Echoen wasn't /nearly/ so endowed as shi is now when shi had first moved in nearly two months ago. The minkette had always been a herm but shi had never known that anyone could get so huge, not before shi had met you. At first shi didn't think it would work out, but you appeared so 'friendly', almost signing her rent paperwork for her! She was meek and sleek... still the former, but hardly the latter anymore! From the moment she started living with you, you began to toy with her body like one shapes a sandcastle, adding or subtracting bit by bit. She's gone through four cup sizes in the two months, her breasts a heavy and embarrasing DD-cup. Her hips and ass never stopped filling out, her pants always a tight fit to show off her cleft, her long mink tail, and most embarrasingly of all, her heavily grown herm parts. She wasn't even average when you met her, but now she can barely hide her swollen male endowments or her almost constant urge to cum. As far as you know she's so embarrased about her size and potency that she's only pawed off once. Today, she comes home from work from her telecommunications job, fidgeting off her jacket, her breasts bouncing in her tanktop, her manmeat stuffed down one leg of her pants. "Is it my turn to cook dinner tonight?" She asks you meekly, to where you're sitting on the couch.


Your roommate is a veritable element of sex made into a caricature.  The white squirrel has been your best friend at times and your worst enemy at others.  On the outside, you look like just another mink herm who's grown in a few more places than one.  On the inside, you return home to find yourself shaped anew at her every whim.  Sometimes, you can last a whole day with ease without attracting too much attention.  Others, you're forced to call in sick at work after your roommate's left you panting, powerless, overgrown during the night only to leave you there for seemingly no reason.  She's an impossibly curvy woman, and yet has all the gusto of a male - that would be because she is one, through and through.  Beyond her swollen rack and her childbirthing hips, she shows off with a sheath and a sack that easily overtake the thickness of her thigh on a small day.  Her balls are hanging out, the squirrel's jeans unzipped, panties absent, as their contents slosh about lazily, their numbers never quite certain.  Her white blouse is open, impossible to button up over her bosom.  She looks up from a pin-up magasine to stare at you.  "Have you bought bigger pants again?" she queries.  "If you did, I'll have to make you fill them out again!


Echoen bites at her lower lip, having hoped to distract hir mistress... no, shi tells hirself for the 100th time, not hir mistress, hir roomie!... from those horrible, wonderful attentions. Shi should have learned by now but shi just hangs on to hope, no matter how silly it is of hir. Shi blushes crimson red and looks down at hir pants, obviously new and slightly baggy, even with a sale tag still clinging to it. "H-huh? N-no! This is.. I just... forgot to take the tag off." Shi quickly rips the sale tag off and tries to escape into the kitchen, having only stared at your body for a few seconds. "Do you want spaghetti or lasanga?" Shi asks quickly, hir long tail rolling lushly over the floor.

Blanche has followed you, her magazine cast away elsewhere with disdain, as she comes up behind you, suddenly towering over your form.  "Waddya mean, spaghetti or lasaga?  Italian food again?  And besides, we're the eighth.  Even number.  My turn to make dinner..."  She hipthrusts, slamming her sheath against you, followed immediately thereafter by her sack as it catches up.  "Tonight, you're having tube steak.  And just because you can't seem to learn a lesson, I'll make you a woman like you'll never forget."  Even as she speaks, you can feel her mind penetrating you, toying with you, playing your body to her fancies with a disconcerting ease.  You can feel your thighs becoming even thicker than before, your ass filling out, your hips soon reaching your mistress' proportions - so wide one could almost sit on them.  The material creaks, complaining of the strain as it outlines your curves with almost religious faithfulness.  "Oh, so nervous, so achamed... Why can't you learn to let go?"  Slowly, her paws caress your shoulders...  "If only you'd get to loosen up and give in to your desires.  But no.  I have to butter you up everytime like a woman.  You're a herm and I still got to foreplay you.  Bah!  At least it's worth the effort - I ~adore~ seeing you grow like that."  Her hands slide down, giving a firm grope to your shelf-like ass.


Echoen whimpers to hirself, curling hir long minky tail as shi hears the rustling of you standing, purposfully not looking back at you as you come up behind hir, trying to ignore the unwanted arousal in hir loins and chest as shi knows you've grown taller. With a cry and an Oomph as your huge sheath crushes against hir backside, and hir plump ass is slapped hard by your balls. Shi flails forward to try and stop hir fall, paws catching the kitchen countertops. Shi arches hir back as shi feels the penetration of your essence, driving a spike of pleasure through hir body. Hir hips twist and shi groans hard, writhing in place as hir thighs fill, hir ass grows and tightens hir pants, hir hips flare, and flare, and flare... it feels so good, but shi doesn't want it, so ashamed and embarrased, fluttering hir tail against your paw. Shi tries to twist away, hir center of balance temporarily off. Hir rear is so very soft.


Blanche lets off a giggle, girlish, probably the only part of her that isn't full of testosterone.  The more you squirm, the more she holds on tight, punishing your struggles with even more growth.  Your new pants are just about ready to explode.  One move, and the crack will happen.  It's happened all so quickly, so easily - unusual for the squirrel shemale... but her horniness is so potent, so palpable it might as well be solid.  Her hands seize your breasts, the mammaries having filled your tanktop so well that only its nipples are preventing it from moving any further up, meanwhile showing a delicious amount of underboob that makes your roommate lick her lips in anticipation.  "Really, you never learn... like those poor hopeless Internet gamers, you never, ever learn..."  She pulls you up against her, groping your chest so hard that it ~splits~, a whole new pair of breasts quickly stabilizing, naked, under your originals, separating the volume into smaller, more manageable packages.  "Oh dear..." quips the squirrel.  "I did it again."


Echoen whines out in hir very unique minkie way, hir long, lush, hugely-furred tail sliding back and forth over your ankles and across your thighs, and (unhappily for hir) your massive, squirrel-stuffed-sac. Shi feels how TIGHT hir pants are squeezing hir, compressing hir nuts, folding hir cock tightly against hir thigh, seams beginning to rip and stretch apart tortuously, even as the pleasure of growth surges through hir body and arouses hir. Shi arches hir back and pushes hir head between your breasts by accident, crying out as hir breasts feel so good, so huge, so shameful! Shi writhes and hir pants explode, finally, as hir breasts grow and surge and split... new nipples popping out and swelling fat. Hir black mink cock slaps hir belly hard. "P-please! Stop!" Shi cries from between your breasts, the words not fitting how shi feels.


Blanche, far from satisfied, has only just begun.  "Stop disturbing me when I'm preparing dinner!" she whines, frowning, doing her best to keep you still while she reaches for your big, fat hermcock.  Taking it in her hands, she begins to pull... and pull... and pull...  Your cock slides out of your sheath like you've got an infinite supply of it hidden inside of you, the gargantuan tool hive above your head when the hyper-endowed squirrel stops to consider its shape.  Pulling it apart with her hands, she doubles it up, a seam running along all the way down into your sheath, multiplying your cocks and staring at them again.  "Hmmm, that'll do.  One for me and one... for me!"  Offering a lick to each cock, she stares down at you, having to push her huge tits apart with her elbows just to even get a glimpse at you.  "Are you done complaining now?  Are you going to eat or what?  You always whine when I make dinner and I'm getting tired of it."  Something's pawing at her sheath...  A pair of arms coming right out of her hips, pushing her jeans down, grown for the sole purpose of pleasuring its contents.  "Come on now.  I've got a whole lot of proteins for you."  Her cockhead is slowly stretching the sheath's entrance... Gods, that thing is larger than your head.  And it's throbbing bigger!


Echoen feels you reaching for hir cock and tries hard to twist hir huge hips away, dreading the wonderful, addicting feel of your touch against hir black flesh. She can't avoid your paw for long, and cries out long, and slow, and lush as you swell her cock, pulling it from her sheath as if she always had more to share. The pleasure makes hir eyes roll, hir shaft throbbing intensly, precum splashing from the tip over the countertop. "N-noooo..." Shi coos, then bucks hir hips helplessly, shoving hirself against your much bigger body as shi begs you to stop, hir cock split right apart into two, nearly cumming on the spot. Shi then starts trying to push forward, gasping and hips trembling, feeling your sheath grinding to hir massive rear, that cockhead nudging apart hir cheeks. "I... I... let me go! I'm not hungry!" Shi tries desperately, the twisted part of hirself that you have forced hir to grow with all these nights of attention wanting to be ravaged so badly, the rest of hir fighting to be freed.


Blanche has stopped listening to you.  She's taken in your first cock between her lips, past her cheeks, sliding into her throat and swallowing, swallowing and swallowing again!  The other one, she has a special place for it.  Flexing her long legs and huge thighs, she destroys her jeans on purpose, ripping away their remainders to uncover an ass so gifted that one single cheek is enough to rival your entire overgrown backside.  There, she approaches your sex close to her tight, pink pucker, and slowly pushes it inside, meeting your cock with its slick, smooth tunnel.  Her erection has grown in the meantime.  The head's bigger than your own... but she seizes that head of yours with one hip-hand and snaps her fingers with the other, pointing at her tool.  Somehow, you'll have to make it.  Knowing her, she'll let you do just that.  Eat your proteins, they've always said.  And knowing the squirrel, the instant you lay your tongue on her shaft, all hell will break loose.  The threshold between fair minkette and cumbucket.  Her power upon you lies, patient, in waiting, ready to spring up on cue as soon as you accept the meal she has prepared.


Echoen doest seem to have a choice in the matter, her body rebelling against her mind, hot abundant cum gushing up through hir shafts into your thraot and across your huge, lush ass... and then more cum as you seak hir cock into you tailhole, sinful pleasure warming hir nuts. The presence of your huge cock terrifyingly arouses hir and vice versa, and shi cant escape your grip. Shi squirms, but an only groan in pleasure as your cockhead pushes up to hir lips.


Blanche throws her head back.  The sole contact is enough to fill you, shower you, splatter you, full within and without, potent and powerful cum escaping her in phenomenal quantities.  The kitchen has gone from zero to mess in a matter of seconds.  Right then, she springs into action from everywhere at once.  Her tight ass begins to ripple around your cock, squeezing, stroking back and forth like an intelligent sleeve, an even better version of her constant swallows as she seeks to feed off you.  The nightmare has begun - a nightmare that'll feel like a pleasant, wonderful dream the morning thereafter.  Your sheath grows fuller, a half-dozen additional cockheads pushing out, hanging at the horizon.  Her seed courses through you, penetrates you, stretches your slinky mink body longer and longer, making space for her intentions as more nipples pop up along you.  Her cock tilts up, carrying your head upwards, making you gain altitude and forcing your body to stretch that much more!


Echoen writhes and squeals in terrible pleasure, pausing in hir cumming as hir new shafts fill and flop out... but cumming all the harder from hir eight sheath-stretching pricks as shi changes, loving it, starting to lick and suck hard at your cockhead, fitting it into hir thraot. At first shi was pushinng at it with hir paws, but now shi's stroking it, growing longer, longer, longer like a dragon from china. Shi's in bliss, but part of hir still fights, like always.


Blanche's cocks flop onto yours - she's multiplied down there too, although exactly how much is hard to tell...  Her numerous balls slosh alongside yours, our sacs sprawled on the floor around us with their sheer size.  You're getting longer, longer, even longer still, your pairs soon reaching the dozen and your body longer than your mistress is tall - but so much more petite in comparison!  The sensations are mind-boggling to say the least.  And yet, it keeps going on, her power making arms follow-up to your pairs of tits, guiding you by the wrists to your own nipples and forcing you to grope yourself.  As your number of pairs reaches into the twenty, she takes hold of your legs, sweeping you off your feet, causing you to hit your lower back against the cum-soaked floor, keeping you spread open for her.  And then, all of a sudden, you see her - you see your own head sucking down on her fat cock, looking from a second head just nearby.  The squirrel has done the same, letting away a tipsy giggle as she approaches you.  "There.  Now you can scream again you incorrigible slut."  She doesn't even leave you the time to do it - her lips press against yours in a wild, passionate kiss.


Echoen's fat testicles slosh hard and never seem to empty, but they seem so, so far away from hir brain.. yet shi still feels every bit of pleasure, every ache of need, every twitch of hir long, slick, spurting mink cocks. Shi just keeps getting longer and longer, eyes lidding from the sheer pleasure of it, more and more white mink fur and long mink spine to wriggle about, dozens of hearts to thunder in hir chest thanks to you. And so many breasts... almost like a caterpillar, thick teats needfully drooling milk. Shi's clenched to your body by all those arms, and made to fondle hirself, whimpering in the sensation, trying to pull hir paws away, but always grabbing hir own fat nipples and pulling so shi doesn't pull completely away from hir tits, fighting hirself. Hir eyes clench shut as you flip hir over... but shi can still see! Shi gasps, staring at you from hir second head on hir long neck, dizzy with sensation as shi sucks your cock as hard and lushly as she can. Shi begins a scream, only to let it flow into a needful kiss.


Blanche has draped your body all over hir, all over the place, on the counter, on the floor, pinned against the oven.  Toaster, coffeemaker and other appliances have all fallen away one by one, knocked over with great noise as you begin to fill the kitched with your own body, your length and your numbers reaching dizzying amounts.  It's a strange half-and-half situation; one where your mistress hugs you firm against her ponderous rack and kisses you, and one where she pulls at your legs, slowly widening your crotch for God knows what purpose... at least until her squirreltail present itself and brushes long and hard against your sex... or is it sexes?!  It's hard to even tell; the sensations are just so confusing!  But... you're swollen beyond all belief.  It's like your pussy should've rightfully belonged to someone thrice your size, its plump lips framing a clitoris that manages to peek out nonetheless.  A full hand couldn't even hope to cover it!  Oh yes, you begin to feel these numbers all right...  One cock... another cock... and a tongue.  Three tools for your three cunts, stretching you to gaping proportions on the sides, leaving the middle one compressed, tight and juicy to perfection for this unknown tongue to come right in and lick you silly.  One could guess this tentacular appendage has joined all the surprises in her sheath.  "Hmmm," purrs the squirrel as our lips part.  "Still fighting my will?  My, you're more a mule than a mink."


Echoen's long, long, LONG minkie body has wrapped and coiled around so many things, so many parts of your body, twisting and sliding like some slithery silk-furred snake, growing longer each time. Shi cries out, or tries to, from both heads as you touch hir multiple pussies, hir cunts wet and hot and needy, but shi kicks hir legs fruitlessly to try and stop you from tending to their desires. The wider hir hips get, the less shi can do to fight you, soon only kicking near the sides of your body, brushing hir silky thighs up and down your sides. Shi moans from hir second head as we part lips, face an expression of climax.


Blanche moves her head clear away from yours, leaving you to your devices, allowing herself a look around and, surprisingly enough, blushing from so much hot milk laid out all over the place for her.  She's really gone overboard this time!  And with that, she unloads anew, making the warmth of her seed course through your body, filling you with gallon after gallon like any self-respecting, reality-defying shemale, while the deep tunnel of her ass takes care of the same for you.  In the end, she collapses, satisfied, laughing, hugging your long, busty, leaking body against her, purring at the sight of so many huge breasts, licking and sucking at whatever passes in front of her.  She's let go of the cock inside her other muzzle, her stomach bloated, looking pregnant of all things.  You'll never fit into your clothes again, that's for sure.  And on a more short-term notice, you'll definitely have to fake illness tomorrow morning when you call the workplace.  Even as the squirrel bathes in her afterglow, you can feel her power making you just a little bigger... a little longer... a little more endowed, just like that, tiny little bit by tiny little bit.  "Dessert..." she mutters... right before her two muzzles dive for two of your tits, the squirrel falling silent as she finishes her meal with the best drink in town - your own, by far.