Whatever They Want
by Someonewhosegod

The pole was icy against her skin. It cut through the skimpy clothes she wore like a dart through paper, defeating the purpose of her thong and bikini top, but still she kept moving. Her arms slid along the metal, down her body, across the arc of her hips, then back up again. Slips of green floated toward her, some fell short of the tiny stage. She sank to grab them, another part of her routine, and returned to her dance.

Lily cupped her waifish chest once more. She squeezed the supple, but meagre flesh to invigorate her adoring crowd, who tossed dollar bills to her for the show. Fewer than she would have liked, but complaints were for later. She traced her hands across her lithe form and to her head, drawing attention to her Asian features, the subtle curve to her eyes, the pallid skin and her luxuriously coated rose red lips. Some cheered as she sucked on a finger and slid down the pole.

Calling it a dance was generous. All she did was play to their most basic desires. The lust to stare at a woman, whether they sported pants-staining curves like those before her or not, as they danced along a pole for their arousal. Some had their trousers lowered, hands either buried between their thighs or stroking their own pole in a poor replica of her routine. Lily glanced to her tips for the evening. Time to up the ante.

She turned and poked her hips out as she hooked her fingers in the string of her thong. It clung to her skin like paint, sank between her round cheeks and pressed flush against her pussy. Cheers erupted, some shouted for her to hurry up, others stayed quiet and observed, mesmerised. Her delicate labia peaked out from her thighs. They glistened under the lights trained on her.

More bills littered the stage. Her time was almost up. No sense in holding back.

Lily kicked off the garment and raised it high as she sauntered to the front. She waved it around, teasing the perverts who wanted to smell her. Salty rivulets rolled across her skin, more so around her crotch. They knew it. They wanted it. Dollars flew, some stuck to her sweaty form. She didn’t care. Money was money.

Someone tossed a hundred at her. She traced it back and tossed her garment to the bidder, before winking to the losers. No talking on stage, only dance and expression. No one wanted to hear a dancer. Lily turned once more and dropped to the ground, arching her back and pressing her crotch flush to the stage. Her legs curved and accentuated the faint fat on her thighs, pushing against her ass.

“Alright folks! Looks like time’s almost up for Thorny Lily!” The DJ announced. Lily blinked as the track slowly died, urging her to do something big, something that would leave an impression. She had something for this. Lily approached the precipice and squatted down. Anyone facing her could see every fold of her fresh-shaved cunt. Two fingers stroked along her snatch, pointing to her ass. She fell back and raised her groin high, pulled her ass cheeks apart and grasped the broad plug buried inside.

Soft moans spread throughout as her audience watched the shameless display. The average strip club would offer a dance, perhaps a hint of pussy in the form of a tuft of hair, but not The Devil’s Shakes. Not here in Lilith’s Row. If she wished to take someone on stage, Lily could do so. She could fuck in front of all these people.

Her own sigh of desire joined the choir as she spread her hole wide. It opened with ease, revealing inch after inch of the fist-sized toy, its black surface glossy with lube. Six inches of rubber slid free before, with a loud pop, a second ball, thicker than the first, came free. She rolled onto her knees and displayed her gaping anus to the crowd. Several grunted as they came. A splatter of warmth landed on her skin. She ignored the cum and stood, tiny bra stuffed to bursting with money.

Once backstage, she slid into her makeup chair and set her earnings down. They didn’t make hourly, but their dances usually made up for it. The problem, however, stared her in the face as she counted her small pile. Next to her, Shana, the most popular dancer, had finished doing so and had several stacks up to her voluptuous breasts. She turned and smiled, before sliding the bills into her bag.

Lily watched her go, captivated just as the patrons had been when Shana had danced earlier. The blame didn’t lie solely with her. Shana sported curves to spare, a partial benefit of her Jamaican heritage and sheer dumb luck. She vanished out the door, ass sashaying as she did so. Everything that woman did was erotic, not though effort or intent, and made her the envy and desire of all. Despite that, she never seemed satisfied.

Whatever, Lily decided and went about her own preparations to leave. She gave a cut of her earnings to the house, dressed, a halter top and skin-tight yoga pants, and counted her money again for good measure. It was the middle of the month, when other people still had plenty of their own income saved up. Next week would be worse, and the week after horrific.

Except for Shana. She would make close to the same amount. Everyone came and stayed for her, threw they savings to her, drooled over her. And Lily was one of those people. She may not toss away her cash for the entrancing dancer, but she wouldn’t have stayed this long if not for her. Memories of a night they spent together paraded into her thoughts. She grinned to her reflection.

Tonight called for some company. Lily scanned the room, lingering on each girl before giving up. Most were new and exhausted after their own dances. She and Shana were often the closers, mostly to give the newcomers a chance to earn something. The stripper stood and exited, waving goodbye. Most of her colleagues wouldn’t be back tomorrow, having experienced how tiring this job could be. Those that stuck to it, though, reaped some impressive benefits.

Lily’s heels clicked through the street. Hordes of others strolled by her, they stared and flirted, but went ignored. A few bumped into and felt her up. Another day in Lilith’s Row, she thought. A few blocks from The Devil’s Shakes, she found her go-to bar; Boozing Bunnies. A tourist, though rare, would assume it was a strip club.

The centre of the room was dominated by a stage with a pole. Girls took turns swinging from, dressed exclusively in bunny girl outfits. All were well-endowed, some almost popping out from their uniforms. Lily went straight for the bar. An older woman tended it, her clothes ill-suited for her MILF figure. Overused laugh lines framed her gorgeous, plump lips and were shadowed by her long silver locks that led into her body, a temple to curves if Lily ever saw one.

“Tough night, hon?” Margaret, the bartender, asked as she handed Lily a beer. She didn’t care what kind. Alcohol all tasted the same to her; like bitter bubbles popping across her taste buds. But she appreciated the way it heated her guts.

“Not really. Just looking for some company tonight,” Lily said.

“I know that face,” Margaret chuckled, “Not very good tips?”

“They’re fine. But Shana’s still raking it all in,” Lily said and shrugged, “Nothing I can do about that though. You and I both know she’s irresistible.”

“Yeah,” Margaret sighed and leaned over, breasts resting heavily on the bar, “I get off in about half an hour. I can keep you company if you’d like?”

“I would,” Lily said and moved in for a quick peck on the lips, “Still got that big fucker?” She referred to a strap-on easily a foot in length, and with the girth to match. Her pussy had ached the whole day after Margaret last used it on her, but she adored the sensation.

“Oh, yes. And he’s got a big brother now. Horse shaped too.”

“Careful, I might make a mess of your barstool.”

“Go ahead, I’ll make you lick it clean. God knows how many pussies have leaked onto them.”

“Hmm, go on,” Lily said. Her tongue traced her lips at the fantasy. She pictured it clear as the MILF stood before her. Margaret would have her kneeling here, licking the filthy leather stood until it glistened in her saliva, all the while pressing down on her lower back, forcing her to take a huge dildo up her cunt and keep her ass out, its own hole stretching wider and wider as Margaret pumped her fuller. A trickle of heat escaped onto her thighs. She rubbed them together, hopeful that the barkeep would notice and take pity on her.

Margaret did. Her eyes glanced to the stripper’s clear desire, “Here,” she said and pulled out an exotic shaped phallus from beneath the bar. It was ribbed and had a line of spines along its top. A knot bulged at its base, where a suction cup laid. Lily stood and applied it to her stool. She tore a hole in the crotch of her pants and sat, moaning as she was filled. People glanced her way, but thought nothing of it. If they did, they found it hot to see a glimpse of her ass through the tear.

“Now stay there. Don’t cum. Every time you do, I’m gonna punish you,” Margaret said. Her kind demeanour mutated into a warm, malicious smirk, one that promised she would enjoy the punishment as much as Lily would. The slender stripper ground into the toy, savouring how it pressed on her walls like a skilled lover’s fingers. The spines and ribs soon put her on edge. Did she dare disobey Margaret? The bartender was watching her intently, already aware of the answer.

Lily arched her back and leaned forward as she moaned in the first pulse of bliss of that night. As she came down, Margaret beamed at her and pulled the girl’s chin up, “Good girl.” Lily only grinned back as she was released and left to stew in her pleasure, while Margaret continued with her job.

Once she left, a hooded patron took a space beside Lily. The two exchanged a smile but said nothing as Lily rolled her hips, cooing under her breath. A hand clasped her rear. She looked to its owner and saw the hooded figure, who sucked their teeth in disappointment.

“Such a shame,” they said. A feminine voice, one higher than anything Lily had heard. She almost sounded like a bimbo, yet her tone carried an intelligence no self-debasing bimbo would have, “You’re so eager to please, but have so little to do it with. I can help you there.”

“You, hmm, you can?” Lily asked. The woman continued to grope her ass, skilled fingers playing her slight fat like a piano, eliciting soft but beautiful sounds from Lily’s mouth.

“Yes.” They placed a vial on the bar and slid it over. It was small, no larger than a soda can, but made of crystal so thick it left little room for the dazzling blue fluid at its core. There couldn’t be more than a mouthful there.

“Drink this,” the woman said, “And you’ll be what everyone wants you to be.”

“And what’s that?” Lily asked, she yelped as the stranger sank her fingers into the rip of her pants, down her ass and curled a digit past her sphincter. A slight burn leaked through her delight, the sign and promise of deeper, thicker penetration. The stranger pressed to the third knuckle and wriggled, manipulating her well-trained walls with delicious dexterity. Another finger poked at her hole, pushed in and moved opposite the other. Lily moaned and pressed her ass out further.

“You’ll see.” The stranger pulled their fingers free, leaving Lily’s hole woefully empty. She whined in need of more, but they had already left. Margaret was busy with a customer trying, and failing to describe the drink they wanted. She was alone with the mysterious vial.

“What everyone wants me to be, huh?” Lily mused aloud and reached between her thighs with one hand, the other grabbed the vile, “That includes me, I suppose.” The rent for that month was looking rough. If her prediction for the next two weeks was correct, she would barely make it. And the landlord wasn’t one for sexual favours over financial gain. She needed a booster. Something to steal the highlight from Shana.

Something that would put her on a level field at least. Lily glanced to her breasts, down past her honed stomach and to her lithe hips, which were a couple inches shy of her shoulders. Unlike Shana’s, who had the opposite. A plump, cushy belly that pressed her chest out and moulded into her stunning sides. Lily pressed harder into the dildo, moaning as she envisioned cupping and kissing that body. With her own curvaceous form.

What harm could it do? Lilith’s Row was full of shady people, but they were, at worst, criminal perverts. And that stranger seemed genuinely disappointed by Lily’s lacklustre figure. Suppose it worked, she would become the woman of her dreams. If it didn’t, then what? She could die, but that seemed unlikely. No one in Lilith’s Row killed. They were too busy fucking to do so.

She contemplated the extravagant vial, then shrugged and chugged it as she toyed with her clit. The taste was worse than the beer, but her pleasure overshadowed it. Coolness spread through her, as if pushing out the alcohol in her system, before letting it flood back in. Lily swayed and fell against the bar, her pussy clenched and milked the fake cock. Part of her wished it was real. Her snatch would be a creamy mess by then if it was.

“Had a little much?” Margaret asked.

“Huh?” Lily looked up and to her bottle, found it near empty, then searched for the vial, which was nowhere to be found. Did she pass out?

“While I prefer a sober girl, you could really use some relief,” Margaret said.

“Hmm, yeah,” Lily sighed, wriggling her hips, and the ribbed dildo inside her. She took a look around. The bar was empty, save her, Margaret and the occasional employee cleaning up.

“Come.”

Lily did. Again and again that night. She was a plaything to Margaret’s desires, assuming any position she demanded of her, taking any cock she pulled out, eating her cunt until Lily’s jaw ached. Tight ropes and chains left marks on her flesh. Red welts lined parts of her back and much of her ass, conspicuous against her pale skin. A collar dug into her neck, attached to a leash that was tied to the bed post.

When she woke that morning, to the smell of a bacon omelette, she still wore the collar. Her body ached and parts of it stung from the leftover abuse, all of it consensual. She rubbed along her naked form, savouring the marks left by Mistress. Margaret, she corrected. Outside of sex, the barkeep was just Margaret. A good friend.

“Hey there,” Margaret said as she entered, a tray with a plate and glass of orange juice on it, “Looking sexy.”

Lily blew a tuft of hair from her face. It was grimy from sweat and cunt juice, the scents mixed together to create her ideal perfume, though not one she could wear outside.

“Glad you think so,” Lily said, tracing a red line over her ass. It wouldn’t heal for another day or so. A couple of love bites dotted her shoulders and chest as well. Her nipples were red and swollen. Rope lines coiled around the base of her petite chest.

“Will you be okay for work today?” Margaret asked, setting the tray on the bed. Lily went for it, but was jerked back by the leash still on her neck. She looked to the bartender and whimpered, pouting as a dog might, “Oh, all right.” The leash was unlatched.

“Thanks,” Lily said and dug in, “I’ll be fine. It’s not for several hours anyway.”

“Honey, it’s four o’clock. In the afternoon.”

“Oh, shit,” Lily groaned. She’d hoped to have a chance to rest, relax and recover for work. A long, luxurious bath would certainly help, “I’ve done it after worse.”

“Really now?” Margaret slid into bed beside her. Lily snuggled in close as she ate, inhaling the mouth watering aroma of sex and food that permeated the bedroom.

“Yeah. I once danced after a bunch of guys hammered me. I was dripping cum all over the stage. Made some good money, but most of it got covered.”

“So, what you’re saying is I can do whatever I want to you, and you’ll just go on?” Margaret asked, smirking mischievously.

“Yes.”

That night, she walked out on stage after Shana, covered in writing. A single strip of leather covered her nipples and a mini-skirt, one so short it almost didn’t qualify as clothing, leaving the fresh dried black ink on her skin obvious for all. ‘I’m your whore. I’ll do anything. Cum in here. Jizz vacuum. Use me.’ All the lines followed a similar vein. Arrows accompanied some, pointing to her ass and pussy, both of which still pulsed in the aftermath of last night. How hard did Margaret go, rather, how hard did Lily ask her to go?

The crowd cheered as she entered her routine. It was stiffer than before, a repercussion of last night and an earlier session, but her attire did the work. Little was left to the imagination, but enough that money was thrown her way to take it all off. She removed her puny skirt and made sure to show off the marks Margaret had left her.

They loved it. The scribblings weren’t simply for show, the marks told them, she truly was a whore. Free to be taken however they wanted. Lily looked out at the patrons. All ears were on her, enraptured by the slut she announced herself to be. Not uncommon, but even in this part of the city, few women went so far. She was their fantasy, except for a simple thing. Her body.

If only it was curvier. If only her tits were the size of melons. If only her ass was like a cushion all its own. If only her hips made doors tricky for her. If only…

When did she start sweating so much? The ink smeared as thick, salty beads trekked across her skin. It was warm under the stage light, and being surrounded by dozens of horny men and women didn’t help, but she hadn’t experienced it to such a degree. Her body was hot, like she was sick, but still she danced.

The heat turned to a fire in her chest. Not painful, though, closer to a fireplace in the winter. All she wanted was to curl up with it, let the world fall away and enjoy the tranquillity. It spread to her hips, and seemed to pool within her ass cheeks, as if the warmth sought her curves. Her arms and legs continued to move, unaffected, in graceful arcs and curves to entice the eye and libido. The strap around her chest constrained her as she panted.

Her dance must be over soon, she thought with a glance to the DJ. Something was wrong. She sank to the ground, back arched high as if in the throes of climax. She spun around and presented her cunt to her audience, one leg raised. Lily reached down and spread her plump lips.

“Finger it!” Someone cheered. Others took up the chant. Were they encouraging her? No, it was an order. She caught some eyes. They didn’t care about her desire at that moment, only that she fulfilled theirs. She slid inside her sopping canal.

Dancing exhilarated her on most nights. Exposing herself to strangers, watching them masturbate to her, lust after a body they thought they couldn’t have, it all sent trills down her pussy. But this was on another level. A faint squelch broke above the cheers around her, as her cunt dripped with lust. Her walls were tight around her fingers, almost conforming to them.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

“Fist it!” Someone, possibly the same person as before, shouted. Lily tried to find them among the crowd, but they were lost in a sea of faces, all enraptured by the sight of her. The burn in her chest persisted, stronger now. The stage didn’t feel as flat anymore. Was she that out of it?

Did she care? No. She had craved this level of adoration for so long, to be the centre of attention, of the same level as Shana. Lily stretched her delicate folds wider, slipping another finger inside, one after the other, until her thumb folded in and, with a deep groan of pleasure and effort, it went in. Her snatch had turned white from the strain, its lips thin and taut around her wrist. This wasn’t the first fist inside her, but one of the most erotic. Even for Lilith’s Row.

A portion of a much larger city, Lilith’s Row is the den for every type of pervert around. Tentacle fetishists, futanari, pregnancies, feet, prolapse, even shit – though Lily steered clear of those – were accepted here. More so, no one cared what you do in public. So long as it doesn’t hurt them or destroy something, it’s fine. Sometimes an outsider cop would do a patrol and try to keep some level of order, but they always gave up in the end.

Even so, Lily hadn’t debased herself like this in public before. She’d fucked behind bushes and in alleyways – who hadn’t? – but splaying her legs and fisting herself was a whole new level for her. If she pulled out now, everyone would see the innermost depths of her cunt. Straight to the back, where her cervix laid, guarding her womb. Perhaps someone would take it as an invitation and join her on stage?

There were plenty of willing individuals. Her hazy eyes cast out over the audience, their attention divided between her and their genitals. A gangbang would net her plenty of tips for the night. Or all her current earnings would be stolen. Better to play it safe, she thought and continued to piston in and out from her snatch, parting its walls like a knife through butter. She went deeper until she bumped her cervix.

Electric darts of delight shocked her. Lily jerked and bucked her hips, moaning as money was dropped onto her. Some people had approached the stage for a better view. Her legs raised her crotch high as she attempted to force her elbow in as well. It wouldn’t, but the effort was obvious. People cheered for her, some gave advice ‘take your time’ or ‘just grit your teeth and go for it’. She ignored them all.

The DJ could be telling her to leave and she wouldn’t hear it. This was her world. Lily pounded her cunt, moaning as it squelched around her fist. Her juices frothed and spilled, some splashing onto dollar bills. She ignored the cash, her hands enraptured by her body. One groped at the meagre tit. It felt huge in her bliss, the strap of leather tight and uncomfortable, but she continued. Her nipple poked through the thick material.

She hooked her fingers under the strap and pulled it up. It pealed from her sweaty flesh like a suction cup, forcing more blood into her swollen nipple, and freed her sticky, glossy chest. Lily found and pinched her tit, treating rough as she did to her pussy. Fresh shocks of bliss rampaged through her. Nerves and muscles all coalesced, then relaxed and spasmed as she reached the pinnacle.

“Fuck!” Lily cried as her legs went rigid, pushing her groin up for all to witness. A rush of fluids escaped her and splattered the stage. Stray drops rebounded onto her spectators. Her hand slipped from her cunt, which gaped and undulated around the open air, milking an imaginary cock of its seed. She held her posture for a moment, then fell as her muscles gave out.

“Come on,” someone said and helped her up. Lily mumbled something back, but her entire body was numb to everything except pleasure, which zipped between her limbs like strays arcs of lightning. Her pussy tingled from its abuse, while her nipples throbbed and her ass ached for its own penetration.

She was sat down in her usual spot and saw herself. Lily didn’t react at first, certain someone else was in front of her mirror. They looked incredible. The mirror was tall and level with her seat, casting a reflection of her entire form. But that couldn’t be her looking back, touching her huge breast, cupping a bountiful ass cheek and squeezing it. She pinched nipple and jerked at the spike of pleasure. This was her.

Impossible though it seemed, the person looking back was her. The face was the same, flushed and wild-eyed though hers nonetheless, but from the collarbone down it could’ve been a stranger. She cupped her breasts in both hands, enraptured in how they squished and lifted and jiggled now. They hung just past her ribcage now and assumed a perfect, natural teardrop shape.

“You alright?”

“Huh?” Lily blinked and stopped stroking her now gorgeous hips, “Oh, yeah. Fine.” She turned and saw Shana staring at her. It was different to last night, where they’d shared a simple grin, the kind reserved for co-workers, and parted ways. Shana’s gaze held intent.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” Lily answered, though her voice refused to raise above a breathless sigh, “Just got a little into it.”

“No shit,” Shana chuckled, a rare treat to anyone who knew her, “Looks like a good haul tonight.”

“Yeah,” Lily said and took her first look at the messy pile of green on her makeup table. Several bills were damp, but most were clean. A cursory look over revealed there to be several twenties mixed in, “Holy shit.”

Shana grinned, “I’m heading home. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see ya,” Lily said and watched the Jamaican beauty leave, with a subtle extra sway in her step, as though to entice someone, “Whatever was in that vial, I love it!”

She left soon after Shana and strolled to her apartment. It was close by, less a fifteen minute walk, but she took her time. Lilith’s Row didn’t sleep. Inhabitants strolled the streets at all hours, either as hookers looking for work, or as those looking for said hookers. Some just preferred the night air. It didn’t matter why they were out, only that they could see Lily’s new figure.

She didn’t have anything that fit properly anymore. A tight shirt strained around her breasts, their lush shape and nipples obvious at a glance, and left her midriff on display. That part of her hadn’t changed it seemed. Perhaps slightly trimmer, but she was always slim. Now, however, it was sandwiched between two voluptuous curves. She kept her hands bound to her sides, lest she indulge in the sway of her own hips.

Others noticed, of course. Clad in a pair of yoga pants, that now came to a stop halfway down her shins and looked ready to split around the arc of her ass, without a bra, she was every nightcrawler’s dream. The brisk air didn’t affect those who stopped and stared, their loins kept them warm, captivated by her new body. Though none of them knew her personally, perhaps a couple recognised her from the strip club, but no more. Some struck up conversation and flirted, but failed to woo her.

She was exhausted. Her excitement at discovering the expansion to her curves couldn’t keep her going alone. Lily sighed as she stepped into her apartment building. The lobby was lightly furnished, a few couches spread throughout and a single receptionist. Few people lingered there, preferring to rush home with that evening’s partners. It smelled of sex, though everything did in Lilith’s Row.

Back home, Lily stripped and flopped onto her bed. It creaked under her new weight, though it sounded akin to a cheer to her, like it was overjoyed for her to finally have some fat. She curled under the covers and indulged in her body. Her fingertips traced across her skin, explored the mountaintops of her bust, circled the plumper nipples, caressed her ass and soother the light ache in her groin. Any other day and she would have masturbated, but exhaustion soon took her.

“Hey, Margaret!” Lily said and took a place at the bar.

“You’re here early,” the bartender said and came over. It was too early for any real business to take place. A stray patron dotted the space, nursing a glass of amber or sleeping off the night’s excess. But Margaret never closed. She slept until midday, letting an employee take over, then returned. At two in the afternoon, she was bright-eyed and shocked. It didn’t take a detective to know why.

“What happened?” She asked.

Lily giggled, “You like?”

“Of course, but I’d like an answer first.”

“I got a little work done,” Lily lied. If she said anything about the truth, though she had her doubts about it herself, then Margaret would go on a hunt for the stranger responsible. She looked after her customers, especially those who shared her bed on a semi-regular basis.

“Jesus, medial advancements are getting out of hand,” Margaret said with a shake of her head. She didn’t need any work done. She was a portrait of matronly beauty, a mother of three, her body bore the fruits of that labour. Any plastic surgery would mar her appearance.

“Tell me about it.” Lily leaned forward, pressing her new bust against the bar, a sensual smirk stretched across her face. It was warm for an Autumn day, as such she wore a sleeveless, low-cut top that displayed her new tits, and a pair of shorts. They were a few sizes too small now, but managed to fit. A giggle fluttered in her chest at the thought of buying new clothes.

“So, what brings you here so early?” Margaret asked, mimicking her.

“I was wondering if you wanted a little fun?”

“Insatiable,” Margaret chuckled, “I figured you’d be bedridden for a couple of days.”

“I feel great,” Lily said. She didn’t have any right to, considering what Margaret had put her through, then performing as she had last night, but she did. Nothing ached or felt stiff. All that was different to her usual state was a sultry heat between her thighs, though some would argue otherwise. She needed a good fuck.

“And you want me to change that?” Margaret asked, eyebrow arched and expectant.

“Oh, yes,” Lily said.

“Shame, the rush is about to begin.”

“What?” As Lily asked that, the doors burst open and people poured in, one after the other, until they surrounded her and Margaret.

“Sorry, sweetheart. If you’re still up for it, come back tonight, okay?” Margaret left to tend her new guests, calling on a few people in the back. All eyes followed her, before they stumbled upon Lily. A heat built in her chest and sides once more, then spilled into her crotch as well. She brushed a strand of her oil-black hair from her face and left, intent on finding a good lay.

Her search failed. Everyone was either exhausted, hungover or already preoccupied with someone. People stared and lusted after her, but none acted upon it. Her body burned throughout the day, as if she was sick, yet she didn’t have any symptoms. None that she could find. Unsatiated and hot, Lily went to work that night. Perhaps the crowd would join her this time?

“Hi.”

Lily started at the greeting. Most girls at the club were quiet before their dance, as if they couldn’t believe they had fallen so far. A bigger surprise was that Shana had greeted her.

“Hi,” Lily said, concealing her disbelief. The heat in her chest grew as Shana’s eyes travelled across it, her nipples hardened, as if trying to capture the ebony-skinned beauty’s attention.

“How’re you feeling today?” Shana asked. They moved to the makeup chairs and sat. The stools were too small for their hips, as Lily’s spilled over the sides. Were they that wide last night, she wondered but shook it off. Almost every inch of her body was alien to her now, of course she wouldn’t remember things correctly.

“Pretty good. Horny though. Couldn’t get a good lay earlier,” Lily said.

“Shame,” Shana intoned as she swiped a brush across her face. She didn’t need it. Not one speck of makeup needed to touch her splendour. Not the glossy red lipstick, not the foundation, not the eyeliner. Nothing.

Lily did. She had thought so, at least. She turned to her own mirror, intent on getting ready and studied her face, hunting for the regular areas she touched up. They weren’t there. She leaned in but saw none of her usual flaws. The faint scar from fifth grade was gone, as was the unseemly splotch of darker skin on her right cheek, even the askew tilt of her jawline had vanished. How powerful was that vial?

“What is it?” Shana asked, leaning over. She had finished and was painting vague tribal markings on her flesh. Sad though it was, most people jumped to the conclusion that she was African, not that her dancing helped. She was primal, a being lost in time, brought there to entertain the masses with movements no self-respecting dancer would perform.

“Nothing,” Lily whispered. She cleared her throat and tried again, “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Shana said, gaze firm on the reflection. They were opposites. Lily’s mother was Japanese, the stereotypical pale skinned, black haired beauty most thought of, and those traits and her father’s large, expressive eyes passed down to her. Before last night, she was the slender, athletic type. A twig compared to Shana’s form.

Now their curves were close to par. Shana had the advantage, her breasts a cup size larger and hips several inches wider, and she sagged in all the right places. Her boobs hung in the loose tank top she wore, stretching it tight and exposing a few inches of cleavage, while her rear sprung out like two globes of glorious pudding. Lily shuddered to think how often Shana worked out to keep her ass in such shape.

“What do you mean?”

Shana grinned and retreated to behind Lily, pressing their bodies close, “Do I have to explain?”

“Yes, please,” Lily answered. She stared at the reflection of Shana’s eyes, caught in the gleaming pools of brown. Something in them controlled her, demanded that she melt into Shana’s wishes. Was it the subtle twitch of her eyelid, or the unblinking gaze? Perhaps something else, though she didn’t care. Lily was happy to let this staggering woman have her way.

“Hmm, not here,” Shana said and slid away, rising elegantly to stand at her full height. She towered over Lily when they stood, with the half-Asian seated her co-worker was a giant.

“Then where?” Lily asked and cringed inwardly. She had sounded desperate, a tactic that never worked on Shana. It seemed she was after a stronger woman, someone who could match her. But who could?

“I’ll tell you after work,” Shana said with a wink. They fell into silence afterwards, with Lily stealing fervent glances of the enigma beside her. She couldn’t sit still. Anticipation flowed through her veins as thickly as her lust did. It soaked her pussy, made her thighs rub one another in a covert attempt at pleasuring herself, and stoked the persistent flame in her body.

“Lily?”

“Hmm?” Lily jerked to attention and stilled her thighs. One of the other girls was behind her, holding a bundle of clothes.

“Boss wants you to wear this tonight.” She placed the bundle beside Lily and left the room as her name was called out. The cheers were half-hearted at best. Most of the customers were waiting for their main event; Shana. Said main event relaxed into her stool, reading a thick book and idly touching up her markings. She paid no mind to anyone around her, not even Lily, who stood and stripped.

Then there was her cocks. The newest addition was below the first two, at their centre, and appeared to be an amalgamation of the top set, which had changed as well. The term ‘ribbed for her pleasure’ defined her horse cock now, as its augmented length now sported a series of ribs along the shaft. Her once human member retained its shape, but now had a spire of what looked like spikes running down it. She checked one and found that it was pliant, designed to give a strange pleasure. The third had both these traits, along with the black skin and massive head of her horse dick, and the enormous veins of her human member. All had gone flaccid now and hung to her knees, despite the increase in her height.

Naturally, her hips had broadened as well. She glanced to the door and wondered if she would fit, though most of her width was likely fat. Although, she thought and traced the length of her arm, which sported definitive muscle now. Her abs were also defined, as were her quads. Did Shana really want her like this?

“You’re beautiful,” Shana said and hugged her front, sliding between Lily’s four breasts.

“I need to tell you something,” Lily said.

“Sure. But lets get you some clothes. They should have the order ready.”

“What order?”

“For your custom clothes, babe,” Shana rolled her eyes, “You’re really out of it, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll nurse from you until you’re back to health.”

“Don’t you mean ‘nurse me’?”

“No.”

Lily chuckled with her. This was the relationship she’d wanted, but she wouldn’t be honest if she said she didn’t have her worries about it. At work, Shana was calm, quiet and strict. She didn’t socialise often, though she was amicable enough, and Lily couldn’t recall seeing her smile as much as she did now. Perhaps it was just a persona for work, or maybe Lily brought out the brightness in her? She was happy with either possibility.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” Shana asked as they left the store. Lily now wore a set of custom-fitted, oversized clothes to keep her egregious endowments concealed, though not well. The blouse stretched taut over her monumental tits, girded by a bra big enough to stuff beachballs into and still have room, she sported what looked like a mile of cleavage. She could reach inside and lose her arm.

A simple, plaid skirt hid her lower-half and a pair of industrial strength panties kept her cocks from hanging out. Even designed for her, the underwear vanished between the bottomless valley of her ass, and the skirt bit into her sides. A pair of thigh-high leggings covered the rest of her skin and led down into her plain shoes. She might’ve resembled a schoolgirl a few days ago. Now she was a perversion of the very idea.

Everywhere she went, conversation slowed to a standstill and couples lost sight of each other. A cop was in the process of manhandling a shoplifter when they both stopped struggling, captivated by the monstrous set of curves waddling through the mall. People were butted out of the way by her tits, others bumped into her ass on purpose. More than had a lump in their pants.

Throughout it all, Lily’s body burned as it changed. How much more would Shana alter her? There had to be a limit somewhere. Even the most perverted forums Lily had visited would say she was insanity made real.

“Um, maybe in private?” Lily offered.

“Sure.” They headed to the toilets. The actual bathrooms, not the ones the mall set aside for frisky couples looking for a public thrill. It was empty. Shana leaned against a sink and waited.

“I don’t know where to begin,” Lily said.

“Don’t worry about it. Take your time.”

“You’re really patient,” Lily noted.

“I’d have thought you’d know that by now.”

“Yeah, sorry. Just… okay,” Lily took a deep breath and went into everything that had happened, to her knowledge.

“So, you think I’m causing you to grow all of this,” Shana waved her hand over Lily’s body like a magician would to their assistant, intending to astonish an audience with their beauty.

“Yeah,” Lily said. The heat had dwindled to a subtle flame across her skin. Because Shana was aware of it, she assumed.

“I’m not so sure,” Shana said.

“What?”

“Hmm,” the Jamaican beauty contemplated Lily for a moment, “I’ll explain after work.”

“What?” Lily repeated, frowning as she was led back out. The heat resurged once more.

They retired to Shana’s apartment. By then, Lily’s blouse was uncomfortable around her breasts, and, though faint, she swore something strange was happening beneath her bottom row. She didn’t check, too preoccupied with getting a sober look at her lover’s home.

It was simple. Minimalistic, or as close as someone living in Lilith’s Row could get. The short foyer led into a living room and kitchen, each immaculate and with the barest furnishings. Microwave, toaster, tv, couch and a small coffee table atop a Jamaican style rug. The bedroom followed the same principal, until Shana opened her closet and retrieved a large box, the kind that housed fridges. She opened it as Lily stared in bewilderment.

“Oh my god,” Lily gasped.

“Yeah, I’m kind of an enthusiast,” Shana said, chuckling as she let the overly endowed futa study the collection of dildos.

“I thought you were only into girls. No dicks. Just pussy, pussy, pussy,” Lily admitted.

“I wouldn’t be with you if that was the case. No. I just prefer a woman’s body. And you,” Shana wrapped her arms around Lily’s back, gripping as much tit flesh as her hands could get, though they fell miserably short of the nipples. Lily doubted her own arms could reach anymore, “Have plenty of that.”

Lily grinned at her and took a proper look at the collection facing her. Each fake cock ranged from plain to extraordinary. Some were animal casts, others were clearly from Bad Dragon – some of which Lily also owned – and more abstract designs. One had a phallic shape but was otherwise a gnarled knot of bumps and lines. Several had cum pumps attached. At the bottom, Lily found entire gallons of fake cum, which hid Shana’s true pride.

“Holy shit,” Lily said.

“Yeah. I went to a sex shop on April Fools. They had all these awesome gag gifts, like a super squirter with a pussy for the nozzle and a cock for the pump, or this giant onahole thing that would fit over my head. Then I saw that thing and just had to own it. Could never fit it inside me, even now.”

Lily hefted the monstrosity from its place, taking care as if handling a sacred idol. It wasn’t nearly so fragile, though. The three-foot horse dong in her hands was solid, just enough flexibility for various positions, but she doubted a saw would cut through it. She wondered how close her own cocks were to such a size, and if they would grow to meet it.

“Can I bring this to work tonight?” Lily asked, beaming as she thought of the crowds response.

“No one’s gonna have money for rent at this rate,” Shana chuckled, “Go for it. If anyone can handle that fucker, it’s you.”

“Don’t worry,” Lily assured her, setting the massive dildo down and pulling Shana into her bosom, “I have three friends who’d love to help you build up to it.”

Later that night, Lily and Shana sat before their mirrors. Lily didn’t need one anymore, not when her transformation had removed any and all flaws in her complexion, not to mention the gleam to her skin, as if she were covered in a perpetual sheen of sweat, though her hair remained silky and poured down her back in luxurious waves.

Her lips were full and a glossy red colour, the perfect set to pucker, pout or wrap around a dick. Also for eating pussy, she added with a glance to Shana, whose legs couldn’t stay still. Lily had mastered the art of cunnilingus long ago, with her enhanced lips, and a slightly longer tongue, she had perfected it.

“Don’t push yourself,” Lily said, smirking to her lover.

“You’re gonna get it tomorrow,” Shana growled, though her own her luscious lips tilted into a grin, promising that the punishment would be as enjoyable as it was tortuous. Unlike her, Lily didn’t remember all the times she’d misbehaved and was disciplined by the beautiful dominatrix beside her, leaving her with a bottomless well of anticipation. She could only guess at what would happen.

“Looking forward to it.”

Shana’s stripper name was called as the previous dancer strolled back in. Lily ignored her, even as the girl stared. Everyone did now. She could wear a poncho that covered her from head to toe and her curves would still stand out, drawing eyes from bachelors, curious women and couples looking for a threesome. It’d take a true magician to keep people from staring.

“Lily?” The manager called.

“Yeah?”

“We found an outfit for you tonight. Should just about fit.”

It was a bunny girl outfit. Bunny ears, fishnet stockings, a corset with a monumental bust and hips, and a little puffball bunny tail attached to the rear. It fit at least. Lily couldn’t complain. She had to be careful with her own clothes, since custom orders were expensive, and she couldn’t go out in her underwear. There wouldn’t be much of a stripper show.

The corset was leather had a zipper down the front, designed to fall during a dance. She wondered who might’ve worn such a piece before her, given how tiny the waist was. She doubted the manager would have it made for her.

Shana returned after her dance. It was lacklustre for her, the primal energy drained from the long day of sex, though she didn’t seem to mind once she saw Lily.

“That’s hot,” Shana said as she took in the quad breasts and bulges of Lily’s cocks down her stockings.

“You think they’ll like it?”

“Far as I know, you’re the biggest earner at the club. And I don’t remember you ever looking different, so yeah.”

“You’re not gonna change me during the dance again?” Lily asked.

“I don’t think it’s me, honestly,” Shana said.

“What do you mean?”

“Before I met you, I only cared about pussy, like you said. Fake cock was fine, but the real deal, ugh. I never wouldn’t wanted you to have three giant dicks, not made of flesh anyway. Actually, a latex cock sounds kind of hot on you. It’d be all smooth and black and shiny, so it’d just slide right up my ass.”

“Yeah,” Lily sighed as her cocks hardened at the idea of going up Shana’s ass. She shook the thought loose, “So, what’s actually causing it?”

“Next up: Thorny Lily!” The building almost shook at the applause.

“You’ll see. Whatever happens, just roll with it.”

Lily stepped out onstage and stumbled as she saw the sheer amount of people gathered around her. They were pressed right up to the stage, gazing up at her like a goddess brought to life. Her body flared in response. Not in arousal or embarrassment. It finally clicked as she sauntered to the pole and felt her corset tighten; everyone was changing her. The more people, the stronger and wilder the changes.

She couldn’t think of anything better to do than dance. It was awkward manoeuvring her titanic assets, but she managed. No one cared anyway. She could have stood in place and they would think it was a performance for the century. Her clothes constricted her further, every second brought new discomforts, yet she moved without pause.

The sheen of sweat on her body became a torrent across her form. It flew from her limbs as she moved, dripped down her chest into the chasm of her cleavage, and caused the leather corset to slide against her body. One bounce too high and her top breasts exploded into the air. The nipples were erect and beaded with white. A pressure had built within her tits throughout the day. She pinched her nubs and rained her warm, sweet milk onto them.

Pressure formed at her crotch and built until it found relief. Something long slapped against her thighs and trapped cocks. Who in Heaven, Hell or Earth would need four dicks? But she kept quiet, only breaking it as her discomfort rose. The zipper was slowly pushed down, offering her tits reprieve. The sound of tearing stunned the crowd as her once trapped cocks sprang free.

She turned and squatted low, putting her enormous ass in front of someone’s face. They kissed her cheek and slid a handful of bills into her outfit. When she next turned, she saw it was the same girl who had fisted her in the changing room. The crowd grew smaller as she danced. No one left. They were appeared to physically shrink.

No. She was growing taller. Inch by inch she rose to tower above them all. Her cocks kept pace and more, growing to out proportion her until they hung between her shins, then they paused, as if to drink the lust of her followers, and resumed to touch the stage. A strange tightness formed across her back. She couldn’t check as her corset continued to unzip in painful slowness.

“Alright folks, it’s almost closing time. Let’s see if Thorny will make this another special night!”

She would. Lily raced to the back of the stage, where she left Shana’s monstrous cock. It didn’t seem so huge now, especially compared to her own members, each of which had to be four feet soft. Still, it would be the biggest thing she’d had inside her. Lily abandoned her dance and tore off her corset. She ignored the sensation of a third pair of tits slapping against her thighs and pulled the changing room girl onstage.

“Shove this all the way up my ass,” Lily said, handing the dildo. The girl gazed at it in awe but nodded. Lily turned and bent over, presenting her gelatinous rear. She pulled the cheeks apart, fingers drowning in the soft mountains, and revealed her needful anus, the once defensive ring dilated in desire. The girl didn’t hesitate. She pressed the dildo to Lily’s pussy and doused it in a second, before shoving it past the giantess’s sphincter. Foot after foot vanished until the girl’s hands were also devoured. It was too easy.

“I could fit my head in there,” the girl murmured, just loud enough for the stunned crowd to hear.

“Don’t tempt me,” Lily moaned. The girl stepped back and, with a groan, Lily birthed the dildo from her gaping asshole. Unclimactic, though none of her audience complained. Just her presence alone made the expenses worth it. She stood and turned to the girl, who was fixated on her cocks. Lily finally studied her newest addition.

It was another oddity. A red hue covered it from base to tip, which tapered into a point, as if designed to shove through a tight cunt, but had a massive urethra. It protruded almost an inch from where the shaft ended, ending just below the peak. The others had all grown of course, each a uniform four feet by her estimate. Still soft.

But the central one had grown far too much foreskin to be natural. It hung from the head in a wrinkled mass, like a shed snakeskin. She pulled it up, grabbed at the skin and pulled it down, revealing her monumental head. With it out of the way, she could see her balls at last. All six of them. Five of them were the same as before, smooth and hairless, the sixth, however, was riddled with strange lumps across the surface with more appearing all the time.

The girl took the cock from her hand and tugged the foreskin over her head, “Oh my god,” she giggled and pulled herself free, face flush and eyes wide, “Can you vore me?”

“What?”

“And that’s time folks. Get your last drinks and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lily left the stage, followed by the girl, who seemed affixed to her. Shana arched an eyebrow at the girl.

“What’s your name?” Shana asked.

“Daisy,” the girl answered. She wasn’t spectacular, an average girl with dark hair, a good body and plump lips, but what set her apart was the reverence in her gaze as she continued to gaze upon Lily. It transcended mere worship. She had put herself on the bottom rung of the food chain compared to her, like she was simply a piece of meat for Lily to devour at her leisure.

“She wants me to vore her,” Lily said, “Problem is, I have no idea what that is.” Even in Lilith’s Row, she’d never come across the term before.

“It’s where you eat someone. It doesn’t have to be the mouth. It could be the ass, pussy, even your cock,” Daisy babbled, “I don’t care which. I just want to be part of you.”

“You’re suicidal?!” Lily blanched at the thought, but Daisy shook her head.

“No. I just know my place,” Daisy said and fell to her knees. She took hold of Lily’s main dick, toying with the foreskin, “Besides, it would be the ultimate bliss for me.”

“I… that’s pretty dark,” Lily said and looked to Shana.

“Vore doesn’t mean they die,” Shana said, “What? I’ve looked into it a little bit. Must’ve been when I discovered this monster,” she took the central dick from Daisy, “Could swallow someone whole.”

“It can?!”

“Wow, you really don’t know about your body. Okay, from what I know, you can swallow someone with this puppy, and store them in your balls. Don’t know about long term, but you had me in there for a week at one point,” Shana explained.

“This is… Jesus, who the fuck gave me this shit?” Lily glanced to Daisy and saw the answer, “So, uh… I guess that’s fine with me. You wanna live in my balls?”

“Yes,” Daisy moaned and kissed the enormous spheres. Sweat came free and clung to her own body, inundating her sinuses in Lily’s musk. She shuddered and licked an errant drop from her lips, “As soon as possible.”

Lily, again, looked to Shana. This was a sexual matter and, in the past few hours, Shana had made it clear she was the boss of such issues. Whether Lily came depended on her, whether Lily got an erection depended on her, even when Lily grew horny seemed dependant on her.

“We’ll do it once we’re home,” Shana said with a smirk to Daisy.

“Is that an invite?” One of the other strippers asked, bounding over from behind them. She knocked into Lily and would’ve fallen, were it not for the thick limb that extended from Lily to catch her. The futa gawked at it and felt at her back, where she found several more. At least a dozen long, sinuous limbs stretched from her skin, each the size of her wrist and capped with phallic heads. At least it was somewhat normal.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Shana said, “Maybe next time though.” Lily glanced down and saw the headband that had her bunny ears on it had fallen, but her head still had the same weight as before. She reached up and checked, finding a pair of identical rabbit ears atop her skull, fully functional and fluffy. It took a look from Shana for her to stop touching them.

Less than an hour later and all three were naked in Shana’s bedroom. Lily was a partial exception, as her arms and legs were bound tight to the bed, her gigantic tits spilling over the sides of her chest and inching over the bed itself. Her tentacles were trapped beneath her body, though they were strong enough to move her if need be. But she didn’t. Shana hadn’t ordered her to yet.

Daisy knelt between Lily’s legs, entire body embracing the central cock, while she gave the others occasional licks and kisses. All four were erect, each at least five feet if Shana’s measurements were accurate. The dark-skinned dominant straddled Lily’s stomach, helping Daisy worship the centre cock.

“Are you ready for this?” Shana asked.

“Yes,” Daisy answered without hesitation, “I’ll let you know if I need to come out.”

“Don’t worry. We can probably send some watermelons and water coolers to you if need be,” Shana said, looking to Lily, who groaned and writhed at the idea.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Daisy said as she stood over the cock, their heights about level with each other. She pulled it down and wrapped the foreskin around her head, moaning as she breathed deeply, inhaling the mind-warping musk. Her arms soon joined her. She slid her fingers into the urethra, parting it.

Lily moaned at the strange penetration, before her sounds were stifled by Shana’s sopping pussy. She slurped at it with glee, gulping the copious fluids with ease as she brought her mistress to climax, all while her cock was fisted. Pre-cum gushed from each of her phalli, no doubt threatening to drown Daisy, yet it seemed to encourage her to be devoured faster. Her head slid inside, then her shoulders, her waist, her his, her legs. Her entire body was soon captive.

And it was incredible! Lily wanted to cum then and there. To send the girl flying in a spray of semen so thick it would plaster her to the wall, while her other members flooded Shana’s room, but she resisted. Shana would tell her when to cum. Until then, she would suffer and enjoy it as Daisy wriggled deeper into her shaft and down into her testicles. She almost came as she imagined the shape of Daisy bulging out from her dick, growing fainter while her balls bellowed with the girl’s added mass.

Shana’s pussy ground harder into her lips and tongue, demanding to cum. Lily redoubled her efforts, lapping at her mistress’s depths, nibbling and sucking on her folds and clit. Then she got an idea. A tentacle slid out from beneath her and snuck around Shana. It poked her ass and, when she tilted her hips for a better angle, rammed inside.

“Fuck yeah! Fuck my guts as you eat that pussy, whore!” Shana cried as she exploded in bliss for the umpteenth time that day. Her wish was Lily’s command. The tentacle slithered deeper and deeper, a mirror of Daisy’s progress as the girl sank lower, until it was truly fucking Shana’s insides, curling around and around until it poked into her stomach from the wrong side. Whatever magic was at work also made Shana impervious to harm it seemed.

“Oooooohhh yeah!!!” Shana howled and spiralled into a second orgasm before the first was done. She fell forward as the strength left her body, though her pussy remained planted hard on Lily’s suckling mouth. A faint cry echoed her bliss. Daisy had completed her journey and was masturbating inside Lily’s balls.

“I guess this is my life now,” Lily later said. Shana laid atop her, nestled into the warmth of her six breasts, coated in cum and sporting a belly bigger any yoga ball. The floor was buried under several inches of seed, but they didn’t worry. Apparently, the place was reinforced just for Lily, since she was the main source of tourism in Lilith’s Row. Everyone, perverts and plain people alike, came to see her impossible body.

“Yeah,” Shana sighed, rubbing her stomach. A soft snoring came from Lily’s balls, as Daisy had fallen asleep in her new home.

“No point in worrying it then?” Lily asked.

“None. From what I understand, you’re just gonna keep getting more and more crazy, and I’m gonna love you the entire time.” Shana said, reaching up to pet Lily’s bunny ears. Above her butt a small tail twitched in approval.

“What if someone turns me into a furry?”

“I’ll still love you.”

“What I become a goo monster or something?”

“I’ll still love you.”

“What if…?” The words died on Lily’s tongue as she met Shana’s gaze. No matter what became of her, whether that meant she became some demonic apparition that would destroy the world, Shana wouldn’t leave her. Perhaps that was part of the magic, perhaps it was the memories that Lily didn’t have. They’d apparently been together for years now, ever since Lily moved to Lilith’s Row.

“Now I have a question for you,” Shana said.

“Okay.”

“What is the biggest fetish you have now? What’s the one thing you want to do to me more than anything else?”

“I…” Lily frowned as she studied her love’s figure, from the lush tits to her pert ass and the lavish mountain of her stomach. The answer came quick, “I want to get you pregnant.”

“Just that?”

“No,” Lily said, grinning as her cocks roused from their brief slumber. Other forms of pregnancy whirled around her brain, “I want to pump you so full of kids, you’ll be stuck atop your belly within the first month. I want to be able to lay eggs in you. I want to put kids in your tits. Your ass. Everything. I want to make you the ultimate breeder.”

“I wonder who gave you that fetish,” Shana chuckled, though her legs had spread and her pussy was gushing with desire.

“No one,” Lily said, “It’s mine.”

“You dirty girl,” Shana said and kissed her, “Unfortunately, you don’t have any eggs to lay.”

“Yeah,” Lily sighed, then smirked, “But give it a few days. I think that’ll change.”

A week later, Lily and Shana stepped out from a truck to see a large, suburban house. Their house. It was a cheap matter for Lily, since she made more money than she could handle. Apparently, she’d been doing porn, stripping and marketing with Lilith’s Row and was the most successful in all the industries. Rich was an understatement.

Shana had wanted to leave the city for a while. She liked it there, but the perverts and noise were all too much for her after so many years, so they moved to the suburbs, away from it all. Similar houses stretched far as the eye could see in all directions, though theirs was unlike those. It was reinforced with a state of the art drainage system, steel walls and frames, and an army of cleaners ready to mop up any mess the drains couldn’t manage. Even so, it was the bare minimum for Lily to live there.

“Hi! Welcome to the neighbourhood!” Someone called. Lily looked and saw the typical suburban housewife walking over to greet them, only her face was buried in her phone for the meantime. She hadn’t seen Lily yet, “I’m Samantha and you… are…?”

“I’m Shana and this is Lily,” Shana said taking a hand by force. The woman barely responded, captivated by the giantess before her. But it was more than Lily’s height that robbed her of speech. It could be any number of singular things, the crown of animal ears around Lily’s head, the dozen tentacles waving behind her as she directed the movers around, the six distinct breasts bulging out her top, or the myriad of cocks jutting from her crotch. Though it was likely all of them.

“Hi,” Lily said and took the small hand in her own. Samantha’s shock broke into desire, before she caught herself and enforced a smile. Sweat coated Lily’s body from head to toe, occasional rivulets broke out and streaked down her skin. It was faint, so slight the naked human eye would never notice without training, but a fine mist wafted from her – a potent mixture of pheromones, aphrodisiac and her natural musk. Any woman who touched or smelt her would be under her spell in minutes unless they left.

But none did. The hundreds of new pregnancies left behind in Lilith’s Row were a testament to that, though none would be as spectacular as Shana’s.

“Hello, Lily,” Samantha said, as terse as a politician greeting the opposing party, yet her legs were pressed together and shudder threatened to break free.

“Sorry about this,” Shana said and pushed the woman into Lily, who stood almost twice their height. The giantess held Samantha close, pressing her face into her crotch. She squirmed for a moment, then returned the embrace.

There was another reason for their moving out there. Most of the street followed the stereotype of having absent husbands for long periods of time, meaning their wives and daughters were left alone. In short order, they would be drawn to Lily and fall for her as so many others had done. It wasn’t a malicious act. Lily never took anyone against their will, but the line was blurry at best with all the chemicals rampaging through the women’s minds. But it was a necessary evil.

She had plans for Shana, which the Jamaican agreed with. Plans that would require several helping hands as the months progressed, which needed a quick and effective means. The first step was already underway, as Samantha nuzzled into Lily, who lifted her enormous, custom-fitted shirt to let the woman slide against her sweaty stomach. When Samantha came away, she was panting and her once proper appearance was dishevelled.

“We’re gonna have a house warming party in a couple of days,” Shana said, capturing Samantha’s attention, “It’d be great if you could invite everyone. Except the guys of course. We don’t want them spoiling the fun, do we?”

“No,” Samantha shook her head, “Oh, but some of the girls are a bit young.”

“We’ll take care of that, don’t worry,” Shana promised. They had already scheduled a ball pit amongst other childish entertainments.

“Okay. You,” Samantha stopped and caught a line of drool hanging from her lip, “You’re gonna fuck me, right?”

“Of course,” Lily answered, grinning, “And all the other women too. If she’s legal, I bone her.”

“She’s not kidding,” Shana exaggerated a sigh, “I’m lucky if I get three or four a day.”

“Orgasms?” Samantha asked.

“What? No,” Shana beamed at the question, having waited for it, “I mean fucking. I cum like a fucking machine gun each time. If I wasn’t used to it, I wouldn’t be walking.”

“Oh god,” Samantha moaned.

“See you at the party. It’s two days away, starts about noon. We’ll be pretty busy so make sure all the girls are free,” Shana said and led Lily into their new house, leaving the stunned suburban housewife to boil in her juices, before she ran off to inform everyone of the coming party.

Lily was forced to duck to enter the house. Fortunately, it was a unique specimen. The ceilings on the ground floor were built too high, affording her enough room to straighten her back without smashing her head into the ceiling. Movers scurried around them, putting boxes in place and making sure nothing was damaged. Their bed was already in what was once the living room, the huge piece of furniture dominated the space, leaving little manoeuvrability. Not that they needed it.

In a few months, Shana would be immobilised and neither could guess at what might become of Lily. Neither cared what the upstairs looked like, only that the kitchen functioned, they had a bathroom and Lily could fit. For now.

“Ah, this is great,” Shana said as they settled in for their first night there. She was snuggled up tight to Lily, wrapped in the giantess’s many tentacles, including her two latest cocks. The scent drowned out all others, leaving her body constantly alight with slight arousal. Why she didn’t lose herself in Lily’s chemicals went unexplored. She was constantly exposed, which was one possibility, as was the fact that they seemed connected from the moment Lily drank that potion.

It was just over a week ago, yet seemed so far away, as if it belonged in another decade or lifetime. Lily didn’t care, not so long as she could hold Shana like this.

“Yeah,” Lily sighed, kissing her dominant lover’s forehead, almost encompassing her skull in the process.

“What was Samantha into anyway?” Shana asked.

“Hmm, I think she’s got a thing for vore too. Here that, Daisy? You might get a roommate,” Lily said. Daisy clapped at the insides of her testicles with glee, sloshing the thick cum within, “And definitely loved the ass.”

“It is a fantastic ass,” Shana said, slipping hand onto the top of Lily’s hips. She had no hope of gripping her monumental derriere from that position, not when it extended several feet to either side and stuck out just as far, “But bigger is better.”

“Is that why every part of me always growing?”

“Maybe,” Shana giggled, “I love all of you, Lily, so of course I want more of you.”

“That’s so sweet,” Lily said and kissed her again, “I can’t wait to knock you up.”

“Just a couple more days. I want to wake up the next day with a huge belly and see you even crazier than now.”

“What do you think will happen?”

“Hmm,” Shana sank into Lily’s top bosom, while the lower two pairs leaked milk onto her, “No idea. But it’ll be amazing. I’m sure.”

She was already amazing. She encroached on the realm of nightmares, were it not for how erotic she was. Lily cradled her lover as she drifted to sleep, thinking of how impossible her body was now.

Six tits, each bigger than a yoga ball, each row was smaller than the last. Even so, they dwarfed anything considered natural, yet no one thought they were fake. They weren’t. Every square inch, every kilogram, every gallon of milk was her. As were the cocks on each of her top two rows, each at the centre of her four, massive nipples. The bottom set had morphed into a set of pussies, each with a functional womb held within.

And six cocks to match. Five were a standard six feet in length, though her two tentacle cocks could extended another twelve if needed. Those two were unique, not simply for their sinuous, semi-autonomous nature, but for their purpose. One sported a set of needles, each ready to inject various chemicals into the body, whether that was; growth hormones, aphrodisiacs, condensed pheromones and so on. The other was the ovipositor she’d wanted, but different.

It was tiny, but that made it so incredible. It could snake into any orifice, as she and Shana had tested. Nostrils, ears, urethra were all fair game. Even the fallopian tubes. It was there that Lily had laid dozens upon dozens of eggs over the past days, preparing Lily for the ultimate pregnancy, one unmatched in reality and imagination. Her half-dozen members all throbbed in desire.

Then there was her main man, so to speak. A titan all its own. Eighteen feet when hard, twelve soft, and thick enough that even her body would be hard pressed to take it. Yet Shana never had trouble with it, despite having her body distorted around every foot of it. Every inch had a ring, which thickened toward the head, some were like the ribs on her horse member, others were spines, which secreted a heightened version of her natural aphrodisiac, and led to a cluster of knots at her base. Its foreskin hung off the head even while erect. And, of course, it could swallow people whole.

Her balls were each enormous spheres that came to her shins. Four were dedicated to her enormous centre cock, supplying with bathtubs worth of cement-like cum for every second of her orgasm, each drop endowed with enough sperm to impregnate a town. One supplied the chemicals to her tentacle cock, another held her eggs, the next was swollen with softball sized sperm, and the last was a hyper dense orb that handled the dozen tentacles along her back.

And that said nothing of the seven foot tongue, the permanent stiletto heels on her feet, the six mismatched tails protruding from her rear, the fact she could turn her hair into more tentacles, the constantly changing eye colours, the regal horns that curved out from her forehead, the elven ears or the fact her pussy was equipped with dozens of clits on the inside and its own tentacles.

How long would it before she gained another insane addition to her body? Perhaps she’d become a centaur, or grow wings, or several more dicks. Or maybe it would be simple. She’d grow taller, curvier, more powerful. Though why anyone would want her to be curvier was beyond her. She already sported breasts too big for regular doors and an ass that required an entire hallway.

It was a good she and Shana had removed the back wall of the house, otherwise she would’ve barged through. They’d need a permanent solution eventually, but, for now, she was content.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Lily and Shana kept to themselves in that time, while Samantha came over on occasion to check if she hadn’t dreamt their interaction, and left each time with a burning in her loins and a deeper adoration for Lily. Then the day was upon them.

Dozens of women were gathered in their backyard. Some were young, home from college for the weekend, others were clearly their mothers and aunts, sporting shapelier figures and wrinkles. All were ripe for breeding. The children screamed and played a few doors down, where Shana had arranged a separate party for them. No one would interrupt for a few hours if all went to plan.

Everyone but Samantha wondered what they were doing there. Then Lily stepped out from the house and rose to her full, naked glory. Everything soon fell into place. The older women took longer, their mind better developed and loyal to their husbands, but their daughters had no such qualms. In moments, Lily was surrounded by girls worshipping her bouquet of cocks like they were God itself.

Samantha helped convince the others by joining the younger girls. Before long, no one but Shana and Lily were standing idle. The giant futa looked to her lover, waiting for the signal to start. She needed to cum at least once before she did so inside Shana, to clear out the unworthy sperm, to make sure her balls were all warmed up and ready to deliver their best.

Shana smirked and shook her head, falling into her usual role as Mistress.

“Please,” Lily pouted, even as a mother and daughter fisted her asshole, and another pair suckled from her pussy-nipples, since they couldn’t reach the upper dick sets. She towered over them all, some were restricted to worshipping her hanging cocks and balls, though they didn’t mind. That was where her pheromones and musk were most potent, so strong that a fine vapor wafted from her skin. It thickened as her supplicants worshipped her.

Shana strode over and, with a simple gesture, was lifted up by Lily. The Jamaican goddess, tiny next to the futa, exuded dominance, even as the housewives and daughters caved to their desires. They stripped and fingered one another, always with one hand and their mouths on Lily, hoping to excite her into fucking them. But they had no power here.

“Get hard,” Shana said. The next instant and Lily’s cocks were upright, hanging over the throngs of on-lookers even as they rushed her many balls, hugging and massaging them as they tried to stem the flow of sweat with spit.

“Can I fuck now? Please, Mistress?”

“I’m first, remember? They can get your tentacles, but I get all your dicks. Wouldn’t want this,” Shana patted her belly, where a slight pudge had formed in the recent days. Her womb was full of eggs, a mixture of her natural selection and Lily’s, all ripe for insemination, “To go to waste. Would you?”

“No,” Lily breathed. Her cocks ached. They had avoided Shana’s pussy for the past week, instead she used other women to sate desire to impregnate, and the prospect of finally returning almost made her cum on the spot.

“We just need to siphon out a little to get the flow going,” Shana said as she was moved to stand atop the base of Lily’s crotch. She sidled along one until she hopped onto the main cock, “Then this is going inside me.” She laid atop it and peeled back the foreskin. Pre-cum exploded forth, having gathered within the flesh. Everyone below screamed in joy as they were drenched. Shana moved to the tip and traced her fingers around the massive slit.

“Now then,” she said and beamed at Lily, “Cum a little bit.”

Lily did so. The tide of translucent pre-cum was replaced by a thicker, white sludge. It knocked several women over, before the others joined them, playing like children in the unworthy jizz. More gushed out, until Shana told her to stop. Perhaps it was the constant exposure to Shana, but Lily’s body acted on her commands as much as it did her own.

“Now,” Shana jumped down and laid on her back, legs and gorgeous pussy spread wide, her pink insides glistening as she gazed twelve feet above her into Lily’s fixated eyes, “Give me every. Last. Drop.” She punctuated the last word with a lewd pop of her lips.

Lily coiled her two tentacle cocks around the rest, holding them together in an enormous bundle, and angled them toward Shana’s tiny body. She pushed the head of her eighteen footer against her lover’s cunt. It resisted, having only tasted fists and comparatively small toys for the past week, then stretched impossibly far. The dark skin brightened from the strain, which should have torn her asunder, even as her belly bulged like a ridiculous balloon. Pre-cum already flooded her insides, but the grip of her walls prevented it from escaping.

Her cervix held strong for a mere second, then opened and accepted Lily into its womb. Shana quivered around her, walls fluttering and juices flowing strong, then went still as her muscles coalesced and released. Her cry summoned the neighbourhood, who became engrossed in the shocking display. Samantha moved forward and planted her pussy over Shana’s mouth, preventing her cries from reaching the children or any husbands in the vicinity.

Lily pushed deeper, until Shana sported a grotesque bulge bigger than her entire body, then surpassed it. Foot after foot stretched her uterus, forcing it to conform to the alien shape of Lily’s main cock, before the others pushed inside as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Shana cried against Samantha’s cunt, unprepared for the onslaught of sensations. How much cock was in her now? Too much. No. No such thing. She wanted more. Huger cocks, more cocks, more cum. Tiny pinpricks shot throughout her womb as Lily’s chemicals were injected into her, ensuring greater pleasure than anything before and a monumental pregnancy.

The neighbours weren’t to be left out, though. They converged on Lily, who kept pushing, relentless in her quest to hilt her lover, and resumed their worship. Several managed to climb on her breasts and impaled their cunts on her dick-nipples, others fisted the vaginal pair, forcing upwards of four arms into each tit. More praised her original cunt, forcing their entire heads inside to be inundated her juices. And still more sought her asshole, sliding entire arms inside. A few pulled the ring open to peer into the crimson depths.

All the while, Lily’s body flared hotter and hotter. The longer these women were exposed to her, the more their perversions controlled their minds. A seventh and eighth cock grew into Shana’s cunt, while a dozen new tentacles formed across her back. A layer of latex formed across her legs, up to her thighs, so she appeared to always wear boots. Another made her grow a cock-tail, one easily thirty feet in length and thicker than her waist.

Others latched onto that idea and made her grow more. Soon, she had another dozen tails sprouting from her above her monumental, and still growing, ass. Someone had a thing for pregnancy, as Lily grew extra wombs in her torso and bottom tits. Her ovaries swelled and multiplied until they created a slight bulge in her stomach. Meanwhile, another set of balls swelled beneath her.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” The chant echoed throughout the neighbours. Any facsimile of dignity had vanished. They were obsessed now, entrapped within Lily’s very existence.

Lily moaned as she imagined laying around, surrounding by the growing bellies of her harem, while her own stomach rounded into a house dwarfing sphere. That would wait. She couldn’t be immobile while Shana was. What kind of a girlfriend would she be? Instead, she sent her tentacles and newly spawned tail-cocks to work. The women muffled their blissful shrieks into the flesh of Lily’s balls, inside of which Daisy masturbated the sounds.

Most, if not all, men dream of fucking dozens of women. To have a harem of willing sluts just begging for their seed, yet it’s an impossible dream. No human would have the stamina to satisfy so many. Or the patience to handle their demands.

Lily wasn’t human. Not anymore. Anyone who thought so was blind. What human could fuck a combined hundred feet of cock into a woman, while thrusting several hundred more into an entire neighbourhood of newly depraved sluts, even as their body was further altered to do so? None.

And what human could sire an entire town of children single-handedly?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Lily moaned as she worked to hilt inside Shana. The resounding clap of flesh was the final nail. Her balls exploded in size, then contracted as they sent entire oceans throughout her body.

There was no masking the sounds. Every woman howled in unison as their wombs and stomachs were flooded with cum, swelling them into beachballs, then yoga balls, then into the size of entire animals. But none were as extreme as Shana. Lily had flipped her around, leaving Samantha to get fucked by spare tentacle or cock, to keep her from being crushed, and to watch as her thick, but otherwise normal frame became an accessory to her gut.

Few things matched the warmth of flooding someone with her cum. Lily’s cocks were drowned in their own progeny. Septillions – or perhaps even centillions? – of sperm swam within Shana’s womb, assailing her eggs. Some were normal sized, others were dozens of times larger, a still more were enormous, creating visible bulges as they blindly sought their goal. More eggs were laid, dozens every second, while another cock made sure all Shana had was on offer.

“Ahhh! Lily! Holy shit! I feel it! They’re going for my eggs! I’m pregnant! Fuck! So… fucking… pregnant! Don’t stop!” Shana wailed as rode the disaster waves of her bliss. Her balls put her head level with Lily’s now, another burst and she towered over her. Not an inch was released from her though, as the knots kept the pair locked together.

Minutes passed and the neighbours were done. They all sported beautifully fecund bellies, each bigger than the woman attached to them, but all were shamed by Shana, who had swollen into next door’s garden, and still she expanded.

“How… how many?!” Shana cried. Her speech was slurred and her eyes had rolled back. It was a miracle she was still conscious, despite the unending wave of orgasms exploding within her.

“I don’t know,” Lily cried back, laughing as she continued cumming into her lover.

“I’ll outgrow the planet!”

“Why not the sun?” Lily giggled.

“The galaxy!” Shana countered.

“The universe!” They shouted in unison.

It didn’t happen. Another minute and Lily’s climax dwindled to nothing. But once was never enough, not for her, or for Shana, though the impossibly swollen woman needed a moment to recover. Lily clamoured atop her belly, forcing gallons of cum out and onto the awestruck women below, and offered Shana a nipple. Shana latched on and drank.

“So… another three or rounds before we call it quits?”

Shana popped free, her eyes focused now, “Don’t worry about it. Just keep going until your fetish is satisfied.”

“Um…”

“You weren’t kidding about the universe part, were you?”

“Kind of?”

Shana sighed and pulled her down for kiss, “You have my permission to make me swell up as big as you can. But you only have until sundown.”

“Mistress,” Lily breathed, “What if we end up ruining the world? The more people who see me, the more I’m gonna grow. The hornier I’ll get. The more I’ll want to turn you into a new planet.” She didn’t say it, but the thought made her entire body burn with desire.

“Hey, if we can somehow create an atmosphere, oxygen and all that shit, I don’t see why not.”

Lily kissed her deeply, almost devouring her head, “I love you.”

“Then get to work, bitch.”

“Um…” Lily hesitated. She never did before, but she had a question that needed an immediate answer.

“Yes?”

“Will you marry me, Mistress?”

“You put a billion kids in me and now you ask?” Shana giggled, “Yes. I’ll marry you. Now fuck more babies into me!”

“Yes Ma’am!” Lily beamed as she scrambled back to her greatest goal.

Whatever insanity awaited her in the future, she welcomed it. There was no sense in worrying about the inevitable. Perhaps this was that person’s plan, she wondered, thinking back to the drink that started it all. They did, after all, have her drink something so powerful in the most perverted area of the United States, if not the world. But she didn’t care. There was still work to be done.

-END-

If you'll grant me a TF fan's elitist gatekeeping opinion, her TFs are like a newbie who doesn't know any better going all out with their TFs but revealing how little they know through their inelegance.

Kinda like telling 2 people to make something cool, and the layperson says "laz0r robot dinosaurs!!!1!!" while the other person creates a worldbuilding masterpiece.

Now multiply that times 7 billion (people) and you have a giant amalgamation of shit taste. No way in hell would I want my personal TF to be on the end result of that lol.