Touch Fluffy Tail II

“Say, are you into vore?” Julianna nodded eagerly in response. “Pred or prey?”

“I generally prefer to be the one doing the eating.”

“That’s good because I generally prefer to be the one getting eaten.”

“Really? That’s not something you see every day.”

Roxie shrugged, or at least one of her did. “I can do both. It’s just... Kind of a utility thing?”

“What do you mean.”

“I can create extra bodies, but I can’t uncreate them when I’m done with ‘em. And they still need to eat. I can cut spares off from the hivemind when I’m done with them, but then that leaves me with a pile of vegetative mes to deal with.” She shrugged again, the movements jostling Julianna slightly. “Sometimes I give ‘em to mad scientist friends as test subjects or sell ‘em to medical universities as cadavers for dissection. But it’s easiest to just feed them to friends who are okay with digesting ‘em. Fewer questions get asked, you know?”

“That makes sense,” Julianna replied with a nod. Maybe a bit more tersely than was warranted – Roxie seemed like an interesting person and she was happy to know more about her but also she was really horny and Roxie was really large and there was apparently an infinite supply of her? So one couldn’t fault Julianna for being a wee bit impatient to get to the good bit.

“You are okay with digesting, bee tee dubs? Gotta make sure we’re on the same page here and all.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry, digesting’s fine. I do it all the time as a part of my job.”

That resulted in a raised eyebrow or four. “Really now? What the fuck do you do for a living that fatal vore is part of the job description?”

“Park ranger.”

“Oh, duh, of course. Yeah, that tracks.” The Roxies slowly pulled away, gently setting the increasingly antsy Julianna down on the ground. “Aaaaanyway, that’s enough small talk for you to have calmed down a bit. Time to pick up the pace again, I say.”

Julianna wobbled a bit, unsteady on her feet. She had very briefly forgotten how overwhelming Roxie’s scent was. The arousal left her weak in the knees, even after the brief break to have a conversation. She took a moment to steady herself, and then another moment to take in her surroundings. The store was, notably, completely empty. It hadn’t exactly been packed before she and Roxie had begun their fun. But this was different. There was nobody. No customers, no employees, no one outside. Not a single human being or otherwise aside from Julianna and the four Roxies.

And speaking of the four Roxies, oh boy was there a lot of Roxie to go around. She’d not really gotten a good look at how much bigger the raccoon had made herselves. Her proportions remained the same, but had been scaled up significantly. She’d already been the taller of the two, but only by a few inches. Now that magic had gotten involved she looked to be like ten fucking feet tall. Julianna was just tall enough to come up to her midriff. Her cock was also larger, of course. She wasn’t entirely certain, given she’d not gotten a good look at the thing before it had grown, but it looked like it might have even gotten bigger relatively moreso than the rest of Roxie. A bit more than half as long as Julianna was tall, give or take, she wasn’t exactly in the mindspace to do the required math and size estimations without breaking out a ruler and honestly fuck that she was hungry. Roxie was huge and sexy and eager to be eaten, and Julianna’s stomach made its opinion on the matter extremely clear with a loud, primal noise.

“Sounds like someone’s eager to get goin’~”

“Hell yeah I am,” Julianna replied, wiping away the copious drool that had occurred at some point she wasn’t sure she’d not really been paying attention.

“You’re on vacation, right?” one of the Roxies said. “I figure otherwise you’d, ya’ know, be park rangerin’ and not slumming it up over here buying ‘I’m with stupid’ tee shirts.”

“Yeah, I’m on vacation,” Julianna replied to the slight non sequitur, her tone of voice making it clear she didn’t particularly want to be on vacation.

“Well, in that case, you just relax and let me treat you to some good ol’ fashioned big city hospitality.”

Just as Julianna was about to ask what exactly Roxie meant by that, it was made abundantly clear as one of the raccoons circled around behind her and picked her up. The larger woman quickly sat down, leaving Julianna comfortable nestled on her soft lap. Well, mostly soft. The thighs were soft, the tum was soft, the boobs that she found her head once again nestled in between were very soft, but the dick was absolutely not soft. It pressed firmly into her back and leaked copious amounts of precum that soaked into her still slowly growing tail.

“Don’t think too hard, babe. Just let me do all the work and focus on how good it feels.” It was difficult to keep track of which Roxie was speaking, probably because they all were. Everything she said jumped from body to body to body smoothly, without missing a beat. Like... Well, like one person saying one sentence across multiple bodies. “Open wide!”

Julianna didn’t need to be told twice, doing exactly as she was told. Normally she was the one in charge, and having Roxie take the lead instead felt... Weird. But, oddly, not unpleasant. It felt less like she was being dominated and more like she was being pampered. Usually, when she ate someone, it was a rulebreaker. Someone who had littered or built a campfire outside of a designated firepit or something else that was clearly labelled as illegal and was being punished for it. And, understandably, that resulted in her prey usually being very unwilling. Which was part of the fun! Julianna enjoyed hunting down her meals.

But something about a prey who was not only willing but eager was strangely relaxing. Still, she wasn’t quite comfortable with Roxie doing all the work. So, as the frontmost raccoon slipped her hands into Julianna’s throat, the squirrel reached out and grabbed them.

“You sure babe?” Julianna nodded silently – any more response than that wasn’t an option because she had a mouthful of raccoon. “Well, okay then. Just take it easy, okay?” Julianna nodded again. Roxie, satisfied, resumed crawling her way inside of the smaller squirrel. Between Roxie’s own efforts, Julianna helping to cram her in there, and the remaining two Roxies providing some help in that regard, the raccoon went down much easier than she probably would have otherwise given the size difference. She tasted about as good as she smelled, like if sex was a dessert. Sweet and musky and rich, with a salty and creamy kick once she got to the meat. God, she could probably cum just from the flavour alone.

Eventually, Roxie was all the way down. Swallowed completely, leaving a massive bulge in the general vicinity of Julianna’s gut. Slightly less misshapen than normal, and not struggling the way her prey typically did, which was a shame. But Roxie more than made up for it in raw volume. She usually had to eat two or three people to get this full.

“Annnnnd that’s the spare body cut off from the hive mind,” one of the Roxies said. “No offence, but as much as I’m into bein’ eaten, I don’t really like being conscious as I’m digested. Much more interested in the start and end than the middle bit, yanno?”

“That’s fair,” Julianna said, rubbing her belly in an attempt to stimulate digestion. “I kinda like feeling the prey struggle, but that’s not really fair to you.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said the rearmost Roxie while the other two quickly took up positions on either side of Julianna, helping with the bellyrubs. “I can mitigate that a bit.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, the me inside your stomach is cut off from the hivemind but it’s not dead. Just a vegetable. It’ll still move reflexively even if there’s no consciousness inside it.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Julianna said. The body was still, but not perfectly still. She could feel it making halfhearted attempts to escape the stomach acid and failing miserably. But it just wasn’t the same.

“Annnnnnd,” Roxie said as a mischievous grin spread across all three faces. The one whose lap Julianna was fairly thoroughly wedged in held up a hand, pressing her middle finger and thum together firmly. “So long as the relevant bits are still intact, I can do this.”

Snap.

Blort.

Where before the Roxie had been mostly inert, suddenly it began to convulse wildly, bucking and writhing and cumming and cumming and CUMMING. Gallons upon gallons of seed, volumes that Julianna would have probably assumed to be impossible if it weren’t clearly obvious that Roxie was some kind of powerful sorceress.

The Roxies on the outside, meanwhile, didn’t coast on the laurels of their currently consumed compatriot (was that the right word? Probably not, but Julianna didn’t really care and anyway she kinda liked the alliteration.) The lap Roxie reached down and joined in the bellyrubbing, which had the side effect of pressing her tits together around Julianna’s head, once again leaving her enveloped in soft musky darkness. The two side Roxies intensified their own attentions, leaning in and pressing their whole damn bodies against Julianna’s growing gut. The pressure of their massive tits alone was agonizing, let alone the way their hands and arms and cocks and faces – god they were even licking. A freshly spawned fourth Roxie joined them up front. A fifth one quickly slid under the cumflated abdomen and pressed her face into Julianna’s needy cunt and began licking eagerly, which was just about all the poor squirrel could take. 

Of course Roxie clearly didn’t give a shit about how much Julianna could take. Several more of her joined in worshipping the increasingly vast real estate of her belly, squeezing her boobs and her ass and her everything else, while one final Roxie climbed forward and took a seat right on top of the bulge. God, the weight felt so fucking good. Julianna eagerly reached forward and grabbing Roxie’s ass, pulling her in close so her face was buried in big musky balls as well as fat tits.

That outright was all the squirrel could take. With a low groan and a wet gurgle, she came. Hard. It turned out Roxie was very good at this whole sex thing. Julianna bucked and writhed as much as she was capable of given the sheer number of Roxies and the disproportionate fullness of her gut. She barely even noticed her tail doubling in volume again – she was much more focused on something else. Eager noises coming from her cum filled tummy as her digestion kicked into high gear, quickly liquefying the consumed raccoon.

“Oh geeze,” she muttered, followed by a long, wet belch. “Oh geeze that was... that was really fucking good.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Roxie said as her bodies (except lap Roxie) pulled away. “Look, I had to make like ten of me just to deal with you! We’re supposed to be disposing of spares, not making more!” All of the Roxies shrugged disingenuously in unison. “Guess you’re just gonna have to eat more of me and get even bigger.”

Once again, an eager grin spread across Julianna’s face, partly in anticipation of the coming feast and partially because she could feel her body starting to process the Roxie she’d already digested. “Darn.”
Grey Goo II

Generally speaking, most people weren’t particularly comfortable with causing pain and suffering to things that can’t really defend themselves. Which was not, he supposed, unreasonable. It wasn’t like if this was, say, a wild rat that was living in his walls at home. That, at least, was a pest that was living in his space and shitting in his cornflakes. You could justify calling an exterminator and/or setting traps. Though, on the other hand, if he were to do this to a hypothetical wild rat living in his basement, he would probably feel about as uncomfortable as he did doing it to a lab rat. Maybe slightly less – at least the wild rat had the option to run away.

It was an unfortunate reality of cancer research that in order to test out experimental treatments for cancer you first had to give something cancer. And so the poor animal in front of him was just fuckin’ riddled with massive tumours that made it impossible to actually function as a rat. It couldn’t move, it couldn’t feed itself, it could barely breathe without assistance. Really, it would be a kindness to put the poor thing out of its misery and replace it with another. But, well, there was ultimately only so much budget to go around to the various different fields of research going on, and there were a lot of different fields of research going on. Once you factored in the overall costs of operations – the lab equipment, the chemicals, any kind of living wage at all for the various scientists – they could only afford so many lab rats and so each one had to count. Which meant they had to wait for it to die on its own.

Which couldn’t happen soon enough, as far as he was concerned. Allowing a living creature to reach this state was cruel, and forcing it to live in this state for as long as they had was even crueller. Hopefully they’d at least manage some sort of functional treatment soon. Something that could maybe make its life a little less miserable. Though, honestly, at this point, given the sheer amount and size of the tumours, the only thing that could provide even a modicum of relief would be tantamount to a fucking miracle cure.

“... I should probably take my lunch break,” he muttered to himself. He didn’t really want to. He’d rather dedicate his time to research, both for the grander goal of coming up with a universal cancer treatment and the smaller goal of maybe making the poor lab rat’s life less constant agony. But he wouldn’t exactly be at the top of his game if he didn’t eat. “Sorry about this, buddy. Wish I could fix you.”

“That could be arranged.”

“Huh?” He found himself immediately on edge, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. There was the fact that he’d not heard the door open and was fairly certain he’d been the only one in the room. And there was something... off about the woman’s voice. He struggled to put his finger on exactly what it was, though. He turned around to face the intruder, only to find no one there.

“Right. Really funny prank, guys,” he muttered to himself. Presumably it was some sort of prank, probably because he was the only person who really cared quite so much about the plight of the lab rat. This wasn’t the first time he’d been the butt of a joke, it probably wouldn’t be the last. Grumbling quietly to himself, he turned again to go on that lunch break, only to find himself unable to lift his feet off the ground. “Wh- Okay, seriously? How did you even do this?”

“There is no prank,” the voice said again. This time what was off about it was more immediately obvious. It didn’t really sound like one voice so much as a massive chorus of them speaking in unison, with a strange sort of metallic quality to it. His initial thought was some sort of hidden speaker, but he dismissed that pretty quickly – if it were coming from one direction, maybe. But it seemed to be coming from every direction at once. He struggled to believe that his coworkers could manage to successfully hide enough speakers to pull off that effect without him noticing. “No tricks. You wish to see an end to the animal’s suffering. We can put an end to the animal’s suffering.” On further listening, the voice didn’t seem to be coming from everywhere. Every direction, yes, but it was definitely specifically coming from the ground. And so he did the obvious; he looked down.

The floor was coated in a thick layer of... something. Some sort of slate-grey slime, though whatever it was was clearly alive. It writhed and roiled as it spread across the ground and up the sides of everything in the room. The shelving, the lab equipment, his legs, and most pointedly the table on which the lab rat and its cage rested. “H-hey, don’t hurt it,” he said. His longstanding habit of being maybe a bit too empathetic for his own good had once again kicked in, and as a result his first thought wasn’t himself, but rather the lab rat.

“The animal will not be harmed,” the voice said even as the slime slowly coated everything in the room except for the cage and himself – and even then, only his head and neck were left free of goo. Everything became covered in slate grey, and then slowly melted away into nothing as it was all consumed. Including, he realized with probably out of place embarrassment, his clothing.

Thankfully, the goo at least had the foresight to not immediately drop the cage to the ground, instead lowering it gently before quickly consuming it as well. The poor animal was very obviously frightened and confused, doing its best to escape whatever the fuck was going on and failing miserably because of its aforementioned inability to move due to the cancer. He didn’t blame it for being terrified. Hell, they were kinda in the same boat in that regard. “Don’t hurt it,” he said again. It was the only thing he could think to say. His mind struggled to wrap itself around the specifics of the situation. There was slime, it was everywhere, and it seemed to be eating things. Including, again, his clothes. And, if the strange tingling sensation he felt all over his bare flesh was any indication, he was probably next. But even that simple statement of what was going on was just barely not beyond him – everything was moving so quickly that he didn’t have time to think, to process what was happening before something else happened.

A tendril of the grey stuff lifted itself off the floor and prodded at the rat’s mouth. “We will not hurt it,” the voice said. The animal intensified its struggling as the tendril forced its way in. The rat convulsed unpleasantly as the grey appendage undulated. Like it was pumping something inside of the helpless rodent. He could see its body swelling slightly, inflating like a balloon – though it was a bit difficult to tell for sure, given the massive tumours. “We will make it better.”

The cancer began to melt away. It really was that abrupt. One moment he was watching a horrific scene of what he really didn’t want to describe as something out of a weird Japanese porno but instead of a girl getting molested by tentacles it was a tumour-ridden lab rat. And then the next the rat stopped struggling and the tumours started shrinking. And more than that, once the tumours were gone entirely the rat seemed to become almost eager for more. Wrapping its slightly more handlike than was normal forepaws around the tentacle and leaning into it, eagerly suckling and stroking in a way that was really kind of unsettlingly sexual considering it was, you know, a rat.

Though that quickly began to change. Its proportions shifted and changed into something decidedly humanoid. Less a rat and more a human on her hands and knees getting ready to be fucked doggy-style. It probably would be really fuckin’ good at it, too, considering the way its ass was getting big and thick and soft and massive. She and her, he mentally corrected himself when he noticed the equally massive tits that jiggled slightly as she grew. Bigger and bigger, soft slate-grey flesh piling on by the second as she took up more and more of the lab’s floorspace.

She slowly stood up – and up, growing past as tall as him and well into the point where she was outright a giantess. Maybe ten feet tall? He wasn’t exactly in the position to break out a measuring tape. Whatever the transformation had been, it seemed to be done. “Perfection,” she said in the exact same voice as the intruder, spreading her arms wide as if to present herself. “Though admittedly we have modified our definition of perfection somewhat. That’s fine, though, we have plenty of time to refine ourselves before we’re finished.”

He wasn’t quite sure if perfection was the word he’d use, but she was definitely big. Tits big enough to fit a person in. Thighs almost twice as thick around as he was, hips wider than he was tall, and while he couldn’t see it anymore he knew her ass was gigantic. Crowned by a long, prehensile tail that was also thicker around than his body. Her gut was kinda tubby, in a sort of “hot mom” kinda way. No eyes, but big ol’ cocksucking lips at the front of her ratlike snout.

Most of his attention was on her cock, though. Just about at eye level and also bigger than he was. She grinned eagerly as she reached down and started to stroke it. “You’ll be Perfect too, shortly. Everything will be perfect. The entire world. And then maybe a bit of a break while we figure out space travel without compulsively eating the rockets.” One of her hands removed itself from her shaft to tend to her fat, full balls, easily big enough to rival her tits, hanging heavy and low.

“Uh,” he said nervously. “I’m kinda okay as I am?”

“Mm, silly boy,” she chided, like a parent gently scolding a disobedient child. “Perfection isn’t an option.” Removing her hand from her balls, she made a gesture, and the grey goo that still enveloped his entire body lifted him up in the air until he was at eye level.

“What are you?” he asked, somewhere between terrified and horny.

“Hm,” she muttered in response, reaching up and stroking her chin thoughtfully. “That’s a good question. We haven’t really thought of a name yet.”

She didn’t have any eyes, but he could feel her piercing gaze staring into his soul as her mouth spread into a big grin, and then wider. Like a snake unhinging its jaw, it opened and opened, revealing sharp teeth connected by thin strands of slate-grey ‘drool’ and a massive, undulating tongue that slid out and wrapped around his body, quickly pulling him into her. His vision went black as she swallowed him.

And then, quite suddenly, he saw everything. The entire labs. The goo spreading and consuming everywhere as the employees slowly realized and tried to escape, failing miserably as more of her hunted them down. And, more pointedly, he saw her. From her own eyes, and from the “eyes” of the goo on the floor and walls. Watched her as she gently rubbed the bulge in her stomach that was his body. Watched as it slowly smoothed out into a soft, taut swell that quickly started to grow. No longer soft and plush, but firm and full, like...

Well, like she was pregnant.

“I have an idea. How about you call us Mommy?”
Relieving Tension II

Freya Crescent was, at the end of the day, a very simple woman. Military life hadn’t really afforded her the opportunity for complexity. And life on the road was the same but more. It was probably not the best way to live one’s life, but fuck it, it made her happy. She knew what she liked and she would take it when she could. She liked good food, she liked good drink, she liked having the Gil to spend on good food and good drink, she liked killing monsters (which, coincidentally, was an excellent way to earn Gil for good food and good drink), and she liked good sex.

Like everything else in her life, Freya knew what she liked in the bedroom. There was Fratley, obviously. But their relationship had been more emotional than physical. He’d almost been more of a big brother figure and a mentor than a boyfriend, if she was honest with herself (she didn’t like being honest with herself about this particular subject). The point was that she had been romantically attracted to him more than physically attracted to him. He was certainly not unattractive – it was a rugged sort of handsome, and Freya could appreciate that in the abstract. But he didn’t really hit her buttons the way that Pet did.

The fact that his name was Pet was probably a dead giveaway as to what Freya’s type was. Small and soft and subby, feminine to the point where she might very well have mistaken him for a girl were it not for certain specific characteristics of his body that were extremely not feminine. When she’d first entered the room, the feline demihuman’s balls were already the size of his head. Then she’d gotten him erect and hooo boy did it turn out he was a grower, not a shower. Hell, he brought whole new meaning to the term. Soft, he’d been respectable, maybe even tending towards the smaller end of the spectrum. Erect, his fleshy pink cannon was very nearly bigger than he was. His balls had likewise gone into overtime producing more and more fuel for the giant fuck cannon he was packing, already almost double their initial size and still swelling bigger. The sheer magnitude of his endowment was well beyond the limits of human capacity. No one could possibly take his cock inside of them at all, comfortably or not. Beyond unreasonably huge and to the point of being almost comical – which, from Freya’s perspective, was super fucking hot.

And apparently he wasn’t fully erect yet.

Currently, Pet was somewhat stuck in the position he’d been in when Freya’d stroked the base of his tail and had initiated the current situation as a result. Resting on all fours on the bed, with his shaft and balls lifting his body slightly up off the mattress. Moving was, obviously, somewhat problematic. Freya took a few steps back and to the side in order to take in the sights – and there were a lot of sights to take in, as had been stated. The poor thing was wriggling and writhing and moaning and erupting with ridiculous volumes of what was apparently just precum. It would be almost cruel to leave him in this state for any longer.

But, well, Freya had always had a bit of a cruel streak.

“First thing’s first,” she said, leaning in close and practically whispering into Pet’s ear. “I can’t fuck you with my clothing on.” Freya had enough foresight to at least remove the heavier leather armour at the door – so the jacket, the leg guards, the escutcheon, the hat, and her spear. She could probably have taken it off sexily, but thankfully for the sake of poor Pet’s mental health she didn’t have to. There was teasing and then there was just plain outright cruelty. The rest of her outfit was fairly skimpy – Dragoons typically wore as light armour as was possible for obvious reasons. And so underneath the heraldry and the thick leather there was some cloth leggings, a dark brown tube top, and some optional cloth strap thingies that Freya didn’t know the name of that acted as a sort of impromptu bra for those that needed the extra support. Freya wasn’t the bustiest of girls, but her chest was respectable the same way that Pet’s cock had been when soft, though as far as she was aware they didn’t get any bigger without some kind of magical interference. Still, she’d elected to be better safe than sorry when deciding on what specific armour to get.

Freya decided that a full-on striptease was probably a bit too much, and anyway she’d never been particularly good at stripteases. So she just undid the metal, ring-shaped clasp and discarded the cloth straps followed by the tube top. She placed them near the entrance, out of the blast zone (hopefully – thankfully this particular massage parlour was very willing to clean and/or replace soiled clothing, but that came with a small extra fee that she would rather avoid if possible.) That left Freya’s upper half completely exposed. Her breasts, as stated, weren’t the biggest she’d seen, though they were still quite large considering the rest of her build was very lean and muscular. Every muscle clearly defined, without so much as a speck of out-of-place fat aside from her tits. Impressive, though obviously the star of the show were thighs and glutes capable of launching her fifty feet in the air from a standing position. Those were still hidden by loose-fitting cloth pants that did an admirable job of containing thighs that could effortlessly pop a watermelon like it was a fucking egg.

Freya quickly rectified that fact, slowly pulling them down and off, unleashing her massive thighs and big fuckin’ ass to the world. They were, to be entirely fair, mostly muscle. Freya was a Dragoon, and so her muscle was concentrated in her lower body. And, more to the point, she was a good Dragoon and so she had a lot of muscle concentrated in her lower body. Though there was also quite a lot of fat – just enough to make them soft and pleasant. She’d never been able to fathom why her body saw fit to concentrate all her bodyfat in her chest and ass, or how the fuck she still had so much of it given her extremely active lifestyle. But she wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She had a good body and was somewhat proud of that fact. The only real complaint she had was that her extremely bottom heavy figure resulted in her two foot ratcock tending to look smaller than it was. Of course, she didn’t particularly mind. It was still big, just large enough that the tip reached between her tits. And, at least in this particular context, she was thankful that it wasn’t too big for anyone to ever take inside of them.

Or at least not too big for Pet, at least. “Ass or throat. I’m gonna fuck one or the other, but I’ll be nice and let you choose.”

“Ass, please, Mistress.”

The immediacy of Pet’s response caught Freya off guard. No hesitation, no thought. The second he was presented with the option he requested anal. Well, she wasn’t exactly in a position to judge someone for their personal tastes. Besides which, it wasn’t like Freya was in any way averse to immediately jumping into the metaphorical deep end or else she’d not have made it an option. “Well, someone’s being awfully decisive,” she said, doing an admirable job of not breaking character. “Well, far be it from me to deny such a good little slut what he asked for, especially when you’re so polite about it!”

That was, frankly, just about all the talking that Freya could take. She quickly clambered up onto the bed, taking up a position ready for doggy style behind Pet. She couldn’t jump immediately into assfucking, of course. As impatient as she was feeling, going in dry just plain wasn’t an option – or at least not a very pleasant one for either involved party. Thankfully, that wasn’t really much of a problem. While it wasn’t up to Pet’s unreasonable standards, Freya’s shaft was producing a respectable amount of precum. She just had to lube up.

Which she could do and have a bit of fun in the process. With a sly grin, she slid her shaft in between his cheeks and squeezed them together around it. Once she was satisfied with the setup, she began to sloooooooowly thrust. Very, very slowly. “A-ah! M-mistress, please-~”

“Can’t skip out on the foreplay, Pet,” Freya cooed in response. “I know it can seem boring, but if you do it right, it can be just as fun as the main event. Hell, a good blowjob can outright be as much of a main event as proper penetration.” Freya moved slowly and gently, taking care not to be too forceful lest Pet get ahead of himself. She gently squeezed and groped his ass, delighting in how soft it was. Both of them had roughly comparable butts in terms of raw size, but where Freya’s was muscular, Pet’s was not. Her hands sank in deeply. Gods, if she wasn’t careful she could very well get lost in all that plush. She had to be careful not to be too enthusiastic, of course. Pet had already demonstrated himself to be into spankings, after all. She also had to be careful about positioning herself as she worked, because his big sensitive balls were right fucking there. It was like sitting on top of a landmine. Jostle too much and be faced with explosive consequences.

Of course, on the other hand, those explosive consequences were a lot more fun than they would be with a landmine. So Freya didn’t feel too bad about resting just a little of her weight on his beanbag seed bags. Not too much, of course. She was, after all, still thrusting, and too much jostling could result in ending things prematurely.

Though, on the other hand, as much as she’d been preaching the virtues of good foreplay, she was ultimately feeling just as impatient as Pet was. And she’d done enough hotdogging to be fairly thoroughly lubed up. And so she elected it was time to move on to the main event.

Freya continued moving slowly and carefully, so as to not set things off too soon. She pulled her hips down and back, carefully setting up her angle before lunging forward. She slid in surprisingly easily, considering how tight he was, quickly reaching as close to the hilt as was physically possible given Pet’s butt was so big. She still managed a respectable amount, made more respectable when she pulled almost all the way out and then thrust again, putting all of her Dragoon muscle into fucking Pet like she was a god damn jackhammer. There was some token resistance – as established, he was very tight. But no amount of tightness was a match for a Dragoon. As she’d stated earlier, she was more than capable of leaping fifty feet into the air from a standing position – this was nothing.

She didn’t give Pet the time to steel himself or to catch his breath, immediately diving into full-force assfucking. No holding back – he had ample padding, he could fucking take it. She pounded him as hard as she fucking could, revelling in the heat of his insides and the mounting pressure of her own climax. “Good boy,” she grunted, leaning down over his still prone body to speak directly into his ear. She reached down and gently wrapped a hand around his tail, using the other to steady herself as she continued thrusting. “Now, cum for me.”

The good solid pull she gave Pet’s tail probably had a lot to do with why he obeyed her so immediately. Though he’d also probably been right on the verge of climax anyway so whatever. The point was that it was copious, enough to make his precum look like a normal load. She tried to come up with a more accurate descriptor – or anything at all, really – but her mind was too overwhelmed with her own climax. Nothing compared to Pet’s, of course, but she was okay with that. His stomach was still rendered just a little bit rounder and pudgier than it had been before, and that wasn’t something Pet was ever going to be able to manage without magical cheating.

By the time they were done, there had to be a good few inches of cum coating the entire god damn floor, along with a nice thick layer on all the walls – especially the walls that Pet’s monster was facing. And, of course, it had gotten bigger. Practically fucking doubled in size, which was just the point where it started to be frankly a bit much. “Okay,” she said, after taking a moment to regain her bearings. Looking at the clock to check how much time was left, she was faced with the distressing revelation that it was also coated in a thick layer of cum and rendered unreadable. That was problematic.

“... Enh, fuck it,” she said to herself. She was already gonna hafta get her clothing replaced. Again. Might as well go for broke. “You up for round two?”
Chest Day

Lucy took her physical fitness extremely seriously. It was, she supposed, playing into shark stereotypes just a little bit. A shark who spent all her free time in the gym was kind of like a cheese connoisseur mouse. But she’d never really cared much about stereotypes, and anyway it wasn’t like she played into every shark stereotype. She owned clothing that wasn’t a bikini. She didn’t spend any time at beaches at all – hell, she lived in the fucking midwest. The only beach anywhere nearby was Lake Michigan, which wasn’t exactly the California coastline outside of a very narrow window in summer. And she absolutely didn’t eat people. So what if she was a bit of a gym rat? Sue her.

The point was that she cared about her physique. It took a lot of effort to look the way she looked. Strict diet and stricter workouts to keep the exact balance. And of course wanting to be strong in addition to looking strong was another wrench in the works. Usually, unless you had some kinda magical interference going on, it was a matter of either being a weightlifter or a bodybuilder. Strength or definition. Having both wasn’t impossible? But generally things that were good for building strength were bad for building definition, and vice versa. It wasn’t quite a binary either-or choice, but Lucy tended to prefer definition, so long as she remained healthy underneath all of that. Ideally she would have both, but without any kind of monster ancestry or magical aptitude she was stuck with whatever she could do in the gym and the kitchen.

It was a lot of work, but the results spoke for themselves. She was chiselled. Minimal bodyfat, which was a bit unfortunate when it came to the chest and butt but was otherwise exactly the look she was going for. She had, briefly, considered implants. Apparently a lot of female bodybuilders got implants. But going under the knife always had the potential to end very badly. And... Well, ultimately the only reason she had to get a boobjob was her own petty vanity. So she didn’t get one. Not a huge loss in her opinion. Sure, she didn’t have tits. And sure, sometimes people mistook her for a boy. But fuck it, she looked good. Buff, without looking too much like a weird unpleasant mass of muscle like some people tended to end up as. She still had curves at all, even if she didn’t have tits. And hey, at least she had an ass (even if it was mostly muscle rather than soft fat).

The point was that Lucy looked completely at home at the gym. Mostly because she was at home at the gym, almost moreso than her actual fucking home. It was where she spent most of her free time and it was where she worked. Her boss was cool (if kinda weird – who names their gym the Headless Horseman?) and she got paid for essentially just being there and looking like herself. It was, apparently, some sort of marketing thing? Like she was a living advertisement of how effective the gym was. Or something. All she knew was that the only real work she did was helping out newbies on occasion.

Which was kind of the problem, really. Lucy tried not to be too much of an elitist about things. But, well, as stated; she put a lot of effort into her physique, and she was probably in the minority in that regard. Most people who came to your average gym just wanted to lose some weight by being a bit more active for maybe a few weeks, tops. Do some cardio, decide it’s too hard and they’ve lost enough weight, and then maybe eventually come back once they inevitably put all that weight back on. It would be unprofessional, of course, to act disdainful towards a customer just because they didn’t have washboard abs and thighs that could crush watermelons and bulging biceps and etcetera.

But, well. When someone walked into the gym already glistening with sweat, she couldn’t help but feel that elitism kick in. If just going from home to the gym was enough to end up looking like that, then they were absolutely not going to stick the landing. No chance in hell.

Though, honestly, Lucy wasn’t entirely sure the mouse particularly needed to worry on that front. She was thickset, yes, but not enough to really count as fat. Just... extremely curvy. Short, maybe five feet tall at the most, but very wide and soft and maybe just a bit chubby. Tight-fitting black bootyshorts struggled to contain her fat ass, digging into blue furred thighflesh in a way that resulted in a delightful squish. Just a tiny bit of tum hung over the waistband – her navel was pierced, Lucy idly noted.

Also pierced were her nipples. Lucy could tell because her black top was having an even harder time containing its payload than her bottom. She had to struggle to even register anything else about the mouse’s body because her tits were so massive, at least the size of her fucking head. And she didn’t have a bra on – or, rather, she did. Her skimpy black top was clearly meant to be some sort of sports bra, but it did a piss fucking poor job of it. They heaved with every breath and undulated from even the slightest movement and Lucy could, as stated, see her nipples clearly outlined enough to tell they had barbell piercings. Where her thighs bulged slightly, her boobs practically oozed out just about everywhere they could, showing off what felt like miles of sweat soaked fur. Especially that glorious sideboob. Her top was clearly designed to not show off a lot of sideboob, but oh man did it show off sideboob anyway. And holy shit that sideboob. Her tits were absolutely huge, but the sheer amount of flesh that leaked out of the side of her sports bra made them look bigger. Her cleavage bulged slightly less, but it was still the kind of cleavage that could very easily kill a lesser person (and Lucy was feeling particularly lesser at the moment.) She even had a fuckin’ water bottle wedged between them like they were a cup holder. She was aware of the twitter meme, and intellectually she knew that someone could absolutely hypothetically do that if they had enough cleavage in tight enough clothing. But she’d never thought she’d actually see someone do it in real life.

The mouse pulled the water bottle out of her cleavage to take a drink, which was probably the only thing that could pull Lucy’s attention away from boob. “Uh, what can I help you with?” she asked in an attempt to keep herself distracted from tiddy. The woman would inevitably ask for a low impact cardio workout and she could just stick her on an elliptical and forget about her.

“I was hoping to do some chest exercises. Nothing too complicated, I’m a bit of a beginner.”

Fuck. “Okay, uh, well. Pushups are pretty basic but they’re good for beginners. Everyone can do a pushup.”

“Ah, well,” the mouse woman said, vaguely gesturing at her chest. “Unfortunately, the built in airbags make proper form problematic, you know?”

Lucy tried not to picture the mouse doing pushups and failed miserably. “Uh, well, in that case, hm. Presses are out, too, then, the bar would, ah, run into the cushion. How about chest flys?”

“Chest flys?”

“You grab some weights, hold your arms out to the side and then bring them together.”

“Wouldn’t my boobs still get in the way, though?”

“Not nearly as much as with pushups,” Lucy replied, trying desperately not to think about the mouse’s boobs getting in the way. “Especially if you just use dumbbells. No machine to get in the way.”

“Well, if you say so,” the mouse woman said. Her voice was effortlessly coy and sexy, like just about everything else about her. It was difficult to decide what, exactly, to be extremely distracted by – well no actually she was absolutely primarily distracted by the boobs. But if her boobs didn’t completely and utterly steal the show, Lucy would absolutely have a difficult time telling what part of her was the sexiest. “That sounds a bit complex for what I’m used to, could you maybe show me how to do them?”

Lucy had honestly been kind of hoping not to have to show her how to do them, if she was honest. Much like with pushups, she did her level best to not picture the mouse doing chest flys and failed miserably. “R-right,” she said, trying her hardest not to be too obviously flustered and failing at that too. “This way.”

Lucy led the mouse lady over to a free bench with a set of dumbbells beside it. “You’re prolly gonna wanna start with the smaller weights and slowly move up in size as you build str-” Lucy found her words drying up in her mouth as the newbie immediately grabbed the heaviest dumbbells and lifted them effortlessly. “Uh... M-make sure you use the same amount of weight in both hands, also.”

The woman smiled. “That makes sense, I suppose.” At this point, Lucy was almost certain that this was some kinda grift. The woman had just lifted a pair of forty kilogram dumbbells like they were fucking nothing. Even a seasoned expert would have shown a little sign of exertion and she had decidedly not. Either somehow she’d set up some fake dumbbells in advance (unlikely), or there was some kind of magical shenanigans going on.

Somehow, Lucy couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck. “I’m Lucy, by the way,” she said dumbly, kicking herself for not introducing herself earlier.

“Azure. Nice to meet you. What do I do next?”

“Um, right. Lie down, bend your knees- yeah like that. And then hold your arms sort of horizontally and- no, bend your elbows a bit more.”

“Maybe you should just grab my arms and put them in the right position?”

“That sounds like a plan, I guess,” Lucy said. She began to circle around behind Azure when the mouse spoke up.

“From the front, please.”

“Um. It’d probably be easier to-”

“Straddle my torso.” Azure’s tone made it clear that it wasn’t a request. Really, Lucy didn’t see the harm – she could act as the mouse’s spotter from the front just as easily as from the back. It was just maybe a little weird, is all. “Sit,” she ordered, which was a bit weirder but Lucy obeyed anyway. Somehow, she was no longer in control of this situation – though somehow she suspected she had never been in control in the first place. “Now,” Azure said, placing one of the dumbbells on the ground. “Let’s get this started, shall we?”

With that, the mouse snapped her fingers, the noise unnaturally sharp and almost echoing. The result was immediate. An insistent pressure, strange rubbery stretching noises, more pressure that built and built until, with the sound of ripping fabric, a good two feet of thick, glistening sharkcock tore through her shorts and slid their way into Azure’s agonizingly tight cleavage.

“Well now,” the mouse said, licking her lips as she eyed Lucy’s brand new drooly cockhead. Her tongue, the shark idly noticed, was forked, like a snake’s. “You know, if you wanted a titfuck, all you had to do was ask.”

Lucy tried her level best to respond, really she did. But all that came out of her mouth was a weak moan as everything was overwhelmed by how tight Azure’s tits were around her cock. It was unlike any sex she’d ever had in her life. Miles better, though she wasn’t entirely sure if that was because of the cock or because of some ineffable quality about Azure. Regardless of what it was, it felt good. Her new shaft throbbed and pulsed and spurted a steady flow of slick precum. “I- I-”

“Don’t talk,” Azure ordered, reaching down to pick the dumbbell back up in a way that twisted her chest slightly and oh fuck it felt nice. “Now, why don’t we kill two birds with one stone? Hands on my tits. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lucy replied, obeying unthinkingly. God they felt so fucking soft.

Azure grinned hungrily. “Good girl. I’ll reward you after we’re done here. But first, I’ve got a workout to do~”

Azure began to do the chest flys. Her form, a very small part of Lucy that was still barely clinging onto lucidity noted, was perfect. She flexed, lifting her arms up and squeezing them into her boobflesh, making them press together even tighter and also move against Lucy’s cock and oh my god that friction was agonizing. The movement made them press together and rise forward into Lucy’s grip, her hands sinking deep into boobflesh. With every rep, Azure’s boobs rose.

It took several reps for Lucy to notice that they weren’t going back down. “Oh my god,” she breathed as she took in the sheer magnitude of Azure’s expanding chest. Now that she’d noticed, she was baffled that she hadn’t noticed sooner. They had to have doubled in size by now, and with every flex of Azure’s arms they got noticeably bigger. Her top, already overfilled, now barely covered anything. Stretched just barely to the point where it wasn’t breaking.

“I thought you were going to fuck my tits?” Azure said. “Honestly, do I have to do all the work? Squeeze them, slut.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lucy didn’t really need to be ordered – she was basically already squeezing Azure’s tits by virtue of their growth. But ordered she had been, and so her squeezing and groping became more active. Instinctively, her hands wandered away from the top of Azure’s tits and to the side, pressing them firmly together.

“Good girl. Now thrust.”

Lucy’s body moved slowly at first, keeping pace with the rhythm of the workout. Pull out as she lowered her arms, thrust in as she raised them, moving against the grain of the natural movement of the mouse’s tits. “One. Two. Three...” Azure slowly picked up the pace of her reps and counting alike. “Four, five, six, seven eight nine cum.”

Like every other command Azure had given, Lucy obeyed. Thick gouts of white sticky fluid erupted, forceful enough to plaster Azure’s chest and face and the opposite fucking wall of the gym. The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Mindblowing.

And, unsurprisingly, Azure did not slow down her workout. If anything she sped up. “Eleven twelve thirteen fourteen cum sixteen seventeen cum nineteen cum cum cum.” And Lucy came. Every single time Azure ordered, she climaxed, without even finishing the last orgasm. Each one was more forceful, more copious, more more than the last. She redacted her last use of the words “overwhelming” and “mindblowing” because no actually she’d not seen anything yet. And she got the feeling things were just getting started even as she flopped over on Azure’s chest, the workout slowing to a stop. “Good slut~” Azure cooed, reaching up to stroke Lucy’s short cropped hair.

“More,” Lucy gurgled.

“So greedy! But you’ve more than earned it. Off.” Once again, Lucy obeyed, rolling over and flopping down lifelessly on the ground. Well, mostly lifelessly – her cock was still very much fully erect. “And I did promise you a reward.” With that, Azure stood up.

And up.

And up.

Where before she had been barely five feet tall, now suddenly she had to be at least eight. The height difference between the two had been more than reversed. And, of course, everything else had gotten bigger, too. With an idle flex, her top disintegrated into nothing, unleashing gigantic tits onto the world.

And with another, her shorts similarly disintegrated, unleashing her equally gigantic cock. It had to be three, three and a half feet long, big enough that she could probably titfuck herself with ease. Pierced, like her ears and navel and nipples, a frenum ladder with six symmetrically placed studs that’d prolly feel amazing. Equine, though the typical horsecock didn’t have a fat fucking knot the size of Lucy’s head.

“Now,” Azure said, licking her lips. “Why don’t I show you my favourite workout?”
Mother of Changelings

“You know,” Derpy said, annoyed but honestly significantly less so than was really justified by the situation. “You really could have just asked me about this.”

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

“I’m more than willing to sell my milk to anyone, regardless of species. Kidnapping me really wasn’t necessary.”

“How did you know this was about milk?” Derpy gave a Look, or at least attempted to as best as her current position allowed. “Okay, fair, fair. But, uh. M-maybe we don’t want to buy milk. Maybe we want our own personal milk slave? Or something.” The look intensified. “Right. Sorry.”

“I wouldn’t mind quite so much,” Derpy said after a moment of awkward silence. “If you had at least had the decency to glue me to the wall right side up.” Derpy’s boobs hung heavily and extremely uncomfortably in front of her face. She’d never really had any problems with their weight causing back pain or anything like that – being a Pegasus meant she already had exceptional upper back strength and combining that with their gradual growth means that she was more than capable of handling them with minimal effort. Hell, considering her mom bod, her back was surprisingly chiselled. But that was assuming any kind of reasonable orientation. Her boobs were still enormous and were currently in her face.

“I’ll, um. I’ll just get you down from there. Sorry.”

It turned out that extricating Derpy from the wall, or at least doing so without unceremoniously dropping her on the floor and probably injuring her, was not a one pony job. Or one changeling job, as it were. Several of them had to carefully chip away at the weird green stuff that was holding her in place and then carefully pivot her around while lowering her at the same time. “There. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just don’t do it again.” Derpy took a moment to savour being able to breathe properly and to stretch out her sore muscles. “So. What exactly do you all want?”

“Milk.”

“I know that much. I would like the specifics.”

“Right, sorry,” the apparent leader of the small group of changelings who had kidnapped her said sheepishly. “We’re just... used to being secretive, you know?”

“I know. But I thought you were supposed to have, you know, stopped that.” Derpy frowned slightly as she actually got a good look at her would-be captors. “Actually, aren’t you supposed to be more colourful?”

The head changeling’s face wrinkled with disgust. “Ech. Yeah, no. We represent a small group of former members of the hive who are keenly aware that whatever they’ve become, they definitely aren’t changelings anymore. Have you seen them? They’re garish.” Being a pony, Derpy had to politely disagree. While there was something to be said for the sleek elegance of the shiny black carapaces, she was just used to soft, pastel shades like what the so-called changedlings had going. “And they have a male queen. That’s just not right.”

“Now hold on, that’s not very fair. Just ‘cause he’s a boy doesn’t mean he can’t be a good leader.” Granted, pony society was decidedly matriarchal. Most every major political figure was a girl. But, though fewer stallions held positions of power, they still existed.

“That’s not the point. Chrysalis was kind of bad at the job, but a queen’s not really a leader so much as...” She trailed off awkwardly before making a vague gesture at her abdomen. Followed by another, less vague gesture, pantomiming a large belly. “You know? Only a queen can lay eggs. Drones like us can fertilize them, but we can’t lay them. So if your queen’s a male...” The lead changeling trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.

“Oh.” A lot of things clicked into place and suddenly she had a much more solid idea of why she was here.

“Our species is basically doomed.”

“Aren’t there... like, baby queens?”

“Chrysalis was still relatively new when she did the whole Canterlot invasion thing. She’d laid a couple of broods, but... juvenile queens are a once every few centuries thing.”

“I see.”

“I generally don’t care what the weirdos do with their time. If they want to wipe out their weird offshoot of the species, more power to ‘em. But we don’t want changelings as a species to die out, you know?”

“What about Chrysalis?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s dead,” said the lead changeling with a shrug.  “And even if she’s not dead, well... You’ve gotta be aware what her leadership is like, right? We’re supposed to exist in the shadows of pony society, taking what we need and nothing more. It was a good enough gig for thousands of years but inexplicably Chrysalis decided she wanted to be queen of the universe. And then when the invasion went south she got obsessed with revenge and it was awful. There were some plans to quietly oust her, but we needed a juvenile queen before we could afford to be rid of her, and then... Well, you probably know what happened.”

“I see,” Derpy said with a nod.

“Which is where you come in. We’re told you’re... exceedingly fertile.”

Derpy frowned. “No.”

“It wouldn’t be a permanent arrangement!” the lead changeling said desperately. “We’re not going to turn you into a changeling or anything. Just... One brood. That’s all we ask. And a supply of milk, to act as food for the hive until we can properly reestablish ourselves.” Derpy’s frown deepened. “W-we can pay you! All of us have pony identities, jobs and everything, but we don’t need bits for anything else so we might as well give them to you in exchange for your services.”

Derpy continued to frown. After a moment, she spoke up. “How many of you are there, exactly?”

“You’re looking at all of us,” the lead changeling said, just a little sadly. “There might be some other pockets out there. We don’t know. But in terms of this hive? This is it.”

“I see,” Derpy said once again. There were about five in total, including the lead changeling. Hardly a hive, barely anything. They were, frankly, pathetic, even on an individual level. They were all short and scrawny. As emaciated as something without a proper internal skeleton could look. She realized with a sinking dread that if she refused, they were probably going to die. And it would be a slow and unpleasant death.

And, really, that wasn’t fair. They weren’t wrong that whatever the new changelings were, they weren’t really the same as the old ones. Forcing them to become something else or else die was kind of horrific – doubly so if they were right about the whole male queen thing. Far be it from Derpy to condemn them just because their last queen was kind of terrible. “Fine, but I have two conditions.”

“Alright, now we’re getting somewhere! What are the conditions?”

“One; no more of this secrecy stuff. No kidnapping ponies, no taking ponies’ love without them knowing the whole story, no milk slaves, no going back to the old status quo.” It was the lead changeling’s turn to frown, but Derpy continued before she could object. “I’m not budging on this one. You don’t have to change if you don’t want to, but if you want my help you’re going to have to at least make an effort to fit into pony society honestly. Understand?”

“We spent a lifetime building up our pony identities. We can’t just throw that all away.”

“You’d be surprised at how little the average pony probably cares, so long as you’re honest about it.”

The lead changeling did not stop frowning, but after a moment of thought she nodded – though she was clearly not happy about it. “What’s the second condition, then?”

Derpy did not immediately respond, or at least not with words. She strode forward confidently, disregarding the changelings’ personal space. It really helped drive home how small they all were. Derpy wasn’t the largest pony in the world – breasts aside – but they were still all almost a full head shorter than her. The other changelings got the picture and got out of the way, leaving Derpy to get up close and personal with the leader, just barely not wedging her into copious grey-furred cleavage. “Second condition. If I’m gonna be your queen, you all are going to treat me like it. Understand?”

The lead changeling swallowed heavily. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes... your majesty?” Derpy did not respond, which was a clear indicator that that wasn’t what she wanted. “Yes mistress? Your grace? M’lady???”

Derpy shook her head slowly in the negative. “Yes mommy.”

“R-right. Yes, mommy.”

“Good girl. Now suck my tits.”

“U-um,” the lead changeling muttered awkwardly. “I-”

Derpy took another step forward, pushing the smaller changeling with her tits. “That wasn’t a request,” she said tersely. “Suck. Now.”

“Yes, mommy.”

There were no more delays, no more attempts at trying to regain control of the situation. Derpy was the boss. Derpy was the queen. The rest of them only existed to serve her and to breed her. The lead changeling opened her mouth wide pressed her face firmly against Derpy’s tit, and began to suckle. It was practically instinctual – for as different from ponies as Changelings were, they were clearly still similar enough that they absolutely knew how to suck a tiddy. She shoved her face in greedily, steadying herself by practically embracing Derpy’s boobs. She could feel the milk flowing copiously down the changeling’s neck – and getting more copious as Derpy’s condition kicked in. Her breasts swelled bigger and bigger as the flow of milk redoubled. And this was just the beginning. “Good girl,” Derpy cooed gently. “Drink up and grow nice an’ big for Momma Derpy.”

“I-” the lead changeling said, briefly pulling away from her meal, prompting a frown from the larger pony. “Mommy, I feel weird...”

“That’s just the milk, dear,” Derpy replied. Since the incident with Twilight, her milk’s nutrition content had skyrocketed – to the point where the raw, unfiltered stuff directly from the tap caused significant (albeit temporary) growth. It was mildly annoying in that she had to go through a fairly lengthy process to get the milk she sold to the point where it didn’t do that, but she was generally okay with it because it resulted in a significantly more interesting sex life. The point was that feeling weird after drinking her milk was... well, not normal, none of the effects of Derpy’s milk were particularly normal. But normal for her.

Though Derpy began to have second thoughts on that front as the lead changeling stumbled backwards dizzily. Her body let out weird groaning noises and her stomach had swelled out significantly more than was normal for the amount of milk she’d drank. It was not, she realized with a sinking dread, that much of a stretch for her milk to have a different effect on changelings than it did on ponies. Hopefully it wasn’t lethal, because she really didn’t relish the idea of having just mom dommed someone to death.

Thankfully, that concern was quickly washed away as the usual side-effects of her milk kicked in. Just... more explosively than normal. And more. The lead changeling erupted to twice her height, with tits that rivalled Derpy’s and a cock the size of a small child. Derpy was pretty sure that hadn’t been there before, though it wasn’t really surprising. Changelings were shapeshifters, after all, as the name implied. It made sense that physical sex was really more of a suggestion than a concrete rule. Whatever, Derpy was a size queen at heart so she was absolutely not gonna fucking complain. That being said, this was usually the endpoint most ponies reached by the time Derpy was done with them, already reached before they’d even gotten started. “Holy shit.”

The lead changeling looked over herself bewildered. “I was... aware of the effects of your milk, but I wasn’t expecting them to be quite so pronounced. Maybe it’s all the motherly love? Or some kind of weird interaction between pony and changeling magic?” She attempted to stand up, only to bump her head on the ceiling of the relatively small cave they were hiding in. “I, uh, don’t think this is quite what you had in mind when you told me to grow big and strong.”

“That’s a bold assumption,” Derpy retorted.

“Um?”

“We should probably move outside, though. You and you,” she said, pointing to two of the remaining not massive changelings. “Help us get somewhere with a lot more space. You two, go to my home and get my milking setup, we’re gonna need it. If Sparkler or Dinky are there, tell them I said ‘kumquat’ and they’ll help you out, no questions asked. And you,” she finished, turning to face the lead changeling. “I believe I was promised a breeding?”

“My dick’s almost as big as you are! And I’m still getting bigger!”

“Good,” Derpy said, licking her lips. “‘cos that’s just how Mommy likes it.”
Footjob Parlour II

Lilly, to the surprise of exactly zero people, was a virgin. Of course she was, she’d barely ever left home before and absolutely never left her home unsupervised. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what sex was. She’d just never done it before, or at least not in real life. As a result of her... condition, much of her childhood had been spent being locked in the basement. And then the rest of her childhood and a significant chunk of her adulthood had been dedicated to repairing the damage that neglect had done to her. And so the extent of her sexual experience was a lot of masturbation and occasionally fantasizing about cybersex. This was, as stated, the first time she’d really been out on her own ever. It was a big step in reclaiming some degree of independence, which was a big fucking deal.

So, naturally, she somehow managed to immediately bumblefuck her way into a sexy massage parlour with a paw-fetish focus. More specifically, she currently found herself buried under a very large penis. Easily bigger than she was, bright red, unusually soft and squishy in spite of clearly being fully erect, and it smelled like cherries. Which was fitting, she supposed, considering the person it belonged to was named Cherry.

“Normally I would have Melon or Grape do this. But, well, you seem stressed. It wouldn’t be right not to finish your massage because I was a bit irresponsible in keeping our supply of lotion topped up.”

“Mnf.”

“Besides, you’re enjoying yourself. Momma can tell.”

“Mnf.”

“Lick,” Cherry ordered. Lilly wasn’t really in a position to object. She wasn’t really in a position to do much of anything, really. Cherry’s cock was so fucking huge, big and heavy and right fucking on top of her. She made an attempt to lift it up off of her and failed miserably. She just plain wasn’t strong enough. Not that she particularly objected to licking Cherry’s cock, of course. It was just that really she’d rather be doing it on her own terms. But, well, when she tried to say as much all she could manage was a muffled “Mnf.” And so really all she could do for now was play along until hopefully Cherry at least took her giant fucking penis off of her.

Unsurprisingly, it tasted of cherries. Even more intensely than it smelled of cherries. Sweet and tart and sticky. But there was also an undertone that she couldn’t really put her finger on. Sort of salty and bitter and... musky? Musky. Sort of familiar, but not familiar enough for her to put a name to it. Whatever it was, it seemed to be having the same effect on her as the lotion. Sending tingles through her body, concentrating in her boobs and paws and... well, in her cunt, no point beating around the bush at this point. However, much like it tasted much more intensely of cherries than it smelled, the tingling it caused was much more intense than the tingling from the lotion. Lilly quivered, her back instinctively arching to press herself more firmly against Cherry’s wood – as though it was necessary or even made any appreciable difference. She grinded against it as best as she was capable of, the pleasure plateauing higher and higher and higher until-

Cherry abruptly removed her cock from on top of Lilly. “Ah, no cumming yet, dear. We’ve only just started!”

“Mnnn,” Lilly groaned. Intellectually she knew this was probably her chance to ask for Cherry to maybe tone it down a little bit. But right now all she could manage was to feel mildly annoyed that she’d just gotten cut off before getting to finish again.

“Are you by any chance a virgin?” After a moment of silent squirming, Lilly slowly nodded. “That explains a lot. Alright then, a slight change of plans.” Cherry snapped her fingers. “Lotion making is quite a lot for a virgin, after all.”

“I guess?” Lilly replied, still a bit dazed.

“So,” Cherry said with a slight smirk as Grape and Melon stepped out from behind her and stood at her sides. Lilly was pretty sure they’d not teleported, but also she hadn’t actually noticed them coming into the room. “Obviously the best course of action is to rectify that little problem. Thoroughly.”

“Um.”

“And in the meantime, to make up for the lack of lotion, the sextuplets are going to give you the Royal Treatment.” Grape and Melon strode forward, kneeling down on either side of her body and gently grasped a paw each.

And, in the meantime, four more busty bunnies stepped out from behind Cherry. “Melon and Grape will tend to your legs, Lemon and Lime will handle your arms, Plum will handle your hips, Peach will deal with your torso, and I’ll supervise~”

“That’s, um. Th-that’s...” Lilly trailed off as Lemon and Lime took up their positions on either side of her. She’d not really gotten a good look at Melon or Grape when she’d first entered the building – they’d both been in the middle of giving a footrub to a cumming bunny, on their knees and facing away from each other. Still, between the way their asses had moulded around their legs and the way their breasts had been visible from behind, Lilly could guess that their proportions were ample. And, sure enough, assuming they were identical sextuplets, the better view afforded by their current position confirmed that their tits were huge, their asses were fat, and their curves were ample. They didn’t hold a candle to Cherry, of course, but in the heat of the moment Lilly didn’t really care. They also lacked male bits, but again; Lilly struggled to give a shit what was in their pants. Or lack thereof, as the case may be. Lemon and Lime each grasped one of her hands and gently squeezed them which felt surprisingly good.

Plum took up a position between her legs and began to lick her still-moist pussy, which felt unsurprisingly good. “A-ah! Wha-”

“I did say we’d be dealing with your virginity, dear. Just relax and let us make you feel good.” That was just a little bit annoying. Lilly had plans for her virginity, god dammit, and even if they were unlikely to actually come to fruition, it was still a bit frustrating to have them completely derailed by a collection of random strangers.

Cherry, if she even realized, clearly didn’t give a shit. “Peach?” The final remaining sextuplet nodded wordlessly, before elegantly climbing up onto the massage table and straddling Lilly. She got onto her knees and bent over, fat ass in the air, before slooooowly lowering it onto the smaller bun’s face. God, it was huge. And perfect. Perfectly round and firm but not too firm, cheeks pressing tightly together in spite of the way she was bending. It consumed her perception, like it was the only other thing in the room aside from herself, almost seeming to grow (that was actually just an optical illusion caused by it getting closer, though she wouldn’t be surprised if the sextuplets could make their butts grow somehow.)

Lilly had always been very holistic in her tastes – if you asked her, there wasn’t really any part of a cute girl she preferred to the others so long as the whole thing was, on average, cute. But, well, her feelings towards asses somewhat contradicted that. They were complicated. She loved a nice, big butt, but she also had to be careful around them because of her condition.

She realized a bit too late that maybe she should have said something about that before Peach sat on her face. “Oh dear,” she muttered at the last second before her face was consumed by bun buns. “You’re mooning me.”

Normally, for other people with the same condition, that wouldn’t be a trigger at all. But... as stated before, Lilly was very sheltered. Which, she supposed, was understandable. She’d not quite gotten to the point where she could forgive her parents for locking her in the basement and just sort of leaving her there, but she could at least see where they were coming from. Sort of. A lot of it was ignorance. There was a lot of misinformation out there about how the whole thing worked and people who didn’t have the condition thus usually didn’t know how to deal with it. She was not, she’d been told, the only person who had ended up locked in a cage. It was as much for her own safety as it was for others. It was something that took a lot of practice to get under control, and a child obviously couldn’t possibly have gotten to that point yet.

Unfortunately, keeping her as far away from the moon as possible at all times had resulted in her developing a bit of a hair trigger.

Lilly’s whole body felt tight and hot. Sort of like the sensations from the lotion or Cherry’s dick, though she was familiar enough to notice the difference immediately. Her first instinct was panic, of course. This was not a particularly safe setting for an attack. There were a lot of people here and she was completely unrestrained and she clearly didn’t have this as under control as she’d thought when she’d elected to risk solo travel. But she swallowed back her panic as best as she could. Trying to hold it back would only make it worse, and the more she fought it the worse it would be. Better to let it happen and instead focus on maintaining control. Keep her breathing steady and keep her mind calm.

The tightness and fullness slowly began to build and build as the transformation kicked in. First came her fur – its colour darkened and it became much thicker and courser. Power flowed into her body as weedy, feminine muscles began to swell and fill out. Her paws shifted slightly to accommodate the thicker, sharper claws. Her face similarly shifted, bones creaking and groaning as it lengthened into a slightly more canine snout, complete with significantly more canine teeth.

“Oh my,” Cherry said from behind her – at some point she must have moved. “That’s certainly unexpected. Not unwelcome though. Just, ah, try not to eat any of the sextuplets. It would be a bit of an ordeal to get them back out before they get digested.”

Lilly could make no promises on that front. Her jaws pried themselves open and her longer, thicker tongue slid its way into bunny cunny. And bunny cunny tasted gooooood. Her arms moved similarly on their own to grab Peach’s peach and give it a good squeeze, effortlessly pulling Lemon and Lime along for the ride. They didn’t seem to particularly mind, though, giggling eagerly as they were practically flung through the air. Once they settled, they quickly moved from rubbing her hands to squeezing and groping her biceps. “So big!”

“So strong!”

“So sexy~” Peach cooed. “Mmmm, don’t listen to Momma. You’re a big bad wolf and I’m just a slutty little sex-bunny. The only thing we’re good for is makin’ big bad wolves bigger and stronger and sexier.”

“Oi,” one of the other buns interjected. “Don’t drag us into your weird vore fetish.”

“Oh, come on, getting eaten is fun an’ sexy! At least try it once!”

“No!”

Lilly mostly tuned the rest of the conversation out – she’d gotten the gist of it. The others weren’t interested in being werewolf food, but Peach was literally actively asking for it. And, well, far be it from Lilly to deny such a polite request. She opened her mouth wide and then wider as her whole body surged bigger. Big enough to slide Peach down her eager gullet effortlessly.

The transformation finished, accompanied by a wet belch. “Oh,” Lilly muttered as she realized what she’d done. Idly, she looked down at the shelf of boob she’d developed as a result of the transformation and then beyond it at the very large, full tum. Years and years of no exposure to even depictions of the moon meant that now, as an adult, when she wolfed out she wolfed the fuck out. The smallest amount of growth she ever experienced still left her at around eleven feet tall. But in spite of her amazonian stature, Peach still made an obvious impact on her figure. “Um. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Cherry said with a weary sigh. “She was encouraging you. Honestly, all of you girls have been very poorly behaved today. Between this, Melon and Grape giving a customer a happy ending in the front of the shop, and don’t think I don’t know what you did with my lunch, the rest of you.”

“Sorry, Momma,” the sextuplets said in perfect unison, including some muffled gurgles from Peach.

“You’ll just have to make it up to me later. I do still need to make that lotion, after all. As for you, up.”

Lilly obeyed sheepishly. She really didn’t like voring people – she wasn’t particularly into it from a sexual standpoint and it represented a failure to maintain that control she fought so hard for. “Sorry,” she said again.

“I told you, it’s fine,” Cherry said gently. “I’m not as good at this as Lei but I can get her out fairly easily. It’ll just take some doing.”

“You can?” Cherry nodded gently, before placing her hands on Lilly’s shoulders. In spite of Lilly being eleven feet tall, she was still larger by a good foot or so. She was also drooling slightly, and licked her lips hungrily before opening her mouth. “U-um?” was all Lilly managed to say before the larger bun darted forward, cramming her head into her mouth.

Being eaten was a surreal sensation. Lilly wasn’t sure she liked it, but the end result was kind of nice. Warm and comforting, like a full body hug. “There. It’ll take some time to separate you two out, so I hope you don’t have anywhere to be for a while.”

“I, um, kind of do,” Lilly replied.

“Ah. Well, I’ll go as quickly as I can, but it’ll still take an hour or so.”

“That’s fine,” Lilly said uncertainly. An hour should be enough time for her to change back, and hopefully would give her enough time to rush to meet up with Vicky. Still, this whole situation was a bit frustrating. She’d basically been pressured into sex by some strangers and now she was probably going to be late to meet up with the person she actually kinda wanted to have sex with.

And she’d still not even gotten to cum yet god dammit.

“Now,” Cherry said, seemingly unaware of her client’s annoyed state. “In the meantime, I’ve really not provided the best service to you. That simply won’t do, so allow me to make it up to you.”

“Uh?”

Cherry flopped back onto her massive ass and wrapped her hands around her cock. It took a moment before the fact that she could feel Cherry’s hands wrapped around her cock clicked in Lilly’s mind. The larger bun nodded at the remaining five employees, and they quickly moved forward to help her tend to her massive shaft – it was so big that she couldn’t properly jerk herself off without help. “After all, you haven’t even gotten to cum yet.”

“Oh?”

“Let’s fix that.”

“Oh.”