blanchespr: *snuggles up!*
Echoen: How're you dear?
blanchespr: Hmmm, doing quite okies!  And you?
Echoen: I'm doing better. I had a fun evening of good D&D, bad chinese food, and a headache
blanchespr: In my case, I had an encounter with an expanding girltaur, I frustrated myself at Borderlands 2, and I made a semi successful Mulukhiyah.
Echoen: What's that last one and who's that first one?
blanchespr: The last one is a middle-eastern dish made with special leaves, and optionally meat.  I put lamb and chicken in mind.  The result was a bit too soupy though, so I will change that next time.
blanchespr: The former is a girl whom I used to see sporadically but we only 'hooked' together recently.  I'd seen her before as an eight-legged humantaur - but now she went and thought she'd look good with sixteen, so I urged her on!  Later, it was revealed this was because of pills she'd ordered online.  I tried one, the effects were rather sudden!  And then, she had the bright idea... to swallow the entire bottle's contents.
Echoen: :o
blanchespr: :">
* Echoen wiggles happily ^_^
blanchespr: *giggles, fidgeting on her feet*  "She had thirty pairs last time we spoke of it~"
* Echoen smiles, sitting down on a chez longe and giving you a foot massage.
Echoen: "And what between them?"
blanchespr: *stretches her legs, wiggling her toes and practically melting at the foot massage.  It's been a weekend day, she didn't work or anything, but it still takes a load off!*  "I will know soon.  There were rumors that there was something... but right now, 'tis only rumors.
* Echoen kneads into your corns, massages across your toes, works your soles and rubs your heels. All at once, growing some more paws for each section of every foot.
blanchespr: *She's got some different feet today.  Seven toes on each, and neither looks like a copy - the length is gradual.  She lids her eyes open, peeing at your additional hands, letting out a giggle at the sight.  "Hmmm, I don't know how you do it.  Any old joe sports more arms and it doesn't phase me.  Then you do it and you look like a million dollars."
Echoen: A second batty sweeps across your shoulders, settling in to soothe your back, two heads nestling to either side of your neck to pepper in sweet little kisses and provide an unusual headrest. "Because you're a million bucks to me (sometimes literally, be it bunny or deer), and I put in that effort on your behalf. Or bewhole. There's always so much with you."
blanchespr: *She chuckles, turning her head to kiss one of yours, then the other, leaning back into your embrace and your large breasts alike.  "I'm glad you're so willing to take care of me when I'm in the mood to relax.  This is as good as a big bubble bath."  It's not everyone who can properly tend to the vixen's body - the four legs on a row are something to stare at, the four-cheeked behind a real looker for sure - but it's so hard to be properly satisfied when you got three tails and sexes.  You're the only one who seems to be able to hit all of her G-spots at the same time.*
* Echoen nestles in with you, as if the act of offering relaxation is just as soothing to hir as it is to you. Emotions intertwined, so divine, curves and swells well defined. The bats surround you, embrace you, settle you into them - the chez longe becoming an upturned battytaur with a vast swath of fluffy belly and fur that much of you disappears in like a big plush toy. Little more than large paws and hands curl around so many parts of your body, a blanket of digits and warm palms. Slowly pushing or rubbing in slow cirlces, or back and forth. "I feel better, too."
blanchespr: *She feels comfortable enough that she can let the extra nipples swell down along the torso, the vixen's three additional pairs of breasts taking shape and catching up to the pair up top.  Her tanktop wasn't meant for this to happen of course, so it's a little funny to see her being barechested three times out of four - unlike her skirt, which she's had large enough to accommodate extra-wide hips for the four motherly thighs she got.  Even the panties are a custom affair somewhat.  She pulls one of you atop her.  "Straddle me, this way."  Her hands resting on your own thighs, she gets a magnificent and personal view at your own lush body on display, one variation among others.  And with you in this position, well... let's just say her hardening cocks are going to make a fine chairback for
blanchespr: you.*
Echoen: As your luscious taurboobs swell forth, relatively huge forepaws fold over and over and over your sides, dozens of legs wrapping around you, all those paws embracing your body and breasts, huge pawpads covering your heavy teats, trapping them between fluffy digits. Still, there's enough room for a smaller batty to sink down between it all and arrange hirself with you, laying hirself flush to your frame... and your hardening erections finding sweet entrances to slip into and be warmed by.
blanchespr: *Her thick, long cocks enter you with barely any resistance.  That was another reason we were together: the both of us were incredibly well-endowed... and deep.  Her taurso stretches out a little more, her legs folded, her rump still well-defined as her hind sheathes assert themselves.  Even at the back, she's a lovely four-legger, and twice endowed between each, like the back was meant for more than the front.  Those cocks of hers though, you don't see them for long: ten massive tits soon swell the block the view.*
* Echoen is as deep as you please, and a G-spot to us just means Grow-spot. The pleasure center you focus on to get your partner squealing and buying a new wardrobe. If there's anything that gets the batty's motor going, it's being informed of how shi's dazzling you. Pleasuring hir partners is hir motivation and drug. Except, of course, when hir partner turns the table and focuses on the batty. That's just something special. 
Echoen: As you stretch and swell, you can feel/hear the creak of flesh as hir physique forms further outwards, those taurpaws embracing and kneading your hindsheaths and balls same as your breasts. And soon, battytaurs climbing up to take as many as they can fit within themselves, your sheaths kissing the pussylips of the batty cocksleeve. Muzzles and faces grow softly out from everywhere, drinking from your teats. And, finally, the largest battytaur that isn't being your bed, climbs upon you and all the others, and envelops your hindbody with hir hips and taurso, laying atop you, and filling you with acres of cockflesh.
blanchespr: *She's stretched out, so lewdly and obviously, thick pillars turning her into little more than a cocksleeve.  It makes the vixen squeal out in pleasure, her body lengthening even more just so that her third and fourth set of legs can erupt and rub among one another.  It's interesting how much her own musk so easily overpowers and overshadows yours, her signature more potent and powerful than a whole harem of yourself put together.  In the confined space of a home, the different is even more pronounced.
blanchespr: When she turns to the side to gaze at you, she ends up gazing at herself, a little surprised.  Without really trying to, she's split at the waist, a single vixentaur with two upper bodies who proceed to hug and snuggle each other, her nipples trying to engulf one another, draw out or give away milk.  For a moment, she closes her eyes and kisses herself, giving you the picture of her own love going into a feedback loop.  When she finally parts from her kiss, her upper row of breasts pops off one another, thick streams of milk erupting forth and wetting her from the chest down.  Row, not pair.  She's got four of those lush creamy globes side by side, large enough that an imaginary line between her nipples draws a shallow arc.
blanchespr: A little smoothed out though, considering she's got two nipples on each breast.*
Echoen: Even as they delve into your many depths hir cocks don't stop growing, heavy columns of dark vein-bulging erections pushing deeper and stretching you wider, burrowing into your wombs and filling them beyond full with simply flesh, though there's always more of you to fill up, shi knows it. Your scents send all of hir into a dizzy tizzy, hips swishing forward, paws clenching, muzzles slupring eagerly at you, more of hir with every breath. 
Echoen: You're more potent than a whole harem of hir put together, and that is the truth, because this /is/ a whole harem of hir, and each one is exhuding pheremones and scents that would produce similar, if lesser, effects that are happening to you in /any/ other vixen that takes a sniff. And yet there are still so many hands caressing your breasts, pressing between your nipples to fondle them, making each one of your many huge breasts feel special and attended to. Seventeen batty faces lean in to kiss each of your faces, competing for space and tongue, trying (and failing) not to split off into multiple more muzzles mid-kiss.
blanchespr: *All on her own like that, she becomes an increasingly complex and gifted vixen to look at.  A single girl like her is far more endowed than the biggest and luckiest one of you, and with reason: how else would she be able to handle a few of yourself?  Her elongated form is just something to carry on tits, ass, pussies and sheathes, those immense globes just the beginning what with those barrel sheathes, those puffy sexlips and those more than keg-sized balls jostling around her.  She lets out a small hiccup and then a giggle, touching her own twin muzzles on the head you've just kissed, a quartet of tongues coming out of each to lick around at herself.
blanchespr: Soon, there's little free space on her.  Tits down her torso all along the front - and then along the back, pair after pair to watch even were you to walk behind her.  Ten tails between each asscheeks, just because she got a funny axe to grind against kitsunes and it makes them so beautifully angry when she flaunts those around them.  That wonderful bent-over butt begging to be taken - mission accomplished by the way.  Were she to stand straight up, she'd be inches away from being swept off her feet by the number of balls she was packing.  You get to see that amount right away: she quivers, reaching around to grab you, hold on to anything... and the four cockslits on her shafts erupt with thick streams.  On.  And on.  And on.  They don't stop.  They don't even pause to break that orgasm
blanchespr: into splurts.
blanchespr: She lunges for you and pulls you into another exchange, kissing you eight times at once and working double muzzle against double muzzle, making the most of her time with you.  She's extended well beyond the chaise longue, right off it and through the kitchen, eventually coming back into the living room, a sea of massive tits laid out for you to sprawl on at your leisure.  There's no mistaking how her scent is more powerful than ever before, so many pheromones let out at once during her climaxes.  And with her four cunnies and four tail stars between each pair of legs back there... she's a lot of girl to enjoy.*
* Echoen is a frenzy of spawning and cloning, of creating more and more to keep up with you - or are you keeping up with hir? It;s truly special how we become lost with each other, creating more and more with little idea or care about how we'll fit together - we create more to accomodate those that would otherwise get 'left out' in the tetris mishmash that is sex. Surprisingly there is very little mess in the room, as every cock, teat, and pussy is serviced by one, or more, accompanying body parts. Any battyclone that finds hirself 'alone' only has to take a single breath before shi's drawn to you, the vixen, your scent overpowering all of hir thoughts, degenerating into a constant stream of thoughts of more and more and more of -you-. 
Echoen: If someone were to look at hirself and you from your very very backmost body all the way up to your front, it would seem like a timeline of evolution. Each row of girls becomes more and more 'evolved' and multiplicious as they travel up your body, until batty-hydra-tauri-pedes are the 'final' evolutionary stage, clustered around the first fifty feet of your upper body. They almost always start with their faces under your tails, licking at your juicy star and sex, lubing you up unnecessarily, doubling their heads to double their pleasure as they dive in deep into your bellies and wombs.
blanchespr: *She had beckoned you to follow, her upper body slinking forward and hovering up the stairs, towards the master bedroom.  Even though it was made especially for her and you, the immense bed was not enough to accommodate her anymore, let alone you.  But it didn't matter.  Resting on top of her kinball-sized breasts, she crosses her upper pair of arms atop her cleavage and lets you come up and along to accompany her, twenty pairs of eyes looking back at you with a mischievous smile.
blanchespr: Things had gotten more abundant along the way.  She was four-legged up front but then somewhere in the corridor, a set of legs was five across.  Follow her down the stairs and it was six.  Keep going, through the kitchen, around the dining room, into the living room, and soon you were before ten asscheeks on a row, a few of her cunnies left unfilled just so she could have the pleasure of birthing more of you, each new battytaur taking minutes upon minutes to arrive into the world, making it feel like she was slipping around a gigantic, ribbed dildo.
blanchespr: And she hasn't stopped cumming or milking at all.  Even though it was clear her mind was getting thrown all over the place from the constant orgasm that was surely on its way to reach a quarter-hour in length if not more.  She still had enough sits to hug you, kiss you, stare lovingly into your eyes and whisper sweet little words of love into your great ears.  While she was chanting her joy in gasps, huffed breaths and moans.  Two of our heads never quite stopped kissing, this interesting-looking face on her gaining in expertise, the vixen teasing you sometimes by making a muzzle lick the lips of the other.  Or, when a new row of breasts settles in, she grabs them in those tongues and squeezes the nipples to squirt milk at you.*
Echoen: (Eeee, so fun. So beautiful!)
Echoen: (I'm having trouble concentrating though, headache's being persistant)
blanchespr: (*giggles*  I have a small idea.  Hold on!)
blanchespr: *You'd find her absent from the bed on the following morning, the events having blurred out in bliss, exhaustion, and finally dreams where things were even more out of hand - simply because dreams don't necessarily have to make sense and things change if one does even so much as look away.  Although, "not there" is more like her heads aren't in sight.  You can see the hind of her body, the sight of fourteen rumpcheeks and folded legs on a line greeting you when the you in bed opens her eyes.  She's got a serious, ~serious~ case of morning wood.
blanchespr: Going down the stairs, you'd be able to track what she had done.  She'd stopped in the bathroom to freshen up.  Checked up on the two guest rooms to see if there was any cleaning up to do late.  Gotten down the stairs, went out the back to enjoy her morning coffee.  Returned, gotten through the living room, turned the TV on and watched it a while.  Continued through the dining room.  And you'll find her at last in the kitchen, looking so bored at how simple and uninvolved it is for her to flip some omelets for breakfast.
blanchespr: That's okay though.  Now that you're here, one of her heads can look back, another can smile and another can say good morning without looking.  She stands facing sideways, saving herself the trouble of having to reach around her enormous, four-breasted bosoms.  Idly, a few of her lower hands stroke a few of her cocks between her forelegs, or the bigger and longer ones between the second pair behind.  She hasn't lost the twin muzzles either.  It's what makes our morning kiss so lengthy, so involved as she works through motion after motion, displaying every trick in the book that she can do with six hollow tongues.
blanchespr: Hollow?
blanchespr: She smiles.
blanchespr: "You should've seen your face when I sucked on your cocks with those last night~"*