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\n\t\t\t\t\tpulsar\n\t\t\t\t\techoen in the bottom pair of Pulsar's Hyper Clothing line, ready for hir evening stretches.The following RP log features
\n\t\t\t\t\tmilkjunkie posted with permissionMilkJunkie: Damn girl, you rock yoga pants. <3
Echoen: Hehehe
* MilkJunkie buttnuzzles. <3
* Echoen facesits :3
* MilkJunkie muffles a squeak, but looks far too excited to really be complaining. <3
* Echoen does her stretches, leaning forward, grabbing foot and stretching, rolling her torso to the other side to grab the other foot and stretch. Your dick is caught between her huge tits and gets glomped all over with every motion.
* MilkJunkie groaned, the tented bulge of his stiff arousal pushing into the monumental softness of your fat batty tits all the while. He couldn't help himself as his paws grabbed and sunk his fingers into two meaty handfuls of your amazing butt, nuzzling as much between your clothed cheeks as he could. His tail thumped against the floor beside him as you stretched and worked yourself and allowed him to indulge in you~
* Echoen is a big grrl, a hyper grrl, the weight of hir huge nuts plopped over your chest and belly. You can just imagine where hir sheath is squished. Shi keeps up with hir stretches and efforts, as if completely ignoring your presence. One leg goes up over hir head, putting all hir weight on that one asscheek next to your head.
* MilkJunkie had to admit, he was impressed by your flexibility! You're a big grrl, a hyper grrl... most of the time there was a lot to get in the way of such active stretching! But you handled it all beautifully. The excited mouse was breathing hard, and every breath was just full of batty-scent. He pushed out his tongue, but wasn't exactly putting much mind to where he licked. He just ran his tongue over your clothed bottom out of the sheer need to do so.
* Echoen 's yoga pants don't taste very good. They taste clothy and a bit cloying, even with the fat bulge of battysnatch so close nearby. You can certainly smell her though! So much woman. Shi sets hir leg down and rolls hir ass over your face to perch hir other rumpcheek on the floor and stretch hir other leg. There's a lewd ripping sound and you can feel hir tits getting pushed up off of your dick - as hir growing balls shove under them and take their place.
* MilkJunkie certainly would have preferred the taste of bare bat, but he didn't seem to mind. He wasn't lapping at you for the taste, after all. Still, even in his horny state of mind, the taste got a little grating on him after a while. The scents though were wonderful, and it was just as naughty of him to be smooshed under you and huffing your bat-grrl musk like a permanent marker. His big ears (what little of his head was visible!) perked up as he heard that ripping, and felt your growing balls smoosh over his dick, making him squirm. A big bat was great, a growing bat was better!
* Echoen finished hir leg stretches and so kept your face firmly planted between both cheeks equally now - and you felt hir spread hir legs wider, wider, wider, until shi does a perfect 180 split. Bending forward, your shaft is swallowed up by tits, ballss, and you can feel both of them mashing around, gurgling and growing. Sometimes you can feel the grinding furry flesh of hir sheath too, whenever it gets room. Then up shi pops, bending backwards, applying so much smooshy weight on your face, grinding hir puss to your muzzle. There's a gurgling heard all around you, and a creaking from stretching yoga pants... hir butt and snatch growing too!
* MilkJunkie groaned as your body gurgled and swelled and grew above him, form your balls and tits to your ass and snatch... The latter of all that mashing against his muzzle. He parted his lips to clamp down on those swollen batty-lips and suckling into them like some kinda lewd and juicy peach. "Mmmnh...!" He moaned up against you, paws greedily grabbing your expanding rump. By then, he was so aroused that his own jeans were soaked. Pre couldn't quite get through denim too well, so you could only imagine the utterly sticky state of his fur as his crotch was obviously drenched in musky dampness.
* Echoen doesn't even flinch when you start slurping and sucking at the cameltoe of hir cunt as it grinds to your muzzle, casually splattering your face with sticky girlhoney as shi completes hir stretching regime. A thick and hyper battyherm is now a very thick and very hyper battyherm, but hir motions are smooth and fluid like the weight insn't there at all. Hir ass outgrows hir poor yoga pants, hir pussy tearing through the fabric to kiss your face in hot cunt and trap your muzzle with squeezes. Each asscheek is larger and heavier than a medicine ball. Shi spreads hir thighs about 45 degrees apart, leaning back on hir hands, and engages in wingstretches, grabbing hir feet.
* MilkJunkie was tapping his ankle against the yoga mat you were becoming far too much bat for. He must have been having trouble breathing, and understandably so as your cunt muscles squeezed around his muzzle in eager desire. There was a groan - could you even hear it over your own sounds? - from the denim fabric of his bottoms as his churning, heavy nuts looked far too overloaded. They stretched his jeans into two very obvious and round shapes nestled at his crotch that resembled fat bowling balls. They only got tighter as he squirmed beneath you, his tongue lapping at the sweet depths of your body.
Echoen: Shi would roll, occassionally, grinding hir ass over your face - sometimes pulling off your face just enough to let you gasp for air scented deeply with hir musk, and then you're squished right back in again. When shi's finished with hir wing stretches, shi begins pushing hirself into yoga poses with you always trapped against hir. Wedged between thighs, clung against hir ass, squeezed between hir balls and sheath, trapped between hir tits, snagged against hir sheath, every pose seems to shunt you to some new part of hir body and squish you there. Gods, shi's huge~
* MilkJunkie had a lot more freedom with yoga poses, but he really didn't exercise it. Your musk was almost dizzying, and it made the mouse very, very agreeable to your whims. Of course, as you treated him to all the different parts of your body, he was grabbing, squeezing, petting, licking... His tongue invaded whatever hole it could at the time, from your drooling cunt to your puckered hole, and his paws groped, squeezed and teased your balls, your sheath, your heavy tits... And he was hardly gentle. He fondled with mighty heaves to roll your squishy-parts, and he would have been lying if he said he didn't have to flex a few muscles to do so. But you were rubbing off on him... literally, it seemd! So much direct contact with your lusty self had his body gurgling like yours, his bones creaking and groaning, and his jeans filling. It was mostly just his jeans, as his hips popped out, his ass bubbled up, his thighs ripening... Mouse-fur was peeking from growing tears in his denim clothes and his ass was pushing up over the back. He was getting sooo uncomfortable, he was so cramped inside his own cloth prison!
* Echoen continues to almost utterly ignore you, hir body swelling and inflating with size, heft, weight, girth, bulk, and mass that no matter where you were plastered against you could feel hir body growing against you. Squishing, grinding, forcing you to move hir if you wanted to move anywhere, always needing more effort. Shi was astoundingly flexible and very strong, seeming to completely ignore hir own tremendous hypersize, casually arching hir back with beachball tits when you had to strain with both paws to move it aside to let you breathe or burrow somewhere else. Jeans, a poor choice for comfort of growing hyperfurs, but few other garments are as fun to burst out of. The dense threads began to part and explode off of you, exposing more and more fur and curvy mouseflesh. You couldn't help but relish the sensitivity of your B-cup breasts, even with the tense straining over your massive mouse nuts.
* MilkJunkie isn't normally a growing hyperfur! He considered himself some kinda diet-hyper at best... well, usually anyway. Now covered in bat sweat and, evidently, bat magic, he was a little more deserving of the title of hyper. "Fffffuck...!" He squeaked, taking one deep breath before his pants finally reached their capacity. They shred to bits! Practically popping off of him with loud ripping sounds, he gasped as his new-found girly body and hefty, swollen, bigger-than-your-head nuts found their freedom... alongside a swollen, perhaps still slightly floppy cock that looked more fitting on a horse than a mouse. He panted, squeezing against your body. His underwear - stretchy boxer-briefs - had a better time holding it seemed, stretched tiiiight around him, but his hefty cock was spilling over the waist that had been pulled on by his more dominating curves.
* Echoen is caught in a pose with one arm under hir left leg and holding that leg high, hir tits on one side, hir balls on the other, hir sheath jutting out in an odd angle, and hir snatch completely exposed to your now bared hyper prick. There's a puddle on the floor of estrus you can see just casually leaking out.
* MilkJunkie felt like his whole body was on pins and needles... that said, what was left of his prick's length filled out pretty quickly, jutting out before him with the thickness of at least a soda bottle. That vein-strangled length desired... well, what most animals naturally desired. it needed to be in something... and there was such a fat, moist cunt right there! Well, you'd done so well ignoring him up until that point, he figured it wouldn't be prudent of him to think that he'd be able to get away with where his mind was going. Dragging himself out from under you, the eager, curvy mouse pressed up against you. His weight made holding that thick leg of yours up all the easier as his chest (and perky lil' tits!) rubbed up against it. But it was all for the sake of lining his erection up with that waiting batty-snatch and driving it in as deep as he could get in one good lunge. With your strong muscles clenching, and the fact that even with how fat your cunt had grown, it still needed at least a little stretching... the depths he reached were woefuly inadequate. So he began to buck his hips in squeaking desperation to plunge deeper still!
* Echoen continued to ignore you, though hir body didn't. Hir snatch clenched and squeezed around your girht, splashing your belly and thighs with hir estrus - and you could feel hir flesh sliding around your prick as hir snatch continued to grow. Shi was just massive and getting *bigger*, hyper in every way and only pumping further in size. And shi still changed hir positions as if you weren't there, swinging hirself around your cock in hir tunnel, neither helping nor hindering your efforts to fuck hir. Shi's so deep, so juicy, buttery fucktunnel of bat, stretched nicely around your cock. Finally shi ends up on hir knees, with you pinned below hir and buried under hir massive balls, your cock plunged far up hir snatch and belly, barely able to see around hir nuts to the huge sheath wobbling back and forth and hir massive breasts bouncing up and down as shi rides your cock - with barbells in hir hands, keeping them in the same place midair while shi works hir body up and down. Your tits have fattened to D-cups and your belly feels thick and squishy, so much shemale milfness pouring into your body.
* MilkJunkie was starting to look like he'd need the exercise when he was starting to look like a shemale MILF of a mouse. Plump, soft, thick all over with curves that DIDN'T run into one of those trim and tiny waists. He had weight to him, and hefty tits! But he was still moved easily by you, as if you had super strength to pin his thrusting body down against the mat and continue to ride him, while smashing more and more bat-cunt down on his crotch as you bounced. Gods, he couldn't hold back! The rowdy mouse and his massive, gurgling nuts just couldn't be contained, and with a heavy moan, he gave you more weight to heft. A thick eruption of his cum launched deep inside you, filling your belly, beginning to stretch it out to heavy and gravid roundness that would juggle, bounce and slosh with every bounce you made.