* Echoen sprawls, arrived home

Boo3: *sprawls next to you

* Echoen rolls over to sprawl on you.

Boo3: *is sprawled upon

Echoen: Good bunny

Echoen: Anything you want from a batty?

Boo3: hmmmmmm
Boo3: why not have some fun transforming me into something outrageous and sexy

* Echoen giggles. "And how sentient do you want to remain?"

Boo3: *scratches his chin thoughtfully, leaning back in the chair in your office. It seems slightly too big for an average-sized human like him, like your usual clientele is more, let's say robust, physically. "Preferably entirely, but I don't mind not caring too much that I'm still sentient in the end. Does that make sense?"

Echoen: Hir office is much more like a doctor's office than a business one, housed in the back room of the pharmacy shi operates. "Oh, it certainly does~" Shi coos, already preparing the concoctions specified for a human recipient. All that skin, no fur - so sensitive! "Any further preferences?" Shi murmurs.

Boo3: *adjusts his position, trying to remain comfortable in the slightly oversized chair while also doing his best to hide the tent in his jeans he's getting from watching your hips, chest and sheath sway as you move about gathering ingredients. "Well, I've always thought I could maybe use a bit of extra muscle. And, uh, I like... bats?" he says, growing more distracted at the end.

* Echoen is certainly an abundance of batty, hir labcoat not even buttoned up front, allowing for far more visuals than what most other-side-of-the-counter customers receive. An ear perks and an eyebrow raises as you murmur your desires, all while finishing the potion - with a squeeze of a fat dark nip, squirting hir own milk into it. "You'll like bats even more when this is over. If, it's over." Shi mentions cryptically, while pouring the potion down your throat in a deft dip. It isn't even ingested yet and it's already taking effect - your tongue sprawling and unfurling past your lips, slick and red. Around your midriff, your shirt and pants begin to tear, limbs pushing forth from your waistline - spilling with long, stretching fingers and a velvety membrane. It's only seconds in you and you're already shifting into a battytaur, all six of your limbs beginning to throb with thickening growth of muscles.

Boo3: *groans and writhes in surprise, falling out of the chair (now too small) thanks to the confusion and lack of coordination that comes with his new limb. Thankfully, with the sudden surge of muscle comes a surge in sturdiness, and the tumble is harmless. "Oh jeez, this is really something," he moans, lisping slightly due to the unfamiliar size of his tongue. His clothes tear further, ripping under the strain of bulging muscle, his tougher jeans the only article of clothing that still manages to somewhat preserve his modesty - for now. Clawed hind legs scratch at the floor of your office while strong, folded wing move to support his front half, bracing his shifting, swelling body. His strong, clawed hands carefully reach for his transforming face, feeling out the changes as they occur. A cute, upturned snout, growing ears, plumping lips, and that tongue, still hanging outside his mouth and curling about as he tries to control it. Face-wise, he could be your sister! He shivers as the process in his body shifts gears slightly, his skin feeling very sensitive in certain places all of a sudden.

Echoen: The natural battyherm giggles as you stumble, tumble and transform about - your body stretching and surging in lewd spurts of growth, giving you more and omre the proper form of a battytaur, those forewings still stretching longer and bulging way more muscly powerful. You feel your balls surge and swell with heft and weight, pounding heavier with cum and need. Fur coating all over them; a thick, cavernous sheath swallowing up your cock, which is jamming itself forward in your tearing pants through sheer size alone, but is also swelling erect. Your chest itches with sensitivity, before ballooning forth with gorgeously lush breasts, bouncing above your toned abs; a ten-pack. Yet, even larger, even better feeling, are the breasts that are growing on your taurbody's chest, displayed between your forewings. Your cock jams up between them.

Boo3: *squeals, his voice higher than before, but husky and lewd, feminine, but fitting his stature. Having gained control over his tongue, he licks his lips, still overwhelmed with the ongoing changes, but now able to properly enjoy them, too. His back hips shudder and buck involuntarily, sending a shudder through his body as his now-massive cock is forced between the massive, pillowy globes hanging from his taur-chest. His shaft throbs obscenely, his swelling balls churning, and the widening of his rear hips finally forces the last remnants of his jeans to explode off his body. His hands eagerly grab hold of his upper pair of breasts, squeezing and kneading them to his heart's desire, deft, clawed fingers playing with swelling, hardening nipples, tugging them, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, pulling them. The massage almost seems to be molding them somehow, each tug making them longer, making his aereolas puff out, and so on. As if to stop him focusing on that, however, a second pair of breasts grows on his taurso behind his first lower pair, enveloping his throbbing, leaky shaft even more. His knees buckle in surprise, squeezing his lower breasts against the floor and around his cock even more firmly, his balls also getting squeezed between his shapely taur butt and the floor. His increasingly sensitive, plump nipples rubbing against the floor makes him shudder, which causes all of his fleshier parts to jiggle pleasantly, and sending a strange, hollow sensation shooting through his rear abdomen and a tingle just behind his balls.

* Echoen is certainly enjoying the fruits of hir creation; wantonly mashing hirself against the growing bulk of the battytaur shi's created, gleefully indulging in your expanding girths, endowments and softnesses. As you flumped down to the floor and began fucking your own tits, now long and large enough to fuck all four pairs of your breasts up top and down below, shi climbed atop you and positioned hirself to your magnificent tauric bottom - pressing hir cockhead to the plumping pussy that popped open pleasantly, then plunging inside, just to feel you buck and quivver. As shi fucked you, you continued to... enhance, floodnig the room with size.

Boo3: *the moment you push into his, now hir, brand-new, ultra-eager pussy the new battytaur shudders and climaxes. Hir walls clamp down on your cock, rippling along its length to milk it and keep you inside hir new, hungry depths. Hir balls surge not just with seed, but with size, the pressure on them increasing as they grow larger between the taur's bulk and the floor even as they waste no time to pump out a few gallons of thick, sticky, almost glue-like battytaur spunk through the former male's swollen cock. Strands of thick cum cake the front of hir original pair of taurso breasts and splatter against the wall and floor of your office. Hir seed splatters everywhere, but it's so viscous that it barely even drips down, instead almost perfectly preserving the shape of each splash and impact. Your shaft and hir balls force hir hind legs apart even further, giving hir balls and breasts even less support, and so shi can feel each throb and pump of hir cock reverberate through hir breasts and tummy, the vibrations spreading throughout hir whole body. The pressure in hir body only increases, and a churning in hir gut rises in intensity before finally a whole new pair of testicles is forced into hir tautly stretched scrotum. Hir sheath stretches, too, a second shaft identical to the first tunneling its way between hir lower pairs of breasts. Hir very first orgasm as a herm dies down after two solid minutes of ceaseless growth and ejaculation, but that only causes the pressure inside hir to rise faster, and before long a third pair of breasts graces hir taurso, and a second and third pair have started swelling on hir upper chest as well, nipples abnormally long, thick and plump. Two hands just isn't enough to keep up, it seems.

Echoen: The pleasure of orgasms die down.... and then flare up, hotter than ever. The shafts that fill your sheaths throb to new life, and ache beyond control - your testes flooding with more cum, already dribbling, spurting, gushing from your shafts as climaxes heave through you all over again, nigh unbidden. Your nipples throb and stretch and swell into thick shafts, pushing against the cum-slicked floor, trapped and throbbing underneath heavy, soft breastflesh and the buttery tiles. Echoen slaps your ass with hir wings, not just to make you buck and squeeze, but to prompt even further changes - your tauric ass rising, and then spilling forth, shoving hir backwards as a second taurbody heaves backwards, growing new legs, new breasts, new cocks and sheaths and new balls in a great gush of flesh and size. You're laying now on a train of breasts and testes, interspersed with nipplecocks and your primary erections; even your upper body nearly weighed down with your massive tits. Then, just a few aching moments later, your torso begins to itch... then shoving forward in a new set of wings, a new waist and belly and chest, a second upper body between your upper half and tauric trainbody. New breasts heave forth - along with throbbing nipplecocks. New arms splay over your tits, along with a new set of wings that sprawl all across the room with long fingers and membrane.