Being unemployed meant it was easy to lose track of the date. Days sort of blurred together in a vague mess of time. It didn’t matter if it was Monday or Saturday if you didn’t have a nine-to-five. There was no context, no reason to keep track of the date beyond holidays. And usually it wasn’t too hard to notice one was coming up if you bothered to keep up with social media. People would usually post about whatever holiday was coming up, and you’d see it trending on your hellsite of choice at least a week in advance.

Joe didn’t really bother keeping up with social media, though. His best bet at noticing oncoming holidays was when supermarkets started selling seasonal shit. If there were fun-sized candy bars and pumpkins, it was probably September. The availability of whole-ass turkeys signalled November. Christmas decorations typically came up around Thanksgiving, but the real seasonal push didn’t come until December proper. Back to school shit was August.

The real difficulty was when a holiday didn’t have a set date. Those were the ones that fucking snuck up on you. You couldn’t tell when in the year it was when they started putting up chocolate shaped like bunnies, beyond “springtime, I guess?” Easter could pop up anywhere from the end of April to Literally The First Day Of The Month and he hated it.

Not, of course, because he particularly relished the holiday. Joe would be the first to admit that he was a bit of a shut-in. And by a bit of a shut-in, he meant that he almost never went outside when he didn’t have to, if he could help it. He was, technically speaking, very much a NEET. He had an income, just about enough to comfortably maintain a modest lifestyle. But it wasn’t a reliable income. He had to rely on unemployment and on his parents to be certain that he had money for rent, though he usually was pretty good about paying his parents back at least. The real reason that Joe cared about knowing Easter was coming in advance was because that was the time of year when you posted Bunny Girls Fucking.

It was somewhat important for a furry porn artist to at least try and keep up with seasonal trends. People liked to see relevant images in their feeds. Some even outright went out of their way to seek out seasonally relevant smut, and that meant posting a Bunny Girl Fucking on Easter got you attention. And if they liked what they see, they’d stick around and maybe give you money with which to pay rent and buy food and (if there’s any leftover) to give to other furry pornographers in exchange for a drawing.

Drawing furry porn was a surprisingly complicated job, all things considered. You had all the concerns and worries of any creative job, but without any help with accounting or marketing, and those were both subjects that made Joe’s eyes glaze over. And you certainly couldn’t ask for help without outing yourself as a weird sexual deviant. Especially if, like Joe, you were also a consumer of furry porn. His dad would probably be able to help him more efficiently keep track of his financial situation, but that would require telling his dad exactly what he did for a living and he was absolutely not doing that, thanks.

Marketing was, at least, a little easier. Carefully tag your work so people interested in the subject matter can find it. Stay as prolific as possible. And, of course, keep up with what’s trending – and get good at predicting trends. Getting a meme outfit drawing out doesn’t matter if you take so long to draw the damn thing that by the time it’s posted the meme outfit is no longer a meme. Which is why he liked holiday themed porn. No need to predict whether something will trend or not. Reindeer always trend in December. Witch costumes always trend in October. And Bunny Girl Fucking always trended in April.

And Joe really liked Bunny Girl Fucking.

It was, in his experience, somewhat unusual for furry pornographers to consume their own subject matter, which frankly baffled him. Part of the reason he’d started drawing in the first place was that there weren’t quite enough talented artists catering to his specific fetishes so he took it upon himself to provide for the masses. He couldn’t really fathom someone drawing kink shit they actively found disgusting. He tried to make a point of having as few hard “no I will not draw that” subjects as possible, but even he had his limits and most people were very understanding about that. But Joe saw so many artists who, when asked if they got off to their own work, responded with “no, I’m not really into the kind of stuff I draw.” And it always baffled him.

That was most of why Joe really cared about keeping track of when Easter happened, really. Keeping on top of the trends was important, of course. But he liked to get excited over all the Easter-themed bunny smut. He had, over the course of March and early April, managed to complete a good ten of them in advance. He liked to be prepared so he could quickly spam a bunch and then dedicate the rest of the day to celebrating Easter in his own way.

He had also made sure to buy a significant quantity of lube, several bottles of lotion, and like fifty fucking boxes of tissues. Which was overkill, of course – he didn’t have infinite sexual stamina, he had to take breaks and shit. But, hey, this way he didn’t have to worry about tissues until next Easter.

Step one was to wake up relatively early. He set his alarm, and spent the preceding months adjusting his sleep schedule to prevent himself from being a zombie for the whole damn day. He woke up, got out of bed, and shambled over to the kitchen to grab a quick cup of coffee and a microwavable breakfast burrito. Get the day started off right, god dammit. He wanted to maximize his enjoyment of Bunny Girl Fucking Day, and it wouldn’t do to spend the whole thing in a half-asleep haze because he’d underdosed on caffeine and not eaten anything. Likewise, he had to take a break for a lunch burrito and another for a dinner burrito.

Of course, he had to spend the first few minutes of the day in said half-asleep haze. It took time to brew coffee and microwave a burrito, and his kitchen wasn’t in his bedroom. Which is probably why he initially didn’t register that the cute bunny girl sitting on his couch was unusual.

“Ah, you’re awake!” she said, bright and bubbly in spite of it being barely eight. Joe had never really quite wrapped his head around waking up before ten, and even that was a bit early in his books. “That’s good, we can get an early start. Oh, don’t feel rushed though. We’ve got all day, after all.”

Joe grumbled in response. It was a bit too early for him to be properly verbal, and also his mouth was full of burrito. The bunny girl, for her part, was content to patiently wait for him to have breakfast. She sat, idly twiddling her thumbs, staring at him, and smiling. She was, he noted in his barely awake state, quite cute. A bit vanilla for his specific tastes, but vanilla wasn’t a problem. Her breasts weren’t outright hyper or anything, but they were still quite large relative to her frame, and though he couldn’t see her butt directly, her proportions implied that it was probably pert and perky. Very svelte, but still curvy, and relatively heavy on the thighs and hips. Like a fairly attractive woman, but she was a rabbit. Petite, about a head shorter than he was – it was hard to determine while standing up, but it was a reasonable enough estimation, and one he confirmed once he sat down next to her with his coffee and the remaining half a burrito. “Sorry about the mess. And, uh, being only in my underwear. If I’d known I was gonna have a guest I’d have at least put pants and a shirt on.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she replied with a smile. Almost immediately upon his taking a seat, she placed a slender, feminine hand on the crotch of his grey boxers and began to gently stroke. “Getting dressed would be somewhat counterproductive. Though, if you want, you can go grab a quick shower before we get started.”

“I showered before bed last night, it’s probably fine.”

“That’s good! We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, and you’ll want to be ready. You’ll probably want to finish off your burrito and your coffee, too. Sooner rather than later.”

“Okay,” Joe replied uncertainly. His mind was beginning to register that something wasn’t quite normal about this situation, but the caffeine hadn’t quite kicked in yet so exactly what was odd about a bunny girl sitting on his couch and unsubtly building up to a handjob eluded him. His mind was stuck in ‘dream logic’ mode. “So, what’s your story, exactly?”

“Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name’s Ēostre. Or Ēastre, or Ēastro. I find most modern English-speakers find Ôstara the easiest to pronounce, and honestly Ostara is probably fine, I can’t afford to be picky. You probably know of me as the Easter Bunny, though.”

“Ah,” he replied. That right there was enough for his brain to break out of dream logic mode and realize that he was currently getting a handjob from someone claiming to be the goddamn Easter Bunny. “Um, what?”

“It seems a bit far fetched, doesn’t it?”

“Well, uh.” Joe glanced downward. She was no longer building up to a handjob – his cock was erect, and she had her hand wrapped around it through his boxers and was gently stroking it up and down. He could feel it, albeit through a layer of fabric. Her gentle grasp, her soft fur, the movement. “I think I’m gonna believe you for now,” he finished. If this was a dream, there was no harm in playing along. And if it wasn’t a dream then freaking out about it wouldn’t do him any good. And, well, also there was the obvious fact that he was reluctant to turn down a handjob from a cute girl, especially if that cute girl was also a rabbit.

“I should probably explain in more detail. I’m an old Germanic goddess of spring and light and fertility and such. I mostly got trampled out by Christianity, though, and nowadays there’s even scholars who think I was made up by some eighth century monk named Bede, can you believe that?” Ostara carefully manoeuvred his cock out of the little flap on the front of his underwear – the name escaped him at the moment, and for obvious reasons he wasn’t particularly interested in the semantics. She resumed gently stroking his shaft, and this time he could feel her directly on his flesh. God she was so soft. “Usually that’s a death sentence for a god, but the Christians, especially Roman Christians, had a habit of taking pagan names and rituals and applying them to similar rituals in their own religion. So Ôstarmânoth got replaced with Paschal month, and in the relevant parts of the world they just called it Easter. Mmm, an eager one, aren’t we?” she cooed in response to a slight twitch from Joe’s cock. “Are you a virgin?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” Joe replied sheepishly.

“Well, not for much longer~ Try not to cum just yet, though, I’ve got a little bit more exposition to go through and anyway I don’t want any of your Seed going to waste.”

“Okay.”

Ostara nodded, and then slid off the couch and positioned herself on her knees in front of him, still jerking him off. Her face was inches away from his cock, and as she spoke he let out a groan as the air escaping from her mouth tickled his shaft. “So technically, technically Easter celebrations were worshipping me. But it wasn’t direct enough to really do more than keep me on life support, you know? It wasn’t until the holiday started getting commercialized and secularized that I was really able to take it back, and even then only sort of. The Easter Bunny is essentially an avatar of mine, though not a proper avatar. I’ve... appropriated it.”

“Okay,” Joe managed, though it was somewhat difficult. Ostara was, it seemed, very good at this. Her hand was so soft, and went at just the right rate to keep him not quite on the edge of climax.

“An internet meme in the mid 2000s gave me an association with Ishtar. It’s not technically accurate, but enough people believed it that it’s stuck. Sacred prostitution and all that, it wouldn’t do for a sex goddess to be bad at handjobs~”

“Okay but then if you’re the Easter Bunny, why do you look like that.”

“Well, that’s the fun bit. Around the turn of the millennium, the internet started hitting mainstream popularity and as a result a lot of otherwise niche groups started to be able to more easily contact each other. Bond over shared interests, and share artwork. Like, for instance, artwork of the Easter Bunny as a cute girl getting fucked. And other people jerked off to that art.” She paused looking up at him while practically beaming. “Acts of worship.”

“Okay but- fuuuck.” Joe’s reply was reduced to a moan as Ostara licked his cock, slowly and languidly from the base to the tip, ending with a kiss of his head.

“From there, it spread from just art of the Easter Bunny, to art of any bunny girl. And then art of any bunny at all. And now, well. I’m no longer Ostara, goddess of spring and light and fertility. Well, I am. There’s neopagans who worship me, and there’s still the association with secular Easter. But by far the most worship I get is as Ostara, goddess of furry porn.”

“Oh. That, uh, that explains a lot.”

“And you, Joe, are my most dedicated worshipper.”

“What?”

Ostara didn’t answer his question, or at least not right away and not directly. She briefly let go of his cock and stood up, still smiling warmly at him. “After all, if creating furry porn is an act of worship, and if enjoying furry porn is an act of worship, and especially climaxing to depictions of me is an act of worship, then- well, let’s just say that you’re the single biggest factor in my having enough power to manifest at all. Or one of them, at least, I have a lot of worshippers these days, which makes it a bit difficult to keep track of exactly where people fall in the proverbial rankings. But I promise you, you’re definitely farther up the list than you might expect! So!” she gently pulled Joe forward on the couch, and then reached down to steady his cock as she straddled him. “I figured the prudent thing to do would be to give you the honour of worshipping me more directly.”

Ostara plunged, taking Joe’s cock to the hilt in one fell swoop. Her motions were fluid and swift. Joe barely noticed the transition from straddling him to having his cock inside of her, her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, hands on his shoulders and body pressing into his. He felt a brief pang of insecurity – Ostara was not only very pretty, she was a literal goddess made flesh. And, well, Joe was a dumpy fat NEET who hadn’t showered and was still wearing day-old boxers and still had burrito grease smeared on his face. But that insecurity was quickly washed away when she kissed him. Her lips were soft and warm. Everything about her was soft and warm, from her lips to her breasts to her waist to her hips to her thighs to her goddamn toes.

She broke the kiss, moving her head to whisper directly into his ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll be doing all the work here. You just need to remember that this isn’t just sex, it’s worship. Every individual sperm is mine. Your whole body is mine. Your very fucking soul. You belong to me, and I am your Goddess, and you worship me above all others. Do you understand?”

Joe was, of course, a bit distracted at the moment. The way her tits pressed into his chest. The way her thighs squeezed him. The way her inner muscles expertly worked his shaft. His body was operating on instinct. But if this is what worshipping Ostara entailed then sign him the fuck up, bro. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he muttered idly. And then, he continued, the words coming to him almost reflexively. “I dedicate this moment, this act, to you, my Goddess now and forever. My seed is yours, my body is yours, every act of creation I dedicate to you.”

Ostara responded by cumming, almost the exact instant that Joe finished his dedication. “Oooh, yessss direct worship is always sooooo much more potent.” She tightened her grip, both with her arms and legs, pulling him closer to her quivering body while her cunt went absolutely wild, convulsing around his cock and leaking copious amounts of fluid. Not the only part of her that was leaking either – to the surprise of no one, Joe could feel moisture against his chest as she began to leak. What fertility goddess worth her salt didn’t lactate? “N-now, finish the rite! Breed me! Fill my womb with your sacred Seed! Fucking cum for meeeeeee!”

Joe didn’t need the instruction, really. He probably would have came when he did regardless – he’d been on the edge for a while now, and Ostara was no longer making any effort to keep him there. Still, it was hot as fuck. He could feel his balls pulling tightly against his body as he came for his Goddess. Quite copiously, too. He had been abstaining from jerking off in the week or so leading up to Easter, had altered his diet to one that claimed it would help up his production, had even taken a few supplements, and of course Ostara had been edging him for a while. Still, it was a lot even factoring that in. It came and came and came, to the point where it crossed the line and became unnatural. Presumably, he realized, the result of literal divine intervention.

Ostara certainly seemed to be enjoying the result. She squeezed tightly against his body, so much so that it almost hurt. Her body had gone almost completely rigid – no more thrusting, just a slight, subtle quiver. Her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out slightly as she let out a high-pitched whining noise of pleasure. Her eyes, though not quite to the point where they had rolled into the back of her head, were still pointed decidedly upwards.

And her cunt had clamped tightly around his cock. Not so much as a drop of his orgasm managed to escape her vice-like constraint. And he was still cumming, quite a lot. He could feel her belly ballooning outwards against his own in a way he was fairly sure didn’t happen in real life. Of course, he reminded himself, this wasn’t a situation to which real life constraints applied. The fact that he was cumflating the literal furry sex goddess that had materialized on his couch was hardly the most unrealistic part of that sentence, and he got the impression that things were only getting started.

As if cued by that train of thought, Ostara tightened her grip yet again. “Oh fuck yesssssss,” she hissed as she began thrusting again. The position they were in left the full weight of her body pressing down on him, so he noticed almost immediately when that weight began to increase. Joe wasn’t particularly surprised by this development – indeed, if his porn was the single greatest contributor of faith to her, he was surprised that she had started out as normally proportioned as she was. Where before their position left their faces roughly level, her head’s slow but steady upwards momentum left his face buried in the soft fur of her neck. And then lower, buried in her cleavage as their size difference fully reversed itself.

Cleavage that, he noted, was significantly more ample than it had been initially. It was hard to tell exactly how proportionally large they were from his current vantage point – his vision was entirely filled with soft white fur. But they felt like they were bigger than they should have been. They had been large, certainly, but not large enough to quite so completely envelop his head the way they were doing. Of course, he also wasn’t surprised that her tits had grown. What goddess of furry porn worth her salt didn’t have giant fucking tits?

That train of thought was quickly interrupted as his couch broke. Joe didn’t see it happening, of course. But he could hear it and feel it, a slight nausea like being on an elevator that was slightly overtuned as the legs of the couch snapped and they dropped onto the ground. The sudden change in elevation caused Ostara to fall backwards, slipping off of his cock and landing on her back. Which, with another sickening crunch, caused his table to also break. Joe couldn’t help but wince slightly. Neither the couch nor table would be particularly cheap to replace. This was also around when he lost track of his breakfast. Probably should have listened to the goddess when she told him to finish his coffee and burrito, but in his defence you try eating while getting a handjob.

At some point, he had stopped cumming, although he wasn’t entirely sure when. Ostara, meanwhile, rather pointedly hadn’t. She groaned and writhed and moaned on the floor of his apartment as she continued to grow. More and more of the floorspace was dominated by the now massive bunny. With his face no longer buried in her tits, Joe could get a much better look at how much bigger she’d gotten. Which was, unsurprisingly, substantially. Her tits had to be several times the size of her head, and the rest of her was decidedly no longer svelte. She had already been fairly bottom heavy, but relative to her slender frame, and now her ass was absolutely colossal while her hips were wide and womanly. And she was big, overall. Her growth seemed to have come to a stop but she still had to be around twice as tall as she had been at first, and proportionally thicker.

In spite of her growth, her belly was still distended with Joe’s output – more distended than it had been when he’d stopped cumming, in fact. Gravid, with a tight and heavy curve. Less cumflation and more pregnancy. Which, again, given Joe’s taste in porn and the fact that even before becoming the goddess of furry smut Ostara had still been a fertility goddess, wasn’t really surprising. The smart money on the next development would be egg laying.

And, sure enough, an egg rather unceremoniously popped out. Joe would have expected it to take a bit more effort on Ostara’s part, given the thing was easily the size of his head. But, well, it was probably for the best. He liked a good pregnancy as much as the next guy – probably moreso, if he was honest – but he’d never particularly been into the logical conclusion. Eggs were better than actual babies, but in general the thought just reminded him of that one extremely graphic video of a woman giving birth they’d made sophomore biology students watch. Better to get things over with as swiftly and unrealistically as possible.

The egg itself was very large, and was covered with a bright, colourful pattern. She had laid an easter egg. Because of course she had. Why on earth wouldn’t she have laid an easter egg? It glistened slightly from the residual moisture of her cunt, and was quickly joined by another and another. Ostara’s pregnant belly slowly deflated back down as she laid egg after egg after egg in a pile at Joe’s feet.

Eventually, she stopped laying eggs and calmed down, lying on his floor in a wet, sticky mess. Her (very ample) chest heaved up and down in time with her heavy breathing, and thin streams of milk flowed freely – Joe was frankly shocked it was so little. “That was quite impressive!” she said, breathlessly. “Clearly your belief in me is quite fervent!”

“Well, uh, it’d be kinda dumb to not believe in you at this point.” Joe awkwardly pulled himself up off the wreckage of the couch. This whole situation was completely alien to him – as he’d stated earlier, he was kind of a virgin. Even disregarding the obviously fantastical elements, like the growth and the cumflation and the rapid rabbit pregnancy, he’d just actually had sex with a cute girl. Who happened to be a rabbit. And a goddess. “Uh, thanks for the reward?” he said, sheepishly and uncertainly. He wouldn’t have any idea what to say in this situation if this were normal sex, let alone ritualistic worship sex with an actual literal goddess as a reward for being her most fervent believer (apparently). After the sheer magnitude of his orgasm, he was honestly surprised that he could think straight enough to say that much at all.

Ostara tilted her head slightly in confusion. “Reward?” She pulled herself out of the big pile of post-sex, post-egg laying bliss she’d ended up in and into a more normal sitting position. Given her sheer size, Joe doubted she’d be able to actually stand upright, or at least not comfortably.

Of course, right now Joe found himself with other concerns. “I thought you said that this was... You know, a reward. For like. Worshipping you and helping you manifest. And stuff.”

Ostara’s eyes widened slightly with realization, and she let out a soft giggle. “Oh, no, no. That wasn’t a reward for anything. Like I said, I gave you the honour of worshipping me directly, which would be a pretty crappy reward considering that you’re going to be doing a lot of worshipping me from now on.”

“Oh.” Joe had, he supposed, misinterpreted what Ostara had said and done so far. He supposed he could see where she was coming from, though – if having sex was an act of worship and worship made her stronger, then she got significantly more out of their brief bit of fun than he had. Still, he had to admit he was a bit disappointed that it wasn’t quite as special as he’d thought. Though, on the other hand, she’d specifically mentioned he’d be doing a lot of worshipping her from now on. Which, unless he was misreading her intentions again, implied this wasn’t going to be the last time he’d be allowed some up close and personal time with his Goddess. “Well, thanks for letting me, uh, ‘worship’ you up close then? Sorry for assuming I’d get a reward????” Honestly he was absolutely a fish out of water right now, in terms of the general etiquette for this situation. Was there etiquette for this situation? He didn’t know.

“I didn’t say you wouldn’t get a reward you silly boy,” Ostara responded with another gentle laugh. “Just that the fucking isn’t your reward.”

“Uh?” Joe found himself thoroughly caught off guard – as though he’d ever been on guard at any point since Ostara had started giving him a handjob.

“You are at least a significant portion of why I’m capable of interacting with mortals again at all! It wouldn’t do to let that go unrewarded! The sex was because I was only just powerful enough to manifest a basic avatar. Your reward requires quite a lot more power than that. And my, ah, long-term goals require more power still. That said-” She briefly paused to gesture at her much larger body. “Your worship was much more potent than I was initially expecting! I assumed it would take all day to get to this point!”

“Is that good?”

“It depends on what you mean by good, really. I was initially planning on having a lot more sex to get myself up to this point so there’s that.”

“Oh.” Less sex was definitely not good in Joe’s book.

“But on the other hand I’m at the point where I can move on to phase two hours earlier than I planned on! At this rate we’ll quite likely be done in weeks or even days instead of months.”

“Okay.” Most of what Ostara was saying honestly went over Joe’s head. “That’s good?”

“For you? Yes. Phase two is your reward. Which I promise you is going to be significantly better than sex.”

That got Joe’s attention. The sex had already been extremely good, and if whatever this mysterious reward is was better, then... Well, Joe struggled to wrap his mind around just how good it might be. Or even what it was at all. That was probably an important thing to know, he realized as the fog of lust started to clear a little bit – though only a little. It was kind of hard to not be extremely distracted given Ostara was very large and very only a few feet away from him and oh man did she smell good. “Okay. What’s the reward though?”

Ostara smiled, before wordlessly reaching down and picking up one of her eggs and handing it to Joe. “All of them are yours, of course, but it’s probably best that you start with just one for now.”

“Okay,” Joe said uncertainly, turning the egg over in his hands a few times. As established, it was very large. Around the size of his head or so, maybe a bit bigger. It was heavy, too, quite a bit more hefty than he would have expected. “And, uh... What do I do with it?”

“You eat it, silly! Go on, take a bite or two!”

“Right...” Somehow, Joe felt a bit underwhelmed. He didn’t mean to be ungrateful, of course. It was just that, honestly speaking, even if the idea of Ostara laying a bunch of easter eggs in front of him was kinda hot? Eating one of those freshly laid eggs was kinda gross. Still, Ostara was very large and a Goddess. She seemed to be gentle enough, but at the end of the day Joe didn’t really want to risk pissing her off by refusing her gift. Besides, there obviously had to be more to these eggs than met the eye. Swallowing nervously, he lifted the narrow part of the egg up to his mouth and took a bite.

It was, unsurprisingly, chocolate, coated with a thin shell of candy. Really nice chocolate, too. Dark and complex without being bitter, and extremely soft and rich. It melted in his mouth, suffusing his palate with what had to be the best tasting damn chocolate he’d ever had – literally divine. He still wasn’t quite sold on it being better than sex, of course, but it was still good chocolate. He swallowed.

And then he immediately collapsed backwards onto the remains of his couch as he came again.

Ostara moved surprisingly quickly and fluidly considering her size, immediately putting his dick into her mouth so as to not waste so much as a drop of his precious cum. Joe was grateful for that because he suddenly found himself so fucking horny that it hurt. Even in spite of the climax he was currently having, his whole body ached with need, and the sensation of Ostara’s lips on his cock helped to alleviate that, if only a little bit. Her mouth was warm, but the rest of his body was hot so in a weird way it felt refreshingly cool. And beyond that it felt good, at least as good as her cunt had felt. If not slightly better, he realized – probably because when he’d been in her pussy she’d been a significantly less powerful sex goddess than she was now. The heat, the gentle pressure of her teeth, the way her tongue pressed and rubbed against his shaft, the suction and the sensation of her eagerly swallowing his copious load, and the tightness that easily matched her lower lips, it was all too much for him to process. Every muscle in his body was reduced to jelly except for the ones required for thrusting his hips again and again and again as he came and came and came.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long this particular orgasm lasted or how much he came. Again. All he knew was that it wasn’t until after he’d finished that he realized that, considering the vast difference in size between him and Ostara, it was really odd that her throat was so tight, or even tight at all. He didn’t really have much experience with dicks, of course, or at least not dicks that weren’t his or drawings. But he was pretty sure that he was roughly smack in the middle of the average in terms of length. Maybe six or so inches? Certainly not enough to fill up Ostara’s throat quite as much as it felt like he was doing.

The Goddess pulled away, moving agonizingly slowly. Sure enough, it took far, far longer for her to remove his cock from her than it should have. She just kept going and going and yet somehow there was still big, thick, jet-black cockflesh in her mouth. Black? Black. It abso-fucking-lutely didn’t used to be jet fucking black. Nor did it used to have the big, thick medial ring. And it definitely did not, he realized as Ostara finished pulling back, his shaft exiting her mouth with a wet pop, have a flared head. “That’s a horsecock,” he muttered as it flopped against his chest. And a big horsecock, too. He’d heard the phrase ‘third leg’ used euphemistically, but it wasn’t one he’d use to describe his new meat because it was significantly bigger than either of his legs. Big enough that it reached past his head by a good foot or so. He couldn’t see his balls from here, but he could feel them against his legs, heavy and full and big enough to give Ostara’s tits a run for their money.

“And that was just one bite,” Ostara cooed, slowly pulling herself to her feet. She had, Joe realized, grown again. Not nearly as much as her first growth spurt – she’d not doubled in size, or even gained the same amount of height. But she’d grown enough that he easily noticed she was bigger. Standing up wasn’t even slightly possible anymore, and so she had to do some finagling to get into position.

“I suppose I owe you a bit more of an explanation. You see, those weren’t just ordinary candy eggs. They were the result of your rather potent worship germinating in me. Little bite-sized chunks of my divine essence. Or significantly more than bite-sized, I suppose. Like I said, your worship was much more potent than I expected. I’m very nearly the strongest I’ve ever been since the height of my original worship.”

“W-wait,” Joe muttered. “So, then what...” His voice trailed off as his train of thought derailed. It was extremely difficult to think of anything other than how big his dick was and how full his balls were and how good it felt and the fact that Ostara was very clearly manoeuvring into position for more fucking.

“Did you think your reward was going to just be some candy eggs?” Ostara said with a smirk, reaching down to move his shaft into position. “Oh, dear me, no. Your reward is power. You get to be an avatar of Ostara, the Goddess of Furry Porn. This will, of course, result in certain obligations, and you will become an extension of my will. Otherwise you wouldn’t end up with enough power to do anything fun. But don’t worry, I promise you that you’ll retain enough individuality to enjoy yourself.” With that, Ostara lowered her hips and took his shaft into her body. She leaned forward, the movement pulling Joe’s body upwards against her ass and leaving him fucking her doggy style – or at least in the right position to. Unfortunately his balls were way too big for him to be able to move, much less comfortably thrust. He got the impression that was going to change soon, though.

“Now hurry up and finish your eggs. We’ve got a lot of work to do~”

Joe didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t need to be told once. His body moved on instinct, grabbing the egg he’d already taken a bite out of and chowing the fuck down. Earlier he had been savouring the taste of the chocolate, but he’d had enough of that. He was much more interested in what happened after he ate it.

The egg went down quicker than he expected, considering the sheer amount of it. Under normal circumstances he’d absolutely not have been able to eat this much fucking chocolate in one sitting. But, well, these weren’t normal circumstances. As it was, with every bite he found himself almost feeling hungrier, and so he ate more greedily, leaving dark brown stains on the fur around his mouth. Fur? Fur. The same alabaster white as Ostara’s. His face had begun to change shape, too, he realized. He could hear the crunching of bone and feel the shape of his head changing from human to something decidedly more lapine. He let out a soft gasp of arousal, one in a significantly higher register than his voice normally was. Slowly, he lifted his now empty hands in front of his face and watched as all the admittedly meagre muscle he had in his arms melted away into something soft and slender and feminine.

“Oh shit,” he muttered in his newly melodious voice as his transformation kicked into high gear. His hands, no longer occupied by holding the egg, immediately jumped to his chest, clutching his B-cup breasts as they grew and grew and grew. He could feel them swelling beneath his hands and oh man was it hot. It felt exactly as fantastic as he would have expected it to had he ever considered it as a thing that could happen in real life. Like something he’d drawn but real and happening to him. Or her, she supposed, evidenced by the sudden burning need in between her legs, just behind her massive balls. She’d always been fairly confident in her masculinity – there was no confusion, no uncertainty. And one would think suddenly sprouting some girl plumbing wouldn’t change that? But, well, on the other hand, it wasn’t too hard to write it off as Ostara’s influence. If she was going to be an avatar of a goddess, it wasn’t too surprising that her gender identity would change to female. Somehow she was a lot less outraged by that fact than she would have expected. Which was also probably Ostara’s influence. But whatever, she didn’t give a fuck. Right now all that mattered to her was how fucking good it felt. Her new addition practically gushed, thoroughly soaking her boxers that were apparently still intact? She was extremely surprised that growing a penis the rough size and girth of her entire fucking torso hadn’t completely destroyed them.

That said, they were absolutely not long for this world, given her tits weren’t the only things that were getting bigger. She hadn’t exactly been a svelte person before. As a guy, she’d been kinda dumpy and fat, and the only thing keeping her from outright obesity was a low budget and a habit of forgetting to eat for entire days. The point was that, as a guy, Joe hadn’t exactly had a small butt. So it was a testament to just how curvy she was becoming that her previously comfortably loose-fitting boxers were audibly straining to contain her big fat ass and wide, child-bearing hips. Granted, the aforementioned tree-trunk of a cock probably helped in that regard. And her thighs were also extremely thickset. Which made perfect sense, given her new species. Rabbits weren’t exactly known for having puny lower bodies. The hems of her boxers dug into soft flesh in a way that would have been absolutely delightful to look at if she could actually see it around her massive tits and giant horsecock.

And, of course, there was the fact that she was buried to the hilt in Ostara’s tight cunt. To the surprise of no one, it was still really good. Extremely tight, probably tighter than it had been the first time she’d been given the honour of experiencing it. And it moved, too, undulating around her meat not unlike it was trying to jerk her off. Probably because that’s exactly what was happening. And, well, far be it from her to deny her Goddess the seed she so desired. Besides, it wasn’t like she had much say in the matter. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and her body felt tight and tingly, especially concentrated in the base of her shaft. “I- I think I’m gonna-”

“Good girl. You know what comes next.”

Once again, Joe didn’t exactly need to be told. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to erupt. But, well, there was something, some niggling feeling in the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite put it into words, but somehow she knew that it wasn’t quite time to cum just yet. Of course, she didn’t want to disobey her goddess, but... Well, Ostara hadn’t actually told her to cum, had she? She’d not actually used that specific word. Just said that she knew what came next, which could have been a pun, but again; there was that nagging feeling that it wasn’t quite time. She could only hold back for so long, though, so she focused as hard as she could on figuring out what exactly it was that was missing.

And then it hit her. Technically speaking, she’d already dedicated every act of creation to her goddess. But there was still ambiguity there. Yes, sex with Ostara was inherently worship. But the last time she’d cum inside of her, it hadn’t made her grow nearly as much as when she’d directly, specifically made a dedication the first time. So obviously the semantics made a difference. Actively specifically dedicating an act of worship to her goddess verbally made it more potent, probably. Or something. She wasn’t entirely sure, this was obviously all new territory. But... fuck it, it certainly couldn’t hurt. She scrambled for the exact words of the dedication that she’d given the last time and mostly failed miserably. Concentration was understandably difficult given that most of her focus was on ensuring that Mount Joe didn’t erupt just yet, and anyway most of it had just sort of come out instinctively.

Which, actually, now that she thought of it, why was she putting so much thought into something that had happened entirely subconsciously the last time she’d done it? And so she just... stopped thinking about it and let the words come out on their own. Or as best as she was capable of given the situation. “I- I dedicate this moment, this act, to you, my Goddess now and forever,” she muttered, trying her best to get the words out before she finished. “M-my seed is yours, my body is yours, I- oh fuuuuuuuuck~” that was all she managed before her self control gave out, but it was good enough as far as she was concerned.

It was also clearly good enough for Ostara, which was the important thing. Between the second dedication and the cum, that was enough for her to start growing again. A lot. And quickly. It was very hard for her to focus on anything other than how good she felt right now. But once the creaking and groaning sounds of the walls and ceiling as the Goddess quickly began to outgrow the apartment got loud enough to be heard over the sex noises, that was enough to cut through the fog. “Um,” she started, but actually saying anything seemed out of her ability to manage for now.

“Don’t worry,” Ostara replied – apparently she could figure out what Joe was going to say without it actually being said, which she supposed was convenient. And, honestly, not really surprising. “I’m a Goddess, remember? Don’t let yourself get hung up on collateral damage. Just go with the flow.”

“O-okay,” Joe said – though, really, that was easier said than done. Aside from the sex, it was really hard to ignore the increasingly insistent protests of the building. Between the sheer volume of cum and the sheer volume of bun, it was just too far beyond what it was ever built to take. She’d already destroyed his couch and his table – and it was almost certain that she’d probably since bulldozed quite a lot more furniture since. But actually destroying the entire apartment was another thing entirely. Hell, they’d be lucky if Ostara didn’t destroy the whole building. Her current size was kinda small for her typical tastes. Though, granted, on the other hand, this being real life and not a drawing would probably have some effect on her opinion. Hell, she already found herself mentally separating Joe the human male from Joe the bunny herm demigoddess avatar of Ostara. She’d slid pretty comfortably into using “she” instead of “he”, and frankly even just calling herself Joe felt weird. Jo, maybe? Whatever, she had plenty of time to think about that.

“Why don’t you eat the rest of your eggs?” Ostara suggested gently, in time with a particularly worrying noise from the floor that made her really regret not taking that basement apartment instead of one on the fifth floor. Considering that it was only a matter of time until the building’s structural integrity gave out, she found herself immediately doing as she was told – she didn’t want to risk the eggs getting buried before she could eat them, after all.

Step one, however, was to actually get them. They weren’t exactly in easy reach, and the fact that she had balls that went down to her knees and was in the process of cumming and kind of had been for a while now further complicated matters. Ostara didn’t seem particularly interested in helping, either, and so some amount of finagling was required. Which was mildly frustrating, because she didn’t really have the time to finagle. Still, she did at least manage to get one into her hands. Hopefully eating it and thus (presumably) growing bigger would result in her having an easier time reaching the rest. As it was, eating the egg was a somewhat daunting task – she’d not actually grown any since the first one, and so it was still a lot of chocolate. But, well, on the other hand, the first egg had gone down surprisingly easily and so she found herself a lot less worried than she probably should have been. Sure enough, once she took the first bite, she found herself finishing the whole thing frankly much faster than really should have been possible. Which, really, once again; was that all that surprising? No.

She could feel the egg weighing heavily in her stomach, and from there a heat radiated out into the rest of her body. She couldn’t feel any actual changes yet, but that was probably because all the changes had already happened – all that was left was for her to get bigger. Probably. She was just guessing at this point to be honest. Who fucking knew the actual rules and mechanics of this were. Fuck, for all she knew, this was the first time in history that Ostara herself had done this. Jo certainly couldn’t claim to know how it worked.

In the meantime, though, Ostara was still getting bigger and bigger and the eggs were getting farther and farther away, and more and more of the apartment was getting crushed beneath the goddess’s massive bulk. Jo couldn’t afford to wait for this egg to kick in, she had to eat as many as she could while she still had the chance. She had to use her leg to drag some over – and, in the process, push some of the others out of the way. Then she reached down and picked them up, which she could only do one at a time because they were so big. And, considering that she was balls-deep in Ostara with balls the size of beanbag chairs, she could only manage to manoeuvre one hand to grab them. It was a miracle she could pick up an egg at all.

Thankfully, actually eating the things remained as supernaturally easy as it had been the first two times. If that part was also as time consuming as it should have been, there would be no chance she’d have managed to eat any of the eggs. But that was counteracted, at least a little, by that weight in her stomach. It wasn’t that she was too full to eat more – once again, every bite she took seemed to make her hungrier. But it was distracting, and with every egg she ate it just got heavier and heavier. Fuller and fuller, spreading out from her stomach and into the rest of her body as finally, finally, her next stage of growth kicked in.

It felt really good, of course. Jo couldn’t really afford to take the time to enjoy it, not with the imminent collapse of her apartment. All of her focus was on the pragmatic side of things – she was getting bigger which was good because it would make it easier for her to grab more eggs.

She couldn’t really remember why it was so urgent for her to eat more eggs, and every time she tried to focus on more than one thing she found herself unable to focus on anything other than how fuckin’ great getting bigger felt. It would definitely have pushed her over the edge of climax if she hadn’t already been cumming. And even then, every surge of size was accompanied by an extra copious burst of Seed. Which was capital-b-Bad, because oh god was it distracting.

Which was bad because the more distracted she got the more Ostara got ahead of her. Maybe that was why she was worried about the eggs? It made sense – who fuckin’ knew how big this particular cumshot was gonna make the Goddess. It was entirely possible it might leave her too big for Jo. Which, like, on the one hand Ostara could definitely lay more eggs if she wanted. But on the other, Jo didn’t want to waste the eggs that her Goddess had already so generously given her.

And here she was, letting herself get distracted after specifically trying not to get distracted. Almost as if specifically timed to remind her of that fact, the room made another angry creaking noise. Or perhaps that had come from her, or from Ostara. The sounds of getting bigger. She didn’t know and she didn’t fucking care, all she knew was that it was increasingly urgent that she eat those god damn eggs or else they’d get buried by the remains of her apartment and then she’d have missed her chance.

Her cock, she noticed, hadn’t been growing quite as much as the rest of her. It was still absurdly large, but she had a bit more room to move about – which, in combination with her overall bigger size, made it a lot easier for her to reach the pile of eggs. She wasn’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, so she grabbed as many as she could reach and got to eating. Another benefit to her growth was that she had an increasingly easy time handling the eggs. She couldn’t quite pick up more than one at a time, or at least not yet. But the process was still speeding up with every egg she ate and every inch she grew.

Which was good because there were a lot of eggs. Jo found herself very very briefly wishing that her mortal self had maybe been a little less productive? Not that he’d had much choice in the matter, she supposed. That productivity had definitely been the result of Ostara’s intervention, which meant that it would have happened no matter what. Not that she was particularly upset that she’d fucked this beautiful goddess pregnant with so many eggs. It was just that, you know, she was on a strict time limit to eat them all that was very quickly running out. Not only was Ostara very quickly filling up the available space in the apartment, now Jo was too. Which meant they were running out of room faster than when it was just one of them growing.

“Fuuuuuuck,” she groaned in time with a particularly aggressive lurch of size. She wasn’t really sure how big she was getting, but at this point her head was pushing up against the ceiling, forcing her to lean forward even in spite of being on her knees. And, of course, Ostara was even bigger than that. As if it needed to be said. Jo was getting an increasingly strong impression that maybe, just maybe, she’d run out of time. Oh well. She’d tried her best.

“Don’t worry. Just keep eating.” There was Ostara, interjecting a response to Jo’s internal monologue like she knew what she was thinking. Which, like, honestly? She fuckin’ might. She had said something about making her into an avatar or something. Once again, Jo felt too good to think straight and so she just kept on grabbing eggs and shoving them into her mouth. At this point she was big enough that the eggs were bite-sized, which made things go faster. But she was also big enough that she was having trouble moving, which made things go slower. She kept at it as best as she could alternating between pulling the eggs in so she could reach them and pushing them away so they didn’t get bulldozed by her increasingly colossal rabbit ass, all the while shovelling them into her mouth. Two at a time, and then three, and then by the handful.

Man, there were a lot of the things. Thankfully, she’d gotten big enough that she could really shovel the things down, which made a sizable dent in the pile. It turned out, unsurprisingly, that Ostara had been right. She had kept going, and she had cleared out the first round of eggs. And just in time, too. The sheer magnitude of the buns it was faced with finally proved too much for Jo’s apartment. The creaking and groaning became cracking and crunching and crumbling as, for the second time since waking up, she felt a nauseous sinking feeling. Much more intense than when the couch broke under her, of course. They dropped through the fifth floor into the fourth, and then not long after from the fourth to the third, and at that point their impact was heavy enough to send them right down into the basement suites. All of them, by this point they were big enough that they’d also burst through all the walls and were now pressing against the edges of the building. God, how big even were they?

Well, okay, god was probably a poor choice of expletives there considering she sort of was a god at this point? A demigod, at the minimum. And there was no sort of when it came to Ostara. Bitch was fuckin’ glowing slightly from the sheer magnitude of worship. “Oh- oh fuck that’s a lot more than I was expecting!” Jo didn’t respond – right now, most of her focus was on fucking Ostara. She leaned forward, pressing her body against the bunny’s ass and nestling her boobs into the crook of her back as she thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust, furiously pumping more and more and more of her hot fresh fertile worship directly into the divine womb. It felt, of course, really fucking good.

“F-fuuuuuuuuck!” And beyond all of that there was something else. That sensation from before she’d started growing, but times a billion. And beyond all of that there was a deep, profound emptiness, aching in the pit of her stomach. Deeper than the pit of her stomach, actually. She wasn’t going to beat around the bush here, she knew what this was. It made perfect sense, really, and honestly she was surprised that it had taken so long for this inevitable bit to kick in. Ostara had just conferred a chunk of divinity onto her and Ostara was a fertility goddess. Was it any wonder that her new womb was so desperate to be filled that it hurt? Real, actual, physical discomfort. She didn’t just want it. She had a need to breed.

Thankfully, she got the impression that she wasn’t that far off from getting that need fulfilled. There was a loud, audible rumbling, and it wasn’t coming from the increasingly overburdened apartment building. “A-ahhhhhhhh! I- mnnnnnn, I th-iiiiiiiiiiiink we’re about to skip phase three a-and go rrrrrright into phase- ah!” The rumbling got louder, the glow more intense, the tightness got tighter and the sex got rougher. More and more, bigger and bigger, until-

Well, it was hard to put what happened next into words. Some real Lovecraft shit, except instead of being driven mad by horrors beyond her comprehension it was just very, very, very horny. Indescribably horny, in fact, was an ironically good way to describe it. It wasn’t just the sensations she struggled to put into concrete terms, either. The actual things that happened were difficult to boil down into language, because language was a tool for mortals and what Jo was currently experiencing was, quite literally, beyond mortals. It was difficult to put into words because there weren’t really words for it. Like trying to describe something that didn’t exist.

The closest she could get, she supposed, was to describe the aftermath. Even that wasn’t really entirely perfect, but it was the best she could do. Firstly, she was bigger. Like, a lot bigger. Indescribably, cosmically bigger. She could go on, but at that point she’d just devolve back into pontificating on how there weren’t words for what she’d experienced. So she’d just try her best to be succinct, as difficult as it was. She was at a level of big where there wasn’t really a human conception of how big she was. The distances involved were the kind that only astronomers really needed words for. But also at the same time, she was back in her still intact apartment? Holding her burrito and coffee? Like none of it had actually happened, except that was a lie because it had absolutely happened. She could tell because she was, in fact, still a rabbit. Still had the fat tits and child-bearing hips and the aching cunt and the distressingly large horsecock. Just, you know, height-wise she was a bit more manageable.

Except also she wasn’t, at all, she was so big that the universe itself was like a tiny little mole on her right boob. Except also no she was beyond having a physical form at all, and was just an omnipresent force of nature. Except again, no, she was all three but also neither. She was Jo, but also she was Ostara, but also she was both and also neither? It was confusing, but not really hard to properly wrap her head around. She wasn’t overwhelmed by being in multiple places physically and metaphysically at the same time, it was just... well, again, hard to put the experience into words. She was a god now, she supposed? Or like an aspect of a god. And a very, very powerful god, too. She felt powerful, at least, that much was certain. It was, at the risk of fucking repeating herself, hard to put into words how she knew what being a powerful god felt like, but she did. It was all very odd.

Even odder was the fact that she found herself just sort of... there. Standing in her apartment, with a breakfast burrito and cup of coffee, as a seven foot tall buxom bunny babe with a four foot fully erect horsecock. She had no idea what she was supposed to do next, if she even was supposed to do anything specific next. Ostara hadn’t exactly gotten a chance to explain what the next phases of her plan were before she got hit with the ultimate cosmic orgasm and ascended to a higher plane of reality, dragging Jo right along with her and leaving her in this situation.

Her best bet, she decided, was to take things one step at a time. Just... you know. First she had to figure out what step one was?

Well, whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t just sort of standing here like an idiot. She made her way back to her couch which had apparently retroactively never been broken, sat down awkwardly because it was built for someone who was five foot nine and not seven foot even, placed her burrito and coffee on the side table that had honestly always been a bit too low to use for eating even when she was five foot nine, and then just sort of... ate her breakfast?

It felt a bit weird to do, frankly. She was a god now, after all, at least sort of. Did she even need to eat? The answer, it seemed, was a resounding “nah.” She could eat, at least, but she very much didn’t feel hungry, nor did she feel measurably different after the burrito was gone. But, hey, at least she didn’t waste food (that had been destroyed in the course of sex and then retroactively un-destroyed). It went a bit quicker than it might have otherwise, because she was bigger and so her bites and sips were bigger. Which was a mixed blessing because now she was back to square one; figuring out what the fuck she was supposed to do next.

One would think that wouldn’t be a problem, really. If she was Ostara, even if only partly, then logically she should know what Ostara’s plan was? Did she even have a plan? Was she just thinking too hard? Certainly wouldn’t be the first time today she’d thought too hard. When she’d just let herself do the things that came naturally, things had turned out for the best. So, presumably, the best option was to stop thinking and just do the first thing that came to mind.

The first thing that came to her mind was, it turned out, to get up. Compelling. She was, she realized, still overthinking things. Fuck, she might actually be overthinking them even more now, because she was looking at each step she took individually. She steeled her resolve to just follow her instincts and not think about it, and then left her apartment. Interestingly, she didn’t feel any particular sense of shame? Like, you would think that wandering into a public space while completely naked would be mortifying, but she found herself not caring in the slightest. Probably Ostara’s influence, she supposed. There had definitely been some mental changes along with the physical transformation, even before she became an aspect of the Goddess. It also probably helped that there generally weren’t other people in the hallway at this time of day. Most people had gone to work by now, or else had no reason to leave their apartment. One or the other. Which, obviously, people not being physically present wouldn’t normally be enough for her to just go around naked in a public space that had security cameras and shit, but that was a mortal thought process and she was a Goddess. Frankly, as far as she was concerned, she wanted people to see her. She gave one of the security cameras a flirty pose before getting back to whatever it was she was doing.

She idly wandered the halls of her apartment building, seemingly aimlessly, though she was pretty sure she was looking for something. Hunting for something, though she didn’t really know what at first. Not even an inkling of a hint of an idea. It wasn’t until she actually found what she was looking for that she started to figure out what it was that she was looking for. A seemingly normal, innocuous door, utterly alike every other door in the building. But she could feel it, a sort of tingling sensation at the base of her spine – something behind this door made her horny.

A smile spread across her face as she entered the stranger’s apartment. She didn’t need to worry about the door being locked, or the door being there at all. What kinda god needs to use doors, she just decided to be in the apartment and so she was. Neat. She was definitely gonna hafta experiment more with her new abilities as a divine being. And hey, here was a golden opportunity. The occupant of the apartment, a scrawny, mousy-looking woman with dry brown hair and big glasses, had not yet noticed the intruder. Her attentions were firmly on her computer, and Jo could see over her shoulder that she was looking at porn. And not just any porn, either – her porn, something she had drawn back when she was Joe and not Jo. A big, busty, white-furred bunny who looked remarkably like Jo did now was ploughing the shit out of an equally big, busty rat girl, enormous black horsecock halfway in, pumping her full of cum and smothering the city below with their sheer overwhelming size. A particularly fun one, and his neighbour seemed to emphatically agree as she furiously masturbated.

And with every stroke of her clit, Jo could feel herself inching bigger. Not a whole lot, not enough to even be noticeable to an outside observer, but she noticed. She absolutely noticed. It made perfect sense – masturbating to furry porn was, after all, an act of worship to Ostara, even if it wasn’t direct worship.

Or, at least, wasn’t direct worship yet.

Jo reached down and spun the woman’s office chair around, catching her off guard and resulting in a very brief sputter of indignance and embarrassment until she saw the giant horsecock, and the giant bunny it was attached to. “Porn’s nice, but how’d you like a taste of the real thing?” The woman stared in slack-jawed awe for a solid few minutes before nodding dumbly. “Good choice! All I ask in return is that you accept Ostara, the Goddess I am a humble avatar of, as your new object of worship. Trust me, it’s a very good deal.”

Jo didn’t actually get to finish her sales pitch – she was at “object” when the woman lunged. With a surprising amount of force, though Jo was only knocked off her feet because she chose to be. Went with the flow, as it were. The woman pressed against her shaft, rubbing her whole torso against it, licking at the drool of precum and moaning quietly. It really drove home just how big she was. A normal person as endowed as she was would probably kill the average woman if she tried to put it in, but she was a god so fuck it. The woman could take the whole thing to the hilt and still have room for some nice, fun cumflation. Jo willed it, and so it was.

That wasn’t the only thing she willed, either. She had wanted to test out her new divine abilities, after all. And this woman was a very fervent worshipper of Ostara, in the same way that Jo had been back when she was Joe. If Joe had been worthy of a little reward, surely this woman was too. She was a lot stronger now than Ostara had been when she’d first manifested, too, so she didn’t need to bother with the eggs. Or, well, she didn’t need to bother with the eggs if she didn’t want to. She wasn’t gonna lie and say she wasn’t into it, and she was definitely gonna play around with egg laying at some point. But also it was undeniably less hot when she just laid eggs apropos of nothing, without getting impregnated first. And obviously this woman wasn’t actually, you know, equipped for that yet. So this time she was gonna skip ahead to the good bit.

That being said, she wasn’t entirely sure how all of this worked. She just sort of... did it, and then it happened. Not all at once, but she wasn’t sure if she could make it happen all at once if she wanted to, but also also she didn’t really want to? Slow transformation was hotter. So maybe it was just subconscious? Similarly, she didn’t really put any conscious thought into what to turn the woman into – she just sort of assumed she’d end up as a bunny. But also Ostara wasn’t the Goddess of Anthropomorphic Rabbits, she was the Goddess of Furry Porn so it’d be weird if she only turned people into rabbits but also also Jo felt a little weird about assigning this complete stranger a fursona and also wasn’t entirely sure she could. Again; she didn’t know what she was doing, it was all sort of instinctive.

Either way, the woman (Jo still didn’t actually know her name which was honestly kind of hysterical at this point) clearly didn’t seem to mind. She had already been going at it pretty hard, but Jo knew from firsthand experience that changing felt really, really, really good. Her writhing and moaning intensified, and Jo could feel her getting heavier and see the fur spreading across her body. Or, you know, the parts of her body that weren’t clothed. Not that she was gonna remain clothed for long, given the way her tits and ass were swelling. Her face stretched out, more than Jo’s, which at least confirmed she wasn’t a bunny. Maybe a rat, like in the picture? It looked like a rat face to Jo at least. And the big meaty tail that erupted from just above her growing ass was definitely a rat tail, though maybe a bit more prehensile than rat tails typically were, given it immediately made its way around under Jo’s balls and started pumping in and out of her hole. That felt good. A cock would be better, but a tail was more than fine.

And, hey, that cock was likely gonna happen sooner rather than later. Jo could feel it pressing against her own shaft as it grew. She liked that. She liked that a lot, and so did the newly minted rat herm given the way she humped eagerly. That wasn’t factoring in the worship, either. Because this absolutely counted, she could tell because of the tingling sensation that came along with the flow of new power. It was very nice. Better than any of the actual sex she’d so far – it was no wonder Ostara had such a hard time keeping it together when she’d given her worship.

And this was just the beginning. Her first worshipper as an avatar of Ostara, the Goddess of Furry Porn. The first of many more. A grin spread across her face as she finally realized what the next phase of Ostara’s plan was. Evangelism. Lots and lots and lots of evangelism. Until everyone in the world worshipped them. Worshipped her. Move over, Jesus, ‘cause here comes Jo.

That could wait, though. She had plenty of time to spread the good word. All the time in the world – she was immortal now, after all. Right now, she had much higher priorities. Like, for instance, keeping her promise to give this cute rat girl a taste of the real thing. And it wouldn’t be a very good recreation of that porn if they didn’t get big enough to bury the city underneath her big, cum-filled belly. She picked her up, turned her over, and ripped off her pants, sliding her shaft into position.

“I think I’m gonna like this new religion.”

“Hell yeah.”