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Literally.\n\nWhat happens when a cryptid hunter finally finds their prize? Showing it off, of course, gotta prove to all those nonbelievers that they really exist. Might be a problem if some of the stories about it aren't... finished, and there might be more to the little bastard than meets the eye... especially when you start becoming a lot like it, too.\n\n---\n\nA gift story for an anonymous, this took... much longer than I wanted it to. It had been sitting nearly finished for a few months and just finally after a move I got it all together to my standards, although I still feel I rushed a few components just so I could sign off on it. That being said, it is a concept I ADORE, that uncontrollable hyper growth and transformation, along with the twinning elements where both parties are changing each other... can't get enough of it.\n\n[b]Do want to warn to new readers that this does contain slurs and foul language, and it is a bad end. Not a story for the faint of heart.[/b]\n\nHopefully next public story is going to be another gift story, so stay tuned for that!\n\n[b]Tags: Transformation, Furry, Human to Cryptid (Bunny/Tiger/Wolf), Slurs/Foul Language, Genderfuckery, Thought Injection/Personality Change, Speechfucking, Public Use, Twinning, Size Change, Hyper Growth (Bulges/Cocks/Butts/Tongue/Balls/Paws), WG/Fat, Mutual Masturbation, Bad End, Near Mini-Macro Assets[/b]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Alt Title: When a Hunter Becomes The Hunted.... Literally.

What happens when a cryptid hunter finally finds their prize? Showing it off, of course, gotta prove to all those nonbelievers that they really exist. Might be a problem if some of the stories about it aren't... finished, and there might be more to the little bastard than meets the eye... especially when you start becoming a lot like it, too.

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A gift story for an anonymous, this took... much longer than I wanted it to. It had been sitting nearly finished for a few months and just finally after a move I got it all together to my standards, although I still feel I rushed a few components just so I could sign off on it. That being said, it is a concept I ADORE, that uncontrollable hyper growth and transformation, along with the twinning elements where both parties are changing each other... can't get enough of it.

Do want to warn to new readers that this does contain slurs and foul language, and it is a bad end. Not a story for the faint of heart.

Hopefully next public story is going to be another gift story, so stay tuned for that!

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It was called Bastard.\n\nDanielle was a cryptid hunter. Tall and lanky and not looking a day over thirty with her auburn hunting boots and evergreen dressings around her tan skin, she had a knack for searching for what people didn’t believe in. Things like Sasquatch and Wendigos were just marks for her to take care of, especially if there were some rumors around what kind of abilities you could get for getting ahold of one.\n\nAnd with Bastard, there was a motherload of them. The rumor was this: a white animal that looked like a crossover between a wolf, bunny, and tiger with red bloodshot eyes was in a forest just beyond the city limits, and if caught, a person could control its body and personality. \n\nFor Danielle, who had a slight sadistic streak a mile long, there was something… valuable about having a mark that she could lord over and show off. She loved seeing trophy heads and animal rugs in homes. The idea of being able to literally bend something rumored to be fictional to her own will? \n\nThis is exactly what she signed up for.\n\nAnd as she parted the trees into a small clearing, she couldn’t help but grin when her eyes fell on a white lanky animal that was standing… upright.\n\nLooks like the rumors were mostly true. The first thing that struck out to her, beyond the fact that the “Bastard” was anthropomorphic, was the fact that it was wearing clothes. Or at least, a blue loincloth around his waist, and black sweatpants covering his furry legs. It didn’t cover, say, the four bright white arms coming out of his equally white body. As she let her eyes climb upward, she noticed its back was to her, where two black feathery wings sat, although they were much too small for the Bastard, despite the thing being half Danielle’s six foot height. Around the wings was shaggy silver-grey hair, clearly uncombed and about as messy as the clearing was, with tufts of fur and feathers everywhere. Above the hair were two large, floppy bunny ears, and… two sticks? Wait, not sticks, antlers. Black antlers that looked like they came from a dying tree.\n\nDanielle smiled wider.\n\n“Turn around, Bastard!”\n\nThe bunny-winged fur person whipped its head around in a millisecond, startling Danielle. It (or he? Danielle wasn’t sure) definitely had the blood red pupils, although what spooked Danielle a bit was the large sharp wolf fangs coming from his mouth, the red highlight bang that went right in front of the Bastard’s forehead, and the fact that the area around his pupils was pitch black. The Bastard mimicked Danielle’s earlier expression of a smug grin, but it was so shit-eating that Danielle thought she had never seen a more punchable face. He was making a noise. Oh, he was cackling. At her. The fucking thing was less than half her height, and he was laughing.\n\n“Ooooh, a new fucking toy to play with. I bet you were thinking I could wipe your ass, huh.” The Bastard kept laughing so hard his head could’ve generated earthquakes from the shaking.\n\nDanielle was furious, but a thought immediately popped into her head that made her pause. He did turn around, after all. “Bastard, get even shorter. And wider, like a football I could kick.”\n\nBastard started to grimace as his waist made a creaking sound, before his legs became further apart from his white furred hips getting wider, straining a bit against his loincloth. Notably, he had to start looking further up at Danielle, his height shrinking inch by inch. Danielle guessed she didn’t have to specify too much when the shrinking eventually stopped, the Bastard about a third of her height, and his wide hips were definitely harder to miss if she put her foot forward.\n\nThe rumors were true!\n\nDespite his size, Bastard tried giving off a sense of superiority one hundred times his weight. “You asshole. As I said, you’re just–”\n\n“Bastard, grow a fatter ass. Have a bigger bulge too.”\n\nEven Danielle was surprised at what thoughts came to mind first, not that she was complaining. His ass bwoomped in size, straining the pants enough that some of his cheeks were definitely visible from underneath, going from skinny as a pencil to fat ass white furred cheeks half the size of his head poking out above the waistline. Even without long rabbit ears, she could hear the gurgling in the front as two of the Bastard’s four white paws quickly swept towards his crotch to cover up something. A bigger boybulge, that’s what.\n\nDanille gave her subconscious mind a high five, as she started to giggle. “Aren’t you adorable? Can’t wait to show you off, although you can start by following me back to my place,” as she gestured to him to follow.\n\n“What kind of fag are you for making me so boyish like this? Do you get off to this you-”\n\n“Bastard, follow me back to my camp.”\n\n“EEEYAAAAA–” His legs had skipped town to a new owner, as he skipped forward to where she was standing and nearly fell from his own footing. Danielle promptly turned around as she heard the Bastard swearing like a sailor behind her for a few minutes to an hour. She tuned him out quite easily without even asking him to. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. There was a brief moment, however, where the Bastard paused and muttered as they paced back to her temporary camp near the city limits.\n\n“You’ll pay for this, girl. I don’t think you fucking know what you signed up for. Saying my name has the contract go both ways.” The bunny Bastard started to do that shit-eating grin again, even though he knew she wasn’t looking.\n\nShe’d learn.\n\n…\n\nShe couldn’t believe her luck. She wanted to pat herself on the back for a job well done, before she remembered the Bastard was right there. “Bastard, pat me on the back for a job well done, nice and gentle.” As she felt one of his soft hands on her back give her a nice pat, she thought about maybe showing him off publicly. A short walk from the city limits was the city park, and that’d be a wonderful place to parade her prize. Especially since she knew a few “nonbelievers” who had made fun of her when she started this “quest”.\n\nStrange, he had stopped yelling. That’s good. It meant less time tuning him out. And she was just beginning to enjoy it, too, the fact that the Bastard was still covering his crotch with two of his hands, hiding his huge black bulge, which hilariously, made it more prominent that there was something going on over there. That’s odd. She’d never enjoyed something like this before. Displaying her prize publicly, finding satisfaction in toying with him? This wasn’t usually her. Maybe it was the euphoria of finally winning such a soft, malleable prize after so much work.\n\nIt didn’t take long until they were in the city proper. She applauded herself internally. The amount of heads turning her way looking at the Bastard’s assets wobble, the bulge knocking against those knees, the gasps from the crowd with slack-jawed expressions… it was juicy. She reveled in it. A part of her wanted to grope him right now, show her control over him.\n\nShe whipped around, expecting to see the Bastard’s frustrated expression. What she saw instead was a grin. A creepy one, from ear to ear. It unsettled her, because she hadn’t said anything about enjoying this yet, and Danielle was the boss here. She pulled the two paws off the Bastard’s bulge and groped the chub, with a bit more squeeze added in. He cooed.\n\n“Mmm, tight grip from a faggy bitch like you. Why don’t you squeeze it harder? Bet you’d LOVE to make me cum, wouldn’t you.” He pushed his bulge harder against her hand, as if the Bastard was inviting her to go deeper. Since when did he want this? The Bastard was just yelling earlier about his changes, maybe she…\n\n“Bastard, even fatter ass now. Make each cheek as big as your head.”\n\nThere was a gasp nearby as the Bastard’s lovely plump cheeks decided hand groping size wasn’t enough, as each round orb burgeoned out bigger and bigger, filling up until either of Danielle’s hands would be holding beach balls. Those sweat pants were having some real trouble, but they put some resistance so only half of that fat ass was poking out as opposed to all of it. She cackled a bit, not noticing her demeanor growing more and more uncharacteristic of her. \n\nGood, she thought. His smile had faded, but there was still that…. Twinge of a smirk? She had to push harder.\n\n“That should wipe that grin off your fathe, you bathtard.” Danielle gloated... before going still. “Fathe. Fatthe. What the…”\n\nShe put her tongue out. Was she having an allergic reaction? But there was no change to the reddish-pink hue, or size. The Bastard was grinning again, not that she was looking her way, too busy looking over herself to see the wheels in the Bastard’s head spinning. It was time to start the first course. Giving her some of his own kinks and a lisp was just foreplay. \n\nMeanwhile, Danielle didn’t see anything wrong. She shrugged. “Bleh. Maybe a fly or thomething. Bathtard, follow me to my home. And thhow everyone what I've given you.”\n\nShe could swear he was actually giddy to follow her. Why was he staring so intently? It was fucking creepy. Bastard was only three feet tall, and she was double that. Although, it didn’t really feel like it, like he was actually getting taller. Another minute of walking, the clicks of her thick boots followed by the Bastard’s quick steps. And with each step, it was starting to hit her. The trees were taller too. So were the people gawking, a few of them with their eyes looking down at the Bastard’s crotch. Wait, no, that would be his head at her height. Her crotch?\n\nDanielle looked down. There was something bulging her own jeans. She went flush, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, as if noticing made the sensation real. It was uncomfy, like something needed to come out. Let him show off his goods.\n\nHim.\nNo.\n\nShe was a she. She she she. Why was her mind so foggy? Him show off goods? Bulge in Danielle’s jeans? This was too much. No, she needed to unzip it, this was starting to hurt. But in public? He was the one that was being shown off! Not him too… No. HER. God, she couldn’t take it anymore. \n\nPoke. Then a grope. Something on her rear. That fucking Bastard. He was going to get him.\n\nDanielle flipped to see that punchable fucking grin…. Without looking down. Danielle had shrunk. And he fucking knew the Bastard was responsible. How, no idea. Well fuck him, if the Bastard was giving him a cock, he was going to shove it down his fucking face. No, make him worship it. Danielle’s face was going through emotions round and round like a washing machine. Zip. Unconsciously, one of his hands was pulling down his jeans. Slowly. There was more ass back there than Danielle remembered having. He didn’t even realize he gave up fighting the pronouns. He was definitely a he now. The bulge in his evergreen panties was proof enough. Or maybe it was just too much all at once. \n\nThe Bastard was fucking cackling. There was the entertainment he was looking for. “Took your faggy athth long enough to figure it out. Guethth you regret finding me now, huh? Dumb bitth.”\n\nDani was turning red. Two could play at that game. “I didn't tell you to laugh, bathtard. In fact, grow your cock and ballth. I want them fucking maththive. But they can't break out of your thweat pantth.”\n\nThe bulge in the Bastard’s crotch was already big for his size, but with a loud groannnnnnnnn, his legs were forced to stretch for a now basketball-sized bulge that his hands had no chance of covering. Not like there was any chance of hiding, his pants practically looked painted on as the fabric struggled to contain it. Dani’s own bulge mimicked the growth, as his lowered jeans and panties had disappeared, morphing into sweat pants just like his twin, the perfect fabric to contain his own nearly beachball sized bulge.\n\nDani couldn’t resist exploring his own equipment, hesitantly touching it with his hand…paw. “Gwohhhhhhhhh….” Fuck, it was sensitive. He could feel it throb, especially those balls rubbing against his legs below his knees. Rub. Rub. Rub. He had trouble stopping, it felt so fucking… good. Seconds went by, maybe minutes. He was just touching it through the fabric, but his equipment was so needy and sensitive that it wasn’t much further from just jacking it. In public. \n\nWait. He was in public. He had to stop. He managed to put one of his paws away from it, as he looked back at eye-level to that fucking punchable Bastard, who Dani was surprised to see was rubbing his bulge just as much with all four paws, a lecherous grin on his face. Goddammit, that Bastard wanted this too. The pleasure was fogging up Dani’s mind even more. For some reason, he felt the best thing to do was…. rub the Bastard’s own bulge. Yeah, that would… show some control. But Dani didn’t want to fully stop rubbing his own. He kept one paw rubbing his own while two others went to tease the Bastard’s. When he had grown four paws that were the same white furred beans as the Bastard’s, he had zero clue, not that Dani really cared too much for that right now.\n\n“Hehe, you're tho eathy. Guethth you are a fag after all.” As the Bastard leaned more of his barely-contained masculinity into Dani, while Dani’s changes continued, white fur from those paws growing out on what was visible of his arms and legs, Dani’s evergreen shirt having long been discarded, ripped off by one of the Bastard’s own paws to show his now lithe chest, any semblance of breasts gone, replaced by a cute, furry chest. Such a fucking narcissist, seeing his own growing reflection as if in a mirror.\n\n“Mmmmffff, fuck you.” Dani couldn’t break this easily. He didn’t care how much the production of those humongous balls was getting to him, audibly churning as his ears grew out into white Bastard ears of his own, joining the two black lumps in their creaking growth. Or the fact that his shoes had broken out from his feet into thick footpaws, slapping against the ground. Dani was in control. He… He was in control. “Gwoooohh, Bastard, your bulge should be big enough to lie on the pavement. Let your fag-.. gwuh..., big butt grow even bigger. I want you making so much noise so everyone can hear you moan and squirm.”\n\nThe Bastard wasn’t even sure which one said that. Not like it mattered. The Bastard was loving it just as much, continuing to walk as a “pet” while the dirty exhibitionist showed off his loud, productive boybulge now so big that the cryptid was practically waddling, while the pathway looped out of the park and onto the sidewalk of a busy street. The Bastard was moaning now, sure, especially as his butt started to create seams in his pants, really stretching them until with a loud tearrrrrr, they ripped apart, his hips having grown in tandem with his butt. But the Bastard knew his own “pet” was starting to moan now too, Dani so lost in his newfound pleasure of warm cheeks growing that he had actually pulled his pants down to feel those soft cheeks up close, wobbling and sensitive enough to make Dani squirm, while both growing cryptids continued to waddle.\n\nThe tattered clothes meant there was no hiding those gigantic boybulges anymore. Dani could feel every single inch of ballfur drag across the cool concrete, his balls rumbling and churning, while his own cock was enough of a semi to go up towards his head, up close and personal to see the light pinkish spire in all its glory. It was big enough that it could’ve draped across those productive orbs and kiss the ground, but instead, it was smooching his head with thick gobs of pre, making Danibastard’s eyes roll up towards his head. And those orbs behind the both of them were taking up nearly the whole sidewalk, torso-dwarfing balls wobbling and making lewd noises for everyone to hear, joined by the clapping from those gigantic buttcheeks that wobbled enough to sometimes press against those balls, equally as round and gigantic as those hallmarks of virility. All while their feet moved forward as if on autopilot, uncaring of the many people that had to move out of their way that squished against their assets, sometimes making more pre spill out as either of them shivered.\n\nThe pleasure wasn’t helped by the constant rubbing and prodding that the Bastard was doing to Danibastard. The Bastard was keeping pace right behind Danibastard, being sure to grope those enormous orbs and make more translucent pre spill out onto people nearby and have it drip down their faces. Squishing those heavy cheeks and making him squirm, all while the Bastard was similarly shivering from all the same pleasure, just a little less fogged up than Danibastard. But for how long could he keep this up? The Bastard was getting hard off of the many stares, a slutty exhibitionist at heart. And through the fog, Danibastard was picking up on it too, sometimes trying to pause his walking for a second for his butt to smoosh against the Bastard’s body, getting his cock caught in Danibastard’s booty for a short, impromptu hotdog. Wow, his own butt was so fucking heavenly. Because, it was his own butt. And the Bastard only wanted to make himself more slutty, turn this fag into a real mess of a boyslut. And unlike Danibastard this whole time, the Bastard didn’t have to make his changes out loud.\n\nDanibastard with his Bastard ears could hear his legs creaking and groaning as they widened, his cock pushing out further as his belly pushed out. He was widening, his butt getting flabbier as it wobbled even more, noises bubbling throughout his warming body. It was making him so sensitive, his cock now pouring out pre like a faucet. And the added flab was making him rub against cars parked in the street. They were getting wider than the sidewalk! “Bwuhhhhh, you bathtard. You're making me thuth a thlut…” Danibastard couldn’t help but make public, because he really couldn’t help it. “Fuck, I’m thaying what I’m thinking. I downnnn’t wawnnnnt pehohple to nowwww how mucthchh of a thaggy thlut I amfff. You bitttth of a bahhthtaerd.” It was getting harder to speak, his tongue inflating in his mouth as it eventually lolled out, all red, long, and slobbery, drool falling on his growing chubby belly and onto his cock. And the Bastard’s cock was now big enough to be going between those wobbling cheeks, so the Bastard was getting serviced by a wobbling, growing ass at all times. And if the increased drool coming from both their cocks was any indication, they were absolutely in love with.\n\nOh god, Danibastard knew he was in love with the stares from everyone. But it just felt so good… He wasn’t even looking where he was going anymore, his boycock spearing one of the cars out of the way, too sensitive from all of Bastard’s gropes to notice he was now taking up the street. Bastard wasn’t just groping him now, he had skipped around despite the massive weight to step right in front of Danibastard, cock against cock, balls against balls, to stare at him right in the eyes while he jacked Danibastard’s cock. Danibastard couldn’t help but reciprocate, his hands around the Bastard’s still growing spire, causing the drool to turn into a river. Bastard was drooling, his long, thick tongue out of his mouth and lying on top of his own cock, giving him a good taste of his own salty seed. And Danibastard was too. And they were only growing bigger… \n\nDanibastard was shivering from the pleasure. Or was it the cumming? He couldn’t tell. He just wanted to be a faggy bastard for his faggy bastard. He simply couldn’t stop cumming. He was going to flood the streets with his flabby, thick cock, his cheeks widening as he shook, trying to move his feet. But he had been propped up by his balls at this point. And so was the Bastard. The Danibastard. Both Danibastards. The original was shivering and moaning, his tongue getting in the way and making drool spit onto the other.\n\nThe original’s lecherous gaze was mirroring Danibastard’s own as he got up as close as he could despite the cocks in the way, to whisper right in Danibastard’s ear, tongue flapping and elongating all the while.\n\n“Youuuuu’re minethhhh…..”\n\n…\n\nThe traffic was horrible. A few people sitting in the back of the lanes were wondering what the holdup was, the raucous honking only being mimicked from car to car. Some lost their patience. Eventually they stepped out of their cars to see if there was some huge accident, but the closer they got, the less honking there was. And the lower their jaws got as they saw the enormity of the blockage.\n\nTwo cocks towering over them, at least twice as tall as the average person, and as thick around enough to gobble them up, although they were more showering cum than eating. The drains weren’t working, and how could they, when there was enough cum that they were probably flooded, a white murk up to the audience’s knees. Behind the massive spires and orbs wide as cars were sets of bunny ears, as well as many sets of thick cryptid paws huge and wide enough to pick up any of the vehicles but were instead going to work on each other’s constantly flooding erections. Barely visible, propped up by their two stories tall equipment, were incredibly flabby, thick bastard faces, tongues thick and long enough to wrap around their cocks and then some, pushing it closer to their massive paws that feasibly couldn’t stop. Not to mention their constantly wobbling, gigantic asses, so flabby with adipose and could fit many cars inside, especially with how streetwide their dripping sweaty donuts were, sticking between their buns and showing itself as a crude display of assery. \n\nThey couldn’t even hear the honking anymore. More audible was the squelching and gurgling from the massive furry balls, the gushing and splashing from the white seed storming out of their cocks to continue painting the entire street pale. The clapping from cheeks smacking against each other, donuts clenching and spraying anal fluids. And the moaning, they were so lecherous, shivering and groaning with pleasure. And they were getting louder, as if their vocal chords were expanding just to fill the street with volume. \n\n“FUTHVVEEE I LOTHHHHH MAHHHH THAGGGGY COCKTHHHHHHH I CANTH TTHHHTOP CUMMINNNNNNNG, EVERYONE LOOK AT MAHHH SLUTTY ASSTHH, I LOTHHHHH JACKIN OTHHHH AND NEEDINTH COCKTHHHHHHHHHH INTHIDE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”\n\nThat need was emulated through the massive amount of pheromones leaving the two, beyond the inherent scent coming from their cum, donuts, ass, just everywhere, fogging up the street with steam. The weakest among the pedestrians were the first to take their clothes off and just go to town on their balls, putting their hands against their balls and rubbing themselves as if they were trying to be towels for their ballsweat. It wasn’t long before there was a massive crowd of people who had left their cars to worship the duo, getting off on their continual growth, joining their mutual masturbation in a cacophony of lecherous moaning, cumming with them. The more they focused on the two, flabby, faggy bastards, the more they would cum too.\n\nThe former hunter, now fully Danibastard with the other Danibastard, had one moment where it was like everything froze. An iota of clarity that still managed to bubble up above the euphoria, the pleasure, the lecherous noise, the need to please… He really didn’t have any idea what he had gotten himself into. And now he would pay for it. \n\nIt was quickly silenced with yet another surge of constant cum, and growth.\n\n“CUMMINNNNNNNNNNN I NEEEED TO FUCTHHHHHHH LET ME FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC”\n\nSomehow, as they’ve grown tall enough with constant shudders and wobbling to be taller than the smallest buildings of the city, they were able to do the deed. The bastards were fucking, loud cock splurting into the other’s gigantic donut, rubbing against every inch of the other’s ass. The ultimate self-worship of basically fucking yourself, made manifest through slobbering moans grabbing and groping as much ass as they could, while the other felt less empty with a belly growing further out and mauling through buildings as it gurgled with fresh faggy boyspunk. It looked like everyone around was helping, pushing them against each other with as much force as their comparatively small hands could, at least compared to the massive beans from the bastards. \n\nAnd yet, below it all, the crowd was swelling too. Maybe they indulged in the cum, or it could’ve been the pheromones. Their bellies were swelling for sure, gurgling and groaning, adding to the bastards’ pleasure by pushing their tummies against the boys. They were definitely pregnant. There was going to be a lot more bastards soon….\n\nThat Bastard…\nQuickie for Anonymous\nTags: Transformation, Furry, Human to Cryptid (Bunny/Tiger/Wolf), Slurs/Foul Language, Genderfuckery, Thought Injection/Personality Change, Speechfucking, Public Use, Twinning, Size Change, Hyper Growth (Bulges/Cocks/Butts/Tongue/Balls/Paws), WG/Fat, Mutual Masturbation, Bad End, Near Mini-Macro Assets\n\n\nShe found him. She finally found him.\n\nIt took months of planning and days of scouring her local sources, but as she approached the darker area of the forest with her flashlight, walking around loose black feathers and tufts of white fur, she knew, without a doubt, that this was where the bastard was.\n\nLiterally. It was called Bastard.\n\nDanielle was a cryptid hunter. Tall and lanky and not looking a day over thirty with her auburn hunting boots and evergreen dressings around her tan skin, she had a knack for searching for what people didn’t believe in. Things like Sasquatch and Wendigos were just marks for her to take care of, especially if there were some rumors around what kind of abilities you could get for getting ahold of one.\n\nAnd with Bastard, there was a motherload of them. The rumor was this: a white animal that looked like a crossover between a wolf, bunny, and tiger with red bloodshot eyes was in a forest just beyond the city limits, and if caught, a person could control its body and personality. \n\nFor Danielle, who had a slight sadistic streak a mile long, there was something… valuable about having a mark that she could lord over and show off. She loved seeing trophy heads and animal rugs in homes. The idea of being able to literally bend something rumored to be fictional to her own will? \n\nThis is exactly what she signed up for.\n\nAnd as she parted the trees into a small clearing, she couldn’t help but grin when her eyes fell on a white lanky animal that was standing… upright.\n\nLooks like the rumors were mostly true. The first thing that struck out to her, beyond the fact that the “Bastard” was anthropomorphic, was the fact that it was wearing clothes. Or at least, a blue loincloth around his waist, and black sweatpants covering his furry legs. It didn’t cover, say, the four bright white arms coming out of his equally white body. As she let her eyes climb upward, she noticed its back was to her, where two black feathery wings sat, although they were much too small for the Bastard, despite the thing being half Danielle’s six foot height. Around the wings was shaggy silver-grey hair, clearly uncombed and about as messy as the clearing was, with tufts of fur and feathers everywhere. Above the hair were two large, floppy bunny ears, and… two sticks? Wait, not sticks, antlers. Black antlers that looked like they came from a dying tree.\n\nDanielle smiled wider.\n\n“Turn around, Bastard!”\n\nThe bunny-winged fur person whipped its head around in a millisecond, startling Danielle. It (or he? Danielle wasn’t sure) definitely had the blood red pupils, although what spooked Danielle a bit was the large sharp wolf fangs coming from his mouth, the red highlight bang that went right in front of the Bastard’s forehead, and the fact that the area around his pupils was pitch black. The Bastard mimicked Danielle’s earlier expression of a smug grin, but it was so shit-eating that Danielle thought she had never seen a more punchable face. He was making a noise. Oh, he was cackling. At her. The fucking thing was less than half her height, and he was laughing.\n\n“Ooooh, a new fucking toy to play with. I bet you were thinking I could wipe your ass, huh.” The Bastard kept laughing so hard his head could’ve generated earthquakes from the shaking.\n\nDanielle was furious, but a thought immediately popped into her head that made her pause. He did turn around, after all. “Bastard, get even shorter. And wider, like a football I could kick.”\n\nBastard started to grimace as his waist made a creaking sound, before his legs became further apart from his white furred hips getting wider, straining a bit against his loincloth. Notably, he had to start looking further up at Danielle, his height shrinking inch by inch. Danielle guessed she didn’t have to specify too much when the shrinking eventually stopped, the Bastard about a third of her height, and his wide hips were definitely harder to miss if she put her foot forward.\n\nThe rumors were true!\n\nDespite his size, Bastard tried giving off a sense of superiority one hundred times his weight. “You asshole. As I said, you’re just–”\n\n“Bastard, grow a fatter ass. Have a bigger bulge too.”\n\nEven Danielle was surprised at what thoughts came to mind first, not that she was complaining. His ass bwoomped in size, straining the pants enough that some of his cheeks were definitely visible from underneath, going from skinny as a pencil to fat ass white furred cheeks half the size of his head poking out above the waistline. Even without long rabbit ears, she could hear the gurgling in the front as two of the Bastard’s four white paws quickly swept towards his crotch to cover up something. A bigger boybulge, that’s what.\n\nDanille gave her subconscious mind a high five, as she started to giggle. “Aren’t you adorable? Can’t wait to show you off, although you can start by following me back to my place,” as she gestured to him to follow.\n\n“What kind of fag are you for making me so boyish like this? Do you get off to this you-”\n\n“Bastard, follow me back to my camp.”\n\n“EEEYAAAAA–” His legs had skipped town to a new owner, as he skipped forward to where she was standing and nearly fell from his own footing. Danielle promptly turned around as she heard the Bastard swearing like a sailor behind her for a few minutes to an hour. She tuned him out quite easily without even asking him to. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. There was a brief moment, however, where the Bastard paused and muttered as they paced back to her temporary camp near the city limits.\n\n“You’ll pay for this, girl. I don’t think you fucking know what you signed up for. Saying my name has the contract go both ways.” The bunny Bastard started to do that shit-eating grin again, even though he knew she wasn’t looking.\n\nShe’d learn.\n\n…\n\nShe couldn’t believe her luck. She wanted to pat herself on the back for a job well done, before she remembered the Bastard was right there. “Bastard, pat me on the back for a job well done, nice and gentle.” As she felt one of his soft hands on her back give her a nice pat, she thought about maybe showing him off publicly. A short walk from the city limits was the city park, and that’d be a wonderful place to parade her prize. Especially since she knew a few “nonbelievers” who had made fun of her when she started this “quest”.\n\nStrange, he had stopped yelling. That’s good. It meant less time tuning him out. And she was just beginning to enjoy it, too, the fact that the Bastard was still covering his crotch with two of his hands, hiding his huge black bulge, which hilariously, made it more prominent that there was something going on over there. That’s odd. She’d never enjoyed something like this before. Displaying her prize publicly, finding satisfaction in toying with him? This wasn’t usually her. Maybe it was the euphoria of finally winning such a soft, malleable prize after so much work.\n\nIt didn’t take long until they were in the city proper. She applauded herself internally. The amount of heads turning her way looking at the Bastard’s assets wobble, the bulge knocking against those knees, the gasps from the crowd with slack-jawed expressions… it was juicy. She reveled in it. A part of her wanted to grope him right now, show her control over him.\n\nShe whipped around, expecting to see the Bastard’s frustrated expression. What she saw instead was a grin. A creepy one, from ear to ear. It unsettled her, because she hadn’t said anything about enjoying this yet, and Danielle was the boss here. She pulled the two paws off the Bastard’s bulge and groped the chub, with a bit more squeeze added in. He cooed.\n\n“Mmm, tight grip from a faggy bitch like you. Why don’t you squeeze it harder? Bet you’d LOVE to make me cum, wouldn’t you.” He pushed his bulge harder against her hand, as if the Bastard was inviting her to go deeper. Since when did he want this? The Bastard was just yelling earlier about his changes, maybe she…\n\n“Bastard, even fatter ass now. Make each cheek as big as your head.”\n\nThere was a gasp nearby as the Bastard’s lovely plump cheeks decided hand groping size wasn’t enough, as each round orb burgeoned out bigger and bigger, filling up until either of Danielle’s hands would be holding beach balls. Those sweat pants were having some real trouble, but they put some resistance so only half of that fat ass was poking out as opposed to all of it. She cackled a bit, not noticing her demeanor growing more and more uncharacteristic of her. \n\nGood, she thought. His smile had faded, but there was still that…. Twinge of a smirk? She had to push harder.\n\n“That should wipe that grin off your fathe, you bathtard.” Danielle gloated... before going still. “Fathe. Fatthe. What the…”\n\nShe put her tongue out. Was she having an allergic reaction? But there was no change to the reddish-pink hue, or size. The Bastard was grinning again, not that she was looking her way, too busy looking over herself to see the wheels in the Bastard’s head spinning. It was time to start the first course. Giving her some of his own kinks and a lisp was just foreplay. \n\nMeanwhile, Danielle didn’t see anything wrong. She shrugged. “Bleh. Maybe a fly or thomething. Bathtard, follow me to my home. And thhow everyone what I've given you.”\n\nShe could swear he was actually giddy to follow her. Why was he staring so intently? It was fucking creepy. Bastard was only three feet tall, and she was double that. Although, it didn’t really feel like it, like he was actually getting taller. Another minute of walking, the clicks of her thick boots followed by the Bastard’s quick steps. And with each step, it was starting to hit her. The trees were taller too. So were the people gawking, a few of them with their eyes looking down at the Bastard’s crotch. Wait, no, that would be his head at her height. Her crotch?\n\nDanielle looked down. There was something bulging her own jeans. She went flush, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, as if noticing made the sensation real. It was uncomfy, like something needed to come out. Let him show off his goods.\n\nHim.\nNo.\n\nShe was a she. She she she. Why was her mind so foggy? Him show off goods? Bulge in Danielle’s jeans? This was too much. No, she needed to unzip it, this was starting to hurt. But in public? He was the one that was being shown off! Not him too… No. HER. God, she couldn’t take it anymore. \n\nPoke. Then a grope. Something on her rear. That fucking Bastard. He was going to get him.\n\nDanielle flipped to see that punchable fucking grin…. Without looking down. Danielle had shrunk. And he fucking knew the Bastard was responsible. How, no idea. Well fuck him, if the Bastard was giving him a cock, he was going to shove it down his fucking face. No, make him worship it. Danielle’s face was going through emotions round and round like a washing machine. Zip. Unconsciously, one of his hands was pulling down his jeans. Slowly. There was more ass back there than Danielle remembered having. He didn’t even realize he gave up fighting the pronouns. He was definitely a he now. The bulge in his evergreen panties was proof enough. Or maybe it was just too much all at once. \n\nThe Bastard was fucking cackling. There was the entertainment he was looking for. “Took your faggy athth long enough to figure it out. Guethth you regret finding me now, huh? Dumb bitth.”\n\nDani was turning red. Two could play at that game. “I didn't tell you to laugh, bathtard. In fact, grow your cock and ballth. I want them fucking maththive. But they can't break out of your thweat pantth.”\n\nThe bulge in the Bastard’s crotch was already big for his size, but with a loud groannnnnnnnn, his legs were forced to stretch for a now basketball-sized bulge that his hands had no chance of covering. Not like there was any chance of hiding, his pants practically looked painted on as the fabric struggled to contain it. Dani’s own bulge mimicked the growth, as his lowered jeans and panties had disappeared, morphing into sweat pants just like his twin, the perfect fabric to contain his own nearly beachball sized bulge.\n\nDani couldn’t resist exploring his own equipment, hesitantly touching it with his hand…paw. “Gwohhhhhhhhh….” Fuck, it was sensitive. He could feel it throb, especially those balls rubbing against his legs below his knees. Rub. Rub. Rub. He had trouble stopping, it felt so fucking… good. Seconds went by, maybe minutes. He was just touching it through the fabric, but his equipment was so needy and sensitive that it wasn’t much further from just jacking it. In public. \n\nWait. He was in public. He had to stop. He managed to put one of his paws away from it, as he looked back at eye-level to that fucking punchable Bastard, who Dani was surprised to see was rubbing his bulge just as much with all four paws, a lecherous grin on his face. Goddammit, that Bastard wanted this too. The pleasure was fogging up Dani’s mind even more. For some reason, he felt the best thing to do was…. rub the Bastard’s own bulge. Yeah, that would… show some control. But Dani didn’t want to fully stop rubbing his own. He kept one paw rubbing his own while two others went to tease the Bastard’s. When he had grown four paws that were the same white furred beans as the Bastard’s, he had zero clue, not that Dani really cared too much for that right now.\n\n“Hehe, you're tho eathy. Guethth you are a fag after all.” As the Bastard leaned more of his barely-contained masculinity into Dani, while Dani’s changes continued, white fur from those paws growing out on what was visible of his arms and legs, Dani’s evergreen shirt having long been discarded, ripped off by one of the Bastard’s own paws to show his now lithe chest, any semblance of breasts gone, replaced by a cute, furry chest. Such a fucking narcissist, seeing his own growing reflection as if in a mirror.\n\n“Mmmmffff, fuck you.” Dani couldn’t break this easily. He didn’t care how much the production of those humongous balls was getting to him, audibly churning as his ears grew out into white Bastard ears of his own, joining the two black lumps in their creaking growth. Or the fact that his shoes had broken out from his feet into thick footpaws, slapping against the ground. Dani was in control. He… He was in control. “Gwoooohh, Bastard, your bulge should be big enough to lie on the pavement. Let your fag-.. gwuh..., big butt grow even bigger. I want you making so much noise so everyone can hear you moan and squirm.”\n\nThe Bastard wasn’t even sure which one said that. Not like it mattered. The Bastard was loving it just as much, continuing to walk as a “pet” while the dirty exhibitionist showed off his loud, productive boybulge now so big that the cryptid was practically waddling, while the pathway looped out of the park and onto the sidewalk of a busy street. The Bastard was moaning now, sure, especially as his butt started to create seams in his pants, really stretching them until with a loud tearrrrrr, they ripped apart, his hips having grown in tandem with his butt. But the Bastard knew his own “pet” was starting to moan now too, Dani so lost in his newfound pleasure of warm cheeks growing that he had actually pulled his pants down to feel those soft cheeks up close, wobbling and sensitive enough to make Dani squirm, while both growing cryptids continued to waddle.\n\nThe tattered clothes meant there was no hiding those gigantic boybulges anymore. Dani could feel every single inch of ballfur drag across the cool concrete, his balls rumbling and churning, while his own cock was enough of a semi to go up towards his head, up close and personal to see the light pinkish spire in all its glory. It was big enough that it could’ve draped across those productive orbs and kiss the ground, but instead, it was smooching his head with thick gobs of pre, making Danibastard’s eyes roll up towards his head. And those orbs behind the both of them were taking up nearly the whole sidewalk, torso-dwarfing balls wobbling and making lewd noises for everyone to hear, joined by the clapping from those gigantic buttcheeks that wobbled enough to sometimes press against those balls, equally as round and gigantic as those hallmarks of virility. All while their feet moved forward as if on autopilot, uncaring of the many people that had to move out of their way that squished against their assets, sometimes making more pre spill out as either of them shivered.\n\nThe pleasure wasn’t helped by the constant rubbing and prodding that the Bastard was doing to Danibastard. The Bastard was keeping pace right behind Danibastard, being sure to grope those enormous orbs and make more translucent pre spill out onto people nearby and have it drip down their faces. Squishing those heavy cheeks and making him squirm, all while the Bastard was similarly shivering from all the same pleasure, just a little less fogged up than Danibastard. But for how long could he keep this up? The Bastard was getting hard off of the many stares, a slutty exhibitionist at heart. And through the fog, Danibastard was picking up on it too, sometimes trying to pause his walking for a second for his butt to smoosh against the Bastard’s body, getting his cock caught in Danibastard’s booty for a short, impromptu hotdog. Wow, his own butt was so fucking heavenly. Because, it was his own butt. And the Bastard only wanted to make himself more slutty, turn this fag into a real mess of a boyslut. And unlike Danibastard this whole time, the Bastard didn’t have to make his changes out loud.\n\nDanibastard with his Bastard ears could hear his legs creaking and groaning as they widened, his cock pushing out further as his belly pushed out. He was widening, his butt getting flabbier as it wobbled even more, noises bubbling throughout his warming body. It was making him so sensitive, his cock now pouring out pre like a faucet. And the added flab was making him rub against cars parked in the street. They were getting wider than the sidewalk! “Bwuhhhhh, you bathtard. You're making me thuth a thlut…” Danibastard couldn’t help but make public, because he really couldn’t help it. “Fuck, I’m thaying what I’m thinking. I downnnn’t wawnnnnt pehohple to nowwww how mucthchh of a thaggy thlut I amfff. You bitttth of a bahhthtaerd.” It was getting harder to speak, his tongue inflating in his mouth as it eventually lolled out, all red, long, and slobbery, drool falling on his growing chubby belly and onto his cock. And the Bastard’s cock was now big enough to be going between those wobbling cheeks, so the Bastard was getting serviced by a wobbling, growing ass at all times. And if the increased drool coming from both their cocks was any indication, they were absolutely in love with.\n\nOh god, Danibastard knew he was in love with the stares from everyone. But it just felt so good… He wasn’t even looking where he was going anymore, his boycock spearing one of the cars out of the way, too sensitive from all of Bastard’s gropes to notice he was now taking up the street. Bastard wasn’t just groping him now, he had skipped around despite the massive weight to step right in front of Danibastard, cock against cock, balls against balls, to stare at him right in the eyes while he jacked Danibastard’s cock. Danibastard couldn’t help but reciprocate, his hands around the Bastard’s still growing spire, causing the drool to turn into a river. Bastard was drooling, his long, thick tongue out of his mouth and lying on top of his own cock, giving him a good taste of his own salty seed. And Danibastard was too. And they were only growing bigger… \n\nDanibastard was shivering from the pleasure. Or was it the cumming? He couldn’t tell. He just wanted to be a faggy bastard for his faggy bastard. He simply couldn’t stop cumming. He was going to flood the streets with his flabby, thick cock, his cheeks widening as he shook, trying to move his feet. But he had been propped up by his balls at this point. And so was the Bastard. The Danibastard. Both Danibastards. The original was shivering and moaning, his tongue getting in the way and making drool spit onto the other.\n\nThe original’s lecherous gaze was mirroring Danibastard’s own as he got up as close as he could despite the cocks in the way, to whisper right in Danibastard’s ear, tongue flapping and elongating all the while.\n\n“Youuuuu’re minethhhh…..”\n\n…\n\nThe traffic was horrible. A few people sitting in the back of the lanes were wondering what the holdup was, the raucous honking only being mimicked from car to car. Some lost their patience. Eventually they stepped out of their cars to see if there was some huge accident, but the closer they got, the less honking there was. And the lower their jaws got as they saw the enormity of the blockage.\n\nTwo cocks towering over them, at least twice as tall as the average person, and as thick around enough to gobble them up, although they were more showering cum than eating. The drains weren’t working, and how could they, when there was enough cum that they were probably flooded, a white murk up to the audience’s knees. Behind the massive spires and orbs wide as cars were sets of bunny ears, as well as many sets of thick cryptid paws huge and wide enough to pick up any of the vehicles but were instead going to work on each other’s constantly flooding erections. Barely visible, propped up by their two stories tall equipment, were incredibly flabby, thick bastard faces, tongues thick and long enough to wrap around their cocks and then some, pushing it closer to their massive paws that feasibly couldn’t stop. Not to mention their constantly wobbling, gigantic asses, so flabby with adipose and could fit many cars inside, especially with how streetwide their dripping sweaty donuts were, sticking between their buns and showing itself as a crude display of assery. \n\nThey couldn’t even hear the honking anymore. More audible was the squelching and gurgling from the massive furry balls, the gushing and splashing from the white seed storming out of their cocks to continue painting the entire street pale. The clapping from cheeks smacking against each other, donuts clenching and spraying anal fluids. And the moaning, they were so lecherous, shivering and groaning with pleasure. And they were getting louder, as if their vocal chords were expanding just to fill the street with volume. \n\n“FUTHVVEEE I LOTHHHHH MAHHHH THAGGGGY COCKTHHHHHHH I CANTH TTHHHTOP CUMMINNNNNNNG, EVERYONE LOOK AT MAHHH SLUTTY ASSTHH, I LOTHHHHH JACKIN OTHHHH AND NEEDINTH COCKTHHHHHHHHHH INTHIDE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”\n\nThat need was emulated through the massive amount of pheromones leaving the two, beyond the inherent scent coming from their cum, donuts, ass, just everywhere, fogging up the street with steam. The weakest among the pedestrians were the first to take their clothes off and just go to town on their balls, putting their hands against their balls and rubbing themselves as if they were trying to be towels for their ballsweat. It wasn’t long before there was a massive crowd of people who had left their cars to worship the duo, getting off on their continual growth, joining their mutual masturbation in a cacophony of lecherous moaning, cumming with them. The more they focused on the two, flabby, faggy bastards, the more they would cum too.\n\nThe former hunter, now fully Danibastard with the other Danibastard, had one moment where it was like everything froze. An iota of clarity that still managed to bubble up above the euphoria, the pleasure, the lecherous noise, the need to please… He really didn’t have any idea what he had gotten himself into. And now he would pay for it. \n\nIt was quickly silenced with yet another surge of constant cum, and growth.\n\n“CUMMINNNNNNNNNNN I NEEEED TO FUCTHHHHHHH LET ME FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC”\n\nSomehow, as they’ve grown tall enough with constant shudders and wobbling to be taller than the smallest buildings of the city, they were able to do the deed. The bastards were fucking, loud cock splurting into the other’s gigantic donut, rubbing against every inch of the other’s ass. The ultimate self-worship of basically fucking yourself, made manifest through slobbering moans grabbing and groping as much ass as they could, while the other felt less empty with a belly growing further out and mauling through buildings as it gurgled with fresh faggy boyspunk. It looked like everyone around was helping, pushing them against each other with as much force as their comparatively small hands could, at least compared to the massive beans from the bastards. \n\nAnd yet, below it all, the crowd was swelling too. Maybe they indulged in the cum, or it could’ve been the pheromones. Their bellies were swelling for sure, gurgling and groaning, adding to the bastards’ pleasure by pushing their tummies against the boys. They were definitely pregnant. There was going to be a lot more bastards soon….\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "That Bastard…
Quickie for Anonymous
Tags: Transformation, Furry, Human to Cryptid (Bunny/Tiger/Wolf), Slurs/Foul Language, Genderfuckery, Thought Injection/Personality Change, Speechfucking, Public Use, Twinning, Size Change, Hyper Growth (Bulges/Cocks/Butts/Tongue/Balls/Paws), WG/Fat, Mutual Masturbation, Bad End, Near Mini-Macro Assets


She found him. She finally found him.

It took months of planning and days of scouring her local sources, but as she approached the darker area of the forest with her flashlight, walking around loose black feathers and tufts of white fur, she knew, without a doubt, that this was where the bastard was.

Literally. It was called Bastard.

Danielle was a cryptid hunter. Tall and lanky and not looking a day over thirty with her auburn hunting boots and evergreen dressings around her tan skin, she had a knack for searching for what people didn’t believe in. Things like Sasquatch and Wendigos were just marks for her to take care of, especially if there were some rumors around what kind of abilities you could get for getting ahold of one.

And with Bastard, there was a motherload of them. The rumor was this: a white animal that looked like a crossover between a wolf, bunny, and tiger with red bloodshot eyes was in a forest just beyond the city limits, and if caught, a person could control its body and personality.

For Danielle, who had a slight sadistic streak a mile long, there was something… valuable about having a mark that she could lord over and show off. She loved seeing trophy heads and animal rugs in homes. The idea of being able to literally bend something rumored to be fictional to her own will?

This is exactly what she signed up for.

And as she parted the trees into a small clearing, she couldn’t help but grin when her eyes fell on a white lanky animal that was standing… upright.

Looks like the rumors were mostly true. The first thing that struck out to her, beyond the fact that the “Bastard” was anthropomorphic, was the fact that it was wearing clothes. Or at least, a blue loincloth around his waist, and black sweatpants covering his furry legs. It didn’t cover, say, the four bright white arms coming out of his equally white body. As she let her eyes climb upward, she noticed its back was to her, where two black feathery wings sat, although they were much too small for the Bastard, despite the thing being half Danielle’s six foot height. Around the wings was shaggy silver-grey hair, clearly uncombed and about as messy as the clearing was, with tufts of fur and feathers everywhere. Above the hair were two large, floppy bunny ears, and… two sticks? Wait, not sticks, antlers. Black antlers that looked like they came from a dying tree.

Danielle smiled wider.

“Turn around, Bastard!”

The bunny-winged fur person whipped its head around in a millisecond, startling Danielle. It (or he? Danielle wasn’t sure) definitely had the blood red pupils, although what spooked Danielle a bit was the large sharp wolf fangs coming from his mouth, the red highlight bang that went right in front of the Bastard’s forehead, and the fact that the area around his pupils was pitch black. The Bastard mimicked Danielle’s earlier expression of a smug grin, but it was so shit-eating that Danielle thought she had never seen a more punchable face. He was making a noise. Oh, he was cackling. At her. The fucking thing was less than half her height, and he was laughing.

“Ooooh, a new fucking toy to play with. I bet you were thinking I could wipe your ass, huh.” The Bastard kept laughing so hard his head could’ve generated earthquakes from the shaking.

Danielle was furious, but a thought immediately popped into her head that made her pause. He did turn around, after all. “Bastard, get even shorter. And wider, like a football I could kick.”

Bastard started to grimace as his waist made a creaking sound, before his legs became further apart from his white furred hips getting wider, straining a bit against his loincloth. Notably, he had to start looking further up at Danielle, his height shrinking inch by inch. Danielle guessed she didn’t have to specify too much when the shrinking eventually stopped, the Bastard about a third of her height, and his wide hips were definitely harder to miss if she put her foot forward.

The rumors were true!

Despite his size, Bastard tried giving off a sense of superiority one hundred times his weight. “You asshole. As I said, you’re just–”

“Bastard, grow a fatter ass. Have a bigger bulge too.”

Even Danielle was surprised at what thoughts came to mind first, not that she was complaining. His ass bwoomped in size, straining the pants enough that some of his cheeks were definitely visible from underneath, going from skinny as a pencil to fat ass white furred cheeks half the size of his head poking out above the waistline. Even without long rabbit ears, she could hear the gurgling in the front as two of the Bastard’s four white paws quickly swept towards his crotch to cover up something. A bigger boybulge, that’s what.

Danille gave her subconscious mind a high five, as she started to giggle. “Aren’t you adorable? Can’t wait to show you off, although you can start by following me back to my place,” as she gestured to him to follow.

“What kind of fag are you for making me so boyish like this? Do you get off to this you-”

“Bastard, follow me back to my camp.”

“EEEYAAAAA–” His legs had skipped town to a new owner, as he skipped forward to where she was standing and nearly fell from his own footing. Danielle promptly turned around as she heard the Bastard swearing like a sailor behind her for a few minutes to an hour. She tuned him out quite easily without even asking him to. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. There was a brief moment, however, where the Bastard paused and muttered as they paced back to her temporary camp near the city limits.

“You’ll pay for this, girl. I don’t think you fucking know what you signed up for. Saying my name has the contract go both ways.” The bunny Bastard started to do that shit-eating grin again, even though he knew she wasn’t looking.

She’d learn.

…

She couldn’t believe her luck. She wanted to pat herself on the back for a job well done, before she remembered the Bastard was right there. “Bastard, pat me on the back for a job well done, nice and gentle.” As she felt one of his soft hands on her back give her a nice pat, she thought about maybe showing him off publicly. A short walk from the city limits was the city park, and that’d be a wonderful place to parade her prize. Especially since she knew a few “nonbelievers” who had made fun of her when she started this “quest”.

Strange, he had stopped yelling. That’s good. It meant less time tuning him out. And she was just beginning to enjoy it, too, the fact that the Bastard was still covering his crotch with two of his hands, hiding his huge black bulge, which hilariously, made it more prominent that there was something going on over there. That’s odd. She’d never enjoyed something like this before. Displaying her prize publicly, finding satisfaction in toying with him? This wasn’t usually her. Maybe it was the euphoria of finally winning such a soft, malleable prize after so much work.

It didn’t take long until they were in the city proper. She applauded herself internally. The amount of heads turning her way looking at the Bastard’s assets wobble, the bulge knocking against those knees, the gasps from the crowd with slack-jawed expressions… it was juicy. She reveled in it. A part of her wanted to grope him right now, show her control over him.

She whipped around, expecting to see the Bastard’s frustrated expression. What she saw instead was a grin. A creepy one, from ear to ear. It unsettled her, because she hadn’t said anything about enjoying this yet, and Danielle was the boss here. She pulled the two paws off the Bastard’s bulge and groped the chub, with a bit more squeeze added in. He cooed.

“Mmm, tight grip from a faggy bitch like you. Why don’t you squeeze it harder? Bet you’d LOVE to make me cum, wouldn’t you.” He pushed his bulge harder against her hand, as if the Bastard was inviting her to go deeper. Since when did he want this? The Bastard was just yelling earlier about his changes, maybe she…

“Bastard, even fatter ass now. Make each cheek as big as your head.”

There was a gasp nearby as the Bastard’s lovely plump cheeks decided hand groping size wasn’t enough, as each round orb burgeoned out bigger and bigger, filling up until either of Danielle’s hands would be holding beach balls. Those sweat pants were having some real trouble, but they put some resistance so only half of that fat ass was poking out as opposed to all of it. She cackled a bit, not noticing her demeanor growing more and more uncharacteristic of her.

Good, she thought. His smile had faded, but there was still that…. Twinge of a smirk? She had to push harder.

“That should wipe that grin off your fathe, you bathtard.” Danielle gloated... before going still. “Fathe. Fatthe. What the…”

She put her tongue out. Was she having an allergic reaction? But there was no change to the reddish-pink hue, or size. The Bastard was grinning again, not that she was looking her way, too busy looking over herself to see the wheels in the Bastard’s head spinning. It was time to start the first course. Giving her some of his own kinks and a lisp was just foreplay.

Meanwhile, Danielle didn’t see anything wrong. She shrugged. “Bleh. Maybe a fly or thomething. Bathtard, follow me to my home. And thhow everyone what I've given you.”

She could swear he was actually giddy to follow her. Why was he staring so intently? It was fucking creepy. Bastard was only three feet tall, and she was double that. Although, it didn’t really feel like it, like he was actually getting taller. Another minute of walking, the clicks of her thick boots followed by the Bastard’s quick steps. And with each step, it was starting to hit her. The trees were taller too. So were the people gawking, a few of them with their eyes looking down at the Bastard’s crotch. Wait, no, that would be his head at her height. Her crotch?

Danielle looked down. There was something bulging her own jeans. She went flush, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, as if noticing made the sensation real. It was uncomfy, like something needed to come out. Let him show off his goods.

Him.
No.

She was a she. She she she. Why was her mind so foggy? Him show off goods? Bulge in Danielle’s jeans? This was too much. No, she needed to unzip it, this was starting to hurt. But in public? He was the one that was being shown off! Not him too… No. HER. God, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Poke. Then a grope. Something on her rear. That fucking Bastard. He was going to get him.

Danielle flipped to see that punchable fucking grin…. Without looking down. Danielle had shrunk. And he fucking knew the Bastard was responsible. How, no idea. Well fuck him, if the Bastard was giving him a cock, he was going to shove it down his fucking face. No, make him worship it. Danielle’s face was going through emotions round and round like a washing machine. Zip. Unconsciously, one of his hands was pulling down his jeans. Slowly. There was more ass back there than Danielle remembered having. He didn’t even realize he gave up fighting the pronouns. He was definitely a he now. The bulge in his evergreen panties was proof enough. Or maybe it was just too much all at once.

The Bastard was fucking cackling. There was the entertainment he was looking for. “Took your faggy athth long enough to figure it out. Guethth you regret finding me now, huh? Dumb bitth.”

Dani was turning red. Two could play at that game. “I didn't tell you to laugh, bathtard. In fact, grow your cock and ballth. I want them fucking maththive. But they can't break out of your thweat pantth.”

The bulge in the Bastard’s crotch was already big for his size, but with a loud groannnnnnnnn, his legs were forced to stretch for a now basketball-sized bulge that his hands had no chance of covering. Not like there was any chance of hiding, his pants practically looked painted on as the fabric struggled to contain it. Dani’s own bulge mimicked the growth, as his lowered jeans and panties had disappeared, morphing into sweat pants just like his twin, the perfect fabric to contain his own nearly beachball sized bulge.

Dani couldn’t resist exploring his own equipment, hesitantly touching it with his hand…paw. “Gwohhhhhhhhh….” Fuck, it was sensitive. He could feel it throb, especially those balls rubbing against his legs below his knees. Rub. Rub. Rub. He had trouble stopping, it felt so fucking… good. Seconds went by, maybe minutes. He was just touching it through the fabric, but his equipment was so needy and sensitive that it wasn’t much further from just jacking it. In public.

Wait. He was in public. He had to stop. He managed to put one of his paws away from it, as he looked back at eye-level to that fucking punchable Bastard, who Dani was surprised to see was rubbing his bulge just as much with all four paws, a lecherous grin on his face. Goddammit, that Bastard wanted this too. The pleasure was fogging up Dani’s mind even more. For some reason, he felt the best thing to do was…. rub the Bastard’s own bulge. Yeah, that would… show some control. But Dani didn’t want to fully stop rubbing his own. He kept one paw rubbing his own while two others went to tease the Bastard’s. When he had grown four paws that were the same white furred beans as the Bastard’s, he had zero clue, not that Dani really cared too much for that right now.

“Hehe, you're tho eathy. Guethth you are a fag after all.” As the Bastard leaned more of his barely-contained masculinity into Dani, while Dani’s changes continued, white fur from those paws growing out on what was visible of his arms and legs, Dani’s evergreen shirt having long been discarded, ripped off by one of the Bastard’s own paws to show his now lithe chest, any semblance of breasts gone, replaced by a cute, furry chest. Such a fucking narcissist, seeing his own growing reflection as if in a mirror.

“Mmmmffff, fuck you.” Dani couldn’t break this easily. He didn’t care how much the production of those humongous balls was getting to him, audibly churning as his ears grew out into white Bastard ears of his own, joining the two black lumps in their creaking growth. Or the fact that his shoes had broken out from his feet into thick footpaws, slapping against the ground. Dani was in control. He… He was in control. “Gwoooohh, Bastard, your bulge should be big enough to lie on the pavement. Let your fag-.. gwuh..., big butt grow even bigger. I want you making so much noise so everyone can hear you moan and squirm.”

The Bastard wasn’t even sure which one said that. Not like it mattered. The Bastard was loving it just as much, continuing to walk as a “pet” while the dirty exhibitionist showed off his loud, productive boybulge now so big that the cryptid was practically waddling, while the pathway looped out of the park and onto the sidewalk of a busy street. The Bastard was moaning now, sure, especially as his butt started to create seams in his pants, really stretching them until with a loud tearrrrrr, they ripped apart, his hips having grown in tandem with his butt. But the Bastard knew his own “pet” was starting to moan now too, Dani so lost in his newfound pleasure of warm cheeks growing that he had actually pulled his pants down to feel those soft cheeks up close, wobbling and sensitive enough to make Dani squirm, while both growing cryptids continued to waddle.

The tattered clothes meant there was no hiding those gigantic boybulges anymore. Dani could feel every single inch of ballfur drag across the cool concrete, his balls rumbling and churning, while his own cock was enough of a semi to go up towards his head, up close and personal to see the light pinkish spire in all its glory. It was big enough that it could’ve draped across those productive orbs and kiss the ground, but instead, it was smooching his head with thick gobs of pre, making Danibastard’s eyes roll up towards his head. And those orbs behind the both of them were taking up nearly the whole sidewalk, torso-dwarfing balls wobbling and making lewd noises for everyone to hear, joined by the clapping from those gigantic buttcheeks that wobbled enough to sometimes press against those balls, equally as round and gigantic as those hallmarks of virility. All while their feet moved forward as if on autopilot, uncaring of the many people that had to move out of their way that squished against their assets, sometimes making more pre spill out as either of them shivered.

The pleasure wasn’t helped by the constant rubbing and prodding that the Bastard was doing to Danibastard. The Bastard was keeping pace right behind Danibastard, being sure to grope those enormous orbs and make more translucent pre spill out onto people nearby and have it drip down their faces. Squishing those heavy cheeks and making him squirm, all while the Bastard was similarly shivering from all the same pleasure, just a little less fogged up than Danibastard. But for how long could he keep this up? The Bastard was getting hard off of the many stares, a slutty exhibitionist at heart. And through the fog, Danibastard was picking up on it too, sometimes trying to pause his walking for a second for his butt to smoosh against the Bastard’s body, getting his cock caught in Danibastard’s booty for a short, impromptu hotdog. Wow, his own butt was so fucking heavenly. Because, it was his own butt. And the Bastard only wanted to make himself more slutty, turn this fag into a real mess of a boyslut. And unlike Danibastard this whole time, the Bastard didn’t have to make his changes out loud.

Danibastard with his Bastard ears could hear his legs creaking and groaning as they widened, his cock pushing out further as his belly pushed out. He was widening, his butt getting flabbier as it wobbled even more, noises bubbling throughout his warming body. It was making him so sensitive, his cock now pouring out pre like a faucet. And the added flab was making him rub against cars parked in the street. They were getting wider than the sidewalk! “Bwuhhhhh, you bathtard. You're making me thuth a thlut…” Danibastard couldn’t help but make public, because he really couldn’t help it. “Fuck, I’m thaying what I’m thinking. I downnnn’t wawnnnnt pehohple to nowwww how mucthchh of a thaggy thlut I amfff. You bitttth of a bahhthtaerd.” It was getting harder to speak, his tongue inflating in his mouth as it eventually lolled out, all red, long, and slobbery, drool falling on his growing chubby belly and onto his cock. And the Bastard’s cock was now big enough to be going between those wobbling cheeks, so the Bastard was getting serviced by a wobbling, growing ass at all times. And if the increased drool coming from both their cocks was any indication, they were absolutely in love with.

Oh god, Danibastard knew he was in love with the stares from everyone. But it just felt so good… He wasn’t even looking where he was going anymore, his boycock spearing one of the cars out of the way, too sensitive from all of Bastard’s gropes to notice he was now taking up the street. Bastard wasn’t just groping him now, he had skipped around despite the massive weight to step right in front of Danibastard, cock against cock, balls against balls, to stare at him right in the eyes while he jacked Danibastard’s cock. Danibastard couldn’t help but reciprocate, his hands around the Bastard’s still growing spire, causing the drool to turn into a river. Bastard was drooling, his long, thick tongue out of his mouth and lying on top of his own cock, giving him a good taste of his own salty seed. And Danibastard was too. And they were only growing bigger…

Danibastard was shivering from the pleasure. Or was it the cumming? He couldn’t tell. He just wanted to be a faggy bastard for his faggy bastard. He simply couldn’t stop cumming. He was going to flood the streets with his flabby, thick cock, his cheeks widening as he shook, trying to move his feet. But he had been propped up by his balls at this point. And so was the Bastard. The Danibastard. Both Danibastards. The original was shivering and moaning, his tongue getting in the way and making drool spit onto the other.

The original’s lecherous gaze was mirroring Danibastard’s own as he got up as close as he could despite the cocks in the way, to whisper right in Danibastard’s ear, tongue flapping and elongating all the while.

“Youuuuu’re minethhhh…..”

…

The traffic was horrible. A few people sitting in the back of the lanes were wondering what the holdup was, the raucous honking only being mimicked from car to car. Some lost their patience. Eventually they stepped out of their cars to see if there was some huge accident, but the closer they got, the less honking there was. And the lower their jaws got as they saw the enormity of the blockage.

Two cocks towering over them, at least twice as tall as the average person, and as thick around enough to gobble them up, although they were more showering cum than eating. The drains weren’t working, and how could they, when there was enough cum that they were probably flooded, a white murk up to the audience’s knees. Behind the massive spires and orbs wide as cars were sets of bunny ears, as well as many sets of thick cryptid paws huge and wide enough to pick up any of the vehicles but were instead going to work on each other’s constantly flooding erections. Barely visible, propped up by their two stories tall equipment, were incredibly flabby, thick bastard faces, tongues thick and long enough to wrap around their cocks and then some, pushing it closer to their massive paws that feasibly couldn’t stop. Not to mention their constantly wobbling, gigantic asses, so flabby with adipose and could fit many cars inside, especially with how streetwide their dripping sweaty donuts were, sticking between their buns and showing itself as a crude display of assery.

They couldn’t even hear the honking anymore. More audible was the squelching and gurgling from the massive furry balls, the gushing and splashing from the white seed storming out of their cocks to continue painting the entire street pale. The clapping from cheeks smacking against each other, donuts clenching and spraying anal fluids. And the moaning, they were so lecherous, shivering and groaning with pleasure. And they were getting louder, as if their vocal chords were expanding just to fill the street with volume.

“FUTHVVEEE I LOTHHHHH MAHHHH THAGGGGY COCKTHHHHHHH I CANTH TTHHHTOP CUMMINNNNNNNG, EVERYONE LOOK AT MAHHH SLUTTY ASSTHH, I LOTHHHHH JACKIN OTHHHH AND NEEDINTH COCKTHHHHHHHHHH INTHIDE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

That need was emulated through the massive amount of pheromones leaving the two, beyond the inherent scent coming from their cum, donuts, ass, just everywhere, fogging up the street with steam. The weakest among the pedestrians were the first to take their clothes off and just go to town on their balls, putting their hands against their balls and rubbing themselves as if they were trying to be towels for their ballsweat. It wasn’t long before there was a massive crowd of people who had left their cars to worship the duo, getting off on their continual growth, joining their mutual masturbation in a cacophony of lecherous moaning, cumming with them. The more they focused on the two, flabby, faggy bastards, the more they would cum too.

The former hunter, now fully Danibastard with the other Danibastard, had one moment where it was like everything froze. An iota of clarity that still managed to bubble up above the euphoria, the pleasure, the lecherous noise, the need to please… He really didn’t have any idea what he had gotten himself into. And now he would pay for it.

It was quickly silenced with yet another surge of constant cum, and growth.

“CUMMINNNNNNNNNNN I NEEEED TO FUCTHHHHHHH LET ME FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC”

Somehow, as they’ve grown tall enough with constant shudders and wobbling to be taller than the smallest buildings of the city, they were able to do the deed. The bastards were fucking, loud cock splurting into the other’s gigantic donut, rubbing against every inch of the other’s ass. The ultimate self-worship of basically fucking yourself, made manifest through slobbering moans grabbing and groping as much ass as they could, while the other felt less empty with a belly growing further out and mauling through buildings as it gurgled with fresh faggy boyspunk. It looked like everyone around was helping, pushing them against each other with as much force as their comparatively small hands could, at least compared to the massive beans from the bastards.

And yet, below it all, the crowd was swelling too. Maybe they indulged in the cum, or it could’ve been the pheromones. Their bellies were swelling for sure, gurgling and groaning, adding to the bastards’ pleasure by pushing their tummies against the boys. They were definitely pregnant. There was going to be a lot more bastards soon….

That Bastard…
Quickie for Anonymous
Tags: Transformation, Furry, Human to Cryptid (Bunny/Tiger/Wolf), Slurs/Foul Language, Genderfuckery, Thought Injection/Personality Change, Speechfucking, Public Use, Twinning, Size Change, Hyper Growth (Bulges/Cocks/Butts/Tongue/Balls/Paws), WG/Fat, Mutual Masturbation, Bad End, Near Mini-Macro Assets


She found him. She finally found him.

It took months of planning and days of scouring her local sources, but as she approached the darker area of the forest with her flashlight, walking around loose black feathers and tufts of white fur, she knew, without a doubt, that this was where the bastard was.

Literally. It was called Bastard.

Danielle was a cryptid hunter. Tall and lanky and not looking a day over thirty with her auburn hunting boots and evergreen dressings around her tan skin, she had a knack for searching for what people didn’t believe in. Things like Sasquatch and Wendigos were just marks for her to take care of, especially if there were some rumors around what kind of abilities you could get for getting ahold of one.

And with Bastard, there was a motherload of them. The rumor was this: a white animal that looked like a crossover between a wolf, bunny, and tiger with red bloodshot eyes was in a forest just beyond the city limits, and if caught, a person could control its body and personality.

For Danielle, who had a slight sadistic streak a mile long, there was something… valuable about having a mark that she could lord over and show off. She loved seeing trophy heads and animal rugs in homes. The idea of being able to literally bend something rumored to be fictional to her own will?

This is exactly what she signed up for.

And as she parted the trees into a small clearing, she couldn’t help but grin when her eyes fell on a white lanky animal that was standing… upright.

Looks like the rumors were mostly true. The first thing that struck out to her, beyond the fact that the “Bastard” was anthropomorphic, was the fact that it was wearing clothes. Or at least, a blue loincloth around his waist, and black sweatpants covering his furry legs. It didn’t cover, say, the four bright white arms coming out of his equally white body. As she let her eyes climb upward, she noticed its back was to her, where two black feathery wings sat, although they were much too small for the Bastard, despite the thing being half Danielle’s six foot height. Around the wings was shaggy silver-grey hair, clearly uncombed and about as messy as the clearing was, with tufts of fur and feathers everywhere. Above the hair were two large, floppy bunny ears, and… two sticks? Wait, not sticks, antlers. Black antlers that looked like they came from a dying tree.

Danielle smiled wider.

“Turn around, Bastard!”

The bunny-winged fur person whipped its head around in a millisecond, startling Danielle. It (or he? Danielle wasn’t sure) definitely had the blood red pupils, although what spooked Danielle a bit was the large sharp wolf fangs coming from his mouth, the red highlight bang that went right in front of the Bastard’s forehead, and the fact that the area around his pupils was pitch black. The Bastard mimicked Danielle’s earlier expression of a smug grin, but it was so shit-eating that Danielle thought she had never seen a more punchable face. He was making a noise. Oh, he was cackling. At her. The fucking thing was less than half her height, and he was laughing.

“Ooooh, a new fucking toy to play with. I bet you were thinking I could wipe your ass, huh.” The Bastard kept laughing so hard his head could’ve generated earthquakes from the shaking.

Danielle was furious, but a thought immediately popped into her head that made her pause. He did turn around, after all. “Bastard, get even shorter. And wider, like a football I could kick.”

Bastard started to grimace as his waist made a creaking sound, before his legs became further apart from his white furred hips getting wider, straining a bit against his loincloth. Notably, he had to start looking further up at Danielle, his height shrinking inch by inch. Danielle guessed she didn’t have to specify too much when the shrinking eventually stopped, the Bastard about a third of her height, and his wide hips were definitely harder to miss if she put her foot forward.

The rumors were true!

Despite his size, Bastard tried giving off a sense of superiority one hundred times his weight. “You asshole. As I said, you’re just–”

“Bastard, grow a fatter ass. Have a bigger bulge too.”

Even Danielle was surprised at what thoughts came to mind first, not that she was complaining. His ass bwoomped in size, straining the pants enough that some of his cheeks were definitely visible from underneath, going from skinny as a pencil to fat ass white furred cheeks half the size of his head poking out above the waistline. Even without long rabbit ears, she could hear the gurgling in the front as two of the Bastard’s four white paws quickly swept towards his crotch to cover up something. A bigger boybulge, that’s what.

Danille gave her subconscious mind a high five, as she started to giggle. “Aren’t you adorable? Can’t wait to show you off, although you can start by following me back to my place,” as she gestured to him to follow.

“What kind of fag are you for making me so boyish like this? Do you get off to this you-”

“Bastard, follow me back to my camp.”

“EEEYAAAAA–” His legs had skipped town to a new owner, as he skipped forward to where she was standing and nearly fell from his own footing. Danielle promptly turned around as she heard the Bastard swearing like a sailor behind her for a few minutes to an hour. She tuned him out quite easily without even asking him to. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. There was a brief moment, however, where the Bastard paused and muttered as they paced back to her temporary camp near the city limits.

“You’ll pay for this, girl. I don’t think you fucking know what you signed up for. Saying my name has the contract go both ways.” The bunny Bastard started to do that shit-eating grin again, even though he knew she wasn’t looking.

She’d learn.

…

She couldn’t believe her luck. She wanted to pat herself on the back for a job well done, before she remembered the Bastard was right there. “Bastard, pat me on the back for a job well done, nice and gentle.” As she felt one of his soft hands on her back give her a nice pat, she thought about maybe showing him off publicly. A short walk from the city limits was the city park, and that’d be a wonderful place to parade her prize. Especially since she knew a few “nonbelievers” who had made fun of her when she started this “quest”.

Strange, he had stopped yelling. That’s good. It meant less time tuning him out. And she was just beginning to enjoy it, too, the fact that the Bastard was still covering his crotch with two of his hands, hiding his huge black bulge, which hilariously, made it more prominent that there was something going on over there. That’s odd. She’d never enjoyed something like this before. Displaying her prize publicly, finding satisfaction in toying with him? This wasn’t usually her. Maybe it was the euphoria of finally winning such a soft, malleable prize after so much work.

It didn’t take long until they were in the city proper. She applauded herself internally. The amount of heads turning her way looking at the Bastard’s assets wobble, the bulge knocking against those knees, the gasps from the crowd with slack-jawed expressions… it was juicy. She reveled in it. A part of her wanted to grope him right now, show her control over him.

She whipped around, expecting to see the Bastard’s frustrated expression. What she saw instead was a grin. A creepy one, from ear to ear. It unsettled her, because she hadn’t said anything about enjoying this yet, and Danielle was the boss here. She pulled the two paws off the Bastard’s bulge and groped the chub, with a bit more squeeze added in. He cooed.

“Mmm, tight grip from a faggy bitch like you. Why don’t you squeeze it harder? Bet you’d LOVE to make me cum, wouldn’t you.” He pushed his bulge harder against her hand, as if the Bastard was inviting her to go deeper. Since when did he want this? The Bastard was just yelling earlier about his changes, maybe she…

“Bastard, even fatter ass now. Make each cheek as big as your head.”

There was a gasp nearby as the Bastard’s lovely plump cheeks decided hand groping size wasn’t enough, as each round orb burgeoned out bigger and bigger, filling up until either of Danielle’s hands would be holding beach balls. Those sweat pants were having some real trouble, but they put some resistance so only half of that fat ass was poking out as opposed to all of it. She cackled a bit, not noticing her demeanor growing more and more uncharacteristic of her.

Good, she thought. His smile had faded, but there was still that…. Twinge of a smirk? She had to push harder.

“That should wipe that grin off your fathe, you bathtard.” Danielle gloated... before going still. “Fathe. Fatthe. What the…”

She put her tongue out. Was she having an allergic reaction? But there was no change to the reddish-pink hue, or size. The Bastard was grinning again, not that she was looking her way, too busy looking over herself to see the wheels in the Bastard’s head spinning. It was time to start the first course. Giving her some of his own kinks and a lisp was just foreplay.

Meanwhile, Danielle didn’t see anything wrong. She shrugged. “Bleh. Maybe a fly or thomething. Bathtard, follow me to my home. And thhow everyone what I've given you.”

She could swear he was actually giddy to follow her. Why was he staring so intently? It was fucking creepy. Bastard was only three feet tall, and she was double that. Although, it didn’t really feel like it, like he was actually getting taller. Another minute of walking, the clicks of her thick boots followed by the Bastard’s quick steps. And with each step, it was starting to hit her. The trees were taller too. So were the people gawking, a few of them with their eyes looking down at the Bastard’s crotch. Wait, no, that would be his head at her height. Her crotch?

Danielle looked down. There was something bulging her own jeans. She went flush, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, as if noticing made the sensation real. It was uncomfy, like something needed to come out. Let him show off his goods.

Him.
No.

She was a she. She she she. Why was her mind so foggy? Him show off goods? Bulge in Danielle’s jeans? This was too much. No, she needed to unzip it, this was starting to hurt. But in public? He was the one that was being shown off! Not him too… No. HER. God, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Poke. Then a grope. Something on her rear. That fucking Bastard. He was going to get him.

Danielle flipped to see that punchable fucking grin…. Without looking down. Danielle had shrunk. And he fucking knew the Bastard was responsible. How, no idea. Well fuck him, if the Bastard was giving him a cock, he was going to shove it down his fucking face. No, make him worship it. Danielle’s face was going through emotions round and round like a washing machine. Zip. Unconsciously, one of his hands was pulling down his jeans. Slowly. There was more ass back there than Danielle remembered having. He didn’t even realize he gave up fighting the pronouns. He was definitely a he now. The bulge in his evergreen panties was proof enough. Or maybe it was just too much all at once.

The Bastard was fucking cackling. There was the entertainment he was looking for. “Took your faggy athth long enough to figure it out. Guethth you regret finding me now, huh? Dumb bitth.”

Dani was turning red. Two could play at that game. “I didn't tell you to laugh, bathtard. In fact, grow your cock and ballth. I want them fucking maththive. But they can't break out of your thweat pantth.”

The bulge in the Bastard’s crotch was already big for his size, but with a loud groannnnnnnnn, his legs were forced to stretch for a now basketball-sized bulge that his hands had no chance of covering. Not like there was any chance of hiding, his pants practically looked painted on as the fabric struggled to contain it. Dani’s own bulge mimicked the growth, as his lowered jeans and panties had disappeared, morphing into sweat pants just like his twin, the perfect fabric to contain his own nearly beachball sized bulge.

Dani couldn’t resist exploring his own equipment, hesitantly touching it with his hand…paw. “Gwohhhhhhhhh….” Fuck, it was sensitive. He could feel it throb, especially those balls rubbing against his legs below his knees. Rub. Rub. Rub. He had trouble stopping, it felt so fucking… good. Seconds went by, maybe minutes. He was just touching it through the fabric, but his equipment was so needy and sensitive that it wasn’t much further from just jacking it. In public.

Wait. He was in public. He had to stop. He managed to put one of his paws away from it, as he looked back at eye-level to that fucking punchable Bastard, who Dani was surprised to see was rubbing his bulge just as much with all four paws, a lecherous grin on his face. Goddammit, that Bastard wanted this too. The pleasure was fogging up Dani’s mind even more. For some reason, he felt the best thing to do was…. rub the Bastard’s own bulge. Yeah, that would… show some control. But Dani didn’t want to fully stop rubbing his own. He kept one paw rubbing his own while two others went to tease the Bastard’s. When he had grown four paws that were the same white furred beans as the Bastard’s, he had zero clue, not that Dani really cared too much for that right now.

“Hehe, you're tho eathy. Guethth you are a fag after all.” As the Bastard leaned more of his barely-contained masculinity into Dani, while Dani’s changes continued, white fur from those paws growing out on what was visible of his arms and legs, Dani’s evergreen shirt having long been discarded, ripped off by one of the Bastard’s own paws to show his now lithe chest, any semblance of breasts gone, replaced by a cute, furry chest. Such a fucking narcissist, seeing his own growing reflection as if in a mirror.

“Mmmmffff, fuck you.” Dani couldn’t break this easily. He didn’t care how much the production of those humongous balls was getting to him, audibly churning as his ears grew out into white Bastard ears of his own, joining the two black lumps in their creaking growth. Or the fact that his shoes had broken out from his feet into thick footpaws, slapping against the ground. Dani was in control. He… He was in control. “Gwoooohh, Bastard, your bulge should be big enough to lie on the pavement. Let your fag-.. gwuh..., big butt grow even bigger. I want you making so much noise so everyone can hear you moan and squirm.”

The Bastard wasn’t even sure which one said that. Not like it mattered. The Bastard was loving it just as much, continuing to walk as a “pet” while the dirty exhibitionist showed off his loud, productive boybulge now so big that the cryptid was practically waddling, while the pathway looped out of the park and onto the sidewalk of a busy street. The Bastard was moaning now, sure, especially as his butt started to create seams in his pants, really stretching them until with a loud tearrrrrr, they ripped apart, his hips having grown in tandem with his butt. But the Bastard knew his own “pet” was starting to moan now too, Dani so lost in his newfound pleasure of warm cheeks growing that he had actually pulled his pants down to feel those soft cheeks up close, wobbling and sensitive enough to make Dani squirm, while both growing cryptids continued to waddle.

The tattered clothes meant there was no hiding those gigantic boybulges anymore. Dani could feel every single inch of ballfur drag across the cool concrete, his balls rumbling and churning, while his own cock was enough of a semi to go up towards his head, up close and personal to see the light pinkish spire in all its glory. It was big enough that it could’ve draped across those productive orbs and kiss the ground, but instead, it was smooching his head with thick gobs of pre, making Danibastard’s eyes roll up towards his head. And those orbs behind the both of them were taking up nearly the whole sidewalk, torso-dwarfing balls wobbling and making lewd noises for everyone to hear, joined by the clapping from those gigantic buttcheeks that wobbled enough to sometimes press against those balls, equally as round and gigantic as those hallmarks of virility. All while their feet moved forward as if on autopilot, uncaring of the many people that had to move out of their way that squished against their assets, sometimes making more pre spill out as either of them shivered.

The pleasure wasn’t helped by the constant rubbing and prodding that the Bastard was doing to Danibastard. The Bastard was keeping pace right behind Danibastard, being sure to grope those enormous orbs and make more translucent pre spill out onto people nearby and have it drip down their faces. Squishing those heavy cheeks and making him squirm, all while the Bastard was similarly shivering from all the same pleasure, just a little less fogged up than Danibastard. But for how long could he keep this up? The Bastard was getting hard off of the many stares, a slutty exhibitionist at heart. And through the fog, Danibastard was picking up on it too, sometimes trying to pause his walking for a second for his butt to smoosh against the Bastard’s body, getting his cock caught in Danibastard’s booty for a short, impromptu hotdog. Wow, his own butt was so fucking heavenly. Because, it was his own butt. And the Bastard only wanted to make himself more slutty, turn this fag into a real mess of a boyslut. And unlike Danibastard this whole time, the Bastard didn’t have to make his changes out loud.

Danibastard with his Bastard ears could hear his legs creaking and groaning as they widened, his cock pushing out further as his belly pushed out. He was widening, his butt getting flabbier as it wobbled even more, noises bubbling throughout his warming body. It was making him so sensitive, his cock now pouring out pre like a faucet. And the added flab was making him rub against cars parked in the street. They were getting wider than the sidewalk! “Bwuhhhhh, you bathtard. You're making me thuth a thlut…” Danibastard couldn’t help but make public, because he really couldn’t help it. “Fuck, I’m thaying what I’m thinking. I downnnn’t wawnnnnt pehohple to nowwww how mucthchh of a thaggy thlut I amfff. You bitttth of a bahhthtaerd.” It was getting harder to speak, his tongue inflating in his mouth as it eventually lolled out, all red, long, and slobbery, drool falling on his growing chubby belly and onto his cock. And the Bastard’s cock was now big enough to be going between those wobbling cheeks, so the Bastard was getting serviced by a wobbling, growing ass at all times. And if the increased drool coming from both their cocks was any indication, they were absolutely in love with.

Oh god, Danibastard knew he was in love with the stares from everyone. But it just felt so good… He wasn’t even looking where he was going anymore, his boycock spearing one of the cars out of the way, too sensitive from all of Bastard’s gropes to notice he was now taking up the street. Bastard wasn’t just groping him now, he had skipped around despite the massive weight to step right in front of Danibastard, cock against cock, balls against balls, to stare at him right in the eyes while he jacked Danibastard’s cock. Danibastard couldn’t help but reciprocate, his hands around the Bastard’s still growing spire, causing the drool to turn into a river. Bastard was drooling, his long, thick tongue out of his mouth and lying on top of his own cock, giving him a good taste of his own salty seed. And Danibastard was too. And they were only growing bigger…

Danibastard was shivering from the pleasure. Or was it the cumming? He couldn’t tell. He just wanted to be a faggy bastard for his faggy bastard. He simply couldn’t stop cumming. He was going to flood the streets with his flabby, thick cock, his cheeks widening as he shook, trying to move his feet. But he had been propped up by his balls at this point. And so was the Bastard. The Danibastard. Both Danibastards. The original was shivering and moaning, his tongue getting in the way and making drool spit onto the other.

The original’s lecherous gaze was mirroring Danibastard’s own as he got up as close as he could despite the cocks in the way, to whisper right in Danibastard’s ear, tongue flapping and elongating all the while.

“Youuuuu’re minethhhh…..”

…

The traffic was horrible. A few people sitting in the back of the lanes were wondering what the holdup was, the raucous honking only being mimicked from car to car. Some lost their patience. Eventually they stepped out of their cars to see if there was some huge accident, but the closer they got, the less honking there was. And the lower their jaws got as they saw the enormity of the blockage.

Two cocks towering over them, at least twice as tall as the average person, and as thick around enough to gobble them up, although they were more showering cum than eating. The drains weren’t working, and how could they, when there was enough cum that they were probably flooded, a white murk up to the audience’s knees. Behind the massive spires and orbs wide as cars were sets of bunny ears, as well as many sets of thick cryptid paws huge and wide enough to pick up any of the vehicles but were instead going to work on each other’s constantly flooding erections. Barely visible, propped up by their two stories tall equipment, were incredibly flabby, thick bastard faces, tongues thick and long enough to wrap around their cocks and then some, pushing it closer to their massive paws that feasibly couldn’t stop. Not to mention their constantly wobbling, gigantic asses, so flabby with adipose and could fit many cars inside, especially with how streetwide their dripping sweaty donuts were, sticking between their buns and showing itself as a crude display of assery.

They couldn’t even hear the honking anymore. More audible was the squelching and gurgling from the massive furry balls, the gushing and splashing from the white seed storming out of their cocks to continue painting the entire street pale. The clapping from cheeks smacking against each other, donuts clenching and spraying anal fluids. And the moaning, they were so lecherous, shivering and groaning with pleasure. And they were getting louder, as if their vocal chords were expanding just to fill the street with volume.

“FUTHVVEEE I LOTHHHHH MAHHHH THAGGGGY COCKTHHHHHHH I CANTH TTHHHTOP CUMMINNNNNNNG, EVERYONE LOOK AT MAHHH SLUTTY ASSTHH, I LOTHHHHH JACKIN OTHHHH AND NEEDINTH COCKTHHHHHHHHHH INTHIDE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

That need was emulated through the massive amount of pheromones leaving the two, beyond the inherent scent coming from their cum, donuts, ass, just everywhere, fogging up the street with steam. The weakest among the pedestrians were the first to take their clothes off and just go to town on their balls, putting their hands against their balls and rubbing themselves as if they were trying to be towels for their ballsweat. It wasn’t long before there was a massive crowd of people who had left their cars to worship the duo, getting off on their continual growth, joining their mutual masturbation in a cacophony of lecherous moaning, cumming with them. The more they focused on the two, flabby, faggy bastards, the more they would cum too.

The former hunter, now fully Danibastard with the other Danibastard, had one moment where it was like everything froze. An iota of clarity that still managed to bubble up above the euphoria, the pleasure, the lecherous noise, the need to please… He really didn’t have any idea what he had gotten himself into. And now he would pay for it.

It was quickly silenced with yet another surge of constant cum, and growth.

“CUMMINNNNNNNNNNN I NEEEED TO FUCTHHHHHHH LET ME FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC”

Somehow, as they’ve grown tall enough with constant shudders and wobbling to be taller than the smallest buildings of the city, they were able to do the deed. The bastards were fucking, loud cock splurting into the other’s gigantic donut, rubbing against every inch of the other’s ass. The ultimate self-worship of basically fucking yourself, made manifest through slobbering moans grabbing and groping as much ass as they could, while the other felt less empty with a belly growing further out and mauling through buildings as it gurgled with fresh faggy boyspunk. It looked like everyone around was helping, pushing them against each other with as much force as their comparatively small hands could, at least compared to the massive beans from the bastards.

And yet, below it all, the crowd was swelling too. Maybe they indulged in the cum, or it could’ve been the pheromones. Their bellies were swelling for sure, gurgling and groaning, adding to the bastards’ pleasure by pushing their tummies against the boys. They were definitely pregnant. There was going to be a lot more bastards soon….
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