surge shot up her legs, the muscle expanding suddenly. Mai heard her joints pop, hearing and feeling bones crack, but without pain. She watched in fascination, awe, horror, and more than a little bit of arousal as cloven hooves tore their way through her shoes and socks. Mai winced as her lower body continued to rearrange itself with terrible sounds as it granted her legs perfectly suited for her new, heavy hooves. "Nut I d-don't want to be a cow!" she whispered, torn between caressing her altered body and wanting to curl up in a corner and cry. Apparently now the proper tone over most of her body, patches of Mai's skin began to grow even darker, dappling her smooth skin with bovine splotches. Her eyes widened as she watched her body become more and more cow-like by the second. She opened her mouth, ready to scream for Naomi to call 911 to help her, to do something, anything, to prevent further charge. But then something dropped from the ceiling. Something thick, warm, white, sticky, and smelling very, very familiar. Mai let out a loud moan as her pleasure centers seemed to leap up in stimulation by an order of magnitude, and suddenly the alterations didn't seem so scary. She let out a staggered gasp as her new tail slithered from the base of her spine, encountering the cool porcelain of the toilet tank. She felt small horns rise at her temples, felt the dark splotches filling out all over her body. She could feel herself growing even more, her body thickening up, growing stronger and heavier. Mai knew that she would need a bit of power to carry around the assets she was going to end up with, as her breasts began to grow once again, and a strange new pressure building in her loins. She sighed softly, relaxing. Mai gripped her breasts with her thick, bovine fingers, letting out a loud moo-moan as the pressure made her teats leak milk. Gods, she was so sensitive. The slightest pressure made her leak, while a good grope sent a steady stream of milk shooting from her. Mai was knocked out of her revelry by a frantic knocking on the door. "M-Mai?" came Naomi's voice, though with an uncharacteristic timidness to it, "I um... think that there's something wrong with that chocolate milk I found... mmm... and I... I need more." Naomi grabbed the handle and stepped into the bathroom. Mai's eyes widened at the sight of her friend. The young woman had grown, her height jumping up nearly a foot. Her coloration had already begun to alter, and Mai knew eventually that it would be a perfect match for her own chocolate hue. A perfect horse's tail swayed from side to side as Naomi walked foreward, her own three fingered hands joining Mai's on her breasts. "I.. I just.... I'm so thirsty..." she whispered. Mai grinned and returned the caresses, feeling the milk welling up inside her friend's growing breasts. She felt strange, her shyness vanished, she felt like having some fun with Naomi while she was quiet and pleading like this. Even though the horse-girl was bigger, a gentle shove from Mai's hand sent Naomi onto her backside. Mai licked her lips, eying the she-stallion's thick, black equine cock. It was absolutely huge, it ought to break her in half, but Mai wanted it inside of her more than anything. "You share your body with me, Naomi, and I'm more than willing to share mine with you." Mai whispered, lowering herself onto her friend's cock. Both of them cried out, though Naomi's pleasured nicker was muffled as she drew one of Mai's thick bovine nipples into her mouth, drawing in the sweet milk. The horse-girl's cock filled her so deliciously, Mai couldn't wait until her own was large enough so that her lover could share in the experience. But she could feel Naomi's cock still growing within her, and her breasts just kept growing and growing. How big would they both get? -o- "God, it's on every floor. Where is it all coming form?" muttered Robert, one of the building's two general handymen. "Probably pouring down the air vents onto the lower floors," replied Thomas, the other handyman, "Keep going until we find a floor with a big flow." A strange, swirling mix of brown and white fluids had been pouring down the main elevator shaft and stairwells for the better part of two hours. Everyone had been evacuated from the building, as no one had any idea what the stuff could be. It smelled too chocolate-y to be sewage, but neither handyman had any idea how one could get several thousand gallons of the stuff up six floors. Equipped with fishing waders, the two had been carefully ascending the stairs to find which floor the torrent was coming from. Gripping the hand rail tightly, the two made their way up to the sixth floor, finding a goodly amount of the stuff pouring from beneath the door. There wasn't even a trickle coming down from the floors above. "Jackpot!" Thomas said, flashing a thumbs-up to his partner. The two forced the door open, the two foot high tide pushing it closed behind them. Hiking up the hallway, the two found bubbles coming out from beneath one door, a sign that the flow was coming out and not in. Some strange sounds could be heard from the other side. "Someone probably left a porno on and had to leave in a hurry," Thomas said to his partner. "Y-yeah," Robert stammered, thankful the loose waders hid the hard-on he'd been sporting since stepping onto the floor. There was a thick, musky scent upon the air, different from the chocolate, and it seemed to be getting stronger the closer they came to the source. The door required their combined strength to open, a cascade of brown and white pouring down the hallway. The two handymen entered the apartment, their progress halted as they gawked at the sight that awaited them in the living room. The two creatures had to be at least ten feet tall, their bodies powerfully built. They had to be to carry around the immense assets they sported. Both were a mix of deep brown and black, one was built more chunkily, her body well-padded with fat over muscle, but she was by no means obese, though it was hard to tell with her huge belly, flanked by six breasts the size of small bean bag chairs. Each breast was adorned with four thick, black teats, all sending out streams of milk when given the slightest touch, the motion of her body as she thrust into her partner was enough to make a stream of milk continuously leak from each teat. Her cock was perhaps as big around as Thomas' hefty waist, the organ itself no doubt being as long and thick as Robert was tall. A pair of large, curved horns jutted from her temples and she looked upon the two of them and smiled. She pulled her cock out of her lover, showing her massive ballsack that hung down past her knees, only it wasn't quite a ball sack. It was a massive udder. Her four huge teats brushed against the ground, somewhere beneath the torrent of her own milk, the friction enough to have her pouring out even more milk with each thrust. While she was very cow-like, her partner was more of an equine bent. Though most of her front was tinted the same chocolate brown as her lover, most of the short fur upon her arms, legs, face, and back was black, with a brown marking upon her forehead and the long feathered hair over her hands and hooves. She pushed herself up from the ground, sporting six breasts of her own alongside a cum-bloated belly. But rather than four teats, each breast was tipped by a single massive equine phallus. They seemed to leak a thicker substance than milk, not quite milk, but not quite cum either. Her own member was nearly half again the size of her cow-girl friend. She licked her lips and eyed the two intruders, a grin slowly spreading across her features. "I'm glad you boys came along when you did. See, my friend and I are having a problem with something. I'm pretty sure that getting filled with my cum makes Mai's udders swell, and my milk makes her cock grow. I've been having too much fun to notice, but she swears that filling me up makes my gorgeous shaft even bigger, while her milk works wonders on my titties." The she-bull grinned and nodded, "Mmmhmm. The problem is, we've seemed to stop growing. So we need fresh meat to give things a try." Robert and Thomas could do little more than stare at the two hypertrophic hermaphrodites. Even as Mia gripped two of her teats and gave a sharp tug, spraying them with her chocolate milk. The two handymen cried out as their bodies immediately began to feminize. Thomas's last thought before her growing assets made contemplating anything but sex impossible was that the milk and seed wasn't leaking down the air vents, oh no. It was being supplied by transformed individuals on every floor. She giggled at the thought and began stripping off her clothes, eager to add to the flood.

“Are you sure about this?” “Don’t worry, I’ve played this like, a million times before. We’re fine!” Reassuring words spoken in a not-so-reassuring manner as Sandra reluctantly put on the VR goggles she was shipped and sat on the rickety, poorly-assembled chair that came in the same box. Out of every possible solution to her and her boyfriend’s long-term relationship issues, a full-immersion VR suite had not been anywhere near the top of her list. Then again, Mat’s penchant for new tech and his immense, near-bottomless nerdiness had been a couple of the reasons why she was so attracted to him in the first place, so even as she was shaking her head and complaining about it, the lynx couldn’t help but smile at the idea that her partner had actually managed to assemble two fully-functional systems on such a short notice. Two weeks of “barely any sleep and my own weight in caffeine”, as he said it. The system itself was surprisingly difficult to set up, given how much the chair itself looked like some kind of futuristic IKEA abomination; the full suit, tailor-made and covered in what she assumed were wholly unnecessary neon lines, needed her to perform low-level contortionism just to be able to fit into it. The lynx had half a mind to just rub up against the wall to get the zipper up, but finally managed to get it all the way up to the top of her neck, catching far too many tufts of fur in the process and needing to stop several times to disentangle them. Once she was finished, however, she had to admit she quite liked what she saw; if not for the fact that it would probably ruin the electronics woven into it, she’d be saving the suit for when the two of them got back together in person. It highlighted her curves (the few ones she had, at least) to an absurd degree, hugging her form and leaving no room for the imagination, especially given how cold the room was. Sandra couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if there were sliders for real life when she booted up the program and saw the character creation screen; it’d be one hell of a treat to watch that suit fill out in real time. “Millions of times before, huh?” she teased, gingerly climbing onto the chair. “Hey, we’ve only been together for two years, hun,” the other lynx replied defensively from over the chat line, “I have needs!” “And you chose to meet them in a VR game, because of course you did, you ​nerd~ ​ !” Mat whimpered, the kind of sound she had learned was usually accompanied by a bright red blush spreading over his cheeks as the guy’s tail curled around one leg in embarrassment. She was chuckling to herself just at the mental image, sure that, even a thousand miles away and safely tucked in the safety of his bedroom, her boyfriend was nonetheless still squirming at that very moment. “J-just make a character, come on…” “I know, I know, I’ll be right there.” There were a great many options to pick from, with a list of literally hundreds of pre-made models of every shape and size. Given the reason why she was even doing this, Sandra wasn’t necessarily looking at their faces or species as much as their bodies; some of them were similar to hers, but most of the models available ranged anywhere from “above average” to “how do you fit through doors?” on the size scale. It was a wild ride, and one that didn’t exactly endear her to the program her partner had chosen; it was evident, then more than ever, what kind of body type he preferred. The fact that she didn’t share it was a constant, painful reminder of the one thing she couldn’t give him. There was, though, a silver lining to it all: as she scrolled through the list, a single option remained pinned to the top: a periodically-glowing rectangle with the words “IMPORT SUIT” inside of it. Guessing that it did exactly what it said on the tin, Sandra fastened the helmet on tight, smoothed out whatever parts of her suit weren’t already hugging her fur, and hit the button… only for nothing to happen. There was a loading bar, sure, but she had expected the neon lines to flare up into an RGB lightmare, or for the whole thing to suddenly start vibrating, or a whole bunch of other unsavoury things that made ​her​ blush at the thought. But no, just a slowly-filling progress bar that eventually nearly crashed the whole system when it started popping out errors about stack overflows and permissions overrides; a consequence of Mat fiddling around with custom rigs, she assumed. In the end, five minutes later, she got what she wanted: the lynx was quite impressed with how faithfully the program had recreated her body, all the way down to the irregular spots of darker fur on her face and the embarrassingly lopsided mane she had forgotten to trim down for the past couple of weeks (a quick edit would fix that right up). Rotating the model around a few times and confirming that all the important bits were where they were supposed to be, it was then time to choose what she’d be wearing in that virtual experience. Absolutely nothing. There, that was easy. Not like they’d be sharing a public room with anyone, after all, no need to be modest about it. “Alright, I’m done,” she spoke up, trying to find her way back to the main menu, “what’s the room name again?” “Just join with the friends list, it should let you do it.” “I’m not seeing a friends list.” “Shift tab, honey…” There was a moment of silence where the tone in which the last comment had been made sunk in. “Don’t you sass me, Matty!” Immediately, the lynx on the other end burst out laughing in that nasally way only he could, a sound that irritated everyone who ever heard it and yet left her constantly wanting more of it; it was rare to get a good laugh out of him, and it was always a good sign when that happened. Through the initial bumbling, Sandra managed to find the friend list and then locate her special other on it, connecting directly and then being placed on the longest loading screen she remembered seeing. The feline had half a mind to ask the other one if the game had broken just before it finally loaded in, textures popping everywhere as the game world came into existence one parcel at a time, the computer tower at her side kicking into gear as it struggled to render everything without burning itself to death. Not well-optimized, she thought to herself; it’s not like the game was all that graphics intensive. Mat had chosen a typical living room for their liaison, but what looked like a generic, pre-built asset turned into something a whole lot more on closer inspection: the conspicuously old TV, the single couch surrounded by beanbags, even the posters on the wall, it was all a recreation of Mat’s own living room apartment back home! Her heart melted as she took in the rest of the details, happy beyond words that he had spent so long remaking the whole place just for her. So much so that when his avatar, conveniently also lacking any sort of clothing, appeared around the corner, she gave him no time to react before pouncing on him, the two collapsing onto the floor and giving Sandra the first taste of what the full immersion suite could do. Not only did she experience the fall somehow, her knees and hands impacting against the phantom floor even as she sat comfortably on her chair, but when the two of them connected she could feel the familiar warmth and comfort of hugging the furball that was her boyfriend, his coating as thick as it had always been when she nuzzled her muzzle into his neck and rubbed her body all over his. Sandra had no clue how in hell Mat had managed to bang up a suit that could let her feel his body like that in only two weeks, but as she lost herself in a sea of warm fluff, she wasn’t about to complain. God, she’d missed that. “Missed you too~” he murred, the soft sounds of purring filling the room as the two allowed themselves to just bask in one another’s presence. They remained there for what felt like an hour, just snuggling away on what should have been a cold floor, before he spoke up again, “wanna try out the rest?” “Oh, do I~” Sandra purred back, dragging her lover up with her and onto the couch, practically throwing him onto it before looking down at his groin and… well, that was a disappointment, “Uh, hun? I think you forgot something.” Mat looked down at himself, jumping in place once the featureless crotch became fully apparent to the both of them, before excusing himself and vanishing from the room, off to fix the obvious issue. It gave Sandra just enough time to convince herself to try something that had been nagging at the back of her head for a bit. After all, if the suit was so good at recreating tactile sensation, then surely if she traced her torso’s fur with her fingers as they went lower and lower down her frame, settling between her legs and gently reaching for her most private parts, then the suit would be able to let her experience ​that​ aspect of her as well. The slight jolt of electricity going up her spine and directly into the pleasure center of her brain told her everything she needed to know about how faithfully that system was going to recreate the two of them going at it like a pair of rabid bunnies out of their minds on aphrodisiacs. All she could do was wish it could withstand some leaking; Sandra sincerely hoped that Mat considered that when he was designing the twin pieces. A couple of minutes later, her boyfriend’s avatar reappeared in the same spot he had vacated, and boy oh boy was the difference immediately clear. “You know, I deliberately imported myself as a treat for you, you slut,” she joked, straddling his lap and trying to avoid that monster of a cock he’d given himself, “I thought you’d be doing the same~” “Sh-shut up,” the other lynx replied, sounding far too bashful for someone sporting a rod that easily went down to his knees already, “this ​is​ the treat.” “What, you finally gonna make good on that promise to split me in half and fill me ‘till I burst?” she continued to tease, grinding her hips against his lap and her torso against his, the purring getting louder by the second. Mat didn’t respond, his face a weird mix of regret and embarrassment; Sandra was quite certain that the only reason she was currently sitting on a rod she’d never be able to take in real life was because, much as she was self-conscious about ​her​ size, so too was her partner’s about his. Neither had been particularly blessed in that department, and this presented a perfect opportunity to work around it. “You want me to go change myself as well, honey?” she offered, raising a hand to bring up the menu before having it grabbed by the cat underneath her. “No, no! You’re perfect just the way you are!” he hurried to answer, sounding entirely sincere while doing so, “B-besides, I’ve… I-I’ve got a surprise for that, don’t w-worry~” Sandra’s eyes rolled when she imagined exactly what that surprise may be. “What, are you going to steal my sliders?” she sighed, recalling a particularly awkward conversation about that one very specific kink that they’d had some months prior. “No. Better than that!” Her fluff-tipped ears perked up at that reply, the lynx’s mind working in overdrive to try and figure out just what exactly that shy ball of fur had in store for her. Plenty of ideas swam around, each as ridiculous as the last, but none of them managed to resist feeling that gigantic member start to rub against the inside of both her legs, the suit doing a brilliant job of simulating just what having a cock that large rubbing against her nethers would feel like. Having to bite her lip just to keep from reacting too loudly, and putting extra effort into rolling her hips to satisfy him as much as he was doing it to her, the two fell into a mutual silence as the foreplay carried on, Mat sinking his fingers into his lover’s soft rear, and her grinding away at an increasingly-slick pillar of cockmeat that was now threatening to push her forward as it rose to its full size. It was ​incredibly​ large, enough that she wondered how exactly the suit was going to replicate it being shoved into her; there was going to be one hell of a bulge in her avatar, of that she was certain, and the final release was going to leave her several sizes fatter judging from how big and full those balls looked. But she knew better than to just take the length like that; as much as Mat would love to immediately leap into action, Sandra knew that, given enough time and dedication, she could turn him into a mewling mess, moaning and begging to be allowed to cum before even getting a proper taste of her body. Much as he might like to put up a brave front, all it took was a pair of tits in his face and two hips smushing his manhood between them to turn the tiger into a kitten, and judging from the throaty noises coming out of him, he was about halfway there already. Of course, being in a VR simulation as they were, Sandra’s mind raced with ideas on how to maximize their enjoyment. First of which being something that the both of them had wanted to try for quite some time, but had never managed to due to the long-distance arrangement. Calling up the menu and sifting through the search options, she materialized a large metal ring on her palm, not giving Mat the chance to react before she turned around and clicked it into place right above his base; a press of a button later, and the cockring was fully deployed, tightening against the rod’s girth and making the male lynx’s back arch as he struggled with the sudden increase in pressure. Suddenly left without anywhere to go, all that pre that had been dripping down Sandra’s back was now forced to back up along the rest of his load, and judging from that gurgling she was hearing, she had ample reason to lick her lips at the thought of what was going to happen. “So, are you a grower or a shower, hun~?” she asked, lightly tapping one of his orbs with a paw, marvelling at how swollen they already were. “Hnnnf… y-you know what the a-a-a-nswer to that is…” he groaned back, gritting his teeth as he desperately tried to hold on, “p-please… t-take it off?” “Take it off? Really?” she asked of him, putting on a fake air of indignation, “Here I was thinking you wanted it~” Poor, poor Mat. She could see it in his eyes: he ​wanted​ to answer, ​wanted​ to play the part of the subby little brat who slowly broke down under his lover’s attentive, dominating touch. But he was already so far gone, so deep in the mire of his own indulgence, that he couldn’t even manage that. He just looked up at her, eyes begging for release even if his tongue wasn’t, and Sandra knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. The grinding continued, picking up in pace and intensity as the fingers sinking into her ass grew tighter and stronger in equal measure, Mat struggling to keep himself even remotely composed as his body squirmed and shook with each motion of his lover’s hips, his tongue lolling out as he tried and fail to ask for the cockring to come off, each time only managing a pathetic little whimper or moan before falling silent again. Sandra, for her part, wanted nothing more than to carry on with the teasing for hours on end, but judging from how that cock seemed to ​still​ be growing in length and girth as she kept on playing with it, the lynx figured it’d be best to take it before it got ​too​ big even for her virtual body. She leaned down and gave her boyfriend a lick on the forehead, followed by a quick smooch on the muzzle, an agreed-upon sign that his torment was about to be over and she was going to get serious about it. With her feet firmly planted on the couch, Sandra raised herself above her lover, giving him a perfect view of her wet, needy slit as she tried to position that massive member such that she could actually ​try​ to push it into her body. It was far harder than she anticipated, pun intended, considering that the lynx practically had to climb on top of it just to reach the tip, but after much wiggling, and plenty of moaning on her part as well, she managed to split her lips apart just enough that the trembling, pulsating, barbed cock found its rightful place; inch by inch, screaming in pleasure and losing her mind at the feeling of it, she took that beast into herself, her real body threatening to tear the immersion suite chair apart with how much it was moving around, the cat both unable and unwilling to contain herself when she saw her belly turn from being perfectly smooth to having an immense, cock-shaped bulge poking out from it. The damn thing was as tall as her torso was, and by the time she took all of it, leaving only the cockring out, she ​immediately​ proceeded to lean forward, hugging both it and its owner, rubbing her entire body against the turgid shaft, even if it was covered by her own stretched-out insides. It was, in an odd way, a dream come true. Not that she’d ever admit it, but seeing her body turned into a cocksleeve like that was something the lynx had always wanted to experience, even if she knew it to be impossible. In between panting for breath and smothering her boyfriend in both his own cock and her kisses, she found herself thanking him for giving the both of them such an opportunity. An opportunity that she was going to quite literally milk for all that it was worth. The feeling was indescribable, in that she had no words that could possibly make justice to how stuffed she was feeling. By all means, it should have felt uncomfortable, painful even, but as that suit worked itself into overdrive to try and mimic what she should be experiencing, all that Sandra could feel was every sensory neuron in her body flaring up with what was, undeniably, pleasure. So much so that she managed to miss that the bulge forming on her avatar wasn’t alone; unbeknownst to the lynx, her real body had begun to deform in a similar manner, the stretchy suit being forced to make room as her belly, despite being completely empty of any intrusions, bulged out to mimic her virtual self. And yet, despite how much “give” she seemed to have, every inch felt an inch too far; the pressure was immense, almost like her entire body was about to rupture at any given moment if pushed even the slightest bit forward. And yet, the more she thought that, the more that cock continued to grow, stuffing her even further and bringing the lynx that much closer to literally breaking. But she never did; just more bulge, forever and always. Not content with simply sitting there and feeling her center of gravity shift to something that wasn’t even hers to begin with, Sandra got busy working the rod inside of her, using her feet to lift herself up, and then allowing gravity to pull her back down; with the sheer size of that cock, it was impossible to do anything else, and with so much skin and fur around that bulge, it turned into an all-out full-body rubdown for the both of them every time she completed a cycle. Down below, the cockring and Sandra’s ministrations had begun to take their toll on Mat’s body, with his balls, already as large as they had been before, growing out as they continued to produce without any form of release. The lynx wondered if her boyfriend had already experienced some form of climax; it was difficult to tell with the amount of moaning coming out of him, not to mention how loud it was. She had certainly never heard him make those sounds before, enough to nearly clip the mic several times, but she knew she wanted ​more​ of it, and she wanted it yesterday. Harder and faster she’d lift and then re-impale herself on that growing shaft; every time the bulge grew and her body needed to make way for even more cock. Every time she felt like that was it, that was the last one before it all ended; but despite the overwhelming sensation of fullness, it never quite managed to take that extra step. She continued to stretch out as well, even as that member grew to be as tall as she was and the bulge managed to rise above her head. It was at that point that she wanted to dismount; figuring that the final load would probably bury her boyfriend in an avalanche of cumstuffed belly, and not really wanting to see what would happen when the suit had to simulate them being smothered by something like that, Sandra attempted to move off the couch in order to turn around and give her boyfriend his prize: letting him rut her into the carpet until she filled the room and broke the walls. But, when trying to do so, she didn’t find the solid ground underneath, or even the fuzzy carpet. No, what met her paws was something far more rumbling and malleable, something that caused enough of a growth spurt on that gigantic shaft that even the adaptable cockring audibly groaned as it readjusted its size. Turning her neck around to look down, Sandra’s eyes went wide and her mouth flew open when she saw just how ​enormous​ her boyfriend’s plugged balls had become: they already started out being large enough to squish against the male’s knees, but now they had grown so large from both the stimulation and the cockring keeping their contents safely packed inside that Mat was forced to keep both legs above them, lest they be locked into a permanent split from how much those orbs would pull them apart! They were each easily the size of one of the beanbags lying around the room, and growing so quickly that she could see them gain inches with each heartbeat; soon enough, ​they’d​ be the one filling the room, not her. Or, well, the orbs… ​then​ her. Just the mere thought of being filled by those things was enough to get her to redouble her efforts on that pole she impaled herself on, working the shaft to the point where the chair she was sitting on in reality began to buckle under the strain. As she was hugging that bulge in the virtual room, she failed to realize she was doing the exact same thing in reality, filled with a phantom girth that thrust into her as easily as she moved on her lover’s virtual rod. It was insanity, but it was ​their​ insanity, and the lynx intended to keep it going for as long as possible. Hurrying to plant one final kiss on Mat’s lips before the barrier between them grew too thick to let them interact directly, she got one final whisper in, one final command for the poor guy now trapped underneath the combined weight of his package and an overwhelmingly lustful girlfriend. “Not yet~” With those two words, Sandra turned her full attention to the two cumtanks burgeoning underneath her. They were stuffed to bursting, that much was obvious; though she could still sink her paws in somewhat, they were so full that pushing them in more than an inch was impossible, and even that required putting her full weight on top of them. Not just that, but they were incredibly sensitive as well; merely brushing against them was enough to get her lover to inhale sharply, and the less said about the sounds coming out of him when she sunk her claws into those nuts the better. And if that weren’t enough, it seemed like whatever piece of coding let them grow that big also made them reactive, in a way; the more Sandra worked them, the faster they seemed to grow, every rub and kneading adding inches at a quicker and quicker pace, as if they knew what was happening and were eager to reply in kind. Churning and sloshing with the incalculable amounts of cum just waiting to fill her up, it wouldn’t be long until she couldn’t even make the slightest of dents in their surface; the two orbs were so unbelievably full, their contents pressurized to such an insane degree, then even when she tried standing up on them they acted like a solid surface, as hard as the ground was. This was perfect. Just what she wanted. In front of the lynx, the cock that had once hung just below the knees was now wider than she was, and tall enough that the tip was touching the ceiling. In the real world, her body was completely buried by it, the ghost weight of the non-existent shaft having long-since broken the chair into two halves and left her writhing underneath its still-growing mass. Soon enough, her bedroom was being rearranged by this gigantic member, kept miraculously dry thanks to the ring at its base, warped and bent beyond all recognition and yet still holding on. Her own nethers provided ample enough lubrication; both of them were coated in her fluids from what seemed like a dozen rapid-fire orgasms all happening at once every few seconds. Whatever this was doing to her body, it had completely frazzled her perception of what pleasure even was, and left behind nothing but an unending hunger for ​more​. Not more of anything in particular; just ​more​. “S-Sandra, please!” Mat shouted from behind the pillar of meat he was buried under, just as his balls smashed against the opposite wall and it began cracking under the pressure, “I’m g-g-gonna burst! P-Please!” “N-No!” she stammered back, “Not yet! Bigger, I n-need bigger~!” “H-Hun, please, ​hnnngf,​ th-the room!” “Just re-host it, f-ffuuuuuck~!” Whatever Mat said afterwards was drowned out by the wall finally giving in, the weight of the hyper-pressurized cumtanks overpowering whatever structural stability it might’ve had as they spilled over into the next room, showering it in debris and rubble. If Sandra were to look back, they’d probably be genuinely surprised that Mat bothered to completely model his kitchen, probably in preparation for them to return to that place in the future. For now, though, it served as little more than a bit of extra space for him to grow into, even as he tried (and failed) to get the manic succubus on top of him to remove the shackles keeping him that big. He said something about unforeseen consequences and overrides going wrong, a bunch of words that, to her, were completely meaningless; all she wanted now was ​more.​ Not quite sure how exactly she did it, Sandra somehow managed to fiddle around the various controls available to her in her HUD until she stumbled onto the character editor that managed how every model worked. Though the program supposedly stopped anyone from interfering with anyone else, that certainly didn’t pose any obstacle to the lust-crazed lynx deciding to take things up precisely two notches as she erased a 2 and turned it into a 4 before hitting “Apply”. Almost immediately, and with the entire virtual room rumbling so loudly that both felines were almost deafened, those two colossal orbs were lifted into the air, something pushing them up from below; it slowly became apparent that the perpetrators were another pair of similarly-stuffed cumtanks, rapidly growing to match the size of the original two and turning the already-cramped space into an industrial-grade compressor, with Sandra being flattened against the wall… or, well, against the cock that was flattened against the wall. Fortunately for her, it seemed like the change to her boyfriend’s nuts had automatically produced another modification elsewhere; her eyes practically glowing with glee at the sight, the dick-shaped bulge that was most of her body began to widen as a second, equally-sized member emerged from the original one, copying itself in a weirdly-misplaced mitosis before finally breaking free and becoming its own, freestanding pillar of veiny, room-sized cockmeat. Unf​ ortunately for Sandra, the cockring hadn’t really been graded for ​two​ rods of that size, and as soon as they were done splitting from one another, so too did that metallic contraption split in twain, shattering nearly as loudly as both of them screaming in unison, loudly enough that for a singular moment, they both thought ​that​ was what caused the ceiling to break, and not all four orbs undergoing one final growth spurt so massive as to make their previous size look like a joke. As for Sandra, she got exactly what she wanted and so much more; the first instant of that payload being delivered already dwarfed anything she had ever hoped to experience in her wildest fantasies, and it wasn’t until the next microsecond that her brain did the math for her and came to a realization that would never reach the lynx’s conscious mind: all four of those house-sized nuts were dense enough that the calculations required to keep up with them were close to melting the poor processor that had to figure them out. ​She​ didn’t have the luxury of condensing so much mass into a volume far too small to contain it, and was about to test the limits of what the simulation could do. If the first member had pushed her to the limit in terms of how stuffed she felt, the second one had more or less completely shattered any ability she might’ve once had of gauging how much she could take, right before the deluge of cum came by and proceeded to make both bulges look like barely more than a bump in comparison. And yet, her body never yielded more than it had to, constantly fighting back to return to where it had been before, even as it was stretched out beyond what was remotely physically possible; it was as if it was constantly attempting to reassert normality, refusing to give anything, and yet being forced to with each twitch of those twin members. Sandra was bursting, every single moment of her existence; she felt herself explode over and over, even if her body didn’t actually go through with it, the four cumtanks pressure-hosing her insides to the point where the lynx swore she was audibly creaking under the strain of keeping that volume contained. Amazingly, none of it spilled onto the outside, presumably due to some weird programming quirk, leaving every last drop to fill her up until her belly had overtaken the room, then the house, then invaded the realm of nothing that surrounded it. Back in reality, the suit was holding on admirably as it faithfully recreated the effects of the filling on Sandra’s real body, until she too was bursting out of her room and invading the rest of the apartment block, her cumgut bloating to the point where it was honestly a miracle that her computer setup hadn’t just cracked under the pressure; the monitor certainly did, though the tower steadfastly refused to give in, even as it was rapidly approaching temperatures that would leave permanent scorch marks on the patch of fur it was smushed against. Not that Sandra cared, of course; she was too busy being smothered in her own cumstuffed belly to give much of a damn, even as the suit began to reach its own incredibly-high limits. A warning blared in bright red letters on her HUD, flashing multiple times before the lynx actually managed to notice that it existed: WARNING: MAXIMUM CAPACITY REACHED Nonsense, she still had plenty of room to go, and those balls were barely halfway done. They dismissed the warning, only for it to pop up again, and again, until eventually she simply gave up and let it stay there, a permanent reminder of her partner’s dedication and hard work. WARNING: MAXIMUM CAPACITY EXCEEDED. STRUCTURAL STABILITY COLLAPSING What this meant, she had no idea, only that from Mat’s own confused grunts, he was probably seeing something similar. It was, perhaps, quite fortunate that those suits did have a size cap, lest Sandra actually manage to reach the size her avatar was working towards; as more and more of the game world vanished underneath her, the real world Sandra had mercifully only grown large enough to have completely destroyed the apartment she’d been living in, as well as a few others around it, before the immersion suit ruptured and stopped synching up with what was happening in the game. And when the virtual lynx grew too big for even their admirably powerful computers to deal with, shutting down the simulation and booting the both of them back out into reality, every one of her neighbours got to hear her screaming in shock after bearing witness to what her body had become. Completely separate from Mat, and suddenly left alone underneath that incomprehensibly massive belly she was sporting, her first instinct was to try and sink her fingers into it in a desperate attempt to prove to herself that it wasn’t actually real. But not only did she find a very real mass, she found it to be as tightly-packed as her partner’s nuts had been; try as she might, whatever force was keeping that thing stuffed to that degree was exerting so much pressure on her skin that even punching it didn’t make it give in. The lynx could feel the building all around her, pressing down on all sides; she’d managed to knock out enough of the support frame that the only thing keeping it from collapsing in on herself… was herself. Without the sensorial feedback of the fuck of a lifetime to keep it away from her, the discomfort generated by something that big and stuffed began to settle in. Absent any kind of sexual stimulation, something that full made her develop a sudden appreciation for turkey dinners; every moment was one she was convinced she’d tear open, whatever contents happened to be inside of her spilling over and covering everything in a sticky, thick layer of white. She could only imagine what Mat must have been feeling at that point… … Mat! Suddenly forgetting about what happened to her, Sandra rushed to return to the simulation. Amazingly, the computer was still on (somehow), allowing her to use the goggles she still sported to open up the main menu and try to connect to the same server. After picking her original scan, somewhat disappointed that it didn’t immediately send her back to normal, she found Mat, also with his original model, waiting nervously for her in a reconstructed living room. “Mind explaining?!” she yelled out, “I’ve destroyed my house!” “I tried warning you, but you wouldn’t listen!” he fired back, shaking from head to toe, “How’s the suit?” “Probably ruined, I saw bits of it ripped open.” “Oh no, that’s not good… mine survived, but it’s gonna take a while before I’m back to where I was. You though…” “Me ​what,​ Matthew?” she demanded, stepping over to him and shoving him onto the couch again, “I’m the size of a building and I feel like I’m going to explode if anything prickly touches me. Me. ​What​. Matthew?” The male lynx looked up at her with a look that betrayed how much he was enjoying the thought of what was about to come next. He fiddled around with his own HUD for a bit, before sending her an in-game message with instructions on how to unlock a hidden section of that simulation’s options. A single confirmation prompt, reading simply: ​DIGEST​. “You’ve always wanted better curves,” he murred, “I’m thinking now’s the time~”

The Care and Feeding of Graff-Breeds LJ grumbled as he began the process of removing his powered armor. Not for the first time he cursed the name of Cyrus O'Sullivan, the suit's inventor, and the GORGON goons who had been pursuing him. Cyrus and his truck containing seven prototype suits of weaponized powered armor had been T-boned by the bus containing Ritter Memorial High School's Ritter Knights football team. And wouldn't you know it, Cyrus had given each suit a security system that would ensure that it would respond to one and only one pilot. Not for the first time, LJ wished he'd been home sick that day. Or that he'd sat somewhere else on the bus, and some other schmuck would be stuck fighting ten foot tall snot-monsters and drawing the minimum level of ARMOR Civil Protection grants. The suit had somehow installed a series of linkages directly into his spinal column when it had been smashed through the wall of the bus and folded over his body, which he'd only discovered after having gotten out of the damned thing. And he'd only discovered that after helping beat up three dozen GORGON mooks and not one but TWO Grav-tanks. Those lovely connections gave him a rudimentary sense of touch with the armor. Which was fine for providing feedback, but it felt absolutely wretched when you'd been covered head to toe in thick, viscous green slime. Despite the suit being air and water tight LJ needed a hot shower to get the slimy sensation off of him. Of course heading back to base and standing down for the evening had its disadvantages. For example, mad scientist Cynthia Van de Graff had been apprehended last week, but several of her trademark "Graff-Breed" monster minions had been let loose in the city when her control circlet had been broken. And wouldn't you know it, the Knights had been called in to assist in the matter. Not fighting the most famous super-villain in the state, but rather playing animal control officer to a bunch of genetically engineered creatures. They'd actually turned out to be rather docile and actually friendly, even though several of them were either the size of buses, or could lift and play catch with one of the same. Rather than returning them immediately, Short Bullet had kept several of the blasted things to study. A couple of them had cybernetic implants as well as genetic engineering that might be useful, others that had attributes not found in any sort of natural animal. The best way LJ could think of describing them was to take two animals, put them in a blender with a few bits from other critters, hit 'frappe' and pour out your brand new Graff-Breed. There was another thing LJ disliked, the habit of the metahuman community to use puns for just about everything. And if it wasn't puns it was meaningful acronyms. Even the tentative designations for Van de Graff's creatures were wordplay. And speak of the devil, LJ could hear the sound of hooves on the metal flooring of the base. Hail Mary had kind of adopted one of them. It was clomping up to be overtly friendly with LJ as he was out of his battlesuit and beginning to strip off somewhat soggy pieces of the skin-tight uniform that Field General insisted they all wear. LJ sighed and flopped down into a chair to remove his... he couldn't quite recall what they were. Not quite socks, slippers, or shoes, but they too were skin tight. As expected a few moments later there was a big black beak nuzzling his neck. Short Bullet had dubbed the critter a "Zebraven." It was built like an ostrich scaled up to the mass of a good sized horse, but rather than bird legs, it had a pair of powerful hoofed feet. The head was generally equine, as were the ears and mane, it had a mix of fur and feathers in a black and white pattern that made LJ dizzy when he tried to study it, the aforementioned black beak, wings, and a hefty lizard-like tail that made it look kind of dinosaurian. The creature, which Hail Mary had given the name of 'Snuggles' playfully licked LJ with its dry, bird-like tongue. "Yes, I see you." LJ said with a sigh, "Hello." He patted the creature's neck begrudgingly as it continued to lick him and began to nibble on his hair. "C'mon, knock it off," he said, scolding the creature and giving it a push. Snuggles seemed to take the hint and backed off as LJ got the thermal protection layer of clothing off and could get down to removing the base layer. Unfortunately the thermal protection layer didn't protect from the heat of wearing several sets of skin-tight garment at the same time. They were also very constrictive in the crotch area. It was obvious that they had been designed and tested by and on the two girls on the team, Short Bullet and Hail Mary, though none of the others seemed to complain about them as much as he did. In fact none of the others complained about anything as much as LJ did. But then again they weren't the ones who had lost out on a college scholarship. LJ had been NCAA bound until the linkages from the suit and the subsequent changes in physiology and neurology from the suit had disqualified him from playing, due to the league rules regarding the use of metahuman players. The hybrid creature looked at him, head tilted to the side. For some reason LJ had always felt a little put off by Snuggles. Though Short Bullet's intelligence tests had shown otherwise, LJ was pretty sure that all the Graff-Breeds were a lot smarter than the rest of the team gave them credit for. He paused in his undressing for a moment, looking over Snuggles. Once again he tried to make sense of the creature's odd white and black coloration. It was like one of those optical illusions that looked like it was moving, even though it was an unchanging image. LJ could see why Mary had named the Graff-Breed Snuggles; as the mix of fur and feather looked like it would be rather soft and pleasant to touch. He found himself wanting to stand up and pet the creature, or give it a hug, just to feel the sensation of the softness on his skin. His head felt weird, the way it always did around Snuggles, like his sinuses were stuffed up but without the actual stuffiness. He continued to stare at the creature, trying to follow particular black markings to see how they formed into a pattern, but couldn't get the pattern down. It seemed to vanish from his mind the moment he stopped looking at that particular portion. His eyes traced the pattern up the creature's neck, down its muzzle to the black beak, where the pattern ended. It felt like his gaze naturally tilted upward, leading him to the creature's brilliant, glowing, pink-purple eyes. LJ felt a momentary sensation of panic rising up from within him. But then he blinked, and the strange glow had vanished, if it had ever been there in the first place. Snuggles' eyes were limpid brown as they always were. Dehydration had probably set in from sweating non-stop in the armored suit. LJ returned his train of thought to the tracks and recalled that he'd been getting ready for a shower. He wondered if he ought to get a drink before showering. But then again he didn't feel thirsty. He felt... hungry, with an edge on the hunger that he couldn't quite describe. He also found himself wanting to... be close to Snuggles. LJ found himself wondering if there was a brush around that he could use to groom the critter. After all, LJ would likely have to get used to the zebraven being in the base. Maybe it was just light allergies that put him off about the creature. After all, it had been here for... awhile. It had been here for awhile, but also somewhat recently. LJ always had problems with pinning down dates. Everything more than a week or two before tended to blur together without key events to reference. He thought the Graff-Breeds had been there for a month or two, but only recently that Mary had 'adopted' this one. Other than the weird quasi-allergies Snuggles had been a very well-behaved creature. It didn't chew or claw the furniture, didn't get into the garbage, or shed everywhere, or make loud noises and make a general nuisance of itself. "Now, onto that shower," he muttered to himself. LJ stripped off the unpleasant, clingy top of his bodysuit, only to cry out in ticklish surprise as Snuggles ran his tongue up LJ from navel to neck. The creature had LJ right where he wanted him, with his arms essentially trapped in the half removed garment. LJ drew breath to scold the creature, but all of a sudden he had a mouth full of critter-tongue. That wasn't the strange part, or... well, it was the least strange part. The strange part was that it felt... kind of good. Overcoming the initial shock, LJ pulled his top off and tossed it aside. The zebraven withdrew his tongue and began to lick LJ once more, each swipe of the tongue trailing lower and lower. LJ found his face going red and hot with embarrassment; Snuggles' attention had gotten a response from his loins. As the licking continued down past his navel it was obvious what the zebraven was going for. The tight, stretchy fabric of the body suit did little to weaken the touch of the Graff-Breed's tongue. "Crap," LJ muttered. "Crap, crap, crap." He tried to stand up, but the creature gave him a nudge, shoving him back down. LJ's action only seemed to intensify the zebraven's licking. The creature knew what it was doing, as it paused for a moment to slip the upper part of its beak into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down with a quick tug. It was like someone else was in control of his libido, he was already fully erect. There was an animal sucking his dick. It was wrong, it was gross, it was illegal in thirty-seven states. But it just felt so damn good. But what if someone came back and caught him in the act? No, they wouldn't be back for hours yet, and even if they did LJ would hear the machinery that opened above the flight deck. For a moment he wondered if Snuggles and Mary had gotten up to something like this, which would sure explained why she wanted to keep him. For some reason LJ felt pretty sure that the creature was male, and somehow that made it even hotter. He let out a pleasured moan as his body suddenly tensed. He'd been kind of close to feeling like he was about ready to climax, but the sensation had just about ambushed him. It felt... different somehow, better. He didn't feel like he was pumping anything solid out of his cock, rather a reservoir of something else from inside him was being drained. Was the creature some sort of energy vampire? LJ didn't think so, he wasn't feeling tired or achy or worn out. As a matter of fact, he felt really good. His manhood felt well-lubricated from whatever it was in that weird orgasmic sensation and the zebraven withdrew his head and tongue, allowing LJ to get a good look at himself. His cock and balls were covered in a pearlescent pale-blue goo that seemed to glow in time with LJ's heartbeat. What the heck was that stuff? What was going on? And most importantly why had the bird-horse stopped sucking him off? As he looked down in puzzlement at the goo the color began to change, darkening and shifting in coloration. In a few moments it was a deep, dark red. It was warm too, really, really warm. A thick gout of precum leaked from his cock, seeming to be the cue for what was next. The red goo seemed to... evaporate? Sink in? It felt more like sinking in, with the warmth moving from the outside to the inside. He could feel blood rushing to his groin again. It felt like getting a hard-on while he already had a hard-on. LJ watched with fascination as his member began to grow. As he looked on it thickened, widened, lengthened, and started to change color and shape. In a few moments LJ was half again as well endowed as before. But that endowment came with a few alterations. The loose skin on his shaft drew back and drew tighter as it took on a pure black coloration. The rounded head flattened out into a trumpet-like shape. He had a horse cock. Holy shit, he had a horse cock. The swelling sensation continued, moment by moment making LJ bigger and bigger. It was not merely his manhood getting in on that act, but other bits as well. LJ let out a low moan as his balls suddenly jumped up to match size with his still-growing equine member. The skin around his groin began to bunch up, pulling into a sheath to house his altered organ once it had deflated. If it deflated. As strange as it was, LJ found the whole thing to be... well... incredibly sexy. His mind went back to the mental image of Mary and Snuggles having some sexy fun together. It wasn't the first time he'd fantasized about his teammate. The fantasy wandered from Snuggles and Mary to Mary and LJ himself. Her long red hair, her cute freckles, her luscious breasts. LJ let out a soft moan as he found his hand going to his cock as he imagined Mary kissing him deeply on the lips, running her fingertips over LJ's thick equine member, coaxing him back onto her bed, and with a grin and a powerful thrust, burying her own cock into LJ's ass, making him cry out in sheer bliss. Wait, what? No, that wasn't right. Ok, try again. Cute sexy redhead, kissing LJ deeply, her hand stroking his cock, the other on his shoulder coaxing him down. His lips parting, his tongue circling around the broad, flattened shape of her equine member's tip. No! That was still wrong! LJ tried again, this time picturing Mary bending him over the conference room table and taking him from behind. LJ with his hands bound behind him, Mary rubbing her member against his, teasing them both with a vibrating toy of some sort. LJ dressed up in a Ritter Knight's cheerleader outfit with Mary jacking off onto his face. It was all so confusing, LJ knew that there was something wrong in regards to the mental images but at the same time he couldn't figure out what the problem was. He felt like there was a wall around the idea in his head, and try as he might he kept finding that wall barring his ability to recognize the oddity. He just couldn't visualize it. Maybe if he tried another... another... another teammate, maybe? That brought the image of Blitz to mind, long haired pretty boy with a Napoleon complex that had only gotten worse when he'd acquired the largest artillery load-out of the seven. LJ pictured himself running his fingers through Blitz' golden hair, and... No, that was definitely wrong. What was going on? Why did everything sexual he imagined end up feeling wrong? Maybe it would just be easier to concentrate on the here and now, rather than silly made-up notions like bedding one of his teammates. LJ looked up at the zebraven, feeling totally and utterly confused. His mind was a tangle of conflicting emotions, thoughts, and desires woven around things that he couldn't quite grasp, but could almost reach. If he could just stop and think about things for a moment. But his newly enlarged manhood felt so good. He found himself staring at it with a bit of a stupid grin on his face. It was utterly alien, bestial, something that should most definitely not be a part of his body. But it looked so... sexy. Snuggles' eyes met LJ's again and the zebraven let out an odd bird sound and tilted his head to the side before leaning down and giving LJ's member a long, slow, teasing lick. The Graff-Breed then began to lick his beak, as if he found the flavor quite pleasant. The creature repeated the action, making the noise again, a bit louder. The caress was intense enough to make LJ moan as an incredible amount of slick, translucent pre began to steadily leak from him, showing no signs of stopping. It made LJ's mouth water for some reason. The sight of the hot, hard, black, glistening bestial masculinity filled him with strange urges. Well, it was big enough for LJ to do what he thought the beast was suggesting. He leaned forward and closed his eyes, running his tongue over his own shaft, a soft moan escaping his lips at the sensation. The tentative lick grew stronger and then suddenly LJ found himself feverishly lapping at his cock. The attention seemed to make it swell larger still and soon LJ found that he barely had to contort his body into order to make mouth and member meet. He stopped for a moment, figuring out how he had positioned himself. It seemed that not only had his shaft grown bigger, but his body also seemed to be more lithe and flexible than he thought it ought to be. But those thoughts were derailed as the zebraven began to lick at LJ as well. He found himself mirroring the creature's movements, his swipes of the tongue moving up higher and higher until they both came to the tip. LJ paused, not sure what he was supposed to do. Snuggles made a soft, happy sound and nuzzled LJ's face with his beak, and then proceeded to open his beak wide and began to slowly, almost torturously draw in inch after inch of LJ's cock. The zebraven began to slowly move his head up and down, making LJ moan and squirm in the chair. The sensations he began to experience were not unfamiliar, but the alteration of his modest span of inches into nearly two feet of black, bestial length had heightened them to a degree that had LJ driven into a state of animalistic lust. It no longer mattered to him if someone walked in and saw him with his dick down Snuggles' throat. He would do whatever it took to make himself cum. He needed it, and knew he needed it with an incredible certainty that would have shocked him just a few minutes before. He found himself gripping Snuggles' tufted ears, pushing off the ground with the balls of his feet each time he thrust his hips into the hot, sweet warmth of the creature's maw. That strange sensation of something almost spiritual began building up within him once again. Only this time it overlapped his physical pleasure as well. The zebraven didn't seem to mind the treatment, even as LJ worked his cock deeper and deeper into the hybrid creature's throat. Wordless whimpers and mewls of pleasure spilled forth from LJ, sounds that he would likely not recognize as coming from him. His vocalizations were purely those of an animal in heat. He gripped the arms of the chair with a vise-like grip as he pulled back for one more thrust. Then Snuggles, having pulled back nearly as far as he could, rammed his tongue through the slit of LJ's cock. A primal snarl tore its way from LJ's throat as he reached the very peak of his pleasure, and had it explode into an instant of white-hot sensation that stole away conscious control of his body. His movements were all mating instinct reflex. LJ could feel something being pumped out of him in concert with each incredible surge of seed. Snuggles withdrew his tongue and worked his way downward again, seeming to assure that not a single drop would be spilled. Unlike before LJ could feel something essentially being siphoned out of him. But instead of weakening him it seemed to strengthen him. He felt like he could fuck for days, like he could run a marathon and not even be winded. But the emptying void within him ached and throbbed. He needed something to replace what Snuggles had taken. As the last trickle left LJ's member the zebraven pulled away, making a low thrumming purr of contentment. He leaned forward and tilted his head, LJ's own lips parting instinctively as the hybrid's tongue met his own. He could... taste the remnants of his own... essence, perhaps? But it seemed off to him somehow. Dull, lifeless, stale. But he could also faintly sense something within his lover that could soothe the ache, perhaps more than soothe. LJ wrapped his arms around Snuggles' broad neck, the fluffy fur and feathers feeling delightfully soft against his bare skin. His body tickled, shivering as the Graff-Breed's heat seemed to flow into him. LJ began to softly pepper the creature's beak with kisses, the need to fill the void within him masking the subtle, gentle sensations that crept over his body. Snuggles fanned one wing open, trilling softly as he moved in a circle around LJ. The human found himself moaning softly as the long feathers tickled and caressed his bare flesh. He let out a soft cry as the zebraven began to stroke his cock with one soft, feathery wing. He leaned up against the beast, hugging his neck. Snuggles spread the other wing wide as well, wrapping LJ in a feathery embrace. The hug was wonderful, sensual, loving. He just wanted to stay and hug the Graff-Breed forever. His cock even stopped aching for a bit as he was surrounded by Snuggles' feathers on all sides. His hips made tiny rocking motions as his manhood rubbed over those wonderful feathers. His shaft was... odd in that it had ceased being wet and slick, covered in a mix of the critter's saliva and LJ's own precum. He wasn't leaking anymore for some reason. At least not physically. Once more it felt like something was being slowly, pleasantly siphoned away. But this time there was also a soft, gentle flow back. Cuddling with the creature seemed to be restoring whatever it was that LJ had lost. LJ moaned softly as the tension seemed to dissolve from his muscles, the aches he always had from wearing his powered armor gradually disappeared. After a few moments it felt like getting a full body massage; all his muscles being worked and manipulated in a way that brought pain, but in a good way. His breath began to come in gasps as he heard his body making some rather odd sounds. It felt like parts of him were stretching, growing, reshaping. Most of the sensation faded away after a few moments, nearly all of the remaining centered upon LJ's lower body, and his hands for some reason. The zebraven stepped away, leaving LJ standing on his own for a moment, though not for long. His legs suddenly were unable to support him and he fell back into the chair that he had just vacated. He watched his legs in confusion, seeing movement beneath the skin tight suit he still wore over most of his lower body. His muscles were growing, but they weren't all growing at the same rate. The familiar contours of his musculature were gone in an instant, becoming a flowing, unfamiliar mass that altered itself more and more with each passing second. He felt joints pop, tendons twist, and bones break and knit back together. The changes first solidified around his waist, the band of the undershorts he wore feeling oddly loose, even with his huge cock protruding from the front. But there was an unfamiliar tightness just a bit lower. LJ could see his new, broad hips and he could feel that there was some subtle difference about his rear as well. For one it seemed to ache strangely and he tilted himself to one side about to reach back with one hand to try and correct the discomfort. But that act was stopped in its tracks as LJ saw his hand. Where four fingers had been were now two; large and thick, topped with a shiny black nail. They seemed too big in comparison to the rest of him. His thumb had grown larger and thicker as well, to scale up to the new size of his enlarged hands. And even then something about them also set off alarm bells in LJ's head, but he couldn't quite pin down what it was that disturbed him so much about the alteration. With a sharp tearing of fabric, LJ's legs continued to warp and shift. The muscles had most definitely become larger and thicker as well. But they were arranged in an unfamiliar alignment. LJ was intimately familiar with the anatomy of the human body, he had to be in order to keep himself in tip top shape. But the shape he was in now was totally unfamiliar to him. It was flat-out inhuman. With a few more pops and tears he saw the reason. His legs really were not human any more. He let out a soft, startled cry as the... sock-slipper-things that he'd originally sat down to take off tore as his toes ripped through them. Or anatomically it might be more accurate to call it his toe, singular. At least that's what his mind could remember about equine anatomy as he stared at the growing hooves where his feet had once been. LJ stared dumbly at his new legs for a few moments. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of the flight deck readying itself for an inbound Knight. Oh crap. He felt his emotions whiplash sharply as his mind seemed to clear in an instant, the fuzzy, detached feelings of his alteration gone. Replace with the sudden realization that he'd doing sexual things with an animal. An animal that had made him go full-on metahuman. Somehow the damned bird had done this to him. Given him a big, thick, sexy horse cock and the lower body to match. No, not quite. It looked more... more like Snuggles' leg layout. A mix of equine and avian built for running and for power. Someone would be arriving shortly. He needed... he needed to get this fixed, somehow. Or at least out of sight until he could get himself covered up and get the more embarrassing alterations under wraps. He needed to get out of the open, into a room somewhere. He heard the pneumatic hiss of an elevator platform heading up to the roof, telling him he had about two or three minutes to get out of sight before someone arrived. LJ gritted his teeth as his anger rose, the Graff-Breeds were supposed to be safe! They'd been studied exhaustively by he didn't know how many different scientists. He had access to the files on Cynthia Van de Graff and her creations, and there had been nothing in there about them being contagious! What the creature had been sucking out of him had been his human characteristics, according to some sort of wacky energy-pattern based quasi-magical mumbo jumbo thing that had been discovered back in the 40's by one mad scientist or another. Being in close contact with the zebraven let it 'fill' the empty spaces it had made in LJ with its own patterns. The same energy pattern voodoo was what allowed Van de Graff to put animals like this together like their genetics were LEGO bricks. The same stuff that allowed insane plastic surgeon Victoria Vaughn to 'steal' the beautiful traits of celebrities and add them to her own standard of 'beauty,' ransom them, or copy them to one (or several) of her protoplasmic 'nurses.' "N-no..." LJ mumbled, pushing himself up out of the chair and onto his hooves, "N-not going to let you do this to me." He'd expected to be off balance, unfamiliar with them. But he stood on them very easily, the distribution of weight and centers of gravity and whatever else it was all seemed to flow together naturally. His first tentative steps were easy, as if he'd been walking with hooves since the day he'd been born. Here he was with a lower body that was part animal, a huge, aching, throbbing black cock that showed next to nothing of once being human, and an even greater ache in his rump that he couldn't quite pin down. He didn't think he could go very far with the weird, awkward pain. LJ reached back and fumbled at the seat of his pants with one thick-fingered hand. He was kind of expecting to have developed a horse's tail or something like that to be stuck in his pants or something. But oddly there wasn't anything like that. All that he felt was the sleek, stretchy fabric of his thermal suit clinging tightly to a well-formed buttock. So what did that leave that would ache back there? LJ bent down to see if maybe there were some bones out of alignment or something, or if there was a muscle cramp somewhere along the line. He felt the ache lessen a bit as he bent down, though he couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it was that made him feel better. Snuggles knew what it was however, as he leaned down and ran his tongue over LJ's backside, drawing a pleasured moan from the transforming young man. It only served to make the ache worse, more intense. LJ's eyes widened as everything seemed to click together for a moment. Why his fantasizing about his teammates had felt wrong. "I... I'm not!" LJ protested, yelping as he felt Snuggles' weight atop him. He knew what was going on, and he wasn't going to get mounted by some weird, gay, bird-thing! No matter how good it felt! He drew in all his willpower and broke into a run, his hooves striking the floor sending echoes throughout the base. Strangely the running dimmed the ache. Well, not quite dimmed so much as other sensations began to overwhelm it. Specifically the sensation of his cock slapping against his torso with ever step he took. His backside also felt a bit of a draft. LJ looked over his shoulder, expecting that the zebraven would be hot on his heels. But instead Snuggles seemed more interested in the bit of cloth his beak had torn from LJ's pants, and he seemed to be occupied with that. Gathering the scraps of fabric from LJ's transformation as well as his discarded articles of clothing. Yeah, go build a nest or something you fucking... Just looking at Snuggles made LJ's head feel funny. Made him want to slow down, turn around, and go back to petting the cute bird-horse. He snapped his eyes shut quickly and resumed his running, trying to ignore just how damned good his cock was feeling right now and how he really wanted to do something with it. Instead he ducked into the closest room he found, one of the half dozen that had been assigned for scientific research. LJ slammed the door closed behind him, fumbling for a few moments with his thick fingers and the keypad to lock the door and put the "Delicate Experiment in Progress" flag on the display. LJ moved himself to the far wall, getting as far away from the door as he could. He leaned against the smooth, cool plastic composite and slumped down in front of it. He wasn't out of breath, but all that had happened in the last... He looked at the red readout of the digital clock nearby, the sole source of illumination in the room. It had only been fifteen minutes since he'd arrived at the base. Fifteen minutes! What the hell was he going to do? How was he going to get back to normal? He needed to warn the others about that damn humanity-stealing zebraven and its damned hypnotic plumage. But it was so hard to think clearly, what with his oversized, over-stimulated, drooling cock and... well, LJ didn't want to think about the other ache. M-maybe he'd feel better if he just rubbed one out? After all, you couldn't have a hopped up libido and be aroused forever, could you? It had worked for him in the past, jacking off when he had a boner that just wouldn't go away. He rose to a crouch, running his thick-fingered hand over his even thicker manhood. His length was just the right size of LJ to grip and stroke. He rubbed it experimentally; tracing around the underside of the head made him shiver, but rubbing the slit of his cock made him moan. Damn, was it ever huge. It was so big that... that... LJ blushed, not wanting to think about it. But he pushed a finger into his slit all the same. Oh that felt wonderful, delicious, heavenly! LJ found his mind flashing to the image of himself in a cheerleader outfit again. And he couldn't help but picture himself being all girly. He called to mind what he could see and feel of his altered self and he... LJ's eyes widened as he realized that he had some pretty damn sexy hips and a pretty big bubble butt. Gah! Snuggles had been turning him into a... a... a... UGH! Not only had the critter started to steal LJ's humanity, but it also had started sucking the manhood out of him as well. LJ couldn't help but continue to focus on the disturbing images his mind came up with. He felt like... like... like a mare in heat; not only that but rather than jerk off he was fingering himself. "Not a mare!" LJ murmured, "Fuck no, not... not going to be a mare. Mmm..." he found his mind drifting back to the fantasy of Mary with a big thick horse cock, like his. LJ didn't notice that he began to salivate at the thought, licking his lips. "Oh powers, Mary, please! Please fuck me!" LJ whimpered, caught up entirely with his body's pleasure and his strange fantasy. He imagined himself dragging his tongue over her shaft, getting her slicked up. He imagined himself bent over the table, Mary slowly slipping her horsecock into his ass. "Oh yeah!" LJ whispered, "Oh, Mary!" He did not notice, however, that he'd slipped his other hand beneath himself, finally rubbing the source of that stubborn ache. In a few moments LJ was fingering himself quite happily, twice over. "Oh yeah, Mary!" he whispered softly, "F-fuck me! M-make me your mare!" The relief that washed through him felt so wonderful, even moreso was the intense pleasure building within him. Whatever Snuggles had done to him, none of what the zebraven had done had given much sexual satisfaction, only bringing forth higher and higher levels of frustration. Even so, LJ lost track of the time as he played with himself, fingering his cock and ass simultaneously. Feeling so on edge, needful, pent up, it took him a long time before he approached climax. When he did, LJ had long since ceased giving coherent vocalizations to his fantasy, merely soft animal sounds of pleasure and lust. Once his climax struck, it felt like LJ sent forth gallons of pent up longing, exploding outward in thick, heavy jets. He could hear it splattering all over everything. He took care to not get himself covered in it. He didn't want to have to wash it out of his hair or anything like that. Eventually LJ's climax died down, his cock beginning to soften as it leaked forth a tiny amount of seed and spunk. He leaned against the wall behind him and sighed happily. Of course that was when he heard the grunt, shortly followed by the sound of some thick liquid connecting with a solid object at some force. Then he felt the warm rivulets of cum trickling through the air holes in the barrier. The barrier between the research room and the enclosure in which Short Bullet kept one of the larger Graff-Breeds. LJ found a soft warmth flowing into him, combined with a renewed lust. His member was painfully erect once again and the scent of the hybrid monster's cum filled him with a lustful hunger. "P-please no." LJ whimpered softly as he staggered up onto his hooves, three-fingered hand fumbling for the latch that would lead into the enclosure. The soft purr of the creature within seemed to reach down into LJ's bones and resonate. He stepped into the enclosure, into the warm embrace of the Tigorilla. A huge palm lined with soft leather stroked his cheek, his shoulder, heading downwards to cup his rear. "You are mine," the Graff-Breed purred, the words echoing within LJ's head, rather than coming in through his ears. "My soon to be kitten." "Oh please...!" LJ whispered, "Please n..." His protests ceased as the tigorilla kissed him, saberteeth and rough tongue making it more exciting and thrilling somehow. "Oh powers, please!" LJ whispered breathlessly as the massive creature coaxed his hands towards its groin. "Please fuck me!" His protests were put to bed with a soft purr and a promise of pleasure.

“A-are you sure this is fine? You know h-h-how we get when we don-” “Trust me, it’ll be fine!” the other bun interjected, “I did this last year and I was perfectly ok by the end of it!” “Didn’t y-you end you flooding yo-” “Perfectly ok by the end of it, yup!” - the interruption was even more deliberate than the smaller rabbit could possibly imagine; his friend was working as hard to convince him as he was convincing himself - “Trust me, you’re gonna love it, there’s nothing like it. Come on!” Either through peer pressure or his own desires finally being allowed to shine through for once, Gentle took the ring into his hands and then proceeded to spend enough time staring at it that Trist managed to get his own from the table, sit down, and then adjust it around the base of his own shaft. It was an… investment, to put it lightly, especially for something that barely amounted to good alliteration, but the shy bun couldn’t help but shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it would be absolutely worth it in the end. He wasn’t a stranger to growth bursts after all, and he’d experienced a few where he later on admitted to himself were actually pretty good, so the thought of getting bigger wasn’t the main obstacle; no, it was the idea of spending a whole month without any kind of relief, all while slowly building up to an incrementally larger size by the end of it. It had been, of course, Tristan’s idea for them to do it, after the “amazing success” of his experiment the previous year that ended up giving his room a fresh coat of paint. Despite Gentle vividly remembering seeing the other bun looking like they were constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown, not to mention the many occasions where Trist outright begged friends to jerk him off because he couldn’t do it himself, it would appear his friend was fully intent in repeating the stunt, despite how inadvisable it was. Then again, Gentle couldn’t really blame him; the look on their face after week two betrayed the sort of rapturous, carnal pleasure that most people could only begin to dream of, let alone experience, and now that they were forced to stay inside over health concerns, there wouldn’t be a lot of things to distract them from their growth journey. Well, apart from one another of course, but surely Tristan wouldn’t take advantage of that. Surely he wouldn’t either. Surely. Gentle sighed, then carefully opened the metal ring and slowly placed it around the base of his dick, with Trist watching eagerly as he did so. The bun hesitated at the last moment, wondering if he really should go ahead, but with a curt nod to himself, a reminder that things couldn’t possibly get really bad and, of course, the usual nonsense about convincing himself that he could back away from the challenge (that he never managed to live up to), Gentle clicked the cockring into place and then immediately withdrew his hands. It was done. … oh God, what had he just done? “See? Perfectly fine~” Trist insisted, his voice sounding a lot worse now that both of them had committed to going a full month without emptying themselves out properly, “Oh, and did I mention I got these custom-made? They don’t actually unlock until after a full month.” “You what?!” Gentle screamed back at him, desperately trying to yank the damned thing off of him, only to find his fingers slipping from the sudden bout of sweating, “Oh no, no, no, why? Why did you only tell me about this now?!” “What, I thought you made up your mind about going all the way!” the other bun replied, the widest, smuggest smile stamped on his face. “I did, but… b-but then I maybe, I mean… I m-mean, you know, like,” Gentle stammered over himself, trying to rationalize his way out of backpedalling on himself, “you know what I mean, Trist!” “Do I~?” Damn that horny rabbit bastard. Gentle wished he had a mean bone in his body, just so he could muster up all the spite it contained and direct it straight at that smug bun staring at him like he was some kind of prize catch; he loved that look, and he hated that he loved it, as it brought about far too much blushing for his liking. Still, he had been tricked, so it was only fair that he go and sit on the other side of the bed, with his back turned to his friend and his arms crossed in front of him; Trist, for his part, waited the customary five awkward minutes before trying to get his attention, at which point he gave up after two attempts and went straight for a far more direct approach. The first thing Gentle felt was the bed’s springs groaning, followed by a very heavy set of breasts boobhatting him after knocking his actual hat onto the ground; within moments, he couldn’t even see the outside world, given the other bun’s bust was firmly locked around his head, keeping him from moving away. Not because he couldn’t, but because it’d be downright rude to turn down an offer as intimate as that one… or at least that’s how Gentle chose to rationalize it. Soon afterwards came the familiar warmth of something long, hard, throbbing and already leaking profusely against his lower back, with Tristan bucking his hips to really press his shaft directly against his roommate and soon to be compatriot in a month-long endurance challenge. How exactly this was their chosen way of making up after an argument was anyone’s guess, but the fact of the matter was that it did make Gentle feel a little better… even if all the sloshing was already making him nervous about his prospects of lasting until the end of November. “We’ll be fine, ok?” Trist murmured, “Trust me.” It was hard to do so. But he’d do it. “... a-alright. I can trust you.” Gentle was still unsure if he truly meant what he said or if those four words were going to be the bane of his existence for the next month, but there was no turning back now. With a smile, Tristan pressed onwards, providing an ever-tighter boobhug that eventually culminated in much the same way they always did; that night, the rest of the apartment block wouldn’t be able to sleep right, and frankly, neither would the two buns. The first week was the easiest one, as the two of them hadn’t yet begun to fill up enough that it genuinely began to hurt or be anything more than mildly uncomfortable. Both of them were extremely productive, yes, but not to the point that some of their acquaintances were; unlike them, they could go for more than a couple of days without having those things dragging along the floor, or without making so much of a mess that it counted as a second coat of paint on the walls. Nonetheless, it’d be disingenuous to claim that they weren’t feeling the effects of the cockrings barely a day into their experience; for two buns very much used to being able to unload at any point they wanted to, to suddenly be denied this free access to relief was… special, for lack of a better word. Special because it was abnormal, special because it was so unlike their normal, everyday lives. Not special because it was good though, at least not yet; they both knew they had a lot of suffering in front of them before the experience circled back to overloading their pleasure centers and giving them only mindless bliss, and while Trist was so giddy for the opportunity that he practically buzzed with excitement, Gentle was less than enthused with the thought… at least when he had to keep up the charade next to the other bun. It was hard to tell whether he truly believed what he was saying, if it was a narrative he felt the need to play up, or some odd combination of both, but the fact of the matter was, whenever the smaller bun managed to find some time for himself, away from the fountain of horny that was Tristan, he didn’t default to wailing and gnashing his teeth over not being able to relieve himself; rather, he’d often find himself climbing onto his bed, taking his clothes off, and spending what felt like hours staring at his junk, watching as it slowly throbbed its way to greater sizes, filling up from lack of use, begging him to touch it, to caress it, to give it the attention it needed. Whatever amount of slick pre managed to escape the vice-grip of the cockring freely smeared itself down his length, a problem both he and Tristan shared and that caused no end of frustration for their laundry schedule; and yet, as much as he wanted to touch himself, he knew he couldn’t. Not because he wouldn’t instantly climax the second he touched his rod, because he absolutely would, but because doing so would inevitably lead to a chain reaction that could only end with him being unable to walk without wobbling as he dragged two colossal cum factories behind him before half of the month was out. Which was, oddly enough, precisely what Trist was planning to do to himself. The challenge itself stipulated that they couldn’t ever “nut” for the duration of a whole month, but it didn’t say anything about making oneself so horny that they were perpetually edging and on the verge of collapsing by sheer virtue of wanting to cum but having to hold back from doing so. And if that meant growing his nuts out with backed-up seed desperate to find a way to the outside world, then that was honestly just a bonus in his eyes; it meant spending the rest of the month in such a constant, unending state of hyper-activation that even if his roomie didn’t want to beg for it to happen to them as well, they’d end up doing so anyway. And besides, there wasn’t anything stopping him from playing with his own tits when he was too distracted to notice… and when he wasn’t… and outright deliberately, when he locked himself in the bathroom for half an hour while pretending to do something else, filling the tiny space with his stifled moans and leaving Gentle extremely nervous about whatever was happening behind closed doors. Didn’t exactly help that it happened every time the other bun was on his bed and trying his best not to bring his hands to his shaft; it was bad enough having to resist his urges by themselves, he did not need Trist making it worse. And thus they lived their first week with cockrings on, Gentle trying to come to terms with the idea that he wanted to give in, but still had some sense of propriety holding him back, while Tristan revelled in the excess that came from being able to see his own balls swell with unused, unspent spunk over the course of a whole month… and yet, somehow, out of the two, it wasn’t the latter who ended up with the biggest nuts overall, despite Trist’s frantic, obvious attempts at forcing his body to overproduce. Perhaps it was due to Gentle’s own ability to simply make more, or maybe the universe was rewarding him for having more self-restraint than his roommate, but the fact was, going into the second week, both of his nuts had approached the size of watermelons, audibly sloshed whenever he took a step, and just downright churned away even when he was standing perfectly still. By comparison, Trist’s had just barely gone past cantaloupe-sized, and weren’t nearly as loud, something that confused the both of them to no end. Clearly, something else was necessary. Clearly, Trist needed to put more enthusiasm behind his self-ministrations… or, perhaps, try and make good use of someone else’s ability to surpass him by doing absolutely nothing. Thus began the second week, with the bun that instigated it all already falling for the hormonal drive that had taken him twice as long to succumb to the year before, courtesy of having that other cutey living with him; how could he possibly resist someone as both adorable and extremely productive as Gentle, when they had to deal with them for their whole day? It’s not like they could go anywhere now, and the only time they really had apart from one another was when one of them had to go get groceries… and given the sort of packages they were packing, things were quickly approaching a point where even that wouldn’t be possible anymore. They still insisted on wearing underwear around the house, despite this doing very little to hide their true size anymore, but getting pants on was rapidly slipping away from their skillset, and with it, their ability to go anywhere where they had to remain decent. Even with the thin layers of fabric they used to call boxer briefs, things weren’t in any way made better; the lack of stimulation, coupled with the bloating and swelling of their nuts, had left both of their members perpetually turgid and begging for some sort of attention, to the point where nothing they had was able to hide them. Boxers could at least keep their balls supported, if not necessarily hidden, but their rods were absolutely stuck smearing the fur on their bellies, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and they were barely done with the first one. Things began to go awry very quickly after that, given the lack of stimuli and distractions that could get their minds away from the one thing about their bodies that they absolutely couldn’t ignore anymore. Even remote classes weren’t enough, not when they had to have them side-by-side and at the same time, not when they spent most of the time making sure the sound was muted just so they could stare at one another, biting their lower lips and holding back a torrent of comments that would leave them completely wrecked and unable to resist anymore. Not a single word left their mouths, and not for a lack of want; Gentle was simply too bashful to make such a blatant first move like that and Trist, for all of his teasing and flirting, had his mind too preoccupied with what he was seeing to really put on the moves… plus, they were attending remote class, so everyone would notice if they either turned off their strategically-positioned webcams or moved away from them. Courses thus became another thing for them to be tortured with, another non-distraction that only served to make their situation worse, and yet both of them yearned for the opportunity; it was a delectable mixture of the proverbial forbidden fruit and the utterly mundane, the knowledge that everyone else assumed they were fine, if feeling a bit hotter than usual for some reason, while the reality of it was that both of them were mere instants away from descending into the sort of sexual madness that best befitted their species. Not that it would do anything; that was the real kicker there. They could certainly try, and indeed Gentle at least had Tristan’s tits to worry about, but what were they supposed to do after reaching climax? The cockrings wouldn’t come out until three weeks from then, and there was no way any orgasm would be able to break through them… so what then? Odds were good that trying to force their bodies into a position like that would just make their nuts bigger by way of backing up their cum production, something that sounded ridiculous and yet felt more and more real a possibility with each passing day. So the two of them just… didn’t do it. They looked, they stared, they trembled, their eyelids quivered at the sight of one another, but it was never more than that; Gentle on multiple occasions called Trist out for cheating, whenever the latter locked himself in the bathroom to play with his bust, while he, lacking one, had to lie there and take the full brunt of the impact with no outlet… and yet, despite Gentle’s near-religious adherence to the strictest interpretation of the rules of the challenge, it was him who kept growing the most out of the two. Despite Tristan’s feverish attempts at forcing his nuts to become more pent-up by making them output against the cockring barrier, he still lagged behind his friend in terms of size, something that confused him to no end. What was he doing wrong? Something that Gentle himself would like to know, because carrying around a pair of overinflated watermelons stuffed with spunk was not his definition of a good time, and he despised how much his body disagreed with that notion. He wanted to hate it, he truly did, because at least then he could harness that hatred and use it to fuel his determination; instead, what he had was unending love and desire, and an intense, almost unbearable need to cut himself free of that cockring, even if it meant getting power tools and literally ripping it off of him, scratches and worse be damned. There was a single, three-letter word repeating ad nauseum in the back of his head, and the bun kept berating himself for wanting to listen to it, for wanting to give in, because there was no giving in; the restraint wasn’t going to come off no matter how hard he tried, so all he had to do was sit and lie there for thirty days without jacking off. So why was that so hard? Why was he so hard? Why couldn’t he just walk normally without each motion, each movement causing his nuts to slosh so loudly that it made him even harder? And why did he like that so much?! The second week was when things began to completely break down, to the point where even remote classes just weren’t possible anymore, and both buns had to admit that putting the rings on was possibly the best worst thing they could’ve ever done. The only excuse they had for skipping on their obligations was a vague notice of getting stick, though thankfully no one kicked up too much of a fuss given the general state of affairs; the two were roommates, after all, so if one fell ill, it was only natural the other one did as well. This much was surprisingly close to the truth, though what they were suffering from was less an illness and more a disorder of their own doing. Gentle in particular had taken to simply not getting out of bed at all; having learned the hard way that trying to move from place to place was a recipe for disaster, he resolved to park his butt on his sheets and deal with the problem in the only way he could: staring at it, despairing at his inability to do anything about it, and then fighting with his own hands when they tried to “fix” things anyway. The bun knew that the moment he lost control over them, that was it, he was done; all it took was one climax and he’d be bloating so hard as to be unable to walk, rather than unwilling. That this meant his days were mostly spent looking at a two-foot-long, engorged shaft of cockmeat wasn’t exactly lost on him, nor was the fact that, even with the ring on, he still constantly bubbled with so much pre that his bed was a complete mess, but what was he to do? It was either that, or endure worse, and his balls were already big enough that he had to scooch up to one end of the bed to keep them from spilling over; he didn’t need things to take even more unexpected turns. As for Trist, the other bun could not have picked a more different approach. While Gentle chose to pursue self-denial and the ensuing mounting despair at how little that did anything, his roomie opted to dive headfirst into self-gratification, hard enough that it no longer strained the definition of what the challenge was about so much as it completely broke the rules and kept sailing on cheerfully as if they weren’t there at all. Not an hour went by that Tristan didn’t rush to the bathroom to play with his tits, and if there was one good thing that could be said about him, it was that he at least avoided actually touching that throbbing shaft of his; instead, he groped and squeezed at his bust whenever he felt mildly aroused, resulting in quite a bit of growth from all the backed-up orgasms that kept slamming into the cockring at his base. Spurts of pre were ejected with alarming regularity, the whole dorm covered in the stuff, and despite Gentle’s protests, the smaller bun still had to deal with Trist sloshing his way from place to place, desperately trying to hold onto their own sanity as it slowly, but surely, slipped away into the realms of self-exploration. As a result of this, their size at the end of the second week was something beyond unwieldy. Each nut was about as big as a yoga ball, so large that Tristan had to push them behind his legs just to be able to exist without being paralyzed from the sensations, let alone walk to and from the bathroom, the bedroom and the kitchen, the latter because, much to his consternation and complete surprise, Gentle had somehow maintained the lead! Despite the other bun having done absolutely nothing for a whole week but lie in bed and constantly complain about how full he was, he was now… well, effectively stuck to that bed, because there was no way he was going to get off and move anywhere with nuts that big. Each one was about as large as both of Tristan’s combined, if not even slightly larger, and the strain it placed on both his body and mind had at least given him a reason to quiet down; complaining about things was somewhat difficult when his brain was constantly assaulted by rhythmic, overwhelming shockwaves of what he could only assume was pleasure emanating from those overstuffed orbs of his, every heartbeat being accompanied by a twitch of his rod, now perpetually hardened and reaching the three foot mark. Poor Gentle had both of his arms limp by his side, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused and only vaguely aware of the world around him, with only the glint of the cockring to remind him of the foolish decision that had placed him in that situation to begin with. It fell to Trist to help feed him, because Gentle certainly wasn’t going to do that himself, which only exacerbated the envy the former felt for the latter. He hated having to go through that. He knew it was unfair to his friend… but why were they bigger than him?! Tristan had tried so hard to get his balls to grow, and despite having objectively succeeded by all reasonable measures, he was lagging further and further behind his friend, who had done precisely nothing to earn any of his si-no, no, that was not fair. It wasn’t about earning, it was about developing big, cumstuffed balls and enjoying the challenge while it lasted… but he still felt it. He still had that tiny nugget of size envy that refused to go away, and indeed, he wondered whether it wouldn’t be better to just accept it and move on… or perhaps, he could distract himself. After all, they both had survived two weeks of the challenge, and there were two big, juicy distractions right there for Trist to take into his hands; Gentle would surely be fine with it, it’s not like he was using them anyway. The third week rolled in, and with it came a dramatic shift in the relationship between the two roommates, as they now spent quite a bit more time together after Tristan discovered that the key to true happiness was to worship those overstuffed, cum-filled orbs that his friend sported between his legs, rubbing and kneading and squeezing and groping and goodness knows what else for hours on end. He’d wake up, roll out of bed, and the first thing he did after getting back on his feet (a process that took anything from five to ten minutes by that point) was to drag himself over to Gentle’s bed and practically throw himself at those hyperactive cum factories; Gentle himself was so completely out of it that, apart from dinner and lunch, he was barely ever truly conscious and aware of his surroundings anymore, and in fact the only thing needed to complete the picture would be a cartoonish puff of smoke emanating from the top of his head. He certainly had the audio to go with the visuals though; with a pair of nuts nearly big enough to cover a good half of his bed, whenever the house wasn’t filled with his low, moaning groans, the air rumbled with the sounds of churning and the occasional gurgling growl as those things continued to grow in all directions. Tristan’s desire to be the biggest between the two began to disappear the moment he gave into the allure of those two mountainous, overpressurized cumtanks; after all, how could he be truly envious of something that he had at his disposal day and night, to caress and dote on, to lick and to breathe in, to tease his best friend with via small pokes and the odd pinch. Any touch at all was enough to set Gentle off, and if it weren’t for the two cockrings holding the buns back, their room would’ve been flooded by his own production by that point, something that Trist himself seemed intent on forcing through, given how energetically he worshipped those enormous balls. To be fair to him, there wasn’t a hint of malice behind his actions, because there wasn’t a hint of anything at all; the time for thinking, the time for having reasons behind why they did anything, was long gone, replaced by raw, animalistic instinct and the primal urge to grow forever, or at least for as long as their bodies allowed them. It made eating lunch and dinner harder than it had been already, with Tristan unwilling to part ways with Gentle, even with the short amount of time needed to get stuff out of the fridge and into the microwave. The poor delivery personnel sent to their dorm were left flabbergasted whenever Trist opened the door, especially if it happened during one of Gentle’s loud slorshing periods; there was just enough of a clear line of sight between the front door and the bedroom that anyone standing outside could catch the slightest glimpse of the other bun’s orbs peeking through, if they weren’t already stunned by the pair sported by the one answering the door. Rumours began to spread throughout campus, but none dared to come check in on them; they all knew too well what had happened with Tristan the year before, and no one wanted to go through that awkwardness again. Thus, if the two buns weren’t busy eating so they wouldn’t literally starve to death, they were getting busy with one another… or, to be more precise, Trist was throwing himself at Gentle’s perennially-swelling pair of nuts and Gentle sort of lay there alternatively begging for said nuts to grow bigger, small, emptier, fuller and a dozen other nonsensical things that no one in their right minds would be able to decipher. Days began to meld into one another, and it wasn’t that odd for Trist to fall asleep hugging those colossal cumtanks as if they were pillows, only to wake up holding a pair that was ever so slightly larger than the one he'd fallen asleep to the churning of. Before long, Gentle’s bed began to audibly groan simply from the weight being placed on it, but neither of them were in a position where they could even begin to care; by the start of the fourth week, every inch of the bed that wasn’t Gentle’s body was taken up by his balls, with the nearly five-foot cock he sported being so twitchy that it literally never stopped whatsoever. A simple flick was all that was needed for what felt like half a gallon of pre to come spurting out, and for Gentle to cry out and beg Tristan to stop; not because it wasn’t good, but because it went against the rules of the challenge. Because ultimately, wasn’t that what this was all about? The “smaller” bun remembered it, even if Trist didn’t; the latter was slightly too concerned about the fact that he had to drag his floor-length nuts behind him whenever he wanted to move anywhere to care about such things as “rules”, doubly so when him hugging his friend’s orbs inevitably meant he also had to shove his own torso-length cock against them, only making the experience that much more unbearable. It was a vicious cycle that would only end when the two of them took the cockrings off, or rather, when they came off on their own, as it was highly doubtful that either of them would have the presence of mind to remember they were even there by the time the month ended. Conventional thoughts were replaced with the raw hunger for size and fullness that had consumed their lives, and the eternal desire to stretch their limits even further than they had been already; for both Tristan and Gentle, their life was just this now, growing, bloating, filling, gurgling, sloshing, churning, spurting, thickening, perpetually in a cycle of unending pleasure and self-indulgence that no one but them could put an end to, and they themselves would never do so without their hands being forced. It made for a rather interesting final week, given that neither of them recalled ever leaving one another’s side for the whole duration. Hours blended together into days and the flow of time ceased to make any sense altogether, as hunger and thirst seemingly vanished into thin air, their bodies fueled purely by lust and the mindless adherence to the challenge’s rules, as written; even Tristan had given up pleasuring himself via his bust, though he spent countless hours thrusting into and onto Gentle’s utterly colossal cum factories, long past the point where they’d grown big enough that they would have spilled over the bed… if they hadn’t collapsed it completely, leaving the poor bun practically buried by his own balls. Trist himself had developed quite the pair as well, though not nearly as large as his roomie’s; still enough to immobilize him though, making it hard to get anything done that didn’t involve rubbing himself all over his friend’s body. The noises only got worse as the deadline drew closer, doubly so when their consciousness was roused by the cockrings themselves; what with the two of them falling in and out of a dreamlike state and losing track of how long they were sort-of-asleep for, it was a surprise when the metallic restraints beeped loudly and informed them that they had a single day left. Maybe if they were still in possession of their mental faculties, they would’ve complained about it; a single day, with what they were experiencing? That was an utter travesty, they couldn’t possibly go through everything they wanted to do in just a single day… but alas, the two buns were far past the point of being able to care, and immediately resumed their mindless self-exploration, mentally counting down the hours until the cockrings told them they only had twelve left. The churning kept getting louder, the gurgling cacophonous, almost as if their bodies were deliberately ramping up production for the final release; feet were added to each of their nuts, the pressure rising to insane levels that completely shattered any projection they might’ve had. Six hours. It was the middle of the night, and the noises weren’t yet loud enough to wake other people up… but they were loud enough to keep the two buns stuck in a very lucid state, their alertness forced to remain at a level where they had to go through everything their bodies were experiencing, and simply shutting off and embracing release wasn’t an option yet. Gentle called out for Trist, Tristan called out for Gentle, and the two lost themselves in their own size. One hour. The sun was rising, and the few students that were back at the dorms after Thanksgiving were starting to wonder what the noise was all about. It sounded like the building’s boiler had suddenly malfunctioned, coupled with some massive clogging in the piping system and at least a four-point earthquake. A brave minority, those who knew what was going on inside the two buns’ room, dared to approach the door, hoping to be able to fix whatever the problem was before it was too late. But said door was locked, and no one was about to kick it down, lest they get in trouble with campus security. Inside, the cockrings were louder than ever before, loudly complaining about reaching their limit, as both Gentle and Trist’s shaft had both grown so much that even those things weren’t well-designed enough to keep up. Spurts of pre thicker than proper cum painted the whole room, covered their whole bodies. They were about to blow. Ten minutes. Gentle was moaning, Tristan was screaming, both of them had wide, open smiles and openly begged for release to come. A crowd congregated on the entrance to their dorm, now fully convinced that whatever was going to happen, they were probably in the blast zone for it. A clever few bolted out of there as soon as they could, while the rest took a few steps back, believing themselves to be in the clear by doing so. Five minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds. … The first thing the bystanders heard was the noise of metal being bent out of shape and then torn asunder, followed by what sounded like two firehoses being opened at maximum capacity. It didn’t take a genius to understand what had just happened, especially after the torrential deluge of cum being produced by both buns began to loudly splash against every solid surface and then bounce back to hit itself as it covered every single square inch on every single object in their bedroom; walls, floor, ceiling, upholstery, everything was almost instantly coated in an inch-thick covering of spunk that only got thicker by the second, and yet both of them felt like they were barely even started. More clenching, and the flood oozed into the hallway, straight into the living room and then right out the door into the corridor outside, with the other students now starting to seriously doubt their own safety. They could hear the waves inside, sloshing about heavily enough that they smashed into the door with so much force as to leave cracks in the wood, gallons of it spilling from underneath. Within the cum-flooded dorm, things weren’t much better; neither Gentle nor Trist had even begun to shrink, and their spunk was already halfway up the mattress that the former had been on ever since their bed broke, with no signs of stopping, and the only reason they weren’t drowning being the conveniently open window by their side and the fact that their front door now had more leaks than they themselves did. Wouldn’t take long before that door collapsed entirely, spraying the crowd with a wave of seed so quick and powerful that most of them were literally plastered against the opposite wall, only to slide off and be carried by the tide moments later. Much like the inside of the dorm, the corridor was being given a fresh coat of paint, extending all the way to the ceiling with its customary cum stalactites, turning the whole accessway into a goopy, musk-scented tunnel of pure, creamy white. And still they were going, not abating, not slowing. Outside, someone was lucky enough to have found something to halt their slide, when holding onto a piece of metal that had become lodged in an outlying rock: one of the cockrings that had disengaged from the buns just a minute ago, still flashing red, and oddly enough displaying something on a screen that neither Trist nor Gentle had noticed before; four words that appeared burned into the display in bright lettering: PROJECTED OUTPUT - FIVE HOURS

For miles in all directions, the wasteland experienced what had to be the loudest noise ever since the bombs dropped who knows how many years before, when Clove’s body, empowered by the sudden influx of the mutagenic viral concoction, obliterated the vault he was in and the hundreds of tons of rock and sediment it was buried under. Despite clocking in at “just” under fifty or so feet in height, the amount of power that the Deathclaw’s body packed in those immense muscles was enough that the hill the vault was built inside was ripped from the ground and held high into the air, with Clove lifting it effortlessly before throwing it aside, a small-scale earthquake ensuing after the impact. As for Clove himself, his body had blossomed into a thing of glory; so enormous was he that he towered over everything around him, even the metallic ruins left over from the world before. Much like the initial transformation, he was effectively becoming a living pile of bulging muscle, his bulk haphazardly stacked on top of itself until he was having trouble seeing anything; despite the Deathclaw’s neck being a veritable tower of power, his chest and back had packed on so much mass that his head was almost swallowed up by it. All Clove could do was look upwards, seeing the vaguest hint of his own biceps threatening to overtake the rest of his body. He could feel himself bloating at that stage, every inch of his form flaring up in his mind’s eye; he could see himself, and ​feel​ himself, and with that came a sudden surge of clarity he wasn’t even aware had been there before. Much like he’d been able to figure out what the symbols on the screen meant, so too did he start to understand how his own biology worked, making it surprisingly easy for him to halt and resume his growth at will. He couldn’t ​shrink​, that much was impossible, but he ​could​ control the rate at which he was ascending… and not just the rate, as he soon discovered, but the ​form​ as well. He started by manipulating the bulk around his head, pushing it down, as it were, until it was less a bloated mess and more a set of well-defined pecs that bulged outwards by about fifty feet. His back soon followed, being shaped to take on a more toned appearance, while the excess mass was diverted to his shoulders, seriously widening his already gigantic body. The end result was that his face was slowly allowed to rise up again, being freed of the confines of his own musculature and allowing him to directly survey how his body was looking. “Not bad,” he said to himself, “but I could stand to make it better…” With that, he went to work chiseling himself into the perfect being, at least as far as he could imagine it; rather than the misshapen heap of fibrous tissue that the mutagen was turning him into, Clove focused his energy and directed his body to instead adopt a much more rugged, conventionally attractive shape. For Deathclaw males, this of course meant maintaining his new set of body-dominating pecs, sculpting a rock-hard six-pack, and then making sure his legs were as wide as his biceps were; not an easy feat, considering those things were already wider than the vault door itself was. Once that was finished, it was time to take all of that extra, unused mass and shove it somewhere it could be used properly; the ground rumbled and quaked once his balls ballooned outwards, enough to slam into the cracked soil and create two enormous craters. Above them, his cock was fed enough bulk to be perpetually stuck at half-mast, as wide as his torso and longer than he was tall. The pillar of vein-covered cockmeat was so alluring that Clove spent a good hour or two rubbing his entire body against it, almost losing control of himself as he did so; it took a lot of concentration, but he directed his body to keep its current proportions while he grew outwards, flattening what remained of the hill the vault was built under, and digging deep grooves into the soil wherever his claws and tail passed. The more he pleasured himself, the more the Deathclaw wanted to know what his own cum tasted like. He’d never been big enough to justify giving himself a blowjob, but now, with such fine control over his body, and a cock of ​that​ size, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to truly go wild. Halting his shaft’s growth and allowing the rest of him to surge upwards, Clove plunged the tip of his cock directly into his maw the moment he could manage it, and from that point onward allowed his entire body to process the remainder of the mutagen. This not only caused him to take on literally monumental proportions, but had an unexpected side-effect between his legs. Without him really noticing, both of his balls had begun to swell at an even faster rate than normal compared to the rest of him, without needing any input from the Deathclaw’s mind. Seeing as he was sitting down he didn’t really have the chance to notice until those titanic cum factories rolled over his legs and started flattening the ground around him. They were each producing so much that the underside of his cock was permanently bulged out, forced to deal with such immense pressure that, even without achieving orgasm, Clove was pouring hundreds of gallons of cum into his mouth at every second! The production rate was of such a scale that, even at full flow, his cock just couldn’t deal with all of the cum being stored away… until his body up and found a solution all on its own. It happened so quickly that the Deathclaw didn’t even have time to notice. A small groove appeared along the tough skin of his nuts, growing deeper and deeper as it pushed inwards. Like an invisible rope was tugged around them, their mass was forced to sink into itself; it didn’t hurt, it didn’t even register in his mind, but with a deafening gurgle and at least a 3.0 on the Richter scale, the transformation was complete, and his two orbs split into four, their mass perfectly distributed! For a moment, Clove honestly though that would give him a reprieve from the maddening levels of cum production he was subjected to before… but of course, his body had been infused with a virus whose defining trait was forcefully mutating lifeforms, so it didn’t take long before each of those four nuts started making as much of his seed as his entire sack had before the division combined! Left without anything else to do, helpless as he watched those four tankers grow larger than him, Clove hugged his cock and started pumping it with all of his strength, hoping that a proper climax would empty him out. He got his wish after five minutes of smearing his torso against his shaft, after which his nuts suddenly stopped growing, and in unison… clenched. The deluge of cum that flooded his insides was so vast that his cock doubled in size just to deal with the sudden surge; Clove, not expecting such an immense tidal wave of cum to smack the back of his throat so hard, nearly choked on his own seed before getting a grip on his gag reflex, forcing himself to drink the uncountable tons of the virus-infused cum his balls were producing. He could tell he had been corrupted, not just by the taste of it, so reminiscent of the glass tank he’d drank from, but from the fact that he completely lost control of himself after the first taste alone. All he could do was demand that his own body retain its proportions, because he could no longer make it stop growing in every direction. The seventy-foot mark was reached within seconds, rolling over to ninety without much difficulty. His body was like a balloon, inflating wildly before shrinking down, each cycle adding more height so that the next expansion could go even further. The amount of air being displaced was so much that small tornados began to form around him, and when it all felt like it was just too much, his pecs started to bloat outwards until they took on the familiar shape of breasts, which Clove was all-too happy to use in order to titfuck ​himself,​ something he never thought would be possible. His newly-grown bosom continued to billow out, growing heavier with each second, until those colossal tits grew large enough to rest on top of his nuts, the pressure succeeding in dragging the remaining thousand or so tons of cum that yet remained right down his throat. By the end, his breasts had become so enormous that if he stood up they would drag along the ground, even at his height! What’s more, each was capped with a nipple of gargantuan proportions, looking oversized even on Clove’s already-disproportional frame; if the Deathclaw wasn’t busy drinking down the last few mouthfuls of FEV-infused cum, he would’ve realized that they were just the right size for him to handily shove his cock into… if he could only manage to bend it hard enough to get in, of course. But for someone of his girth and power, such concerns were trivial; he could simply ​will​ his body into finding a way and his brain’s sub-routines would find the most efficient solution. In fact, that’s exactly what he did after he was done drinking his fill, allowing a small portion of his cerebral processing power to come up with an idea independently of what the rest of his brain was doing. He had no explanation for why he could do such a thing; but when he saw his cock lengthen and bend unnaturally, until it started to snake around one of his titanic breasts, he figured it would be best not to ask any questions. After all, all he had to do was politely ask himself how best to nipplefuck his own bosom, and in return he turned his manhood into some kind of serpentine member, easily twice as long as it was before and yet fully controllable, its muscles allowing Clove to maneuver it however he wished. This, obviously, meant immediately shoving it into one of his tits, at least until he realized that leaving the other one all alone was a stupid idea… upon which he crafted for himself another “solution”; shifting some of the mass from his bulky body down below, a second cock began to emerge right alongside the first one, pushing the original’s base off to the side in order to make room. Four balls, two cocks, just as it should be; at least those hyperactive cum factories had died down enough that they were merely gaining about a few inches every second, absolutely nothing compared to the monstrous giant the Deathclaw had become. It gave him plenty of time to find the most comfortable way to walk around while he had two snake-cocks protruding from his body-encompassing cleavage and thrusting needily into the mammothian set of breasts he was sporting. To anyone else, it would be a display of abhorrent excess; to Clove, it was quickly becoming just another day of the week. Much as the transformation had made him feel like a god amongst beasts, especially given how the ground was so far below him that he feared he’d crack the wasteland in half if he ever tripped, he knew when to hold back from his insane growth spurt. With his newfound power came a finer control over his bodily functions, and it became progressively easier to order his physiology around to accomplish what it was he wanted the more he put his mind to it. This meant that, if ever actually ​wanted​ it, he could force his balls to start producing virally-tainted cum at a rate too fast for even those enormous snakelike shafts to empty out; but seeing as how he still wanted to remain mobile, he thought it best to keep those snakecocks nice and dry while he nipplefucked himself. There was no need for more growth so quickly, so he could just enjoy himself in the most obscene way possible. It was genuinely surprising how little that show of depraved self-exploration affected him. In a way, he could feel how good it was, even to the point where he could succumb to it if he so desired. But in his state, so close to divinity as he was, even something like that was naught but another piece of the puzzle; to him, being able to pump himself in such a manner was just another display of how much he outranked everyone around him, and he would soon get to showing off just what exactly he could do if given the right motivation. First things first, though: he needed to return to his pack. Getting back to the den was easy enough; at his size, it took about a hundred paces to cover the same amount of land that it took the smaller, injured version of him most of a day, after which he had to exercise extreme caution not to just squish his entire pack under a single toe. Despite the distance between them and his ears, his hearing had been improved enough that the screams of terror were perfectly clear to him, a delicious treat once he identified whose voices those were. His old pack had taken refuge inside of their den, the males trembling in fear of the colossus casting a shadow over them while the females fought themselves over whether or not they should step outside. Clove, being the merciful god that he was, decided to make the decision for them, and ripped the top of the den off the ground with a single hand, showering the Deathclaws inside with dust and debris, sending them flying for a cover that didn’t exist. Upon realizing that there was nowhere left to run, the whole pack stood there, staring in awe at the hundred-foot giant casting a shadow over them. A few even dared to speak up, stuttering as they tried to say Clove’s name, only to make everyone else stare at them in confusion; surely this monstrosity, this immense beast that was more muscle and breast than Deathclaw, wasn’t the runt of the litter? His face did look similar, but his body… could it be? Such thoughts swam inside their heads until they began to consume their thought patterns completely. The utter impossibility that was Clove began to make more and more sense as they kept thinking about it, until suddenly the whole pack found themselves wondering just what was so odd about it; of course it was the younger Deathclaw standing there, mutated beyond recognition aside from his face. They told him to toughen up... so he did, and now he was back to show them up and tell them how wrong they were to treat them so badly! Clove himself was quite happy with himself when he began noticing the expressions on his former bullies were softening over time, going from scared to accepting to downright ​needy.​ The combination of his imposing presence, powerful musk and probably a little bit of help from his expanded consciousness had yielded the results he’d been fantasizing about for years: his whole pack, prostrated in adulation, calling out for him to take them where they stood. It was especially delicious when the top female of their group, the broodmother responsible for ensuring the continuity of their bloodline, threw herself at him, only able to reach the very bottom of his foot but still eagerly rubbing herself against every inch of him she could reach. This was enough to snap the soon-to-be-old alpha out of his funk, an expression of fury adorning his face at seeing his mate forsake him to be closer to Clove… but with his mind so distorted by desire and his nose flooded with the bigger Deathclaw’s musk, it was only a matter of seconds before he succumbed to lust again. For Clove, it was the best possible outcome; if only he could shrink himself and give each and every one of them the love they deserved… but he had a better idea. It wasn’t enough that his old pack knew who was in charge; every Deathclaw in a hundred-mile radius had to be keenly aware of that as well, just to prevent any prospective alphas from getting any ideas. Doing so was simple: his body already exuded a potent, natural musk, courtesy of his sheer size, but it could be easily coaxed into producing even more, covering him in a cloud of pheromones that were swept away in the wind, powerful enough to affect any member of his species even if he couldn’t see them. The effects on those directly around him was immediate and as powerful as the scent itself was; if they were already close to worshipping his very body in mindless adoration, then Clove’s latest trick was enough to push them off the edge and make them cry out for his name. In the distance, he could hear other packs of Deathclaws being caught up in his web, sniffing the air in his direction before mindlessly walking towards him, abandoning their hunts and attempts at mating just to get one step closer to the burgeoning Deathclaw god. But… baby steps. The first order of business was making sure they knew who the new alpha was, if it wasn’t already obvious. Doing this was simple enough; lowering one of his hands to the ground as softly as he could, he beckoned the old pack leader onto it. The little one dutifully climbed on, only to be flattened when Clove lifted him up at full speed. He was so tiny that the giant could barely even see him… which was a problem for what he had planned. He couldn’t just ​feed​ him, as even the tiniest droplet would cause him to bulge out uncontrollably, but there weren’t a lot of other options either… Clove sighed and shrugged, figuring that it would be best to just try it out anyway and hope that it worked. Giving a short look towards his right breast, he made sure to turn around after pulling his original member from within the distended nipple, so as to make sure no one was caught up in the waterfall of milk that came pouring out. The snakecock slithered up his cleavage to where the old alpha was being held on the Deathclaw’s hands… and then eagerly slammed into Clove’s palm in order to devour the little thing in a single thrust. With the previous pack leader safely within the confines of his manhood, the giant enacted the second part of his plan: a little transformation of his own. The old alpha was bathed in a raging maelstrom of FEV-infused cum, battered on all sides by currents that made oceanic storms look like puddles by comparison. Rather than being torn apart at the seams, however, his body was allowed to take it all in and grow outwards, consuming Clove’s seed until it began to take on the same kind of proportions as Clove himself did. But the captive wasn’t there to be a replacement, or even a pet; as soon as he got big enough, he’d start noticing his body was elongating, becoming a lot taller and thinner than it should be. Poor bastard probably got a couple of seconds of consciousness to realize what was happening before Clove began to replace the very tissue on his original snakecock with the old alpha’s engorged body; the veiny surface grew coarse and rough like a Deathclaw’s hide, its base sporting the same kind of howling maw that his kind used to tear prey apart. An enormous head blossomed from his groin, perpetually stuck with its mouth open so the tongue-cock could freely move, snaking around Clove’s breast yet again until its tip, by that point replaced with a scaled-up version of the old alpha’s head, was ready to thrust into the giant nipple again. Clove stared down at what used to be a Deathclaw and was now just another one of his body parts. It would’ve been unthinkable just hours before, but it was right there in front of him; the greatest possible revenge he could’ve wrought was accomplished, and the short yelp of mindless pleasure that left his cock’s “throat” before it was muffled in another nipplefucking was the cherry on top of the perfect shake. But Clove had two snakecocks, and it wouldn’t do to only have one of them turned into some weird kind of hybrid. Thankfully for him, the male who took a special interest in “toughening him up” was right there for him to take, and though he ​did​ try to run after seeing what happened to their leader, poor thing couldn’t make it more than a couple of feet before nearly being smushed by one of Clove’s paws. He could very well absorb him through his skin at that point, add the insignificant mass to his own as a means of revenge, but seeing as how the old alpha was enjoying being one of snakecocks so badly, Clove thought it’d be rude of him not to share some of that love with his biggest bully. Effortlessly, he pinched the male’s body between two toes and threw him in the air, dislodging his second shaft from inside his nipple and using it as a second mouth; its tip opened wide, enough to swallow the smaller Deathclaw whole in a single “gulp” while he was still hanging in the air, before sending him off to be transformed by the cum-slurry. As a repeat of the alpha, this second one’s body was bent out of shape until it adapted to the snakecock around him, and for the second time that day, Clove’s groin sprouted a perpetually-howling yet silent maw with a massive snakelike, prehensile member protruding from the inside. His “victim’s” head adorned its tip, face stretched out to fit its size, an enormous tongue lolling out for just a second before Clove threw it right back inside of his left breast. With the major transformations complete, it was time for him to indulge a bit; still keeping his body at around a hundred feet in height, if only for the time being, he allowed himself to enjoy their newfound status as a god amongst Deathclaws by sitting down and relaxing onto a nearby mound, allowing the rest of his pack to climb onto him and find refuge in one of the many nooks and crannies created by his titanic bosom. Clove himself was busy watching his dicks pump up his tits; he adored watching their lengths swelling and contracting as enormous blobs of cum were forced through them, only to erupt violently into his massive breasts, swelling them up even more. It was a testament to his control over his own body that they weren’t already ten times his own size; he was keeping the FEV production under wraps until he could make sure he would have no one to rival him, at which point he’d just go completely insane to see how far he could take himself. But unbeknownst to him, his body had developed to such a point that, even despite his best efforts, some things just… slipped through the cracks. Compared to the rest of his pack, he was simply too large to notice when the many females became “glued” to his skin, unable to pull themselves away, only to then start slowly sinking into his form. They were so tiny that Clove couldn’t tell the difference; he only knew something was wrong when he started feeling his tits being pushed upwards. With his mind capable of running his body semi-independently from his conscious desires, it wasn’t surprising that it had decided to make good use of the sudden “donation” on the part of his old pack. And seeing as how the new alpha already sported a pair of tits large enough to dominate his whole body, then it was only fitting that all of those consumed females would turn into something similar! Thusly, before Clove had any opportunity to stop it, several more pairs of tits began sprouting underneath the first, competing for space on his torso while they ballooned to match the original pair’s size. All the giant could do at that point was scramble to his feet to avoid being completely buried, only to realize with some measure of panic that he had become too heavy to even ​move.​ Acting quickly, he allowed his nuts to start pumping out FEV-infused cum, figuring that it was better for his upper pair of breasts to swell even harder so long as he could make himself stronger for what was about to come. It was a race against himself, his torso sprouting four extra rows of fast-growing tits while the rest of him desperately tried to bulk up enough to keep Clove mobile. It got to the point where his topmost pair, no longer being the dominant one, began to push against his face; the Deathclaw god saw his muzzle stuffed into his own cleavage, which rose several feet above his head, obscuring the sun and nearly deafening him with how loudly it was churning. So stuffed with FEV that they were visibly pulsating with each heartbeat, it took all of Clove’s willpower to stop the flow, at which point the damage had been done; his height had been raised to two hundred feet, his entire front was covered in breasts… and he was reasonably certain that instead of regular nipples, they were capped with the faces of his pack’s females; it would certainly explain why he could still hear them begging to be stuffed with his seed. Of course, that wasn’t the end of it. With the females having been absorbed into him and Clove too busy dealing with it to do anything else, it was the males’ time to do their duty and add to his body. And if their former companions added rows of tits, it was only fair that ​they​ make Clove’s groin even more cramped than it already was. Before the titan had time to react, his nethers began sprouting a great number of extra cocks, all of them struggling to pierce through whatever little space was available in between his multiple cleavages; it was no easy feat, as all of those mounds of milky goodness were so immensely full that when they squished against one another, barely inches were left. Clove’s cocks had to forcefully part every inch of breastflesh just to burst free from its confines, at which point the giant Deathclaw, not wanting to have to walk around with his face getting smacked by about a dozen new shafts, began turning them all into snakecocks as well. Much like his first two, they took on the appearance of the members of the pack of he had absorbed, and seeing as how he was running out of space down below, he thought it best to reduce the number of Deathclaw heads on his nethers to three, and simply have each one possess multiple tongue-snakecocks. It didn’t really register with him how absurd his mutations had turned, mostly because he was too busy with ten simultaneous nipplefuckings driving him absolutely fucking crazy at every half-second. Moving had become a challenge in and of itself; not just because he was carrying that much weight around, but his mind was being assaulted with wave after wave of pleasure from his body going haywire with self-exploration. To most people, the ​idea​ of being on the receiving or giving end of a nipplefuck was enough to make their legs shake; and yet there he was, giving ​himself ten of those, while keeping around a couple of “normal” shafts in order to maintain an eternal titfuck for good measure. Each step deafened him with the sloshing of oceans of milk, only made worse when his quad-orbs began splitting into multiples once again; if he could’ve moved before, it rapidly became impossible when the remaining space between his legs was taken up by twenty rapidly-swelling nuts, each one heavy enough to flatten a steel girder, all of them together capable of lifting the Deathclaw off the ground! And there he stood… or sat, as the case may be, trapped on one side by his burgeoning cum factories and on the other by five sets of tits that just kept getting fuller the more the pumped them with his seed; and ​not​ filling them as hard as he could wasn’t an option as far as he cared. It took about two hours of carefully adjusting his FEV production and redirecting mass to make himself mobile again, if only just barely; he still had to drag his nuts around and push his tits out in front of him, leaving a massively wide trail of destruction wherever he went. By that point, the neighboring Deathclaw packs had already converged on his position, though Clove was smart enough to stop himself from absorbing them… at least until he felt it was necessary. Without any real direction or goal in mind, all he could do was move forward and hope something interesting happened; he’d heard stories of great beasts lurking in the more irradiated areas of the wasteland, of giants like him that smushed even power-armoured humans into paste with a single swift blow. If such things even existed, then they should be the perfect targets for him; he had his doubts, but if they did, he was eager to absorb them into himself, to make his body even greater than it already was. The thought alone was enough to make him shiver in anticipation, and despite his best efforts, it allowed a few of the Deathclaws hanging onto him to be taken in by his mass. Rather than sprouting more of the usual, however, Clove had a new idea in mind. With so much already adorning his divine frame, it was a crying shame that he only had two hands to pleasure himself with. Such a shame, in fact, that he figured it best to turn those eager devotees into a brand-spankin’-new set of arms; four of them, in fact, so he could lift every breast at once if he felt like it! However, it was difficult to find space for them, as his original pair was already so swollen and bulky that he had a hard time moving it around without being forced to flex from the amount of muscle stacked onto it; and seeing as how his musculature kept growing the more he strained himself, it was rapidly becoming a problem that even he couldn’t contain. Eventually, he had to give up what he was thinking and resort to a more drastic solution: if he couldn’t find room in his torso, he’d just use his back! With a creaking so loud that some of the burnt metal around him began to shatter from the vibrations in the air, and a flood of endorphins of such a scale that Clove himself had to stop moving just to enjoy it, several pairs of arms sprouted from behind him, his spine cracking loudly enough to be mildly uncomfortable when it was forced to grow multiple new bones structures just to keep those appendages mobile. Each one was as utterly gigantic as Clove’s originals, and each was all-but forced to constantly battle for moving space with every other; this caused them to rub and squeeze their vein-covered bulk as a matter of simple fact, something that made it extremely difficult for the Deathclaw to concentrate on anything else. All he could think about was ​muscle​. His muscle, the powerful sinew and fibrous tissue that made up his body. He wanted to flex and show it off, knowing it’d just make it grow more; he wanted the whole damn wasteland to see him swell to absurd proportions, just so he’d be visible from across the horizon. And after fighting it for what felt like too long, he finally gave in. Or he would’ve, if not for a loud, booming voice snapping out of his trance-like state. “Hey, shrimp!” The voice wasn’t familiar, or at least it was too rumbling and bassy for Clove to know who it belonged to. One thing was for certain, though: whoever spoke was at least big enough for the Deathclaw to hear. It wouldn’t be until he turned aside to look that his jaw dropped at the sight. He had thought himself big, massive even. He had thought of himself as a divine figure, a true god amongst his lower peers. But in front of him, blocking out the sun and casting a shade large enough to make even him look tiny, was a ​true​ god. It was a gecko, or least that was the closest analogue Clove could come up with. It shared the same colours and the head was the same, but that’s where the similarities ended, for its body was so unbelievably colossal that the Deathclaw felt like he was shrinking just by looking at it. It wasn’t as mutated as Clove was, sporting only a single cock and pair of balls, as well as a more conventionally masculine body shape, albeit with horrendously oversized pecs. But what he lacked in extra assets he made up for in ​size,​ being at least thrice as tall as Clove himself was and wide enough that the Deathclaw felt like an ant about to be squished by a hammer made out of raw power. It only got worse when he actually stepped forward and came closer, at which point Clove suddenly realized the godly gecko was even ​larger​ than he thought. “I heard of an upstart trying to take my turf,” he boomed, voice powerful enough to nearly throw Clove backwards from the sonic blast, “and I’m feeling generous today, so unless you want me to eat you and take whatever made you that big, ​scram!”​ For a moment, Clove honestly considered just running away; it felt like the obvious solution to the problem, even if it made him squirm at the injustice of it all. He’d just been granted a free ticket to divinity, and here it was being revoked by someone several miles further down the line than he was. How could he hope to compete with someone of that power? “Hey, you heard me?!” the gecko’s voice raised with anger, “I said ​beat it​, now fuck off!” It was so unfair! He’d come so far, he refused to just turn around and forget about his plans! … but wait… did he even have to? Clove beat himself up for forgetting such an obvious, and yet crucial bit of information. Why was he worrying so much about this upstart of a gecko trying to intimidate him into leaving? If that pathetic creature truly was a god like him, he wouldn’t need to resort to threats or implied violence; he’d just take what was his by right and move on! Yes, that was it, that was the truth; this ​thing​, this big pile of muscles was nothing more than a fool pretending to be something else… and Clove would prove it. With a snap of his fingers, he allowed his body to cut loose and finally start doing some proper work on growing him out. He’d been holding back until that point, and it took the shock of seeing someone that gigantic to remind him that he was fully capable of being even larger. Each one of his breasts suddenly swelled when a deluge of FEV-cum flooded them, quickly enough for Clove to be pushed backwards, leaving deep claw marks on the ground; this wouldn’t last long, as his nuts began to bloat with renewed production as well, the mutagen acting on them as much as it was on everything else, leading to their size ​exploding​ while the rest of the Deathclaw’s body tried to catch up. “Wha-... what the fuck?!” the gecko screamed, taking a step back when his target refused to back down, “You think you can outgrow me?! Fuckin’ runt, I’ll show you!” With that, the gecko clenched his fists and hunched over, flexing his upper body to the point where every single vein was visible to some degree or another; predictably, he began growing as well, his own bulk building on itself until it nearly buried his head. But as much as the gecko tried to compete, he was hopelessly out of his league; all he could do was increase his size linearly, while Clove was happy just multiplying himself over and over again. Without even trying, he was half the size of his opponent; mere seconds later, he was large as the gecko had been initially. He could’ve carried on, utterly dwarfing the poor thing; the two were already massive enough to be visible from over the horizon, but Clove knew he was barely even started. Still, there was something cute about that little thing thinking they were hot shit. Even after the Deathclaw matched him pound for pound, he kept trying, kept flexing in a futile attempt to dethrone the ​true​ god amongst the two. And Clove just couldn’t help but find that endearing. He opened his maw and allowed even more FEV to flood his system; it was time for a reward.

Better Chance than Nothing Vi’s guts rumbled. She pressed her hand to her belly hoping it wasn’t noticeable to the people working around her. “Shit,” she mouthed quietly. “Not now, not now.” She repeated as she packed up her purse and e-mailed her boss for the afternoon off because of womanly problems. It wasn’t a lie, entirely. Sliding herself out of her chair she grabbed her coat and made for the exit. She could already feel the warmth rising. She wished she’d worn pants today and not the pencil skirt. By the time she was at the elevator she felt exposed. She could feel her hips pressing against the fabric. She swore others could see the faint shadow of fur around her ankles. Her shoes were already getting tight too. She pressed herself into the corner waiting for the elevator doors to open. It was nearly lunchtime and they were going to be cramped, full, and very slow. She fidgeted. Twenty flights of stairs were starting to look good as she winced from another cramp. Others had filed in to the elevator lobby, more would come. She leaned against the wall, clutching her coat to her chest. Her rump, pressed against the wall already felt bigger, the skirt wasn’t going to take much more. Worse she swore she could feel the wriggling numb of her spine starting to press outwards. The elevator dinged. She breathed a small sigh of relief as it was the one closest to her, and she was able to slide into a back corner opposite the only other occupant before the rest piled in. No one spoke to her, or at least if they did, she didn’t hear. She tried vainly to focus on getting to her car. The elevator insisted on stopping every floor. More people came in. She could feel herself being pressed into the corner by the closeness of others. She began to sweat. Her nose picked up the tell-tale signs that she was getting aroused. To her the musk smelled pungent. She swore everyone in the elevator could smell it, but no one looked her way. The elevator continued it’s decent. Each floor stop she could feel the pressure on the back of her skirt as the nub twitched. Her toes were cold now, she hoped she would get to keep these shoes but she dared not take them off where others could see her changing feet. By the time they hit ground floor she was a nervous wreck as most of the people exited. Most continued to ignore her, but one woman gave her a backwards glance and wrinkled her nose slightly. Vi was mortified. Only two men remained in the elevator with her moving down to the subfloors. She finally saw the light flash for G3 as the last ding make her heart leap. She might escape after all. She forced her way between the two men. She hoped they’d ignore her, but by a trick of the echos she could hear them even as the doors closed behind her. “Wow look at that ass. I’d like to hit that.” “Dude, I know, she smells like she’s ready to go.” Vi’s mortification hit new heights. The garage was quiet. Her car farther than she’d like away from the elevator. Somewhere there were roving security, and at night she often had one escort her to the car, but not now. Not like this. The click of her heels echoed. She stopped next to a buick and slipped off her shoes, noting the small signs of stretching. They should be alright, as she tucked them into her purse. Freed from the shoes her swelling toes had already turned dark and hard. It was already getting harder to walk on them and she lifted herself up onto her toes, letting the tips of her nails clop on the ground even as they grew in faster now. The fur was already up to her knees, brown and velvety. There wasn’t much time left. She reached behind herself and edged down her skirt zipper a little, easing the tightness across her hips. She breathed a slight sigh, and started back towards her car again. By the time she reached the car the changes were speeding up. Her thighs were thickening, and she could feel herself all but dripping from the warmth in her groin. She beeped the car and opened the door, levering herself into the driver’s seat. She quickly pulled the door shut and hit the lock button. “Safe,” she muttered. It wasn’t entirely true, but enough. She tossed her purse and coat into her passenger seat. Then she struggled to raise her growing ass up enough to finish sliding down the zipper. The flick of her growing tail reminded her how far she was gone already. She kept the panties, but she knew they were already ruined, the seeping musk and the stretched elastic were going to send this pair into the garbage. Pressing down she let the skirt fall around her stretching ankles. She dared not drive until her feet finished changing. If they shot out too quickly, she’d lose control of the car. She forced her tail to one side, hoping it wouldn’t pinch too much as she buckled in. She felt the seatbelt rubbing across two sensitive hotspots near her groin. She winced a little. Taking a deep breath, she hoped she could hold on to herself until she could get home. The desire for sex was overwhelming now. No, not just sex. She wanted cock. Big, thick, meaty, cock. She tried to get the lewd images out of her head, but only found herself feeling the swelling in her panties as it pressed against her gusset. She shook her head a few times. No, she wasn’t going to do this here. Tentatively she reached out and pressed down the break and pressed the ignition. The car sprang to life. She shifted into reverse and began to slowly back out. Rounding up the ramps she was thankful there was no guard at the exit, just a key pass. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this. The rubbing of the seatbelt was already becoming more and more distracting as thick globes began to swell under it. The sunlight revealed more than she wanted to see right now. She turned on to the streets and made for the highway. Each stop light became a torture. Her fingers would drift down, teasing the edges of her panties as she waited for the green. Then she’d focus again, and on she went. Thankfully, it was just light lunch traffic today. She could see the fur climbing over her knees and up her thighs as she drove. Her tail twitched incessantly under her. It was driving her insane. It only took twenty minutes to pull into the driveway, the garage door lifting, but it was too long and she was losing her mind to the ravages of lustful images. The garage door had barely closed when she stepped out. Her hooves clattering against the concrete floor. Her tail swishing wildly as it was freed from its prison between her giant ass and her car seat. The fur was all the way up to her hips now. Hips that swung like a stripper’s as she pranced inside, revealing the full extent of her debauchery. Her panties were barely holding on, stretching in so many directions. It didn’t matter now though, she pulled them down, feeling the release as her puffed up sex filled the room with potent pheromones. The two breasts that stuck out from her groin were tipped with dark nipples, so contrary to her naturally light pinkish ones. She squeezed one, feeling the sensation ripple through her. Ditching her blouse and bra, she stretched and gently scratched the line of fur separating her equine lower half from her very human upper half. Now free to deal, she strode through the house to her bedroom. She wanted a man. Maybe someday, but for now there was ‘Chance’, her giant horse-cock dildo. She wanted it. She needed it. Her cunt was sopping with excitement already. She spread her hooves wide and drove it home. Over and over she let it press in, her body demanding more. She panted and heaved, switching from her back to bending over to kneeling. Anything to get satisfaction. She could go like this for ages, and for a while she was tempted to. The orgasms came fast and hard and she enjoyed ever quivering, pulsing moment of them. It was finally thirst that drew her away from her toy. She licked it clean before setting it aside for a proper cleaning, and dabbed off the mess of juices that were drying in her fur. Sniffing she realized she’d need a shower to clean all that off her. Standing proved to be a little hard, her legs were still quivering, and hooves were a lot harder to walk on than her normal feet. Still she clopped her way to the kitchen where she grabbed the bottles of Gatorade that she kept for days playing tennis. She gulped on down quickly and sighed, leaning back on the counter, making sure not to pin down her flicking tail. Looking down at her broad hips and equine sex, she wondered how she’d even come to this. There was no family curse, no random mystical old woman she’d offended, or anything else she could think of. She just, well, turned into half a mare every so often and went a little sex crazy. She cracked open a second Gatorade, and sipped this one. It wasn’t so bad, she supposed. A little inconvenient, but the orgasms were pretty good. Heck, the tail was even kind of fetching. Now, if she could only find a guy with a nice horse cock to settle down with to deal with some of her baser urges. She smiled and set down her drink. She bent down, letting her tail raise. This position felt so good. The cool air swirled around her moist lips. She bit her lip and began fantasizing about being taken roughly from behind. Her mound pressed back; her tail raised. She wiggled her hips and moaned as her hormones rushed in again. Maybe she wasn’t done with Chance for the night quite yet. This time though, she remembered to take the Gatorade with her as she sashayed her equine hips back into the bedroom, feeling the rubbing of her velvet lips against her fur.

(M tf F Talbuk) The human warrior Madinas wandered into the Lion's Pride Inn, better known as Goldshire Inn. As usual the place was packed with some of the most unhinged delinquents Azeroth has ever known. Even the roof of the building is covered with deviants, some of whom were entirely naked for no apparent reason. Madinas had been working with an undead lately, so the guards in Stormwind were suspicious of him. Rather than waste time being questioned there, he was forced to instead come this place- the bar and inn equivalent of a glory hole. He plopped down in a chair in the far corner, trying to be as far from anyone else as possible and keep a low profile. Meanwhile a dwarven sorceress jumps up onto the table she was sitting at to shout drunkenly at her Draenei partner. "What is the point?! A new form! E'rry damn other halfwit be out there chasin' better loot to raise a buncha arbitrary numbers! Ya need ta ask them what is th'point! What I collect, I keep. Tis always as relevant as th'day I found it! Forms and mounts! And in this case- both!" The draenei sighed, resting his chin in a palm as he put an elbow on the table and nudged the dwarf off the table with his other hand so she would get back in her seat. "I never heard of a polymorph that can do that anyway, are you sure it is real? Did you actually test it? I know Druids can shapeshift into a mount- but that is completely different, and you have no Nature magic." "Oh tis real, I got it from th'best place ta learn any magic- Kharazan!" "...I have been through Kharazan library- I never seen a mount polymorph." "T'was in the basement." "The basement you can't get in because the barred door literally won't even let you interact with it?" "Sheep polymorph. Ya cannot control yer actions while sheeped- also often ignores the collision detection on objects, letting ya glitch inta places... or fall inta an unending sea of nothingness. Fifty-fifty." "So you like mounts SO much, that you are willing to turn yourself into one, just to say you got that one more?" "Ah, but tis only step 1 of my ingenious plan! See, people often refer to yer kind as goat folk, aye?" The draenei sighed. "All too often. Also the internet just randomly decided we all have horse dicks. Weird they keep referring to us as goats then, I don't really get either correlation." "Well I have prepared a mana filter that will half-ass tha polymorph, so I only partially turn inta a Talbuk. If it makes me tall like one, get tha horns like one, and tha hooves..." The draenei raised a brow. "You're trying to make yourself look like a knock-off Draenei? I feel like I should be offended by that, but I am more confused than anything." "Aha- but if I look like a Draenei I can then go to Nagrand and get the REAL Talbuk mounts without tha reputation grind!" "...that isn't how that works at all, but okay. For the sake of watching you fail, I will allow it." The female dwarf smirked, ready to show her partner wrong. She stood up on her chair this time and adjusted her bra, heaving her tits up, back, and forth before twiddling her fingers to loosen her joints. She concentrated then grabbed her staff and tapped it to herself. A pale blue flash went off... and then nothing. The draenei sighed again. "I was hoping it would mess up more obviously so I could point and laugh. This wasn't even funny." The dwarf grumbled. "It will work! It is just a tiny bit o' mana compared to tha full poly- it is probably slower! I don't wanta turn meself all tha way." Meanwhile back in the corner of the pub, Madinas is glaring at the fire trying to drown out the crowd- especially the Goblin banging a house cat on the bar counter. Madinas immediately snapped out of it and straightened himself, feeling rather unusual. There was a subtle tingle, almost like the feeling of getting goosebumps, except much deeper in his body and persistent. It rippled down from head to toe, but seemed to linger in greater prominence the further down it went. He felt his nerves unintentionally relax, and he felt oddly... good? He placed his hands on the edge of the table and stretched his legs out under it, but his eyes widened as his muscles continued to stretch past what they are supposed to be able to. His skin felt a subtle prickle that made his legs itch, making him squirm because he did not want to actually bend over and scratch at risk of calling attention to himself. Dark grey hair like on his head started to sprout on his shins, but grew in abnormally soft, and thick... like fur. More alarming however were the soft crunching and snapping sounds of the bones in his feet reshaping! His feet stretched out as the bones kept growing- but the feet did not become any wider so when the bones grow; they press into one another and start to merge together! His ankles were quickly exposed as his shoes now just hung onto the ends of his lengthening feet. His central toe regressed as the two beside it grew huge with its stolen mass. His outer two toes lagged behind as the lengthening continued, causing them to distance themselves from the main two and also fold back in toward one another. Soon the sole of his feet became a cannon bone, and the nails of his four digits exploded in size! The nails growing caused the skin around them to feel itchy a moment as it was shoved out of the way and had to conform around the new masses. As the nails thickened they turned from translucent to grey and then a charcoal grey; a near-black. Two tiny rounded pyramid shaped blocks on the regressed two rear digits and then two sharper pointed ones in the front- giving Madinas cloven hooves! The leg fur also erupted in length further down- overlapping half the primary hoof and completely swallowing the two dew claws! It became very long, fluffy fetlocks, and tapered off at his knees. The color seemed to change before that though- going from grey like his hair at the bottom to a black fur just before the knee. He glanced around nervously to see if anyone was looking at him, then allowed himself to at least itch his arms which were also feeling tingly. After a moment he realized there was something else in his sleeves. He pulled a sleeve back and gasped at the sight of his arm hair having grown too! Like his legs- dark toward the elbows and grey at his wrists! The changes seemed to stop for now at least. He narrowed his eyes and scratched his mustache as he scanned the crowd. Someone must be messing with him with some sort of magic. But who? Someone find out he has been working with someone on the Horde side? Someone who used to belong to the For Instance guild that realized he usurped the entire guild just so he could use its vault as private storage? The Tauren forced to work for the barmaster brought over Madinas' drink, and Madinas gave him a half nod in acknowledgement. The unhappily employed Tauren just huffed- never one to talk, and doesn't speak Common besides. When he snorted the large septum ring in his bovine nostrils lifted up for a moment from the force of his breath and he walked back behind the bar. Madinas did a double-take though; at first passing off the interaction entirely but then being stunned by how handsome he looks. Wait, what? Mad is straight! And it is a Tauren! It must be the magic fucking with his head! He is also calmer than he should be, given the situation. Madinas knows he should be really bothered by this, but was only mildly disturbed and more curious than anything. The female dwarf was downing her fourth draft by now, trying to get some of the brew head that stuck to the inside of the mug with her tongue. "Maybe I went a little too subtle?" The Draenei was still sipping on his first drink. "You mean your spell? You were actually still waiting for it to do something?? If by subtle you mean you did absolutely nothing at all- then yes. You definitely did do that." The dwarf grumbled. "Tis a work in progress! Ya can't rush art!" She once again cast her polymorph and tapped her staff to herself in an attempt to transform. Of course- neither the dwarf nor her partner realized that every time she tapped the staff to herself, she was actually tapping the gaudy pendant she had around her neck- which was reflecting the spell across the room at Madinas. Madinas once again went rigid at the subtle feeling of a spell taking effect. He once again looked around the room for anyone looking at him but seen no one. Surely the person targeting him had to be in the pub with him, otherwise how would they know exactly where he is to target him in the first place? But no one was looking at him! He blushed and pretended to be brushing his mustache out so he could lean forward and casually cover his face a bit to hide his reactions. It also gave a bit more room to the lump of flesh that was growing in between his butt cheeks! He is growing a tail! Madinas sat back and got his elbows off the table so fast he almost fell backwards in his chair as he realized his hands were trying to change too! He put them below the table so no one would see. His palms stretched a bit, bulking up and causing his central three fingers to push further away from his pinky and thumb. His nails were turning dark as they thickened as well. He needs to figure out who is doing this and stop them- fast! But he can't just pull out his sword and start swinging or everyone will run in every direction and he will never figure out who actually did it to be able to fix it again! And someone will probably start grinding on his blade like a phallic metaphor, because there is always that one guy. The inn doesn't have indoor plumbing so going to hide temporarily in the bathroom would mean wandering out of the building and over to the outhouse. He was already fairly close to the stairs leading up to the inn rooms so he dashed up those, or... dash may be a generous term. He stumbled quickly. As soon as he tried to move he stumbled on his shoes which now don't function at all on his hooves. He then startled himself with the sound of his hooves against the hardwood floor, but it is so noisy in the pub all the time that no one but Madinas himself heard it. He leaned heavily on the hand railing to get up the stairs- his hooves did not have great traction on hard surfaces and were a much narrower surface to stand on besides. The fur was so bushy on his lower legs it sort of looked like he had weird feathered bellbottom pant legs. His tail was now a notable bulge down the back of his pants, completely filling his butt crack and starting to curve up under his balls in the front from lack of room! It was also starting to grow fur on it, which was tickling his butt uncomfortably! He finally shambled to the top of the stairs, now a bit bow-legged so the growing hairs don't get bent in on themselves. A woman was coming downstairs from one of the orgies in the rooms though and stopped, having almost walked right into Madinas coming up the stairs. Madinas looked at her breasts almost directly in his face and backed up, then to the side to walk around her. By then his tail had grown around to the front of his pants though, and the fur started to get a LOT longer, causing the front of his pants to balloon forward- shoved outward by the blossoming fur getting trapped in his underpants! The woman glanced down and a smiled immediately spread across her face at the massive bulge. "Damn hun, that a tail in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" "A tail." He continued to walk around her. "Well... alright. I can take a hint... yeesh." Both rooms were already occupied with orgies... like usual. So he slipped into the dead-end hall between the two just to get out of people's visibility. It also means if his attacker wants to keep changing him; they will be forced to reveal themselves- because there is only one way in and out of the hall and he is the only person currently in it. His tail was too cramped to move out on its own, it was pinned in place, so he had to reach around himself and pull it out by the base. It almost resembles a horse tail but not quite. The flesh portion of the tail is MUCH longer than on a horse, and the fur tapers at the top- it is relatively short at the base and doesn't get extremely long till the halfway point where it billows out. The fur was different from his limbs though. This time black at the tip and faded to... BLUE at the base. Catching him off-guard his legs changed a bit more while Mad was twisted around looking at his tail- causing him to nearly fall over, catching himself on a small table at the edge of the hall! His shins and thighs got a tiny bit longer- in addition to the new length of having cannon bones instead of soles meant he is at least two feet taller than he used to be. He can feel pulses travelling into his arms too- the pulses themselves are very subtle and hard to notice at all if not for the growth that followed them, surging in the same direction the pulse travels. His arms were getting longer now too- the two bones of his forearm fusing into only one, and his hands getting longer and more misshapen as they devolve toward cloven hooves too! The fur on his forearm spread to consume the underside as well, and started to slowly climb up onto the backs of his lengthening hands! Madinas made a very strange sound unintentionally as a surge suddenly went off in his head! It felt like the front of his skull turned to goo and attempted to surge forward, only to be stopped by his skin not changing with it! His upper and lower jaw both projected out a bit more but not by a lot. The end of his nose lengthened coming closer to his upper lip, and the cartilage in the bridge of his nose let out a loud, hollow pop as it became wider but projected less off his face. The surge of growth however did not stop- it just deflected off the outer tissue; gathering into two points and when it hit his temples two bumps immediately swelled out on his forehead! The bumps started to narrow and lengthen, becoming rounded cones, then sharpened cones as the skin broke. Rather than bleed, the skin seemed to stretch itself wider and roll back to allow the growing horns through willingly! Madinas got shakily to his feet... er, hooves I mean, and leaned back against a wall, catching his breath, a bit overwhelmed from the onslaught of changes. He felt a strange urge to keep changing- as if he had any control of it at all. But he also doesn't want to change? His body seems to be caught in limbo between the two forms- it knows one of them is wrong and it should be the other, but because the two are equalizing his body doesn't know which half to side with! Madinas had to lean his head further forward as his horns continued to grow- shoving against the wall behind him with their lengthening points! The horns are charcoal grey at the base like his hooves but become true black as they grow out. Every so often he will wince and a surge of bone will shove further out of his skull creating a bulbous ridge on the horn- their surface is not smooth. He tried to reach up and scratch his mustache as a nervous tick, but his devolving hand caught hair before it should have been able to! He has grown a beard! Almost exclusively on his chin alone, it is fairly long and soft- made of fur instead of hair, and is so pale it is almost white? Long legs, goat beard, but a long bushy tail? Talbuk features. But why? And how? He cracked his neck and rubbed the back, feeling several more bumps- more horns stunted in their early stage of growth. Madinas looked at his front hooves with a sound that was almost a whimper. Well, no grabbing his sword now. When he finds who did this he will have to just beat some sense into them with his bare hooves. Now he was sort of glad he was in Goldshire Inn... of all the places to be- this is the least likely place for anyone to bat an eyelash at a half-Talbuk man. With his pants down a bit in the back to let his tail swish out, the front was pulled tighter against his unwanted erection. You could easily hear the sounds of sex going on through the wall on either side of the hall... because they were using Global Chat like Neanderthals. But more than that, his genitals tingled with an unfamiliar sensation as well, making him nervous their change was going to be next... but the spell seems to be tapering off again. His balls seem to be clenched up against his torso like they were ejaculating something but nothing but a slow supply of pre was actually coming out, and that doesn't even come from the balls. Madinas stood in the hall for some time nervously. His erection would not go away and he had no idea what to do. He was hoping his assailant would come find him, because he did not want to go anywhere looking like he does now. His pants only cover to his knees at this point because of his very long legs- and his shirt sleeves only to his elbows. What isn't covered by clothing is covered n bushy, powdery soft fur. Downstairs the dwarf gawks at the ten empty mugs on the table in front of her while her friend finishes his first off and places it down. Her friend can see her scowl through all the empty glasses as she sits cross-armed in frustration, waiting for her spell to have an effect. It would be easier for her to wait it out if she was at least drunk- but being a dwarf; she is still at least twelve drinks away from that. Human beers are like tap water to her. "Oh fer crying out laud! Is there some 'idden threshold where me magic don't do shit if I cast too little?!" Her friend just smirked. "Kek." "AAaargh!!" She jumped up onto the table, kicking the empty mugs aside and twirled her staff in the air! The air in the room seemed to suck in toward her for a moment as she gathered a burst of mana and the air around her gained a pale tinge of blue glow! She held her staff out and everyone paused what they were doing to watch her. She spun it around in one hand and clacked it against the pendant on her chest... and nothing happened, again. Everyone went back to what they were doing and her friend just shrugged at her. "You realize with all the effort you are putting into doing this the 'easy way', you could have just gone to Nagrand and started grinding the normal way." "Argh!" She cracked her staff against the floor and vanished into thin air- teleporting herself to Nagrand. This time luckily Madinas was not around for her final spell to strike, though it did still reflect off her pendant. Madinas was upstairs though. So the reflected spell hit his sword blade sitting by his empty chair instead, reflecting upstairs off the doorknob of the occupied room, then the painting on the wall across from Madinas at the end of the dead-end hall and hit him regardless. What can I say? Some days were just meant to suck. Madinas gasped and staggered forward as this surge hit him hard! He caught himself with his two hooves against the opposite wall before he fell to the floor completely. Not only was the dose of mana much stronger, but his genitals had been teetering at the edge of change already from the last time, so this one sent the changes into effect instantly! Someone banged on the wall from the other side. "Hey, can you keep it down out there, we're trying to fuck." One testicle then the other popped up into him! Oh no, that isn't normal for a Talbuk... unless it is a female. The spell originated from a female Dwarf, so naturally the form she was using is also female. He yanked open his pants with his front hooves trying to see the damage to his genitals but was distracted immediately with two growing neon pink dots? They formed on his crotch and the skin coloration started to spread out. The centers popped up suddenly into little nubs and Madinas immediately recognized them as nipples! Mammary glands well insulated by fat deposits swelled up and out behind the newly formed teats and grew into soft hills, then jiggly orbs! They grew and stretched the skin at the same speed the coloration was spreading across the skin, making it look like the change was idled. Madinas was breathlessly moaning at the assault of feelings from his groin. He could not even watch anymore, because his shirt was rising up and out, blocking his view! At first he thought he was growing boobs for some reason, but it was just fur... a LOT of fur. It grew so bushy off his chest that it was stretching his shirt out, packed with fluff! He started to pant even harder from too much heat! Madinas pawed at his shirt trying to pull it off but his hooves were unable to do anything to it at all. The fabric was pulled too taut with pressurized fur for him to even try to hook it between hoof segments. The snow white fur also spread down, covering his midriff and connecting to his crotch which was now also covering itself in white fur instead of pubic hairs. His balls devolved into ovaries, and on their trip back inside they dragged open the passage that formed into a vagina before billowing out a new space to crown- the womb. Even now his erection would not go away. The transformation seemed to be affecting his mind a bit too, because while he was panicked about the changes, he kept unintentionally wanting the change to speed up to completion... rather than reverse. His body was being fooled into thinking talbuk was his true form and to stop the change would be to reach the finish line. Instead of unusual changes and an alien biology, his body was now treating his remaining humanity as the outsider. The parts that are still human are the ones that feel wrong and out of place. The talbuk parts feel good, familiar, correct. His erection was shoved further and further out by the growing curve of the swelling udder, fattening up and filling his crotch! The teats did not really grow- they remained not much more than large, turgid bumps; but the udder grew. The fattening tits shoved his pants even further down- his tail already lowered it in the back, so now they just fell loose and pooled around his rear hooves. The growing curve took up more space and squished the fat, rubbery flesh against his shaft harder and harder, shoving it back uncomfortably since its erect and doesn't really bend. The base felt like it was starting to sink back into his body! Like his pelvic floor was collapsing more than it already did. The growing udder was shoving his penis away, smothering his manhood with fat female endowments! The white fur turned to a peach fuz on the lower portion of the udder and then tapered off- leaving the majority of the udder a hairless neon pink. His penis regressed more and more- the changes triggering all the pleasure nerves in it without there being any actual touch, driving him nuts. Like being edged painfully slow. He... er, she? She bent over and rammed her butt against the wall behind her to grind her fattening slit against the wall to relieve the feeling. The labia that used to be her scrotum fattened up and felt wonderful to stretch and squish against the wall, and the pulling tugged on her devolving penis. The shaft vanishing into her entirely to line her vaginal passage and swell out her entire pubic mound as its foundation. Only the glans remained visible, but shrank into a vaguely heart-shaped knob. What had been the foreskin now served as the hood of her new clitoris. Her two fat udder segments wobbled violently under her as she ground her pussy against the wall- her grunts and moans joining those of the people on the other side of the walls. Her voice was starting to devolve though; starting to sound like a very low-pitched goat. The fur on her forearms and chest joined and spilled up over her shoulders, changing colors again. Only its underside is snow white. The body is blue with black stripes. Though Talbuk do come in several other colors- pick up yours today in Outland's Nagrand! Her horns grew even bigger- starting to strain her neck to even hold them up. It also caused her to furrow her brow, just because the base of the horns now occupies most of her forehead, so its shoving the skin down. The bridge of her nose expanded again, this time the skin turning hard and dark as keratin bleeds out from her skull, hardening the surface into several overlapped scutes; creating an armored layer up the bridge of her enlarged nose, connecting to the base of either horn. This also made her nostrils much larger and narrow, giving the end of her nose a rounded triangular point and put its end level with her upper lip, which became cleft! From Madinas' upper neck another set of horns grew out at only half the length of her gigantic primary horns, then at the middle a third set at half the size of those, and then a fourth set at the base of her neck at half the size of those- basically just wide spikes. Her neck itself did not change though, so the four sets of horns barely fit on her in the first place- she could not bend her neck back at all or all the horns lock together and prevent it. The fur on her crotch and her legs met and then consumed her rump to join onto the fur of her tail! As soon as the coat was completed there her hips gave a very loud, dry popping sound and reformed! In a panic Madinas snapped out of her grinding her pussy on the wall and tried to get up, realizing she could not! Her hips reformed into a quadruped stance! She placed her fore hooves onto the wall in front of her instead, and used them to slowly step up the wall. Maybe if she got onto two legs this way she could hold the pose. Her spine gave off several hollow pops and she arched her gut forward suddenly without meaning to! Her midriff lengthened! Then her shoulder blades snapped several times, shuffling forward further, and then with a loud pop the joint where her arms socket into the shoulder blades shifted to their new lowest, most forward point- making her forelimbs those of a quadruped too! The force of her shoulders shifting ripped her shirt in half through the back, and the remains slid off down her arms. She slid back down the wall with a grunt of frustration. The changes seemed to stop again... not that there was a lot left to lose at this point anyway. Her upper torso, neck, and half her head was still human and that was basically it. She tried to look at her groin under herself but it was an absolute mountain of fluff under her. The fur on a Talbuk's neck and chest is massive and soft as powder. Even wiggling her hips a little bit she could very clearly feel her udders swinging around under her though. So even without being able to look- she can tell they are big. Madinas was also frustrated with herself that she didn't care more than she does. This is terrible! Her humanity was stolen by some unknown attacker! Her enemies are probably hiding somewhere giggling like idiots at the state they left her in. But she wasn't upset. Her body felt good, and FELT normal. She felt kind of weak, and vulnerable but also pretty. Like she wanted to be vulnerable, so a big strong mate could scoop her up and protect her. But she can't just stand around here! They were able to target her even in this hall- without actually being in the hall with her. That means nowhere in Goldshire is safe. But how can she sneak out like this? Someone will try to put her in reins! Or mount her! Or... mount her, the other way. Madinas remembered something, kicking the remains of his now useless outfit around he knocked the Hearthstone out of his pocket. Aha- using your Hearthstone will teleport you back to your chosen Inn, which is most certainly not Lion's Pride. She hasn't had to use this in a while now but if she recalls correctly it should be Darkshore, which isn't even on the same continent. It is also quite underpopulated, so she could probably trot out of the inn without actually being seen by anyone. And then her attacker cannot find her, because there would be no way to track her after she teleports and even if they could it would take them half a day to get over there. That also means she cannot turn back to normal though. At this point a strategic retreat seemed the only option- just prevent the situation from getting worse, then figure out how to fix it. Madinas activated the Hearthstone and teleported out of the inn, unfortunately having to abandon her gear for now. She squinted at the horizon, taking several long moments before her eyes even adjusted enough to see in the first place. But Darkshore is... well, dark. This isn't Darkshore! Where did she set her hearth?! Streams of mana floating in the void of space... shattered fragments of land drifting out into oblivion over a rolling green paradise of grasslands. OH NO. This isn't even the same PLANET. She teleported to Nagrand! So much of Madinas is changed that her hearth location also changed- to the home stables of the talbuk! She turned around and immediately seen a male talbuk smelling her rump! Aaaah! She isn't ready for this! Wait, ready? No, she means she doesn't want this at all! Right? Is... that what she means? What part of her mind is it influencing and what thoughts are really her own? She blushed furiously as the bull talbuk snorted, blowing all the fur on her back the wrong way with his hot breath! Oh no oh no oh no, she needs to move! Why isn't she moving!? She should be moving her legs now. Like right now. He is definitely going to... should... c'mon.... Her expression was one of discouragement. She took one half-step away from the bull talbuk, then another full step, but then stepped back. She was curious! She wanted to know what it felt like! But it is wrong and she needs to go! Oh, but he is so handsome and he likes her! Aaargh, but she needs to get the hell back to Azeroth and try to fix this! His front hooves bumped her rump slightly and she moved forward slightly, but then his chest landed on her butt, stunning her. The moment she felt the tip of his long, narrow, mushroomed phallus brush her labia Madinas' mind immediately blanked and she thrust her hips back and impaled herself! Her massive udders swung back and bopped his testicles lightly! He scoot up her body further and wrapped his fore hooves around her midriff tightly as he started thrusting and grunting. Ah~ he must be the alpha bull, that is why he mounted her so quickly! She is a new talbuk in the herd, he is marking her as his own! The dwarf glanced at the field at all the Talbuk as she went to turn in some reputation items she got from killing Ogre. They all look so majestic, she cannot wait to have them in her collection of mounts, even that really weird short-necked one getting fucked right now. She grumbled at how little her reputation went up from turning in the items. "This's goin' ta take forever. Let's give 'er one last Dwarven try!" She once again attempted her spell, and once again it did nothing, because she hasn't taken the damn pendant off. The dwarf returned to her grind, not realizing her spell fired into the herd of corralled Talbuk. Of course you cannot turn a Talbuk into a Talbuk, so the spell fazed through all the actual Talbuk with zero effect- only stopping when it hit Madinas... for a fourth time in a row. Even on a different planet she somehow managed to be in the line of fire. Her face was bright red and her ears felt like they were on fire, so she barely noticed the gentle tugging feeling as her ears reformed to leaf-shaped ears, and gained the ability to pivot around separately of her head. Not only was she being fucked by a bull Talbuk she never met before, she is outdoors! There are people around, anyone at all can see her getting fucked by this beast! Her udders wobbled around energetically from the bull's thrusts. Madinas was practically hyperventilating and her neck started to make rapid-fire crunching sounds as it stretched longer! The vertebrae popped apart and new ones solidified in the gaps one another! The array of horns divided thanks to the added distance, spacing them out properly so she could actually bend her neck again. Her nose tried to become even longer, but now that it was already level with her upper jaw- it yanked the jaw out with it! Her entire face started to deform, pulling out from the rest of the skull! Her mustache and beard started to spread fur across the rest of her face- though the beard remained distinct in that it is many times longer than the rest. The beard is white and underside of her jaw, but the front of her face is pitch black and fades to blue on the top of her head. With her skull growing out, her horns had room to grow even bigger than they already were! The base stretched wider and further forward making them absolutely giant, and heavily ribbed- a full half-circle arch with a very slight upturn at the tips. Talbuk look a bit like goats, but are sized more like horses... though their tall, narrow legs may better resemble a deer. As the fur traveled between face and shoulders it became extremely long, like on the chest. It is so soft though that it does not compact down, making it also very bushy- almost hiding the last two sets of horns in fluff. Madinas knew she should be worried but not what for, and wasn't able to do it anyway. All she could think about is how good it feels to have this stud pounding her! It felt so goooood to be stretched around his throbbing shaft! To feel how powerful he is, gripping her tightly and pounding against her. His warm breath on her back, tickling her bushy fur, aaah~. Madinas has a brief jolt of very short-lived panic as her face snaps and crunches out longer and longer- she can see it taking up the middle of her vision but then becomes so long that it pushes her eyes to the sides of her head... once again removing itself from her field of vision. Worry... something? The last. Last of what? Who is...? Mmm fuuuck. The last of Madinas' humanity vanished and giddy joy erased any lingering ghosts of distress she may have felt. She let out several deep fluting sounds in rapid fire from her nose as the bull pounded her- the Talbuk equivalent of giggling. She was already unintentionally horny for a while thanks to all the changes, so she climaxed almost immediately after he started thrusting earnestly and had a second orgasm before he hit his one and dismounted! She folded her legs under herself and rest in the sun-heated grass to catch her breath afterwards, and the bull Talbuk remained standing beside her to make sure everyone knew she was his now- part of his herd, off limits. Little did Madinas realize that she teleported to the Nagrand corral- so she was now considered one of the mounts the settlement gives out to travelers that gain a high enough reputation with them. So she will unintentionally be serving as someone's mount! At least until some complete idiot misfires a cleansing spell and the adventurer's mount is suddenly turned back into a naked, confused man.