...follow the trail of her crayon-scrawled notes into the open door, through the house, to the rear deck where she's waiting in a jacuzzi full of milky-white water, almost pale as her slim little giraffe body. Boyish in her flatness, spots and mane dancing with fire, she calls cheerily to you and invites you in. Who could resist an offer like that? Soon, you're straddling her, making her cry out in pleasure as her little cock throbs between your folds.

Then she grins, and wriggles out of the water, revealing that her hips are atop another torso. Shallow little breasts bounce as four hands guide you to a larger shaft. It's still no challenge for you to take, but it's definitely noticeable this time. She sways back and forth as she climaxes, cum fountaining over your head from her first shaft.

Another slithering, and three giraffe torsos rise from the water. The newest one is decidedly adult, with two pairs of breasts that're more than just a handful jostling against your body; six arms stroke you and offer her pleasingly thick and long member for your pleasure. Oooh, and there turns out to be a vulva snuggled beneath it to be teased with your fingers and tail as her third cock spreads you apart. You weren't expecting the knot.

Again and again, she climaxes and reveals more of herself: each new torso that slides out of the milky pool is blessed with one more pair of arms than the last, with more and heavier breasts, and with a cock twice the size of the one that just impaled you. Soon you're being delightfully stretched by a member as big as the little arm that beckoned you in with her, filled with thick throbs of desire, showered in milk and seed. Now and then there are moments to play with the vulvae nestled beneath and beside her ever-bigger shafts - always a little too tight to take the cock above them, sometimes gifted with coiling clits, sometimes with folds rilled with little tentacles - but it's clear that what she really wants is to see how much cock she can fit into you. Each new shaft is different, some sleek and simple, some rippled with ridges and knots. Some have an outrageously thick glans that makes you scream when it slides in and out of your stretched-out cunt.

The seventh hips? Two six-foot wide cocks jut aggressively from one stretched-out sheath, hard and eager to rut. The fourteenth? Three of them, each wide and long enough to leave you a helpless wrapping for it if you don't change to keep up. Maybe you don't; maybe you just want to savor being stretched out and impossibly filled. Maybe you do, rubbing more and more breasts against hers, holding all her hands as you stretch up to kiss the long-tongued mouth that sways high in the air as she climaxes again and again.

It's when the twenty-first pair of hips rise out of the milky, bubbling pool that things really get interesting: she's split, with two sinuous torsos somehow carrying forty massive jugs apiece, and two wide-set hips barely visible beneath the surface of the liquid, each with four huge cocks jutting challengingly at you from their overstuffed sheath, dripping thick cum before they're even touched.  Each one is different from the other - prehensile dolphin dick, intimidatingly-flared horse cock, cocks with patterns of bumps that look like they'd play sultry, inviting tunes if they were in a music box.

When the twenty-eighth set of hips rise from the water, all four of them with two sheaths, each bursting with eight immense shafts that all want to plunge into the same hole and fill you with her love, the pattern of milk on the jiggling expanse of breast-flesh before you seems to be significant. As you climax for the... oh, you've lost count how many times it's been now; sometimes there have been many orgasms between the now-expected revelation of more giraffe to fuck, sometimes there has been only one thunderous coupling that leaves you and her shaking, with the air filled with the echos of our cries and the flocks of birds they've disturbed... For the manyth time, it comes to you in a flash: the arrangement of piercings on the two hundred and twenty-four breasts that have just come out of the pool is a *key*, a guide to reading the pattern of ridges and ripples and knots and bumps of her members. There's a story encoded in her body, and as the twenty-ninth cluster of four hips wide enough to give birth to giants rises from the milk, you begin to read it amidst all the orgasmic howls:

[...]ty thousand luminous raccoons of every imaginable shape and size now besiege your bodies, swallowing nipplecocks taurcocks udderballs cocktongues fingers taildicks tentavixens into their hungry cunts, chirring and mewling in ecstacy. Some take your sisterselves wholly inside, enveloping them in the heat and tightness of their bodies to worship them with their complex internals. Some are stretched out into coon-condoms and pressed happily into the eager openings of their sisters. Some clasp themselves tight around the members of as many of you as they can take, begging for more as they begin to stretch wide enough, and swell uncontrollably with all the semen you pour into them. Some are content to just be little girls, kissing and licking you - though some of these play with time and space, taking a cock into the mouth of one and letting it come out of the throat of another, forming a daisy chain of kissing raccoons all sucking the same shaft. Some are taurs beyond belief, all their cocks tied off, all their legs splayed to wave their scented vulvae invitingly at a thousand yous apiece. Some have enough legs that they walk spider-like in a full circle of lovely uplifted asses, their cunnies dripping with desire and with the spooge they've just been filled with. And one of them, a double-ended taur curved about to suck two of you at once, is doing it in shifts; while one head's occupied with sliding ever more cocks into ever more throat-cunts and cunt-tongues, the other's speaking a few sentences. They swap off seamlessly, their voices merging into one:

"Well! At that point the two inverse vampires had poured so much desire into each other that they were just impossibly bloated with need. They were landscapes, now. Landscapes making love to each other - forests of heads on long necks braided for forty-way kisses, quivering shafts plunging into caverns of cunnies and assholes, valleys of cleavage for rivers of spooge to flow down. Milky lakes in wide-spread cunts, with legs spread all around and soft feet being tickled. Breast-mountains capped with pink nipples that shivered erect in the milk that froze upon their peaks, and hands and heads and cocks and balls bounced in showers of girljuice. Suddenly, all of the vixen's eyes looked into the cat's, blinked in unison, and all of her mouths began to--

(At this point the paper is a ragged torn edge. There's a few fragments of sentences in the corner but they're too obscured by suspicious stains to read.)