Chapter 2 - Victoria Learns More About Her Body

The sounds had finally stopped. John, while a man who knew his way around the farm, was mostly dense when it came to recognising sexual sounds. This was particularly due to his lack of real experience, having been raised in a similar environment to his wife, Jane. He had remained abstinent until marriage and, to his dismay, had only slept with her once in their nearly twenty years of marriage. He knew she loved him, and he loved her, but clearly sex was far from appealing to her. John never pressed the issue, even if his baser instincts wanted to.

As such, when he heard the cries coming from upstairs he thought them to be cries of despair and pain. He wanted to go up, however his wife was definitely better to help their returned daughter. If they didn’t come down soon, he would check on them, and help anyway he can, but until then he needed to check around the farm. Even if they had lost three precious animals over a month ago, they still had plenty of others to look after. John left the house just as Victoria cried out and came inside his wife.

The man walked quickly and moved from each area with practised efficiency. The horses were somewhat restless, but they had settled since the afternoon. It may have been his imagination, but they seemed to be looking at the house nervously. John put the thought aside. They may have seen Victoria come back and were worried about their friend, Bojack. He made sure their water was ready and had plenty of healthy food to eat, before moving on.

The farm wasn’t particularly large. It was a pretty massive plot of land, however the amount of animals they kept was fairly small, with only a herd of sheep and cows, with their horses. They weren’t making stacks of cash, but it was enough to put food on the table and live in comfort, so long as they didn’t slack off. It had been hard when Victoria had disappeared.

It wasn’t just the increased workload, but also the storm of emotions. He wanted to look for her, it was painful, however he had a farm that needed to be looked after, otherwise he and Jane could’ve lost their home. It had almost hurt to force himself to stay. But now, she was back. Clearly, she had been through a lot, but that didn’t matter at that time; what did was that she was home and physically unharmed. John smiled to himself as he checked up on the cows.

Like with the horses, they seemed worried by something. He wasn’t sure what exactly. The grass seemed fine, they had plenty of water, and none of them had been hurt in any way. John once again put it down to his imagination, and continued onto the sheep, which seemed to be in a similar way. What was happening? He thought, now undeniably concerned. He glanced back at the house, Victoria had been crying out a lot since Jane went up to her.

Walking back to his home, something gnawed at the back of his mind. Those sounds almost seemed to echo in his head, like he was subconsciously searching for greater meaning in them. Victoria was just distressed about her memory loss, right? He told himself, she had gone through a lot, no doubt about it. Being gone for six weeks, and thinking it had only been a day, would have freaked out any sane human being.

He opened the door and listened carefully while taking his boots off. No sounds came from upstairs, save for the occasional creak of the old floorboards. He relaxed, his surprisingly tense shoulders slumping back down as he wondered back into the sitting room. They had done a lot to the old home, putting carpets in some of the rooms and even adding whole new parts, such as the attached shed they had at the back. The paint was fresh, having been applied little over three weeks ago. It was Victoria’s favourite colour as well; violet.

The front door led to a fairly short hallway. It branched off into the sitting room and kitchen, with a nicely furbished staircase leading to the first floor, where the bulk of the rooms were. On that floor was two bedrooms, one for Victoria and the other for John and Jane. Next to both was a bathroom, allowing total privacy in the mornings, though only one had a shower and bath. Another staircase led to the top floor, which served as a guest room of sorts, despite being an attic. It was large and kept mostly unused for storage.

It was that John’s nieces slept when they stayed. It had warmed his heart somewhat when they had seemed genuinely concerned for Victoria’s safety, even when it came time to leave. Perhaps they weren’t completely rotten after all, he thought as he turned off the television. The night had worn on and the recent events had naturally taken their toll. He would call it a night, all that was left was to get his wife and check on Victoria.

The stairs creaked underfoot. It would have been ominous to anyone else, given the lack of light, save for the streams coming from Victoria’s door, but to John it was as familiar as the back of his hands. As he neared the top, he stopped. He could hear moans coming from nearby, and these were unmistakably sexual in nature. Without realising it, his body reacted, his underused phallus giving a twitch in desire. Concerned, he walked to Victoria’s door.

The moans were infrequent, sounding every few moments. But they were definitely coming from his daughter’s room. Had she been kidnapped and drugged to do such resentful things to her own body? John’s expression turned to one of anger, his hands twitching as he pictured himself finding whoever hurt his precious child and wringing their necks. He was certain the lord would understand.

He crept closer to the door. The moans were definitely coming from Victoria’s room, the sound vaguely familiar to him, though lost in the fog of anger. He couldn’t shake the thought that his dear, sweet daughter was responsible, and that others were the cause of her doing so. He reached out to grab the knob, when a breeze came through the house, blowing the door open slightly. Frowning in confusion, Victoria never left her door open like that, John pushed it open.

The first thing he saw, was the face of his face. She was easily level with his eyes, which was surprising considering the fact that she was several inches smaller than him. But that wasn’t what had his eyes bulging from his face, to the point that he feared they would pop from his sockets. As if to shield his own conscious, his mind focused first on her beauty. Jane had always been a lovely young woman, easily a match for the fashion models. At least in his eyes.

But even then she seemed to look far better than before. Her cheeks appeared somewhat coloured now, as if she had applied blush to them, while her lips looked to have filled out slightly. They looked almost like pillows to him. Unconsciously, John licked his own lips. Then his eyes moved further down.

“What in the world?” He gasped in shock. His wife, his beautiful, sleeping wife, was laying atop a giant, flesh coloured balloon. Her hands were around it, a content smile on her face. John soon saw that it was connected to, his eyes unable to tell where her normal stomach ended and the inflated one began. It couldn’t be her stomach… could it?

Stepped forward slowly, he reached out once again. His hands came into contact with the flesh colour balloon, and immediately recognised the feeling of human skin, though what surprised him was the amount of give it had. It felt like it was full of fluid. Pushing in further out of curiosity, John jumped when Jane gave a low moan. He stepped away and heard what sounded like a horse’s hooves.

“A-a-a horse?” He asked out loud and looked around in confusion. Hearing it again, he walked around the massively bloated form of his wife, something he was eager to put aside for the moment. On the other side, he sincerely wished he had stayed looking upon his wife. On the floor, one hand resting against Jane, was his daughter. Or he assumed it to be his daughter.

She had the same blue hair. The same gorgeous face. Even her arms and waist were instantly identified by him, but that was where the similarities ended. Her skin was slightly tanner than he remembered, but that was the most minor of changes from what he could see. Where her hips should have begun, instead turned, flawlessly, into a cobalt blue fur coat. From there, it became obvious where the horse sound had come from.

Her legs were no longer the trained and toned limbs he had helped create. Instead, they were now exactly like those of a horse’s, ending in hooves just as they should. John’s eyes roamed over Victoria’s new body, seeing her powerful, equine half. It was just as impressive as any prized stallions, despite her being undoubtedly female. Her breasts, several times larger than before, were the perfect testament to that.

For a while, John was almost relieved to see that she was just a simple centaur of sorts. Then his eyes fell upon the tail, laying limply on the floor, its length almost twice that of Victoria’s new body. As if reacting to his presence, the tail twitched, making him step back in surprise. His foot fell hard, the sound almost seeming to echo throughout the room. In response, Victoria stirred.

For a moment, he feared she would wake up. He half hoped she did, then she could try and explain this to him. Victoria, still very much asleep, stood up with her back facing John. He took a hesitant step forward, moving slow so as not to startle her.

“Vic… Vicky?” He asked tentatively. As he spoke, his daughter gave a low moan. He thought for a moment that it was the typical groan of something waking up, however his eyes soon saw the skin of her back, equine and human alike, begin to ripple in several spots. Despite himself, curiosity had him staying in the same spot, even as something rose from Victoria’s flesh. Before long, it became fully apparent what they were; writing, sinuous, slimy tentacles. They didn’t seem to have an end in length.

Their girth was intimidating. Each of them looked as big as Jane’s thigh, and some only seemed to be growing thicker. John’s legs finally began to work, and he turned tail. Just as he made it into the hallway, something snagged his leg. Looking down, the farmer immediately shouted in fright, seeing a tentacle wrapped around his ankle. As he reached down to dislodge, several others coiled around his body.

“No… no, no, no… this can’t be.” He muttered, voice deadpan. His emotions had shut down, unable to keep up with what was happening, and the pace at which it was. John struggled, his muscles bulging with effort, but the tendrils could have snapped a thick steel rod with minimal effort. No human could hope to fight against them.

Above him, John saw as a tentacle raised over him. The tip opened massively, visibly large enough to engulf any of the horses in the stables. He wasn’t much of an optimist, he knew he was about to swallowed whole by this… alien thing. It had taken over his daughter and now it would remove him. Jane wouldn’t be alone at least. If that grin he had seen on her face was any indication, she would at least be happy with Victoria. John closed his eyes and the tentacle struck,

In short order he was engulfed. Much like Bojack, Austin and Ash six weeks ago. Victoria suddenly awoke, her eyes scanning the room in a fit of worry. For a moment she didn’t recognise where she was, vaguely recognising the window she stood in front of, but she wasn’t sure what the flesh coloured wall was about. Fortunately, her memories came flooding back. Unfortunately, she almost wished they hadn’t.

She looked upon her mother’s sleeping face. It was content, almost horribly so, as if the fact that she was a bloated balloon of cum and eggs. Victoria felt something on her body shifting about and turned, eyes widening in surprise, and yet there was no horror. Even as she took in the dozen or so tentacles stretching from her fur and back, all of them reaching around her engorged mother. Frowning, Victoria began to follow them.

As she did so, she couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped her lips. Whatever her tentacles were doing, it couldn’t have been anything too bad. She could feel them, though it was oddly faint, like they were slightly numbed. Victoria moved around her mother, holding her breath as she spied the leaking pussy. She knew that if she took a breath so close to it, her body might react on its own, and Victoria doubted her room could take much more. The centaur saw the, her tentacles reaching out into the hall.

The sound of her hooves on the ground was somewhat odd. She wasn’t used to them on such a hard surface, having only walked on the soft earth before, and the sound even seemed to reverberate throughout the house. She walked up to the door when a thought hit her; she had left it open… and, if she remembered correctly, she and her mother had made a substantial amount of noise. Her eyes went wide at the thought of her father having seen her like this.

But then again, something told her it was fine. That everything would be just fine, like her altered body and mind would somehow explain this perfectly. Despite the worry, calm washed over Victoria just as quick as the concern had come. Everything seemed to be progressing so fast, and yet the centaur simply went with it easily. Nothing seemed to overwhelm her anymore, no stress, no worries, and no cares. Maybe her strange transformation wouldn’t be such an issue in her life.

Then she stepped out of the door and into the hallway. There she could see a single tentacle laying on the floor, a portion of it bulging obscenely, exactly as they had on the night she was taken. Victoria stepped back, her contorted mind no longer able to hold off the cascade of emotions. Fear crashed over her like a tsunami, horror boiled over like lava, and despair soon joined. It didn’t take a genius to know the bulge was her swallowed father.

She backed up into what seemed to be a wall of her tentacles. They were blocking her exit back into the room. For a second, Victoria felt rage build when she thought they were about to repeat the same process on her mother, however she soon noticed they hadn’t touched her. Was it because Victoria preferred her mother, as most children did, or just because the woman was no doubt pregnant with her young? Either way, it didn’t change her situation.

The tentacles had her boxed in. Several had criss-crossed at the door, while others laid in wait at either side of her. She wasn’t a fool, she knew what they intended for her. Unable to find a way out, Victoria returned to her human state, head lowered in defeat. The tentacles seemed to hesitate at this, as if her emotional state was affecting them. It made sense, given that they were physically tied to her now. She looked at them.

“What’re you waiting for? I can’t get away, so just get it over with.” She said to them, not expecting any sort of response. And they didn’t respond, at least not how she anticipated. Victoria saw them move and closed her eyes, waiting to feel the slimy appendages on her skin again. To her horror, she actual wanted it, to a certain degree. Even if they were terrifying, and had done such horrible things to her and her family, the pleasure she’d felt was impossible to deny. Between her legs she felt a wet heat forming.

The touch was not as she thought. She could feel one of the many tendrils against her, but the feeling was not one of insane lust, but somehow comfort. Victoria opened her eyes and looked down, seeing one lightly touching her arm, rubbing it in the way her dad would do when she needed comfort. Were they worried about her? She kept her eyes on it warily, and yet it didn’t make any movements to scare her. Hesitantly, Victoria raised a hand to touch it.

The tendril held still as she placed her fingers on it. Even with the misshapen tentacle not three feet from her, she found her curiosity overwhelming the other emotions. It was slimy, just as she remembered, but at the same time it was delightfully smooth. She continued to explore it, and, as she did, others move closer. They did so extremely slowly, while making sure she was aware of their movements.

Victoria found herself studying them properly. Only now did she notice the different shapes to many of them, ranging from the flat, smooth one trying to comfort her, to one with ribs every three or so inches. Another of them had an opening designed like four petals of a flower, one she remembered during her time in the meteor. It was the one responsible for her new bust. As she looked them over, she didn’t see any others that looked capable of swallowing someone.

In response, another grew from her back. This was several times thicker than the others, easily as big around as her human half was. It moved to hover in front of her face, holding perfectly still so as not to startle her. Victoria looked it over, noting its slightly transparent appearance, allowing her to see the powerful, sinuous muscles at work beneath the surface. They were no doubt needed to engulf a large mammal whole, and with the ease it did so. The other tentacles noticed her calmer state and began to make their move.

To keep her curiosity in control, another tentacle rose to her gaze. It was easy to tell its purpose, as she spied the mushroom shaped tip. She felt somewhat apprehensive looking at it, knowing it had been one of the key players in her strange transformation, however it held her attention nonetheless. Unlike the others, which were almost completely smooth, this was decorated in thick veins. They looked to be as wide as her index finger, and seemed to run across the endless length.

As she studied it, one of its brethren moved to her crotch. It ignored the semi-flaccid cocks there, and moved under the large sac, finding her pussy. It moved cautiously, taking care not to frighten Victoria. As it neared, the tendril carefully ‘licked’ along the moist lips. The moan from above and lack of sudden motion told it to continue.

Victoria couldn’t stop the low sound of pleasure from escaping her lips. The feeling on her pussy was incredible, exactly as it had felt inside the meteor. The tentacle in front of her left, replaced by a new one, which she had trouble determining the use of at first. The ones with petals were to enhance her breasts, the smooth were for restraint, the ribbed ones for pleasure. And yet this one looked odd to her.

The length was like the restraining ones; perfectly smooth and coated in its aphrodisiac slime. But at the tip it looked peculiar. Victoria had never seen something like it before. The end of it opened up slightly, with what looked to be a set of lips. Oddly enough, it resembled her pussy in the few times she had seen it in the mirror, but why would it need such a thing? Only after the thought was complete, did she realise its intended use. It was for her dicks.

Speaking of which, the arousal beginning to course through her was taking effect. Blood flowed into her twin shafts, gradually raising them higher into the air. As they did so, the tentacle licked over her pussy again, pushing into her entrance ever so slightly. Another moan left her lips. Victoria no longer wanted to resist, she could feel it; lust pounding in her mind, begging to be released as it had been a short while ago. She shook herself mentally.

She shouldn’t be feeling like this. These were the same tentacles that had stolen her from her family for six weeks, that had taken her beloved pets, and now her father. But even then, as she tried to feel anger, desire pulsed stronger within her growing shafts. Her breathing sped up, a scent suddenly making itself known to her. As she looked around, trying to identify its source, Victoria’s gaze stopped at the pussy tentacle in front of her. It was dripping like hers.

Unconsciously, she reached up with her hands. The tentacle seemed to shudder as her skin came into contact with it, as though delighting in the sensation, just as hers did. Victoria swallowed hard, not realising the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. She wanted to taste it, the random urge catching her by surprise. Before she even realised what was happening, she pulled the tentacle near and let her tongue out. The taste soon met her taste buds.

It was unlike anything she’d tried before. Not only was the texture of those folds a strange delight to her lips, but the moisture they were coated in sent a spark of want through her. It was an oddly bittersweet taste, somewhat spicy, but also leaving her wanting for more. Victoria licked again, this time getting more of that juice. She pressed against it, her nose digging into the upper folds, the scent engulfing her sinuses. Her hands ran over the length, stimulating the tentacle in that way as well.

At her own wetness, the tentacle was relentless. After she had given into temptation, the tendril was pressing its thick body against her whole pussy, teasing the lips and clit all at once. Her moans were becoming louder now, her restraint weakening. All around her the other tentacles were beginning to join in. The smooth ones didn’t restrain her, there was no need after all, but they did rub all over her body, seeking out any, and every, erogenous zone. Their slime quickly made her skin glisten like oil.

The penis tipped tendrils soon converged on her pussy. Victoria could practically feel their desire to fuck her again, but she was still somewhat apprehensive of it, as such they simply continued the job of the prior tentacle. They licked all over her pussy, seeming to assign each other to different parts of her anatomy. One would tease the lips, another would pleasure her clit, while a third pressed teasingly into the dripping entrance itself.

Victoria’s moans increased in volume at this. They were amazing, the teasing gradually working her arousal to a boil. Enamoured as she was with the pussy tendril before her, and those expertly teasing her own snatch, she failed to notice her cocks flooding with her desire. As she felt something else come into contact with the tentacle’s slimy flesh, her attention was brought down.

In her centaur form, Victoria’s horse shaft measured at about 10 feet. That included the sheath. And even now, that wasn’t diminished much, despite her vastly different form. Her upper phallus had not been reduced at all, rising to its staggering two feet length. It was soon dwarfed however. The tentacles had noticed them, another pussy tipped appendage growing from Victoria’s back. It, and a couple of the smooth tendrils, quickly moved to her phalli.

Victoria could feel the weight at her crotch. It was increasing by the moment, and yet she didn’t feel encumbered by it. Even when the weight was equal to a full grown human, she never once felt it to be a burden. Just how strong was she? The unspoken question went unanswered, as her eyes caught sight of her inhuman shafts. Her human was already fully hard, jutting from her crotch almost at a ninety degree angle.

Then there was her equine cock. It was smaller than in her centaur form that much was certain, but that made little difference. It was massive, in every aspect of itself. And it had yet to finish growing erect.

“Oh… god.” She moaned, helpless in the face of her arousal. The sight should have been a wakeup call, that she should stop, however it only served to further the desire. Victoria returned her attention to the pussy in front of her, finding that the tentacles must’ve felt her increase in lust, as the juices were flowing faster now. Likewise, her liquid desire had begun to drool down her inner thighs.

The tentacles didn’t let up. They continued to poke, lick and tease her engorged pussy. Victoria couldn’t think clearly. Her mind was in a lustful haze, rational thoughts becoming lost, while those that encouraged her to sink deeper into desire came in clear. The second pussy tendril was just as wet as the first, and had begun to grind its lips against Victoria’s human shaft, while the other grew. It was almost as long as she was tall now.

The pleasure only grew as it did. More tentacles grew forth, eager to respond to her desire and pleasure her five, going on six feet of horse cock. The flared tip alone was the size of a dinner plate, and eagerly growing past that. Pre-cum belched from the tip, running down her length languidly, thick as it was. The tentacles coated it in both her excess seed and their slime, the act equivalent to fanning the flames of a blazing inferno. Victoria wanted more.

Her mouth never left the pussy. It almost seemed to become more and more delectable with each passing moment, her tongue diving inside to seek out it juices. Her chin and cheeks were coated in layer upon layer of it by that point. The scent had long since engraved itself into her mind, pushing her to want it more. The tendrils at her pussy were no longer quite so eagerly teasing her.

Even in her somewhat crazed state, Victoria noticed that. She frowned, even as she pressed her face against the tentacle cunt, wondering why they would do so. Her answer came quickly, when she felt something thicker and instantly identifiable press against her swollen labia, seeking entry. The multi-cocked futa released a gasp of surprise and want as her hips moved instinctively. In a single motion, she pushed down against the demanding tendril as it pressed up into her. The feeling of her cunt stretching was one she had not realised she’d missed.

The tentacle didn’t pause upon entry. They knew her body better than she did now, fully aware that her pussy was ready and willing as soon as the first drops of her lust came. Victoria couldn’t move, her body seizing in what could only be called a miniature orgasm, her twin cocks each releasing a large deluge of her pre. Her eyes, half lidded from the pleasure, noticed that the fluid was almost opaque. Just how much sperm was she producing?

The question died as the tentacle inside her pulsed and thickened slightly. It wasn’t cumming yet, the action done entirely for her pleasure, and achieving the desired results. Victoria let her head fall back, mouth open as she was about to announce her ecstasy to the world. Before she could make a sound, another phallic tentacle thrust into her mouth, while its sister moved down her body. The juices it leaked running over her glistening skin.

Victoria had no complaints. She immediately began to suck, tongue working to taste it. The tendril was different to the last, its taste slightly salty in comparison to the bittersweet flavour from before. It was the similar however, as she immediately tried to attain more of it. The aftertaste following the saltiness insanely addictive, but unidentifiable.

The two vaginal tentacles licked along her cocks. Her equine phallus had finally reached it full glory, her hands resting onto it in an attempt to pleasure herself, despite the tentacles working for her. Both of her hands couldn’t even wrap halfway around it, her fingers dwarfed by the veins alone. She could feel each pulse of her lust through it. Knowing her attempts to pleasure herself were futile, more tentacles grew from her.

These were the same phallus types as before, only far slimmer. They were just the right girth for her hands to wrap around them completely, the lengths so slick that she could practically glide over them, no matter her grip. As she took them into her grasp, more and more tentacles grew, all of which were just as thick as those already inside her. They moved to her lower region, teasing her taut pussy, and rubbing their slime against her puckered asshole. Despite knowing what it wanted, Victoria couldn’t hope to resist.

She wanted it just as much as they did. What little of her mind was not focused on the unnatural levels of ecstasy coursing through her at that very moment, were reliving the sensations from within the meteor. In reaction, her muscles relaxed, letting the tentacle at her backdoor press in slightly. Her moans vibrated along the tentacle in her mouth. They seemed to enjoy it, as the one in her pussy thickened yet again. Not wishing to exclude any part of her, the pussy tentacles made their move.

The futa was lost in a sea of bliss. She could scarcely believe she could feel like this, and still with the promise of greater heights. Her cocks throbbed powerfully. Each pulse of her lust filled heart sending a massive spurt of her thick pre into the air. Her pussy was stretched so perfectly wide, and her ass was being teased fantastically. Victoria wasn’t sure she could take much more.

The pussies struck just as the thought left her mind. The dual tentacles able to stretch impossibly, much like the snakes she had compared them to, around her twin shafts. Her horse cock was easily seven feet in length and thick enough that Victoria doubted she could even wrap her legs around it, much less her arms. Unnoticed in the flurry of ecstatic activity, the dual cocked futa’s balls had begun to swell.

As the tentacles made their way down her turgid shafts, their brethren grew restless. Just as her human phallus was completely engulfed in the wet heat, the cock tipped tendril at her ass finally thrust itself inside. Pain should have been all she could feel, as the ring of muscles was forcibly spread open wide. But it never came. Victoria simply cried out around the other tentacle, the muffled sound seeming to echo throughout the hall.

Her ass was given no rest. The tendril continued to make its way through her anus, angling itself perfectly as it pressed against her oversized prostrate. Victoria’s eyes went wide at this, her cocks both spraying what could have been a gallon of cum into the pussies. Her horse cock was covered to the halfway point, the pulsing veins clearly visible through the tentacle. Despite the impossible waves of ecstasy crashing through her, Victoria wanted more.

The tentacles obliged her eagerly. More and more phalli grew from her back, until a grand total of twelve phallic tentacles hovered in the air, just outside of her stuffed cunt and ass. They seemed to be waiting for something, making that fact clear to Victoria as they teased both of her stretched holes. As she was about to beg them, the pussy on her horse shaft finally reached the sheath. That was the cue and the dozen tentacles surged forth.

Victoria lost her mind at that moment. There was no way she could hope to stay conscious. The second they entered her, she lost it. Her eyes rolled back. Drool spilled from her lips. And a single window shattering scream of pure, unbridled bliss escaped her lips. The tentacle was unable to fully suppress it.

Her balls had swollen massively. It was almost as if they knew of her impending release, swelling out with her impossibly thick seed. The tentacles rocked her body, making their sway. If she had been able to focus, there was no doubt, Victoria would have heard her cum sloshing within, churning and becoming even thicker. Unfortunately, it did not have much longer. Her floodgates opened.

The pussy tentacles seemed to immediately swell. They were able to spread the excess mass equally, as such their entire bodies grew in girth, doubling after the first two releases. In the deepest corner of Victoria’s mind, she swore she was pumping out even more than before, but that was lost to an ocean of ecstatic cries. All of which were her own. The tentacles must have been tied to her pleasure, as they released not long after her orgasm began.

Unseen by the blissed out futa, the tentacle that bulged with her father’s body shrunk rapidly as she was filled. Her own stomach bulged out quickly, gaining at least an inch with each spurt of the tentacle’s cum. Both of their orgasms lasted approximately five complete minutes, with Victoria’s stomach seeming to reach a new milestone every thirty seconds. Her hands left the tentacles and moved to caress her swelling flesh.

Soon enough she appeared full term with a single child. The tentacle were quick to change that, as she soon looked heavy with twins. Then triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets. It only went on. Her skin remained perfectly smooth throughout it all, not a stretch mark in sight. By the end of her and the tentacles orgasm, her stomach could have contained herself and her swollen mother with ease.

Victoria had long since passed out. Her mind, while altered, could not withstand the overwhelming tides of untamed ecstasy. As she slept atop herself, the tentacles receded back into her body. The only evidence of that they had been there being her massive stomach. As the hours passed, Victoria started to shrink down, her stomach returning to its perfect trim form as the sun began its ascent. The sound of a shocked cry woke her.

The sun had long since risen. Its light cast into the room through open windows, with Jane’s swollen form unknowingly basking in the rays. It soon reached the perfect angle to get into her eyes, causing her to unconsciously squint at the bright light. Jane soon woke up at the persistence brightness. Her vision was blurry after her restful slumber. She raised her hands to rub her eyes, hoping to remove the blurred sight, when she felt not just her skin, but something thick. Frowning, she focused as best she could on a hand.

It was covered in a strange white fluid. Confused in her groggy state, Jane had no way of knowing what it was, despite what had happened just hours ago. It was thick, much more like jelly rather than a liquid, but the way it ran down her arm was undeniably fluid. Curious as one might be, she raised it to her nose and sniffed it, finding an odd, but not unpleasant scent invading her sinuses. Quickly accompanying it was a sudden rush through her body.

It was strange, in the most amazing way. Jane could feel heat rushing throughout her entire being, focusing on her lower half, precisely her crotch. She could even feel a drop of moisture on her inner thigh. Such an amazing sensation, one that was oddly familiar to her despite the fact that she had no recollection of it. Jane gave little consideration to this and simply sighed contently, yet, as the drowsiness of sleep wore off, she found something nagging at her subconscious. Looking around, she frowned. Was something different?

Everything came back in a rush. The moment her eyes cast downward properly, without a white covered hand to capture her attention. She saw quite clearly the floor, however it was at least a foot higher than it should have been. How could this be possible, she was barely any taller than Victoria, at five foot two, and yet she seemed to have grown a foot in a single night? Though that only served to raise another question; had she been sleeping standing up? She didn’t feel like she was standing.

Jane bent her neck forward, hoping to find out why she seemed to be so much taller. The answer quickly became known. The heat she had felt inside of her left immediately, chased away by a tidal wave of fear at herself, instantly followed by a sudden cry. Had she gone into some kind of drug induced hallucination last night? Did she somehow eat several king sized banquets? Her stomach resembled an over inflated balloon.

Victoria was on her feet and in the room before she could even think. As she stood in the doorway of her room, she looked at her mother. She had shrunken down slightly from last night, though she was still higher than Victoria herself. The futa walked inside and up to her bloated parent.

“Hey mum… uh, guess I have some, um, explaining to do.” She said, hoping her calm tone would help Jane. The massively inflated woman looked down at her daughter, an expression of relief and fright somehow mixing on her face.

“V-Victoria? Wh-what… happened to me?” She asked. Her mind could hardly comprehend what was happening. Her daughter sounded like she knew something though.

“Yeah, that was my fault.” She admitted, blushing slightly.

“What do you mean?” Jane asked, trying to focus on her child, but constantly having her attention brought back to her grossly inflated middle.

“I don’t know how to explain it.” She said, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. On her exhale it was like releasing all the tension in her body at once. She didn’t realise she had felt tense, but it made itself known as she relaxed completely. A gasp escaped her lips as her body changed, her rear elongating as fur grew rapidly. She felt no pain from the change, only a sense of relief.

“V-Victoria?” Jane asked, dumbfounded by what she was seeing. Her eyes had stayed completely focused on her daughter’s face, subconsciously looking for reassurance, but now her gaze was brought lower. She stared, wide eyed as her child transformed before her eyes, growing taller until their heads were level. That wasn’t the key part of her shock however, as she gazed upon Victoria’s… cock.

What had her daughter become? Jane gulped as she stared, uncertain if the action was one of want or fear. The sight confused her, primarily in the reaction her body had to it. The heat from before returned, stronger and definitely focused on her crotch region. What was wrong with her? Victoria’s body continued to alter itself, Jane’s eyes being drawn to a swaying, and growing tail. It was unlike any she had seen before, with a mushroom like head. It resembled her husband’s member as far as her faint memories of that night could recall.

When Victoria had completed her change, she opened her eyes and looked into her mother’s. Jane’s were still wide, however the centaur noticed the faint spark of lust in them. She looked away quickly.

“I, um, went through a few changes.” She said, answering an unspoken question. Jane looked her child over, from the massive bust she now sported, to the gorgeous blue fur of her equine half, to the flaccid, monster cock currently hanging just where her skin met fur. The swollen parent almost couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“I-I can see that.” She replied, “But that doesn’t answer why I’m so huge.” Victoria blushed hard at this, her cheeks turning a deep red.

“I, uh… um, kind of had sex with you… last night.” Jane’s eyes understandably opened wide as possible at this, though Victoria was surprised when she spoke.

“But how? I mean, that… thing, looks big, but to do this?” Without speaking, the centaur turned to her side, giving her mother a perfect view of her massive sheath, where her horse shaft lied in wait. And just behind it, her sac of overwhelming balls, all four of them.

“I’m sorry, mum. I didn’t want to, well I did, but I wasn’t thinking and… and… Mum?” Victoria asked. She had been prepared for shock, fear, outrage, anything but what she was getting. Jane licked her lips, feeling the heat growing and more powerful at her crotch. Why did she feel like this? “Mum?”

“Hmm? Oh, sorry sweetie.” Her voice sounded too kind, devoid of any emotion Victoria would have expected. Was this because of her cum? “My heads all muddled up.”

“It’s okay, do you need anything?” Victoria asked, knowing there was no sense in questioning what had happened. It was just another mystery of what had been done to her. Perhaps one day she’d figure it out, but for now, she would simply take it all in stride. At that moment, her mother’s comfort took priority.

“Cum.” The moment the crude word left Jane’s lips, she clamped both hands over it. Naturally, the thick seed coating them spread over her face, its scent once again invading her sinuses. Her mouth opened slightly, tongue reaching out involuntarily. She soon tasted it.

“Mum?”

“Honey, if you were, um, responsible for this… can you show me?” Jane had no idea why she was saying this, even as her tongue reached out once more to taste her cum drenched hands. Victoria stared at her, wide eyed and disbelieving of what she had heard.

“Mum? A-are you sure? I mean, I can make a lot of it. Aren’t you worried I’ll, I don’t know, flood the house?” The centaur tried to reason, even as her cocks gave a twitch of desire. Jane managed to will her hands away, and looked at herself again.

“I think I could handle it.” She assured her daughter. Her voice calm, relaxed, soothing, yet tainted by her undeniable lust. Victoria stepped closer, gulping nervously. Her body wanted this as much as her mother did.

“B-but, I don’t think… I mean, you’re already so huge.”

“I don’t know what it is, sweetie, but… I kind of want to be bigger. I can’t explain it.” As she spoke, Jane ran her hands over her extremely bloated abdomen, cooing softly at the feeling of the giving, yet firm flesh. It was obvious she was full of a fluid, but it was so thick it only gave a small amount under her hands. Jane knew that, with how much cum had been packed into her, she was pregnant. As she pressed, Jane even swore she felt something solid beneath her skin.

Victoria’s hands figeted nervously. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to help her mother, even it meant far more than she expected, but at the same time her conscience played against her.

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Victoria, baby. I don’t know what happened to you, but… it must have felt good when you did this to me, right?” Victoria nodded mutely, “And I imagine you’re feeling, uh, pent up?” Again, Victoria nodded. She hadn’t noticed, but her balls did feel strangely swollen, “So, I want to help however I can.” Jane finished, reaching up and stroking her daughter’s blue hair. Considering the colour of her equine fur, it had most likely become her natural hair colour now.

The centaur looked into her mother’s eyes. She could feel her human cock growing, blood flooding into it out of her desire. Strangely, her horse shaft remained in its sheath, possibly because Victoria knew her mother couldn’t handle both of them. Either way, she noticed Jane’s eyes following its rise. Her massive prick simply continued to grow, expanding and rising up higher and higher. Jane reached out, her hands wrapping around what she could of it.

Victoria let out a low moan at this. Her cock gave a sudden spurt of growth, its tip now level with her massive bust. Seeing this, Jane moved one of her hands off the rising prick and instead groped at one of her daughter’s breasts. Victoria moaned again, her transformed tits easily as sensitive as a clit was on a normal woman. Her dick only continued its ascent, rising until it was level with both of their eyes.

“M-Mum, are you really sure about this?” The centaur asked, still uncertain about this.

“Of course I am, sweetie.” To reinforce this, Jane leaned forward slightly and licked at the head. Victoria gasped at the sudden move. She arched her back slightly, pushing her breast against her parent’s skilled hand. Jane was an expert when it came to milking cows, and her fingers reflected that. They squeezed and moved in just the perfect way, teasing and pleasuring her sensitive flesh.

“O-oh god…” Victoria moaned, putting a hand on her mother’s head and gently urging her closer to her cock. Jane didn’t fight back, letting her tongue loll out as far as possible, pressing it against her child’s inhuman dick, tasting its natural salty flavour, mixed with a bittersweet taste she couldn’t place. It didn’t matter, the mixture was wonderful, waltzing across her taste buds and urging her to taste more. Jane laid kiss after kiss upon the head, gradually moving to its peak.

Heat rushed throughout her body. Victoria had only done this once before, and her mind had been in a frenzy at the time, but now she was – mostly – calm. Now, she could focus on the sensations offered by her cock and her mother’s willing mouth.

“Mmm, so good.” Jane moaned as she came to the tip and licked alone the fissure there, earning a sudden gush of her daughter’s thick, viscous pre-cum in reward. Though she couldn’t quite tell at first, given that it was an opaque white, however it would later become obvious when the real load was delivered. Even so, she gave little thought to it as she let it run over her tongue and taste buds. The streams of it that escaped her mouth was soon worked into the shaft with her hand.

Some managed to splash onto Victoria’s bust. Jane was quick to work it in as well, leaving the perfect, twin orbs with an enticing sheen, as if they were oiled. The act sent shivers of pleasure through Victoria’s body. Suddenly, Jane pinched one of her nipples. The resulting cry of pleasure was soon followed by a thick stream of her milk, gushing forth to drench her mother. The fluid seemed slightly thicker than before, definitely resembling cream over actual milk.

Even so, Jane was quick to take notice of this. She moved her hand away, bringing it back to Victoria’s shaft, while her mouth latched onto the nipple. Victoria let out loud cry at the sudden shift in stimulation, but enjoying it immensely, feeling a new kind of warmth spread within her. It was not unlike the sexual pleasure she could still feel pulsing through her, but at the same time it was different. Less like a wish to lose herself in the ecstasy, and more a desire to keep her mother happy.

Was this how mother’s felt? Victoria smiled to herself, even as she moaned, stroking her mother’s hair as she suckled. It was the best comparison she could think of; feeding her loved one, and even helping to sustain the young she had growing inside of her. As was becoming normal for her, Victoria didn’t feel apprehensive about what had happened, even with the fact that she would be the ‘father’ to what would no doubt be a legion of mutant children. Not even at the fact that her own parent would be the mother. Though she couldn’t think of anyone better to do so.

Jane’s eyes shut as she drank. Her stomach, already stuffed from the night’s activity, gradually expanding even further as she gorged herself on her own daughter’s milk. The sheer fact that Victoria was the one lactating at the time didn’t even cross her mind. Her hands didn’t stop their movements, working the tumescent shaft as best she could, even moaning a little as she felt the veins pulse. Jane’s moan urged a small spurt of her child’s milk to release into her mouth.

Victoria eventually pulled her mother away. The older woman whined like a dog, looking up at her daughter pleadingly, even as a stream of milk ran down her chin. Mother and child looked at one another. Victoria gulped nervously, unsure if the next words she spoke would break the moment or not.

“Mum, suck my cock. Take it into your throat… all the way.” Jane didn’t bat an eye, instead she immediately opened her mouth and slammed her slavering maw down onto the pre spewing tip. Victoria let her head fall back, an ecstatic cry escaping her lips. Jane heard this clearly, her lust addled mind wanting only to hear it again and again. In her desire to fulfil that need, she continued down further and further. She could feel it inside her oesophagus now.

Acting on a subconscious whim, Jane moved her hands to her chest. There she could actually feel it, Victoria’s cock travelling down her body, its veins throbbing against her hands through her skin. The massive phallus continued into her body. Jane leaned down as best she could, trying to impale herself, however it was impossible with her impossibly huge middle. Victoria noticed her struggle and pushed her mother down the length.

If the moans of delight were any indication, Jane didn’t mind. If anything, she loved her daughter taking such command. She may be the elder of the two, and the mother at that, however Victoria was her goddess now. No, not goddess, her mate… her stud. Jane released a muffled cry as she came to this realisation; she was a broodmare, nothing but a tool for Victoria to breed and dump her seed into. Her pussy gushed with pure bliss as she fully gave into her new role in life.

The change went unnoticed for the moment, as Victoria neared her climax. Her moans rose in volume and frequency, turning into sharp cries when her mother licked in just the right way. Her hands gripped tightly, grabbing fistfuls of Jane’s hair and ramming her down the last few inches. As she did so, her mother’s rear was lifted higher into the air, her pussy spraying its juices now. Victoria did not notice this as she felt her cock pulse rapidly.

Jane could feel it. Her daughter was close, the veins all over her massive shaft pulsing wildly now. The incredibly bloated mother’s squirting juices came in greater quantity now, her orgasm turning from a smouldering lust, to a wildfire of ecstasy. She cried out around Victoria’s godly prick, the vibrations along her throat sending the centaur into her own tirade of bliss. Jane felt the shaft thicken immensely with the encroaching load. The first of many.

Victoria pulled her mother close to her crotch. At her rear, her balls pulled taut, sperm racing from the massive orbs through her frontal shaft, before traversing through her mother and finally unloading into her already full stomach. The vastly expanded woman’s belly ballooned further, her skin stretching slowly, but without issue. In the corner of the centaur’s mind, she wondered if her mother could simply expand as much as was needed. Her lust caught hold of this thought.

“Let’s see how big you can get, Mum.” She moaned, Jane replying with a gagged groan of pleasure. Seed poured into her, mixing with the fresh milk and older cum previously put there, while it gushed throughout her lower body. There it bathed the eggs Victoria’s tail had planted inside of her, strengthening the growing young. It would then serve to sustain her mother, while also aiding her body in its much needed growth. Victoria didn’t know how she was aware of this, but it made little difference in the face of her ongoing orgasm.

Her climax raged on and on. A veritable ocean of her cum filled her mother, at least a gallon per spurt. All the while, Jane released scream after muffled scream. Her pussy clenching around the air, desperate for a cock to fill it, even as it continued to squirt her juices. The force was great enough to connect with the wall two feet behind her. As she was filled, Jane rose higher from the floor, her swelling gut forcing her to lose inch after inch of Victoria’s cock. With an almost pained cry, the head was eventually let back into the air.

Even after the several minutes that had passed, Victoria was still cumming strong. Her mother was on the verge of hitting her head against the ceiling now, but that didn’t stop her from looking down at her daughter. Her eyes pleaded to be filled with more. The centaur was lost to the world however, her climax raging on. Her cock, freed from her mother’s body, proceeded to spray her down. Jane’s whines were silenced as she was coated.

Eventually, the flow came to an end. Victoria slumped down onto her knees, panting. Even when compared to the night, her climax had been far stronger and longer. Her mind was sluggish from the pleasure she had experienced. She couldn’t even quite recognise the sound of an alarm from nearby, until she lazily looked to it. It was the same alarm clock she’d used for school.

Despite what had happened, her body reacted to the sound. She was on her feet and back to her human self in an instant. Jane, still quivering from the remnants of her own overwhelming climaxes, noticed her daughter’s frantic movements.

“What is it, Hun?” She asked, voice hoarse from the use of her throat.

“I’ve gotta get ready for school, or I’ll be late.” She said and ran to her dresser, thankfully out of the way of her mother’s obscenely swollen body.

“Why? You only just got back, you should rest.” Jane told her, though she wouldn’t verbally speak her desire for Victoria to stay and fuck her again. The futa shook her head.

“I-I need some normalcy. School will be good for that, it’s familiar you know?” She said as she dressed. Victoria stopped and frowned down at herself, she was about to pull a shirt on, when she realised she had reverted back to her flat chest. She knew it would be a bad idea to suddenly walk into school with her ‘normal’ bust, but the temptation was too great. With a calm inhale, Victoria’s chest grew out.

When she exhaled, she sported a pair of proud C cups. They were wonderfully perky too, leaving little need for a bra. A worried thought crossed her mind, of her growing aroused at school, and her nipples poking out of her shirt. Despite herself, Victoria found the idea too tempting to resist and thus didn’t put on a bra. As she was about to pull on her panties, she was met by an actual issue; her cocks. They were both flaccid and her balls were no bigger than grapefruits.

Perhaps she could hide them with some baggy pants? The idea was soon thrown out, as neither she, nor her mother, owned any that would hide them. Taking a deep breath, Victoria instead focused on another subject as she went around the house, finding several pieces of smooth, but strong rope.

“These’ll do.” She thought aloud and tied her cocks to her separate legs. It may have been her imagination, but they appeared slightly bigger than when she’d last seen them in this form. She shook the thought loose and returned to her bedroom, Jane smiling comfortingly down at her. Victoria returned the expression, ignoring how strange the situation was. She eventually found a pair of jeans that were a couple of sizes too big for her.

They did the job and only showed a mild bulge from her shafts and balls. One would have to look closely to make out what they were. Now that she was adequately dressed, Victoria headed to the bathroom, but stopped just out of the doorway. She sniffed herself, ready for an onslaught of the scent of cum and sweat, but there was nothing of the sort. If anything, she smelled incredibly sweet, in just the right way. The kind of scent that had one wanting more.

Then there was her teeth and breath. A long look in the mirror revealed her pearly whites to be in perfect condition, possibly even better than before her change. While her breath simply held the same sweetness of her body. The more she found out about her new body, the more she felt glad to have been taken by the meteor. Though she was still saddened by the loss of Bojack and Austin, however they lived in her now, in a strange way. They would always be with her.

The thought gave her comfort. They were her best friends and now they were one to a certain extent. Victoria grinned slightly to herself as she walked down the stairs. She walked passed the kitchen, not feeling hungry in the slightest, nor did she pause to put her shoes on. The futa only realised this as she stepped outside and felt the earth on the soles of her feet. It almost saddened her to have to put shoes on. Her feet were probably stronger than any shoe.

Even so, she put them on. She didn’t need another reason to be further ostracised by her classmates, her school bag hung on a hook on the door. She had nearly missed it on her way out at first. With the bag slung over her shoulder, and her body presentable, Victoria made her way to her school on foot. The bus didn’t come out so far, and her mother was in no state to drive. Too bad they didn’t have someone else who could do so, she thought.

She walked along the well-trodden path through the surrounding forest. She didn’t need, her much keener senses being able to direct her wherever she wished through sight, sound and smell, or even just one of them. She could recognise tiny details as she walked along, ones that she had paid no heed to before. A tiny scratch on a large oak tree, an odd formation of roots in the ground, the tracks of several stray animals, even though most were hidden beneath dirt and/or leaves. She could hear the faint sounds of civilisation beyond the treeline.

With a minor sense of apprehension, Victoria stepped past the trees and onto a pavement. Cars passed by her on the roads, mothers dropped their children off at the nearby grade school, while random people walked by. It had only been just under two months, even if it had felt more like a day to her, but the world seemed different. Nothing about it had changed, as much as she had changed. Victoria was no longer human after all.

She ignored the feeling of change and simply made her way to her school. The buildings around her went by ignored, her gaze aimed downward at the concrete ground. It was normal for her, though the slight paranoia brewing in her mind didn’t help. What if someone discovered her? What if she was taken away for experiments? Before the thoughts could run completely rampant, she suddenly felt calm.

All thoughts of worry, of fear just vanished. She was aware of them, she knew she thought them, but now they simply didn’t matter. They weren’t of any concern. Victoria once again tried to question herself on this, but couldn’t bring herself to care. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Negativity wouldn’t help her at all.

While she was stuck in her own mind, her school gates loomed in front of her. Victoria looked up and took a deep breath. With any luck, the mundane events of school would keep her mind away from what had happened over the summer. She walked onto the school grounds and was immediately met by someone. They were in her class, a pretty young girl who took pleasure in mocking Victoria. At the very least she did it in a highly passive-aggressive manor.

Victoria prepared for an insult disguised as an compliment, but it never came. The girl, Ellen from what she remembered, simply stood there.

“H-hi.” She finally said. She usually sounded confident in herself, so assured of her superiority over Victoria that she had no need to be worried around her. But in that one word, she had sounded like a shy, school girl with a massive crush on a boy.

“Hi.” The futa replied and went to walk away, but Ellen stopped her.

“I-I’m Ellen… you’re Victoria, right?” She asked, though she knew.

“Yeah, we’re in the same class.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, the summer was crazy and… um…” She trailed off. Victoria turned to look at her, and noticed that the girl had a somewhat vacant look on her face.

“Uh, Ellen?” She said, bringing the girl back to reality.

“Huh? Sorry about that. What’s that perfume you’re using?” Ellen asked, ignoring her own strange behaviour.

“I don’t wear perfume.” Victoria answered, now walking to the school entrance.

“R-really? You smell really good though.” In that final sentence, Victoria realised she had made a mistake in coming there. The way Ellen spoke there, her voice was low, husky and undeniably filled with lust. It was the same as with her mother. Before anything more could happen, she rushed away. Why was this happening? Was her body just producing some kind of chemical now? She glanced around nervously, heading to the restrooms. As she did so, she noticed odd looks from nearly every girl in the class. Those that didn’t look at her, were too busy with something else.

I shouldn’t have come here. She thought and entered the restroom.