Blanche tries to keep up as she can, but it's hard to do when on hooves, and when the whole gaggle of you scurries around her, oftentimes taking sharp turns this way and that. "W-wait up, geez! Just where in the world are you taking me?" The tall, pink-spotted giraffe thought she'd landed herself a date with eighteen identical sisters, an impossible jackpot if there ever was one - especially since she didn't consider herself worthy of such a brand of attention! - but eighteen girls who are the same girl, she's never heard of that before. She didn't even fathom this could exist, so this made for a lot of explaining along the way, and she's still not entirely used to dealing with that. Huffing abd puffing along, her shorts cling on to her flexing curves, shirt pulled tight over her elongated body, all that movement causing it to follow her contours to the near-perfection. Echoen got to meet you for the first time, eighteen times in a row. Each time was like stepping out into the sunlight on what love meant, stirring feelings in loins and warmth in chests. Just how much each of her shared with herself was a mystery, as was if there were -only- eighteen of her. She all seemed the same age, but she talked to herself as much as to you. Batties are pushing, pulling, winging and nudging you along to keep up, despite how each of your strides are worth four of hers. A lot of wings get to sneak feels of a looot of leg. "Family get-together!" Such exhuberant pips and squeaks, each one of her vying for your attention. Showing off shorts wrapped around bat bottoms and bulges, with enough rear end to fill your hands. You can tell, as two batties have your hands trapped on their hips, gripping your arms with her wings possessively. Blanche has got to hunch over a little so her hands can find purchase on you. At least whenever you're not turning around somewhere, she's able to match your pace, her top speed more than making up for her poor handling. Even among giraffes, she's a tall one, a shocking twelve feet from hooves to the top of her head, all of this neatly divided in thirds for legs, torso, and neck. While this makes her fast when she wants, this also makes her a little clumsy, and eternally flustered. "Is it much further? Is your family like you? I mean, um... As in... Wait, forget I asked!" She's mostly past the point of incessant questions... and that's because the few answers she got brought on more confusion than clarification, the girl still in the dark for the most part as to how the heck you just plain work. Not to mention how well you are developed. She'd thought herself blessed by nature, what with how she bulges in so many places and with such contrast to her otherwise stretched-out self, but you're just on another level entirely. Echoen is only half your height, but she's still a leggy girl herself, thich thighs and calves for hanging upside-down. She runs the whole gamut of giggles, blushes, flusters and grins, answering you in bulk. Yes, no, yes and no, not far and yes, pretty close and you bet, a dozen variations of the same reply. When waiting at a crossing, a taxi pulls up and five of her hop in - only for five more to come walking out of a bank and rejoin the party. "We gotta hit the store first!" One of her chimes in, heaving you across the street into a local grocer. Placing a row of stacked chests on the countertop, four of her occupy the cashier with smalltalk, displaying four unique offerings of F-cup cleavage in tightly fit tanktops, tubetops, and other varied assortment of outfits. "Get something to bring to the party, too!" One of her chimes in, handing you some cash. Since you can hear and see over the aisles, you catch a couple bats simply ogling you from the aisle where they sell condoms, but you can't quite see below their waists. "Too small." "Still too small." "C'monnnn, she's -so- pretty, these're gonna be WAY too small!!" Blanche knew she shouldn't have asked a question! The result's always the same: contradictory answers from what she thought was just one girl... or maybe it's eighteen girls... or something in-between... aaaah, she's no longer certain. She chooses to focus on her strides, which will bring much more immediate and palpable results. She quickly counts her cash on hand, her pretty face seen above the aisles as she seeks a suitable gift, stopping momentarily to pull on her shorts as they dig in between her sheaths. They always do that! Finally, she finds something she likes: a huge watermelon that's been partly opened, and the inside scooped up into little balls before being put back into the watermelon, making for a really adorable presentation. Hugging the item to her chest, she makes for the cash registers. Even with the melon's record-winning size, she's actually bustier than that. A rough estimate would put her at something past an M-cup, if not more - either way, she can hardly see her own hooves even when she's at full stride. "I got something!... I think." She brandishes her item, ready to pay, chest thrust out, shorts... digging between her sheaths again without her noticing. Sure, she could've put on something more ample, but it would hardly suit the summery weather of the day. Echoen Two battygirls, pressed hip to hip, casually stroll between your legs, the bulge of your balls pushed up by their heads as they peer at your gift as the cashier tries to ring you up. They don't seem bothered by the situation at all, chirping approval at your lucky find, while the cashier is -definately- bothered by a whole lot of things. Your legs are almost entirely obscured by bats all trying to buy something at the same time, their ears up to your waist. Gravity and fabric are soon returned to you as the sole caretakers of your crotch as they pile out of the store in a streaming gaggle of bats, clutching their purchases in noisy plastic bags. A quick count reveals eighteen bats with you again, but a glimpse back into the store reveals those four battygirls still at the counter. Too many questions about what you got and where'd you get that outfit drown out most of your questions, until you're at the house. It's huge. Some doorways may still be a bit of a squeeze, but there's at least eighteen bedrooms worth of home here, plus accomodations. They stream inside, your purchase, phone, purse and items tugged free from your person to be placed for easy retreival. Blanche blinks in surprise at being so taken care of in, well, such an overwhelming manner. Not the first time it's happened, definitely not the last, and it still catches her off-guard! On short order, she's left with just her shirt and her shorts, nothing else on her person, and she catches herself staring all around her in awe. The home is spacious beyond her wildest dreams - it's the sort of thing that would've fetched tens of millions of dollars in a trendy superstar neighborhood. Her tail swishes left and right in nervous excitement, her body almost trembling a little from her powerful heartbeats. As she readjusts her shorts for yet another time, she realizes she's almost losing control of herself, and she aims the growing erections to either side so that they follow around her waistline. Why, even her tits push to her shirt, huge and firm pokies easy to see in the thin fabric, not to mention areolae that puff up so much, they cound as D-cups of their own. "I hope what I found was good enough for the... the party!" she stammers, completing with a grin and a giggle. "You're moving around so much! I mean, you move around a lot but... wow, you're like a sea today, you keep bouncing around everywhere!" She finally wraps her arms around one of you - no wrong in stopping just one battygirl in the horde. "What's the big occasion anyway? Isn't it just a family get-together?" She doesn't fully realize... um... that she's got you squeezes against plump sheaths and massive tits. Echoen A dozen plus pair of eyes follow the diverging journeys of your shafts as your cocks swell and fill within your shorts, filling out against the waistline and pockets. Various bat girls streeetch and pose in relaxation, arching to show off firm and full chests that stress the limits of her tops and shirts, a few even taking a southern style with daisy dukes dense with dick, and knotted white T-shirts begging for a wet shirt contest. The battygrrl you abduct is one of these, and she falls into your embrace like a lost lover, exhaling a delicious sigh of bliss as she sinks against your immense chest and pillows hips to your sheaths. "You should see what it's like when we -really- party." Another girl chimes, pressing against your thigh and hip, sifting through your pink spots. Three girls walk out of the room and return in aprons.... and nothing else, bare rumps showing as they head for the kitchen with all the goodies they bought. "While I'm cooking lunch, you wanna hit fourth base?" Hands and wings fondly rub your ass. Blanche nods, quickly, precipitously. "Sure, of course! Anything to hel-- oh-wuh wait what?!" Those dicks of her double in size almost instantly, not just coursing around her waistline but actually running into one another headfirst behind her, right between her rump and her tail. One overly powerful throb later, and those twin dicks shoot right up front and center, squeezing around you, the giraffe's shorts pretty much erased from useful existence along the way: a few white and pink tatters have scattered on the floor, beyond recovery. Just the same, her shirt rides on her like a tanktop, baring her midriff and even some underboob, as the thing was meant to house her charms at rest... Not when she's got pasta bowls for areolae and cola cans for nipples. The poor girl's frozen in place for a moment, unable to deal with what's just happened with her, and still getting more aroused by the moment, her asscheeks pushing against your hands, filling around your fingers, her very body gaining a little expansion in curves. "J-just like that, before the party and all? But... I won't have anything to wear! We have to find something. We... Um..." She realizes maybe the party thing might've been an excuse, or not, or who knows. All she's aware of now is that she's got a pair of erections stretching on a full three feet forward of her, and her balls have enlarged and hardened so much that they're forcing her legs apart a little, making for a beautiful presentation of her gifted backside. Echoen A chorus of affectionate, lustful chirps, croons and moans spill out across the house, even from upstairs, as your shafts swell severely in size, the batty's own shorts straining and aprons all lifting in turgid responses. Hands and wings pet along the vein-bulging clothed lengths, while even more limbs - and chests - press against the denim-clad swells of your balls from in front and from behind. Agile fingers grasp your ripped shorts as your behemoths billow free, helpfully removing the musky fabric and sending them immediately upstairs for huffing. Eager, exploring palms press against the underside of your furred tits; it takes two girls each to help keep your tits upright, and another just to push up your areolae. "Silly." The battygirl you're holding murmurs, pushing herself up under your shirt to pop her head out from your cleavage. "This is the party." The atmosphere is cheerful and spry, flutters all around you as bats remove bras, tug off T-shirts, and pull panties down in slow, endowment-hiding motions that show off twenty inches of battycock per girl. Three girls step into the room, with drinks. "I had my sweet sixteen a four hours ago, you're just in time for my 21st!" She begins to pour, without explaining 21st what. Blanche blushes. On a girl with pink spots, this makes the reaction stand out all the more, glowing color atop her natural hues. "You... you're too good to me!" she answers, unable to repress her giggle, just now starting to take in the sights and the situation: it's no mere distraction before a party, it's not a quickie snuck behind a curtain with guests none the wiser, or anything naughty like that. It's the event proper, wild and free, and this relieves her somewhat, easing her initial tensions about tight schedules or getting caught in the act. One thick bead of aromatic precum drops from a cock, and then another from the other, her bare balls jostling to occupy a grander space with their newfound freedom. There's a full dozen of these laden orbs between her legs, a sextet for each dick. "I guess now it's a matter of how many I can fourth-base with before I run out of steam!" she half-jokes, entertaining the wonder of how much dick she'll sink into each of you. Your stripping is doing some good worth though, and as she gains hold of her own volition, she reponds in kind: her hands cross over her shirt, and she lifts it up, up, and away, baring the entire glory of her gigantic giraffe titties. Standing straight up, parting her hooves, still hanging on to one of you against her, she regards another batty at ground level. "I hope you'll find me to your liking!" she exclaims with the gusto of a neophyte eager to please~ Echoen As you relax, battygirls knead into your muscles and limbs, stroking softly at fur with palms pressing firmly at flesh - which there seems to be more of with each pass. Each of her is eager to take advantage of your growth, to feel more and more giraffe pushing against wings, palms, or their whole bodies. Wings and hands alike caress your testicles, a group effort to lift, a unified goal to pleasure. Long tongues lap nectar that dews along the muff of your pussy, while other girls turn about to wobble their pumped-up bottoms, displaying how every battygirl has two pussies, side-by-side. "I was kinda hopin' I could see if I can fit both?" Shi shimmies hir hips, posed perfectly for you to grip and stuff with ease. Blanche reaches forward, grabbing hold of your hips, her eyes glazed over as if transfixed by the sight, the giraffe pulling you towards her while on auto-pilot, pressing the heads of her twin dicks against your nethers. "Let me know when to stop..." she half-whispers, before pulling you onwards, beginning to sink her crowns into you. She's loaded down, that's an incredible amount of giraffe dicks she's packing, and when it's all means for someone of her kind, it means this all looks even more obscene on your smaller body. Your incessant kneadings push flesh back where it tries to expand, mass seeking a way out in some shape or form, finding little options due to how she's almost all covered up by your ministrations. Except for one particular area. The moment her body senses its opportunity, it goes for it, and a second sheath suddenly opens up next to the first, quickly disgorging its own pair of dicks and dropping a tumble of heavy balls, a dozen testicles gurgling in production and raring to go. Those new cocks shoot forward with no regard for obstacles in the way, finishing their prodigious growth spurt with a powerful, geysering shot of pre-seed. "Eh, aah!" She gasps in sudden, newfound pleasure. Echoen There's only a few squeaks of surprise, but a whole chorus of moans as your grand, girthy giraffe cockheads smush against hir bubbly bat bottom and begin to... stretch hir. Pussies wet and warm and readily wrapping around your members as you fill the girl fuller and fuller, her body seeming to... barely show the girths inside her? It's peculiar; the deeper you go, the louder all of her moans, writing against you or falling back on the couch and arching spines. "Sssoooo warm!" She calls out a few feet to your left, pawing at her lightly bulged tummy. As soon as your second sheath sprawls forward to whap against more girls, there's a half-dozen bats there to attend it, lifting one of herself up to wedge to both crowns, just like herself already on your lap. "I can do this!" She exclaims, as both batties start wriggling down your dicks, competing to see who's butt can touch your hips first. Blanche closes her eyes, arching her back and thrusting her massive chest forward in her attempt to enjoy and savor the pleasures. When she blinks them open, she reaches for one of the drinks, though she quickly realizes she's far too shaky for that. Fact remains that she's screwing two girls at the same time, twice apiece, while there's more than a dozen or two other identical girls all around whose experience she can't make heads or tails of! She gets on her knees before she loses her strength by accident, and her ass doesn't even touch the floor: her ballsacs end up lifting her up, making themselves into an improvised seat that leave her backside in complete, open view. She paves her way forward with great helping of precum, the sort that would've easily filled the loins of any other girl, but it's increasingly obvious you're not just any other girl: the giraffe gasps and stares down, swinging her long spotted neck over her bust to find... both of you, ass to ass, with her about as balls-deep as one could hope to be in anyone, your beautiful cunnies kissing up to the lips of her sheath. "Impossible..." she whispers to herself, adding yet another impossibility to an ever growing list whenever you're concerned. (So what happens when a quad-dicked giraffe explodes two dozen balls' worth of cum into a many-bat~?) Echoen (The girls upstairs might not be able to contain that much jizz, so she'll shunt some over to mommabats next door) Similarly shaking hands and wings paw and pet at your enormously generous giraffee ass, fluttering licks and slurps at your pussy interspesed with little breaks to huff and moan, painting your balls white with jizz. All the bats that try to move around do so slightly bowlegged, those moving up or down the stairs having to be careful not to slip or let their plump, rounded girltummies knock over picture frames. When you -fountain- so much more pre into both of her, it seems to trigger a chain reaction across all of her, streams of milk leaking from her generous chests in exhuberant fertility. Blanche 's chest heaves with deeper and deeper breaths, the giraffe trying to keep herself from rushing into things too soon, but she can't stop: she might as well have a rocket strapped to her back, and it propels her right over the edge. She screams out loud, head thrown back, nipples heavenwards, showering the whole place with a rainfall of milk while she does not cum into you so much as she nearly pressure-washes your insides with the sheer strength of her orgasm! Even her sweet, plump pussy gushes with not mere drops or splurts, but full gallons of copious honey. Her eyes are shut, her body giving away far, far more than she could've ever contained - take the amount of any one thing, gather it, and you could've easily made six full-sized copies of her likeness with that. That's just how much she puts out. And when she's all done running out of voice, her dicks are still hard, still balls-deep into you, throbbing at the rhythm of her heartbeat. Echoen As your long neck arches backwards, your head lands with a pompf between batty breasts, and your face is lavished with kisses. Peppering down your neck as you scream into tits that wobble lushly against your face and douse your fur with cream. Plump, pert nipples are pushed into your view, offering, as are turgid, spunk-spilling erections eager for 'raffe. The two of her on your lap steeple their fingers together and press chests together, moaning against each other in a sisterly way as their bottoms are filled to the brim with boners. As your climax wavers, the chirps take on a different tone. "She did it." "It worked!" "Ohh, I can feel her..." The bats are rendered nearly immobile as their bodies surge with pregnancy. Tummies plumping from full to term in moments, thumping to her knees or upon couches, the stair railings, as estrus guuuushes from their sexes. You feel warm, enclosed, smothered in bats, moreso than you actually are. Your head is cradled and lifted up to see a dozen of the battygirls on one side of the room, each of them pregnant beyond their entire body size. "You're coming!" Several of her call to you, as long, pink-spotted, full-grown giraffe legs lurch from her cunnies. Two giraffes per girl. You're awash in sensation as two of you is emerging from each battygirl, even those down the block. "Twins!" She giggles between huffed moans, birthing in record time, bringing the number of giraffes up to twice plus one the number of bats. Blanche has to take a moment to make sense of all the new feelings coming to her. And then for her, a moment is minuscule, each and every one of her able to deal with the situation on her own terms, rendering her comfortable with what's going on in a real short time. She looks around, gazing simultaneously at the grocery store, at another house, at the street, at the house she's in under new angles and perspectives. She experimentally extends an arm, sees herself doing it a half-dozen times over from as many giraffes looking in that direction. "I understand, and at the same time... I don't... This is... This is beyond words." she manages to say with one of her newly birthed selves, the original girl still panting, catching her break from her world-rocking orgasm. She can't figure out how you managed to sink into yourself cocks longer than your torso, let alone entire giraffes that are much larger than you. And what's more: they're all identical, down to the stunning curves, the twin sheaths, the four cocks, and the mountainous heaps of balls. Already, she's reaching out for you, double-teaming her own mothers. "I'm sorry, um..." "I dunno what's coming over me..." "But I get to do all of you! I can prove it!" "You wanted fourth base, right?" She giggles, a chrous spreading across all of her, as she basks into the new sensations and lets her instincts guide her - instinct that drive her to fuck you silly all over again. <3 Echoen "Better to show, than tell!" Says one battygirl, who simply... -dives- into your pussy near the kitchen, and slides right back out seconds later in the lobby at the bank. Giggles, chirps and moans greet your reach, pressing curvy, bountiful bat girls into your hands to embrace you and eagerly shove shafts back into her, but this time, trying to fit one pussy to one sheath, no matter how many dicks. Crowns smush together as she manages to get a good snug fit, despite your hips being out of her league. Blanche gets surprised by how you dive into her! One part doing it, one part doing it so easily, and one part witnessing you emerge elsewhere! With a few spare girls, she tests it out for herself, one giraffe literally sinking into another, only to get birthed elsewhere by a third - an experience that leaves her a little breathless for sure. "Wow..." She falls into the motions, four massive cocks for each lovely batty, handling you with more confidence now that she knows what you're capable of and how much you can take. Then, all of a sudden, she catches sight of her own eyes... of her own naked body. It's different than looking at herself in the mirror. It's something more carnal, more primal, and... next thing she knows, she's kissing herself, hands groping her immense bust, fingers wrapped around milky-wet nipples, with two fully-fucked batties squished between the two of her. "I love you..." she mutters, though it's unclear to whom this is addressed. Can you blame her for cumming again so quickly, so easily? And this time, it's all of you getting flood-filled at the same time by a downright impossible amount of her seed. Echoen (Hoooo. Let's wrap it up here? I'm exhausted) Blanche (smooches. "It's about time the Internet sees proper giraffes, with a lock neck and super-huge tits~") Echoen helps you set up webcams, and explains how you can create an account for each of you so you always have a show going, full of yourself as a subscriber, and make a lot of money from advertisers, which you can sit on the board of. Blanche giggles, blushing a little. She's a bit shy when she's not having sex! And the experience has had a few side effects on her, namely how she's quad-dicked, already a feat in its own right, and how her giant areolae are bigger than most girls' boobs. She even tries to fit in the same shirt and shorts she wore when she met you. The result? The shirt hooks around her huge nipples and leaves everything else bare. The shorts are bulging all around her hips with her cocks looping no less than twice around her, the mere act of walking causing them all to gently rub to one another.