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Chapter 25

It was a terrible bloodbath. Bodies on all sides, stacked high from the carnage that paved the way for even more. The cause of it all could be seen from several towns away. Up close, it blotted out the sky, a furred shadow of once unimaginable magnitude. Two relatively puny shapes ran around its feet, trying to halt the advance yet failing miserably. An onlooker might’ve thought they were toddlers with such coordination.

“Come on, you must be cheating!”

“Afraid not.”

“But how’d you grow so fucking huge so fast?”

“Maybe some people weren’t too busy trying out every worthless mechanic in the game, you could’ve stopped me,” Destiny said as her slightly exaggerated character stepped on them.

She was splayed out atop her belly. A position she took increasingly often in the past months. No matter how wonderfully gigantic her body, or how naturally refined her muscles, standing or even sitting with a pregnant gut the size of an office building for more than a few minutes just wasn’t feasible. Fortunately, she had fur to keep out the oncoming cold and company to stave off boredom.

Monica and Toni sat atop her enormity. Laptops rested on portable desks with a ‘game over’ flashing on their screens. This had a bi-weekly occurrence for them, sitting down and gaming together, even if the other two weren’t usually very good. It provided a nice break from the rampant insanity of their day to day lives. And the constant ping of their phones.

“Okay, this time one of you be the giant and I’ll show you how it’s done.” Not that the end result would be much different, she thought. The pair were improving, but the game was, by its own admission, a niche fetishistic mess. Her biggest advantage came from the fact she was a giant in real life and wasn’t nearly so affected by it. Monica and Toni, on the other hand, were constantly nursing their arousal. It only got worse as they played the giant and watched it grow.

The smart move would be to prioritise its height and durability as Destiny had done. They, on the other hand, put a concerted effort into moulding the sexiest behemoth possible. She let them, of course. There’d be no fun in ruining it early. When they began the march around the villages, crushing and eating the populations to grow even more, Destiny laid the perfect trap and waited. It was simple really; she laced the ground with the most powerful aphrodisiac. Even for giants it would be debilitating and force them to fuck, which meant Destiny could quietly administer the cure and return them to normal.

That is, if a certain someone didn’t decide to act up at the worst possible time. Destiny’s paw slipped and hit the wrong key, resulting in her being stomped on, while her belly squirmed in every possible direction. The others felt it too and smacked everywhere that rose up like a strange game of whack-a-mole. None of it hurt her, each strike little than a pat on a body of her size. She didn’t know if the blows reached through her hide or not, but it seemed to work as her ‘occupant’ settled down.

“Looks like that’s another half a foot she added,” Toni noted. She’d gotten incredibly good at estimating Destiny’s size increases in the last three months, not that a few inches really meant anything in the grand scheme.

“Least she could do is wait until we finish the game,” Monica muttered.

“It’s fine,” Destiny said, “Just ignore her.”

“You’d think she’d get the message by now,” Toni sighed and sat back down, rubbing the taut flesh through the dense layers of fur. It felt nice, even if the touch barely covered a fraction of her mass. Monica joined in, paws kneading and soothing whatever strain there was. Destiny cooed in appreciation and held them against her warmth.

She was literally designed for this, but that didn’t make it all that much easier when she spontaneously grew like that. Just waking up everyday to find more of the landscape devoured beneath her was trouble enough. They’d already moved from the condo to an empty farmland, generously rented to them by a viewer. It should, in theory, have enough space for her pregnancy. Looking around it, that certainly seemed the case, yet Destiny had her doubts.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just her pregnancy to deal with, but Hazel’s grew within her as well.

“At least we have good wifi,” Toni said, “Come on, let’s set up the projector and Netflix and Chill. That game is nice, but it doesn’t do our own giant any justice.”

“Yeah,” Destiny grinned, “I’d like that.”

Nothing was out of the ordinary for them. Though that in and of itself, was extraordinary to anyone not yet exposed. Destiny rocked to and fro on her belly, basking in the warmth of Monica’s adequately huge dick sliding through her cunt, its spines tugging delightfully on the walls. Toni was up front, torso embedded in a nipple-pussy, while an enormous cock fucked her snatch, which thrust her into Destiny. Just the two of them wouldn’t be enough of course.

That was why her other two cocks were dedicated to her asshole. Even for her, they were completely oversized, almost on the ground when flaccid. Erect, the damn things were big enough to run along and so thick a group of people could’ve camped on top. Or inside.

Several dozen metres of dick jerked within her anus. Their pulsations spread the doughnut ring wider, inciting Monica to lean forward and lick at it, claws digging into the cheeks as she pumped faster. Thoughts of swallowing someone with her dicks had increasingly crept up in the last weeks. She blamed Hazel for it, having mentioned it once before, then forced herself to be unbirthed. Then there was that time she missed Toni’s pussy and accidentally gobbled up her legs.

What would it feel like to have people squirming down her cocks, either fighting or being fucked by her uncountable sperm? She’d get to feel them swelling up inside her, forcing her or someone else to try and extract them after a point, lest they be stuck inside her dick in a perpetual cycle of getting increasingly knocked up. Even after making countless babies, the breed lust remained as strong as ever.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Destiny howled.

Her balls reverberated, contracting slightly to deliver an always impressive load. Toni slid out of the nipple, held aloft by the turgid prick about to pump her even fuller. She didn’t come out to avoid inflating inside Destiny, but for the rain to come.

The first of many gushes raced through the wolf-girl’s guts. With so much pressure behind it, the cum soon poured up into her stomach, inflating it several feet over the coming seconds. With her titanic womb, it was barely noticeable. On Toni, however, the sudden bloom in size was obvious as her belly found its place between Destiny’s breasts. Already pregnant, it’d be no surprise if she found several more buns in the proverbial oven.

Toni beamed when Destiny leaned over, cheeks bulging like a chipmunk. A few seconds passed in ‘quiet’ anticipation, before she opened and a cum-fall descended upon the human. Everything but her belly was covered in seconds, while she swallowed every single drop she could possibly scarf down. With so many months of practice, she still couldn’t handle much of Destiny’s load. Especially as a powerful lurch in the cocks heralded a dense splat.

From her muzzle, several enormous snake-like shapes erupted. It wasn’t uncommon for her primary sperm to leak out, making room for newer, more refined brethren. Toni held out her arms to catch them, guiding each one to whatever hole she could manage. In no time, she was stuffed airtight, ass and mouth wrapped tight around the gorgeous swimmers. At the same time, her belly writhed with the new inundation.

Monica, through it all, kept fucking to the best of her ability. She grabbed hold of Destiny’s clit and wrung the life from it, spurring the giantess to orgasm from her cunt too, dousing the tigress in viscous fem-cum, which more resembled cum from a less prolific individual. The scent inspired her to work harder, faster, to give it everything she possibly could.

In that desperation, she shoved her paws past the folds that already covered so much of her. Then her arms and head. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper! That one word commanded her body like nothing had before.

Destiny’s walls sucked on her like a fertile bitch looking to milk a fat cock of its load. They pulled her in further, until the only sign of Monica was her tail and fat balls, which palpitated as her own climax neared. She was surrounded by pink flesh on all sides, the scent of fertility coalescing inside her nose and flooding her brain. A rhythm took hold of her body as she ground her thick cock into the tunnel, unknowingly bringing herself deeper.

Consumed in her lust, she didn’t even register a tight ring open around her head. The only thing that gave her pause, was the artificial light. Looking to it, she got her first look at Hazel since she got herself unbirthed. Tentacles wrapped around her on all sides, holding tight, but tenderly, while others fucked her every hole. Some even wriggled in her ears.

“Hazel?!” Monica shouted through a moan, orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Hmm?” The shortstack looked away from her phone, “Hmm!” She tapped the tendril in her mouth and dozens of feet, possibly hundreds, pulled free, “Hey, Monica. What’s up?”

Monica just stared for a few seconds, noticing the discarded power banks. How she’d smuggled them into Destiny’s womb, she could only guess, but that explained why her phone was still going. It also might’ve revealed why she didn’t get the message, knowing only pleasure and the internet.

“Not much,” Monica said, “You?”

“Oh, you know. Growing. Always growing,” Hazel giggled, “I bet Destiny’s so fucking big and beautiful now.” She sighed, though her smile didn’t waver.

“She misses you.”

“Then she should answer my texts. Besides, I’m always with her. Closer than anyone else could be.”

“You know it’s not the same.”

“That’s why she has you two. And also all the other girls in the world. If she wants company, she only has to flash her dicks and there’ll be hundreds of thousands.”

“Wow… you really don’t get it, do you?”

“She just needs time to adjust. She’ll thank me eventually when she realises she’s not beholden to me anymore. I get what I want; to be with her, which she also wants. And she gets to fuck whoever she pleases.”

“I feel like we need Dr. Phil or something,” Monica muttered, then pushed herself back down, unwilling to deal with the deluded woman. Thanks to her ears, she heard a parting murmur.

“She’ll get it. She just needs to be bigger and better. Better take care of that.”

Great, she planned on impregnating Destiny even further. Monica didn’t mind her already massive lover getting bigger - just more of her to love - but Destiny didn’t want that. She slipped back into the canal and rolled her body, doing everything to get off before she left to inform the others of Hazel’s intentions. Now focused on cumming, it only took a few seconds for her balls to clench hard and flood her cock with jizz, which soon inundated the squishy tunnel. It coated her fur, then washed away as Destiny must’ve enjoyed the sudden flood and orgasmed too.

“Have fun in there?” Toni asked, perched on her enormous middle while gallons of cum gushed from her gaped cunt.

“Of course,” Monica said and ran fingers through her sticky clumps of fur, moaning at the sensation, then snapped from it, “I saw Hazel. She’s still not willing to listen.”

“Right,” Destiny sighed.

“And she said something about making you bigger. So, get ready for more babies, I guess.”

Destiny frowned and rubbed at her belly, “Did you say that explicitly?”

“Uh, no, but it seemed pretty obvious.”

“Yeah… obvious.” Destiny looked all over herself, then nestled her head in her breasts. The small bit of pressure was enough to squeeze a deluge of milk from her nipples, or clits given their positioning. God, they were enormous. Monica’s cock rubbed against her underbelly as she walked to the command console.

It was a good thing they bought out such a large property years ago when Destiny’s amazing growth spurt started. Otherwise there’d be no chance of setting up the pumps necessary to handle her, especially now that she was pregnant. Monica frowned as she controlled the hoses, lining them up with Destiny’s nipples. It didn’t feel like that was always the case. Part of her felt like she’d only just moved to the farmland a few months ago.

And what of Destiny? Had she really always been so hugely endowed and beautiful? Well, yeah, obviously. Just, maybe not this enormous. Don’t be stupid, Monica thought to herself as they began the long process of emptying the milk tanks that wouldn’t have fit into a barn, let alone a house.

“Oh fuck,” Destiny groaned and held onto her belly, massive quakes rippling all throughout. It expanded a moment later, pushed Toni further away. Small bumps in the hundreds appeared on the surface, before sloshing sounds rounded it out. She panted and moaned the entire time, body arching in response to the sensations, then went lax. Each breath was a rush of air that flattened the nearby grass. To be expected when a twenty-five foot giant anthropomorphic wolf came so hard.

“Thought so,” Monica said, “I’ll get the measuring tape, try and get a read on the damage.”

“Oh! A-and I’ll try holding her, ooh, cum in!” Toni whimpered, all three of Destiny’s cocks plunging into her pussy, reawakened by the further impregnation. The tigress just smiled and continued with her duties.

All in all, it was a moderate day. They’d had worse problems adjusting to the new situation, like underestimating Destiny’s milk production and her pregnancy-augmented libido. Not to mention how fast her curves expanded. At the very least, they offered a convenient, warm bed with a fantastic view. It was just a shame that Hazel couldn’t experience it with them.

Another month passed in much the same way. Destiny broke another means of measurement, her hips and ass now so broad a bus could park on each cheek, yet it didn’t compare to her breasts. Between the half a million CCs of saline, she had at least triple that in milk and babies thanks to her nipple-pussies. Nothing compared to her belly when she packed uncountable legions of babies already the size of watermelons, mixed with Hazel’s own country’s worth of young.

Much as she wished circumstances were different, Destiny did love the experience. While she remembered her teenage years, where her whole body grew rapidly, those days felt more like a vivid dream. Now she got to experience it in real-time.

Monica and Toni helped a lot too. Both of their pregnancies had advanced spectacularly, four month old young sharing space with the younger siblings that were added on a daily basis. Toni had long since become bed-ridden, or rather ‘breast-ridden’ as neither her, nor Monica used beds anymore. They claimed it was much more comfortable nestled between Destiny’s tits or ass. She didn’t argue.

It almost felt like she could leave Hazel behind and get on with her life. Almost. The app had other ideas.

“Hey, Destiny! You’ve got a notification!” Monica called up, the only one still mobile thanks to her unique body. Dozens of other people wandered about, also pregnant, but capable at their stage. They all volunteered to move out and help, in exchange for the occasional breeding of course.

Destiny caught her phone as it was tossed up. Her eyes widened when she recognised it as her old phone. The thing was tiny in her fingers, just barely large enough for her to hold without covering the whole screen. A very familiar display greeted her eyes, that being a pop-up from the Unreal Creation app.

“A new one, really? I thought we were done,” Destiny murmured, then read through it and her mouth fell open.

You and your loved one have been apart for much too long. Now you must fuck face-to-face or risk losing it all! You have one week. Good Luck!

What was she supposed to feel? This was an opportunity to force Hazel back into the open and share a heart-to-heart, yet she also had the chance to reset everything. Yes, she adored the pleasures of this body and her many lovers, but there was no denying that things had become crazy long ago. She had no delusions that her memories were altered, since it’d be impossible for a naturally born anthropomorphic wolf to live a semi-normal life. Much less a giant one like herself.

If everything went back to the way it was, then… maybe she could try pursuing a normal relationship with Hazel. Sure, there were obstacles, like her claim of heterosexuality, but they could still make an effort. Or, maybe, she’d find love with Monica or even Toni. Maybe both.

After all… how much of Hazel did she love because it was her? And how much was from the changes made in the app?

Before she could pontificate on it for too long, her ears perked at Monica’s voice, “What is it, Hazel? Fine, I’ll ask. Destiny!”

“I’ll talk to her,” she said, already holding her paw out. Monica put it on speaker and went on her way, gesturing for others to follow suite. Toni couldn’t follow and just put in earphones.

“Hazel.” Destiny kept her voice curt.

“You saw that bullshit, right? They’re gonna undo everything!”

“Unless you come out.”

“Right… well, it’ll just be a short one anyway. We only have to fuck face-to-face, didn’t say anything about how long it had to be.”

“But…”

“I’ll see you in a bit. Might be the last time if you don’t wanna try video chatting. See ya!”

The dial tone constricted around Destiny’s sternum. On a blind impulse, she flexed and crushed the phone, silencing it. How could she be so fucking dumb? But it was obvious really. Hazel couldn’t even entertain the idea that her master plan was flawed, or wrong for others in anyway, shape or form.

“Monica! Toni!” The pair united and turned their full attention to her, like priests about to receive the word of god, “She’s coming out, but I have a plan.”

The ‘birth’ was perhaps the hardest thing of Destiny’s fascinating life. In part because the constant orgasms clenched her kegels and made it nigh-impossible to get Hazel’s head out, let alone her ginormous curves. Even when she succeeded, the feeling of her walls getting stretched by the shoulders propelled her into another climax. This wasn’t entirely part of the plan, though she did intend to make it difficult for Hazel to leave. At least until the setup was ready.

Hours passed as people hurried around her. They carried ropes and chains, even nets just in case, some collecting the excess juices to keep the ground somewhat stable, while Toni and Monica fucked her nipple-pussies to keep the orgasms flowing. Hazel was persistent and fought the pressure to finally squeeze her breasts into the passage. Like before, they condensed to make space, though still stretched the giant canal.

“Oh fuck, she’s coming fast. Ready yet?” Destiny panted, belly a writhing mass of activity as the tentacles helped push Hazel out, like they wanted it just as badly.

“Almost. Just keep her in a little longer,” Monica said, extracting her cock as it shot fat ropes of jizz all over the fluffy breast.

Hazel wouldn’t be deterred. If anyone knew Destiny’s weak spots with unerring precision, it was her. As she slipped lower, she extended her arms, fingers sinking past the knuckle in the squishy walls, then wriggled wildly. That exact stimulus made the upper canal relax, allowing her belly past the cervix. Even condensed, it still outsized just about every pregnancy in history, human or otherwise. Destiny howled as she was stretched to a new record.

Few things gave her that satisfaction anymore. She loved fucking her cocks through someone, but there was just nothing big enough to satisfy her feminine cravings. Except for Hazel.

“Alright, we’re set!” Someone shouted.

“Okay, Destiny, you can release her.”

Much as it went against her lust, she did just that and relaxed as best she could. It was still a struggle, Hazel’s slow descent a constant test for her resilience, however she held on for dear life. She needed lucidity for this to work, and dragging out the nerve-tingling birth would jeopardise everything. Oh right, she thought and pinched her brow. This was technically a birth, so she needed to push. Putting all her might to good use, Destiny clenched.

“Oh shit!” Hazel yelled as she was propelled from the hole she’d called home for the past four months. Right into the hands of Destiny’s adoring fans. They clamoured over her, dragging the ropes and chains, using one another to support themselves on the way up. Hazel shouted as they grabbed her arms and legs, hog-tying her, then jumped down and bound her to the earth in chains.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Hazel screeched, struggling against her bonds.

Destiny caught her breath and stood up for the first time in weeks. She used to be mobile in the first months, though it didn’t last long as Hazel kept growing and filling her with more young. Now, however, she could finally exert her full glorious height and look down upon the masses. All eyes were locked on her, and all hands disappeared between legs.

Hardly a surprise. Everyone there had a Destiny fetish, that is to say, they adored giant things to an almost obsessive degree. And at nearly thirty feet tall, with a belly nearly as big around with all her babies and tentacles, while three gorgeously oversized dicks splayed out on the ground, she personified their wettest dreams. She walked around to Hazel’s front and crouched down low, breasts digging into the ground.

“Destiny? What the fuck are they doing?”

“A little taste of your own medicine,” Destiny said and cupped her love’s face. It was almost enough to sap the will from her, finally seeing that beautiful visage after so long. The fact it was shiny from all the juices just made it better. So small, she thought as just one hand was enough to fully enclose her head.

“Explain.”

Destiny shook her head, “You won’t listen. Okay, let’s get started.”

“Pet, I order you HMPH!” Her command was silenced as Destiny mashed her face into a breast, then nodded to a group, who climbed up and took her place, gagging Hazel with their pussies, asses or breasts. Or a combination of the three. The next step was simple as she moved back around and dug her face into Hazel’s magnificently fat cunt. Its fold wrapped around her head, while she unrolled her tongue and spiralled it around the depths.

It took a few moments to break through her confusion, but Hazel quickly found her way toward a climax. As familiar as Hazel was with Destiny’s body, she was too. The first signs rolled across her tongue, familiarly delicious juices sizzled on her taste buds. Destiny immediately retreated.

She could just imagine Hazel’s expression as her hips squirmed. Her movement was restricted to little more than a few centimetres in any direction, the chains locked tight. With her voice stifled in pussy, Hazel could do little more than wallow in the sensations, though she didn’t try hard. When Destiny was sure her partner had cooled a bit, she lined her cocks up and pushed them in. Just the first inch, however. That was all it took to push Hazel to the edge again.

“Oh fuck, she’s good,” one of the volunteers said, rolling their hips as an orgasm rocked their pregnant body, forcing her back to recover. Another took position before Hazel could get a word out, as was their duty. With how submissive Destiny had become over the years, it’d only take one command to ruin the whole thing.

They still had plenty of time before failing the quest. Who knew how many orgasms could be denied in that time? After the fifth denial, Hazel realised what was happening. As expected, she brought her dick-nipples into the fray, intent on using them to get herself off or remove the girls from her face. It didn’t matter. That’s what the nets were for.

Once contained, a dozen girls wrangled each member and locked a tight ring around them. They were released afterwards, or rather, contained in a much nicer prison. That being a pair of eager pussies.

“Won’t she still cum from this?” Monica asked.

“Funny thing about that,” Destiny grinned, teasing her lover to the peak once more, “Because of their location, the orgasm is more localised. Maybe if she did came enough, it’d get her off elsewhere, but with those rings on, she won’t be getting the full effect.”

“Man, no wonder you kicked our ass at that game. You’re an evil mastermind,” Toni said.

“Well, no, you’re just bad.”

“An evil mastermind,” Toni repeated, “So… wanna breed us a bunch? It can’t be easy holding back with that in front of you.”

“Oh my god, yes,” Destiny groaned and raised all three cocks like vipers about to strike. Though with their size, they were more likely to devour the delectable pair gawking up at her, drooling from both sets of lips. She panted as the trio lifted higher, pre-cum dripping on them, reminiscent of an alien ready to feast. Thick rivulets of slime rolled down their supple forms, only making them more appetising.

Her stomach rumbled, or rather, her balls did. Maybe she should at least try it? Yeah, get it out of her system, then she could focus on edging Hazel into seeing the error of her ways. Oh, she already began. Monica and Toni were both struggling against the enormous shapes, slapping at the glans on impulse, yet they did nothing but encourage Destiny. She flexed the lengths and their shoulders were swallowed up, slowly pinning their arms to the sides.

The giantess cooed and moaned from the unusual pleasure. Especially when they settled down and realised what was happening, only to kick up even harder, tongues working over the insides of her members. Sadly, the third had no one to devour. Except… she rounded it on herself and took a deep breath, sliding the tight slit over her own head.

So humid, she thought. Pebbles of moisture formed on her fur, the stench of cock and cum soaked through straight away, saturating her very flesh in virility. Rigid nipples ground against her urethras as she vored her closest friends. What a lewd person she’d become. The scent tickled her to the core, ovaries burning hot as they inundated her already full womb. She slowed down the cock vore and moved Monica around, treating her like a rag doll despite her size. It took several minutes and failed attempts, but soon the tigress’s cock was nestled in her fat lips. She didn’t need any coaxing to thrust all the way to the hilt.

“Oh god,” Destiny moaned, the thick walls of her cock killing the sound right away. She lifted her hands to stroke and pull at her tip, squeezing her shoulders inside too. A little manoeuvre and she shoved her hands in, reaching above her head to scratch and caress herself from the inside. Toni had changed tactic to get herself swallowed faster, however her belly made that difficult.

Or better, depending on perspective.

They must’ve been a horrifyingly erotic sight to behold. None of their faces were visible, all gobbled up by three identical phalli, with huge bellies jutting entire feet from their bodies, not to mention Monica’s tiger-half thrusting away at the biggest pussy aside from Hazel’s. As her belly was swallowed, she stepped up the pace, desperate to finish before being wholly devoured. Toni actively helped, the apex of her stomach slurped up, her hips following soon after. Several volunteers gasped when her feet disappeared and all that was left was the human-shaped bulge moving toward Destiny.

Every inch she moved sent ripples through the futa’s other lengths. It only got better and better the longer it went on. Toni no longer needed to aid her swallowing, allowing her to spread her thighs with the tiniest give of the walls and finger herself. Not gently either. She rolled her hips in wild patterns, then quivered and shouted, screams barely vibrating through the dense flesh. Destiny couldn’t go any deeper with tits like hers, but she didn’t need to.

Not when Monica’s cock pounded into her juicy depths, while her paws all but mauled Destiny’s clit. Based on the breathing inside her member, the tigress was on the edge, teeth grazing the inner flesh. Destiny rocked against her. The cock was big, though not quite her size. To compensate, she clenched down hard and rolled her depths along the fat, spine-riddled dick. From there, it only took a few moments for Monica to roar in climax.

Searing hot jizz flooded Destiny’s cunt. It seeped into every nook and cranny, warmed her from labia to cervix, then pushed deeper to crowd her womb in virile sperm. Her cock snapped down and ripped Monica away, still gushing cum. No wait, Destiny halted the process and let her friend slip out slightly, removing the cock from her own head. Her plan was simple as she used it to swallow up Monica’s lower-half. Both her spongy tips mashed together around the tiger-taur, all while jizz poured through them.

“That’s the stuff,” Destiny moaned, then yipped and grabbed her face, eyes rolling back when Toni reached her balls. There, the girl was nothing but a seedbed waiting to be fertilised. Python-sized sperm swarmed at the fertile presence. Some bound her arms behind her back, then forced her legs far apart, heels digging into her thighs. There was no obscuring her pussy by then, now free access for every swimmer.

While they weren’t connected to her nerves like the tentacles, Destiny felt every shiver pass through Toni as she was knocked up time and again. The same thing happened in her own womb, countless sperm matched with just as many oversized eggs. The best part was she knew Hazel heard her every moan.

Each sound caused by someone other than her shortstack goddess. She looked over, eyes bleary with ecstasy, and extended a hand, using it to tease Hazel to another failed climax. The girls handling her dick-nipples wailed as they flexed within them, trying in vain to shoot their load. Of course, Destiny’s own cock-centric orgasm wasn’t far behind as her friends granted her rapturous pleasure.

She threw her head back in a howl as her members flexed. They pulled apart, dropping Monica, before darting straight for the futa’s pussy. The third did the same, stretching her several times bigger than her whole body. Toni’s body lodged itself at the entry to her urethra, but the other sperm wouldn’t be denied. They railed her body, pushing her into the tunnel little at a time, more and more pregnant than before, until finally she was in. It didn’t mean a sudden geyser, however.

Her enormous gut slowed progress to a crawl, even with the incredible pressure behind her. Monica had no choice but to ride out the wait, whole body little more than a fleshlight to the three behemoths ramming her pussy. Her legs were splayed out wide, yet fell far short of reaching even halfway around a single girth. That didn’t stop her from kneading the bulges and inciting an even fiercer fucking.

Then her eyes bulged. A massive bulge pressed against her pussy, choking off the path for the other two cocks. She arched her back, twitching wildly as she was opened even further, nerves overloading from the impossible sensations. Cum fired from her cock, pressurised jets of pussy juice drenched the lengths of cock, and tears rolled down her cheeks, all while the most sordid grin contorted her face. Destiny could only guess what it felt like to be stretched so deliciously, but the sensation of Monica’s walls undulating around several feet of her tumescence was close enough.

“Oh fuck, she’s coming!” Monica wailed, her last legible words before her mind turned to mush, crushed beneath the ecstasy of an enormously fecund girl entering her womb.

A round, humanoid figure appeared alongside the cocks. With Toni successfully ejaculated, the path was clear. A moment passed in ominous silence, then a triple torrent of jizz flowed and with it came an army of hyper sperm that went straight for Monica’s egg makers. The vague shapes of her ovaries, as they engorged with virile swimmers, bulged out to her sides. Soon, however, even Destiny’s cocks were lost in the flood.

Geyser upon geyser erupted into the tigress and further dwarfed her frame. In the minutes long orgasm, her large body became little more than a blip against her womb, and still it inflated. She exceeded Hazel, casting a shadow over the former record holder, though unlike Hazel, she would deflate with dozens, possibly hundreds more babies inside, but the once petite girl would still be superior. If all went to plan, Destiny would ensure nothing, even a goddess of fertility, could never even touch Hazel’s majesty.

Before that, though, she needed to suffer longer.

Destiny sighed once the last sperm slithered free. She pulled her cocks back, not yet in the mood for a repeat, and turned her attention back to Hazel. Contrary to expectation, she was devouring the girls before her, moaning and working her mouth with as much fervour as Destiny ever saw. Like she didn’t even care her tits were building up with cum, or that her pussy was a quivering, dripping mess. It shook and clenched just from Destiny looking at it.

“Destiny! Your phone!”

She caught the device as it was tossed up to her. The app had another message for her.

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On cue, a girl carried in two sets of handcuffs. Destiny took them and arched a brow, though didn’t speak her question. Instead, she grabbed Hazel’s legs and bent them as far back as possible, cuffing them. She did the same for the arms, but made sure to chain the cuffs so  her legs couldn’t go back to a comfortable position. The instant they clicked shut, Hazel’s demeanour shifted and she squirmed in her new restraints.

Her pussy spasmed and dripped even faster. Just its lips rubbing together seemed like torture, yet her moans only got louder, stronger, as if she were cumming.

“I have no idea what your game is,” Destiny said to the app, knowing it listened, “But thanks. If things work out, maybe I won’t delete you.”

Bonus points earned! Now distributing according to previous usage.

“Wait WHAT?!” Destiny fell forward, catching herself on Hazel’s ass, and huffed as her body was forcibly augmented, “Asshole…”

She pushed herself upright, separating Hazel’s cheeks in the process. Lust pounded through her veins stronger than ever, cocks all fully engorged once more, causing her to drool at the fat doughnut hole pleading for her attention. A sour flavour greeted her tongue, the limber muscle surrounded on all sides. It’d grown as well, searching deeper as it writhed.

But that would never be enough for her. Hazel undulated her hips back against her face, feeding her ass to the giantess, who gladly kneaded the turgid globes gripping her muzzle. No matter how voracious her appetite, a much stronger odour, so powerful it overrode the natural musk of Hazel’s sweat, tugged on her heartstrings. Presuming her heart was in her crotch that is.

Sliding her hands from the sweaty cheeks, she groped the fat, heavy folds of her fertile mate. Fuck, did the app make her more feral? A growl vibrated in her throat when she sniffed the sordid air. All of her cocks spiralled together, knots throbbing against one another. She couldn’t see them, but the slight breeze definitely covered way more flesh.

No point in waiting to use it. Destiny dragged them up and down the fattest cunt in history, shuddering at the heat pouring off it. Juices rolled down her lengths, like dozens of fluid fingers tugging her inside. The cuffs would make sure Hazel never came.

That single thought pushed her over the edge. Foot after foot speared through Hazel’s sloppy cunt, ear-tingling wet sounds reverberated as the knots entered, yet over ten feet had yet to enter. Destiny hooked her claws into her partner’s flesh, then slammed the rest in. The noise briefly flattened all other sound, gradually returning with the lustful slurping and squelching of Hazel’s pussy with every slight push or pull.

Destiny pushed her muzzle deeper into her ass. Only one thought directed her heart, body and mind at that point; breed. Breed. BREED! She had to knot this bitch that dared to take the most fertile, breedable cunt away from her. Make her so absurdly fecund that she’d be giving birth for years to come. No, the rest of their lives! And she’d just knock her up even further.

Tentacles spilled from her own snatch. They joined the much fatter cocks and coiled around Hazel’s womb, searching for the final openings. Needle-like tendrils penetrated them, two for each hole, then fattened and pulled. Hazel clamped down around her hard enough to create diamonds, yet it only encourage Destiny to follow her depraved instincts of fucking her dicks into these new holes. Even in her mindless breed-lust, she recognised the impossibility of her directly fucking anyone’s, even Hazel’s, ovaries. Though it only made her that much more eager to continue.

There was no chance she’d last long in that state of mind. The others did everything in their power to ensure she came hard and fast, several volunteers climbing her fur to stuff themselves into her pussy or ass. Others made use of her obscenely huge tits and writhed in the nipple-pussies. Most of them grouped up, fucking one another inside Destiny’s body. Just minutes after breeding Monica, her internal balls clamped up and her members fattened with the onslaught of sperm.

Hazel wailed into someone’s pussy as she experienced the ultimate bliss, yet couldn’t reach its peak. The first raid flooded her baby maker, each sperm bigger than the divine shortstack as they flailed about. Destiny howled, voice vibrating through the anal walls, cumming from her pussies as well. Torrents of fem-cum soaked into the earth, turning it into a lurid marsh that no one minded rolling around in.

Minutes passed, Hazel’s whole body convulsing in an effort to break free and finally cum. Her cries of pleasure turned to sobs, pleas lost in whoevers pussy gagged her at that moment. Destiny’s climax continued in a perpetual cycle of ecstasy. From their inception in her balls, to their grand exit, her sperm were like huge tongues stroking her most sensitive zones. They kept her cumming, prostates and testes working overtime to supply their numbers.

There was nothing but the orgasm and its pleasure. Destiny’s eyes rolled, ears squished flat by Hazel’s ass, while her hips rocked on auto-pilot. Seconds, minutes or hours could’ve passed and she wouldn’t know.

“Destiny? Destiny? Hey, Destiny!”

“Huh, what?” Destiny opened her eyes, squinting from the light blaring down at her. She turned over into the shade, only to slip into a valley. The adrenaline spike woke her up, “What?!”

“Good, you’re alive. Climb outta there so we can decide what to do with this.”

“Monica? Ugh, where am I?”

“Hazel Valley,” Toni said.

“Huh? Oh…” Looking properly, she could see that the canyon was comprised of supple, pale skin. But if she was fully enclosed in Hazel’s ass, at her size, then… She had to see for herself.

Fortunately, the hills were firm and allowed her to get a decent grip. She was free in under a minute. Her jaw fell, her cocks jerked, and juices gushed from her pussy at the sight before her.

“Hazel?!”

“Present.”

“Are… are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?”

“Um…” It was hard to say. While Destiny could see plenty of her lover, it was mostly just her ass. Even from her vantage, it devoured the scenery. Glimpses of multiple legs and heads meant Hazel had taken to her human-taur form, yet it did nothing to help her predicament. That being she was outsized by her curves at about a 100:1 ratio, to be optimistic.

“I, uh… I think we’ve gone too far.”

“You mean that?”

“Well, um, you know. If we got bigger, I wouldn’t complain, but this is just… I’m sorry.”

Destiny walked around, thankful that the app had made her taller, and found the heads.

“For what?”

“For disregarding you,” the left-Hazel said. The right just looked down, unwilling to meet her gaze, “We… I should’ve asked first.”

“Yes, but you didn’t,” Destiny grimaced. She never saw Hazel so deflated, like a dog being punished. It was necessary, she thought and took a deep breath, “Does my opinion not matter anymore? Am I really just a pet for you to use  as you see fit?”

“No!” Both heads cried, “Destiny… we never meant for it to be like this. It just… what if you meet someone who’s a better match? All you have to do is use the app and nothing we did is unique. This person could fulfil your every desire perfectly. Make you happy. Give you the life you want.”

“I don’t want my life,” Destiny said, “I want ours. That’s the point of a relationship, dumbass. We share everything. Ups and downs, parenthood, orgies, all of it.”

“I got up my own ass, huh?” The left-Hazel chuckled, “I’ll be better. Promise.”

“That’s all I ask. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

For the first time in months, they shared a kiss. It was strange after so long, made more so by the exasperated difference in size, and Destiny’s muzzle. She still slipped her tongue down Hazel’s throat, the closeness awakening her lusts. Drool ran down their chins as she switched heads, tongue-fucking another, identical mouth. Both heads whimpered, getting louder and more intense by the second.

“Are you okay?” Destiny asked.

“I still haven’t cum,” the right-Hazel said, chains rattling as she tried moving her arms.

“Oh… wait, where’s the phone?”

“On my, ooh, ass somewhere. Climb up. Don’t be gentle.”

Destiny shook her head with a grin and did so, searching the tremendous landscape of sensuous flesh for the device. Fortunately, its black frame stood out against Hazel’s pale splendour, “Oh… we didn’t complete it. Guess we both need to cum for it to count?”

“Oh.”

“Do we… do we want to stay like this?” Destiny asked and sat down. There was  only a couple hours left on the timer, meaning either they fucked for almost a week, or she’d been comatose the whole time. If she wanted it to reset, then all she needed was to walk away and wait. She reclined on the precipice of Hazel’s ass, staring at the clouds drifting by. They looked so much closer than the last time she did this, like she could just reach up and rip them from the azure ceiling. How much bigger was she anyway?

“We don’t know,” Hazel said eventually, “It’s a wonderful feeling thousands of your babies growing inside us, but there’s thousands more, and thousands more after that. What kind of life is that?”

“It isn’t one. So… we wait?”

Hazel went quiet, then, “Yes. We wait.”

Chapter 24

“Yes, good girl,” Hazel said. The most beautiful pink landscape consumed her vision, its valleys smooth with folds to frame its secret treasure, a bloated hole that pushed on them and breathed in time with the giantess. She fondled the fleshy hills and moaned at the sight of it slurping wider, drooling an aromatic slime on her cheeks, revealing a dark canal of velvet walls. At their end, another hole winked at her.

“You’re going to fuck me now?” Destiny asked. Her speech was slow, brain sluggish after the bombardment of orgasms had inflated Hazel to the size of a small manse.

“In a way. Now squat down for me.” She cooed when her whole face was swallowed in the giant pussy, its scent blotting out all others. Snaking her fingers inside, it spread wider and slipped over her head. The penetration, little by all means, sent ripples through its depths, which pulled her in just a little further. Inhaling the sordid, muggy air filled Hazel’s chest and propelled an even greater rush of milk and cum from her nipples.

“What… what are you doing… mistress?”

“Just wait,” Hazel said, though she doubted her voice carried far enough. She stretched her arms deeper, urging her love to sink lower, shoulders sliding inside and allowing her to reach the puffy cervix. Running her fingers over it, the little hole at its centre dilated and tiny balls spilled out. They collected against her body, the snatch watertight. She carefully pushed them back and hooked her fingers, using the hold to pull herself deeper.

Destiny whimpered from the sensations as Hazel’s chest pushed on her orifice. Even for such a giant futa, whose body was literally crafted to please the shortstack, there was no feasible means for her to cram tits bigger than a small car inside. Hazel groaned, the sound vibrating through the pussy, then gasped as her nipples squeezed in. The cocks flexed and hardened, catching on Destiny’s wrinkles, but still pushed onward at her insistence.

“What’s happening? Hazel?! Why… How?”

Hazel answered by tugging herself further. The orifice snapped closed around her top row of breasts, then set to work swallowing the next. Fem-cum and pre poured down her body, lubing it for the would-be impossible task ahead. She dug her face into any and every wrinkle within her reach, eager to be drenched in more of Destiny’s juices. Her tongue hung out, moaning at the bittersweet flavours.

Her efforts saw fruit as her lower breasts were sucked in. The sensation of those lips she adored wrapped around her hips was divine. It made her wonder why it took so long for her to try something like this, though she didn’t have a reason before. She didn’t think Destiny would appreciate her logic.

It was simple really. Hazel loved her, to the point she craved to stash her away from the world, even considered doing this to her instead. But that wouldn’t be fair to everyone else. Hundreds of thousands, probably millions, adored her giant partner almost as much as she did. Nowhere did that become more obvious than yesterday, when those hordes were all but gagging for her seed. The looks of bliss on their faces when they finally received it still lingered in her mind.

How could she possibly keep Destiny to herself? That was where the plan originated. Hazel couldn’t, in good conscience, stop others from experiencing the same bliss she had on a nightly basis, however there was a way to be closer to her love than anyone else. She just had to be inside her, warm and loved forever.

“I don’t get it,” Destiny panted, her voice reverberating throughout the dank tunnel that pulled on her, “But I trust you.” The cervix distended further and tentacles crept out, weaving between her fingers and around her arms. They coiled around her torso, then slid out to do the same for her hips and hips. Once secured, they yanked on her.

Hazel yelped when her body bent as it never had before. Her back arched, legs curling so her feet touched her shoulders inside Destiny’s hole. All that remained in the open air was the biggest pregnant gut in history. Unstoppable sperm still swam around, occasionally darting toward her ovaries as they produced yet more eggs for fertilisation. Her pussy spasmed in response to each additional pregnancy, her unbeaten fertility spiking her nerves with shots of bliss.

It, like her breasts, seemed impossible. Just the same, her enormous sphere, which could’ve housed Destiny and their friends with room to spare, condensed in on itself. The skin tightened, veins danced across the surface, as they sank to the floor and Hazel was gradually pulled into her lover’s cunt. No matter the magical bullshit that made them that way, her belly could only shrink so far. At its smallest, her legs still hung off the ground.

Destiny, however, stood on the floor and even squatted to keep Hazel inside. At that point, the shortstack broodmother had something resembling a realistic pregnancy, if one considered a minimum of decuplets as feasible. All that remained to be seen was if Destiny could fit it inside. At Hazel’s insistent scratching, the giant straddled her body and dropped down in a powerful squat. The kind that’d make a ear-quaking smack if they were fucking.

They were, to some extent. Hazel’s dicks were half-hard, squished tight against the walls, oozing pre-cum, while the tendrils continued spiralling around her body, sliding to and fro, especially those coiling her breasts. She didn’t know where Destiny’s own cocks were in all that, but they weren’t the star of the show; her unbirth was. With a bone-rumbling groan, the giantess sank down.

Her enormous cunt stretched over the baby factory. It followed the curve, slipping little by little toward the belly button, though it took an age. Taking an, albeit small, human up her cunt, along with a stomach that doubled the size of said human, with tits to match, proved difficult even for someone as huge as Destiny, That didn’t stop her from trying. Juices flowed faster the longer they went, smoothing out the process.

No light penetrated Hazel’s surroundings. Her eyes adjusted, yet couldn’t make out anything but vague shapes as Destiny’s pussy squeezed, its many facets always shifting. Fortunately, she expected this and reached between her enormous ass cheeks, finding her phone nestled safely between. It wouldn’t be much of a relationship if they couldn’t at least communicate.

Of course, there were other reasons for taking it. The first of which was the flashlight. She squinted against the sudden light, but soon adjusted to the breathtaking visage before her. Maybe it was pure perversion on her part, however seeing nothing but pink flesh writhing all around, lined with the passionate crimson of the tentacles pulling her deeper, lifted her into the embrace of a sudden, violent climax. Her own pussy sprayed like a fire hose as she screamed into the fleshy cave.

Like the pleasure echoed in Destiny, the giant sank to the base with a howl. All that could be seen of Hazel’s body, that wasn’t just a bulge in her lover’s lower body, was the head-sized navel, until it, too, was swallowed. From there, it was simple for her. Hazel forced her head upright and pulled. The tentacles reciprocated and soon her face breached the cervix.

“This is your womb,” Hazel awed, taking in the sight. While its colours weren’t very different, the scope and general shape were. Not to mention the dozens of eggs that rolled against her. Shining her light elsewhere, she found two, almost imperceptible openings. They opened periodically, depositing more eggs into the chamber. There weren’t nearly as many tentacles as she expected, though she expected it was because most were preoccupied helping pull her in. Her shoulders joined the mix and allowed her to truly feel the uterus.

As she felt around, her palm found a hard mass beyond the smooth walls. They shook in response to her touch, then swelled, pushing back and constricting the space. Her balls! Hazel grunted as the cervix squeezed tight around her upper chest, then gasped when her tits were free, allowed to expand back to their former glory. She took the brief chance to feel up her bumpy, engorged areolae, stretching out with the cock as it hardened once more, before they exceeded her reach. The sound of two pats brought her attention up and she noticed the vague shape of hands.

“Oh god, I need to get outside,” Destiny groaned. Even more than in her pussy, her voice rumbled through Hazel’s bones and gripped her nerves in the most pleasant way. Then everything shifted.

She had no idea how to describe it. She didn’t remember what it was like as a foetus, nor how it felt to be bundled up in blankets and carried everywhere. The whole enclosure moved around her, as did the pussy, its walls squeezing and sucking her second row of breasts in. As everything moved, her waist entered, then stuck fast with her pregnant gut.

“Give it everything you’ve got,” Hazel said to the tentacles aiding her. They paused, then veins blossomed all over and doubled in girth. She squealed at the sharp yank that nearly dislocated her arms. It did the job, however, as her belly made it in.

That only left one final, monumental hurdle; her hips and ass. No matter how strong the tendrils, her lower body was simply too voluptuous, designed to cater for her titanic pregnancy - though that would be Destiny’s problem going forward - and jammed against the womb’s opening. She wriggled about, likely hindering the process, but god it just felt so good to slide her giant cheeks across Destiny’s pussy. And when would she get that chance again?

Never if she had her way.

“Fuck! Hazel! What the hell are you doing to me?!” Destiny huffed from outside, each step an earthquake in the womb. The constant jostling did help as it bashed Hazel’s hips against the cervix. Timed properly, the tentacles and her arms did the rest of the work. With the biggest hurdle out of the way, her pussy and legs were simple.

With her whole body unbirthed at last, she took a foetal position and let her curves bloom back to their enormous selves. Soon, she felt Destiny all over her, the tentacles still coiled tight, with more appearing to squeeze her like the best, full-body hug. With so many, it was almost like floating in amniotic fluid. Or so she imagined.

“Now then,” Hazel murmured once she was done re-growing, “I need air and food and all that.” She grinned as a new set of limbs appeared, two no bigger than pencils, and the others fat as all the rest. The former two shoved up her nostrils, causing her to gasp and allowing one of the others to cram down her throat. The pair went to her lungs, pumping air for her.

Something poured from the fat one and perpetually filled her stomach. She gulped hard around it, moaning at the naturally dense, dickish flavour to it. Her eyes tracked the final one, the tip vanishing from sight around her enormous stomach. An orgasm rippled through her when it dove into her navel, connecting her and Destiny on the most intimate level possible. Another couple stuffed her ass and pussy, though they were just pleasant accents.

Hazel rubbed all over her belly, hands sliding between Destiny’s womb and herself. She couldn’t reach much at all, but it was enough for her to feel just how wonderfully knocked up she had become. Who knew how many children she’d birth when the time came. Then Destiny would get the same experience. But it could be better, Hazel thought and patted her bountiful tits. The dick-nipples followed her wishes and moved through the confined space to those easily missed openings.

She couldn’t thank her beloved enough for the prehensile cocks. All she could do, was make sure she got the same experience of perpetual pregnancy. All it took was a few thrusts to pull her hair trigger, cum-milk inundating the egg chambers, sperm laser-sighted as they swarmed the waiting ovum. The uterus clenched down on Hazel, as if thanking her for the impregnation. She responded by rocking her hips, giant clit and pussy grinding against her lover’s insides.

Destiny didn’t enjoy the internal stimulus nearly as much. Not for the lack of pleasure, nor because it made her body shake powerfully enough to vibrate the ground, but the fact she was stuck in the broken wall of the hotel was far from enjoyable. Everyone surrounded her enormous form. Not unusual for her; she’d had plenty of time to adjust to it. Except, the normal reason was completely absent as everyone’s gaze was locked squarely on her ‘pregnant’ middle.

What the hell did Hazel do? If this was something from the app, then she should remember it being at least possible for her to vore her girlfriend with her pussy. Unless it never came up in their time together for one reason or another. Stupid fucking depraved fuck, Destiny thought as she waited for responders to arrive and get her free.

She couldn’t even be upset about it. Not really. A continuous cycle of pleasure radiated from her womb, especially the sides where she felt Hazel’s cocks going to town on her fallopian tubes, inflating the attached ovaries with cum. With how pregnant her partner already was, the addition of her own just seemed… well, ridiculous. The hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of young she’d sired that day alone would be enough to satisfy mothers the world over. How were they supposed to look after that many anyway? And now with her own constantly growing brood, it truly was impossible. No matter how rich they got, how many friends volunteered, how much milk they produced or how big they grew…

Monica and Toni waddled onto the scene. The latter was on her phone, one hand always on her back to help support the cum-gut Destiny gave her that morning, then she held it out for the giant.

“It’s Hazel.”

Destiny snatched up and was about to shout into the receiver, but thought better of it and took a deep breath.

“Hey babe, are you okay?” Hazel asked. The reception was poor, her voice riddled with static. Guess wombs made good insulators.

“No I’m not fucking okay!” Destiny snarled, “I’m the size of a fucking mansion, your dicks are knocking me up, and I’m fucking stuck in the fucking wall of the fucking hotel! Because of YOU!”

So much for composure.

“Um….”

“What the fuck were you thinking anyway?! W-why this? Of all things?”

“Deep breaths,” Monica said, holding her ears, as were everyone else. Right, Destiny’s size meant her voice had a lot ore power behind it. She did as Monica suggested.

“Explain yourself.”

Hazel paused, the cheeky grin on her face almost coming through the phone, but she thought better of whatever comment she was about to make, “I just want to be close to you forever.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, I mean it. Look, when you were fucking all those women yesterday, that was your element, babe. And everyone was so happy too. But I wanted that all to myself. That’s not really fair to all the other women on Earth. They deserve to get fucked by a real dick… or three.”

“But… but that’s so dumb.”

“I mean… is it though? This way you and I are closer than any two people, except maybe mother and child, could ever be, and you can fuck other people too.#”

“I don’t want to fuck other people. All the time anyway.”

“But you do. I saw the look in your eye yesterday.”

“I was horny! That’s entirely different to what I want with you.”

“Whatever you wanted, this is better, I’m sure.”

“That’s not for you to decide.”

“Oh, I think it is. I’m your mistress, in case you forgot, pet.”

“No it’s fucking not!” Destiny ground her fangs, claws rending deep gouges in the concrete wall, “I like it when you order me around. But I love you. That isn’t the same damn thing. I wanted a life, together. What kind of future do we have like this?”

“Well, we can still talk over the phone. We’re technically always snuggling. Your tentacles are fucking me as we speak. And we’re gonna have  giant family soon.”

“That you won’t ever see.”

“We can video call.”

“You really don’t care that you’ll never get to hold or breastfeed any of our children?”

“I don’t think I can breastfeed them anyway.”

“That can be fixed.”

“Hazel… I can’t talk you out of this, can I?”

“I think my logic is pretty sound honestly.”

Destiny wiped at her eyes, “Fine. Stay there. Make me carry all your stupid fucking weight. Make me suffer for your decisions.”

“You love it.”

“You really don’t get it,” the giantess sighed, “Good bye. Have fun or whatever.” She hung up and tossed the phone back to Toni, who looked up in concern. Teardrops fell onto the ground, Destiny’s sobs overpowering the sound of buzz saws working to free her. A single sentence repeated in her head, that this was all her fault.

It took another hour to cut her free. That didn’t matter much, as her belly made it nigh-impossible to move on her own, though it was more Hazel’s. She planted her feet where possible and pushed up, legs screaming in agony at the weight, then managed two thunderous steps, before giving up. Helicopters were brought in to airlift her, Monica and Toni back home, where she was left outside to tower over the condo. It’d probably take an air hanger to house her. Even then, she’d outgrow it as her and Hazel’s babies developed.

Hazel constantly messaged Toni, but went ignored. She tried pushing against the womb, squirming about for attention, to no avail. Destiny kept her hands on her breasts, pointedly ignoring her lover turned… child? Passenger? That sounded less weird.

“How’re you holding up?” Monica asked. The day, while exhausting, had only just closed out. A warm glow illuminated the horizon, gradually dimming to allow the night it’s chance to grace the land. The cold wouldn’t bother Destiny, she usually slept naked on top of the covers anyway, her fur offering more than enough insulation. Though she didn’t refuse the hot chocolate her friend brought.

“It’s weird.”

“I’ll bet,” Monica sipped her cup, one paw stroking her own bloated tummy, “Why’d she do it?”

“Because she thought she’d stop me from fucking other people. She wants me to ‘spread that joy’ or some shit,” Destiny growled, lip curling up in disdain, “I like having sex with people, but I love it with her. But she just… UGH!”

Toni came out and joined them, “I kinda get where she’s coming from. In a dumb, philanthropic sort of way.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Destiny swirled the hot chocolate, watching the tiny waves crash against the cup, “It’s just bullshit. Didn’t even ask me.”

“She is your mistress,” Monica said.

“I know. I thought that was a secondary thing. We’re supposed to be partners first. Guess not. She just knows what’s best, right?”

This really was all her fault. Even if she hadn’t given Hazel the app, she’d dumped plenty of points into making Hazel more dominant, a person that would make decisions for them both. Likewise, she was sure her own submissiveness was augmented overtime. Why didn’t she stop and think for a second about how stupid that was? All those decisions led to this debacle.

“It’s important to have boundaries between a domme and sub. I should’ve noticed you guys going a little off the rails.” Monica frowned into her own cup.

“Don’t do that. It’s not your fault.”

“Well…” Toni tilted her hand back and forth, “She is experienced with these relationships, so it kinda is.”

“It’s mine,” Destiny said, meant to end the discussion, “I’ll try and fix it.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” Monica sighed, then turned and yanked Toni onto her back, the pregnant couple sauntering off, “If you need us, for anything, just say.”

“Thanks.” Destiny chugged the rest of her beverage, not that it amounted to much for her giant form. She looked over the landscape that had become her body. If it weren’t Hazel stretching her to such a size, she’d be overjoyed at the sheer scope of her pregnancy. As things were, all she could think of was how badly she wished her lover was there to snuggle up close so they could feel one another’s baby mountains. She’d just have to take it a day at a time.

Maybe Hazel would come around eventually?

Inside the womb, Hazel browsed through the app. She wanted a way to make Destiny see that she was right, that this was obviously the best way for them to be intimate and share a similar bliss with the rest of the world. Yet none of the options were correct. There were means to make Destiny to be more submissive, but that carried a risk of her just going with whatever anyone wanted from her. The good news, they were passively generating points by virtue of their symbiosis.

Sighing, she settled for ensuring her love could enjoy all the trials and tribulations of pregnancy. With some added bonuses.

Just seconds after she applied those points, Destiny’s tubes clamped down her cocks. Or rather, they were crammed absolutely full with a sudden flood of eggs, all fully fertilised by Hazel’s seed, and joining her in the already cramped space. She cooed at the sensations of them against her body, knowing they were her young.

What was Destiny talking about, saying that she wouldn’t get to meet their children. She’d greet them first and see them on the way out into the world, where they’d get to meet Destiny and know just how wonderful she was. Along with the legions of other children she’d sired the day before.

She’ll come around, Hazel thought and rested her head on her breasts. They were pushed up by her belly, making them convenient pillows for her. With all the saline, milk and cum in them, they honestly made for better resting places than most. Consciousness drifted off to the soothing tempo of Destiny’s body around her.

Chapter 23

Monica purred as she towelled off. Her fur always puffed out when she did, made her look like she’d just had the biggest electric shock, and, of course, it smelled divine. The lingering stench of sweat, cum and fertile pussy-juice hovered below the fresh aroma of citrus shampoo. Toni remained on the bed, still unwashed and breathless. Unlike the three futanari she lived with, she lacked the raw stamina that allowed them to fuck for hours upon hours. Though so many partners was still exhausting.

“I don’t think I ever ate that much pussy in my whole life,” Toni said.

“Maybe in number. In size, Hazel’s still got them beat.”

“No shit. I almost got lost in it once. Literally.”

“Better than Destiny’s. Get lost in there and you may just end up fucked by tentacles for the rest of your life,” Monica said, cocks twitching at the thought. No matter how much she enjoyed mounting a fertile cum-slut, there was just something else about Destiny. She’d present herself to the giantess at the drop of a hat. And more if asked for it.

“I’d be happy with that. Bring a camera and light with me, then we could stream the whole thing,” Toni chuckled, fingers idly rolling over her clit.

“Looks like someone’s still horny.”

“It’s the smell from next door.”

“Yeah,” Monica hummed, nostrils flaring as it was brought to her attention. Likewise, her cock flexed from its sheath, already so erect it dragged along her belly. She jumped so her front legs were on Toni’s bed, cock jutting forth, “How about we make our own stink, huh?”

“You know me so…”

The door burst open. In flooded a dense fog, headed straight for the interrupted couple, whose eyes and nostrils widened. Shudders ran up and down their bodies. Toni’s skin clammed up, though not with perspiration, instead it was just the sheer mugginess of the mist, which quickly saturated the room. Before their gaze, a monumental figure appeared and barged through the tiny doorway. With its appearance, their pussies swelled and squirted against the wall over six feet away.

“I-I’m sorry, but… I need… more…” It was a restrained voice, one that would blow out their ears if raised too high. In direct juxtaposition, a canine face leered at them, lust boiling in its wild gaze, enhanced further by the enormous trio of cocks that crawled over the floor toward them. Heat rolled off their serpentine forms and sank into the pair, triggering another messy orgasm. Monica’s cock lurched and splattered Toni in its seed. Yet its scent never even registered them as those body-crushing lengths reared up behind them.

“They’ll fit, right?” Toni panted, each breath saturating her lungs in the addling musk.

“Of course they will,” Monica said and wriggled her hips, tail rigid, “It’s our turn. Right, Destiny?”

“Yes. Oh fuck, I can’t hold it in any longer!” Destiny growled as two of her cocks penetrated them, distending their pussies and abdomen further than seemed possible. At least to a naive onlooker. For the experienced, it was pure bliss as their folds were stretched so wide they turned white, clits peeling back from their hoods as they folded in and rubbed against the turgid length driving inside.

“Oh my god, it’s huge!” Toni crowed, her boobs parting around the girth.

“It’s like my body’s a condom!” Monica added, clawing at the sheets, while her cock went off time and again. The constant palpitations through their pussies coerced pre-cum from Destiny’s shafts, the rapid deluge rounding out their guts. It slowly squeezed down their uteri to pool at the cervix.

Destiny started thrusting. Despite that, the couple were never empty. As foot after foot pulled back, several more remained inside, increasing with each thrust. Every motion, from the simple throbbing to her punching repetitions, was another trigger for them to cum their brains out. Already, the human and her tiger-taur lover were little more than broken faucets, spraying every other second and drooling liberally.

It never failed to boggle the mind. They’d fucked with Destiny dozens, possibly hundreds of times by then, yet feeling one of her twenty-foot cocks fucking over half its length in and out of their far, far, far smaller cunts always felt new. Like it fucked their memories clean of its involvement, just to indoctrinate them all over again.

“Fuck!” Monica yowled as the cock twisted inside her, the next thrust jammed against a tiny, never to be penetrated opening. That touch rippled through her femininity, womb shuddering violently as she creamed herself all over again. Destiny’s member did the same for the other side, holding just long enough to spurt pre-cum against it.

“My… oh fucking shit! They’re in me!” Toni wailed, arching her hips and slapping each side of her abdomen, roughly where her ovaries should be.

“Me too! Her pre-cum… it’s fucking my babymakers…” Monica slurred, balls going limp as her mind was flooded with a completely different desire. The idea of breeding another vanished, replaced by the all-consuming need to be knocked up herself.

From the sensations in her hyper-sensitised womb, she was already there. But those sperm mating her ovum were pathetic little swimmers, designed to prepare the way for the real things. Monica twisted her head around, the sensation alone making her quim shiver, and focused on Destiny’s truly enormous gut. That was her fate. No, it was a teaser for the inevitable immobility she and Toni, and all those women from downstairs faced. But that wasn’t why she stared or orgasmed even harder.

That was the obscene squirming figures in Destiny’s abdomen. Her internal balls were enormous things, home to uncountable sperm, all larger than any in existence. If the ramping tempo of her thrusts was any indicator, those swimmers would soon have a new home.

“Think of all the content,” Toni laughed, then spasmed and cried out at a sharp, triple jab from Destiny.

Their bellies rubbed together from the inhuman girth stretching them and added even more pleasure. Destiny came to stand over them, paws wrapping around Monica’s comparatively trim hips as she pounded them with every last inch of her cocks, leaving no part of their insides untouched or stretched to its limit. The bed wobbled and creaked, then shattered as she bore down them. Her hips moved with her prehensile members now, adding a thunderous smack of their bodies colliding. A human might’ve broken from the force. Even Monica’s powerful frame struggled.

Drops of spit fell on Monica’s rump. Destiny’s face was twisted into a nightmarish smirk, yet one that would also appear in wet dreams for the rest of her days, drooling over the pair that would soon bear her young. Monica understood such feelings, though only slightly. None could comprehend the raw, unbridled need Destiny wrestled with every day of her life. Which she’d only just unleashed in full.

“Getting close,” the giantess snarled and tightened her grip, bruising Monica, “Hold on tight.” Neither Toni or Monica responded as they were lifted up, still being fucked, and carried to the door. There, Monica spotted Hazel suspended in the air, limbs and curves surrounded in tentacles, all of which pounded her holes to the best of their considerable abilities. Oddly, her abdomen was mostly flat around the middle, instead bulging and squirming at the sides. Preparing her…

Monica’s eyes rolled as she realised they were just the opener for them. As prolific as Destiny was, her balls produced more cum than she could possibly have a use for, most of which would be outmatched by newer, younger, more virile specimens. Those were the only ones suitable for her love. The pair of them were perfect cumdumps.

“Breed ME!” Monica shrieked, then fell limp on top of Toni as her cunt and womb were stretched further by the swelling knots. They turned her walls to concave, following the arch of each fat lump that spanned from her entrance, all the way into her womb. Her pussy snapped down as well, refusing to let even a micron of air in or out. All to ensure she was knocked up to her absolute peak by the oncoming flood.

A violent churning sound shook the floor and her bones. Monica grabbed onto her tits and yanked on her nipples, a hose of milk shot from them, already lactating to prepare for the litters she’d bear. The shaft pulsated, so strong it overrode her own heartbeat, then swelled almost twice as thick to deliver its load. Womb teasing gurgles ran up and down the cock, which straightened into a pillar, then it unleashed a veritable deluge. All the eight-foot tigress could do was hold onto her tits and cum with the rush.

“It’s so hot! Burning my womb! I can’t… fuck, fuck, oh fuck me GOD!” Toni warbled as her stretched flesh burst forward with the force of Destiny’s orgasm. The semen leaked down as a second eruption displaced it.

Those two bursts were just the teasers. Destiny grunted, stomach churning violently as her cocks somehow thickened even further, squirming from within. Her paws left passionate rends in Monica’s flesh, whole body flexing to push the far, far bigger sperm into them. Six-foot bellies exploded outward as similarly sized swimmers were dumped in by the dozen.

Destiny pumped her hips, knots yanking on the woefully undersized cunts sheathing them, all to dump the enormous load. As her pleasure ramped up, so too did her ejaculations. Her urethra strained wide to push them out, dozens becoming hundreds. Monica and Toni’s bellies almost doubled in size every few seconds, the gloriously depraved shapes writhing in all directions as the sperm targeted any and every egg they could find.

“Holy fuck shit! They’re in my ovaries! They’re fucking my egg-makers!!! Destiny! I’m gonna get so fucking huge with your babies!” Toni slurred, mind reduced to mush as she inflated with what would become her children.

Monica had no words. She was just a vessel, a container for Destiny’s boundless orgasm, then a home for her young until they were ready to leave. Was that how most mother’s felt when they had children? Like their whole life was subsumed by the precious babes they incubated? Just the thought of her belly swelling so magnificently made her chest swell with milk and pride. She couldn’t imagine a better way to spend her life.

Destiny moaned through the long process of dragging her titanic lengths from the freshly bred pussies. Both of her friends were insensate, occasionally high pitched moans left their lips as their hips humped the air, bellies a constant hub of activity for the sperm seeking their ovum. A rush of white spilled when their cunts were freed, gaped wide enough for a grown human to climb in with room to spare. It flooded the hall for a  minute, then stopped as the cervix either closed or were blocked off.

“Warmed up?” Hazel asked, still held up by tentacles. Dozens had invaded her beautiful pussy, stretching it despite its incredible size, all for a single purpose, which Hazel had no doubt given them. While they couldn’t impregnate, lacking access to any sperm, they now secreted a strange substance that heightened fertility. In the sense that it somehow mimicked a persons DNA, then coalesced into a egg. With enough exposure, an ovary would do create the same thing.

“Are you?” Destiny rested an ear against her lover’s squirming middle, rubbing her paws over the now giant ovaries. They’d been preparing for this day since Destiny’s latest mutation, since the doctors had other way to describe her uniqueness anymore. Every night, Hazel slept with them buried in her fallopian tubes, gradually stretching them until the eggs just flowed out.

“Hmm, I don’t think it matters anymore. If you don’t breed me soon, I’m gonna do something I regret.”

“Oh, like what?” Destiny teased, “You’re all wrapped up in my tentacles. At my mercy.”

“Destiny,” Hazel said, voice and gaze steely.

Instantly, the futa lowered her ears and head, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” the bound shortstack goddess chirped, “Now, let’s do this thing!” At her words, the tentacles pulled apart, allowing an unobstructed view into her depths, all the way into her womb, where innumerable eggs the size of golf balls rolled, more constantly added to the mix. They were sturdy, designed to reject lesser offerings. In other words, only Destiny’s sperm were worthy.

“Not here. We need more room.”

“Fair point,” Hazel said and tried swivelling her chest a little, but her breasts were already snug against the walls, “Actually… how did we get up here anyway?”

If it weren’t their reality, they would’ve laughed at the solution; a literal crane. Their rooms were equipped with the biggest windows in the hotel, just large enough for them to squeeze through with minimal property damage, which they could easily pay for. When they were finally on the ground again, dressed as fully as they could be, they paused.

“Do you think…?” Destiny was cut off by a bump against her side.

“Don’t think. What’s done is done. Sure, we’ve gone a little… cuckoo, but what else is new? Besides, this is our life now. No point in wondering what we should’ve done, when we could be getting it on and making this whole thing seem boring.”

“You… yes, mistress,” Destiny said and crouched down to pick up her love. With an ass and hips like hers, all the canine had to do was hook her arms under them and lift. She was right, like always. What they’d done couldn’t be changed - unless the app offered the chance - so there was no point in dwelling on it.

All that was left for them was to make the best of it.

“Think we’re gonna need this much space?” Hazel asked when they reached the hall, where they had bred every last guest. In response, Destiny’s gut rumbled and swelled, balls ramping up as their greatest desire was so close. They’d been denied true release whenever they fucked before, only letting out the unworthy sperm. Now, the time had finally come.

“With the shit I did to you, and what I’m gonna do, it might be too small,” Destiny growled and turned her mistress upside down, ass propped high. It and her glorious thighs framed the biggest pussy in history, the only one that could possibly be called a match for the giantess’s members.

“Oh? And what are you gonna do to me?” Hazel asked, womb expanding as she was inundated with more eggs, the prospect of finally getting knocked up spurring her on.

Destiny moved her cocks so they could see and entwined them. Each were thicker than an adult man was tall, almost double Hazel’s height in width alone, but now they’d doubled that too. If she used it on Monica and Toni, there’d be no recuperating from the gaping void it’d leave. Even on Hazel, her cavernous cunt would never fully recover.

“I’m going to hollow you out,” Destiny breathed, stepping between her lover’s ass cheeks to nestle close, resting her enormous belly on her back. They couldn’t see each other like that, however it wasn’t necessary when they could feel one another so clearly, “I want you to need me to cum ever again. You won’t even feel it when you give birth.”

“Good girl,” Hazel said and reached down to stroke the tumescent lengths, each like fleshy oak, wreathed in roots pumping raw desire throughout, “What else?”

“When you’re begging,” the canine scraped her claws over her love’s ass, leaving pleasant red trails, “And your womb is at it’s most fertile, these,” she wriggled the tips and unravelled them to give a couple feet of movement, “Will fuck your ovaries. I want you to be pregnant forever. To be birthing my litters until the world is flooded with them.”

“Better get on with it,” the shortstack goddess grunted, “I’m leaking.”

“Oh shit!” Destiny backed up and bunched her cock up, like a springboard or a cobra about to strike, nestling the heads in her partner’s folds. Sinking in, her ears and tail jerked up, fur bristling. Something was different. All the times they’d mated before was nothing like this.

Her cocks tore from her control and lunged forward. Instantly, her crotch was flush against Hazel’s cunt, pushing harder and forcing the folds to spread around her hips. A massive spire of pale flesh extended from Hazel and dwarfed the rest of her body. It pushed between her four breasts, another layer of stimulus, and raked across her drooping tongue. Destiny panted hard, like she’d just bred the entire guest-list again.

“No-notice, ooh, something?”

Destiny just dug her claws in deep.

“I added a little trigger for just this occasion,” Hazel moaned, rubbing at the monolith, “To make sure you breed me properly.”

“Why?”

“Did I ever tell you my biggest fetish? It’s pregnancy. The bigger the better. And only the biggest for me. That’s why you’re growing some more, just for me,” Hazel giggled like a delirious schoolgirl.

Destiny grabbed at her belly as it rapidly expanded to contain… her balls? The smooth sphere turned lumpy, huge orbs of virility spawning before her eyes. Not only that, but her tentacles multiplied and burst from her pussy. They rose into view, all equipped with a phallic head and fat ridges all along their lengths.

“Don’t worry,” Hazel grunted, her uterus somehow tightening further, “I’m right there with you.”

Questions burned on her tongue, but so too did the unfathomable taste of Hazel’s fertility. It seared into her nostrils, even wormed its way through her ears to coil around her brain, choking all common sense from it, while her cocks throbbed hard enough to reverberate throughout her massive frame. She clawed at Hazel’s ass cheeks, now growing before her eyes. So that was it; Hazel was becoming even more fertile every second.

Just as her virility ramped up. Destiny drooled over her tits, shivering from the sensation. Everything had heightened to impossible levels, outdoing anything from earlier. Control abandoned her as she reared her massive hips back, cocks bundling up against her as well, before lunging forward. Hazel yelled as she was nearly flung forward, only stopped by tentacles winding around her limbs to pull her back with equal force. Destiny growled deep in her chest as her many, many phallic limbs plied the giant cunt open even further.

They headed straight for the ovaries. In moments, she found a long, pelvis-breaking rhythm that only strengthened over time. Destiny dragged herself back as far as her arms would allow, Hazel’s pussy slurping on her members as they coiled up for the next strike. The pair howled in harmony. Neither cared about the aftermath of their mating, only that their instincts to breed were satisfied.

Already, Hazel’s womb had inflated to the size of her breast. It dragged along the ground and sloshed with every slam of Destiny’s hips, heavy with gallons of pre-cum still pouring in. Too many tentacles swarmed the cumdump organ for either to track, only aware of the pleasure they gave. They piled into the ovaries and stretched them out on both sides, each distinct even against the growing mass of her abdomen.

How many thousands of eggs had she produced already? Destiny’s eyes fixed to the shapes stretching past even her enormous, then on the tower of her cocks pushing ahead, its enormity pulsating wildly. Yet she wasn’t close to her orgasm, her own belly swelling out as her balls filled with even more seed.

“Need more,” Hazel slurred. The voice of her mistress called to her above even the roar of their rutting. More? How?

The answer thrust down her throat an instant later. Looking down at the rigid, yet malleable red lengths pouring down her gullet, it didn’t take long to realise where they came from. But she didn’t make Hazel like that.

“Ooh fuck yes! I knew this was the right call!”Hazel wailed, every other word punctuated by Destiny pounding her deepest places. A single moan triggered an avalanche of milk and cum. The futa went rigid when the load reached her stomach. Heat poured through her limbs, saturated her muscles and empowered her balls. What little of her lover she could see vanished as her abdomen ballooned, now a hive of activity for the behemoth sperm coalescing within.

Her mistress… her love wanted to be knocked up to the point that no one, even Destiny, could ever match.

“Hazel…” Destiny snarled around the turgid dick-nipples as they knotted her maw. The older tentacles, those not equipped with phallus heads, tripled in girth, as did their strength. Using them, she set to carving the shape of her dicks and tendrils into Hazel’s breeder holes.

“Yes! That’s it, Pet, make me your bitch. I hold the leash, but we both know I’m just a worthless human bitch in heat for you. My eggs are aching for your sperm. Don’t make them wait! Don’t make me wait!”

She was trying. As bad as Hazel yearned for her cum, Destiny craved to fill the entire building with her lover’s pregnant belly. More cum and milk poured into her, fuelling even stronger thrusts. Her hands left bruises on the fat globes of Hazel’s ass. She pounded harder, eyes focused on the ebb and flow of her cocks.

“I know what you need,” Hazel panted and retracted her dick-nipples, wave of spit falling to Destiny’s breasts. They followed the stream to her own nipples, and the simpering pussies beneath them, teasing the soaked folds for a second, before ramming inside. Her mistress knew exactly what she needed.

The knots tied them together and stretched her pussies taut. Scalding hot lengths wound through her wombs, coaxing her own fertility to its peak. As they palpitated, her own members and tentacles resonated. Destiny moaned and growled, voice rising higher in a crescendo toward a howl. Liquid heat flooded her tits just as her gut seized, then clenched up and depressed.

Their voices failed as her many cum-pipes doubled or tripled in girth. The only sounds that rumbled in Destiny’s ears were the churning of cum pouring into her tit-wombs, and the slimy writhing of impossibly huge sperm squelching through her members. She sucked in a deep breath when they poked at her urethras, then shook the foundations with her cries. Her cum-slits would be permanently ruined thanks to the dozen swimmers punching out.

Gallons of semen accompanied them. Hazel’s belly inflated and impacted the floor. With all the weight on top, it couldn’t push her up, instead bellowing out on all other sides, rapidly approaching the wall Destiny’s cock bulges pointed to. Each powerful surge saw the precipice lurch forward, several dozen massive, flanged shapes descending into the maelstrom with the rest.

“Not enough,” Hazel grunted, “Come on, pet, you can give me more than that can’t you? I’ve got so fucking many eggs for you to knock up!”

Destiny was disappointing her? That could not happen. She wouldn’t let it. Fuck harder, she thought and let her body do the rest. Every muscle in her frame flexed, veins pumping across every sinew as she pulled back, knots bursting from Hazel’s divine grip in a rush of fem-cum. When just the heads were inside, still loading her with cum, she lunged forward with every ounce of strength in her unstoppable form. Hazel shrieked when their bodies collided, their curves leaping forward.

That wasn’t enough of course. Over and over, Destiny repeated the action, each time trying harder, slamming her belly against her lover, claws raking across the taut shape. At the same time, her own tentacles rushed into her pussy and ass. They convulsed, shrinking and thickening in rhythm. Some remained small and curled through every tiny divot in her orifices.

A second orgasm was on the horizon. She knew it. One more push was all she needed. Which she got as a tendril coiled around her fat clit, then tightened as if to choke the life from it, instead shoving her into a new climax in the middle of the first. Her balls shook and unleashed another wave, fattening her cocks and stretching Hazel’s cunt to its absolute peak.

But even that couldn’t be enough. Her urethras prolapsed as the pressure behind her ejaculation increased, forcing even more person-sized sperm through the slit, while her whole body worked to bring yet another wave to fruition. It didn’t take long as Hazel’s womb shuddered and a wave of small spheres crowded her limbs. She was right; there were so many eggs.

“Breed! Breed!” Destiny snarled as she stepped up her thrusts yet again. Her body would be sore as hell the next day, however the future didn’t matter. Only that she could impregnate every single ovum her lover produced, or ever would.

“Yes! Mate me! Make me birth our babies for the rest of our lives!”

The expanse of Hazel’s belly spread across the floor. Destiny stepped onto it, using the leverage to put her lover into a mating press of sorts, surrounded on all sides by ass flesh and, in time, Hazel’s fecundity. As it squished against the walls, the pressure finally pushed them up. Hundreds - thousands - of her sperm writhed against her feet through the skin, with more added by the microsecond. Her once tight urethras had turned into gaping holes suitable for nothing but dumping all her sperm as fast as possible.

Destiny had no idea how big the space was, only that it was designed to hold well over a thousand people. Now that entire floor was subsumed by Hazel’s uterus. The walls were next in line, losing ground as the writhing of her sperm, tentacles and lover’s dick-nipples all worked to set her off yet again. And again. And over and over again.

If not for her tits and ass being so huge, Hazel would’ve been completely lost in a sea of herself. As it was, her constantly bucking hips clapped her cheeks together around Destiny’s body. The mix of sounds and spectacle could have any number of grandiose synonyms, however the truth was simple; they were mating.

They rose higher and higher. Not one inch of Hazel’s belly was still, the body dwarfing mass covered in writhing shapes, the sperm all working to one goal; knocking her up to the absolute pinnacle. Each of Destiny’s thrusts rippled across the landscape, coming back to help push her up for the next press.

Neither knew how long it lasted for. Communication degraded to mere grunts between them, partially because Destiny’s tentacle couldn’t resist tying them together, snaking through their insides, out their mouths and back to the other. It’s twisted path came into stark relief on Destiny as her balls depleted. With so much of her tentacles occupied and her loads mostly spent, she could finally wrap her arms around her lover’s diminutive shoulders.

Hours passed in that state. The flood of sperm dwindled until just a few errant stragglers spilled into the impregnating sludge. By then, however, the damage was done. Destiny gasped once her throat was released, despite having regained her faculties half an hour prior.

“What have we done?”

“Made babies,” Hazel giggled and stroked her belly, barely covering a fraction of its surface area.

“No! I mean, yes, but… Hazel, this is… What the fuck do we do now?” Destiny pulled at her hair, ears flush against her skull and gut twisting with anxiety. They should’ve thought things through. Sure, it felt really, really fucking good and she’d probably repeat it if she had any cum left to give, but this.

“We watch it grow even bigger with our babies.”

“Oh my god, if a pregnancy gets that big,” Destiny murmured, picturing the few pregnant woman she’d seen in her life, and how big their tummies seemed on them with just one or two kids inside, then what would happen with tens of thousands… maybe more?

“We need to get out of here.”

“Hmm, I’m good,” Hazel purred, “Just take a deep breath and enjoy this moment.”

“I can’t! Hazel, I’ve ruined everything! What kind of life can we have now? Even if we figure things out now, what about when you actually give birth?! And Monica and Toni!”

“Babe, you haven’t done anything I didn’t want.”

“You never wanted this,” Destiny sobbed and backed away from her, though nowhere she could go would get her away from Hazel’s abdomen, “Didn’t you want to be a cosplayer? You were an accountant… I think? Oh god, what the hell are we anymore? I don’t even know who I am.”

“Destiny,” Hazel said to no response. She repeated it, firmer and firmer until she was shouting at the giant futa, “Finally, god. Everything that you did, I designed you for. So you’re not responsible for my situation, I am. Got it? You’re my pet. And what do good pets want for their mistresses?”

“... to make them happy?”

“And do you see me frowning?”

“No.”

“Exactly. Now get over here. There’s one more thing I want to do.”

Destiny sniffed and approached. How much more craziness could they possibly manage? A finger gestured for her to come around to Hazel’s front, where their eyes met for the first time since entering the hall. In those eponymous pools, she found comfort and love… but something more concerning floated beneath the surface.

It couldn’t be that bad. Right?

Chapter 22

“Are you sure we’re not pushing things too far?” Destiny asked, disembarking the bus they had to rent exclusively for themselves. Even so, she was forced to duck low.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hazel chirped as she waited for the customised doors to open wide enough for her hips to fit through. The suspension groaned miserably when she stepped down, like it mourned the loss of such a curvaceous goddess. Or wept in relief.

That was to be expected when just a breast weighed more than any scales could measure. With four of them and a set of ass cheeks that measured even larger, nearly every vehicle would give up, much less with the addition of Destiny’s own obscene form. Every now and then, she had to chuckle at the turn in their lives, especially in the past couple months since they revealed it all to one another. No longer were they worried about overstepping as they changed the other, instead they just indulged in whatever fantasy swayed them. Even if that involved giving Hazel dick-nipples to compliment her own nipple-pussies.

All those changes led them to even greater fame. Together, they were the biggest couple on Earth, figuratively and very literally. As they grew, so did their following until it reached a point where they could rent out a huge building and host their own convention. Hazel was ecstatic over that part, insisting that everyone make an effort to cosplay.

She opted for a classic Evangelion outfit. A custom made latex body suit left nothing to the imagination, from her fat, pussy-wrecking clit, to bulbous sheaths for her nipples. Its patterns followed her curves, accentuating them. She turned down using Destiny’s magic wardrobe, a phrase that sounded ridiculous, were it not the truth, wanting to make the effort. The Amazon had no such qualms and paraded around naked, while everyone else thought she was dressed as a Shinigami from Bleach.

“Yes you do,” Destiny chided.

“The questions you should ask is; ‘have we pushed far enough?’ and whether you love my giant ass.”

“Cannot argue that,” she sighed and slowed to walk behind her mistress, admiring the butt she’d strived to give her. It took weeks of grinding, in all meanings, and yet she still thought Hazel would look better even bigger. Would she ever be content? Maybe when her partner’s lower-body so completely outsized upper half that it was a struggle to recognise her as a person. Just a pair of hips, thighs and cheeks to literally get lost in.

“Keep it in your robes until later,” Monica said, coming from the rear.

Destiny willed her cock to settle down, draping it across her elephantine stomach. Last time she counted, no less than a dozen tentacles resided inside her now, though more could’ve been added without her knowing.

“You know, it kinda takes the romance out of things if you’re always telling me to ‘pack it in’ or ‘get a camera first’,” Destiny said.

“Whenever you get horny is a chance for content,” Monica shrugged, “Besides, I’ve heard you two, there’s no lack of romance.” Destiny and Hazel just shared a grin.

The convention was at a local hotel. It wasn’t the fanciest or even the biggest, but it didn’t discriminate and had plenty of room for the ‘activities’ that’d ensue. They also had a reinforced infrastructure for the tons of saline that’d walk their halls. Not to mention a luxurious insurance policy for sex related destruction.

“Whoa.” Destiny gawked when she and Hazel opened their room, finding a bed that must’ve cost more than a small house given its ornate construction and sheer size. That had proved a struggle for Destiny, as nearly every bed on the market couldn’t accommodate her, let alone her and Hazel.

“Looks like they really know how to treat VIPs,” Hazel strolled past and planted her ass on the mattress, sinking half a foot. No matter how often she saw it, Destiny giggled at the fact her partner was taller when sitting. Of course, the view also inspired a not so small reaction from her numerous genitals.

Padding forward, the Amazon dumped their bags and pushed her lover back so she could crawl on top. The bed groaned, but held up under well over a million units of saline, along with the kilos upon kilos from their sexes added. A distinct bulge in Hazel’s front stretched up her belly, between her tits, then pushed through her neck opening. Likewise, Destiny’s cock rose up to eye level.

“Wanna grind some points before the big day?” Destiny asked, already leaning to the side so she could reach Hazel’s lips.

“Hmm, always,” her mistress cooed and kissed back, opening her legs. Several spare costumes were in storage, giving them free reign to tear through it and fuck to their hearts content.

Hours later, it was time for bed. Tomorrow promised to be a busy day, meeting fans, signing and selling merch, giving rides on her unstoppable dick and/or tits. Just the thought was daunting.

“Think they’re gonna bitch and moan about the mess?” Hazel asked, rinsing after brushing her teeth. She referred to the ocean of cum that flooded their suite. It had drained substantially, but still rippled around her shins.

“Not to our faces,” Destiny sighed, taking some extra time to brush her sharp canines. She hadn’t grown a muzzle, retaining her half anthropomorphic appearance, though it was hard to tell if that was Hazel’s preference or just an oversight while she tuned other things to her liking. Not that the futa would mind. Monica looked amazing as a full tigress, and longer muzzle made for incredible blowjobs.

“Maybe they’ll add to it?” Hazel mused and waded her way back to the bed, “Hey, Babe! You’ve got a notification!”

“From what?” Destiny asked, confused by that. It couldn’t be Monica or Toni, since they could just walk over, and she kept her socials turned off. She checked her phone and arched a brow, then smirked at her lover from across the giant bed.

“What?” Hazel asked, then her own face shone as Destiny explained, “Well now, it’s about time.”

The notification was for a new quest. If it could be called that. At that point, any ‘task’ it set out for them was something they’d at least considered before, or outright asked for. In that case, the app would change Hazel into the human-taur form she had several timelines ago, and even give the option to switch back and forth. Their only condition was for every guest to be knocked up by the end of the event.

They spent the night preparing for that ordeal. Monica and Toni were also enlisted. Neither had any recollection of Hazel not having her unique body, nor were they surprised that the pair wanted to instigate an orgy of massive proportions, wherein every female would impregnated. To do so, they required a back up or cum, enough to flood the entire hotel. The other, more pressing issue was how they’d get everyone’s consent for such a thing.

Toni provided the answer when she entered the room and came on the spot. A wave of white sludge washed past her, yet she was frozen in place, clinging to the door as her legs shook and she squirted into the flood. The cause wasn’t simply all the semen fermenting in the closed room, but also Destiny’s raw pheromones.

“What the fuck happened to her?” Monica asked, less affected, though her cock was still twitching against her belly.

“I edged her all night. Even when she was sleeping,” Hazel explained, the only one resilient enough not to sport an erection, though only by sheer will power, “Looks like we’re set for today.”

“Remember the plan, Toni?” Monica asked the only girl remaining, who slurred until a sharp tap on her but knocked her out of the stupor.

“Huh? Where…? Oh, right. Yeah, I remember. Gotta… gotta get this rancid, intoxicating, ovary-fucking smell in the air vents.”

“Nice way to put it,” Hazel chuckled, then tugged on a lead, pulling a barely conscious Destiny along, “Well then, we’ll see you at the main event.” As she walked away, Hazel pulled up the Unreal Creation app and applied all her points from last night. The steps behind her grew heavier, more laboured as Destiny dragged something along.

“After this,” the white-haired domme cooed, peering back at the multiple phalli trailing behind her love, “You’d better make me the most fertile bitch in the universe. I won’t allow anyone to carry more of our young than you or me.”

She jumped when those huge, furry arms wrapped around her.

“Of course not,” Destiny huffed, “I’m not about to be the only giant belly in this relationship forever.” She tilted Hazel’s head to the side and kissed her firmly, tongue sneaking down her throat for a moment. They cuddled for a minute longer, mentally preparing for the gauntlet that awaited them.

The main reception was stuffed with people when they wandered in. Hardly a surprise with a following like theirs, especially after they’d just made the announcement that this convention would have less panels and be more… action oriented. With their reputation, anyone could guess what that meant. Not a single person was dressed more than necessary, which wasn’t much given the heat so many people generated.

Cheers erupted when Destiny was spotted, then more as Hazel stepped onto a platform. She raised her hands to quiet the applause, though it still took a minute before they settled. Destiny looked around, vibrating in place from the effort of holding back, and grimaced at how many stalls were setup. Though she couldn’t be as famous as something like Comic Con, plenty of creative fans had brought their own merch, stories, comics and so on about her. This was their chance to sell something and maybe start a living all their own.

She’d compensate them for it. Even if their deepest wish was to fuck her, it was an awful thing to deny them income. At least she’d also supply them fresh fuel for their works. Few erotic creators got a chance to be up close and personal with their muse, particularly fetishes that aligned with her body.

“You’ve all seen the announcement?!” Hazel yelled, projecting her voice throughout the hall. Cheers answered her, though a few looked confused and were checking their phones, “For those that haven’t, allow me to explain.” She cleared her throat and took to pacing, much like a general delivering an inspirational speech to the soldiers.

“The plan was to have just a normal convention. Sell some merch, meet and greet, maybe hold a raffle to join an orgy or something. Plain and simple, right? Well forget about it! We’re not here to just do the same old shit. We’re here to innovate. To expand horizons. To give those that travelled across the globe to be here an experience unlike any other. So what’s this all about, I hear you cry?”

Hazel held a hand out to signal a response, nodding proudly when she got it, “Now, you can probably guess it’s gonna be a very family friendly affair. No more than PG-13.”

A wave of ‘boos’ rolled through the still growing crowd. More guests were filing in, either just arriving or guided there by Monica and Toni. Destiny licked her lips, cock throbbing from so many fertile women amassed in front of her, though she would’ve expected some men there too, but the app might’ve been responsible. Her libido didn’t care regardless.

Nor did the crowd. Despite how open the reception hall was, with plenty of room available even with the hundreds of people crammed inside, her pheromones spread throughout. She sniffed the air, catching a draft of cum-stench, and glanced to the vents spaced throughout. A faint vapour moved through them, such was the potency of her seed.

Lowering her gaze to the guests, many were flushed. More were outright touching themselves or others, if only some light petting, but a few were already stripping. They all looked to Destiny, specifically the way her robes moved as her cocks swelled. After being edged for so long, she could’ve cum just from the breeze, however she held on, waiting for Hazel’s signal. The minx kept up her pacing, still playing up the lie, while casually stroking her giant curves.

Destiny mimicked her. Not nearly so overt, but it had the desired effect of hardening her prehensile members, now snaking out from beneath her invisible costume, seemingly meeting the eyes of those up front. They had no chance of maintaining the lie of decency, several turning to each other and kissing deep, forced into tricky positions with their own implants in the way. As couples formed and fell to the floor, desperate to relieve some of the heat in their loins, the same phenomena spread rapidly.

Before long, everyone was in a state of undress, moaning, kissing, or outright finger-fucking. Destiny’s trio of trouser-pythons pined for the action, but held under Hazel’s command. The couple looked to one another and smiled at a plan well executed; not a single person in the hall, or to come, would even hesitate to accept their seed.

“You’re right, you’re right,” Hazel chuckled, then ripped through her bodysuit as she morphed into her human-taur form, a second head joining her. A pair of huge cocks grew from between her hind legs and past her front, spilling pre-cum onto the front row. In unison, her heads shouted, “Let the orgy, begin!”

Hectic didn’t begin to cover the chaos that unfolded at her words. Destiny didn’t attempt to make sense of it all, being the centre of the madness. She dove into the throngs, belly roiling as its occupants burst from her pussy to grab the nearest women, stuffing mouths and asses in the same instant. One by one, pussies were invaded by her cocks and stretched wider than their pelvis should be capable of.

If it hurt them, no one complained. Though they might have, but it was lost in the mind-numbing climax the penetrations induced, augmented by Destiny’s pheromones pumping straight into their bloodstreams. One girl grabbed onto the cock and yanked it toward her, belly turning into a torpedo shape as the phallus went rigid. They did the same in two others.

Edged throughout the night and teased relentlessly, Destiny had no conception of holding back. She grabbed the three women she’d penetrated and brought them into a four-way kiss. Her tongue looped around their throats, holding them in place and feeling the vibrations as they screamed in jubilance. It didn’t last long with the massive deluge into their respective wombs, pushing them apart. Others crowded them.

Several women climbed on top of the inflating tummies and ground against them. Shivers and cries rolled through everyone, orgasming with each of Destiny’s throbs. Onlookers, only slightly distracted by their own partners, watched in blatant lust, hoping for their turn. Destiny met one threesome’s gaze. Her tentacles acted on impulse, looping through whoever they’d stuffed, then darting to the trio. Wherever she looked, they went, skewering people and leaving them in crazed bliss while they waited their turn.

Her climax waned, though her members didn’t falter in the slightest. She needed more wombs. Lurid pops marked each of her knots popping out with foot after foot of her dicks. Once open, the gaping cunts released a literal flood of jizz. Fortunately, volunteers scooted forward to plug the exit with their faces. Destiny hoped they wouldn’t drown in the stuff, though it was only a passing thought as she grabbed another threesome.

All three girls squirted just from the heat of her cock as it pressed against their snatches. The orgasm wasn’t nearly enough to sate her, however it did relieve the pressure enough for her to take in the new broodmares. Not that there was much difference between them. All three were bright blonde, tanned skin, huge fake tits that made their slim guts seem thinner. Looking at them, it was easy to assume they were party girls, hardly fitting mothers.

That didn’t stop them creaming themselves as Destiny shoved past their cervix and stretched their wombs into condoms. Pre-cum gushed into and inflated the tiny space, turning their svelte middles into drooping balls of dick juice. Just a sample of the ecstasy to come.

Destiny yanked one forward to throat-fuck with her tongue, while the other two moved together so they could mash their clits together. The cocks found a simple tempo, punching the backs of their wombs and stretching several feet past their heads. None of their eyes were visible anymore, rolled back so only the whites showed, while they drooled and moaned and squirted everywhere. Destiny groped them, using their tits to further stimulate her dicks until she exploded again.

Just minutes into the ordeal and six women were more belly than person. Dozens others were linked by an endless stretch of slimy, tentacle-meat. Each appendage was at its max thickness, outmatching any normal person’s thigh, yet it did nothing to stop them snaking through people and out their mouths or asses. The only sounds to be heard were moans and lewd squelching.

Though it didn’t stop her from picking out Hazel’s voice. Destiny turned and saw her lover mounting two shortstacks, nothing like her, each stuffed full with her new cocks. Catching her eye, they shared a smirk, before Hazel busied her lips with someone’s rigid tits. In the opposite end, Monica railed what looked like a supermodel, her body little more than skin and bone, except for the saline on her chest. It made the daunting tiger-taur even more impressive.

Toni spent her time in the midst of a lesbian orgy as they all waited for their turn. Taut flesh stretched as far as the eye could see, with bloating bellies joining the sea. Destiny moaned as her impatient fans impaled themselves on her shafts. The girls trying to stem the idea from the others had given up, instead using it to make their own fun even messier. The reek of cum saturated the air already, and only grew stronger as her fermented semen spilled out.

Destiny rolled her hips in time with her pricks thrusting. Reclining back, she cooed as her glorious rear trapped a couple locked in a sixty-nine. They switched focus to her ass and pussy, lips and hands disappearing within. It didn’t take long for a pair of hands to find and grip her prostate, squeezing it firmly, milking it for all the pleasure Destiny could take. Not only that, but the girls’ heads pushed into the orifices.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” The Amazon panted, hands rubbing all over her tits and belly while her many limbs went crazy in their hosts. Some girl climbed onto her gut and pulled her face into a deep kiss, earning a throat-fuck in the process. On each side of her, three girls nibbled, licked and sucked on her nipples, as their arms pushed into her tit-pussies. Another one crawled between them to eat out the other pussy on her navel.

“FUCKKK!!!” Destiny shrieked into the stranger’s mouth. All her holes convulsed and pulled on those pleasuring them, yanking the couple beneath her inside. They writhed deliciously, stimulating every single nerve in reach. For her ass, that included dozens of clits mashed against her fan’s body, gripped between the smallest opening. She wrapped her lips around a large one, while her partner was constricted by the numerous tentacles pouring from Destiny’s womb.

All those pleasures were too great. Even a little more and she feared her mind would fail. Fortunately, her very existence was refined by Hazel and the app, withstanding the bliss even as it stacked and pressed on her from all sides. She howled and gargled and whined as the third climax - out of dozens more to come - crashed down upon her. Massive spheres of jizz collected at the bases of her cocks, pouring through like pressurised lava, before erupting into the waiting uteri. Similar cries of ecstasy mixed with hers as the fanatical cumdumps rejoiced.

But there were so many more to do. Destiny breathed deep when the waves settled, though another orgasm wasn’t far behind with the duo squirming around inside her ass and pussy. She stood, clenching tight to feel their bodies as she grabbed the woman throating her tongue. Two others stepped into her grip and arched their rears, shaking like overexcited dogs. Their eyes rolled back and drool rained as they were penetrated.

So it continued. Destiny, Hazel and Monica pounded and inflated everyone within reach. So many swollen bellies crowded the hall, pushing others toward the walls for room, but even then it became nigh-impossible for anyone but Destiny to move around. Toni broke away from her sapphic mating ball to guide or roll the cum spheres outside. A look of envy clouded her face whenever she heard them, but it was quickly obscured by a layer of cum.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Hazel said and smooched the Amazon from behind.

“How, ooh, how long…?” Destiny rasped, leaning against a set of cum balloons. She had her legs spread wide, allowing impatient fans to busy themselves with her gaping holes. Temporarily flat-stomached girls bounced their asses against her cocks, striving to earn her next load.

“About two hours I think,” Hazel cooed, “I think you need a drink before you pass out.”

“Y-yeah. Where’s the water?”

Hazel smirked, “I’ve got a better idea.” She stepped onto a couple of insensate girls, causing semen to squelch from their wombs, so they were almost eye-level. Or high enough for Destiny’s lips to reach her beautiful nipples.

They were truly works of art. Destiny had laboured for days sculpting them through the app, thanks to her ‘earning’ such a reward, refining every lurid impulse she had while doing so. The end result; a pair of knotted dog-cocks big enough to make an elephant blush. They strained her jaw to its limit, then beyond, as she scraped her teeth along their scalding hot flesh. Delicious pre-cum splashed against her throat, bubbling back up to flood her mouth.

“That’s it, sweetie, drink my nipple-cum. I bet you’re the reason I have these, aren’t you? Hoping I’ll knock up all your wombs with them? Don’t worry. When we’re through here, you and us are gonna set unbreakable records together.”

Like they hadn’t already. In their respective timelines, they’d broken every record of fake breast sizes over a year ago, back when their chests were almost reasonable, and destroyed the rest with every filling. Not to mention their anomalous bodies. Hazel was ‘born’ with her nipples and power to change shape, though it required puberty for Destiny’s body to be unleashed. Looking up, both her lover’s heads grinned down, then pursed their lips in a moan as some girls speared themselves on her cocks.

“Isn’t this amazing?” The right-Hazel cooed, while the other looked around, a set of arms gesturing to the debauchery, “And it’s all thanks to you.”

“She’s right,” the left said, “We’d just be some boring workhorse if you didn’t get some naughty ideas. Or maybe not. We might’ve gotten the app and this would’ve happened anyway. Maybe fate wants us to be this way?”

A snicker escaped Destiny. The cock was pulled from her lips, throat gaped and aching for a fat, dog-nipple-dick to suck. Hazel tilted her chin to look her in the faces, two eyebrows arched with intrigue.

“What’s so funny?” They asked in unison, an obvious threat of a good time laden in their voices.

“You would’ve chucked your phone if it happened to you,” Destiny said, smirking.

“True,” the left-Hazel sighed.

“But we can’t have you laughing at your mistresses in public, now can we?” The right pushed her away, using the extra pair of arms to aim all four of her nipples. Two at Destiny’s face, the others at her nipples, “Get ready. We’re gonna make sure you cum your sexy little brain out.”

“Won’t be that hard,” the left giggled. They didn’t wait for Destiny to respond - though it would’ve just been a moan for them to do it - and shoved her face down on two massive cocks. At the same time, her nipple-pussies were stretched taut by their obscene counterparts. As they pushed closer, her own teats were squished and flattened against Hazel’s firm bust. It hurt so fucking good.

Especially as the warmth of pre-cum spread throughout her body. Destiny felt up every inch of her lover’s body that she could reach, while angling her cocks to impale still more waiting cunts. The penetrations rippled through her holes, clamping on the women she’d unintentionally swallowed with her ass and pussy. She moaned like a true slut as her jaw dislocated, stretched past its limit. Pain had lost its meaning, now just a motivator for her fuck or cum even harder.

Which she did with endless vigour. Three by three, she bloated her fans’ into spheres of jizz, their eggs assaulted from all sides by relentless sperm. Hundreds had come to her convention and would leave with a permanent gift that they’d only dreamt of; her children. In nine-months, she’d be the sire of countless young.

“Oh fuck, you’re cumming hard!” The Hazels cried as her pussies and throat convulsed like a pythons coils, choking the cocks for all their seed. Destiny whimpered as the knots inflated inside her, locking them in place and straining her already worn out jaw. But those were mere accents to the real joy she found, that coming from Hazel dumping untold litres of glorious jizz down her throat and into her tit-wombs.

At the same time, her own gallons inundated her fans. All of their voices moaned in tandem, an ear-tingling chorus of bliss, building with every foot their bellies swelled. Even Destiny’s already fecund middle ballooned in time with her breasts. Tens upon tens of thousands of CCs already stretched the shapes, with a similar amount of cum pouring in. Hazel hugged her face in close, undulating her upper torso to smother her flesh in the excess jizz leaking from Destiny’s nostrils.

“Keep it up,” one Hazel said. It was so difficult to differentiate them in the thralls of lust, “Impregnate them all, Destiny. I don’t want to see a flat belly when we leave.”

“Hmm!” Destiny nodded around the rigid cocks and turned her trio onto another set of waiting girls, already stuffed full by tentacles. With Hazel’s constant stimulus and encouragement, it didn’t take long to creampie the new receptacles. And the same with the next. And the ones after them. So on and so forth.

At some point, her body went on auto-pilot. Bellies disfigured by tentacles smoothed out with so much cum, swelling foot after foot. The smallest couldn’t have been any less than twelve feet across, stuffed to the brink, so taut they offered no give even under their weight, and dwarfed Toni as she rolled them out. Even as her stamina flagged, they remained enormous.

“Destiny? Babe?”

“Huh?” Destiny rolled her head around. Every muscle was sluggish, even her eyelids refused to blink properly, but she still managed to clear her vision enough to make out a single Hazel looking down at her.

“Good, you’re not dead,” Hazel chuckled, “Time to go back to our room, sweetie. There’ll be more guests tomorrow, we need to refuel. And other things.”

“Right,” the Amazon murmured and pushed herself up. Not surprisingly, the hall was stuffed with bloated bellies of varying sizes. Only a few were flat, those being Hazel, Monica and Toni’s. She brought a paw to her lover’s middle, lightly scratching around where the womb was and grinned. Once this was over, she’d make sure they wrecked every record her own belly had made. Hazel laid her hand over it, smiling back.

“Soon.”

Destiny slept throughout the night. Her cocks were bound with brutal rings that denied any leakages, forcing cum to build up inside her. The other futanari were similarly caged, all to fulfil the quest and give Hazel another dimension of pleasure. Of course, with so much fucking involved, they farmed so many points it would make their heads spin. Or their loins.

The next day, Destiny pounded all the fresh wombs begging for her seed. Monica and Hazel were slower, exhausted from yesterday, but the Amazon was driven by the all-consuming need to breed. Her desire to grant Hazel’s wish only bolstered it further, granting her strength where she should be exhausted. Nothing would stop her until she guaranteed a litter of her young inside each and every female.

“That’s… the last… one?” Destiny panted after unleashing her final reserves into a fiery redhead with the biggest ass she’d seen on a ‘normal’ person.

“Yep,” Hazel rasped, splayed out amidst a group of quivering women, still in the throes of orgasms from the cum swarming inside them.

“Thank fuck. My dick’s so fucking sore,” Monica said, on her back with her flagging dick in the open. Toni was with her, licking it all over to soothe the angry-red shaft.

“We’d better check the app,” Destiny groaned as her tentacles retracted, winding through dozens of insides and spurring a short orgasm that glazed the redhead beneath her.

“Yeah. We’ll see you two back upstairs!” Hazel called and the pair stumbled out.

Back in their room, after a very necessary shower, Destiny frowned at her phone. There was a bar for the current quest, with the number four flashing above it. Was that how many she had left to go? But she was sure she’d fucked everyone in the hall. Any late arrivals would’ve been flattened by her pheromones and lured in. So who…

“Oh crap…”

“What?” Hazel asked, back to her standard form, hair bunched in a towel but otherwise naked.

“Apparently, we’re also guests.”

“Oh crap,” Hazel groaned, as did the bed when she sat down, “So much for knocking me up properly.”

“Hmm… maybe we can.” Destiny minimised the quest tracker, then gawked at the number of points they’d amassed. She gestured for Hazel to check as well, a similar expression lighting up her face. Eyes locked and wicked grins mirroring each other, a single question hung on their lips.

“Go crazy?” Hazel asked.

“As opposed to normally? Yes!”

Maybe they’d go too far. Maybe the exhaustion would change their lives in the craziest ways possible. Or maybe all that’d result from it was a bit of fun?

Chapter 21

Waking up in a daze sucked. Yesterday’s events blurred together, robbing her of the intensity that should’ve come with them. Sighing, Destiny rolled over the edge and planted her large feet on the ground, gut sticking out beyond her knees. A heavy thump ripped a hiss of pain when her cock flopped over and landed on the floor.

“What happened last night anyway?” She murmured and looked around. Everything, from floor to ceiling, was drenched in cum. The bed faired no better, Hazel’s gigantic knockers standing proud within their pile of jizz. Wasn’t there another one with them? What was her name? Toni, right?

That sounded correct. Taking a deep breath, sucking in the air fermented by cum and sex, she strained to her feet, legs bowed to accommodate her fecundity. She’d pump some more points into strength later, though she had no idea if it’d do anything. At her size, it seemed like no amount of power would be enough.

She was getting sidetracked. Destiny waddled around the bed, feet sloshing through her dense ejaculate, and took a final look at her lover, before heading to the bathroom. No sign of Monica, though that wasn’t uncommon, or Toni. Did she leave already? Destiny opened the bathroom door and found her latest partner, who stared at her, razor buzzing near her face.

“Hey, hey! Occupied!” Toni yelled and slammed the door shut.

“I thought you’d left,” Destiny said, waiting outside.

“I’m not that type of girl.”

“Glad to hear it. Least we could do is make you breakfast.”

“You don’t have to. I-I don’t want to impose or anything.”

“It’s fine. We have plenty of food. And you’re a guest. It’d be pretty shitty if we didn’t.” Destiny rubbed at her gut, wondering how she wasn’t always starving. A body like hers must require so many calories, yet she didn’t feel like she ate that much. Things might’ve just normalised for her.

“Thanks. For that… and last night,” Toni said, the buzzing switching off, “It’s, uh, unfortunate how many people just, you know, switch off because of me.”

“Sucks to be them,” Destiny shrugged, “Everything’s still a blur, but that just means you did great.”

The door opened and Toni’s blushing face peered out, “Appreciate it. Um… wanna shower together?”  A tumescent, jerking length pointed to Destiny’s thighs as a drop of pre-cum escaped.

“As long as we actually get clean in the end. I don’t think Hazel or our roommate would appreciate tracking cum all over the place.”

“Monica? Is she here?” Toni asked, looking around in a mix of concern and intrigue.

“Maybe,” Destiny pushed into the bathroom, massive body blotting out the doorway, and guided Toni to the shower, “Now let’s clean up.”

While Toni couldn’t just fuck her to an orgasm, the girl’s fervent perseverance was something to behold. Destiny bent over, sudsy water cascading over them both, while the much smaller person slammed against her fat cunt over and over and over. A natural ass would jiggle and roll like waves of jelly, but hers just bounced to and fro, wetly smacking against Toni’s chest with enough force to almost knock her down. Though it did nothing to dissuade her as she thrust back equally hard.

Seed spilled into Destiny before she could cum, however Toni wasn’t done. As she emptied herself, she reached between their bodies to manhandle the futa’s pussy lips, which wrapped around Toni and pulled her in deeper. If either were any bigger or smaller, they might’ve swallowed her whole. Destiny held back, wanting to push her new friend.

It didn’t take long for Toni to grab her giant clit. Strokes tore away at Destiny’s restraint, however she held on, even as her pussy gushed around the small cock and filled the bathtub. Equal amounts of pre-cum filled the space, the depraved cocktail climbing up their shins.

“That all you’ve got?” Destiny teased.

“You asked for it,” Toni panted and slid her arms between the massive ass cheeks that squished her chest. Fingers felt around blindly for a minute, then found her pucker.

Anal was nothing to such a lewd creature as Destiny. Her body was designed to be used in whatever corrupt fashion her partner desired. And so, Toni’s hands, elbows and biceps dove inside her ass with only a grunt of effort. As they raced toward Destiny’s second sphincter, then curved into her bowel, the arms squashed the dozens of clits that lined the way. It almost broke her, pussy clamping hard, yet she resisted.

“Not qui… HOLY FUCK! What’re… What’s?! OH SHIT!” Destiny howled. Deep within her anus, Toni’s hands clasped a large bump. The fingers warped her insides to wrap around the shape, then squeezed, the passage and everything else rolling violently as she finally lost the battle. Her rigid kegels abruptly relaxed, then clamped up once again and unleashed all the pleasure she’d fought against. Toni fell back, though her arms remained trapped and was sprayed from head to toe in fem-cum.

Being little more than a side-attraction, Destiny’s cock simply spat a heady load of pre. Her legs quivered, locked in place, while her hips jerked back and forth against an invisible dick ploughing it. Every little muscle spasm triggered a deluge of pussy juice, rapidly filling the tub faster than it could drain.

“I don’t, ooh, know if I wanna get clean now,” Toni chuckled, pulling a cup of thick juice and slurping it up.

Destiny huffed a laugh and sank down on her, ass consuming the girl’s face, “Well, there’s always another time.”

“I’d like that,” Toni sighed and kissed the asshole she’d just fisted.

It took hours and all the hot water, but they managed to properly wash everything. That only left the bedroom. Hazel remained sound asleep in there, so they opted to sit on the couch and leave her alone for the meantime.

“So,” Destiny flicked through shows and services, not really looking for anything, “How long have you been a fan?”

“Since, like, twenty-twenty. Maybe nineteen. I was just starting to figure myself out and looking into… things. That’s when I found you.”

“And how’s everything?” Destiny asked.

“It’s good. Mostly. My mom and dad are still a bit weird about it. Like, they say they’re fine with it, but then they avoid anything to do with me.” Toni crossed her legs, then grimaced, “They’re the reason I haven’t done more yet. I only make so much, you know.”

“I could pay for it,” Destiny offered. Her friend giggled, “I’m serious.” Several seconds passed in silence, Toni’s eyes widening as understanding dawned on her, then turned her shock on the futa.

“You… you gotta be joking.”

“I’m not. I know we’ve just met, but I’m like ninety-five percent sure you’re a good person. You shouldn’t be forced to live as someone else just because of money.”

“I… I appreciate it. Really I do. But that’s too much. I can’t accept it.”

“What if you worked it off? Consider it a loan or something?”

“It’s… I’ll need to think. It’s just… a lot.”

“Take your time. I’m gonna go do some… influencer… stuff. Be back in a bit.”

Destiny headed straight for her computer room where her old phone waited. While Toni wasn’t sure whether to accept her charity, there was another option that didn’t require her input or any money whatsoever. She just needed a picture of Toni to upload. Fortunately, last night included plenty of selfies where Toni was prominent, all of which were backed up to her cloud storage. As she retrieved the best picture, the app pinged her.

New Limited Quest!!

“What a surprise,” Destiny rolled her eyes. She’d long since stopped caring how the app monitored her so closely, always ready to justify whatever decision she was about to make. As she suspected, Unreal Creation had a quest that involved her changing someone to match their true self, “Gee, wonder if that means Toni.”

She didn’t linger and uploaded the image. While she should’ve received Toni’s consent for it, there was little point when her memories would be adjusted to match whatever new reality came from this, and Destiny was confident that she’d do a decent job. Anything Toni didn’t like afterwards could be fixed with a few questions and some more points.

“Okay, that should do it.” Like usual, her heart pounded as her thumb lingered over the final button. Yes, she was sure nothing would go wrong. Even the mess with Hazel had ended up working out in the end, though that was because the app decided to basically fix it for her. She took a deep breath and pressed it, tossed the device aside, then returned to the main room. Or would have if the floor didn’t roll beneath her.

She stabled herself against a wall and swallowed the panic of experiencing an earthquake. Except it felt completely different, being a long, slow shift like stretching taffy. Before her eyes, the once dark tone of her walls shifted to a peppy aqua green tone. She whirled around to check on her computer, but the sudden spin and constant movement below tripped her up. Where she expected her huge ass to cushion her fall, she instead found it embraced by a beanbag chair. And in place of her desk, monitors and pc, there was a projector screen.

“What the hell is happening?” Even her voice was wavy as everything kept changing around her. There was no way changing one person should’ve resulted in such a massive reality alteration. She had to check on Hazel. If something happened to her because of this, she’d never forgive herself.

“Hazel!” Destiny called when she ripped the door open, then choked on her next shout as she registered the world around her.

“Did you need something?” Toni asked from the couch, which had changed to a massive L-shape, enlarged to suit Destiny and Hazel’s asses.

“Uh…”

The layout of the main room was basically the same, just much larger. Her and Hazel’s room now had a door that rose all the way to the ceiling, wide enough for two or three people to comfortably squeeze through, or for one oversized futa. The same had happened to Monica’s door. Amidst those changes, the colours had become more vibrant, designed to accentuate the plentiful sunlight streaming in through equally massive windows. They oversaw a city landscape that she didn’t recognise, but could’ve easily passed for L.A.

“You alright?” Toni asked, suddenly beside her.

Destiny jumped, but corralled her anxiety enough to take in the apparent cause for all these changes. The app had worked flawlessly. Toni wasn’t bad looking before, however there were subtle layers of her upbringing that kept her from being the way she wanted, all of which were nowhere to be seen. In their place was a gorgeous visage that could’ve stopped traffic framed by sharp-cut pink and blue bangs. Although Destiny had given her DD cups and a pert butt that college sluts would envy, she clearly didn’t see them as enough. Implants of a few thousand CCs adorned her bust.

She had to admit, they looked good on her.

“Y-yeah, I’m… fine,” Destiny finally said, “Uh, how are you?”

“Good,” Toni frowned, “You sure you’re alright?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” Destiny forced a smile. While nothing seemed immediately wrong with her life, there could be any number of unknown changes.

“You’re worried about today’s shoot, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes! Exactly,” Destiny chuckled, then registered the words, “What shoot?”

Monica’s door opened before Toni could answer and out stepped the magnificent tiger-taur in nothing but a tank top. Her muzzle tilted up as she approached the pair, then yanked Toni up and down into her cleavage, holding the girl in place with just her boobs. They nuzzled and kissed, oblivious for the moment.

“Morning, ladies,” Monica said, a subtle growl in her voice that vibrated through Destiny’s chest.

“Morning,” Destiny whispered.

“Something wrong?” The tigress asked.

“No, I’m good! I’m gonna go find Hazel. See ya.”

Once the huge door separated them, she fell to the floor and rocked in place, repeating the age-old mantra of “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckfuckwhatthe…”

Then her breath hitched when small hands lifted her ears and face, filling her vision with Hazel’s radiance. Close behind, the upper implants came into view and invited her in.

“It’s okay,” Hazel cooed, stroking her hair until Destiny’s breathing evened out, “What’s up?”

“I just… I have no idea what’s going on anymore.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Hazel said, “So, want me to run through the plan?”

“Uh huh,” Destiny nodded, gazing into her love’s eyes, knowing they held all the answers she could ever need.

“So, we’re doing our first ever full-on shoot today. It makes sense; we can only do so much softcore stuff on OnlyFans. You’re allowed to be a bit nervous, but it’s real simple really. We’ve just gotta do what we do all the time… just in front of a bunch of cameras.”

“We’re… on… Only… FANS?!” Destiny blinked. First, she was an influencer, despite having little to no idea how that worked exactly - all she did was post the occasional photo of herself, and now she was on OnlyFans. That… it… how? She never even considered doing porn.

So what changed?

“We’re lucky to have met Toni at the convention. She’s awesome with cameras and all that shit.”

Toni! Of course. Whether by omnipotent design or pure, stupid coincidence, giving her the body she’d always wanted had woven Toni into their lives even further. To the point that it brought Destiny to fucking OnlyFans. That was so stupid. Even if it was online, having strangers drooling over her was just gross. She had to tell them ‘no’. This just…

“Come on,” Hazel said and tugged her up, “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“You have?”

“Of course. Haven’t you?”

“Not really.”

“Seriously? This isn’t just you and me like normal. We’re all fucking.”

“Huh?”

Hazel rolled her eyes and lifted her hands, then raised two fingers on each, “You and me. Toni and Monica,” she wriggled them for each couple, before she scissored them together, punctuating each following word, “We. Are. Gonna. Fuck.”

“Can… can’t you do that with them? I don’t really… feel comfortable… you know?”

“Hey,” Hazel pushed down to her knees, eyes suddenly intense as a forge, “You’re overthinking things again. We’ve fucked in public, remember? This is basically no different.”

“Yeah it is,” Destiny wouldn’t meet her gaze, “This time it’ll be filmed. So many people are gonna see it and… do stuff with it.”

“Babe, I love you. And you know that, if I believed you, I’d never force you into this. But remember when you did your first OnlyFans post? Or the first time you showed your tits online? You were just like this. Now look where we are.”

“But…”

Hazel kissed her hard, “I promise you; if you don’t have fun, we won’t release it.”

“Really?”

“Cross my heart. Now then, come with me and let us adore you.”

Destiny nodded, “Okay. I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask,” Hazel kissed her cheek, “But if you don’t at least make me cum so hard I pass out, you’re gonna get it later.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

The setup was elaborate. Half a dozen cameras were pointed at the couch, strategically placed to avoid the windows, and capture nearly every angle possible. There’d be no hiding. Several sheets were dotted around the walls, dulling the light they reflected. Foam pads were placed among them. Toni clapped a hand against Monica’s ass, the smack barely reverberating.

“Good. It’s pretty simple, but that should do,” Toni said.

“Simple?” Destiny instantly had a new respect for her. Just trying to track every camera was enough to give her a migraine.

“Right, let’s get started,” Toni announced and Hazel joined them in the circle of mechanical eyes recording them.

“I think she needs a proper incentive,” Hazel said and abandoned her clothes, closely followed by the other two, inspiring a small lurch from her pants. The trio had enough tits between them to make all of Japan busty, Monica’s resting on the much shorter girls. Under her belly, a large beast awoke and spilled from its prison, crawling toward the front. Neither Toni or Hazel missed it as they sank to their knees before the furry futa.

Destiny licked her lips, her own member bloating up in envy. All their eyes locked to hers, so enticing, but she remained in place. Even as Hazel crawled to Monica’s rump and cradled the balls, huffing up the feral musk, she was frozen as the arousal pumped through her veins. Toni took the front and lifted it to her lips.

The enormous, pink and spiky length throbbed even larger until it easily outmatched her. Each spine alone made her fingers seem small. Yet Toni wasn’t intimidated. In fact, she wiped at her lips while she drooled elsewhere. Did they fuck? Those spines must’ve felt amazing in such a tight space.

It leapt from her hands as Hazel’s face vanished from view. Her hands roamed over the massive spheres, yet it was clear her lips weren’t there. Monica’s tail lifted high, hairs standing on end, yet her face was one of lurid pleasure. She caught Destiny’s gaze, then turned to present her side to the pregnant Amazon, whose jaw fell and cock lurched upright to smack her in the face. Pre-cum streamed down its length, onto her head.

Soft whirring stole her attention for a moment as the cameras moved to keep every second of depravity in view. Toni’s grunts brought her back to the action, which had already progressed to the girl stuffing her face with Monica’s pointed crown. Even tapered, it forced her cheeks to puff out and her jaw to distend like a snake. It only got worse with every inch.

Before long, Toni’s throat bulged out in several directions from the spines sticking out. She kept pushing deeper, arms taut as they pulled her further back, toward Hazel, who was completely devoted to her duty of tonguing the tiger-taur’s rear end. Monica turned a little further, revealing the wet pucker and Hazel’s lips wrapped around it. Just below that, her hand pumped to and fro inside a set of sodden folds.

“Feel free to jump in any time,” Monica said, being the only one with a free mouth. What would it feel like on her cock or tentacle?

“I’m… good… yeah,” Destiny said, though her cock whipped around on her in frustration. A spurt of pre doused her face.

“If you say so,” Monica promptly stuffed her stumpy muzzle with a breast, sucking long and hard on it.

“Not fair…” Destiny mumbled and wiped at her face. Her eyes flitted back to the cameras, mind becoming a scale weighing the decisions before her. The one that made the most sense was to just walk away, fuck herself and figure out just what the hell had become of her life. But the vastly more enticing option was to jump in and cram her tentacle up Toni’s ass, snake it through and into Hazel’s, then into Monica’s, while her cock pounded her lover’s cunt and pumped her full of potent cum. In fact, she wouldn’t mind doing it to all of them one after the other.

Hazel took centre stage once more as she pushed Monica’s hind legs down. It forced her balls to spread out behind her, creating a small step for the girl, who steadied herself with one hand, as the other stroked her giant clit-dick. Lining it up, her face twisted into ecstasy as she slammed home.

Monica yowled at the penetration and her cock jerked hard enough to pull her forward. Toni’s body crumpled underneath her weight, yet still she crawled onward, the bulge in her throat going deeper until it distended her gut into a flesh condom. Jealousy throbbed harder throughout Destiny’s python-esque cock, the tigress’s situation getting more lurid as she slobbered over both of her nipples.

All her resistance cracked and blew into dust as Toni pushed onward until, impossibly - just like everything the app tampered with - her asshole protruded and dilated and birthed Monica’s ruddy pink shaft. That level of elasticity wasn’t something Destiny gave her, which meant the app had acted on its own. Again.

Did she really have any control of her life? She’d given Hazel plenty of that already, but the app didn’t care about her choices, not really anyway. Though she did enjoy the extra pussies truth be told, so that was a blessing of sorts. Maybe it just knew her wants better than she did? And in that case, did it know she wanted to be recorded for hundreds of thousands - millions - of perverts to masturbate to? The software was something beyond human after all. Perhaps it was a ‘gift’ from a god? Then what?

She knew enough from bible studies that refusing a god rarely ended well. But so did obeying. In other words, she was fucked either way.  So why not do the fucking herself?

“I’m only justifying it to myself aren’t I?” Destiny whispered, the sound almost lost even to her ears when the trio moaned even louder. She shouldn’t have bothered fighting it, she only ended up giving into her libido yet again.

The three were too consumed in their actions to notice her step into the circle. The cameras noticed and tracked her as she moved behind Hazel, then tugged her head back into a sloppy kiss, where over a foot of tongue vanished down her gullet. Opposite that, Destiny’s tentacle squelched into the open, only to bury itself up her lover’s ass and race through the winding passages within. Hazel just moaned, eyes rolling and hips quivering like a woman possessed. Then, with a visceral wet splash, Destiny’s cock rammed into her cunt.

“You can’t tease me like that,” Destiny mumbled around her tongue, still pushing more of it down. Her tentacle created obscene patterns as it stretched out Hazel’s guts, thickening slightly every second it spent questing deeper. She undulated her cock, pumping in until she was out of length, yanking it all the way out, then punching back into the womb and higher. The tube it created rose between her four tits and grazed their cheeks.

No matter how big her hands, Destiny could never fully hold her lover’s breasts. Instead, she settled for roaming across them, tugging the nipples in every direction. Maybe she should have four tits too? If she made Hazel’s nipples bigger, they could fuck her tit-pussies as they rutted like rabid animals.

“That’s not fair,” Monica said, looking back them. Her asshole suckled on Hazel’s stationary clit, trying to make it fuck her again, “I need love too, ya know.”

But how? All of Destiny’s limbs were in use, and the position was too awkward for her arms or legs to be any help. While she ruminated on the predicament, her belly gurgled, ripples spreading across the surface. She idly rubbed it, tentacle, cock and tongue still plunging away at her lover, before yipping as her own pussy opened wide. Her eyes widened, keening moans vibrating her chest, then she registered them; more tentacles. Since when did she gestate more of them?

Hazel’s own eyes shot open when they explored her legs. Surprise faded, replaced by understanding. Yet another change brought on by the app. Destiny sighed and focused on the pleasure, leaving the new tentacles to fulfil Monica’s wish as they crammed into her snatch. She’d try figuring out how many there were later on.

With everyone fully engaged, the foursome began in earnest. While Toni couldn’t interact much, she moaned her hardest, sliding to and fro so her asshole constantly squelched with Monica’s pre-cum. Meanwhile, Destiny and Hazel were wrapped in their own world, bodies made for each other - by each other -  as more tentacle meat delved into Monica’s cunt. Every second, their fervour increased.

Juices pooled on the floor and splattered the nearby furniture. Hazel’s stomach was a writhing mass of tentacle and tongue, both of which extended from her mouth and into Destiny’s, their lips never apart. So many sensations bombarded her senses. From the firm spheres in her hands and squishy nipples between her fingers, to the slimy depths clenching around her cock and tentacles. At first she could barely discern between her and Hazel’s insides as her womb tendril extended further and further, but it was clear her own were far more open. Whereas her lover’s intestines clung to her like latex.

Monica quickly succumbed to her own pleasures. Her hind legs tensed up, then bounced up high enough to almost remove Hazel’s clit, sliding over a foot of her own dick from Toni’s throat, before gravity pushed down with a deafening smack. Though Destiny’s view was obscured, she could easily imagine her roommate’s cock erupting from Toni’s rear over and over. The Amazonian-canine-futa laid a hand on Monica’s rump, then timed a powerful slap to her descent.

It rang in her ears. As did the choked moaning from Hazel, and Toni’s retches, and Monica’s moaning, and her own yelping and panting and squelching of her cocks and…

Yet those were just one part of it. The air reeked of all their sexes. A pungent aroma of cock that flattened her sinuses like a bulldozer mingled with the alluring scent of ripe, breedable, squirting cunts just begging for seed. Destiny ran her hands down to Hazel’s grotesquely writhing gut, constantly shifting with the tentacle doubling in on itself, and imagined it like her own; huge, round and teeming with life. Just not a bunch of tentacle creatures.

The idea stuck and inspired her cock to thrust ever faster. Her abdomen had flattened substantially as her tentacles piled into different holes, leaving a slight roundness with four distinct bumps on the sides, two of which far outsized the others. Those shapes gurgled and swelled, rapidly producing seed to fuel her desire to breed. She started thrusting with her hips as well, slapping her body against Hazel’s.

Moving her grip to the four-breasted beauty’s hips, Destiny pounded with unrelenting fervour. Monica increased her tempo as well, yowling in pleasure as the thrusts moved Hazel’s clit even faster. It also moved at an angle, stretching her ass in different directions with every push.

Deep within the couple, Destiny’s tentacle completed its fourth loop. They were locked together, given only enough leeway for the feral mating, mouths and asses linked by the fat, fleshy rope. Both their guts squirmed with its length, adding a deliriously depraved sensation to the already lurid situation.

“I’m gonna cum,” Destiny slurred, barely understandable with her mouth stuffed so full. Hazel couldn’t even speak, her smaller maw at the brink already, yet eager for more. She still conveyed the same sentiment, pussy collapsing around the cock and dousing the floor in more fem-cum, while her fat clit throbbed and stretched Monica’s ass even wider. The other two weren’t any more coherent, faces either stuffed with dick or contorted into masks of ecstasy.

A few minutes later and Destiny still hadn’t blown. Her efforts hadn’t slowed, nor was Hazel denying her release, she just wouldn’t cum. Neither did Monica. The females, on the other hand, were squirting all over the place. A pervasive ache formed in Destiny’s gut, balls pulsating furiously. The urge to cum pumped through her veins, transforming from a simple desire to an all consuming need. Like if she failed to do so, then her whole world would implode.

Then she noticed Hazel looking at her with a smile in her eyes, taunting the futa. Something snapped. The darkest, most feral corner of Destiny’s mind broke loose and tore through every fragment of control Hazel held over her, leaving only the ultimate need to knock up this curvy minx. To breed her until nothing but dust came out. And until they were adrift on a yacht made from Hazel’s womb.

Even the unmatched shortstack didn’t expect the sudden flurry of thrusts. They weren’t short or weak either, every stab into her depths carrying enough force to knock Monica’s huge frame forward, only stopping when she fell forward to brace against the floor, face directly in front of a camera. None of those mattered to Destiny anymore as she fucked toward a messy climax.

“Take it!” Destiny howled, tentacles doubling in girth as her gut clenched hard and steaming hot, sperm-rich semen soared through her cock, which similarly swelled, stretching Hazel further. A precursor to the real deluge, ready to stain her womb in white and expand it into a matronly globe.

“Takeittakeittakeittakeittakeittakeit!!!” Destiny shouted, hips not stopping even when her urethra gaped wide and unleashed all her pent up seed.

A filthy slurp preceded the crash of metal as Hazel’s belly pushed Monica away and off her clit. The tiger didn’t pay it any mind, rolling onto her back with Toni still impaled. She held the human in place and pounded her, finally shooting her own sticky load in and outside the female. They were only a side act, though, as Destiny’s cock lurched and spewed gallons upon gallons of cum into Hazel’s once small frame.

What started as a tube standing high overhead, quickly became a rotund sphere that pushed her four tits up to smother her face. The shape of Destiny’s tentacle, still pounding at their guts from within, was lost in the expansion. It surpassed her breast in moments, then all four as it sank to the ground and pushed them up. Destiny locked her limbs around as much of her lover as possible, refusing to let go until every drop was spent.

Well before that, Monica was empty. Her flaccid shaft slipped from Toni’s lips, spines briefly catching on her teeth, and pulled a tide of off-white sludge with it. The pair cuddled in their mess, heedless to how it stuck to her hair and fur respectively, focused on watching Destiny rise higher atop Hazel’s mammoth cum-belly. There’d be no stopping them. All they could do was watch and wait for the end.

Yet it didn’t seem likely. Without Monica’s womb to house them, Destiny’s newly discovered tentacles rounded back on them, or rather, on their mother. As her flow abated, filling Hazel just an inch bigger, they plunged into her additional pussies and expanded. Destiny howled around the prehensile invader. Her whole body convulsed and her claws dug deep into Hazel’s flesh, leaving angry red marks behind.

If she noticed, it didn’t bother her as Hazel joined the euphoric cries. Her clit flexed wildly, smacking into her still expanding abdomen, while her fat pussy lips hosed Destiny’s crotch and legs in squirt. Inch after inch piled onto her already gigantic shape, easily wider than Destiny was tall by then, and only growing.

“Oh shit,” Toni said, too exhausted to move even as Hazel’s belly swelled beyond the circle of cameras. Several were knocked down, others doing their duty as they awaited their fate. Just minutes later and they joined the mess on the floor. Soon, only the top cameras remained to action, but they too neared the danger zone as Destiny pumped her fuller, rising up to match her normal height. And still her reserves held strong.

“I’m sorry,” Destiny said once the ordeal was over.

“That’s the millionth time you’ve said that. Don’t worry about it, okay?” Toni said.

“But I…”

“‘But’ nothing, bitch. We got the most depraved shit on the fucking internet and, unlike the anything close, it’s not animated. We’re sitting on a goldmine.”

“You’re… uh… really into this, huh?”

“Well, I better be. It is the reason we met,” Toni shrugged, not looking away from the monitor as she spliced together the various angles to create what she called a ‘work of genius’. While many of the cameras were damaged, the SD cards had survived.

“Y-yeah. I’ll, uh, let you get on with it.”

Destiny walked out into the aftermath of her… she didn’t what to call it. The whole thing really was just a blur. At least after she spawned those new tentacles. Her nipple and navel-pussies still ached from the pounding. Though she doubted they felt anything like what Hazel had gone through.

“Hey,” Hazel said from her perch.

“Hey… you alright?”

“I’m wonderful,” the shortstack sighed dreamily and rubbed at the vastness of her belly. Monica appeared from behind, carrying a five gallon bucket full of cum, while another one collected more. Walking over, Destiny only had to turn her gaze down to look at her partner.

“You’re sure? I went a little crazy.”

“I hoped you would,” Hazel gestured her over and nuzzled against her, “Why do you think I kept you from cumming?”

“How?”

“Raw talent,” Hazel said.

“Fair enough,” Destiny leaned against her, breathing deep and partaking in the visceral scent of their love making.

“Next time, I want a proper gangbang.”

“Huh?”

“I wanna fuck Toni, while you and Monica fuck me. And every other combination of that. On camera, of course.”

“O… okay.” Destiny didn’t have the will to refuse after what she just did. Filmed or not, they’d probably do that anyway. Why not monetise it? She was sure that’d become a new mantra of hers for anything involving the cameras.

“Glad to hear it. And don’t worry, you’ll get more comfortable over time. Then you won’t even know they’re there. Plus, I’ll always be with you.”

“Thanks,” Destiny yawned, the warm skin she leaned against so comforting. As was the constant, soft sounds of her cum emptying out. She nuzzled into it, muscles relaxing as Hazel whispered sweet nothings to her.

Whatever happened to her life, she’d always have Hazel. That was the only constant she needed in her life. So long as Hazel wanted the same.

Chapter 20

Waking up in a daze sucked. Yesterday’s events blurred together, robbing her of the intensity that should’ve come with them. Sighing, Destiny rolled over the edge and planted her large feet on the ground, gut sticking out beyond her knees. A heavy thump ripped a hiss of pain when her cock flopped over and landed on the floor.

“What happened last night anyway?” She murmured and looked around. Everything, from floor to ceiling, was drenched in cum. The bed faired no better, Hazel’s gigantic knockers standing proud within their pile of jizz. Wasn’t there another one with them? What was her name? Toni, right?

That sounded correct. Taking a deep breath, sucking in the air fermented by cum and sex, she strained to her feet, legs bowed to accommodate her fecundity. She’d pump some more points into strength later, though she had no idea if it’d do anything. At her size, it seemed like no amount of power would be enough.

She was getting sidetracked. Destiny waddled around the bed, feet sloshing through her dense ejaculate, and took a final look at her lover, before heading to the bathroom. No sign of Monica, though that wasn’t uncommon, or Toni. Did she leave already? Destiny opened the bathroom door and found her latest partner, who stared at her, razor buzzing near her face.

“Hey, hey! Occupied!” Toni yelled and slammed the door shut.

“I thought you’d left,” Destiny said, waiting outside.

“I’m not that type of girl.”

“Glad to hear it. Least we could do is make you breakfast.”

“You don’t have to. I-I don’t want to impose or anything.”

“It’s fine. We have plenty of food. And you’re a guest. It’d be pretty shitty if we didn’t.” Destiny rubbed at her gut, wondering how she wasn’t always starving. A body like hers must require so many calories, yet she didn’t feel like she ate that much. Things might’ve just normalised for her.

“Thanks. For that… and last night,” Toni said, the buzzing switching off, “It’s, uh, unfortunate how many people just, you know, switch off because of me.”

“Sucks to be them,” Destiny shrugged, “Everything’s still a blur, but that just means you did great.”

The door opened and Toni’s blushing face peered out, “Appreciate it. Um… wanna shower together?”  A tumescent, jerking length pointed to Destiny’s thighs as a drop of pre-cum escaped.

“As long as we actually get clean in the end. I don’t think Hazel or our roommate would appreciate tracking cum all over the place.”

“Monica? Is she here?” Toni asked, looking around in a mix of concern and intrigue.

“Maybe,” Destiny pushed into the bathroom, massive body blotting out the doorway, and guided Toni to the shower, “Now let’s clean up.”

While Toni couldn’t just fuck her to an orgasm, the girl’s fervent perseverance was something to behold. Destiny bent over, sudsy water cascading over them both, while the much smaller person slammed against her fat cunt over and over and over. A natural ass would jiggle and roll like waves of jelly, but hers just bounced to and fro, wetly smacking against Toni’s chest with enough force to almost knock her down. Though it did nothing to dissuade her as she thrust back equally hard.

Seed spilled into Destiny before she could cum, however Toni wasn’t done. As she emptied herself, she reached between their bodies to manhandle the futa’s pussy lips, which wrapped around Toni and pulled her in deeper. If either were any bigger or smaller, they might’ve swallowed her whole. Destiny held back, wanting to push her new friend.

It didn’t take long for Toni to grab her giant clit. Strokes tore away at Destiny’s restraint, however she held on, even as her pussy gushed around the small cock and filled the bathtub. Equal amounts of pre-cum filled the space, the depraved cocktail climbing up their shins.

“That all you’ve got?” Destiny teased.

“You asked for it,” Toni panted and slid her arms between the massive ass cheeks that squished her chest. Fingers felt around blindly for a minute, then found her pucker.

Anal was nothing to such a lewd creature as Destiny. Her body was designed to be used in whatever corrupt fashion her partner desired. And so, Toni’s hands, elbows and biceps dove inside her ass with only a grunt of effort. As they raced toward Destiny’s second sphincter, then curved into her bowel, the arms squashed the dozens of clits that lined the way. It almost broke her, pussy clamping hard, yet she resisted.

“Not qui… HOLY FUCK! What’re… What’s?! OH SHIT!” Destiny howled. Deep within her anus, Toni’s hands clasped a large bump. The fingers warped her insides to wrap around the shape, then squeezed, the passage and everything else rolling violently as she finally lost the battle. Her rigid kegels abruptly relaxed, then clamped up once again and unleashed all the pleasure she’d fought against. Toni fell back, though her arms remained trapped and was sprayed from head to toe in fem-cum.

Being little more than a side-attraction, Destiny’s cock simply spat a heady load of pre. Her legs quivered, locked in place, while her hips jerked back and forth against an invisible dick ploughing it. Every little muscle spasm triggered a deluge of pussy juice, rapidly filling the tub faster than it could drain.

“I don’t, ooh, know if I wanna get clean now,” Toni chuckled, pulling a cup of thick juice and slurping it up.

Destiny huffed a laugh and sank down on her, ass consuming the girl’s face, “Well, there’s always another time.”

“I’d like that,” Toni sighed and kissed the asshole she’d just fisted.

It took hours and all the hot water, but they managed to properly wash everything. That only left the bedroom. Hazel remained sound asleep in there, so they opted to sit on the couch and leave her alone for the meantime.

“So,” Destiny flicked through shows and services, not really looking for anything, “How long have you been a fan?”

“Since, like, twenty-twenty. Maybe nineteen. I was just starting to figure myself out and looking into… things. That’s when I found you.”

“And how’s everything?” Destiny asked.

“It’s good. Mostly. My mom and dad are still a bit weird about it. Like, they say they’re fine with it, but then they avoid anything to do with me.” Toni crossed her legs, then grimaced, “They’re the reason I haven’t done more yet. I only make so much, you know.”

“I could pay for it,” Destiny offered. Her friend giggled, “I’m serious.” Several seconds passed in silence, Toni’s eyes widening as understanding dawned on her, then turned her shock on the futa.

“You… you gotta be joking.”

“I’m not. I know we’ve just met, but I’m like ninety-five percent sure you’re a good person. You shouldn’t be forced to live as someone else just because of money.”

“I… I appreciate it. Really I do. But that’s too much. I can’t accept it.”

“What if you worked it off? Consider it a loan or something?”

“It’s… I’ll need to think. It’s just… a lot.”

“Take your time. I’m gonna go do some… influencer… stuff. Be back in a bit.”

Destiny headed straight for her computer room where her old phone waited. While Toni wasn’t sure whether to accept her charity, there was another option that didn’t require her input or any money whatsoever. She just needed a picture of Toni to upload. Fortunately, last night included plenty of selfies where Toni was prominent, all of which were backed up to her cloud storage. As she retrieved the best picture, the app pinged her.

New Limited Quest!!

“What a surprise,” Destiny rolled her eyes. She’d long since stopped caring how the app monitored her so closely, always ready to justify whatever decision she was about to make. As she suspected, Unreal Creation had a quest that involved her changing someone to match their true self, “Gee, wonder if that means Toni.”

She didn’t linger and uploaded the image. While she should’ve received Toni’s consent for it, there was little point when her memories would be adjusted to match whatever new reality came from this, and Destiny was confident that she’d do a decent job. Anything Toni didn’t like afterwards could be fixed with a few questions and some more points.

“Okay, that should do it.” Like usual, her heart pounded as her thumb lingered over the final button. Yes, she was sure nothing would go wrong. Even the mess with Hazel had ended up working out in the end, though that was because the app decided to basically fix it for her. She took a deep breath and pressed it, tossed the device aside, then returned to the main room. Or would have if the floor didn’t roll beneath her.

She stabled herself against a wall and swallowed the panic of experiencing an earthquake. Except it felt completely different, being a long, slow shift like stretching taffy. Before her eyes, the once dark tone of her walls shifted to a peppy aqua green tone. She whirled around to check on her computer, but the sudden spin and constant movement below tripped her up. Where she expected her huge ass to cushion her fall, she instead found it embraced by a beanbag chair. And in place of her desk, monitors and pc, there was a projector screen.

“What the hell is happening?” Even her voice was wavy as everything kept changing around her. There was no way changing one person should’ve resulted in such a massive reality alteration. She had to check on Hazel. If something happened to her because of this, she’d never forgive herself.

“Hazel!” Destiny called when she ripped the door open, then choked on her next shout as she registered the world around her.

“Did you need something?” Toni asked from the couch, which had changed to a massive L-shape, enlarged to suit Destiny and Hazel’s asses.

“Uh…”

The layout of the main room was basically the same, just much larger. Her and Hazel’s room now had a door that rose all the way to the ceiling, wide enough for two or three people to comfortably squeeze through, or for one oversized futa. The same had happened to Monica’s door. Amidst those changes, the colours had become more vibrant, designed to accentuate the plentiful sunlight streaming in through equally massive windows. They oversaw a city landscape that she didn’t recognise, but could’ve easily passed for L.A.

“You alright?” Toni asked, suddenly beside her.

Destiny jumped, but corralled her anxiety enough to take in the apparent cause for all these changes. The app had worked flawlessly. Toni wasn’t bad looking before, however there were subtle layers of her upbringing that kept her from being the way she wanted, all of which were nowhere to be seen. In their place was a gorgeous visage that could’ve stopped traffic framed by sharp-cut pink and blue bangs. Although Destiny had given her DD cups and a pert butt that college sluts would envy, she clearly didn’t see them as enough. Implants of a few thousand CCs adorned her bust.

She had to admit, they looked good on her.

“Y-yeah, I’m… fine,” Destiny finally said, “Uh, how are you?”

“Good,” Toni frowned, “You sure you’re alright?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” Destiny forced a smile. While nothing seemed immediately wrong with her life, there could be any number of unknown changes.

“You’re worried about today’s shoot, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes! Exactly,” Destiny chuckled, then registered the words, “What shoot?”

Monica’s door opened before Toni could answer and out stepped the magnificent tiger-taur in nothing but a tank top. Her muzzle tilted up as she approached the pair, then yanked Toni up and down into her cleavage, holding the girl in place with just her boobs. They nuzzled and kissed, oblivious for the moment.

“Morning, ladies,” Monica said, a subtle growl in her voice that vibrated through Destiny’s chest.

“Morning,” Destiny whispered.

“Something wrong?” The tigress asked.

“No, I’m good! I’m gonna go find Hazel. See ya.”

Once the huge door separated them, she fell to the floor and rocked in place, repeating the age-old mantra of “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckfuckwhatthe…”

Then her breath hitched when small hands lifted her ears and face, filling her vision with Hazel’s radiance. Close behind, the upper implants came into view and invited her in.

“It’s okay,” Hazel cooed, stroking her hair until Destiny’s breathing evened out, “What’s up?”

“I just… I have no idea what’s going on anymore.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Hazel said, “So, want me to run through the plan?”

“Uh huh,” Destiny nodded, gazing into her love’s eyes, knowing they held all the answers she could ever need.

“So, we’re doing our first ever full-on shoot today. It makes sense; we can only do so much softcore stuff on OnlyFans. You’re allowed to be a bit nervous, but it’s real simple really. We’ve just gotta do what we do all the time… just in front of a bunch of cameras.”

“We’re… on… Only… FANS?!” Destiny blinked. First, she was an influencer, despite having little to no idea how that worked exactly - all she did was post the occasional photo of herself, and now she was on OnlyFans. That… it… how? She never even considered doing porn.

So what changed?

“We’re lucky to have met Toni at the convention. She’s awesome with cameras and all that shit.”

Toni! Of course. Whether by omnipotent design or pure, stupid coincidence, giving her the body she’d always wanted had woven Toni into their lives even further. To the point that it brought Destiny to fucking OnlyFans. That was so stupid. Even if it was online, having strangers drooling over her was just gross. She had to tell them ‘no’. This just…

“Come on,” Hazel said and tugged her up, “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“You have?”

“Of course. Haven’t you?”

“Not really.”

“Seriously? This isn’t just you and me like normal. We’re all fucking.”

“Huh?”

Hazel rolled her eyes and lifted her hands, then raised two fingers on each, “You and me. Toni and Monica,” she wriggled them for each couple, before she scissored them together, punctuating each following word, “We. Are. Gonna. Fuck.”

“Can… can’t you do that with them? I don’t really… feel comfortable… you know?”

“Hey,” Hazel pushed down to her knees, eyes suddenly intense as a forge, “You’re overthinking things again. We’ve fucked in public, remember? This is basically no different.”

“Yeah it is,” Destiny wouldn’t meet her gaze, “This time it’ll be filmed. So many people are gonna see it and… do stuff with it.”

“Babe, I love you. And you know that, if I believed you, I’d never force you into this. But remember when you did your first OnlyFans post? Or the first time you showed your tits online? You were just like this. Now look where we are.”

“But…”

Hazel kissed her hard, “I promise you; if you don’t have fun, we won’t release it.”

“Really?”

“Cross my heart. Now then, come with me and let us adore you.”

Destiny nodded, “Okay. I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask,” Hazel kissed her cheek, “But if you don’t at least make me cum so hard I pass out, you’re gonna get it later.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

The setup was elaborate. Half a dozen cameras were pointed at the couch, strategically placed to avoid the windows, and capture nearly every angle possible. There’d be no hiding. Several sheets were dotted around the walls, dulling the light they reflected. Foam pads were placed among them. Toni clapped a hand against Monica’s ass, the smack barely reverberating.

“Good. It’s pretty simple, but that should do,” Toni said.

“Simple?” Destiny instantly had a new respect for her. Just trying to track every camera was enough to give her a migraine.

“Right, let’s get started,” Toni announced and Hazel joined them in the circle of mechanical eyes recording them.

“I think she needs a proper incentive,” Hazel said and abandoned her clothes, closely followed by the other two, inspiring a small lurch from her pants. The trio had enough tits between them to make all of Japan busty, Monica’s resting on the much shorter girls. Under her belly, a large beast awoke and spilled from its prison, crawling toward the front. Neither Toni or Hazel missed it as they sank to their knees before the furry futa.

Destiny licked her lips, her own member bloating up in envy. All their eyes locked to hers, so enticing, but she remained in place. Even as Hazel crawled to Monica’s rump and cradled the balls, huffing up the feral musk, she was frozen as the arousal pumped through her veins. Toni took the front and lifted it to her lips.

The enormous, pink and spiky length throbbed even larger until it easily outmatched her. Each spine alone made her fingers seem small. Yet Toni wasn’t intimidated. In fact, she wiped at her lips while she drooled elsewhere. Did they fuck? Those spines must’ve felt amazing in such a tight space.

It leapt from her hands as Hazel’s face vanished from view. Her hands roamed over the massive spheres, yet it was clear her lips weren’t there. Monica’s tail lifted high, hairs standing on end, yet her face was one of lurid pleasure. She caught Destiny’s gaze, then turned to present her side to the pregnant Amazon, whose jaw fell and cock lurched upright to smack her in the face. Pre-cum streamed down its length, onto her head.

Soft whirring stole her attention for a moment as the cameras moved to keep every second of depravity in view. Toni’s grunts brought her back to the action, which had already progressed to the girl stuffing her face with Monica’s pointed crown. Even tapered, it forced her cheeks to puff out and her jaw to distend like a snake. It only got worse with every inch.

Before long, Toni’s throat bulged out in several directions from the spines sticking out. She kept pushing deeper, arms taut as they pulled her further back, toward Hazel, who was completely devoted to her duty of tonguing the tiger-taur’s rear end. Monica turned a little further, revealing the wet pucker and Hazel’s lips wrapped around it. Just below that, her hand pumped to and fro inside a set of sodden folds.

“Feel free to jump in any time,” Monica said, being the only one with a free mouth. What would it feel like on her cock or tentacle?

“I’m… good… yeah,” Destiny said, though her cock whipped around on her in frustration. A spurt of pre doused her face.

“If you say so,” Monica promptly stuffed her stumpy muzzle with a breast, sucking long and hard on it.

“Not fair…” Destiny mumbled and wiped at her face. Her eyes flitted back to the cameras, mind becoming a scale weighing the decisions before her. The one that made the most sense was to just walk away, fuck herself and figure out just what the hell had become of her life. But the vastly more enticing option was to jump in and cram her tentacle up Toni’s ass, snake it through and into Hazel’s, then into Monica’s, while her cock pounded her lover’s cunt and pumped her full of potent cum. In fact, she wouldn’t mind doing it to all of them one after the other.

Hazel took centre stage once more as she pushed Monica’s hind legs down. It forced her balls to spread out behind her, creating a small step for the girl, who steadied herself with one hand, as the other stroked her giant clit-dick. Lining it up, her face twisted into ecstasy as she slammed home.

Monica yowled at the penetration and her cock jerked hard enough to pull her forward. Toni’s body crumpled underneath her weight, yet still she crawled onward, the bulge in her throat going deeper until it distended her gut into a flesh condom. Jealousy throbbed harder throughout Destiny’s python-esque cock, the tigress’s situation getting more lurid as she slobbered over both of her nipples.

All her resistance cracked and blew into dust as Toni pushed onward until, impossibly - just like everything the app tampered with - her asshole protruded and dilated and birthed Monica’s ruddy pink shaft. That level of elasticity wasn’t something Destiny gave her, which meant the app had acted on its own. Again.

Did she really have any control of her life? She’d given Hazel plenty of that already, but the app didn’t care about her choices, not really anyway. Though she did enjoy the extra pussies truth be told, so that was a blessing of sorts. Maybe it just knew her wants better than she did? And in that case, did it know she wanted to be recorded for hundreds of thousands - millions - of perverts to masturbate to? The software was something beyond human after all. Perhaps it was a ‘gift’ from a god? Then what?

She knew enough from bible studies that refusing a god rarely ended well. But so did obeying. In other words, she was fucked either way.  So why not do the fucking herself?

“I’m only justifying it to myself aren’t I?” Destiny whispered, the sound almost lost even to her ears when the trio moaned even louder. She shouldn’t have bothered fighting it, she only ended up giving into her libido yet again.

The three were too consumed in their actions to notice her step into the circle. The cameras noticed and tracked her as she moved behind Hazel, then tugged her head back into a sloppy kiss, where over a foot of tongue vanished down her gullet. Opposite that, Destiny’s tentacle squelched into the open, only to bury itself up her lover’s ass and race through the winding passages within. Hazel just moaned, eyes rolling and hips quivering like a woman possessed. Then, with a visceral wet splash, Destiny’s cock rammed into her cunt.

“You can’t tease me like that,” Destiny mumbled around her tongue, still pushing more of it down. Her tentacle created obscene patterns as it stretched out Hazel’s guts, thickening slightly every second it spent questing deeper. She undulated her cock, pumping in until she was out of length, yanking it all the way out, then punching back into the womb and higher. The tube it created rose between her four tits and grazed their cheeks.

No matter how big her hands, Destiny could never fully hold her lover’s breasts. Instead, she settled for roaming across them, tugging the nipples in every direction. Maybe she should have four tits too? If she made Hazel’s nipples bigger, they could fuck her tit-pussies as they rutted like rabid animals.

“That’s not fair,” Monica said, looking back them. Her asshole suckled on Hazel’s stationary clit, trying to make it fuck her again, “I need love too, ya know.”

But how? All of Destiny’s limbs were in use, and the position was too awkward for her arms or legs to be any help. While she ruminated on the predicament, her belly gurgled, ripples spreading across the surface. She idly rubbed it, tentacle, cock and tongue still plunging away at her lover, before yipping as her own pussy opened wide. Her eyes widened, keening moans vibrating her chest, then she registered them; more tentacles. Since when did she gestate more of them?

Hazel’s own eyes shot open when they explored her legs. Surprise faded, replaced by understanding. Yet another change brought on by the app. Destiny sighed and focused on the pleasure, leaving the new tentacles to fulfil Monica’s wish as they crammed into her snatch. She’d try figuring out how many there were later on.

With everyone fully engaged, the foursome began in earnest. While Toni couldn’t interact much, she moaned her hardest, sliding to and fro so her asshole constantly squelched with Monica’s pre-cum. Meanwhile, Destiny and Hazel were wrapped in their own world, bodies made for each other - by each other -  as more tentacle meat delved into Monica’s cunt. Every second, their fervour increased.

Juices pooled on the floor and splattered the nearby furniture. Hazel’s stomach was a writhing mass of tentacle and tongue, both of which extended from her mouth and into Destiny’s, their lips never apart. So many sensations bombarded her senses. From the firm spheres in her hands and squishy nipples between her fingers, to the slimy depths clenching around her cock and tentacles. At first she could barely discern between her and Hazel’s insides as her womb tendril extended further and further, but it was clear her own were far more open. Whereas her lover’s intestines clung to her like latex.

Monica quickly succumbed to her own pleasures. Her hind legs tensed up, then bounced up high enough to almost remove Hazel’s clit, sliding over a foot of her own dick from Toni’s throat, before gravity pushed down with a deafening smack. Though Destiny’s view was obscured, she could easily imagine her roommate’s cock erupting from Toni’s rear over and over. The Amazonian-canine-futa laid a hand on Monica’s rump, then timed a powerful slap to her descent.

It rang in her ears. As did the choked moaning from Hazel, and Toni’s retches, and Monica’s moaning, and her own yelping and panting and squelching of her cocks and…

Yet those were just one part of it. The air reeked of all their sexes. A pungent aroma of cock that flattened her sinuses like a bulldozer mingled with the alluring scent of ripe, breedable, squirting cunts just begging for seed. Destiny ran her hands down to Hazel’s grotesquely writhing gut, constantly shifting with the tentacle doubling in on itself, and imagined it like her own; huge, round and teeming with life. Just not a bunch of tentacle creatures.

The idea stuck and inspired her cock to thrust ever faster. Her abdomen had flattened substantially as her tentacles piled into different holes, leaving a slight roundness with four distinct bumps on the sides, two of which far outsized the others. Those shapes gurgled and swelled, rapidly producing seed to fuel her desire to breed. She started thrusting with her hips as well, slapping her body against Hazel’s.

Moving her grip to the four-breasted beauty’s hips, Destiny pounded with unrelenting fervour. Monica increased her tempo as well, yowling in pleasure as the thrusts moved Hazel’s clit even faster. It also moved at an angle, stretching her ass in different directions with every push.

Deep within the couple, Destiny’s tentacle completed its fourth loop. They were locked together, given only enough leeway for the feral mating, mouths and asses linked by the fat, fleshy rope. Both their guts squirmed with its length, adding a deliriously depraved sensation to the already lurid situation.

“I’m gonna cum,” Destiny slurred, barely understandable with her mouth stuffed so full. Hazel couldn’t even speak, her smaller maw at the brink already, yet eager for more. She still conveyed the same sentiment, pussy collapsing around the cock and dousing the floor in more fem-cum, while her fat clit throbbed and stretched Monica’s ass even wider. The other two weren’t any more coherent, faces either stuffed with dick or contorted into masks of ecstasy.

A few minutes later and Destiny still hadn’t blown. Her efforts hadn’t slowed, nor was Hazel denying her release, she just wouldn’t cum. Neither did Monica. The females, on the other hand, were squirting all over the place. A pervasive ache formed in Destiny’s gut, balls pulsating furiously. The urge to cum pumped through her veins, transforming from a simple desire to an all consuming need. Like if she failed to do so, then her whole world would implode.

Then she noticed Hazel looking at her with a smile in her eyes, taunting the futa. Something snapped. The darkest, most feral corner of Destiny’s mind broke loose and tore through every fragment of control Hazel held over her, leaving only the ultimate need to knock up this curvy minx. To breed her until nothing but dust came out. And until they were adrift on a yacht made from Hazel’s womb.

Even the unmatched shortstack didn’t expect the sudden flurry of thrusts. They weren’t short or weak either, every stab into her depths carrying enough force to knock Monica’s huge frame forward, only stopping when she fell forward to brace against the floor, face directly in front of a camera. None of those mattered to Destiny anymore as she fucked toward a messy climax.

“Take it!” Destiny howled, tentacles doubling in girth as her gut clenched hard and steaming hot, sperm-rich semen soared through her cock, which similarly swelled, stretching Hazel further. A precursor to the real deluge, ready to stain her womb in white and expand it into a matronly globe.

“Takeittakeittakeittakeittakeittakeit!!!” Destiny shouted, hips not stopping even when her urethra gaped wide and unleashed all her pent up seed.

A filthy slurp preceded the crash of metal as Hazel’s belly pushed Monica away and off her clit. The tiger didn’t pay it any mind, rolling onto her back with Toni still impaled. She held the human in place and pounded her, finally shooting her own sticky load in and outside the female. They were only a side act, though, as Destiny’s cock lurched and spewed gallons upon gallons of cum into Hazel’s once small frame.

What started as a tube standing high overhead, quickly became a rotund sphere that pushed her four tits up to smother her face. The shape of Destiny’s tentacle, still pounding at their guts from within, was lost in the expansion. It surpassed her breast in moments, then all four as it sank to the ground and pushed them up. Destiny locked her limbs around as much of her lover as possible, refusing to let go until every drop was spent.

Well before that, Monica was empty. Her flaccid shaft slipped from Toni’s lips, spines briefly catching on her teeth, and pulled a tide of off-white sludge with it. The pair cuddled in their mess, heedless to how it stuck to her hair and fur respectively, focused on watching Destiny rise higher atop Hazel’s mammoth cum-belly. There’d be no stopping them. All they could do was watch and wait for the end.

Yet it didn’t seem likely. Without Monica’s womb to house them, Destiny’s newly discovered tentacles rounded back on them, or rather, on their mother. As her flow abated, filling Hazel just an inch bigger, they plunged into her additional pussies and expanded. Destiny howled around the prehensile invader. Her whole body convulsed and her claws dug deep into Hazel’s flesh, leaving angry red marks behind.

If she noticed, it didn’t bother her as Hazel joined the euphoric cries. Her clit flexed wildly, smacking into her still expanding abdomen, while her fat pussy lips hosed Destiny’s crotch and legs in squirt. Inch after inch piled onto her already gigantic shape, easily wider than Destiny was tall by then, and only growing.

“Oh shit,” Toni said, too exhausted to move even as Hazel’s belly swelled beyond the circle of cameras. Several were knocked down, others doing their duty as they awaited their fate. Just minutes later and they joined the mess on the floor. Soon, only the top cameras remained to action, but they too neared the danger zone as Destiny pumped her fuller, rising up to match her normal height. And still her reserves held strong.

“I’m sorry,” Destiny said once the ordeal was over.

“That’s the millionth time you’ve said that. Don’t worry about it, okay?” Toni said.

“But I…”

“‘But’ nothing, bitch. We got the most depraved shit on the fucking internet and, unlike the anything close, it’s not animated. We’re sitting on a goldmine.”

“You’re… uh… really into this, huh?”

“Well, I better be. It is the reason we met,” Toni shrugged, not looking away from the monitor as she spliced together the various angles to create what she called a ‘work of genius’. While many of the cameras were damaged, the SD cards had survived.

“Y-yeah. I’ll, uh, let you get on with it.”

Destiny walked out into the aftermath of her… she didn’t what to call it. The whole thing really was just a blur. At least after she spawned those new tentacles. Her nipple and navel-pussies still ached from the pounding. Though she doubted they felt anything like what Hazel had gone through.

“Hey,” Hazel said from her perch.

“Hey… you alright?”

“I’m wonderful,” the shortstack sighed dreamily and rubbed at the vastness of her belly. Monica appeared from behind, carrying a five gallon bucket full of cum, while another one collected more. Walking over, Destiny only had to turn her gaze down to look at her partner.

“You’re sure? I went a little crazy.”

“I hoped you would,” Hazel gestured her over and nuzzled against her, “Why do you think I kept you from cumming?”

“How?”

“Raw talent,” Hazel said.

“Fair enough,” Destiny leaned against her, breathing deep and partaking in the visceral scent of their love making.

“Next time, I want a proper gangbang.”

“Huh?”

“I wanna fuck Toni, while you and Monica fuck me. And every other combination of that. On camera, of course.”

“O… okay.” Destiny didn’t have the will to refuse after what she just did. Filmed or not, they’d probably do that anyway. Why not monetise it? She was sure that’d become a new mantra of hers for anything involving the cameras.

“Glad to hear it. And don’t worry, you’ll get more comfortable over time. Then you won’t even know they’re there. Plus, I’ll always be with you.”

“Thanks,” Destiny yawned, the warm skin she leaned against so comforting. As was the constant, soft sounds of her cum emptying out. She nuzzled into it, muscles relaxing as Hazel whispered sweet nothings to her.

Whatever happened to her life, she’d always have Hazel. That was the only constant she needed in her life. So long as Hazel wanted the same.

Chapter 19

Another day and more points down the drain. Well, they weren’t wasted so to speak, but she’d spent way more than she planned. Again. The couple hundred she left with just two weeks ago were down to seventy. More than her calculations led her to believe, but maybe the thing was being generous? Or she just wasn’t thinking straight.

Destiny made that difficult. Just thinking of her name brought last night to the forefront, and with it a rush of blood into her dormant clit. It tented her panties, pulling a hiss of pleasure through her teeth. One of her co-workers glanced over, then shrugged and left her alone. They should’ve been used to the sounds by then. If not, then it was their problem. Her body was crazy and thus did crazy things, not exactly much she could do about it.

Of course, staring at her phone and the uncanny render of Destiny didn’t help things. Hazel slipped it between her breasts and returned to work, inputting numbers at a robotic tempo. Frequent throbs distracted from her rhythm, panties rubbing against her fat clit. If she didn’t focus, a hand would wander away from the keyboard and poke at the slight bump in her skirt. Which fed the pleasure and temptation.

“Keep it together, Hazel,” she said. Her face was reflected in the old monitor, eponymous eyes staring back with a knowing glint. Lines of account details blurred together. Work became less and less important as she changed Destiny, whose obscene body demanded her attention, regardless of location. Being there made less sense too, given how much her partner made with a single post on Instagram.

Though Destiny seemed against it. Whenever Hazel brought up how she could quit and they’d be fine, the futa changed subject. For that matter, Destiny still hadn’t quit that supermarket job. Surely her body made it nigh-impossible? Even Hazel struggled with a far more ‘acceptable’ shape.

“Just… focus,” Hazel hissed. Her feet bounced, legs tempted to squeeze shut against her swollen clit, but she stopped them soon after as her thighs rubbed the juicy folds of her… huge… hand dwarfing… puffy lipped… cunt. Only a few accounts needed attention. Someone of her calibre could finish those in a day with just one hand. The other could do whatever.

“Yes, sir. Sorry. It won’t happen again,” Hazel bowed her head, cheeks hot and hair matted in sweat. She gave her lust the slightest concession, what she meant to be just a bit of light petting, maybe a fist if she was productive enough, but her libido took that opening and forced her to pump her fully engorged clit until her fem-cum exploded all over her cubicle. Naturally, her noises caused quite a stir and caught her boss’s attention.

Now she was on her way home, arousal barely satisfied, and humiliated. She didn’t know what it was exactly, but work had become impossibly dull. She remembered enjoying it fine, turning off her mind or listening to podcasts as she and the other drones made sure the company didn’t go under, however the past few months just dragged. Even when she masturbated, it was just a blip of colour against a grey sky. The recent weeks were especially obnoxious.

It had to be that app’s fault. She never used to jerk her clit so often. Or fist her pussy. Or use her legs to push her two rows of boobs together, their tight flesh rubbing deliciously. And she certainly never tried stifling the sound by cramming her clit in her mouth.

Another incident like that and she’d see a doctor. Something was clearly wrong with her if she couldn’t keep things under control for a single work day. Maybe she just needed to fuck until her body got the message, like with cigarettes. But did that even work? Chances were it’d do nothing, but the point was she wanted to fuck and Destiny had the day off, which meant…

“Oh god!” Hazel cried out, squeezing tight with her lush thighs around Destiny’s hips, as that behemoth dick pumped her womb full of jizz, abdomen swelling up until they were pushed apart. That only made it easier to see the futa’s stunning O-face, jaw slack, whole body quivering as the orgasm electrocuted her nerves. Hazel tugged on her lover’s huge nipples, then bent them around to penetrate those incredible pussies. At the same time, Destiny’s belly-cunt squirted all over Hazel’s blossoming gut.

“We stopping?” Destiny asked, peppering the huge dome before her with wet kisses.

“Am I conscious?” Hazel asked back.

Another creamy filling later and Destiny repeated the question, despite her cock not having softened at all. To which, Hazel responded by pushing the Amazonian futa onto her back, “Not done yet. Come on, Pet. I want you to fuck my brains out. Literally.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Destiny yipped and set to pounding the shortstack, whose belly rippled with every little movement, yet Hazel demanded more. Every load pumped into her already gigantic body just fuelled that desire. Her cunt was swollen and red, gushing at the slightest thrust, and her tits stung from smacking into one another and her chin. Even so, she craved more.

“Let me empty a bit,” Hazel said after the fourth orgasm had her overflowing the bed. The urge to continue remained, pulsating in tandem with her heartbeat, “Go get a drink or something. I’ll be alright.”

“Okay,” Destiny said, hopping away like a pleased dog.

With her gone, Hazel reached over to her phone. They’d made it a habit to keep those within reach, just in case something happened, and pulled up the app responsible for her depravity. The only way to put an end to her desires, was to spend all those points and remove the temptation. If, in the process, Destiny became an even more incredible giant dog-girl, then so be it. She clenched her diaphragm and kegels as she worked, dumping cum onto the bed and floor.

She called Destiny back in after spending the last point. Hazel spread her legs the second she laid on her even taller, more endowed lover, who dove in with a greater vigour. Not only did that tentacle-cock coil inside her cum-stuffed womb, but the tentacle itself raced through her guts, curling around the fattest clit on earth in the process. Anyone else would’ve died or been left permanently gaped wide enough to get lost in their holes. Hazel, meanwhile, just got the ultimate pleasure she so craved.

“Hmm, this is the best,” Hazel sighed as she was lowered into the bathtub. While she hadn’t considered a cum bath before, after trying it once she was hooked. The tar-like sludge clung to her body like a safety blanket, trillions of tiny, wriggling forms against her pores, and the heady reek of so much semen maintained a pleasant buzz in the back of her mind. Of course, being nestled between Destiny’s thighs and tits, with the cock and clit snug between her ass, completed the scene. The tentacle spiralled around Hazel’s tits, lazily massaging the seed into her skin.

Finally, she was satisfied.  Her pussy still wanted more, but that was just a product of the bath. It’d settle down later. Hopefully for good.

Destiny shook off the layers of cum and inspected her reflection. Hazel had promptly passed out in bed, little body exhausted from what had been perhaps the most orgasms either had experienced, just by process of how long they fucked that day. Things had clearly been changed, she just wasn’t sure what. All her points were gone and she hadn’t done anything more to Hazel, which meant her lover had been very active.

What had she done exactly? Destiny ran a paw along the fur that ran up to her elbow like a soft glove, then hefted her enormous tits, all one-hundred and twenty-thousand CCs of them, then rubbed the belly that dwarfed octuplets, and finally her cock. For all she knew, nothing had changed physically and everything was mental. It was possible, though she didn’t know why Hazel would change anything about her personality.

They got along so well. Even their bickering and rare arguments were in good fun, Destiny served to the best of her ability, whether that meant carrying her mistress when they went out, or licking up any messes they made in public spaces - a surprisingly frequent occurrence - so nothing serious came to mind. Of course, she wouldn’t know of anything if they had been changed.

Or maybe Hazel had used someone else for the base. Destiny shot down the notion, certain her love would never ‘cheat’ on her. She knelt down and stared at her dozing mistress, whose face seemed so normal by comparison, almost plain to the uneducated. Not even a foot down, the story changed and no one would ever wonder why they were together. That was Destiny’s handiwork, even if Hazel didn’t know it. From what she remembered, her lover was much happier with four giant tits, an ass that crushed any unprepared seat, pussy lips so fat Destiny sometimes got lost in them, and a clit big enough to fuck her back. She was perfect.

Unfortunately, over the next few weeks, Hazel didn’t seem to feel that way. She constantly checked her phone when she thought Destiny wasn’t looking, refreshing the app, only to sigh and plop it down. It wasn’t so bad that she did it during sex, but no matter how many times she came, even to the point of passing out in the middle of one, Hazel just came off as… frustrated. Destiny, of course, did everything to please her.

Foot rubs, back massages, sleeving her clit in her throat for hours on end, however nothing changed. Eventually, Destiny just had to ask.

“Are you not happy with me?” It was direct, but she didn’t know how else to ease into a question like that. Hazel’s bird-like eyes stared at her for several seconds. They were on the couch, watching some new dating show, though it was just background noise.

“Of course not! Where’d you get that idea?”

“You just seemed, I dunno, out of it lately.”

“That’s just… work stuff, you know?”

“Right,” Destiny caught her glancing to her phone, then back to the Amazon, eyes critical as they roamed across her body. She recognised the want in her gaze, familiar with her own cravings; the lust to change someone, “Do you want my breasts bigger?”

“Huh?”

Destiny crawled over her lover, making it obvious just how much bigger she was than Hazel, and leered into her eyes, “We could go see Doctor Filler right now. She’d be happy to pump my titties up again.”

“I-I mean… maybe…”

“And we could do my ass too. Just say the word,” Destiny whispered and leaned in to whisper, “Tell me you want my ridiculously curvy body to be even crazier. She can do just about anything, that woman. So if you want me to get even more done… Hazel… Mistress… you only have to say it.”

“Don’t be silly,” Hazel giggled, but the words were strained. Among the best parts of Destiny’s physiology was her hearing, so sensitive she could detect the smallest inflection, the whitest lie, with ease, “I love you just the way you are.”

“Okay,” Destiny relented and got up, “I’m gonna play some games if you need me.”

In truth, she went straight to her phone. She thought she’d be done with the app by then. Much as the idea of maxing it out enticed her, after giving Hazel that body and vice versa, she expected it would’ve been enough. For her, it was. She loved her life and mistress, but clearly Hazel wasn’t quite done with her. Maybe she should talk to her about it, reveal the app and everything it had done to them. But that meant admitting she gave Hazel that body. Who knew how she’d react.

Safer to just keep it secret. And Destiny wouldn’t refuse her lover’s wishes, regardless of how those manifested. To that end, she scoured the available quests and accepted everything that wasn’t time sensitive. Most were simple sex acts, like inflating Hazel to the size of a beanbag chair, or using her tentacle to go all the way through her own body. Others were more daring.

To the point that she doubted she could do them alone. Like… oh god, she didn’t even want to think about it. They might not have been anywhere near as niche as her usual sex life, but they demanded a different form of depravity. She couldn’t just… or that… or…

“Hey, Hazel,” Destiny began as she left her room.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, found this website for really, really perverted activities and, uh, wondered if, maybe, you might, possibly, wanna try them? Or something?”

“Oh? Like what?” Hazel arched a brow, then looked to Destiny’s arms, where an invisible - to the futa at least - outfit was folded. Her shorts thumped as her clit tried escaping, “Okay , now you have my erection.”

Destiny hunched her shoulders as she padded across the mall grounds. It was the same one she’d almost been arrested at for indecent exposure, at a time when she could almost pass for normal, though no security made any effort to stop her. Far as they knew, she was fully clothed, just in an eccentric - erotic - manner. People stopped and stared, nudging those not paying attention. Hundreds of eyes tracked her elegantly quivering steps.

“You’re doing great,” Hazel said through an ear piece. She was watching from somewhere, opting not to be directly involved to keep the focus where it needed to be.

“I can’t do this,” Destiny whimpered.

“You already are.”

“I mean… am I… really gonna give people this?” Destiny glanced to the enormous thermos clasped between paws. Its contents were so thick that it didn’t even slosh, despite her nerves. Paper cups were stacked next to a tray inside her bag, ready for the main event.

“Remind me, who brought this up?”

“... I did.”

“And who already had that hot maid outfit ready to go?”

Well, she hadn’t actually seen it. All she did was go to the wardrobe and thought of something that would suit the quest, “I… I did.”

“And who is going to hand out cups of their cum for a bunch of strangers to drink?”

“Someone with a  fetish for that stuff?”

“No. It’s you. The futa with the best jizz on Earth. Trust me, even if they don’t realise what it is, they’re in for a treat. Okay, there’s good! Now… move the product,” Hazel cackled.

“You sound like a witch,” Destiny sighed and straightened up, puffing her already giant chest out. Mistress gave her a job, even if she suggested it, so she would do it as best she could. People were already paying attention, many guys and pre-SRS girls had popped erections. So they should. When she looked at her reflection in a nearby clothes store, her outfit was designed for that purpose. Though it failed as appropriate attire for cleaning.

Everything was an oil coloured plastic with lace and frills attached. Her top wrapped around her breasts and vanished between them and her belly, which was left bare save for the lacy strip that adorned it like a crown. It’s enormity obscured most of her crotch, draped in a latex skirt that ended a third of the way down her thighs and left just as much of her ass on display. It must’ve included underwear that compressed her pussy, since it’d hang out in the open at that length. No one said anything about it or her cock, so something must’ve been hiding them.

Or they were too distracted by the rest of her. Regardless, she had work to do. She poured the thermos’ contents into a dozen cups, set them on the tray and held it before her belly, making sure average people could see them. With a deep breath, heart ready to abandon ship any second, she called out; “Free Samples!”

It was clear her biggest admirers were women. Most of the guys that were turned on by her stayed back, whether intimidated by her size, or content to observe and record. A gaggle of girls came up to her, all blushing and giggling, playing with their hair as they gave off very clear ‘fuck me’ signals. Destiny just smiled and bent down to hand them a cup.

“One per group, I’m afraid,” Destiny explained as they stared into the contents. A few hours in the thermos kept the heat in, but it also meant the thick, sticky cream had fermented into an even denser sludge. One girl, a short blonde with decent implants, frowned at the weird drink, until Destiny winked and her apprehension melted. She took a large chug, pulling the cup away as a full body shudder ran through her. A milky moustache lined her plump upper lip as she chewed on the contents.

“How is it?” A black girl asked. Her only response was a sultry moan, the blonde offering the cup to her. They shared it around, each gasping and moaning as they struggled to get it down. The first one tried speaking, but thick ropes hung between her teeth, resistant to her tongue.

“Glad you enjoyed,” Destiny said and turned her attention to the others. She wanted to linger, to let them praise her cum, however her cock had made itself known. As had her clit. And her tentacle. All were conspiring to make the already mortifying experience worse.

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” Hazel said.

“This is awful,” Destiny whispered between customers. No matter who swallowed her seed, they all had the same, sensual reaction. Her pheromones didn’t help as they lingered around her, many absent-mindedly feeling around their crotches or chests.

“No lying, Pet. I can read you like a book. You’re getting hard over this, seeing so many pretty girls practically creaming themselves over your yummy, gooey cum. Hmm, I might be getting a little jealous.”

“Mistress!” Destiny hissed, a bit louder than she intended, which startled the next customer, “Uh, s-sorry about that. I have… Tourettes?”

“R-r-r-r-right?” This girl was unlike the others. Not in the style, that part was close, but her voice had a little more weight to it. Destiny handed her a cup, nose twitching as she caught a distinctly masculine scent from below. Following the trail, she saw a faint movement in the girl’s shorts. She smiled warmlyand handed a cup. Her pheromones were meant to only target women, but it seemed to work just as well on transwomen too.

“S-so, uh, y-you’re D-Des… Destiny?”

“I am. Heard of me?”

“Who hasn’t?! Um, I mean, y-yeah. I follow you… on e-everything.”

“Thanks,” Destiny beamed, crouching down to look her fan in the eye, “How long?”

“Since… since I found out… about myself.”

“Oh? I hope I’ve helped somehow.”

“You have! A bunch!” The girl’s cheeks bloomed and she turned her gaze back to the cup of warm cum, though she didn’t know that, “J-just when I see you, it makes me feel like… like I’m normal.”

“Well, you aren’t,” Destiny said and pulled her head up, “You’re extraordinary. Don’t let anyone, even you, think otherwise.”

“Uh, could I maybe get an autograph?”

“She’s cute,” Hazel said over the headset, then Destiny all but heard the grin lifting her cheeks, “Hey, didn’t that website say to try branching out a bit? How about her?”

“Hmm,” Destiny bit her lip, then nodded, “I’ve got a better idea.” She leaned in close, lips touching her fan’s ear, “Hang around for a bit. Help me hand these out and… who knows.”

The girl stared at her in silence, then, “My name’s Toni.”

“Nice to meet you, Toni,” Destiny said, more so Hazel could know her name.

Minutes passed as they handed out the cups of cum. Destiny’s arousal crept higher the entire time, yet no one called security. Even if they did, would anything be done? The couple of mall cops that passed by were too busy gawking to care what was going on. Toni struggled too, probably more so given her exposure. Still, she persevered.

“Let’s make this more interesting,” Hazel said, “Do a nip-slip.”

“What?” Destiny’s ears jerked up at the command, “I… how?”

“You’ll figure it out. Do it, or it’ll mean punishment.”

“Okay,” Destiny sighed, then glanced at her reflection. Her top wasn’t designed for slip ups, clinging so tight to her breasts and nipples that nothing would dislodge it. Nothing that wasn’t a very deliberate, forceful shove.

“Ten seconds,” Hazel sang.

“Screw it!” Destiny grabbed at the invisible neckline and yanked it up, bunching the latex material under her chin and giving the entire mall an audience with her enormous implants and the pussies that capped them. Gasps rang out, signalling her to cover up again, however the material refused to comply, “Oh shit!” Powerful as her body was, the damned garment was even stronger. Like the wardrobe had expected this outcome.

“Toni, can you help cover me?” Destiny asked.

“Uh huh,” Toni nodded and stood in front, hands raised to obscure everyone’s view. Perhaps it was inevitable that she would get curious and cop a feel. Destiny was fine with that, she couldn’t blame her, what caught her off guard was Toni’s sudden confidence in turning around and throating a nipple. The futa tried dislodging her, but Hazel’s command blocked her.

“Don’t. Let her.” She moaning, masturbating as she watched Destiny willingly get molested, “Finger the other one. You only need one hand to give out your cum, right?”

Pouting, yet obedient, Destiny kept the tray  outstretched for people to take as they pleased. Her spare fingers slipped one by one into her slick, nipple-pussy, while the other was tongued by Toni, whose wandering hands grabbed onto her ass and pulled. Surely she felt the enormous cock and clit struggling to get free? Or at the least the tentacle squirming inside Destiny’s womb?

Not that she asked about them. Destiny looked between the throngs of people gathered, all exposed to her pheromones, many chewing her cum, and more participating in heavy petting. Something hard ground against her navel, prodding different areas until it found her opening. Was that Toni’s cock?

“More…” Hazel moaned. It might’ve just been a random plea, but Destiny took it literally and offered the tray to someone else. Once taken, she reached down and fumbled with the skirt, eventually shoving it down to her ankles. That must’ve been a catalyst of some kind, a release to whatever magic kept people from seeing her prehensile endowment as gasps spread among the crowd. She aimed her cock at a cute girl, who only needed a second to understand.

Next, a volunteer jumped forward to jerk off her giant clit. Others joined them, heaping pleasure upon the futa. Hazel moaned louder in her ear, not just through the speaker either. Following the sound, Destiny looked to the upper floor and saw her beloved staring down at her, grinding against a railing with her deliciously fat cunt on display. No one lingered on her, however, compelled to follow the noises to Destiny.

As half a dozen hands and mouths worshipped her clit and cock respectively, the Amazon couldn’t take it anymore. Her cock leapt at someone - their faces all blended together - and swallowed their head whole, then lurched and doused them in semen. Simultaneously, a heavy, pressurised downpour from her pussy pooled on the ground. A huge puddle formed and quickly spread to the surrounding feet.

Her member dislodged its prey and unleashed a deluge of cum on the masses. Those that had sampled it before recognised the texture, even as it splattered their skin, soaked their clothes, and clogged their mouths. People stared at the bucking length with open mouths and cupped hands, waiting for their share.

Toni, meanwhile, pulled back to receive a mouthful of fem-cum. She ground into Destiny’s belly harder and faster, panting the whole time, until her moans reached a crescendo. Warmth erupted against the huge gut, oozing across its length, into the crevice of her pussy.

“Uh oh, cops. Bail! Bail!” Hazel shouted. Out of the corner of her eye, Destiny saw her running as best her body allowed, leaving a trail of juices behind her. A pair of mall cops gave chase, but slipped on the fluid. Destiny didn’t wait to see if they were alright and grabbed Toni.

“Wanna have some fun?”

“Sure!” Toni exclaimed as she was tossed onto Destiny’s shoulder like an empty sack. Wind whistled by as the futa raced away, thankful for her long legs and fans as they blocked the oncoming security. Hazel waited for them in the van, bought especially for transporting fluffy Amazon futanari.

“Hooooly… you’re Hazel!” Toni squealed when she climbed into the front.

“And you’re Toni. I saw you with my girlfriend.”

Toni’s whole body paled, “Uh, um, that’s… she… I…”

“Relax!” Hazel giggled, “I’m the one who told her to invite you along.”

“Oh, okay. So, uhhh… what, what’s gonna happen now?”

“Well, that depends on what you wanna do,” Destiny said, “We’re both willing.”

“And Destiny will happily do anything you ask,” Hazel added with a heavy glance toward the futa.

“I think I could die happy right now,” Toni whispered.

“Well don’t. There’s still so much to come.”

Chapter 18

“Ready for round two?” Monica asked.

“What?” Destiny blinked, unsure where she was for a moment as she looked around. The scenery had changed, or rather, her perspective of it had. She was on her back, belly somewhat flattened by gravity. Her vacated pussy gushed with Monica’s cum. It occasionally clenched down and made an unflattering, wet sound that caused her cock to jump to attention. Her tentacle remained entwined, both more than willing to for another round.

Monica stood overhead, her own cunt oozing semen. Her cock stood out far more. From where it exited her thigh-thick sheath, to the pink crown, the thing measured sixty-nine inches long and nineteen wide. If the app was accurate that is. She wouldn’t be surprised if it gave a few more inches. The tiger-taur positioned her pussy and sank down. Destiny’s cock and tentacle dove back in, following her desire.

“This time,” Monica cooed and leaned over to grab at smaller futa’s breasts, fingers diving into her nipples, “I’m gonna use all your holes.” She used both hands to spread one nipple-pussy wide, then reared back, angled her cock and pushed.

Stars danced in Destiny’s vision and consumed it.

When she woke up next, it was to the muffled sounds of her ringtone. Destiny climbed from the bed, too tired to care about the splashing of her feet, and waddled out to answer.

“Hello?”

“Looks like you had fun,” Hazel said.

“Hazel?!” Destiny instantly woke up, then frowned as she became aware of the stickiness covering her body.

“Sorry I’m not there to tease you in person, but work kept me late. Well, Mr. Finch did for obvious reasons.”

“That’s okay. And yeah… I had fun.”

“Good. I know I’m awesome in bed, but there’s just no way I can satisfy your every need. You need a good dicking every now and then.”

Memories of the app’s punishment teased her mind. It wasn’t impossible for Hazel to satisfy her that way. Destiny shook the thought loose. She couldn’t just change her partner’s whole life all for her own enjoyment.

“Gotta admit, I’m a little jealous,” Hazel said.

“Why?”

“Babe, I love you, but Monica’s dick is capital ‘H’ HUGE!”

“Well, I mean… do you want mine to be bigger?”

“Bigger is better,” Hazel sighed, faint sounds of clothes rustling, “The fact your dick’s almost as long as me is so fucking hot.” Naturally, her member rose, as if hearing the praise.

“Yeah?” Destiny angled it to penetrate her navel-pussy, while the tentacle went for one of her nipples, “You like me being so much bigger than you?”

“Love it. The way you just smother me. Ooh… I’d kill for your dick to be able to coil around me. Like a python. Fuck, what if it got so huge your cum-hole could just swallow me up?”

“Like vore?”

“Yes! Can you imagine that? Me squirming down your shaft. My tits bulging through. Until I end up in your balls, swimming in cum. Then you can puke me back up and fuck me brainless.”

“Yes! Anything you want!” Destiny fisted her spare nipple and asshole, punching hard and fast, while the others were pounded into frothing messes.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m fisting my huge cunt in the office. I’ve got my boobs out too. Someone could come by and see me any second now. If only your cock could gobble me up so no one would know I’m such an exhibitionist slut.”

“Me too. I’d swallow you and carry you around in my balls. Your own personal cum bath! Whatever you want of me,” Destiny moaned.

“Fill the tub for me. I’ll be home in an hour. I wanna bathe in your fucking jizz so I can shovel it inside of me. Go!”

“Yes Mistress!” Destiny waddled to the bathroom as fast as her body would allow. Each step almost pushed her over the edge, but she managed, “I’m here!”

“Do it! Cum for me, my precious bitch!”

“YES!”

The bath wasn’t even half full from the one orgasm, so she came again as Hazel came down. When she finished, the tub was more than full enough to cover someone as small as her lover, who panted down the line.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to insult your cock.”

“It’s okay. But did you mean it?”

“Hmm, what exactly?” Hazel asked, that teasing inflection rich in her voice.

“You know,” Destiny sat on the edge, running a hand through her viscous goop, “That vore stuff.”

“Well… I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Like I said, ‘bigger is better’. Don’t know how you’d get your thing that much bigger, but I’ll support you. And if it works, we’ll do some real kinky shit. Oh fuck, gotta go. Finch is coming. Love you.”

“Love you too, bye.”

Destiny set her phone back down and went to their room. Her old device laid on the bed, like it expected her return. A sticky hand picked it up as she sat on her equally goo-covered butt. Messes weren’t an issue for them, given how often they made their own. Monica’s semen leaked from between her luscious thighs and soaked into the sheet, the scent wafting up. It had a more animalistic tint to it, though no less enticing.

“Okay, how much did I earn from that? Holy shit!”

Who - or what - ever designed the app had no idea how to create a game. Or at least not a mobile one. She’d spent nearly all her points on Monica, yet she’d earned at least double them - giving her little over six hundred. No designer would be so generous. Though she doubted the creator cared about making money or keeping her engaged through ‘gameplay’. The overall design was clearly just an excuse to fulfil someone’s depraved fantasies.

“You know, if you ever want to make an actual game, hit me up,” Destiny said, knowing it was probably listening, “But thanks, I guess..” She went to the ‘phallus’ menu and licked her lips, already imagining her own member becoming so obscenely huge that it could engulf Hazel. Before she could do so, however, a blinking light in the corner caught her attention.

Frowning, she pressed it and was greeted by a simple, but loaded prompt;

Initiate Co-Op Play?

Expanding the prompt elucidated what it meant. She could send a link to someone, who’d get the app too, but only with one slot and no access to quests or settings. Their points would be linked to hers, as would their actions, meaning if they fucked, it went toward Destiny’s own total. Which they’d do plenty of. After all, she only had one person in mind for it.

Hazel dabbed at her thighs. Fun as it was to get off with a little phone sex, the mess almost made her regret it, her prolific, fat pussy dousing her in its juices. Mr. Finch didn’t notice to her relief, though he might’ve just been distracted by her cleavage, of which there was plenty since none of her blazers and shirts did much to cover up. Though maybe it was time for another filling?

She couldn’t let Destiny race so far ahead. That last boost left her several times Hazel’s size, dwarfing the petite girl in every way, adding more than twice both her boobs into each breast. Just thinking of the huge things made her crave more for herself. Yeah, she thought, definitely time for a fill up.

“Better tell Destiny first,” she reminded herself. Communication was important. She loved the surprise, but she would’ve liked for her partner to at least tell her first, then she could’ve gone and watched it all happen in real time. Right as her thumb landed on the first letter, Destiny texted her… with a suspicious link.

I know what it looks like, but trust me, this app is great.

Hazel didn’t trust technology much. Or rather, she didn’t trust herself with it. Anything that wasn’t automatically done freaked her out. Like when she had to add WhatsApp, the amount of possibilities left her confounded, so she just had Destiny do it for her. She knew it wasn’t really hard, but dozens of horror stories from Youtube had infected her.

I don’t know. Do I have to do anything?

Nope. Just press the link and it’ll do everything for you.

Okay… what even is it?

It’s a character creator. Like those things in games, but it’s super detailed.

Okay… but why?

Well, this one lets you upload pictures and it’ll make them in the app, then you can do whatever. Figured we could try some roleplay stuff with it.

Huh, that does sound like fun.

Thought so. Give it a go and if you have questions let me know.

Hazel took a deep breath and pressed the link. A download started immediately, ending in just a  minute thanks to the company’s internet - and lack of users at that moment. She checked that the coast was clear, not eager for Finch to find her on her phone again, then opened it. The first screen prompted her to upload someone’s image. Naturally, she chose one of the many shots of Destiny.

It uploaded quickly and in the blink of an eye, she was startled to find a flawless render of her lover. Was just dumb luck? No, the picture she chose didn’t show anything from the chest down. So how did it know Destiny was pregnant? And a futa? And that her gigantic ass blended into thighs so thick they could smother a cow?

What the fuck? It looks exactly like you.

Yeah, it’s incredible right?

…you’re not worried about it?

Not really. Facebook and Google already know everything about us. This isn’t different.

Oh, right. Yeah. Still freaky, though right?

Hmm, I dunno. I’m messing around with it and I’m loving it. Ever thought about having tits bigger than your body?

Hazel chuckled and sighed. If her tech-savvy partner said it was fine, then there wasn’t anything to worry about.

Maybe. But I wouldn’t able to walk, so you’d have to carry me everywhere.

So you’re not planning on blowing my tits up until they’re bigger than a house?

“Jesus Christ, I can’t even… what would that look like?” Hazel postulated, trying to imagine it when Destiny texted her again.

Just kidding BTW.

No you weren’t.

You’re right.

Hazel shook her head; See you soon. Love you.

Love you too.

Now she just had to figure out what the hell to do with the weird app. There were dozens of options, many of which led down a rabbit-hole to more, most of which were devoutly sexual. Just the tits menu alone led into half a dozen more choices, which had their own. It was overwhelming. Until she shut her eyes and decided to just focus on one thing at a time.

Breasts were the obvious choice. She tapped the ‘plus’ button, which brought her eyes to a steadily decreasing counter. There was a limit? Must’ve been a free version or something. At least it gave her plenty. Not that she needed them apparently when she refocused on Destiny, whose breasts had gained several inches. All with just fifteen points. Moving onto another part, she found nipples and tested them out.

She wiped at her lips as she watched her lover’s nipples swell beautifully huge. Areolae were next, fattening them into mountainous podiums for the teats and pussies to stand upon, then she moved to the shape, but quickly left it when she found adding to that made them more natural. Lactation could be left alone; it didn’t make much sense with implants. But maybe later.

The ‘belly’ menu called to her.

Hazel panted as she came down from yet another orgasm. On her phone, the render of Destiny, her stunning partner of unmatchable beauty, had become a wet dream made real. Or at least on the app. Sadly, it required all those points, which still seemed odd since it was just a character creator thing. Even so, she didn’t want to spend them all. Just in case it was stingy.

Resetting the changes, she went through a mental list of her favourite parts and enacted them. Only to about half their full potential. She wanted to see what Destiny thought, then she’d tweak it later. Some of the changes were basic, a few thousand more CCs in each breast and ass cheek, slightly fuller lips, which only required a dozen points total. She had a couple hundred left, but would only use fifty more or so. That left plenty of room.

A hand strayed to her pussy once again as she went to the animal menu. Destiny had defaulted to canine, which made sense. Adding more points caused fur to rise from her skin, starting from the feet and hands. It required most of her point budget to reach what she desired, though it was worthwhile.

“Hmm… cock or belly?” Hazel ruminated. She adored Destiny’s huge belly, though it hadn’t really grown in a long time. Truth be told, she wished her partner was really pregnant, just to see her swelling all over from those hormones. The cock could wait. Not like she couldn’t just undo parts of it and indulge in other fantasies. Besides, it was already six feet long last she checked.

She decided to give a few points to Destiny’s cock, while everything else went to her pregnancy. Fingers delved into her pussy as the render bloomed, legs widening to support her widening pelvis and hips. If her belly got bigger, did that also mean Tentacle-Chan did too? Maybe her love would have another natural growth spurt. It’d be so fucking hot if she did.

So lost in her fun, she didn’t notice the time, “Oh shit, time to go.”

Leaving work was often exciting because she knew who waited for her at home. That night she was even more anxious to get home, eager to see what Destiny opted to do with her in that app. Depending on what they thought of each other, they could also go to the clinic together, get filled with even more saline and fuck like rabbits afterwards. Or during. Doctor Filler wouldn’t mind.

She attempted to lock her phone, but a message popped up from the app;

Finalise Creation?

“Uh, is that like a save or something? Ugh, I don’t have time. Yes, whatever.”

In her haste, she accidentally ran into the cleaner. A rarely seen middle-aged woman, nice enough, but just a blip on anyone’s radar.

“Sorry, hard to see with these things,” Hazel said and rushed past, squeezing through the doors. It was hard enough to run home, but more so when she was turned on. Her pussy had swollen to a glorious size, larger than her head, slipping and squishing between her thighs with every step. But fuck, did it turn her on something fierce. Just like her doughnut between the beach ball cheeks.

Sometimes she regretted trying to catch up to Destiny, however these nuisances were just part of the pleasure. She finally plopped herself down in her customised car, its steering wheel altered so she could reach over her body-dominating chests, while her feet struggled to work the pedals. One more fill up and she’d need a personal driver like Destiny.

Well, not like they didn’t have the money for it. Between her constant promotions and Destiny’s online fame, they were already thinking about buying a house. At their age! It seemed like a dream, but then so did every waking moment that she spent with her love.

“Come on, come on,” Hazel shuffled from foot to foot as the elevator strained to bring her home. Her clit had burst from its hood on the drive over, tenting her skirt and torturing her with its sensitivity. Just the smallest wisp of air felt like it would send her over the edge. She’d had plenty of experience holding out, however.

Her apartment was easy to find. Given its occupants, the door was twice as big and made from the thickest wood to help dampen the sounds from within. A necessity when an Amazonian futa goddess lived with a hyper-sexual tiger-taur and a shortstack of biblical proportions. Honestly, if they didn’t make obscene sounds at least four or five times a day, then something was clearly wrong. Hazel was prepared to get in her quota as she stepped in.

“Welcome back, Mistress!” Destiny said, standing at attention just a few feet from the door.

“Good to be… back…” Hazel’s eyes widened and she froze. Except for her clit, which leapt to its fullest state, almost painfully throbbing. Though desperate to satiate herself, she remained in place, looking at her lover’s changed body. She looked exactly like the app version had. But that…

The thought tripped when she sniffed the air and was slammed by pheromones. No, she had to focus. Something was very wrong. The way Destiny looked her over, like she was also shocked, couldn’t be right. Hazel had filled up to thirty-six-thousand CCs months ago. And she’d always had a gigantic clit, not quite as big as her lover’s, but enough to fuck her into a whimpering, cum-stained mess. Fluids overwhelmed the shorts beneath her skirt and crashed to the floor.

There was no room for thought anymore.

Destiny walked up, those pheromones pumping hard and fast. So thick, Hazel could’ve sworn they were visible, floating through the air until she breathed, then they raced toward her. The belly pushed against her face, its pussy leaking on her cheek. Figuring things out could wait, she needed to fuck!

Without a word, Hazel crammed her face into the neat and tidy navel-cunt. It spread apart for her nose and lips, then clamped on her tongue when it pushed in. A pair of mighty paws cradled her head, encouraging her to push harder. Which she did. Hazel mashed her nose into the clit and inhaled the juices, taste buds dancing at the tangy notes. Drips landed in her hair.

She didn’t look as she reached up to grab both of Destiny’s nipples. They were soft, incredibly pliant despite their appearance, offering no resistance as she bent them in on themselves and stuffed her tit-pussies, hands pushing in as well. Despite their positions, the orifices had plenty of room, even as she crammed her forearms in. Admittedly, Hazel didn’t have the biggest arms. She devoured the middle pussy while the others slurped on her hands.

“Mistress,” Destiny whined, “My cock… please…”

“Bedroom. Now.” Hazel said and jumped at her lover, who caught her with ease. She dug her legs into the futa’s sides, grinding her mostly concealed clit into the giant belly she was so attached to. A door slammed shut, then she was on a bed. Neither she, nor Destiny, had the patience to spare her clothes, tearing them to shreds. She did, however force her dog-girl love to step back for a second.

The brief indulgence helped clear the fog. Just enough for her to fully appreciate just what she apparently did to Destiny. Running a soggy hand through the long, silky fur of her arms, she came to the paws. Claws capped them, potentially deadly, yet something told her they’d make her scream in ecstasy. They were incredible, the pads slightly rough on her skin and easily fatter than two fingers together. Despite that, each digit retained the same articulation.

“You’re amazing,” Hazel breathed and leaned up to plant both hands on the huge belly, feeling its passenger push against her touch. She tilted her head to meet Destiny’s stormy eyes, like a hurricane of lust raged just beneath them. That enormous cock made its appearance to the side, begging to join. Pre-cum drooled from its tip like a hungry anime character.

She just grinned at it and brought her hands to the nipple-pussies. Unlike the navel, they had no intention of being hidden, their lips thick and juicy, covered in fem-cum as more gushed down the giant sphere. In place of clits, the nipples were equally enormous. Short but easily fatter than most mouths could handle.

“Use me… please…”

“If you insist,” Hazel groaned, clit flexing as lust clouded her mind, “Suck my giant clit, Destiny. I want to see your throat bulging with it.”

“Yes Ma’am!” Destiny shuffled lower on the bed and gazed in adoration at the red pillar.

A giant clit was an unusual sight. At least it was the first time Hazel’s reached full erection. It resembled a cock, but lacked the mushroomed tip and the foreskin, leaving it a deep, glistening red. Veins bulged from deep within, their throbbing guiding all eyes to the peak. Destiny’s breath forced her hips to arch.

Regardless of size, it was still an absurd cluster of nerves. More so even, as the slightest breeze brushed along all sixteen inches of fat clit. That was its true strength. Length didn’t mean much to Destiny at her size, but its brutal girth changed that. Even Destiny’s huge paws failed to fully wrap around the eight-inch wide mast. But their bodies were all but designed for one another, so her dog-eared lover didn’t hesitate to slip her mouth over top.

Destiny sank with ease. Her jaw was at its limit, throat bulging just as Hazel wanted, and tongue slipping out to lather every oncoming inch with spit. Until her nose crushed against the base, then the limber muscle slithered down to the unmissable folds. Those paws grabbed onto her labia as that mouth pulled away, slurping the whole way, and groped them like a pair of supple tits. Destiny’s tongue found its entry and dove in.

“Oh god, fuck!” Hazel squealed, hands darting to her face. If they moved away, it felt like her mind would explode into a million fragments, such were the blissful sensations. Every little bump or dip in Destiny’s throat reverberated throughout her clit and up her spine, shocking her every nerve. Even her nipples, untouched, tingled with a billion volts of pleasure. Then her world receded as the fat balloon knot that was her anus split apart to welcome a depraved tentacle.

This always happened. No matter her experience, she could only handle so much. The first times knocked her out right away, usually spasming and squirting for hours on end. Now she remained conscious, though only by instinct, as she jammed Destiny’s face into her crotch, inciting her to squeeze her cunt flaps harder, tongue hammering her cervix, and tentacle winding through her insides. Fem-cum erupted from her depths to douse her fluffy lover.

All that kept her from falling unconscious was Destiny pulling away.

“Thanks,” Hazel said, clit flopping to and fro with each clench of her kegels.

“Sorry, I should’ve known better,” Destiny said.

“It’s fine, babe. It’s a giant clit, of course it’s super, mega sensitive.”

“No, I mean… never mind. What next, Mistress?”

“Next? Well…” Hazel turned her eyes on the six-foot python-dick and its tentacle sibling staring at her, the latter much larger than the last time she saw it. Unconsciously, her hands rubbed at a breast from each row. It was an extreme procedure, getting implants in her second pair of tits, but oh so worth it. Strangely, she felt like they’d only just come back, “I can see two things that really want some action.”

“They do,” Destiny panted, tracking her hands, “Four boobs really suit you.”

“Uh, thanks.” Weird thing to say, Hazel thought given that she’d filled them just after they met, “Enough stalling though.” She planted her feet and arched her hips, spreading her legs perpendicular with her hips. In that position, her huge doughnut hole was more than visible as it throbbed against her giant ass cheeks. Streams of pussy juice rolled down the sensitive, puffy ring. Even with her hips raised so high, her butt was only a couple inches off the bed.

“Fuck me, Puppy. Make sure you pump my womb up nice and fat with your cum so I look like a pregnant goddess!”

“Yes Ma’am!” Destiny grabbed onto the thighs, pausing to indulge in their plushness, before sending her cock in.

Being prehensile, it reared up and back, head low. On another day, Hazel might’ve wanted to draw out the foreplay, however with Destiny so horny, her pheromones were everywhere. Not to mention her own body craved a release unlike anything before. She gave a nod just as it struck, squelching against her watermelon-sized cunt. Juices splashed everywhere as she cried out.

Even for her, such a member was enormous. The head completely smothered her cunt. It was persistent as usual, pushing hard until Hazel’s body remembered its purpose; to be filled like no other. With enough force to push her body up the bed, their bodies reunited. Hazel’s tits bounced into each other and her chin, while her legs turned to jelly. Fortunately, Destiny held her up as they moved closer together.

“More,” Hazel grunted and received it as her ass opened yet again, except the tentacle had pre-emptively fattened to the match Destiny’s dick, ripping a joyous scream from her. Only a thin layer of flesh separated them, both grinding against the other as they delved deeper, crushing nerves between them. Of her own volition, Destiny grabbed the huge clit and aimed it down.

Hazel couldn’t see past her four giant tits, but quickly understood as wetness enveloped it. Destiny looked down at her, cheeks red and mouth hanging open in pleasure. Their hips rocked together, both eager for the other’s touch. As they drew nearer, still more pleasure awaited the couple, that being Destiny’s own mega clit. Like everything about the futa, it dwarfed Hazel’s own enormities and stretched her cunt to new levels.

“I’m cumming! Don’t stop fucking me! If you do I’ll… I’ll…” Hazel’s eyes rolled, the thought dying as her belly bulged up between her tits and overhead. The tentacle also surged deeper, foot after foot stretched her bowels until it was coiling through her guts and disfiguring her belly even more. By the time it found her stomach, her abdomen looked completely alien. And it wasn’t done.

Rather than go higher, the tentacle circled back around. It twined around itself, its slime creating viscous squelches and slurps the more aroused Destiny became. Even after its return, the tendril didn’t exit and just coiled on itself once more. On and on, its natural lubricant allowing it to glide despite the increasingly tight space. Hazel just stared into the void as her whole body went rigid from the overdose of pleasure.

Despite the crushing bliss, she felt every touch. Destiny lacked such a hair trigger, still thrusting her cock and grinding against her mons, while using a pussy to make her clit into a cluster-fuck of ecstasy. Supple, yet rough paws rubbed at the writhing mass of Hazel’s stomach, then moved higher to the bottom tier of exercise balls. She found the nipples and tweaked them, before diving forward to wrap her pillowy lips around one.

Yet there was love in her actions. It wasn’t simply lust. Hazel’s chest warmed with every touch, like she knew she was safe, loved, able to just cum her brains out until she passed out. Even so, she didn’t feel those explosions of bliss, just more of it piling up, smothering her under an unbearable pleasure. Then Destiny kissed her and crammed several feet of that wondrous tongue down her throat.

The rest was history.

One moment Hazel floated in happiness, a contentment that could last forever. The next and she was flung into the stratosphere, then yanked down to Earth with enough forced to leave a crater the size of New York. Or that was how it felt when her gut clamped down and unleashed every drop of fem-cum she’d built up since… forever. Muddled sounds of droplets spraying walls and skin triggered another violent flight as her body convulsed in terrifying release.

Through it all, Destiny was relentless. Part of it was guilt, having let her urges take hold as spent the hundreds upon hundreds of points offered to her, giving Hazel a second set of tits on par with the first, and filling them both a little bigger for good measure. After seeing Monica change, she just couldn’t get the memory of Hazel’s double-endowed body out of her mind.

Now she had part of it back. Along with an ass big enough to be mistaken for another person in size alone. Swelling her anus to the size of a deluxe doughnut was just a whim. When she got the chance, she would make more revisions, such as the sensitivity. Making Hazel into a sexual goddess was well and good, but pointless if she came so hard so fast. She had better things to focus on for the moment. Those being Hazel’s many wonderful assets as they ground against and around her.

She gave it her all. Hazel’s tongue wrestled with hers on instinct, infrequent, animalistic moans vibrating through the dozens of kilos of saline, while her holes undulated like a starving snake. The clit pulsed so hard, jerking up and driving Destiny’s own pleasures to new heights. Each thrust was like a heavyweight punch, so powerful it echoed in her bones.

Their bodies clapped together loud enough to echo off the walls. Air and pussy juice combined to make the lewdest symphony, punctuated by the damp claps and squelching of fat pussies colliding. The wet sounds of Destiny’s tentacle sliding around itself were a subtle hum in the background. Sweat ran down their bodies, beads of it gleaming on Hazel’s mountains. Destiny pulled her tongue free, then spun it around a breast and cleared it off perspiration. Until only her saliva remained.

“It’s so good,” Destiny slurred, eyes crossing at the taste and feel of her loving mistress. Her belly quivered and swelled, cum pumping into her internal tanks by the gallon. Hazel had demanded she fill her up like a pregnant goddess, “Gonna cum… gonna be so big for you… Mistress! I’m cumming! Inside! Yes! Breed you! Gotta breed you with my pups! YES!” Destiny howled, inspiring neighbouring canines to take up the call as her several bulbs engorged across her length.

They tripled her already impossible girth and ran from the base, all the way to Hazel’s womb. Nothing would escape anymore. The once fat lips had stretched thin around it, holding on just as tightly. Then each knot swelled even further as cum rushed through, her unique biology dragging out the orgasm into an even more blissful experience.

Whenever the cum surged from bulb to bulb, it was like shooting off all over again. That is, until they reached the final knot just inside Hazel’s uterus and exploded, uninterrupted, up the remaining few feet. Her urethra bulged from within as the wads backed up, then forced it wide apart for a legendary eruption. It depleted her belly by just a fraction, however Hazel’s womb ballooned from the load.

Her tentacle went crazy in response to the sensations. It finally stopped doubling back on itself after half a dozen circuits, and instead raced for the upper exit. Destiny mashed her lips against Hazel’s, still shouting in bliss, in time for her lover’s throat and jaw to bulge obscenely. Her tongue was pushed flat as an even larger beast pushed into her own mouth, heading straight for her gullet. The feeling of it rearranging her insides more than it already had was enough to spark another orgasm.

Then it bursting from her backside to dart back whence it came triggered yet another. Destiny and Hazel were stuck together, each lost in the endless waves of pleasure, closer than they’d ever been despite their bellies pushing each other away. Then tentacle kept them united, as did the cumming cock, pumping gallon after gallon of fat clods of girl-jizz deep inside, intent on breeding Hazel dozens of times over.

Of course, their bodies only lasted so long. Destiny’s cum ran dry, her tentacle exhausted itself and retraced its way through their guts, leaving a deliciously sour taste on their tongues. Her cock similarly slipped out, limp at last. They laid side by side, hands entwined and finally contented.

Until they woke that is.

Chapter 17

Monica remained aloof the next few days. Much as it perturbed Destiny, she just didn’t have the time or energy to fret over her. Keeping her libido under control with a dick and pussy proved difficult, nigh impossible in certain situations, but she managed. With three fully functional pussies added to the mix, it was rarer when she wasn’t leaking sex juice. It naturally made clothing a nightmare.

Though one she only had to worry about that at work or in public spaces that weren’t plastic conventions. Hazel liked her body on display as often as possible, though with some tasteful articles for effect. Those were usually nothing more than a re-purposed bra for her balls, and a bikini top suitable for a hundred average beach goers, and it just barely  covered her nipples, much less her pussies.

For work, Monica had done her a favour and resized her shirts. It was a miracle that she still had a job, let alone any real autonomy. Mornings got easier, but still posed a challenge as she manoeuvred her mammoth mammaries around. The weight wasn’t a problem after spending a few more points on the app, which explained the whole fiasco as a ‘lottery bonus’. It did offer her a reverse option, though who knew what that would entail. Destiny declined after the first morning when Hazel woke up completely nestled between her tits.

“Not again!” Destiny shouted after knocking over a stack of produce for the fourteenth time that day. Weight wasn’t an issue, size was. She couldn’t see the floor no less than four feet ahead of her, which meant anything could be in the demolition path of her tits, and with the sudden size jump, her already poor spatial awareness might as well not exist.

“Clean up, aisle three,” Mike, the assistant manager, said over the headset.

“I didn’t even call it in.”

“I figured you were about due for another accident with those huge knockers.”

“Right,” Destiny sighed and accepted the help of a co-worker. She was a cute thing, small all over, but with a clear appreciation for big things. At least, that’s what she inferred from the constant bug-eyed, slack-jawed look she gave. Beck, if memory served right.

“Any idea what’s up with Monica?”

“None,” Destiny shrugged, which made her implants bounce a little, “Well… some.”

“Ooh, okay. She’s horny for you.”

“Well, maybe not horny.”

“Destiny, sweetheart, everyone is horny for you. She’s just got the super hots for you.”

“R-right,” Destiny chuckled. She’d almost forgotten about the pheromones.

“And she lives with you, right? God, that must be the most awesome torture.”

“It isn’t torture. Oh wait, yeah. I see what you mean,” Destiny contemplated her body defining breasts, which obscured the python-esque cock slumbering in her pants. A hand rubbed at her pregnant middle, slightly larger than when she first grew it, as the tentacle within grew bigger. Was Monica really that into her?

According to Hazel, they’d fucked quite often in that timeline. Things had obviously changed since then, likely because Destiny got the girl of her dreams, but that didn’t mean Monica was okay with it. Maybe they should…

But then it’d be cheating. Or would it? Hazel had already given her consent to some extent, and it wasn’t like Destiny couldn’t at least ask her.

“It’s not a big deal. Monica gets plenty of action,” Destiny said and finished clearing up the spilled vegetables.

“Okay, I don’t have experience, despite my best efforts, but I’m pretty sure no amount of kinky bedroom shit is gonna compare to you,” Beck said, then bit her lip, “Although, like I said, can’t speak from experience. Maybe we should…?”

“No, Beck. I’m not gonna cheat on Hazel with just anyone.”

The girl pouted, then shrugged, “Alright. Catch you later.”

“Yeah, later.”

Destiny stayed in place for a moment longer. Things were getting awkward at home. While finding a place of her own wouldn’t be hard, given how much bank she made online - the retail job was really just to get her out of the house - she didn’t want to make things awkward for her friend. Supermarket managers weren’t exactly paid the best.

May as talk with her, Destiny thought and headed for Monica’s office. It was probably a waste of her break, but it was important, and a body like hers didn’t need much rest when it came to mere physical labour. Passing by the employee restroom, she heard Beck’s voice.

“Lousy fuckin’ luck, not being born with giant hooters. That fuckin’ settles it, screw retirement, I’m getting some if it kills me. Hmm, gonna be so hot. Destiny won’t be able to resist.”

Destiny just smirked. It didn’t matter what Beck tried, nobody could replace Hazel. Except another, even hotter Hazel. Though, on second thought,  why would it be a replacement. They could both use her as they pleased. Double the pleasure. It’d be kind of like having her lover’s dual-body back.

“Keep it together,” Destiny hissed at herself, or rather, at her nipple-pussies as they soaked her shirt in fem-cum. She stopped in front of Monica’s office, a typical dull-blue door with a frosted glass window and plaque with her name and title on it, and took a deep breath. Once they talked it over, things would be good. Simple. Easy.

Terrifying. Better to get it over with, like ripping off a band-aid.

“Monica, can we… talk?”

No one had seen Monica all morning. She’d given a good enough excuse that there were a bunch of emails and behind the scenes crap to handle, meaning she shouldn’t be disturbed or seen for a couple hours. So, that was a fucking lie.

What Destiny found was her boss’s chair pushed as far back as it would go. A pair of black legs were propped on the desk, feet haphazardly dressed in flats, one of which hung off a curled toe. The monitor was off, keyboard shoved to the side, teetering on the edge. Distinct slurps and splashes assailed her ears. Pussies and mouths sounded different, a slight difference in reverberation and bass that only her ears picked out. Those sounds were obviously from a sopping wet cunt.

Monica’s phone blocked her face. Every now and then, she swiped, moaning louder at whatever new stimulus appeared on screen. She only noticed Destiny because her cock exploded into the open, rupturing her pants and exposing her member. Dark eyes appeared as the phone descended to her cleavage, before falling to the desk and revealing the candid photo of Destiny, who gulped upon seeing it. No mistaking it; Monica was horny for her.

“Um…” The dishevelled manager bit her lip, “I can explain.”

“Yea-a-a-h… no,” Destiny retreated from the impossibly awkward conversation that might’ve ensued.

They didn’t talk the rest of the day. Monica was her ride home, which made for a naturally weighty drive, the air thick with unspoken embarrassment. Even when they entered the apartment, they just went their separate ways. Destiny retreated to her and Hazel’s room and called her love, desperate for any advice.

“And you just ran away with your tail tucked between your legs?” Hazel asked.

“Yeah,” Destiny lowered her ears.

“You know I’m cool with it, right?”

“I do, it just feels kinda weird. Doing it with someone else.”

“Hmm, well, would you feel better if I promise to punish you for it?” Hazel’s tone didn’t change, despite what her words implied.

“Kinda? I don’t know.”

“Right. Here’s the deal, if you fuck Monica, I’m gonna have to reinstate my claim to you, Pet. If you don’t, then we can just keep going like nothing ever happened. It’s your call.”

“But it’s like she needs it. Can’t you just make me do it?”

“Honey, I love dominating you, but I’m not about to make you do something you’re so unsure about. Look, take some time, think about it seriously, maybe watch some porn to get in the mood and whatever happens, happens,” Hazel said it so easily. Was it really not a big deal? Destiny might’ve just been over thinking the whole thing.

“What if we wait for you to get off work, then we can have a threesome or something?”

“You think I’d be willing to share you while in the same room?”

“No.”

“Good girl. I’ve gotta get back to work, the boss only gives my tits so much leeway. I’ll see you later and we can go over all the juicy details.”

“I’m not sure about it yet!”

“I’m sure you’ll have something fun to tell me. Right, gotta go. Love you, babe.”

“Love you too.”

“See you tonight,” Hazel said in her sultriest voice, then cut the call.

“Why am I so easy?” Destiny moaned, feeling her cock curl around her breast. All it took was a small change in tone, and suddenly she was horny as hell. She rolled over, gravity forced her breasts apart, but her dick just followed one and kept grinding. Only a thin layer of self-control restrained the beast, otherwise it would’ve penetrated one of her many pussies. As it was, the length wrapped over her belly and slipped along her navel-cunt.

The longer she ruminated, the hornier she’d get. Which just made thinking harder. She didn’t want this to be a spur of the moment decision, after all she was considering cheating on Hazel, albeit with her consent, and fucking Monica. The last time it almost happened whispered in her head, but vanished right away; the past was just that. She wouldn’t let it be an excuse not to help.

“Oh fuck…” She was talking herself into it.

Destiny was horny, Monica was too. But her roommate was in a far more dire situation, body practically boiling over with all that lust, to the point it was affecting her day to day life. If nothing was done, then who knew where things would end up. Insanity? Prison?  She couldn’t rule them out with a body like hers pumping out all those pheromones.

Hell, even she would’ve gone nuts over just the body. Let alone the extra chemicals addling her brain and amping up her libido to impossible levels. Destiny sighed and plunged into the mattress, ass sinking until it squished against the base, falling back to stare at the ceiling. All that she had left to do was to build up the courage to approach Monica.

If nothing else, this would likely contribute to her dailies. It kind of surprised her that the app hadn’t sent her some kind of unique quest for the situation. She knew the thing listened all the time, or rather, it was perpetually aware of everything going on in her life. And that was its cue.

“Help a friend, huh?” Destiny mumbled, looking through the details. It just asked her to be a good friend and lend a helping hand. Of course, she knew better. No matter how innocent something seemed, it’d inevitably lead to a big, gooey, sexy mess. Though, unlike normal, it specified ‘listening’.  Did it expect Monica to talk her into sex? It seemed ridiculous, given that she was close to just doing it anyway, but she’d take extra points. Anything that could make her and Hazel happier.

No sense delaying it, she thought and got up.

“Hey, Monica? Can we talk?” Destiny asked, knocking on her roommate’s door. In record time, it opened and she was welcomed in by a dishevelled Monica.

Bundles of clothes were discarded around the usually pristine room. Destiny only saw it a couple times, but it never looked like a frat house before, with various brands of beer cans strewn about. Amidst those, very clearly used sex toys lay in their own mess. The curtains were half-drawn, allowing a limited amount of light.  Monica plopped onto the bed, back to the futa, who laboured her way over.

“What do you want?” Monica asked

Destiny didn’t have a plan. She’d honestly expected to walk in and get jumped, “Um, how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Nice weather, huh?”

“It’s fine.”

“How’s the, uh, girls?”

“They’re fine.”

“Come on, Monica,” Destiny groaned, “I’m trying here, but I need to know what’s up with you? Or, uh, how I can help? Or something?”

Monica heaved a breath, then turned around to finally look at her, “It’s nothing, alright? I just haven’t been… satisfied.”

“Well, I mean, I can help with that.”

“No, you can’t. Not the way I mean.” Destiny waited, intrigued by what how roommate meant, “You’re… insane. You and Hazel. You both have bodies that most people can only dream of. I wake up everyday and see you two. It’s not exactly fair, is it?”

“I’m sure you can get something done,” Destiny said, already planning to offer paying for it all.

“Yeah, right. Not on my salary and in this country. And I’m not about to go to Brazil for this shit. Don’t even think of paying for it. I don’t want charity.”

“Then think of it as a birthday gift or something.”

“No.”

“Well, what if I just do it anyway? You gonna refuse even after I paid for everything?”

“Just drop it, Destiny. I appreciate it, but I’m fine. Really. This just isn’t something I’m meant to do right now.”

“Ooh, that’s what it meant,” Destiny mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing. Hey, tell me how you’d change your body,” Destiny said and leaned over, huge breast filling the space between them.

“I said ‘just drop it’.”

“Yeah, I know. But hypothetically. Like, say you had magic powers or something and you could change your body in whatever ways you want, what would you do?”

Monica went rigid and turned back around. She hunched her shoulders, “It’s too embarrassing. You’d laugh.”

Destiny giggled and rolled her eyes. That had to be the craziest thing she’d heard in a while. Nothing in fiction or reality could surprise her at that point. After all, she was a seven-foot tall dog-girl with a crazy long, prehensile penis, curves packed with enough saline to smother a grown woman under them, and her belly was home to a strange tentacle creature from some crazy dimension. Literally nothing Monica could conceive would surprise her.

She said as much and grabbed her friend by the shoulders, spinning her around into a hug. She knew it’d drive her crazy, essentially smothering her in the mind-warping musk Destiny wore like a shroud. After a solid minute, she finally let go.

“Okay then…” Monica  breathed, “But you can’t laugh.”

Destiny didn’t. She sat there and took it all in, occasionally arching a brow as she learned Monica had a kinkier side, even beyond the dominatrix work. When everything was laid in the open, her roommate was panting, dark skin glossy with sweat, and a distinct feminine musk mingled with her own scent. She was lucky to have ended when she did, otherwise she might’ve cum just from describing her dream-self.

It went beyond that, though. The way Monica spoke, the sincerity as she vetoed decisions and changed to more outlandish, yet more genuine desires, went beyond a simple ‘dream-bod’. She wanted this. Past mere lustful thoughts, she craved the reality she described. 

“I’ll be right back,” Destiny said, more than a little turned on herself.

She went straight for her phone and filled one of her slots with Monica. The app had been generous since that last update, offering new slots with almost every level, roughly half a dozen were unoccupied. Not that she intended to fill them anytime soon. Hazel would always be enough for her, but she couldn’t ignore a friend.

A new choice presented itself to her; ‘watch in real-time’. Did it mean she could see Monica change before her eyes? All the previous times with Hazel, it happened out of sight. What she wouldn’t give to see her lover burst out of her clothes.

“Let’s try it.”

She returned to Monica’s room and found her roommate splayed out on the bed, panties between her ankles and knuckles deep in her fanny. Destiny gulped and briefly considered leaving, but took a deep breath of the ripe scent of a prime female, ready to be bred. The odour was stronger already, burgeoning every second that Destiny lingered at the door, which clicked shut behind her. The sound was just loud enough to catch Monica’s attention.

“Destiny… something’s… happening…”

Swallowing her doubts, Destiny approached and shed her ‘clothes’. She straddled the much smaller woman, who gasped from the weight. Relaxing upon her, Destiny’s belly flattened the manager’s breasts, stretching almost to her lips. With just a little effort, Monica pecked at the popped out belly button, which translated to pleasure in Destiny’s warped body.

As they stared at each other, Destiny noticed her roommate’s eyes change. The pupils thinned out and elongated like a cat’s. Other changes, though minor, occurred as well. Slightly fuller lips, higher, sharper cheekbones that gave her more feline, predatory appearance. Though out of sight, her breasts were filling out too, pumping with fat from the aether.

“Are we…” Monica trailed off into a moan as Destiny’s ‘child’ snuck out from her womb, following its instinct to find the new, intriguing pussy to explore. When they touched, both gasped and arched their backs.

“We are,” Destiny said, finding conviction after feeling just how fat her roommate’s lips had become. Things were progressing quick, though slow enough for her to savour just how ludicrous her roommate was becoming. She lifted her hips up and encouraged the tentacle to dive into Monica’s snatch, which squelched so viscerally it more resembled a cannonball into the pool, splashing juices all over their thighs and the bed. Naturally, it encouraged her cock into action.

Unfiltered lust guided her member to Monica’s swelling chest. Each breast obeyed gravity as they poured over her rib cage and onto the bed, gaining entire inches before Destiny’s eyes, which snapped shut in pleasure when her dick was caught between plush lips. Monica moaned as she took it deeper, hands lifting her growing tits to massage the writhing shaft.

The pleasure fed her changes. Blissfully unaware, Monica kept sucking and licking, cheeks hollowing as she inhaled around it, even as her lips and jaw pushed out from her face into a soft snout, replete with a cute, pink nose. Fine hairs appeared across her dark skin. Yellow, black and orange stalks filled out the space, the lighter shades stood out all the brighter against her ebony base. Gone was the human face, replaced by what resembled a tiger.

Destiny caught herself on the wall as her rump was lifted by Monica’s. Panting hard, she turned around as her roommate’s legs broadened with muscle, their overall design shifted to resemble an animal. Once svelte feet plumped up and out, toes fattening and curling as claws kneaded the air. More incredible changes followed as Destiny was finally forced to stand, if only briefly, as a whole other body stretched from Monica’s newly furred waist. A second pair of massive paws shredded the sheets as Destiny’s tentacle plunged deep into her ever fatter pussy.

Soft fur tickled the futa’s own snatch as she sat back down, belly squishing her cock. The changes weren’t over, despite Monica’s complete transformation into a tiger-taur. A few more things remained.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

Destiny ripped her cock from Monica’s lips and stood up. The length twisted around in the air, annoyed by the sudden removal, but content with the promise of more. Its shadow danced over the new Monica, who just tracked its movements in primal lust. With everything going on, she couldn’t track everything, which meant she missed Monica’s snatch relocated to her new, resplendent ass. Was it weird to find her tiger body hot? Destiny didn’t care, thinking only with her cock.

Likewise, Monica only thought with her cunt as she spread her legs and stretched for the futa.

“Come on. Pump it into me. Remodel my pussy with your huge, tentacle-cock. Fill my womb with it. Then cum in me. Breed my mighty body and make me birth your kits.”

Every word was like syrup. They clogged Destiny’s ears, coated her skin, and stuffed her nose with the most intoxicating scent. Her cock went rogue and tested the waters, sinking just the first inch inside, before Destiny yanked it away. The damage was done, however. Monica knew it too, her smirk spreading. As did her folds.

“Fuck me up, Destiny.”

She didn’t need telling twice. Destiny straddled the powerful hind legs and leaned back, angled her four-foot cock, then speared it deep into Monica’s hole. Not far behind, the tentacle joined the slippery fun, spearing the tigress and fattening to make sure she felt its presence. Destiny yelled at how tight every inch was.

It wasn’t just her cock and tendril taking all the space. Monica pulled them in, deep tunnel undulating like a gulping throat, forcing the futa closer until their bodies were flush together. Paws the size of melons wrapped around her and squished Destiny tight against the obscenely fat lips, stretched wide by her appendages. Too many sensations bombarded her mind, leaving her unable to control them, which left only instinct to take over. Both limbs thrashed about even as they rushed out and pooled on the bed with the tips barely inside.

Destiny’s eyes rolled when they surged back in. With Monica’s incredible kegels, their power was augmented several times over, slamming home with enough force to crack the bed - or bone? - which sent Monica yowling in a violent orgasm. Her paws crushed Destiny, whose body responded with a second, equally volatile ram. She was almost worried neither of them would survive.

Then Monica pulled her up. It didn’t stop her cock from pounding away, nor did it help her recover from the mind-boggling sensations, until Destiny was mashed into a soft breast. The flesh gave so easily, like a half-full waterbed. One that had sprung a leak as her cheeks were doused in something wet. Oh right, she thought and latched onto a fat nipple, sliding down its length until it stuffed her throat. Milk gushed into her stomach like a tidal wave.

“Yes!” Monica moaned and arched her chest, “Drink from me. My body’s so ready for your babies. Stuff me full and drink me dry.”

Destiny had to wonder how things would change. It wasn’t something ‘small’ like bigger tits. She’d helped Monica realise her greatest fantasy of being a tiger-taur, one with huge milky tits and a voluptuous pussy designed for even fatter dicks. Yet still more waited for her. In the meantime, Destiny gulped and her cock and tentacle continued their assault.

It wasn’t just the shape of her body that changed. Monica had grown taller, exceeding even Destiny. Which made it easier for the taur to hug her tight, refusing to give even an inch. Not that she tried to escape. Lust ruled every synapse and nerve, compelling her to just give in and enjoy, unwilling to refuse after hesitating for so long. Then her whole body stiffened as the next part of Monica’s transformation took hold, conveniently growing right against Destiny’s pussy.

Her mind flashed to the app and what was coming. Destiny arched her rump, which better lined them up as Monica grew a cock all her own, perfectly suited for her feline form. As it swelled deeper into her, little spines spawned across its shaft and dug into her walls. Heat pumped off the new shaft, filling her with a greater lust as her pussy clung to the ballooning cock. The added pleasure affected Monica too, whose rump found a casual pumping motion. It gradually ramped up as inch after inch filled the pregnant futa.

Deeper and deeper. The tip pressed against her swollen cervix, where a tiny serpent exited, thickening as it birthed itself and stowed away into Monica’s own pussy. A sudden jerk preluded a growth spurt, the feline-phallus leaping in girth, crushing the tendril against Destiny’s insides. While it made her moan, her ‘baby’ seemed not to appreciate the suddenly cramped tunnel.

It unfurled from deep within her womb. She had no idea just how long the thing was, only that it never ran out. More length coiled up in her snatch and wound its way around Monica’s cock, weaved through the spines and forced them to stand up, scratching harder against her walls. It dug up more of her juices, now spilling by the cupful down her thighs. Before long, her tentacle and the cock were indistinguishable from one another as one thrust down, while the other punched against her cervix. Monica wanted to penetrate her deepest sanctum.

And she would.

Destiny knew full well just how huge her roommate would become. Already, her pussy that should’ve been too large for any cock to stretch, was finding new limits as Monica approached the final step. Its tapered head found purchase in the nook of her womb and just grew on. The pregnant futa wailed a moan as her womb was penetrated by something so huge.

There was no chance either of them would last long like that. Monica was panting hard, chest lifting and falling with Destiny still throating a nipple, while the other sprayed their bodies, as her hips pounded away. The huge spheres on Destiny’s chest were constantly tickled by the tigress’s fur, becoming pleasure as they engorged further. Everything in her body was just on fire, desperate for the one thing that could cool it.

“Gonna cum,” Monica growled, so deep and powerful that it reverberated through her breasts. Not a moment later, a pair of dense, fluffy orbs swung up and against Destiny’s robust ass. They sloshed from the violent swinging, sloshing when they impacted. However, the things weren’t even close to fully formed.

The longer they took, the more ferocious Monica became. Her every thrust seemed determined to bruise Destiny’s skin, leaving it red and stinging with each deafening smack. The tentacle spiralled all around her length, squeezing intermittently like a whole other cunt, while pounding away at her snatch alongside a fat, prehensile dick. Yet Monica couldn’t cum as her body finished its transition from human female, to tiger-taur futa.

“Goddammit! Let me cum! Fuck!” Monica hugged Destiny tighter, suffocating her in tits the size of beach balls.

Milk surged faster. Destiny’s gut swelled from the sheer amount, even as streams leaked from her lips and nose, eyes wide as she stared up at the tigress’s frustrated, yet ecstatic face. She couldn’t wait to see it in pure bliss.

“Yes!” Monica yowled and hilted inside Destiny, cock pulsating wildly as the underside and spines all flared out. It continued growing, outpacing the cum surging through its cum-duct, until it reached a once unbelievable peak. Destiny’s already tight belly stretched up through her implants, their firmness hugging the bulge, and even over her head. Monica didn’t notice as she sang in pleasure.

Her greatest wish had come true. Destiny had made sure of it. She took in the womb-breaking stretch of cock, wrapped so tight in her skin that she may as well have been a condom, and shuddered in her own climax from the sheer scope of it. A four-foot cock seemed ginormous, but at almost six-feet long, Monica made her feel small. Not that it affected her dual-releases.

Both screamed as they finally let loose. Surges of cum exploded from Monica’s tip, the urethra bulging from the pressure, while her pussy sprayed across the room, only for its flow to sputter as Destiny’s shaft unleashed its load, swelling to twice its size and stretching her hole tight. The futanari shrieked in blissful ejaculation.

Destiny’s internal balls condensed, pulling her skin in tighter and highlighting every detail of Monica’s tiger-dick. They swelled again, as if inhaling, then contracted to unleash all hell. Monica’s more normal testicles did the same, just on a larger scale.

Semen flooded both of their wombs. Destiny’s was first to swell out, already encumbered by an unfathomable tentacle being, gaining entire inches within moments. Monica took a little longer, her uterus naturally larger, but her fluffy underbelly slowly ballooned into a furry sphere. Their bodies swelled with every thump of their cum tanks, pumping entire litres with every pulse.

It wasn’t stopping either. Even after Destiny felt she should’ve been empty, she continued pumping out more, almost to a worrying degree. Monica had no such qualms, mewling as she lazily rocked her hips, cock throbbing with an endless load that kept filling the pregnant futa until she better resembled a balloon than a person. The pressure in her womb pushed on her balls, forcing them to squeeze every drop out and into Monica.

Chapter 16

Destiny groaned and stretched a little, sleep’s veil slowly lifting. A heady aroma of sex surrounded her, notes of cum that stuck to her nostrils, with a prime source of those many layers nestled up close against her monumental chest. She grinned in her half-woken state and felt around for Hazel’s own giant implants. That got her small lover’s attention, who turned her head around to leer back at her.

“Morning,” Hazel said, her voice low and croaky from the early hour.

“Morning,” Destiny breathed and kissed her forehead, nuzzling in against the locks matted with sweat. While they didn’t feel the nicest, she relished the odour. As did her cock, which twitched against her partner’s pert rear. Looking down, she found Hazel scrolling through pictures from yesterday, “Did you have fun?”

“Of course. Even if we had to leave a little early.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’d say we made up for it. Though I do have one regret.”

“What’s that?”

Hazel swiped to a picture of someone dressed in skimpy clothes, huge, fake tits straining the latex strips that constituted her top. That wasn’t where Hazel wanted her attention and zoomed on the top and bottom, where a pair of alert dog ears and a fluffy tail stuck out respectively.

“We should’ve given you ears and a tail. It would’ve been so adorable.”

“Would it?” Destiny felt at her head, wondering about the appeal. No one would really notice them anyway, given how ginormous her curves had become. Turning around, Hazel looked up from the futa’s cleavage, nestled them both from preference and necessity; since her own breasts would get in the way. Even so, she was forced to bend her back away from Destiny’s fecund belly so they could get in close.

“I think so. It’d be an awesome contrast. Cute fluffy ears and tail, combined with the biggest T&A in the world. And the greatest dick too. Hmm, I’m so lucky to be with you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Destiny contested and held her firmer.

“No,” Hazel said with a slap of admonishment, “Do you have any idea what I’d be doing if I never found your page?” Destiny shook her head, “I’d be stuck behind a desk, with some guy or girl that didn’t fulfil me, wondering just what the fuck I’m doing with my life. That was my life. Then I found you.”

Kisses rained down on Destiny’s spheres. Carefully placed to avoid nipples, neither in the mood just yet to drown the bed in their juices again, though each peck still went straight to her crotch. Hands rubbed all over the expanse, travelling entire feet just to reach from side to side, each orb of saline almost the size of the girl doting on them. One hand drifted away to touch her own enormities and Destiny’s squirming gut.

“I mean, I watched porn and I knew the cliché about huge fake boobs, but they never did anything for me. I didn’t bother looking deeper. I just… accepted my lot in life. Then I stumbled on you,” Hazel beamed up at her, sinking between them and breathing deep, “I don’t know if it was your boobs, butt, belly, or cock, but you lit something in me.”

Hazel reached up to pull her down into a kiss, long and tender, “I got implants of my own. Small, y’know, but it was just a start. The bigger I went, and the bigger you got, the better everything felt. Mentally and physically.”

“You were beautiful before though.”

“Oh, I know,” Hazel giggled, “But, let’s be honest, bigger is better.”

Destiny licked her lips, “Yeah…”

The smaller girl groaned and kissed the body-dominating tits again, “When your boobs got bigger than watermelons, I just… I knew I never wanted anything less ever again. Then you just went even further and that was it. I had to be with you.”

“Hazel…”

“And you’ve only gotten bigger. I love you, Destiny. Not just for your body, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“You basically saved me. I know it sounds kinda cringe to say your body gave me purpose…”

“More creepy than cringe, I’d say.”

Hazel smacked her boob, “Shush you. But it really did. I found a new passion. Even cosplaying was getting old to me. Now my boobs, which you inspired, made it exciting again. Not to mention no one mistakes me for a twelve-year-old boy anymore.”

“So you really love my boobs, huh?”

“And your butt. And your belly. And your cock.”

“Just using me for my body, huh?”

“And your humour,” Hazel sat up, “Your passion for games. How you share it with people. There’s gotta be so many people you’ve helped.”

“I mean... there can’t be that many,” Destiny shrugged.

“And so humble too,” Hazel said, “I’m serious, though. Some people don’t know what they want, feel out of place, unable to find what they don’t even know they want. You validate them. Maybe that makes them, or you, weird. But it’s nice knowing they’re out there too, right? You give them that, Destiny.  And the bigger you get, the more people discover you and the more they find themselves too. Remember how many people were there yesterday? I guarantee more then eighty-percent of them were there because of you.”

“So… to summarise… bigger is better.”

Hazel grabbed a pillow and smacked her, “I’m being sincere. You can’t just ‘summarise’ it… but yeah. Bigger is better.”

“And it’d be better if I had dog ears and a tail?”

“Definitely.”

“So I’d be your, what? Dog? Girlfriend? Dog-Girl-Friend?”

Hazel bit her lip, “Not gonna lie. I like the idea of some pet-play.”

“Okay,” Destiny pushed herself up to kiss the girl of her dreams, that distinction only solidified now, “I’ll be back in a bit. Nature calls.”

‘Bigger is better’ repeated over in her mind as she strolled through the apartment and into her bedroom. Game room, she corrected herself. In that timeline, she and Hazel had been sharing a room for years already. In that time, they’d both been getting bigger and loving it. After hearing all that, Destiny couldn’t deny that she wanted to grow a little more. Not just for Hazel, but the mostly faceless fans that somehow found purpose in her own exuberant size. And herself.

Sure, she was already massive. Every now and then she recalled what it was like before, when she could look down and see her feet, or when she didn’t duck under every doorway, or that her steps weren’t turned into stomps just from the sheer weight on her legs. She didn’t want to imagine what the scales would say.

Even so… she wanted it. That moment of excitement as she grew even just a couple inches bigger all over, then discovering what else changed in her life, how that affected her relationship with Hazel, in and out of the bedroom. At present, she’d discovered that she grew from an early age, taller than just about everyone else, pressured into basketball and quitting when it was obvious she wasn’t an athlete. It her height that influenced the decision for implants.

Even as a C-cup before, at almost seven-feet they just didn’t seem like much. Destiny grinned down at her oversized chest as she entered her room, finding her old phone on the bed, as if it expected her. She hadn’t jumped to anything ridiculous right away, only DD, but it just didn’t fit her either. F was the same. G and J no better. When she got to O, things were finally looking excessive. Yet not enough.

Destiny grabbed her phone and went to the bathroom. It wasn’t untrue that she needed the bathroom. It wasn’t until her implants exceeded the alphabet that she was placated. Temporarily. Just glancing through her old posts, there were dozens of people craving for bigger sizes, for her to make beach balls seem small. And she did. It might’ve seemed like peer pressure from her fans, however she wanted it. Her body did too.

It was the app’s doing of course, but her body was just made for expansion. Every drop of saline put into her did nothing to harm the skin. No matter how tightly stretched she became, her body adjusted and was ready for more in weeks. Destiny took a deep breath as she perched on the toilet and booted up the app.

‘Congratulations! For your exemplary behaviour in the last quest, here’s a little something extra!”

That ‘little extra’ turned out to be almost twice as many points. She’d levelled up too, earning an extra slot. It seemed the app had changed to award slots for each level. Not that she had any desire to fill them at that moment. Absent-minded fingers traced patterns in a breast, wondering how big she’d get. The slider wasn’t even close to its limit.

None of them were.

“First the ears and tail.”

She found the sub-menu for animal traits and scrolled for the canine attributes. It wasn’t cheap to enact the changes, but she had plenty of points to spare. The ‘apply’ option appeared, but she waited for when she grew everything else. Her on-screen avatar had already added its new appendages, hair changed to help cover the sides of her head, since she didn’t have ears there. Good call, she thought. It looked strange otherwise.

As she pumped up her boobs, a new option appeared, giving her pause.

‘Would you like these changes to be diegetic?’

She asked for more info. Because of the changes thus far, she could enlarge herself without the app. Though that would cost a small fortune, and they spent quite a lot on the convention. However, for half the cost, it would enable her growth for free. Unlike normal, where retroactively grew, people would know she got bigger in real time. She could surprise Hazel with them.

“Worth a shot,” Destiny shrugged. It wasn’t like she was doing something completely out of the ordinary for the new her, if anything, it might’ve been strange to some that she hadn’t filled up in the past few months. After she was satisfied with the amount of points in her breasts, which weren’t reflected on the avatar - likely to keep the surprise - and she put a couple dozen points into her ass. Much as everyone made a big deal about her breasts, she wanted to stay somewhat balanced.

If her tits could smother a person, then her ass should too. She hit ‘apply’ and groaned deep, cock hardening as a delicious pressure built just above her massive fake ass, building until it exploded with a thwack against the toilet lid. She heard it so much clearer too, like it happened right against her ear instead of a couple feet below. Rising, she swayed on her feet from the unexpected weight hanging behind her.

Fortunately, her body adjusted rapidly. She was born that way after all, she just didn’t remember it. Waddling to the mirror, she reached up to lift the veil of hair that covered the sides of her head, finding nothing but more follicles. It helped fill out the lost space a little, though still peculiar to see. The undercut portion had erupted back to a full curtain, just a little shorter than the other side. Two large, droopy dog ears perched atop her skull.

They moved if she concentrated even a little. As one hand brushed them, she felt the fingers on her black fur, the same colour persisting through her tail, and heard the strands rustle. It seemed they already knew to ignore certain sounds, requiring her focus to pick out her heartbeat. Listening closer, she sifted through other sounds, like the general hum of the pipes, and picked out Hazel’s breathing. A smile lifted her lips and set her tail wagging.

“Guess I’m her bitch now,” Destiny said to her reflection, though neither minded the idea. If anything, her ‘front tail’ rose higher in anticipation of what it could entail. Shaking her head, she headed back out. How was the app supposed to give the funds to get another filling?

She found her answer with her other phone, discarded on the couch in last night’s rush to get in bed. On it was a text from the Filler Clinic, appropriately run by one Doctor Filler, stating that she had an anonymously donated appointment in a couple hours. Now the only problem was transport.

Driving was out of the question. With tits like hers, it was impossible to manoeuvre a steering wheel, let alone reach it. Hazel wasn’t any better. That left either public transport, but that would get her seen and word would reach Hazel before the big reveal, or Monica. Did she even have the day off? Destiny thought ahead and booked an extra day just in case the convention was too taxing.

She went to her roommate’s door and tapped on the wood. A few moments later and it cracked open, Monica’s dark eyes peering through, with her hair dishevelled. Familiar scents of sex wafted out with her appearance.

“Uh, hey,” Destiny said.

“Hey,” Monica kept the door only slightly ajar, not revealing more than a fraction of her room, “What’s up?”

“I… was wondering if you had some spare time.”

The dark skinned woman glanced back, grinned for a second, then faced her again, “Should do, yeah. What do you need?”

“I’ve got an appointment in a bit and I kinda wanna surprise Hazel, so…”

“Another filling? Hasn’t it only been a few months?”

“Yeah,” Destiny chuckled, tail wagging nervously, “You know me; can’t help but want more.”

Monica sighed, “Sure. What time?”

Everything was in place. All that remained was to wait until her appointment. She thanked Monica and returned to Hazel, leaving their roommate to do what, or whoever was in her room. Once in the bedroom again, with the greatest shortstack laying on the bed, just waiting for her, Destiny couldn’t help it and leapt over. That set off a wave of giggles in her lover as they embraced, rolling over the sheets and basking the residual wetness from their excessive night.

“You were gone for ten minutes,” Hazel said.

“I know, I just missed you is all,” Destiny sighed and rested her head on a breast twice its size.

“If you were anyone else, I’d call you ‘clingy’. But I guess it’s to be expected, isn’t it?” Hazel ruffled the ears as she spoke, cooing as Destiny let out a soft moan, eyes closing in comfort. She was safe with her partner.

“I don’t have to be clingy,” Destiny said, “Just tell me to be whatever you want.”

“Hmm, not sure if you’re genuine or if you’re trying to turn me on. It’s fine either way. I love you for who you are.”

“Okay.”

They laid there, scrolling through Hazel’s phone, checking youtube, watching random videos and the like. Sunlight peeked in through cracks in the curtains, bathed them in its warmth and illuminated just how much a mess they’d made. The smells were everywhere, permeating everything to Destiny’s glee. Not only was Hazel’s scent all around, but so was hers, meaning the stacked, petite beauty would never forget her aroma either. The thought got her tail wagging.

Hazel just smiled and idly ran fingers through her hair. If given the chance to never move from that spot, Destiny would take it in a heartbeat. She was content in that moment.

But the possibility of an even better reception got her up.

“Sorry, I have errands.”

“No worries. I should probably clean up a bit. Much as I love laying in our filth, I’d rather not be sticky 24/7.”

“I like you sticky,” Destiny said and nuzzled in.

“Okay, okay. Settle down. We need a shower. A normal one. Save the fun for later.”

“Alright,” Destiny pouted, but obediently followed her lover to the bathroom. Sounds of wet smacks and slurps, through they were different from the noises a mouth made, breeched Monica’s door. Muffled gasps and moans were just as prevalent, intermingled with unfettered sounds that must’ve been Monica. The couple shared a knowing smile as they passed by.

Difficult as it was, the shower went by uneventfully. Destiny was on her best behaviour, dick always tempting her, especially as she and Hazel crammed in the shower, however she managed to get by. All it took was a sharp look to keep her in line too.

She couldn’t hide the grimace at losing Hazel’s scent, though it was undeniable how much smoother her skin was afterwards. She also couldn’t resist shaking off the moisture, breasts and ass clapping voraciously. The sounds deep and penetrating, like the bass at a nightclub, which got Hazel giggling, before she appeared from behind to hold the spheres together.

“Think if we hooked some mics up, that’d blow out some windows?”

“Maybe. But that sound’s for you alone.”

“Hmm, don’t say that. Monica deserves a little care too.”

“Huh?”

“What? I’ve seen how she looks at us, mostly you. It’s why I agreed when you two got it on. I can’t just keep all of this,” Hazel grunted, hefting the monumental shapes up in her skinny arms, “To myself.”

“I guess so,” Destiny said, “But I’d rather be with you.”

“Only because I can actually fit you in me.”

“That’s only part of it,” Destiny turned and kissed her.

“I know. Come on, you better get dressed. Don’t want my puppy getting picked up by animal control for public indecency. Besides, who knows what you’d get up to without me there.”

‘Dressed’ was a strong word for Destiny. Everything in her actual wardrobe barely covered her. In appearance, she was a bimbo through and through, showing off her breasts, stomach and more than a little of her ass cheeks too. None of her pants were anything more than booty shorts. Skirts didn’t fall any further. The only thing that constituted as ‘clothing’ for her dick was a modified hammock and sock.

She bit her lip and went to the special wardrobe. Nothing that she could see, just loose hangers. Regardless, she pulled one out and mimed getting dressed in something a little more respectable, then checked with her phone’s camera, sighing in relief and disappointment. It was better than everything else, though she still showed off over a foot of cleavage, and her pants left nothing to the imagination. The only reason she wouldn’t get arrested was on a technicality.

At least she was the only one that saw the truth; that she was completely naked. The only physical item she had was her handbag, just to hold her wallet and phone. Every step, her cock slapped against her thighs, a rich meaty noise that usually came from sex, while her tits rubbed her belly, which jostled about in tandem with her huge ass cheeks, bobbing along and grinding together erotically. Despite her permanent waddle.

Destiny eased herself into Monica’s car. Fortunately, it was a mini-van, designed to pack in several people, or one oversized dog-girl with a belly and tits larger than life. Even so, she was forced to splay her legs from end to end, the front seat pushed all the way forward to accommodate her tummy.

“You alright?” Monica asked, checking in the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Hopefully still will be after I fill up.”

“My poor baby.” Monica pouted and rubbed the dashboard, though her eyes remained on Destiny, as if seeing past the magic to leer at her naked form.

“Are you alright?” Destiny asked.

“Hmm… Huh? Oh, yeah. Fine. Uh, we should go, yeah?” Monica revved the engine to life and all but peeled out of the apartment car park.

The clinic wasn’t far. If she didn’t worry about getting spotted and swarmed by fans - and ruining the surprise for Hazel - she’d have gone alone. As it was, plenty of people were staring at Monica’s car as it went by, no doubt recognising the gigantic spheres crammed into the back. None were crazed enough to follow them to her relief.

“Um, I don’t know how long this’ll take,” Destiny said as they pulled in.

“It’s okay. I might browse for a while.”

“Okay.” Taking a deep breath, Destiny began the laborious task of getting out. Inside, people instantly recognised her. The receptionist, a living advertisement for the clinic’s speciality, beamed as she stomped over.

“Welcome back, Destiny. The doctor’s ready and waiting.”

“Already?”

“Of course. You’re our number 1 customer. It’d be rude not to see you right away.”

“I suppose,” Destiny chuckled, tail swaying limply, “Uh, I’ll just go through.”

“Oh, and congrats by the way.”

“Uh, thanks.” Congrats for what? Maybe she didn’t know about her and Hazel and only heard recently? That seemed unlikely, though she couldn’t fathom what else it would be.

“Ah, hello again, Destiny.” Doctor Filler, also a woman and walking advert for the clinic, turned around from her desk to beam at, undeniably, the biggest accomplishment of her career.

“Hi… Doctor Filler,” Destiny said and walked to the bed.

“Congrats by the way.”

“On what?” Destiny frowned.

“Guess hormones make you forgetful. Might be best to leave it a surprise, eh? You’ll love it, don’t worry.”

Destiny gulped, unsure whether to push for more, but… the app never steered her wrong. Except when it turned Hazel into a two-headed human-taur, though even that wasn’t terrible. Long as she didn’t even up like that, or more, then she would tolerate whatever came.

“S-sure. Um, how long will it take? My friend’s outside waiting for me.”

“A couple hours.”

“Okay.” Destiny relayed the information back to Monica, who said she’d wait, slightly amused by the prospect of how long it’d take. With that, Destiny took her place and let the Doctor do her thing.

First up was the basic fillings. A huge syringe filled with thick liquid approached her breast. She held her breath as it entered her ‘fill port’, a little entrance hidden by the enormous swell of her implant, then hissed in pleasure as the cool fluid entered her. It wasn’t unlike when her balls filled up yesterday, a constant pushing from within her body, stretching it further and further. She bit her fat lip, keeping the moans to a minimum, even while her dick swelled up. It must’ve looked amusing in her invisible pants, since the doctor chuckled at the sight.

“That’s one.”

“Of how many?” The app never gave her an idea of just how huge she was gonna get. Just one fill seemed plenty, her breast at least a couple inches bigger all around, its weight pulling on her back just a little more. Not enough to be a concern. Not yet.

“Keep it a surprise, like I said.”

A second syringe pumped into her tit. Then a third and fourth. Destiny panted, leaning on her hands and struggling with the urge to touch herself, her breasts completely disproportionate to one another. She’d need a whole other person to help hold the enlarged one.

“And that’s number six. Amazing!” Doctor Filler chortled, “I’ll never get over how your skin handles this amount. That’s already another ten-thousand CCs.”

“Ten-thousand?” Destiny gawked at her breast. It’s volume had to be insane. Wasn’t a thousand CCs enough to go from flat to a DD? And she just had ten of those pumped into her. Her cock lurched and smacked her in the face, spurring the doctor into a fit of giggles.

“It’s okay to masturbate, Destiny. Maybe that’s how your body handles this so well; by converting the physical strain into pleasure? Hmm, thoughts for later. Let’s get the other filled up, then we can work on your rear.”

Destiny didn’t have the discipline to stop herself. She jerked her enormous trouser-snake as ten-thousand more CCs were pumped into the other boob, levelling them out. Every inch of her skin felt so tight, the soft breeze of the air con cutting straight to her nerves and urging her to masturbate harder. Pre-cum splashed down and coated her swollen tits.

Unsurprisingly, Doctor Filler couldn’t resist feeling them up too. Her spare hand found a nipple, easily two or three feet away from Destiny’s pectorals, well beyond the futa’s own reach. Their hands slipped all over the place, pre-cum gushing faster as her arousal crept ever higher. Of its own accord, Destiny’s cock slotted itself between her tits, throbbing against the swelling implant and thrusting in tandem with her strokes. As the final syringe depressed into her mountain, she turned around and laid on her front.

Or tried to. At that point, her breasts completely overshadowed her belly and propped up her upper torso. Even if she wasn’t pregnant with a tentacle creature, there’d be no lying on her front again. Good thing she was always a side-sleeper.

In the next few moments, Doctor Filler had the next syringes prepped and ready. Destiny resumed her masturbation as her ass filled out, rising higher like dough in a time-lapse. Each cheek remained round and pert, flawless spheres jutting from her unreal hips - one of the few, ‘natural’ parts of her body. Each was twice the size of her head and still growing.

“All done,” Doctor Filler said.

“S-sorry about the bed,” Destiny said, pushing herself up to reveal a large pool of pre, which dripped over the edges.

“Don’t worry about it. Clarice will gladly clean it up. Anyway, now for the real surprise. Would you like to be awake for it?”

“Um…” Destiny wasn’t sure her nerves would hold if she was concious for whatever she had coming, “No, thanks. More of a surprise that way, right?”

The doctor smiled, “Right. Well, let’s get on with it. Knowing you, everything will go perfectly.”

A few minutes later and Destiny was under. Vague dreams floated around in her slumber, nothing that stuck, usually erotic in nature, but sometimes just a kaleidoscope of colours and images she couldn’t make sense of. Eventually, they drifted away as an electric light coaxed her back to reality.

Monica was there when she woke up, seated at the side with a magazine in her lap. Destiny was on the cover, though it was clearly taken from her Instagram and not a proper photo shoot. The futa groaned and pushed herself up.

“Welcome back. Your ‘friends’ were getting a little antsy,” Monica said with a nod to the foot of the bed, where the sheets shifted about. Destiny didn’t lift them, feeling it as her tentacle ‘child’ and cock writhed together, grinding like a pair of lovers in heat. Still groggy, she didn’t bother stopping them.

“How long was I out?”

“Two hours. Given what they were doing, I figured  it’d take longer.”

“Huh?” Destiny frowned. Everything felt a little numb, like it wasn’t her body, “What did they do?”

“You really forgot. Well, guess you can’t see them at your size.”

“See what?” She demanded, finally out of patience with the cryptic words.

“Your new orifices,” Doctor Filler explained, stepping in with a clipboard, a beaming smile, flushed cheeks and tussled hair, as if she’d been ‘busy’. Glancing at Monica, she noticed the black woman had the same appearance.

“My what?”

“It’s experimental. Not something I’d allow just anyone to get either, but you were the perfect candidate. Honestly, I’m relieved you were chosen among the others. Don’t see why we even had to have a raffle for it. You’re the clear choice.”

“My. What?” Destiny repeated, slower that time.

“Ah yes, sorry. Your new ‘vaginas’ are fully functional. All three of them.”

Destiny didn’t have the mind for a better response beyond a loud, “HUH?!”

It took a while to calm down enough to listen clearly. She just couldn’t wrap her head around it properly, the very idea that someone would even consider such a surgery, much less that, looking in mirror, confirmed she’d received it. How was it so fast too? She asked Doctor Filler, who was evasive to say the least. Like she didn’t even know how.

The app… Destiny just groaned and studied the irrefutable labia that now shared her newly plumped up areola - a side effect of the surgery - with her also fattened nipple. It  wasn’t all bad. The larger nub and circle made her size seem a tiny bit more natural. Fortunately, they weren’t nearly as bloated as her actual pussy, closed up nice and snug, almost like they weren’t there. Not only that, but one had replaced her navel.

“I’m a freak,” Destiny said. Her conclusion came not only from the added orifices, but the fact she was struggling to keep her cock and tentacle from fucking them. Without a doubt, she was aroused. Between her new size and the outlandish additions, she wanted nothing more than to fuck or jerk off.

“No you’re not,” Monica said and moved in close. Next to the dog-eared futa, she was tiny in every sense of the word. A strange sight, given how long Destiny had spent looking up to meet her manager’s eyes, and staring almost straight at her plump breasts. Now she seemed tiny. Almost flat by comparison, “For what it’s worth, I know about a hundred girls that would bang you.”

“Yeah, but what about Hazel?” Destiny’s tail fell, “She’ll hate me. This is weird, even for us.”

“I’ve got a feeling she’ll love it. That girl is… kinky.”

Destiny sighed, “Y-yeah.” No sense in worrying. Anything crazy could be undone with the app, right? This was all diegetic, so it was reasonable that she could fix it with the reality-bending program. She smiled at Monica, who returned the gesture, then dropped it and walked out. Destiny frowned and followed, but her friend had moved on already.

“How’re you feeling?” Doctor Filler asked.

“Better. It’s just… a lot, I guess.”

“I’m sorry. We should’ve told you.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s my fault for forgetting like that. Like you said, hormones.”

“Right, well… the least I can do to make up for it is to offer a little extra.” Destiny followed her eyes to the syringes.

“That, uh, depends. How much is a ‘little’?”

FUCK! What was she thinking?! Destiny lamented her impulsive desire as she waddled out into the reception, steps several decibels louder from the enormous weight added to her frame. The doors required all her problem-solving skills honed in games just to manoeuvre through. Monica took one look at her from the car and shook her head.

“Yeah, figured.” Destiny sighed and ordered a courier van. It was about the only vehicle she would fit on, since any car or bus would be far too cramped. Fortunately, the driver was professional and helped her in. As she sat in the darkness, a weird sense of nerves, anticipation and arousal mingling as she rubbed her titanic bust, “Thirty-thousand CCs… I just had to get thirty-fucking-thousand.” Despite her harsh tone, her body was hot, pussies dripping wet and her cock fighting against her self-control.

Getting back to her apartment was torture. There was no chance the elevator would tolerate her weight. Monica stayed with her, pulling and motivating her up every flight of stairs. The door posed a whole new challenge, one that no amount of puzzling skills would solve. In the end, she and Monica just brute forced their way in. The amount of noise was more than enough to attract Hazel, who came running out in nothing but a robe.

“Ho…ly… SHIT!”

“Um,” Destiny straightened, ears and tails drooping, “Surprise?”

“Destiny…”

“I might’ve gone overboard. And I didn’t know about the vagina things. And I know I should’ve told you. And…”

“Bedroom. Now.” Hazel commanded, no hint of anger among the raw lust.

“Yes… Mistress…” Destiny shook as she said it, leaving a trail of juices behind her, while three more trickled down her body. She glanced back at Monica, who busied herself in the kitchen. It looked like she wanted any excuse not to look at them.

Destiny would ruminate on it later. For now, she had a very important shortstack waiting.

Chapter 15

Just a few more hours. Destiny repeated that in her head as they drove back home. Vibrations skittered up body just from the engine, with bumps and sudden stops feeling like a meteorite of untainted sexual need had struck her. She did her best not to look over at Hazel, whose little arms looked all the smaller as she reached over her giant spheres, but failed constantly. Pre-cum gushed from her bound cock and soaked into the seat.

Hazel didn’t say much to her on the trip. A blessing really, since her voice alone could’ve pushed her over the edge. Just recalling the higher-pitched tone when they were in bed, darkening as lust and pleasure took its toll, tested Destiny’s will. It reminded her of a deluxe rubber band pulled to its limit, frayed all over, yet it held. But that couldn’t last much longer.

“Just a few more hours,” Destiny whispered.

By some miracle, she made it back to the apartment. The stairs required her full attention, a climb of Everest proportions to the hugely pregnant futa, whose balls had kept bloating. A whimper trilled past her lips when she came to the final door, only for her belly to get lodged inside. Why did she have to try that stupid quest?

“Hold on, I’ve got you,” Hazel said, ducking under the blockage. After some rummaging sounds, she came back with the belly lotion, which she poured all over, then rubbed it in. Destiny bit her lip and braced against the frame, eyes going wide as her cock thrashed against the tape. Jesus titty-fucking Christ!

She made no secret that she loved belly massages. Even with a magically augmented body like hers, the skin got tight and sore sometimes, which required a very loving hand and lots of lotion. After growing throughout the day, that love turned into a fetish as her internal balls roiled. Panting, Destiny pushed against the door.

“Ha, hmm… Hurry!” Destiny whimpered. She couldn’t fail this far into the quest. What would the app have her do then? Repeat it? Or give her some kind of punishment? Whatever it did, she didn’t care at the moment. All she wanted was to be free.

“I’m trying, it’s just…” Hazel breathed deep, hands trembling slightly, “You’re not the only one holding back here.”

“Don’t say that,” Destiny said, “I just, ooh, wanna not cum for a few more hours.”

“Good thing you never tried No Nut November. You’d pop within a week.”

“Probably less.”

They both nodded in agreement as Hazel tossed the lotion aside. Now it was just a matter of muscle as she pulled and Destiny pushed. She didn’t know the exact anatomy of her body, before or after the app changed her, but her balls must’ve squeezed through first. With those inside, the constant pleasure swelled them larger and helped the rest of her in with a sharp POP. Naturally, the sudden release stole her balance and she toppled onto Hazel.

Not only that, but the tape holding her cock finally became too saturated in pre to stick any longer. Her member flopped free and darted straight for Hazel’s pussy. It got inside, but only a few inches as the petite hottie snapped her thighs shut. Destiny had no idea why, but her girlfriend had some serious strength down there.

“You just don’t want to cum, right?” Hazel asked.

“Y-yeah,” Destiny panted, holding herself up enough that her boobs weren’t suffocating, “It’s, uh, important to me.”

“Okay,” Hazel said, then squirmed her way out from underneath, cock sliding out too, “Wait here. I’ll get ready.”

Ready for what? Destiny didn’t ask it aloud and just nodded, watching the comparatively giant ass on her little lover sashay into their bedroom, while her cock hovered in the air, like it didn’t understand where the wet hole went. She had no idea what Hazel had planned, though it had to be something to help. For as insatiable as the girl was, she still knew when to reign it in.

Minutes passed in quiet anticipation of… something. Then the door opened, though no one appeared. Destiny took it as an invitation and stomped towards it, her belly so heavy and sensitive, the air cool against its glossy exterior, while the inside burned with unfettered desire. She pushed the door opened further and carefully squeezed her way in, thankful that they weren’t all uniform. Last thing she wanted was to get stuck again after Hazel went out of her to do, well, whatever she’d done.

The light was off, curtains drawn, and the bed shrouded in darkness even with the light behind her.

“Shut the door,” Hazel said. She did, then waited for the next command. Or guidance. Not a command. Sure, Hazel got a little controlling in the bedroom, but it wasn’t a BDSM thing. Destiny still wasn’t into that stuff. She just wanted her partner to be happy, which usually meant doing as she said whenever needed.

“Hold your cock still.” Which included that. Destiny grabbed her member and held it tight as possible, though it wriggled all over the place. She heard sheets moving, but didn’t move from her spot, waiting to see what Hazel had in mind. A hiss left her lips at the touch of cold leather against her base, then a gasp as it tightened to uncomfortable levels. A second circle of leather constricted her just under the head.

“Good. Turn on the light.”

Destiny fumbled for the switch. heart pounding. She could guess what happened, however she needed to know for certain. Finally, the room was bathed in a warm light, just dim enough to create a more sensual atmosphere. Hazel stood in front of her, a leash in one hand, and the biggest grin on her gorgeous face. Tracing the lead, Destiny’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open at the sight of a collar tightly wrapped around her dick. But there was one more shock as she felt around her base, finding an expensive belt looped tight around her.

“Now you won’t cum until I decide otherwise,” Hazel said, then pulled on the lead, “Now come, you got me all worked up at the con. I think you owe me.”

“Yes,” Destiny said and followed her to the bed, which squeaked in agony under the weight of their implants and her gigantic belly. She was laid on her back, gut standing at least three feet up high and spreading half as wide. Seconds later and her world was engulfed by Hazel’s ass, voice stifled by the plush pussy. Everything was muffled by Hazel’s gloriously juicy thighs.

It was meant to help them fuck properly, which worked perfectly. However, now the other use came into play as Destiny’s mouth was smothered in it. She could just barely breathe, every inhale saturated in her lover’s aroused scent, which only made her cock that much more eager to enter.

“Tap once for yes. Two for no. Got it?” Even with her thighs tight against her ears, Destiny heard her voice clear as day.

She tapped once.

“Good. This part’s simple. Eat me my pussy until you either pass out, or I decide otherwise.” One tap, “Good girl. Now, get to work.”

So she did. Destiny was no stranger to making out with her lover’s pussy, both before and after it grew to the size of a melon. Honestly, she loved it. Her endless tongue rushed out to taste every inch it could, like it hadn’t memorised the flavour a hundred times before, and went for the cervix right away. The barrier welcomed her muscle, convulsing as she teased it. A playful thrust against its centre earned a moan.

That was exactly what she wanted. To make Hazel feel good. It didn’t matter that she had a cock or a gut full to bursting with her backed-up balls, so long as she could reach up and grope Hazel’s ridiculously firm ass, pull it down and suffocate herself in pussy. Juices leaked all over her face, streaming down her cheeks and chin to pool beneath her head. It didn’t matter how much she slurped up, or how tight she tried sealing her lips. There was simply too much.

Just as she wanted. Destiny changed tactic and pulled her tongue back, then nipped at the fat folds smothering her. What she’d quickly discovered about Hazel’s new cunt, was how sensitive it was to pleasure and little else. Even as she bit and sucked hard, essentially giving the massive snatch a series of hickeys, the girl responded by grinding into her. Exactly the way Destiny loved it.

With all that pleasure surging throughout her entire body, she just couldn’t control her body. Destiny froze as her cock wormed between her tits, then climbed to nestle deep between her lover’s own, less absurd rack. She feared Hazel would snap, pin it down and leave her begging. To her surprise, the gigantic, dainty girl pulled it in for a deep kiss. Certain she wouldn’t get chewed out for its actions, though still worried, Destiny redoubled her efforts on eating her out. A fresh spillage of juices soaked her face.

“Insatiable,” Hazel moaned from above and pushed down with her hips, “You’re my seat and yet you’re trying to fuck my face right now.”

It wasn’t Destiny. Not entirely anyway. She’d heard men complain that their dicks had minds of their own, and for her it was unnervingly accurate, as the sinuous member coiled around one breast, then thrust against Hazel’s lips. Oh god, they were so plush and inviting. It’d never fit of course.

Not unless she made more adjustments on the app. Would Hazel like that?

“That’s fine,” Hazel said and jerked the fat prick with her tiny hands, “So long as you’re aware of the consequences.”

Consequences? Destiny inhaled the juices as realisation dawned on her too late, her member stiffening in an effort to cum, yet the belt held tight. Not a drop got past it. She arched her back, belly going taut, skin straining as it bloated. Unlike during the convention, where the build up was slow and constant, this was a denied release. Her body went into overdrive to compensate for the load she was supposed to lose. Several pounds of fresh cum pushed her deeper into the bed.

That’s why Hazel let the cock have its way. Rigid nipples poked against her belly as the girl leaned over, letting the cock have its way with her boobs. Destiny did her best to focus on the task, but her belly was so tight and sensitive, just the feeling of tits rubbing it was heavenly. A whimper was stifled in Hazel’s cunt as petite hands found her popped-out belly button.

Every second that passed stacked the sensitivity. A constant pressure pushed from within her gut, skin stretched tight, nerves forced to the surface where just a wisp of Hazel’s breath was like lips snapped onto her clit. She couldn’t even imagine what it’d be like if Hazel so much as kissed her belly button.

No sooner had she finished the thought, then it became reality.

Destiny screamed. Her cock lurched upright, angry veins all over its length, while her balls cramped hard. It didn’t hurt, nothing about this situation was uncomfortable for her, though it could easily be the same. At that point, Hazel could impale her ass on the Washington Monument and she’d cum. Not that she wanted that, when Hazel suckling on the fat nub of her belly button could’ve put her under at any second.

Yet it never happened. She continued slurping and kissing and nibbling and thrusting as Hazel tormented her mindless cock. All it wanted was to cum. Yet a five-foot bimbo-figured girl denied it over and over.

Everything stood out in her mind only to be pushed aside by something else. Just the feeling of their sheets sticking to her skin as perspiration jumped to the skin. Hints of saltiness leaked into Hazel’s juices, the girl working up a sweat too. Destiny had no idea how long they’d been at it by then, though she’d keep at it for however long Hazel wanted. Seconds, minutes, hours… days if she wanted.

Fortunately, Hazel wasn’t so insatiable - that night, at least - and granted her light once more.

“Enjoyed yourself?” Hazel asked, leaning over the immense curve of her tits. Being less than five-feet away, they seemed all the bigger, yet were overshadowed by the dripping wet folds that were against her lips. Destiny reeled her tongue back in, licking her face ‘clean’, and nodded. It hadn’t just drenched her face, but the sheets and her hair were absolutely soaked. They squelched just from nodding.

“Good, because I certainly did. But now it’s time for the real fun,” Hazel said and turned around. The cock instantly buried itself between her ass cheeks, then tried sliding low, no doubt aiming for her pussy, only for the glorious shortstack to clench and trap it. Destiny giggled at her raw power, not even thinking it could be her dick submitting to her. Huge tits rested her on even larger belly as Hazel squatted low.

They felt so good. Destiny almost reached up to feel them, but held back since her lover hadn’t invited her. A knowing smirk teased her from over the mountain of curves, then vanished as she threw her head back in abject pleasure, Hazel’s lips once again on her hair-trigger belly. It wasn’t her objective, though, as she quickly lifted away and commanded Destiny’s eyes on her.

“Your dick is incorrigible,” Hazel said, low and husky, “You really can’t control it.”

“No,” Destiny shook her head. It obeyed at its leisure, and even then only if she wasn’t drooling over someone’s, usually Hazel’s, body.

“Then allow me,” the shortstack reached back and grabbed at the leash, yanking Destiny’s cock free and between her thighs. It thrashed about like a trapped snake, lunging for Hazel’s plump labia, but she never gave it an inch. The futa bit her lip and moaned, more than understanding why her dick behaved so rudely to her beloved. Even then, low churning groans vibrated her belly as it swelled with cum.

She didn’t know if she could even cum yet, but the urge was all consuming. The only thing that kept her on track was Hazel’s almighty gaze. A less confident woman might’ve tried shouting or ‘correcting’ Destiny’s cock, however she was calm as she stared it down. Little by little, it settled down and went slack. She didn’t relax until a dollop of pre-cum splashed on Destiny’s hyper-sensitive abdomen.

“Good,” Hazel cooed and cupped the massive phallus. They’d measured it at four-feet when stretched out, and a full six inches across, bigger than any soda bottle that wasn’t novelty sized. Yet Hazel held it naturally, as if it were hers and not Destiny’s. Maybe it was on a metaphysical level. It was like a dog that favoured one owner over the other.

“Now then, sit and wait.”

The cock listened! Of course it did, Destiny thought as her muscles moved on their own, its length coiling up with the tip aimed straight between Hazel’s legs. She still held its lead, standing with such power and certainty in it that no dominatrix could ever hope to even graze. Even Monica, a professional, never held such an authoritative presence. Anything she said, Destiny would do.

It was fortunate that Hazel wanted the same thing as she sank down once more. Her breasts framed Destiny’s fecund middle, inflicting still more pleasure as they brushed along the edges, knees spread wide yet barely visible around their unbeatable curves. A moment later and she felt the first tease of what was to come.

“I love this thing,” Hazel groaned as she rolled her hips in circles, fat lips coating the glans in her juices and sending Destiny’s pulse racing, “Always so warm and eager  to please. Just like you.” Her gaze fixed on the futa’s, holding contact without error. For a moment, Destiny thought she’d done something wrong somehow, then her world-view collapsed to a single point; her cock as it was devoured inch by inch.

She always looked forward to one specific moment when they fucked. She forced her attention onto Hazel, twitching in anticipation. Thick as her curves were, the petite girl remained svelte around her waist, which exasperated just how huge her implants were, as well as the vein-covered cylinder as it rose up. Destiny gasped as her cock sprang up, impaling Hazel on several more inches. Enough to pierce straight through her cervix.

That was the first part Destiny changed. Without it, taking anything more than six or seven inches was a pipe dream. With the app, however, she made stuffing her partner’s womb a near orgasmic experience. It only got better when her dick curled around the uterus, folding over itself to bulge out even more. Anyone could think it was an alien of some kind - maybe the app was alien? - however it didn’t make it any less blissful.

“Go on,” Hazel said, gyrating her hips and clenching her kegels, “Get it all in me. Make my tummy so fucking big with your cock, twist it around, make my flat belly a gross, writhing mess.”

Destiny couldn’t help it anymore and reached up to hold onto her lover’s hips. In the same moment, her member surged deeper, at least two feet of it winding around itself inside Hazel’s baby-maker. She looked up, seeking permission.

“It’s your funeral,” Hazel said with her classic smirk.

More pleasure, meant her balls would swell even more. Her belly would grow too, the skin and nerves stretching so far and thin. Already, just the heat from her tits was almost unbearable. But she wanted more. Not just that, she wanted Hazel to praise her, reward her with that beautiful face as it screamed in ecstasy, and, above all, be satisfied. For those, she’d gladly tolerate anything.

Destiny steeled herself and shoved up against Hazel. Her cock took the cue and snaked in, their groins squished together, bellies rubbing as they moved with their respective occupants. It’d remained dormant through the convention, though not for much longer. The futa let instinct take command and pounded into Hazel, the bed squelching beneath their growing weight.

More cum filled her internal testicles, swelling them and her belly. It pushed her tits up, all but smothering her in them. Every thrust bolstered her production, cum building up faster without any escape, and the more condensed it got, the thicker her pre became until it just couldn’t leak out anymore. How many trillions of sperm were being crushed against one another inside of her? How long before she could finally release… or explode? Whichever came first.

The latter seemed more and more likely. Almost certain as her ‘child’ wormed its way through her sopping cunt and into the open. That deflated her gut a little, though nowhere enough for relief, as it plumped further to compensate. What little comfort having her tentacle out provided, quickly vanished as it darted straight for Hazel’s stuffed pussy.

“Naughty, Tentacle-Chan,”  Hazel grunted as her already grotesquely-shaped abdomen contorted with the addition.

For Destiny, however, it was a whole new level of torment. Not only did she feel her favourite pussy from two over-sensitive tendrils, but she felt them against each other, without any control over either. Her tentacle-baby got the great idea to coil around her dick and squeezed rhythmically, like a second pussy spiralling over the four foot length. Unlike her penis, it had more to give without an end in sight.

Moments later and Hazel’s writhing belly mashed against Destiny’s own taut gut. The petite girl reached up and pushed on the futa’s shoulders, lifting and angling herself so their popped-out navels squished together. With all the sweat on their bodies, they slipped all over, giving Destiny instances of relief, only to shake in denied climax once more. And her womb-fuckers did nothing to help as they worked autonomously to get her off.

But the belt kept her backed up and swelling bigger. Destiny’s peripheral vision was subsumed in her giant implants, nipples beyond her view, though she felt them twitch against the slightest pleasure, and her belly gradually devoured Hazel’s increasingly stunning visage. Before long, she could only hear and feel her.

“I’m surprised you’re not begging,” Hazel panted, now slamming her cunt down on the dual penetrators, “Your balls are so fucking huge. I can see them growing. Doesn’t it hurt? Don’t you want to cum and inflate me until I’m even bigger than you?”

“I do,” Destiny whimpered. Her belly was so heavy, pushing her deeper into the memory foam mattress until she was certain it’d never recover.

“Then what’re you waiting for?” Hazel asked with a strong clench.

“C-can I?”

“Hmm… not yet. I’m still having fun.”

Destiny held her silence. Much as she wanted to beg for release, for an end to her perpetual expansion, Hazel wasn’t satisfied. To that end, she encouraged the tentacle and cock to go hard and fuck the girl until she was just a gibbering mess. Consequence be damned.

They heard her wish and followed it to the ‘t’. Hazel screamed as they betrayed the rhythmic pounding and replaced it with pure, raw fucking. The girl straightened into an ode to excessiveness, while her cunt was worked into a frothing mess as juices splattered everywhere in a six-foot radius. A pool gathered beneath her and Destiny, whose own pussy gushed from the constant orgasms, streams of fem-cum pouring down the prehensile pair.

Nothing told them how long had passed. It could’ve been minutes when their bodies wore out, collapsing to the side, even as Destiny’s cock and womb-tendril maintained their brutal pace, on par with the fastest boxer. Occasionally, they’d find some reserve of strength and move against one another, drunk on the pleasure, but it quickly passed. It seemed to finally be at an end once Hazel found the strength and will to find the leather cock ring.

Unfortunately, their combined juices left it impossible to grip.

“Fuck!” Hazel went rigid as another orgasm rippled through her. She tried again in every fleeting moment of lucidity, each time shorter than the last, consciousness giving out.

“Come on, please, let me cum,” Destiny begged, barely above a whisper, “I need to shoot it all out, Please, Hazel? My belly’s so fucking big and tight. It feels like it’s gonna burst from all the cum inside.”

There was no missing her gut. Before or after the uncountable denied orgasms, though they’d more than tripled it’s enormity, dominating the bed and Destiny. Even Hazel with her implants would’ve fit inside with plenty of room to spare.

“I need it. There’s so much. I’ll burst. Hazel, let me cum, please? I’ll be a good girl. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Just take the belt off! Please, Mistress!”

A shudder ran through Destiny as she said it. Mistress wasn’t a word she expected to ever use. She obeyed Hazel because she wanted to please her, not because they had that kind of relationship. Or… what was the point of denial?

If that day had proven anything, it was that Hazel could toy with her at will. Like at the panel. Hazel could’ve taken her dick and ridden it in front of all their fans, instead she chose to tease it, to make clear how much power she held. And now it was shown in full force. Even as she was made into nothing but a quivering mess, gut crawling with foot after foot of dick and tentacle. She still controlled Destiny.

Who got off on it. She was in her partner’s grip, which pushed her deeper, knowing she could never do a thing against Hazel, despite standing almost two-feet taller. The shortstack all but held her life in the palm of her hand.

“Please?!” Destiny whined.

That finally broke through enough for the impaled girl to snatch at the belt. She fumbled for a bit, though she was determined this time and held on tight, at last undoing the clasp. A brief moment of calm settled over them. Even Destiny’s unruly cock froze.

Rumbles like the worst thunderstorm shook the very bed they laid on. Despite the mattress, it reverberated into the floor and rattled the door and shelves, before culminating in Destiny’s shriek of glorious release.

Her belly doubled in size yet again, something wooden snapped down below, then the fat vein along the underside of her member tripled. Destiny clawed at the sodden sheets, nails rending through it as she arched her chest up, face enveloped on all sides by her tits, and shook from the raw force of her orgasm. Nothing in her life resembled the level of relief it gave her.

Or the terrifying bliss of her urethra opening wide and unloading a solid roll of cum fatter than her arm. Yet another solid, twisting length inflated Hazel, forced to the bottom by its weight. The follow up crushed it into a paste that spread throughout, rounding the gnarly mass to resemble Destiny’s own fecund gut. Though it was a far cry from its size.

Fortunately, Destiny had plenty more to give. And give. And give.

As the weight on top lessened, her hips got into the tempo. She thrust against Hazel, dick convulsing with her next burst, spewing no less than half a gallon each time. It was never empty. Halfway through one spurt, the next was already pushing through. Just a few minutes in and Hazel’s gut squished against her, spreading to the sides.

Even their double bed struggled to fit them. The legs snapped one by one, dropping to the floor, yet neither lingered on it, too focused on their shared pleasures. Their guts pushed the other away inch by inch, until Hazel found the strength to roll onto her back, belly sloshing back and forth like a spherical waterbed. Either of them could’ve climbed inside at that point, yet it was far from done.

Destiny put her slimmer body to use and rolled over. She wriggled closer, inadvertently pumping her hips too, until she could finally lay her head next to Hazel’s and breathe in her scent. After all they’d done together, it was intoxicating, reeking of sex and all its nuances. Breathing it in, her mind and body finally gave out.

Though her dreams were all about pumping Hazel full.

She had no idea what the app would lead her to do next, but so long as Hazel was with her, she’d do it.

Chapter 14

Innumerable crazy things happened since app came into her life. Destiny still had no clue how or why it came to her, any investigations leading to nothing but frustrations, yet the longer she used it, the less she cared to know its origins. Some god or goddess that got bored and wanted to fuck with a human or two? Probably.

Maybe she was playing right into its hands and someday she’d bring about the sex-pocalypse. But she’d cross that bridge if she ever came to it. For now, she was content to enjoy the feel of pert ass cheeks the size of her head pressed firm against her crotch, while her belly button rubbed into a sleek waist, and her hand rested on a set of tits many levels smaller than her own, though no less rotund or impressive. Especially given who they were attached to.

Hazel lifted her head with a smile as Destiny’s perverted member wriggle between her rich thighs. There, it met a fattened pussy, just the right size for it to rub against without completely flattening it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t allow it.

They had somewhere to be.

The day had finally come for Hazel’s long anticipated convention. Everyday leading up to it bubbled with excitement, the five-foot bimbo-bodied babe all but vibrating if she sat still for even a second too long. She fretted over their costumes every hour, worried something was out of place. Nothing ever was, at least Destiny hoped so. The magic wardrobe that didn’t lead to a fantasy world, to her disappointment, left all clothes invisible to her.

Not to everyone else though. Given her size, she didn’t see a reason not to use them anyway, since it gave her whatever suited the situation. It could be her uniform altered to fit her gigantic titties, or a casual outfit for getting coffee that just barely handled the four-foot trouser-snake hanging from her groin. They all left her belly out in the open strangely, or she assumed so, since most people just seemed to rub at it like that was the case. She didn’t mind; belly rubs were awesome.

“Hmm, keep it together,” Hazel said and pulled away with a sigh, “If we don’t get there early, it’ll only be more annoying later.”

“Right,” Destiny groaned and pulled her cock back. It mostly listened to her after a couple weeks of adjustments, though that was only if she wasn’t horny to the extreme. Hopefully it didn’t get too bad during the day.

Otherwise she’d fail the latest quest. All she had to do was not cum for twenty-four hours. She started it late last night, right after she and Hazel exhausted one another, anticipating that the day would be too busy and eventful for her hormones to get the better of her. Standing up, however, Destiny bit her lip at the weight inside her body.

It wasn’t the tentacle baby. Her tentacle baby. She’d given up on figuring a way to remove it, and the pleasure of what was essentially a second cock was too great to pass up, not to mention she got the sense it liked her. Of course it did, she was its mother, even if she never ended up birthing it. Destiny rubbed a hand over her expansive gut, then frowned at the very distinct spheres distorting the shape. Those must’ve been her balls.

“Wondered where those were,” she murmured and stood, huffing on her way to the bathroom. They must’ve swollen up with cum overnight. That was about six or seven hours worth of build up. She could handle that, no problem. Even if things got too heavy in there, she had Hazel to help out.

“You sure it’s alright if we don’t fuck?” Hazel asked, joining her in the bathroom as they brushed their teeth, boobs and belly rubbing together.

“No problem. I’m trying something out anyway,” Destiny gargled, then spat into a cup. Normally, she’d do it in the sink, however bending over with her body type just wasn’t feasible.

“Oh?” Hazel thinned her eyes, but didn’t say anything more. Showers next. They did each other’s hair, making sure Destiny’s was perfect for the wig, and removing any lingering grime from last night’s activities. As always, it proved difficult to get at everything, more so that morning as Destiny tried desperately to avoid further arousal. The quest promised a hefty amount of experience for its completion.

With all those points she’d definitely level up and, after the update, she couldn’t wait to see just what that would lead to.

Destiny let her body drip dry as she tried her best to assist Hazel. She didn’t worry about herself. The app thought of everything and, regardless of how wrong her movements were, the clothes appeared exactly as desired. Helping her lover proved trickier, since she couldn’t see the garments. All she could do was hold the petite girl’s monstrous curves while she squeezed into the cloth and leather cosplay.

“Awesome,” Hazel said, analysing their reflections and making minor adjustments to herself, “I’m never sure how gender bending someone will look on me, but it always looks great. Especially with you at my side.”

Destiny crouched down so her skirt hiked up and revealed her poorly tucked cock. Or that was how she hoped it looked to her girlfriend, “Please. If you weren’t around, I’d look like shit. You complete me.”

“Hmm,” Hazel nodded and stroked Destiny’s head through the wig, “Can’t argue there.”

With everything in place, they were out. Monica poked her head out of her room as they said goodbye for the day, though she said nothing back. She hadn’t spoken to them much, or even shown her face, in the last couple weeks. Was it guilt? They’d still banged in the latest timeline, however neither Destiny or Hazel were concerned with it. So whatever bothered her had to be personal.

She made a mental note to talk later. For now, she had a convention to attend.

Destiny realised her hubris much too late. While she frequented forums about games and shows she enjoyed, she’d never paid much, if any, attention to conventions; they just seemed socially draining to her. Now that lack of knowledge bit her hard as she took in the sheer scope of what Hazel had brought her into.

“What, uh, convention is this again?” Destiny asked.

Before Hazel could answer, a girl in the most fetishistic, yet clearly anime derived outfit approached and jumped with her arms spread wide, “Welcome to Pla-Bo Con! Where we celebrate plastic bodies and the anime that inspired them and… wait… you’re Destiny and Hazel, right?! Oh my god, I am such a huge fan.”

“I see,” Destiny murmured, watching the girl’s chest bounce with her erratic movements. Her chest wasn’t even anything special, it was just the most in her face at that moment. Everywhere she looked, breasts no smaller than a honeydew melon floated by, attached to trim waists that quickly exploded backward into equally round asses. She almost felt normal amongst the crowd.

Keyword being ‘almost’.

No one else were even close to her level of opulence as far as plastic curves were concerned. She frequently knocked people aside with her massive knockers, each time expecting a violent outburst, and sometimes it looked like they would. When they recognised her, however, all anger turned to pure adoration. She was a celebrity to these people, more than any movie star.

With that status came the fanatics. The second word spread of her appearance as 2B from Nier Automata, people swarmed to get a look at the already sexualised android made into everyone’s fetishistic dream. Destiny bit her lip at first, unsure how to behave, then realised she just had to be like every vapid influencer and pose. She felt stupid doing them, though Hazel’s smile kept her going. People laughed with her, then fell silent as she went with the momentum to squat low and lift her skirt up.

To her, nothing was there. She was always naked among the throngs of plastic lovers, however they only just got a real look at her cock. Flashes blinded her from all angles until Hazel came forward and shooed them away, then helped the fecund futa back to her feet.

“You gotta be more careful than that. All those people just got a free look at your dick and fanny.”

“Isn’t that all I’m good for though?”

“No,” Hazel sighed and stepped close so their bodies were rubbing tight. Destiny gulped, prick swelling at the feel of her lover’s skin. If she knew they were actually naked, at least in her eyes, would Hazel be so close?

“You’re much more than a walking Hyper fetish,” the petite girl said, reaching up to cup her lover’s cheek, rubbing it softly, “But remember, only I get free shots of your rockin’ bod.”

Destiny snorted, “You can have way more than that, you know.”

“I do, but I know not to be greedy. Now come on, let’s see what this place has to offer.”

Temptation. That’s what it offered in spades for her already tenuous grip on her libido. Walking into the dealers hall, where hundreds were gathered, walking around, bargaining for all sorts of paraphernalia. Being  a joint anime convention, plenty of safe options were scattered about, however they were dwarfed by the number of risqué items. It could be anything. From an inconspicuous latex bikini, to a far more overt thong with the biggest double-ended dildo Destiny had seen online and in reality.

Upon seeing her, the seller made it clear they made it to emulate her. She thanked them for the flattery, then hurried along, dragging Hazel with her. Of course, that was just one example. The longer she looked around, the more she cursed herself for taking that challenge. There weren’t just sex toys on display, but people were offering themselves.

She didn’t know how they got around prostitution laws, but that didn’t mean a thing next to her cock wriggling up and all but waving at them. Hazel became fascinated by someone’s stall and led her into the thick of it, which meant people were pressing in from all sides. More than a few hands copped a feel, their fingers barely denting the sheer amount of saline packed into her tits. With so many feeling her up, it was inevitable that she got horny.

And for one to accidentally slide a set of fingers deep into her unprotected nipple. Destiny yelled when they did, cunt spasming and her cock leaping to the forefront, shoving them back. At least it finally did something right, only to then make recline into a girl’s curious hands, which stroked it once. She’d fail the quest if she stayed even a minute longer.

Fortunately, Hazel came to her rescue. Just like the five-foot angle she was.

“Alright, coming through. 50 pounds of plastic walking by. Watch your drinks!” She snatched a soda from someone.

“Hey!”

“Told ya to watch ‘em! Back off lady!” In that moment, Hazel more resembled a loyal canine as she brought Destiny to relative safety in a mostly quiet corner. There were still dozens of tantalising sights to tempt her, but she ignored them easily enough.

“So, what’s the problem? I figured you’d be loving the attention.”

“Uh, yeah, well, um…” Destiny took a deep breath and organised her thoughts, “I… don’t want to spoil the day for you with my, ah, you know, so I’m just trying to keep it in my pants. So to speak.”

Hazel stared up at her, unblinking at first, then cracked a smirk, “You don’t have to do that, dummy. You’re part of the reason this will be awesome.”

“Yeah, but probably best I reign it in right now anyway,” Destiny said, then leaned down so her cleavage swallowed Hazel’s view, “And just think of the mess we can make later.”

The petite girl sighed into her chest, then pulled back, “Fine. I’ll help you out.”

Her lop-sided grin clashed with that statement, as did the fact she was stroking Destiny’s still searching cock. She stopped the second she was caught, though without any guilt on her adorable features. At first, Destiny thought the convention would be fine, only to discover it would tempt her in ways she hadn’t even considered, however now she realised where the real danger to her challenge lied; Hazel.

Mistakes were made. So many huge fucking mistakes. Destiny stared from a stage over the sea of people sat in a gigantic room with microphones on either side, all of them cheering for her. If only that was all they did. It shouldn’t surprise after everything she’d seen up to that point, dozens of her fans eagerly pulled their tits out to show off how many CCs they had. Nothing less than three-thousand.

Hazel took a seat beside her. A small table was set up for them, water bottles already in place, and personal microphones. Destiny gulped and groaned as she took her seat, feet rejoicing at the relief, while her heart jumped when the chair creaked ominously. It better handle her weight.

What the hell was she doing there? For that matter, why did so many people care enough to sit in front of her when there was an insane amount of novelties outside? She didn’t even know how these things really worked.

“So, this is Destiny’s first panel, so she might be a little nervous,” Hazel said into the mic, voice reverberating throughout the venue, “Hey babe, why don’t you start off with a little introduction of yourself while people file in?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, okay,” Destiny said, stunned that more people were still coming. They were all there for her, an Instagram model with giant fake tits, an ass to surpass all asses, a belly few pregnant women could even dream of, and her cock that dwarfed all others. It seemed so dumb. Weird. Otherworldly. Yet they were there. She was there.

She had to do something.

“Uh, hi!” God, her voice was so raspy. Why was she so nervous? Destiny cleared her throat, “Hi, I’m Destiny. As you know. Because you’re here… for me… for some reason.” People laughed. That was a good sign at least.

“I, um, guess you’re all following me on Instagram and stuff. Looks like a lot of you followed my footsteps,” Destiny chuckled, “Got a few fillings to go, though right? But you’ll all get there eventually. I don’t really think there’s much to say about me,” she shrugged, “I got implants, went big, then bigger, then bigger, and then some.”

“So modest,” Hazel sighed wistfully, “We all know she’s famous for more than those.” The people cheered.

“Like what?”

“Your big, fat cock!” Someone shouted.

Hazel pointed to them, “That’s one.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Destiny said, closing her thighs a little. None of the guests saw her as naked, but she couldn’t help feeling that they did. After all, she couldn’t see or feel  a single thread on her own body.

The slight pressure sent her cock into action. A hushed moan left her as it squirmed out from between her thighs, snaking over to her left, where Hazel sat, equally nude yet unaware of it. They were naked in front of so many people, with a table providing just enough privacy that they could do all sorts of things together without any of them batting an eye. Maybe they could…

Focus! Destiny squared her vision directly ahead, at the excessive curves on display. But they didn’t tempt her the way Hazel did, in more ways than just her far more extravagant tits. Her partner knew exactly how to press her buttons, even unintentionally, and being utterly subsumed in the little firecracker’s libido was unique. A true pleasure.

Hazel brought her hands down from the table as she continued hyping up the crowd. The futa took a deep, quick gulp of water, her cock turning traitor as it laid itself on Hazel’s lap. Oh god, it felt so nice. So tempting.

The sweetest pussy on Earth waited not even a foot away for her to fuck it up. Destiny bit her lip as the cock acted on that brief weakness, burrowing between Hazel’s glorious thighs and finding her surprisingly dank mons. It went straight for the entrance, head vanishing between thick, juicy folds and dipping just the tip inside. Then Hazel caught it.

Destiny gasped at the grip.

“Uh, babies are acting up,” she lied. Her womb-tentacle had behaved all day to her surprise, though it could change at any second. It didn’t help that flame slowly consumed her whole body. Her nipples pushed out into the air, likely tenting the invisible costume in her fans’ eyes, leaking their own juices. All the while, Hazel pulled her cock away, only to relax her grip for half a second. It always got the tip back in, just to be denied.

Hazel acted like nothing was even happening as she opened the floor for a Q&A.

“When’s your due date?”

No idea.

“How much did your implants cost?”

Probably too much.

“Is your cock really four-feet?”

Oh god, it was and that whole thing was coiling around Hazel’s arms to try and make her fail that stupid quest.

“Do you think my boobs are big enough?”

No.

“Should I go bigger?”

Yes.

“I’m thinking of going for your size. What’s it like?”

Incredible.

Destiny never actually responded that way to the people. She tried keeping her answers less candid, hopefully respecting their wishes a little. Though she wasn’t sure how well it worked. Sometimes, her dick would slip another inch or so into Hazel’s stunning cunny, which made her whole body freeze up. It’d been ages since she last tried holding it in so badly, and now she felt the full brunt of denying herself orgasm.

Dozens more questions were thrown at her. Each one seemed to signal another step up in her sensitivity. Cock, tits and ass, even her belly, all conspiring against her the longer it went on. Meanwhile, Hazel did nothing to help her. If anything, it seemed the insatiable minx enjoyed Destiny slowly losing her sanity.

Her dick became more insistent as time went on. It recognised that Hazel wasn’t giving it anything more, even going so far as to constrict it with her lush thighs to hold tighter, which meant some level of problem-solving was required. Which Destiny offered no help with as she tried ignoring the sinuous phallus.

Twenty minutes into the panel, Destiny had finally relaxed a little in front of the crowd. Hazel had similarly grown complacent in her hold, allowing just the first couple inches into her folds. As the smallest chested girl walked up, hope on her face as she looked upon her idol, the cock chose that moment to convulse and spew pre-cum everywhere. Both girls on stage jerked in surprise, then restrained a deep moan as it shot forward to bash against Hazel’s hyper-sensitive bean. That forced her hands to relax and her thighs were already slick with pre.

“Oh no,”  Destiny whispered as she imagined exactly where she wanted it to go. She looked to her lover, who reciprocated with a dazed smirk as she was pushed up slightly, then leaned forward, face bright red, as her ass was violently penetrated. None of it was visible to the guests, though they must’ve suspected something was up, based on how they behaved. Destiny gripped the table as she asked the girl for her question.

The cock had other plans. Not simply content to pound Hazel’s rectum until it was moulded to the prick, it forced more of its length between her legs, only to folded up against her fat cunt. After Destiny’s alterations, Hazel could easily take its girth and length, however that was stressed to its limits as her cock curled in on itself and pushed inside.

“Um, sorry, what, ooh… what was, hmm, the question a-again?” Destiny asked, the only one with functioning vocal chords at that point, as her partner struggled not to get them kicked out. For as sexual as the convention had been up to that point, if they were found fucking in public, there’d be problems. The girl blushed, then repeated her question.

“What, uh, what’s the sex like?” She asked, seemingly oblivious to the happenings on stage, but it seemed too well timed a question.

“Uh, well, yeah. The, um, sex… yeah. It’s, you know,” Destiny bit her lip, then looked to her partner. It was so tempting to try and play it off, like the sex didn’t mean anything, but that’d be a big fat lie.

“The sex is amazing,” Destiny said and let the pleasure seep into her voice, encouraging her cock to go harder now, “Hazel is the best partner I could dream of. Sometimes, I think I’m actually dreaming when I wake up and see her little body pressed against my giant tits and her legs tangled up in my dick while its still stuck inside her. Then she turns around and our eyes meet and… I know it’s real. Honestly, if it was anyone else, I don’t think it’d be nearly as good. Hazel just… she’s all I ever want.”

Silence blanketed the room for several seconds. Even her cock slowed to a courteous crawl as it pushed to and fro, allowing Hazel a chance to lean over and pull Destiny in close. Their lips met, tongues soon after, only to part too soon.

“Um, follow-up,” the girl said, fidgeting with her hands, while her thighs rubbed together, “My friend wants breasts implants, but doesn’t know how big to go. What’s your advice?”

In a more sensible world, Destiny might’ve said for her to weigh her options carefully and take her time. However, everything about her life, and the world at large it seemed, was anything but sensible thanks to the app. Even so, she might’ve given the same answer.

“Bigger is better.”

The crowd erupted into applause. Hazel used the chance to cry out, pussy and ass clamping down tight. Destiny’s cock was squished against itself, feeling the other section thrusting away through the membrane and drawing her closer to failure. Fortunately, the uproar and declaration of her love for Hazel gave the perfect chance to reach over and yank her cock back. Hazel reeled from the sudden emptiness, while the futa stuffed it back under her skirt, then snapped her legs shut.

There’d be no escape for it.

Of course, that only created new challenges. Destiny’s cock wasn’t an intelligent creature, beyond the absolute basics, so when it sensed the wet hole of her dripping snatch, it targeted that with all its might. She focused on the crowd, wanting to keep them from knowing just how much trouble she was having, though they provided their own issue. So many were hot as hell.

If she wasn’t with Hazel, any of them would’ve been an ideal partner. At least for a night or two. But there was dozens, possibly hundreds, of them that she could see. Everywhere she looked fed into her lust a little bit more, her cock pushing that much harder to find its release. Her belly groaned at her, ripples spreading across the usually taut surface. God, what was happening in there?

Her lax in focus let her cock made a break for her cunt. Destiny closed her thighs just in time, though she felt the heat from both sexes, and the slickness of her thighs as sweat escaped her pores. It was way harder than she expected to restrain her desires. She took a long drink of water, than nodded for the next person to ask their question.

Everyone could tell something was up. Even those at the very back saw how Destiny fidgeted, cheeks flushed, an obvious sheen of sweat spreading across the feet wide expanse of cleavage, while her legs kicked about beneath the table. Hazel was the only one that knew just what was happening.

Fortunately, she noticed how her massive partner struggled.

“Sorry guys, we’ll have to cut the panel short.” The crowd, understandably, booed the notion, “Don’t worry, we’re gonna post some hot pics later to make up for it.” That lessened their displeasure, though many were still unhappy.

“And a video!” Destiny blurted, trying her best not to disappoint. That got them cheering, even hooting as Hazel pulled her up and led the way out, using her own body to keep Destiny’s cock from view. A restroom was right outside the doors.

“Okay, let’s get this guy under control,” Hazel said and undid her top a bit at a time.

“W-wait! Uh, we need to wait until later.”

“I get that you want to store up or something, but you seriously need relief.”

“Yeah, I know,” Destiny rubbed at her belly, easily a good few inches larger than when they first did the panel, “God, it feels tight.”

“Of course it does,” Hazel cooed and rubbed slow circles into the rotund mass, “Your balls are probably ready to burst.”

Which meant she did have balls, just internally. Destiny sighed and relaxed into her love’s awesome, if simple, belly rub that soothed away all the soreness. If this was any indication, then she’d need some lotion for later, otherwise it’d get unbearable. Didn’t sound like a bad evening if she was honest.

“Just a little longer. I, uh, want to prove to myself that I can go a day without cumming. Just once.”

“Alright,” Hazel kissed her very distinct bully button, tingles spanning all across her fecundity, “But if it gets too bad, let me know.”

“I will.”

Oh fuck, why did she lie? Why’d she have to go and do that? What a fucking stupid move. God, it was so tight.

The convention went fine after the panel. A little DIY and a lot of tape got her cock under control again, though it still struggled constantly, while they wandered around, sat in on other panels, attended a cosplay contest - which nearly broke Destiny’s will power as a troupe of scantily clad Disney Princesses walked by, with enough ass between them to break the internet several times over. Hazel won first place thanks to her dedication to the character.

When they finally left, it was at a snail’s pace. Every hour Destiny denied herself a release, her production level jumped, testes bloating to new levels, taking her belly from its beach ball status and sending it toward a yoga ball. It weighed on her pelvis, a constant pressure that forced her into a wider stance with bowed legs, which left her stomping along. She almost wanted to cum when they finally reached the car.

“You sure you don’t wanna cum?”

“I’m sure.”

“Gotta admit, never thought you’d be so adamant about something like this,” Hazel said, taking the driver’s side, “It’s pretty hot honestly.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts. I am never doing this again.”

“Hmm, ‘enjoy it’ you say?” Hazel grinned.

“What’re you planning?”

“You’ll see.”

Despite Destiny’s persistence, her partner would expound on her intentions. Even her expression was neutral, set in a half-grin as she drove them home. Destiny sighed and leaned back, rubbing at her sore tummy. Well, whatever. She trusted her lover.

Chapter 13

Waking was an event. One that she looked forward to everyday, a constant simmer of lust just below the surface once she opened her eyes to see the ceiling. Sleeping on her front or side was out of the question with boobs like hers, but that didn’t matter much, as Hazel happily snuggled against her anyway. The petite girl woke up first, though she rarely moved away before Destiny was also up.

Hazel greeted her with a peck on the cheek, then went to do the usual morning routines. That left Destiny to breathe in the very obvious scent of their sexes, and to psyche herself up to get up. Everything about her body was lewd to the max, however that didn’t mean it wasn’t heavy. She refused to weigh herself, knowing it’d be something absurd. Just like everything else, she thought as her hands rubbed circles into her drum tight boobs. The huge things must’ve weighed more than Hazel.

Then there was her fecund belly. No babies inhabited it, though she told most people she was expecting triplets, an easier answer than explaining some impossible tentacle monster packed inside. Destiny took a deep breath and wriggled her way to the edge, where she swung her legs over, set her feet on solid ground, then grunted and pushed herself up. She had to bow her legs slightly to deal with the weight.

“I’m never gonna get used to this,” Destiny said, looking down at Hazel’s room. Their room. The only reason her old room still had a bed was in case they ruined this one, otherwise it was just a place to play games in private. Of course, that wasn’t the only amazing thing when she stood up to her full height. Being close to seven feet after living most of her life nowhere near six feet was an experience to put it mildly.

“You alright? Tenta-chan isn’t being too rowdy?” Hazel asked, coming back from the bathroom.

“Yeah, I think it’s sleeping.” She wasn’t sure how to feel about Hazel naming the crazy thing inside her, though she didn’t know how to get rid of it, or if she even wanted it gone. With the size of her cock, she couldn’t exactly fuck Hazel the way her erotically messed up body wanted, and the tentacle provided a way for that. And, sure, it felt fucking amazing when using it.

“Hmm, I know how it feels. After last night, I could’ve slept for another day.”

“Yeah, right,” Destiny scoffed.

“What?”

“You’re like a puppy. A five minute nap and you’re zooming all over the place.”

“Says the futa who spends most of her time begging for treats,” Hazel said, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around as much of the belly as possible.

Destiny blushed, “That’s different.”

“I know,” Hazel kissed the very distinct belly button, tingles spanning the whole mass when her tongue flicked it, “No pup compares to you, Destiny.”

“So romantic,” the towering futa said dryly, then sighed at another kiss on her abdomen.

“Then hurry back, and I’ll prove how romantic I can be.”

Hazel never made empty promises. After emptying her bladder and combing her hair, she came back to the petite sex fiend naked on the bed, beckoning to her. An otherwise normal scene, but as Destiny drew closer it played out differently. Rather than diving head first into a make out session, their lips met in a tender kiss. Hazel pulled her down slowly, little body vanishing beneath Destiny’s much larger frame.

Their hands weaved into each other’s hair and held on, gently bringing the other closer. Tongues were introduced slowly, Hazel’s taking the lead as usual, prodding Destiny’s cheek and coaxing her muscle to extend as only it could. It all coalesced into a spark they couldn’t ignore any longer.

“So romantic,” Destiny teased.

“You know what I’m about,” Hazel moaned, grinding her pussy against the futa’s slowly squirming gut.

“You’re waking it up.”

“Good. Momma needs a morning fucking.”

“You could’ve just asked,” Destiny said and clenched down, pushing the tentacle down through her pussy, the dozens of clits lining her canal sparking alight as it touched them, until it finally came to the open air. All that stimulation made it impossible for her cock not to join the fun.

Destiny wrapped the phallus around her lover’s waist, pulling her down. It wasn’t often that she took the lead role, but Hazel wanted sex, and that was the fastest way to do so. The tentacle sensed their desires and slimmed down at the end, lapping along Hazel’s snatch, then dipped inside. Just a teaser, however, as it pulled back and fattened up to smother the entire sex. Hazel moaned and pulled her back into a kiss.

There was no hope of seeing the penetration, but feeling it was just as fun. Especially when Hazel’s moans provided the best commentary. Destiny’s tentacle thinned and pushed back in, then kept going, sinking inch after increasingly girthy inch through her depths. It swivelled around and Hazel’s moans hitched in response, her pitch rose and fell as it changed tactic.

“Bring your cock up here,” Hazel breathed, rolling her hips as the tendril pushed and pulled like waves. Destiny did as requested, sliding her fat dick between them until it was eye-level with both. Looking at it up close was surreal.

Of course, she knew how big it was. She felt it everyday as the heavy slab of meat swung against her thighs, and saw it in the mirror, however rarely so close. Now it suffused most of her vision, big enough that she could barely see Hazel beyond it. That wasn’t important, though, as she could feel her everywhere.

Hazel was her world. She wrapped her arms around the girl’s head and urged the tentacle to thicken, luxuriating in the squishy velvet all around it, while they both kissed the prehensile cock between them. Much less noticeable, yet still incredible, was the feel of Hazel’s svelte body against hers. It was the perfect complement to her own insane figure, a form so sleek and delicate she would’ve worried about breaking it. If not for the girl’s ravenous lust.

“Wanna try something?” Hazel asked.

“Sure.” Destiny wasn’t sure if she could even refuse the girl anymore. It didn’t help that pleasure danced beneath her skin, whole body tingling as the tentacle picked up the pace and her cock dripped with pre and saliva. Hazel pushed her up so her nipples were in reach for the small girl.

“Love these things,” Hazel moaned, circling a gigantic areolae, rising in tiers until it was capped by a fat nipple, “They make me feel so tiny, ooh… like I could just curl up in one.”

“I’d love to carry you in one,” Destiny sighed, arching her chest for her lover to do whatever she had planned. To her surprise, Hazel grabbed her cock and turned it back around, aimed at her huge nipple. Oh, so that was what she wanted. Those eponymous eyes met hers, searching for approval. She nodded, then gasped and shook in untold pleasure.

Holy shit, her nipples felt amazing to penetrate. It wasn’t just them, of course, but her cock going into a tight, wet hole that spasmed around her. So fucking good. Hazel let go, though Destiny just kept pushing more inside. Her four-feet of dick vanished inch by inch until it stretched taut between her crotch and breast. Though faint, bumps appeared across the surface as her member writhed in ecstasy.

Hazel groaned as the tentacle fattened inside her, then hooked her fingers into the other nipple, pulling it open until she could gaze down its depths. For a while, she just stared inside, as if to peer into Destiny’s heart. Then that pussy-tingling grin appeared, ripe with lurid mischief. It didn’t take long for her to guess it either, as the petite girl pressed both hands in up to her elbows and beyond.

“Fuck,” Hazel gasped as Destiny’s whole body shook against and around her, “You stretch so easily. It’s like putty.”

“What’s it look like?” The futa panted, desperate for something to cool her lust. Durable as her libido was, she still needed time between orgasms.

“Like a fleshy cave,” Hazel said, voice low and sultry as she pushed even further, now encroaching on her shoulders, “I can see rings of your insides all pulsating, trying to squeeze me like a big fat dick,” it sounded accurate thus far, her dick experiencing the same sensations, “Thick, sticky webs are sticking to my skin, pulling on me. If I didn’t know better, hmm, I’d say you were trying to… swallow me with it.”

“Like you’d refuse,” Destiny laughed.

“Let’s find out.”

“What? What are… are… oh my god… shit, fuck… oh god, oh god… Hazel… stop… I’m gonna…”

She couldn’t string another word together. Nothing in her life prepared her for the sensation and supremely erotic, fucked up sight of Hazel shoving her head into a giant nipple-pussy, all while a tentacle pounded away at her sodden snatch, with a huge, prehensile trouser-snake plunging away at Destiny’s other titty-cunt. It was too good. Too much.

“I’m CUMMING!” Destiny shrieked, only for her voice to give out as Hazel punch fucked her insides. Semen coursed through the serpentine cock and poured into her left tit, while the other clamped down as it squirted who knows what all over Hazel’s head and back. At the same time, her lover quivered and squeezed down on the tentacle.

Fortunately, Hazel couldn’t climb all the way inside. Her stupid need for air got in the way, forcing her to slide back with a stressed gasp, panting hard as Destiny fell back, still twitching in the aftermath. Moments later and Hazel climbed on top of her, kissing along the massive belly and the tits that dwarfed it.

“How’s that for romantic?”

Destiny just laughed.

Things were good. She honestly didn’t have much, if any, complaints about her new life. Maybe she could whine about how difficult moving was, or how she couldn’t see her legs, or the fact people stared at her 24/7, but rectifying all of those would’ve just made it fake. Everything she experienced was real.

Not to mention, with all the sex she and Hazel had, she’d already levelled up again on the app. At last, she had a second character slot ready for… who? She didn’t trust herself or the app not to make Hazel’s life difficult again. Monica perhaps? No. Why was she even thinking about using someone else? She was content with her life at that moment.

In fact, she was beaming as she half-waddled, half-strut her way down to the local diner. It took a week of pure practice, and many accidents at work, but she’d finally learned how to do more than stomp her feet. Endless whispers chased her, always discussing what the hell she’d done to her body. A question she could answer, though it’d sound insane. Instead, she just let them craft whatever rumours they liked.

Of course, her truth and the one everyone else knew was different. The app did it all to her, however those closest to her, or the ones that followed her socials long enough, knew it was all science. Mad science really. How else would she end up with almost a hundred thousand CCs of saline in her chest?

Sitting under the veranda outside the diner was the love of her life. Hazel always looked gorgeous out in public, mostly because the sun refracted off her hair just right, even in the shade, and other people only made it clear how little she really was. Destiny waved and hurried, braless tits bounding with her tremendous steps.

“You’re on time for once,” Hazel chuckled.

“Like I was gonna miss lunch with you.”

“It wouldn’t have been so bad if you did. Gives me an excuse to really put you through the wringer later.”

“You’ll do that anyway,” Destiny said and sat down, using two chairs, which creaked ominously under her weight.

“Can you blame me? You’re the most beautiful piece of ass around.”

“There’s that romantic mouth again.”

Hazel giggled, “Alright, let’s actually order something before this flirting gets a little too serious.”

They did. Destiny didn’t really pay much attention to the food, enjoying her B&T sandwich well enough, but when Hazel was around, the rest of the world just didn’t interest as much. She wished she could explain why to herself, beyond a simple; she’s amazing. Maybe because of how Destiny first used the app and how it led to her taking care of Hazel? Or possibly the fact they’d known each other forever in this timeline.

Or because of the mind-blowing sex.

All three played a part, yet didn’t summarise her feelings. She just loved the white-haired half-pint. Plain and simple.

“Oh shit, um… I kinda don’t have my wallet,” Destiny chuckled nervously. It was impossible to carry shit anymore. None of her clothes had usable pockets and she’d yet to go about ordering new ones. She refused to use that weird wardrobe either.

“Don’t worry. I already planned on paying,” Hazel said and whipped out her debit card like a suave agent, sliding it over the cheque. Destiny clapped her hands in awe, a little jealous over how gracefully her love moved.

“Holy fuck! It’s her! Uh, shit, didn’t mean to say that so loud.”

Destiny turned her head at a couple of women walking by. Her eyebrows shot up at the sight of them. Were they prostitutes? Given how they dressed, it was that or they were heading to a porn shoot.

“Uh, hi.”

Both of them squealed and rushed over, boobs nearly bouncing out of their latex mini-dresses, “You’re Destiny Jones, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Another squeal, “You’re, like, our idol. I discovered you when I turned eighteen and you inspired me to get these puppies. Totally the right call.”

“O-okay,” Destiny forced a smile. Based on first impressions, she suspected that one wouldn’t gotten implants anyway. Just maybe not as big.

“And I found you when I was working some dead end job. It was horrible! But you gave me the courage to finally pursue porn. Now I make bank, get fucked, and look super hot.” At least she was honest.

“Right. Glad I, uh… helped?”

“We’re headed to a super cool shoot now actually,” the ditzier one said, not so subtly adjusting her dress, almost pulling it down over her nipples, “If you wanna come with.”

“Sorry, she’s taken,” Hazel snapped, taking a classy slurp from her coffee.

“Uh, who are you?” One sneered.

“Her girlfriend,” Hazel said dryly, using every ounce of her time cosplaying upperclass pretty boys to exude superiority.

Despite that, they both snorted, “Yeah, right?! And I’m the Virgin Mary. You shouldn’t hang out with tiny losers, Destiny. It’s bad for your brand.”

“Yeah, you’re the biggest, hottest bitch alive. You can’t have some flat-chested skank around.”

“If we collab, we’ll, like, totally get a million more followers in no time. Bet your fans would love to see you show two big-titty plastic bitches who the real star is, right?”

“Hell, bring the brat too. She’ll make us look even bigger. Although, people might just think it’s a twink.”

“Okay, that’s it!” Destiny snapped and stood, shoving the veranda off her head, “One more word and one of us is going to jail.”

“One?”

“Because you two are going to hospital,” Destiny snarled and cracked her knuckles. Fuck, that hurt! She didn’t let it show, however, and just maintained her glare, “What’s it gonna be?”

“Fuck it, whatever. Don’t need this shit. Prepare for social homicide, bitch!”

“Uh…” the other just kind of gawked for a second, then went the other way. Destiny heard her phone someone, “Yeah, any chance you can book me and expansion today?”

Once the pair were long gone, Destiny sat back down. Onlookers seemed to realise that was the end of the show and continued as if nothing happened. Well, some teenagers were staring at her, but she just expected it at that point.

“You okay?” Hazel asked.

“No. Why doesn’t anyone say cracking your knuckles hurts like a bitch.”

“That’s the price of being such a big, strong girlfriend.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“A little.”

They laughed, but something nagged at Destiny as looked over the love of her life. While she smiled and didn’t seem bothered by the bimbos, a pensiveness occupied her normally warm eyes. She refused to meet Destiny’s eyes too.

“You okay” Destiny parroted at her.

“Y-yeah, I mean, it’s fine. Just, they kinda had a point, you know?”

“What?”

“Well, you’re, you know? You! And I’m just… this,” Hazel shrugged, “Honestly, I don’t know why you’re with me. There’s gotta be hundreds of hotter girls than me.”

“Hazel…”

“It’s fine, really. I would’ve totally understood if you went with them. Yeah, it makes me happy that you didn’t, but… they’re a better fit for you. Physically, anyway.”

“I don’t care about that. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not aroused at all, and they were trying. You turn me on like no one else can. Got it?”

“Yeah. Let’s go home. I think that new Marvel movie is on Disney Plus now.”

Destiny contemplated the app. Hazel was in the other room, watching something in silence, while she excused herself to use the toilet. It seemed dumb for Hazel to care about what those sluts said, however it really wasn’t. Even in the past, she wasn’t confident in her appearance, banking on other means of pleasing her partners. Girls must’ve used similar insults on her for years.

“Well, not anymore,” Destiny said and uploaded a pic of her lover. From there, she used all her points to make sure no one could think she didn’t belong with her.

Leaving the bathroom, she peeked around the corner to see Hazel still sat on the couch. As she creepily observed, Hazel moaned under her breath and arched her chest, showing just how tight the shirt was getting. Not just her top either. The shorts she threw on once they stepped in were pushed to their limits in seconds as a magnificently fat ass tested them.

Destiny looked to the app and licked her lips. Curves weren’t the only thing she gave her love. With any luck, they’d be fucking properly in the next few minutes.

“Destiny?!” Hazel half-shouted, half-moaned.

“Yes?” Destiny walked into view and almost tore her own pants as blood flooded her cock.

“I’m horny. Fuck me hard and maybe I’ll sit on your face.”

So demanding. It was like she just expected Destiny to obey for the chance to be a seat for Hazel’s ass. Of course, she performed as desired, and savoured the reward, and came harder than ever multiple times, but not because Hazel ordered her around. She just wanted the petite bombshell to be happy.