the city's been overrun. No one could escape the mouse's musk, let alone that of her rapidly-multiplying offspring. One whiff, and erections sprung and panties were soaked. Unable to run, only masturbate, more of the potent, mutagenic pheromones were inhaled, and soon buck teeth formed, ears inflated, tails snaked out, fertility skyrocketed. No one left in the city was of normal proportions, or varying of species. Only mice. Huge, hyperherm mice. Growing, fucking, breeding, then growing and fucking and breeding some more. The progenitor of it all sat upon her fat balls, lifing her titanic ass up into the air, nevertheless making craters around her four giant paws. She towered over the city, visibly growing larger by the second! Her bellies, front and back, swelled with young, three of which were already nearing her size, feeding from her milking breasts(which caused growth spurts), cumming, and rubbing their own pregnant bellies. So many, so big...
But it's ok! You got away. Your plane was one of the only ones to make it without getting blasted out of the sky by wayward blasts of milk, cum, or femjuices. And you wanted to get away, right? ....right? Right! This situation was... uh... horrific? Yeah, horrific... I mean who would want to turn into a giant sex monster, with such enormous, pumping endowments, constantly lusting to cum, to birth, to grow...
Erm... The pilot really helped... his voice was so calm, and reassuring, making sure you knew where you were going and what to do when you got there... As you flew over the city, you watched the giant mouse queen feeding her young, and making them grow... you hit a little turbulence, then The flight attendant's voice came on... no, she was helping someone next to you... The voice certainly -sounds- female, and slightly agitated, at that. Weird.
You glance out the window again and are shocked to see one of the giant mice looking at you. Not at the plane, at you. She pauses her frantic stroking of her cock to smirk sexily at you. Her eyes are lidded, and she licks her lips. The plane dips slightly again, and the pilot(?) comes back on, now sounding like a little girl, but with an unmistakable, breathy quality of someone who's monstrously aroused. As she (shi?) keeps talking, sounding less and less formal, more and more playful, peppering her words with kinky little innuendos and saucy giggles, its like helium is slowly fed into her airstream, till her voice is just adourably squeaky... just as the plane suddenly starts making an emergency landing, an impossibly long mousetail flops out of the cockpit, which itself is undoubtedly filled with cock... and balls, and boobs, and a growing pregnant belly. A smell hits you, like a wave, thick and sweet, almost spicey... You moan, hearing the pilot moan as well, then squeak out,
"wheeeeeeeee!"
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