Balros — 9/24/2023 10:14 PM !!!! Divine!!! Avali — 9/24/2023 10:15 PM And just think; when she's erect, she could smother with ease under all that taint~ Balros giggles Why think, when we can experience that right now? Kneads over bulge, taint, balls, butt Avali leans forward just enough to get that big, bulging taint exposed, to say nothing of the vast, plush rim concealed between those door-wedging cheeks! Balros The lurid display of decadent derriere denting the doorframe, while a taint bigger than each buttcheek bulges below, draws a lot of attention. A gaggle of skirted girls giggle and point fingers, teasing at the bird's sudden onset hyper growthspurt. Avali is hardly bothered. How could she be? Just look at that profoundly plush perineum! It bulges with the outline of her urethra and throbs with the bulk of the oversized prostate beyond. Every bit of the bird's reproductive tract is egregiously engorged, right down to the bulging epidydmis at the back of each heavy, hot, glistening nut and the fat deferens bulging their way up her scrotum and into her body. It won't take long for her scent to permeate the entire space~ Balros Several of the teasing can't sustain their taunting for long. Soon they're giving longing looks at the love of their life that's developing right in front of them, inhaling pumped-out pheromones and rubbing their own asscheeks as they fill out into fat shelves in jealous envygrowth. At least one of them strokes their stomach as they swell pregnantly plumped from look and want alone, fertilized by proximity. Shirts start straining as breasts swell in attempted rivalry to those displayed on the massively endowed Avali in front of them. Only one girl, the leader, seems to be able to sustain the snark and snideness, and sneer at her peers as they hit hyper puberty too, thanks to the scent in the air. "Oh puh-lease! It's not like -she- is the most virile thing there is! I've seen bigger butts on ALL of my ex-boyfriends!" She tries to brag Avali The buxom bird gazed over her shoulder with a look of absolute bliss, one hand completely and entirely enveloped in one asscheek. "Your ex-boyfriends? You mean the ones that spent an entire night with their faces buried in my balls?" She grinned, seeming to tense her body, thighs rippling before her taint ballooned outward, sagging into the cleavage of her balls. Ahead of her, a concrete-dense gush of precum lurched out of her sheath like someone having just tipped over an entire bucket of contact cement, splattering out into a clear puddle so viscous that it maintains a goodly portion of its shape for several minutes. "Please. They only wish their asses were as big as mine." She twisted to one side to emphasize, seemingly packing on several feet of width like a strange optical illusion. Except the size remained when she turned back. Balros Two girls cry out in orgasmic bliss as they briefly make eye contact with the fluttering eyes of the fecund darling in front of them, one of them stroking over her growing bird beak as she gryphonizes faster than the rest. The entire gaggle of them clench their butts as their own prostates simultaneously bloat and spasm, growing boldly within their buttholes that try desperately to emulate the one they're all staring at. The panties of the leader SHRRRIP as twin puffy donut tailstars outgrow them, the girl forced to mutate from the sheer force of that retort. While several of them scatter backwards or simply collapse to their knees in wanton need, whole hands stuffed up into gushing cunnies brought to bliss; some forced back out as eggs push from labias and plop between thickening thighs. "Nnn, you..." The leader moans, her body refusing to obey her, fisting one arm deep into her uppermost tunnel and the other flipping off the precocious grrl in front of her. "You didn't steal them from me, I was -done- with them, they'll just go for any piece of tail that lifts feathers for them." She attempts a haughty harrumph and turns up her nose... only for that display of growth to send her reeling like waves of thunder washing over her. She staggers back, both hands up her butt to try to assuage two demanding prostates, huge cunny spraying sloppy ropes of estrus out onto the floor. Her body wants more than her ego can hold back! Avali took no heed of the other two losing their composure as they gazed over her hyper-virile bulk, letting lust do its work to their bodies as she turned, sauntering over to the self-declared leader of this group of girls. Or breeders, rather. They were already pushing out eggs, and she hadn't even buried any of their faces between her car-smothering asscheeks. "Mmh. You say you were done with them, when I think it might have been quite the opposite." She crooned. "I mean, look at your friends. They're already laying my eggs, but you haven't even laid just one. " She stopped just inches from the girl's face, her thigh-thick sheath - not including the foot-thick flesh that made up said sheath - wobbling profusely, drooling a arm-sized rope of gluey precum that made the very air waver with her overwhelming, body-altering scent. "So maybe they thought they could make me lay their eggs. But I assure you that it was quite the opposite." She smirked, canting her head to one side to better appreciate the view of those twin donuts. How delectable. Balros The bossy bully's body rebelled at her attempts to restrain her abject lust and wanton desire, hips and thighs widening visibly in resonating growth as their messiah turns to face her, point that cannonlike sheath in her direction, walk those perfect legs and huge paws closer to her. The cries and moans of motherly bliss that rose from her former gang of girls around her did nothing to help her failing composure. She was trembling all over, chewing on her lower lip, expression contorted into a cracking mask of indignation. The only thing she had going for her was her height, as the older taller girl, but she was even beginning to lose that battle; her changing body scrunching shorter to bring her face closer to the sheath that has changed her life. Her swelling, sweaty breasts shred open her shirt to plap her stiff-nippled tits against the far larger, far muskier feathered breasts shoving around her, their undersides resting atop the rim of that shaft-stuffed sheath. Her lube-slathered arms slurp out of her twin buttholes, followed by two more that split from her shoulders, all four clutching the sides of her holes and cheeks and spreading them wider, wider, gaping. "Y-you can't, m-m-make me,..." She drawls, eye-level with the avian girl before her, her colossal cunt quashing to where ballsac snuggles to sheath. Avali leaned down for one long moment, simply admiring the resilience of the girl even as her friends mutate into something better suited to propagate more gryphons. "Can't make you what? I didn't quite catch that..." She said, bending in closer, smothering the girl outright beneath the titanic expanse of feathery chest that was her tits. After a full minute keeping the bossy brat buried in her cleavage, she straightened herself back up with a look of contemplation, twisting to gaze backward as she lifted one huge paw, splaying its thick digits and soft, squishy pads. Too big, even for her stature; but perfectly sized for what she had in mind. Without so much as a second thought, she planted that body-smothering paw right onto the girl's crotch, engulfing it in a softness that shouldn't have been remotely possible, her blunted claws contrasting with her efforts and ensuring that there's something firm to hold onto. "You'll either lay my eggs. Or you'll be knotfucking your friends senseless once I feel your new cock blossoming out between my toes." She said with the barest hint of an amused sneer. "Assuming you even have time to stand up before they're burying you in their cunts themselves." Cue her rocking her hips forward, squishing that pendulous sheath right up against the girl's face. Balros The girls around her are all gryphons now, or well on their way. Feathered, beaked, busty beyond measure, and egg-heavy while laying rapidly. Kneeling or crouching upon enormous paws, stroking swollen stomachs or pressing paws against their besotted new patron. Their leader forgotten, a flock of females being fertilized in their new faith in the hyper-endowed broodmother. The muffled shrieks of their leader is the last thing they hear of her petulance, before it melts into buttery moans of a pawslut who's pussy is tasting heaven. She cums; her hips buck. She cums, her thighs twitch. She cums, her cunt grows. She cums, her cunt GROWS; clit lurching out in a swelling spear of sensitive red. Tapering at the tip, bulging at the base, labia lips dropping heavily into round, loaded shapes that seal together in a weighty sac. Canid, wrapping itself in inches of flesh and feathers and furred sheath, lurching bigger as she bucks harder into heavy paw. It's not her balls that hit the floor first though, but her new taint, dropping like a boulder beneath her butt and swelling behind her to rival the spread-wide cheeks of her enormous ass. All the while, her eyes lid and her moans become even more muffled as her muzzle is engulfed in sheath and pressed to the tastefully glossy tips of the penises within their princly new queen. Her four arms forgo her backside and instead hug around as much sheath as they can reach, scooping up fur and feathered flesh to pull it all towards her face and flush her face deeper into the bowl of sheath-rim. Bubbles burbling up from the pre and liquid sheathmusk pooling within. Deep and noisy quaffs are audible as she drinks and gulps, each swallow sending her new shaft surging in size, SURGING in stiffness, and packing on the pounds into her balls behind her. Avali Such is the size of her bust that she can't see the new cock jutting forth, loosing ropes of precum all the while, but she can certainly feel the heft of that fat dog dick shoving its way forward, spearing into the cleavage of her balls before its inevitably forced downward, barely lifting the lead-dense globes laden with so much ultra-virile seed that mere contact ensures impregnation. In some cases, touch isn't even required; one only needs to hear the sound of her terrifically oversized swimmers vying to escape the confines of her balls before they're suddenly, impossibly pregnant. "There, that's better, isn't it? Just think! In a few more minutes, you'll have a bright, shiny beak and the biggest dick of all your friends! You'll have an entire harem of boyfriends trying to shove their widening butts down on your dick." She gently scrubbled her fingers between the girl's ears as she spoke, cradling those formerly small, rounded things as they became longer, tapered, and tufted, not unlike her own. Feathers blossomed beneath her very touch, spreading outward in nonsensical patterns until they filled in every space where a strand of fur once existed. "But... I have to wonder." She mused. "Will they be your boyfriends? Or will you be theirs?" She pressed her paw into the mass of soft sheath and fattening balls. "Because I certainly don't feel a pussy down here. But then again, being a busty boy is probably quite suiting for a bossy gal like you. Shame you don't have big silicone-filled tits like mine. Yet." Balros She throbs beneath balls; she throbs beneath paws. Steel-stiff and growing harder, molten hot and heating needier, knotfucking between toes and slinging increasingly dense ropes of puppyslut sperm against silky-feathered ballsac undersides. Up above she was the face of an angel, all sweetness as her ears are touaseled and transformed. Her muzzle curving into a smiling beak, his eyes glittering with heart-shaped irises..