Unreal Creation
by Tosaku no Kishi

Chapter 1

It was a literal bloodbath. Everywhere she turned revealed more bodies in various states of decay, all horribly injured in similar ways, usually bludgeoned by a giant hammer of some sorts. The one responsible stepped toward her, towering hundreds of feet high amidst buildings not even suitable to be its shoes. Bodies and viscera squelched between its toes, all twenty of them spread among four human legs attached to a pair of torsos melded into one another. It might’ve been female, given the face-obscuring chest it sported, but a huge shape hung from its crotch, censored by a thong made of dark leather. Not that its gender mattered when it loomed over Destiny with intent to squash her.

Or that’s what she thought would happen as she readied her pitiful great sword. There weren’t many options for guns or even archery since everyone claimed them first, but that suited her fine. She’d hack at its ankles until it bled out.

Her plan went up into the clouds as the giant grabbed her. It squeezed and she dropped the weapon, leaving her defenceless but for the leather armour. Air thinned out as she crested nearby skyscrapers and got her first look at the behemoth’s face. It had some sense of decency, as a corset girded its chest, not that it did much when what could’ve been a hundred feet of cleavage wobbled beneath her. The globes even jiggled from the giant’s breathing.

Destiny looked everywhere in hopes of a savour. Anything would do, even a stray bird striking the giant’s eye, though nothing came. It lifted her closer, changing grips so it only held her between its thumb and index finger, until all she could see was its visage - an otherwise beautiful womanly face - then grinned and unfurled a massive tongue, which passed over her front. Destiny covered herself as the saliva dissolved her armour.

What was this thing doing? Did it only eat naked people? For that matter, why was it only doing this to her? Because she was the last one left? Had to be. Although that couldn’t be the case, since other raids had fought this thing and no one said anything of this.

Her attempt at covering herself was thwarted as it easily plucked her hands from her breasts and crotch. The tongue came back and started at her legs, slowly dragging up. Her skin tingled where it touched her, and for a moment she feared she’d be treated to a graphic digestion of herself, but as it came over her groin and made her jerk in startling, horrific pleasure, she knew it wouldn’t be that. If anything, it seemed the creature was getting more invested in her.

A loud ripping sound tore apart the otherwise serene air. She looked down and there it was, a humongous phallus.

“Nope! Quitting out. Why the fuck do I always get these games?” Destiny groaned and uninstalled the latest in a long line of Indie, fetish games she’d received. It wasn’t that she had a big problem them, after all some were entertaining and even had decent gameplay, but she didn’t play games to get horny and lose her day off masturbating all the time. She was at fault really, choosing to play a game called ‘Giantess Smashing Day - Sexy Human-Taur Rampage: Stop Her!’. Some people just weren’t creative with names.

The worst part was, despite its niche nature, she was damp. It was that level of arousal between stoic and outright horny, not quite past the point where she hit ‘fuck it’ and wasted the day in bed. She didn’t have a problem with it. Sometimes, masturbation was exactly what she needed after a week of work dealing with customers that somehow thought she was basically their slave, but she could do that in the evenings. Day off’s were few and far between, the only chance for her to catch up on all the games she wanted to play.

Ah, the irony of being a working adult. She had the money to play all she wanted, but couldn’t fund it without giving up eighty-percent of her time. Destiny sighed and opened her favourite forum. She’d joined it almost ten years ago, looking for unknown developers that needed testers or just wanted feedback, though it ended up doing more than that in the long run. In large part, thanks to one ‘GirlyGirlMcGirlSon’.

While she doubted they were actually a girl, they helped her figure stuff out in her teenage years. From small things, like how to manage her time, to coming out in high school. In an unofficial sense, GirlyGirl was her girlfriend, or the closest she had to one for the moment. They’d messaged her while she was playing and, based on the subject, it seemed like an interesting one.

‘Oh my god, this thing is hilarious. It’s a character creator that does literally everything. Here’s the link. Only works on your phone BTW.’

Destiny shrugged. She wasn’t usually one for mobile games, or those inane creator-a-character things, but if her friend said it was great, then she’d try it. With a quick thanks, she downloaded the file and waited with subpar interest. Then her screen went dark. Not a big deal, it was an unofficial file, so her phone was probably restarting to make sure nothing went haywire. Just a simple press of the power button would suffice.

Nothing happened. Multiple button presses availed no better results. Deep breaths, Destiny. Deep breaths. Her repeated mantra faltered after three repetitions.

“No, no no no no!” She resorted to her father’s tried and true method with a remote, and smacked it several times all over. Nothing, “Turn the fuck on!” Screaming didn’t work either. One final tactic remained, “Turn on, or I switch to Apple.”

The dark screen lit up and her phone was back in order. Or should have been. None of the other, non-essential apps, widgets or media files were to be found, all except one; Unreal Creator. She checked the file size and found it had consumed every byte of available data on her device. What kind of game needed a 128GB of space? Much less a simple character creator.

“Even my SD card? That’s just fucking great,” Destiny groaned. Even if she removed it and re-downloaded everything else, she’d have to sign back in, set up all the passwords, block permissions and the list just went on. She set it down on her desk with a thud and rolled back in her second hand Herman Miller chair, staring at the ceiling as she took calming breaths, sifting through all the best solutions in her head. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the time for fixing this mess, nor was she poor enough that she couldn’t just get a new phone. She did live a mostly frugal life after all.

Plain, single bed and desk that served her needs and little more. Her computer and chair were the most extravagant possessions in her room, though that was born from necessity to make sure it ran any game, and that she didn’t end up with a hunch. It took her a whole week of zero sleep just to find the right graphics card for a decent price. Other than that, clothing came from thrift stores and she only had a few random accessories, just one of which was a staple on her garment; the pride pin.

“I need a snack,” Destiny grumbled and stormed off. The stupid app could wait a minute.

Her apartment was shared with two others, Hazel and Monica. She didn’t see much of the former, mostly by her own design, but could never escape the latter, given she was her boss at the local supermarket, an off-brand, almost suable, place called MalWart. From what she knew, they changed to it after Target threatened legal action over the last name; Targeted. They even used the same logo except with an extra stripe. It paid the bills, so she didn’t care what risks they took.

Hazel, unlike the other two, was more sociable. With the fact Destiny and Monica preferred their own company most hours, she often took to the living room, where she sat in front of a large flat screen. The couch had an indent of her behind, not because she was heavy, but from the sheer fact hers was the only one on it long enough to create one. She was a cute girl, light and small like a baby bird.

“What’re you watching?” Destiny asked on her way to the kitchen. Roommates posed some challenges, sharing chores and so on, but she appreciated that Monica took care of the kitchen. Without her, she doubted it’d be habitable. For humans at least. Destiny’s last place on her own had been more for the rats than her.

“Just that new He-Man show.”

“Any good?” Destiny wasn’t really interested. She’d seen the images and didn’t feel anything for a show about some guy with muscles too big to scratch his back, though she figured that was the reason for his sword. Fixing herself some jammed toast, she sat down beside her roommate. Better to be away from the phone for a while and take out her frustrations on the toast instead.

The apartment was set up with an open living/dining room with the door opening into a short foyer. It was a nice place, affordable only because they split the bill, with a cool, minimalist colour palate that lent itself to her and Monica’s private lifestyles. A single couch for three faced their tv, mounted to the wall, both simply black with white or cream pillows to accent the furniture. The coffee table was an oak top, which added some warmth to the place. Upon it, Destiny rested her feet and mindlessly watched the screen.

“It’s okay. Different to the original, but in a good way,” Hazel said. The couch wasn’t big, only enough to support the three of them, though Hazel’s size made that easier.

“Cool,” Destiny mumbled around a mouthful. While she didn’t enjoy socialising the way her roommate did, she liked her. Hazel was a good person, thoughtful enough not to force the either of the other girls to spend time together, but just enough that they weren’t always holed up on their own. Though Monica was rarely in. Destiny’s current theory was that she worked nights at a bar, though her fantasy was Monica working in strip clubs.

“So, what’s up? You never sit with me unless I make you,” Hazel said.

“Hmm, nothing. Just my phone fucking up.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

“It’s fine. Easy fix really, just tedious.”

“If you say so. I know Roy’s got a friend that’s good with these things. Want me to give him a call sometime?” Roy was her boyfriend. That fact alone irked Destiny, not that he was a bad guy, the opposite in fact, but she couldn’t help it. She’d give a lot for Hazel to be even a little bi-curious, however that didn’t seem likely. Mostly unintentional, she frequently paraded around in her underwear and saw nothing from Hazel. Not even so much as a glance.

“Nah, I’m good at it too. Worst comes to worst, I’ll upgrade.”

“You got that phone three months ago.”

“What can I say? Technology moves fast. It’s already in a wheelchair far as most techies are concerned.”

“Seriously?” Hazel chuckled and pulled out her Samsung from 2012, “Yep, still works. No upgrades for me.”

“That’s only because it’s small. Suits you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Hazel didn’t seem aware of it, but she pouted whenever her height was teased. She had the cutest cheeks for it, just part of why Destiny longed for her. Cuteness was her greatest weapon, one she wielded expertly, such that it more than made up for her svelte body.

“You’re welcome.” Destiny stayed for an episode, then decided there really wasn’t anything to keep her there, or a point in delaying the problem any further. Back in her room, she sighed and sat back at her desk, put on a random playlist and picked up her phone. The time had come to see what this app was all about.

“Better be good,” she muttered and booted it open. A familiar logo from the Unreal Engine popped up, then shifted before her eyes into a human figure and faded to dark, before snapping to a plain screen. It was horizontal, with a box on the right side containing a human silhouette, surprisingly defaulted to a female shape, and a myriad of bars on the left. All the usual categories were available; head, torso, legs and so on, though many featured sub menus for in-depth customisation. She had to admit, if more games offered such level of detail, she’d be impressed.

She tried fiddling with the controls but a message blipped into place; attach a photo. Was it one of those morph apps, like a watered down photoshop? Destiny rolled her eyes, though still gave it access to her photos, then frowned as it only showed images of real life people. None of the characters she’d saved fan art of, or even that cute Dachshund she met the other day. Guess it’s for fantasies or something.

“Eh, what the hell,” Destiny selected a picture of Hazel. It was from a ‘bonding’ trip on Halloween, which only solidified her attraction to the white-haired fairy, given the Tinker Bell costume she wore. The night itself was dull, though Hazel proved more than enough of a highlight to remember it.

She hit ‘apply’ and gawked as the silhouette changed. What started as a typical woman with C-cups, a decent butt and average height, shifted to match Hazel flawlessly. But how? The image was from the shoulders up, no mirrors or anything. Paranoia kicked in a second later. Someone had to be watching the apartment, or stalking them. She hadn’t provided any names, so they couldn’t have looked up Hazel’s Instagram for body references.

“Okay, whoever the fuck is listening to me, fuck off!” Destiny stood up and searched every corner of her cosy room, though it no longer felt that way. It was a box now, one where a creep had eyes on her, despite the lack of cameras around. Her phone! Picking it up, she looked straight into the camera with every ounce of malice she could muster, “I swear to God, if you fuck with us I’ll dox you so fucking hard.”

Her phone vibrated, nearly crashing to her desk if she didn’t have luck on her side and forced it to the carpet instead. On the front, another message appeared ‘try me out’.

“Really, that’s it?” Destiny asked, “Kinda lame, honestly.” She closed the app, not being a fool, and instead checked her private details, with the phone cameras away from view. Nothing appeared to have leaked. Regardless, she changed every password for her personal records, disabling the two-step verification in case whoever was spying on her could get in through them. Secure that her life wouldn’t be taken over, she re-examined the app.

Hazel’s portrait was still in place. Impossibly, it was a flawless 3D model as she turned it around. They’d seen each other naked more than once, it came with the territory as roommates, one or both would inevitably think they were home alone. Besides, both agreed being nude in the ideal climate was way more comfortable. Though Destiny would never admit that she had pretended to be out just for the chance to catch Hazel in the buff again. It never worked, but now she had a pristine recreation to ogle.

Fuck! She was still horny.

“I should’ve masturbated,” Destiny groaned to herself, and whatever freak was likely watching her. It couldn’t have been GirlyGirl, right? Maybe it was, that might explain why none of her private affairs were messed with, but what was their goal with this? She leaned back in her chair, “Okay, GirlyGirl, yeah I figured it out, if you want to watch me so bad, then you better enjoy it.”

Much as she wanted this resolved, logical thoughts came and went too fast when the ‘fuck it’ moment struck. Her chair reclined far as it would go, arm rests pushed away for more room, and let her comfortably slump into position. A drawer housed her favourite rabbit, covered in various textured nubs that teased her walls deliciously, and equipped with a unique suction cup for her clit. Nothing quite bested the feeling of a swollen clit.

Lube came with it of course. Wet as she was, she still wouldn’t put dry rubber inside her pussy. Destiny pushed her pants down and pulled up her usual go-to materials, intent on a quick rub, then confronting GirlyGirl. Running a lubed hand across her toy, she brought it down and cooed at the cool touch on her heated folds. It slipped inside to the rhythm of the two girls she watched, each going at it with strap-ons much too big for her own inexperienced cunny. If she had the time or drive, she might’ve tried stretching herself like they did.

As she drove the faux phallus deeper, the suction cup attached to her clit. On cue, she switched on the vibrations, quivering at the delicious sensation of her sensitive button engorging, its nerves rushing to the surface and feeling every facet of the cup. Once it filled the device, a shuddering moan left her as she bit her bottom lip. Every little vibration echoed through her clit, into her crotch and up her spine. The video showed the girls switching it up to truly monstrous toys, easily three or four inches wide.

“Yeah, stretch that fucking whore,” Destiny said, letting it play as her spare hand cupped a breast through her top. She really was too horny to think straight, otherwise she’d have removed it earlier. As it was, she didn’t care to waste time and simply shoved it up over her tits. She wasn’t part of the blessed D-cups that she watched, however pert B cups sufficed as the nipples added their pleasure to the mix. That said, neither hers nor the girls on screen were enough in that department. Not for her.

“Time for a switch,” Destiny groaned and forced her hand back to the mouse, scouring through her bookmarks to find the biggest, fake tits online. She licked her lips, wishing she could suckle on the woefully tiny nipples at the centre of two moons that covered most of the woman’s torso. What would Hazel look like with such things?

That one thought launched her into a slew of fantasies. She opened more videos and pinned them to the screen, gaze flickering between them all. One was of the same girls from earlier, two more had natural and fake breasts of uncommon size on display, another had a delicious bubble butt devouring toy after toy. Only one video in all her life featured them all, but it was grainy, like something pulled from the fifties and only gave her an impression of what she craved. It sufficed to fuel her fire as she jammed the vibrator harder and deeper.

Then she remembered her phone. It stared up at the ceiling, still open on the app, cameras unable to watch her, only listen to the depraved moans and squelching as her juices flowed.

“Why not?” Destiny shrugged and, videos still playing, inspected her device. Her thumb almost seemed pulled toward the breasts slider. The model of Hazel responded instantly, not even stuttering as its tits bellowed out. In mere seconds, she had a perfect recreation of a Hazel whose breasts leapt from mere A-cups, to obscene levels. Too much, Destiny thought and pulled it back until she was no bigger than J-cups. The slider didn’t tell her such information, however she’d looked at boobs enough in her college years to know.

It wasn’t right though. Much too top heavy, especially since Hazel didn’t really have curves to speak of. Destiny fixed it with a simple slip of her thumb, endowing her dainty roommate with deluxe hips that supported an ass that would ricochet bullets. But she couldn’t be done yet. More sliders beckoned to her even as she pushed her rabbit vibe against her sweet spot, rubbing hard against her walls and clit. She wouldn’t cum yet.

Not until she got to see this tiny Hazel morphed into a wet dream made real. Much as the outright fake look enticed her, the nipples needed to be bigger and their shape was too round. After some quick fiddling, they were closer to her desired state, though if she were thinking clearer there were plenty of smaller changes to be made. Round, but not spherical, and capped by teats big enough to tent shirts several sizes up. Near perfect.

Destiny propped it up under her monitor and took it all in. Using the new visual of Hazel, she easily imprinted the girl’s features over the others in her mind, groping herself harder, fingers pinching the nipples until they screamed for relief, then doing it again just seconds later. Moans rumbled in her chest, an echo of the vibrations in her pussy. Her lower lips clenched around the toy as all weight seemed to evaporate, like she floated on a raft at sea, carried on tides of extraordinary bliss.

Then the wave struck that pulled her under and had her screaming into a hand. Her hips bucked as pleasure rolled throughout, milking the fake cock for all it was worth and pooling her own juices below. Her nipples throbbed in time with her pussy’s convulsions. She was fortunate to have slumped further in her depravity, crotch hanging over the end of her chair. Destiny switched off her toy and let it fall out, cooing softly as she caressed her sensitive snatch.

“Oh, that was good. Hope you got a good show too, you fucking pervert.” Much as she tried infusing every ounce of venom into her voice, she still rode the high of an orgasm. She closed her various windows, enjoying a final image of the girls showing off their gaped cunts, and tugged her pants back on. Whatever reason the app worked the way it did, she couldn’t deny having a model of Hazel to manipulate as she wished was intoxicating. Maybe enough that she didn’t mind losing all that data on her phone.

For now, though, her mind was sluggish after the orgasm and her body craved water. As she prepared to stand up, a message beeped at her; set as default?

“I guess so. Not like I’m gonna keep it long anyway,” Destiny reasoned. She hit ‘yes’ and left for a tall glass of water. Hazel was still on the couch, watching something else that barely registered.

“Hey, Destiny? Mind giving me a hand?”

“Hmm? Sure, what’s up?” Destiny still retrieved her water, guzzling it as if the liquid would quench her deep seated thirst for her roommate.

“I think I had a brain fart or something and forgot to get dressed. Could you grab me some of my clothes? It’s getting kind of cold, but I’m also super comfy right here,” Hazel said.

“What?” She definitely had clothes on earlier. Destiny finally looked at her, having been leaning on the counter and refilling her glass. There, on the couch, was not the Hazel she remembered. Or it was. Just not the one she saw when she last ventured from her room. This was the Hazel her phone had shown her. Not only that, but she was surrounded scraps of cloth.

The glass of water slipped from her fingers and shattered on the tiled floor, but it was no more than a thud in her ears as Hazel leapt up, jiggling all over.

“Ho…ly…fuck…”

Chapter 3

Daily quests were done. Destiny checked her total points, just shy of a hundred, a little more and she’d dump them on all onto Hazel. The first batch she spent on her produced mixed results, in that her friend epitomised her fantasies, while also taunting her with what she longed for, yet couldn’t have. Either because she came on too early, or because Hazel just wasn’t into her. Either way, she had this app and she was going to use it.

A notification popped up; one more quest to level up. She bit her lip. In the past week, she’d performed all the safe, one-time quests to amass points, but now all that remained involved outside interaction. They went in order of what it deemed hardest, with the first one being to masturbate in a public place, while at least three people were in a hundred-metre radius. She still had time before work and not many people would be at the local park, maybe it was worthwhile.

After all, she only needed the one more. The app didn’t tell her what level she needed to be, but there were other ‘character’ slots locked to her, which meant she could change herself too. For all she knew, Hazel shared some of her niche tastes and those were all she lacked.

“Fuck it,” Hazel grumbled and grabbed her coat.

The apartment building was close to a park. Not the best maintained, but well enough for families to come on weekends and hang out. A few homeless people slept there, though they cleared out in the day, either to hunt for jobs or just to keep moving. Some were still sleeping when she got there and sat on an open bench. The quest didn’t say they needed to be conscious.

With a nervous glance around, she slid a hand into her jacket. It covered her down to the hips, hopefully enough to conceal her actions in case anyone showed up. They’d think she was a complete slut if they saw her doing this. Especially Hazel. Or maybe she’d be into it and join in? Destiny pushed under her panties and brushed her clit, finding it already poking out. She couldn’t believe it, she was looking forward to this.

Everything about this was taboo in ‘cultured society’. A lone woman, in a park, touching herself all because another woman rejected her, and enjoying it no less. Destiny sucked on her lip as she pushed a finger inside herself, still wet from her earlier masturbation, though she knew some of it was fresh. Three entrances led into the park, though only one gave a clear view of her with tall hedges blocking her view of the street. Anyone could walk by and spot her and she’d be helpless to stop it.

An involuntary moan slipped out. Another finger pushed in. Her pussy welcomed it with a snug embrace, walls conformed to her phalanges, invited them deeper until the nails grazed her g-spot. Destiny opened her legs for better access. Her panties pressed against her hand as she mashed the palm into her erect clit. It was a good thing she wore her work clothes, otherwise it’d be all the more apparent. Although she might try a skirt next time.

“The fuck’s wrong with me?” Destiny groaned and added a third digit, eager to cum and leave before anyone spotted her. She looked around just to make sure no one had, then realised her mistake in choosing the park. While it was convenient and fulfilled the quest, it also was caught between several apartment buildings, many of which had windows facing her. She wouldn’t even know it if someone was watching her.

Her legs twitched and pulled together, pussy squeezing the life from her fingers. It wasn’t an orgasm, just the surface of a pool that she sank deeper into with each frantic beat of her heart. She looked to her apartment. Hazel’s room faced toward the park, which meant she could be watching. Juices flowed and urged her on.

“Watch me, Hazel,” Destiny said under her breath, fucking herself as she rocked to a primal rhythm, inebriated on her need to cum, “This is your fault. Look what you reduced me to. I’m just a filthy little slut now. I’m fucking myself in public. I’m gonna cum in public. People can see me. They probably already have. Come on and fucking cum from watching me you fucking perverts.”

The pinkie finger stretched her walls. She curled them, pressed hard against her spot, and rubbed at her clit. Her spare hand went under her jacket to a breast, pinching the rigid nipple through her t-shirt. Jolts of taboo pleasure shot to her crotch and back again to her tits, a feedback loop that pushed her deeper and deeper into orgasm until she hit the bottom. Finally, she came.

Her legs jerked up, toes curled, and she crammed her coat into her mouth to keep from crying out. She chose her thickest jacket despite the lukewarm weather, but it wasn’t the sole reason sweat gleamed on her brow and suctioned her clothes to her skin. Did she really just do that? Destiny retrieved her hand and studied the juices on it, thick and creamy. At that moment, it was the only evidence.

As her afterglow settled in, she didn’t think and licked a viscous finger clean. Tang filled her mouth, stronger than her past experiences with pussy juice, like it was seasoned by the debauched actions she took. Once her hand was clear of proof, she took a moment to calm her nerves, then got up. Her shift began in twenty minutes. Fortunately the MalWart she worked at was local, giving her enough time to grab breakfast on the way.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Destiny said as she walked. The sentence repeated over and over as she bought a bagel, even while she walked into work and greeted the others. But it might just be worth it, assuming the level up gave her a worthwhile bonus. Even if it didn’t, that was her one of her best orgasms.

“Everything alright?” Monica asked. She was the manager, which suited her given what Destiny believed she got up to off hours.

“Yeah, fine. Why?”

“You came in sweaty, and I didn’t see you leave the apartment, so I figured something was up.” Her gaze was stern, observant and piercing, yet relaxed enough to not feel like persecution.

“Really? Uh, well, nothing important.”

“If you say so.” Monica shrugged and turned away, swaying her luscious behind as she checked on others.

Destiny appreciated her other roommate’s lack of interest. Or at least her willingness to let things be revealed on someone else’s time. Sometimes Destiny considered talking with her more, but thought better of it. They were co-workers after all, best not to mix personal and business relations, especially with someone that could get her fired. A shame though, since Monica enticed her almost to the same degree as Hazel.

Once she had a break, Destiny checked the app. As promised, she had levelled up. No new slots to her frustration, however it did open up new options, including a sub-menu for personality, under which she found a sexuality slider. At that time, it was offset toward heterosexuality, with only a slight lean in the opposite direction.

She didn’t need to contemplate her actions a second further. Points sank into the slider until it read, in no uncertain terms, that Hazel was homosexual. Or would be. A pop up informed her that it’d take up to a year to fully enact, depending on the subject’s disposition toward women.

In that case, she should make it easier on Hazel. She still had eighty points to use.

(Hazel)
“Let me get that for you,” Roy said, sliding in to take her popcorn before she could even grab it.

“I can carry it myself,” Hazel said, though he wouldn’t hear it, “At least let me get the drinks.”

They were at a movie theatre. Some comic book film came out that Roy was eager to see and they had a day off just for it, though she would’ve preferred a different film. Explosions and quips only entertained her for so long, not to mention she saw the trailer, which revealed the whole plot anyway. Her boyfriend hadn’t, even going so far as to lock his social media accounts until he saw it, all to avoid spoilers. What a nerd, she thought with a grin. She liked that about him.

In the past week, he’d been extra attentive. They started working together at an accounting firm almost six years ago, about a year later they were dating, and she’d enjoyed it greatly, but he was never so quick to help out, even during the honeymoon phase. She felt like he was seeing her prodigious chest for the first time, which was nonsense since she was this size since graduating high school.

“You good?” Roy asked when they found their seats. It was a packed house, as to be expected, and she was sat next to a cute girl with her own partner. Hazel smiled when she glanced over, then blushed as the familiar look fell over her neighbour. Everyone had the same moment of ‘holy shit, she’s fucking stacked’. Some were nice about it, others took many steps too far. She fell somewhere between, gawking, but not saying anything or making unintentional groping moves.

“Yeah, bit snug, but I’ll live,” Hazel said and focused on the previews taking place. Most chairs didn’t support someone of her girth properly. Once, she didn’t pay attention and crammed herself into one that was much too small, which, like a cartoon, got stuck on her hips. Even with the wider theatre seats, she only had so much room to spare.

Trailers played out with occasional murmurs of ‘that looks good’ and ‘I can’t believe they’re remaking that again’. Roy was among them, leaning over and offering snide comments, often making her chuckle. Eventually, they were told to turn off all cell phones, which very few people did, and sit back for the main event. His hand mixed with hers. She glanced at the neighbouring girl, who was still recovering from seeing her huge chest.

Hazel settled in, then gasped as the opening credits blared at her. Everything on her body was hot, nothing would move, and she had the worst sense of deja vu, like this happened once before. No, twice before! She remembered it now, that her body wasn’t always so disproportionately endowed, and she also knew what this warmth and paralysis meant. Only her eyes moved from the screen and glanced down at her shirt.

She bought it a few days ago just to fit over her breasts. Now, all her searching went to waste as the head-sized globes journeyed to a new size. Her breaths came swift and heavy, drowned out by the movie. Roy’s attention was firmly on it, and she couldn’t take it away, even as her shirt lifted. No bra kept her under boob covered as they entered the scene, since the custom ordered set was still in the mail. A final burst wedged her top deep within them like a piece of rope wound too tightly.

Please be over, she thought and was answered by the pulsations shifting to her hips. Only a few thumps swelled her hips, though her ass bloomed even further, both now pressing into the arms of her chair. She felt a hand brush against her, though it wasn’t Roy’s, and glanced to her side. The girl was gawking now, as was her partner, yet neither seemed disturbed. Rather, they were enjoying it.

Hazel shuddered and moaned. Of course it wasn’t over, not while her dick was left out. Fortunately, it was easily hidden thanks to the spats and skirt combo, though she doubted it’d stay that way for much longer. An explosion shook the theatre, at the same time her member twitched and grew against its prison. Elastic or not, her spats weren’t designed to contain so much meat. If she stayed flaccid, they might survive.

“Oh no,” Hazel whispered. She was being watched, her uncontrollable, shameful growth ingrained in the eyes of total strangers, who seemed more and more infatuated with her by the second. And she with them. The girl had plump, pouting lips that wouldn’t leave Hazel’s consciousness for a second, especially as her shaft filled out with blood and new length. On top of being watched, she woke up late that morning and didn’t have time to masturbate before meeting Roy.

“Help,” Hazel mouthed, knowing her voice wouldn’t carry even with the movie playing.

The couple looked at one another, grinned, then both pulled up their shirts. The partner, who she now saw was a tomboy, even reached around to grope her girlfriend. Hazel wanted them to stop, though her lips and eyes wouldn’t move. Only her hand did as it snuck under her skirt and rubbed at her length through her elastic shorts.

Blood pumped harder and soon her prick stretched past the leg hole into the open. The foreskin caught on her clothes and peeled back, the naked glans touched her skin, forcing her to clench as she hissed in pleasure. Guided by her shorts, it pointed straight at her knees, so long it pushed beyond them. Pre-cum dribbled from the tip as the theatre erupted in cheers.

“Did you see that?” Roy exclaimed, eyes still firmly on the screen. At least it was dark enough that he wouldn’t notice at a glance. Memories rewritten or not, she doubted he’d appreciate seeing his girlfriend packing over twice the cock he did, the thought of which only made hers harder. She stroked along the bare length now, one hand lingering behind to massage her heavy balls. Beyond them, she felt her pussy moistening.

“Yeah, I saw,” Hazel said, unheard to her relief, since her voice was reduced to husky moans while she fondled her testicles and rubbed them into her snatch. Each time her clit poked into them, shivers coursed up her spine, though she maintained her posture.

“Hey, give her a hand, she needs it,” one of the neighbours said. A second later and Hazel’s strained top was yanked up, her tits fell with a gentle clap against her belly. Her back was straight, yet they grazed her lap. If not for her spats containing the monster, she’d be tit-fucking herself already. The neighbour didn’t stop there and a hand sank deep into her breast.

It was the cute girl, whose chest was still on display. While not small, probably a C, she came off as puny next to Hazel. No jealousy clouded her features, instead she was infatuated as she rolled the massive globe in her hand, kneading it like a ball of dough. Then her fingers pulled back to pinch the chunky nipple. Hazel bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud.

Thank god he wanted to see this type of movie, she thought. The action hadn’t slowed for even a second, which made for the perfect cover as she masturbated to her willing molestation. In any other situation, she’d have made a scene. After all, she was being sexually harassed by two women and, on a lesser note, she was straight. Or she should be. The two girls, now toying with each as if knowing she couldn’t look away, enticed her far more than Roy. She’d try and alleviate the guilt later, maybe with a blowjob or something.

He couldn’t be allowed to see her naked body after all. What would that do to a man? She contemplated the possible consequences and stroked her prick harder, thinking of the potential fight that’d ensue, along with the inevitable need for a rebound fuck. Her mind naturally inserted her two neighbours into that role, but she didn’t even know them. It should be someone more familiar to her.

Like Destiny.

Hazel squeezed her cock at the thought. Fresh pre trailed down her leg, but the next burst was caught on her fingers and rubbed into her turgid length. The length lubricated, she rubbed faster, gentle pants vanished into the surround sound explosions and yelling, while a helpful stranger groped her tit. All throughout, even as the pleasure rose and twinges of orgasm ripped in her sexes, Destiny was in her thoughts. She looked so good last week and Hazel turned her away.

What an idiot. She was sure her roommate was gay, but surely she’d make an exception for a cock like hers, or just think of it like a big, fleshy strap-on with built-in cum pumps. Even if she didn’t, just being girls together would be nice. She licked her lips, wondering what pussy tasted like for the first time. Roy told her once that it was kind of spicy, or like a tang, more an acquired taste, but she liked the idea more and more. If things didn’t pan out with him, then she might turn her attention elsewhere.

“Is she about to cum?” One of the neighbours asked.

“I think so. She’s going pretty fast.”

“I am,” Hazel whispered. Whatever power held broke around the hips as she thrust into her stroking hand. Moans vibrated in her chest, deep enough to resonate in her sexes. She ground her pussy into her sack, which grew taut, pulling right against her lips, as more pre-cum burst out and onto her hand. Most still poured down her leg, she felt it soaking through her sock and into her shoe. Good thing too, otherwise there’d be a puddle of evidence.

On screen, she saw the masked main character pull their love interest in and kissed. It was two women, a triumph for mainstream media, but all she could focus on was pasting her own image on the initiator and rubbing faster. Cheers exploded in response, people jumped up, including Roy, loud enough for vibrations to pass through the floor into her seat. Hazel took the chance to moan loudly and jerked into her hand once more as jizz erupted. It splashed against the chair in front, but its occupant was on their feet and didn’t notice.

Only herself and the two girls were aware of it as she painted the furniture white. Gush after gush, it never seemed to end. When one rope weakened, she had hope, however the next doubled its efforts instead. The cheers were winding down, her window for ecstasy closing fast. Her assistants were quick to help as Roy took his seat. They pulled her shirt back down to hide her juicy nipples, one swollen from its treatment, while she did the only option available and yanked her skirt down.

It barely reached her knees while standing. She forced it over her cock and caught all the following bursts of cum. What didn’t soak in splashed back onto her seat, following the slope under her ass. It was disgusting, yet her dick flexed harder in its final spurts. What a fucking pervert, Hazel chastised herself, but at least it was over. Her member twitched and oozed the last of its climax.

“That was so worth the wait,” Roy said, bringing her attention back to the screen. It was over? But she’d only just cum. She must’ve lost track of time, which meant her cock wasn’t soft yet, and he’d see it. Worse, everyone would see the stains on her skirt. Soon the lights above would come on and her mess would be revealed.

“I need the bathroom,” Hazel said and didn’t wait for a response. She kept her rear to him as she shuffled past his legs, though it rubbed her sensitive prick against the seats in front. Just as she stepped into the aisle, the lights came back on. Oh no...

Then her worries were over. This wasn’t anything unusual for her, she just didn’t think things through clearly enough. Of course this would happen with a big loud movie, in a dark theatre, and a pair of hot girls next to her. It was Roy’s fault to begin with.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Roy said in a hushed tone as they exited the complex. She spotted the two girls in the crowd as they waved at her.

“What did you expect? You know how she gets,” Hazel said in the car, referring to her egregiously big member.

“I thought you said it’d be fine for a couple hours.”

“Yeah, that was before we sat down and I was right next to a hot chick. Really, it’s your fault for not taking that seat. Then I would’ve only been bored instead of horny.”

“Aren’t you… you know? Dealing with it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, didn’t we talk about getting it removed.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Hazel said and clamped her legs together. Sure, it gave her more than a lifetime’s trouble from the second puberty kicked in, however everything else about her wasn’t much better, and she wasn’t about to remove something from her body just because her boyfriend didn’t like it, “Even if I did get rid of her, then you’d better be ready to give something up in exchange.”

“Like what?” Roy frowned.

“Oh, I don’t know, these huge knockers that constantly make my back hurt.”

“But they’re…”

“Hot? I know, right? Guess because we both find them hot they’ve gotta stay on my body and bother me for the rest of my life, right? Heaven forbid the one part of me you don’t like ruin the fun.”

“I’m sorry, alright? It’s just…”

Hazel thinned her eyes. She didn’t want to hurt him, but then he shouldn’t have brought her dick into things when he knew exactly what could happen.

“Are you fucking jealous of her? I get it, she’s a fucking behemoth. It’s like comparing that purple guy to cricket man or something.”

“Thanos and Ant-Man,” he corrected, not looking at her. Shame dyed his cheeks red.

“So you agree,” Hazel said. He didn’t reply, only kept driving until they were outside her apartment building. He lived a few blocks away, so it was convenient, though she wasn’t sure how she felt about the fact at that moment. Maybe after some time away, she’d feel better.

“See you tomorrow,” Roy said and pulled away.

Hazel retreated to her room. Though Destiny and Monica would be out for a while longer, she needed to relax, and couldn’t bear them seeing or hearing her. She turned on her laptop and stripped while it booted, then sat naked in her chair as she pulled up Pornhub and clicked on the first thing to catch her eye; Straplezz, then the video with the biggest toy they had. She jerked to whatever video she fancied for the next hour, enjoying her bisexuality as she basked in all that the internet had to offer.

Chapter 5

Destiny and Hazel, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G… The childish taunt played over in her mind as she took one final look at herself in the bathroom mirror. While nothing had come of it yet, the conversation from a few days ago still weighed on both their minds, as she caught Hazel openly looking at her multiple times, almost as much as she did. Her pheromones worked a treat too, if the frequent moans from Hazel’s room were about her.

That didn’t mean she could relax. Chemical attraction or not, even with their history, Hazel could get anyone, of that Destiny was certain. The internet was rife with women that’d kill for a night with a futa, or a dick at least a foot long. The thing was easily a fifth of her total height.

For that purpose, Destiny would attain a slot for herself and make sure she always had the upper hand. Though she’d be lying if she claimed it wasn’t partly for her own vane desires too. Since finding the app, she looked for and stumbled upon so much obscene erotica, images and stories that featured breasts even bigger than Hazel’s. Truth be told, she wanted to experience them for herself, and maybe boost her ass in the meantime. Other little touch ups would be appreciated of course.

That’s why she was dressed in a pair of booty shorts. Her ass wasn’t anything special on her body, though it still captured a few eyes. In the high-cut shorts, however, it became a beacon for attention with her cheeks showing past the bottom. Below them, she wore a pair of high heels and thigh high fishnets. Combined with her shoulder bag and her top it completed the look.

It could barely be called a top. What was it even covering? She thought and snapped a pic on her new, second-hand phone, since her first had no storage thanks to the app. This might be the only time she wore something so unabashedly slutty. The shirt was also fishnet, covering her arms and torso in large hexagons that didn’t even hide her nipples, but at least framed her boobs well. She couldn’t hide them anyway, since the quest wanted them out.

She checked the app again, making sure this was worth it. Among the many one-time quests she had yet to finish, this was the quickest and most rewarding. Probably not enough to get her another slot, based on how stingy the game had been thus far, but it’d get her close. Her thoughts naturally drifted to the future and how hot it’d be when she had huge curves and Hazel was fucking her.

“Head in the game,” Destiny snapped at her reflection. She’d overworked her makeup, doing her best to appear like some random whore and avoid any recognition. People would record her. Fortunately, her current outfit was either bought just for this, or buried under so much more comfortable clothes. Monica or Hazel wouldn’t suspect her even upon seeing a video.

She bit her lip at the thought of Hazel finding one. Whether or not she recognised her didn’t matter, just knowing that her crush would see her being such a shameless slut pushed her nipples further through the netting. All that separated her from being seen was a piece of wood.

“Be proud, you’re hot,” Destiny said and puffed her chest out. The top still pushed her boobs together, creating a convenient hold for her main phone. She arched her hips like some bimbos would. It forced her to walk with an exaggerated sway, the kind that stole looks from girlfriends, and made it even harder to recognise her. One final check to make sure everything was in place, and satisfied the quest conditions, Destiny finally left her sanctuary.

People milled about in the usual malaise of shopping. Some waddled from the heavy bags at their sides, others made crazed dashes toward a closing down sale, and the rest took note of Destiny. It took a second for the rest to see. Once they did, however, their eyes were locked onto her. She took a deep breath and nonchalantly checked her phone; the quest had begun.

All she had to do was walk around for five minutes and grope herself every thirty seconds. A timer appeared and, once she took her first step, began its countdown. She felt every step like it was in slow motion, from the slight rub of her shorts against her pussy and thighs, to the subtle reverb when her heel clicked against the polished granite. More importantly, her hand on her tit stuck out like a freak bolt of lightning in the night.

Destiny kept her face stoic even as her heels clicked past a group of girls. All were the stereotypical college type, peppy and good looking, enough that she squeezed her breast tighter upon seeing them. They stared back at her, one licked her lips, then the fact this was a one-in-a-thousand experience struck and phones were whipped out. Other shoppers did the same.

Still she walked on. Her shorts couldn’t be worse for walking, as they rode up and sank between her pert cheeks, revealing her lack of panties. Whistles rang out when it was noticed. Destiny stopped groping herself; over four minutes left. Cameras were trained on her from all angles. People saw her brazen outfit in all its glory and, in spite of her embarrassment, she was wet.

Someone even followed behind her, hunched over and arm outstretched. Did they think she was just a slut looking for a thrill? And that meant it was okay to film her like some animal? Destiny ground her teeth. She felt like an exhibit, less than human, just an experience for these people to show and brag about to more, yet it turned her on. She groped herself again, nipple harder than thirty seconds ago. A shiver passed through her crotch.

Maybe if she got the chance, she’d make these people pay somehow. For now, however, she had a simple role to play; a slut that got off on being exposed in public. Families averted their eyes, except the more faithless husbands, and some wives to her amusement. Fortunately, most schools were still in session, so the crowds were comprised mainly of adults or college students. One of the latter of which had taken to walking with her on the other side.

They caught her eye and grinned, then made a beeline to walk beside. Destiny didn’t stop, already a couple minutes into her endeavour. If she stopped now, another attempt would be far trickier. And, truth be told, she didn’t want it to end yet. The fact a pretty, college girl was brazen enough to walk up to her and flat out gawk, did more for her than she ever expected. Destiny bit her lip and squeezed a breast.

“So, what’re you up to?” The girl asked, flicking glossy blonde locks from her face. Her chest had a decent bounce to it as she walked, though not quite the jiggle Destiny had. Were they implants?

“Oh, you know,” Destiny glanced about, knowing so many cameras were on them, some in earshot, “Just going for a walk.”

“Dressed like that? Sure you aren’t looking for more?” Thanks to hours upon hours of porn, Destiny recognised a domme’s tone. While the girl wasn’t as confident as the professionals, she had a hunger in her eyes and voice. She must’ve been with a couple others before, since her stride was confident and she didn’t waver at all.

“I-I’m good,” Destiny said. Submission wasn’t really her thing. She liked giving and receiving equally, though maybe she just hadn’t been with the right woman, not that she was going to chance it with a stranger. Though, if her hopes weren’t set on Hazel, she might’ve taken up the offer. A vibration alerted her that she needed to grope herself. She went the extra mile and pinched a nipple.

“I see… How about I give a hand?” Even in her most cocky state of inebriation, Destiny would never have tried what the girl did, as she laid an open-hand smack on her half-exposed ass. She stumbled, but righted herself and kept moving, “Or maybe another?” The girl’s hand was back, massaging her stung flesh and digging in dangerously far.

Thanks to the situation, Destiny moaned. It really couldn’t helped, between her earlier thoughts of Hazel, the fact people were watching her walk, basically naked from the hips up, and grope herself she was a horny mess. That was her justification, however it wouldn’t hold under scrutiny. The girl could reach into her shorts at that point and she’d welcome it.

What would she find there? Destiny was aroused, undeniably so, but how far was she? She didn’t dare look down, partly in fear of seeing her shorts damp with her juices, though also to keep an eye out for security. Only a minute and thirty seconds left, then she could flee to her car, get dressed, and covertly finger herself while thinking of Hazel’s huge dick. Oh great, now that image was lodged in her mind.

The girl noticed her demeanour change and smirked. She moved her hand between Destiny’s thighs, making use of her faint gap, then pushed up. The temporary exhibitionist jerked as her shorts were pressed into her juicy cunt. It pulled her attention to her crotch, suddenly aware of just how muggy it felt inside the clothes. Her clothes adhered to her ass and sank between the cheeks.

“Wanna finish this? There’re toilets right there,” the girl said and pointed to a sign.

“N-no,” Destiny shook her head. Really, it would’ve been an instant ‘yes’ a few weeks ago before the app, however she was locked onto Hazel. Starting a relationship after a one-night stand just because she was too horny didn’t seem right.

It didn’t make it any easier of course. Each step highlighted more and more how depraved she really was, as the rubbing worsened along her pussy, not just from her blonde helper, but from her own steps. Destiny unconsciously moved her legs closer, thighs met around the girl’s hand, and pushed against her shorts. Only a select few would get off to this and she approached the cusp.

“Thirty seconds left! Get a bonus for doing something outrageous!” Her phone chimed.

“Oh,” the girl’s grin widened and she pulled her hand away, slightly damp, “I see how it is. Well? Are you gonna get that bonus?”

Destiny had no idea what the bonus could be. The app had given her pheromones in exchange for random orgasms, so it didn’t much was beyond its power. Still, she wanted to see what this ‘bonus’ was. At worst, it was just more points or experience toward her next level, and hopefully a slot. This whole situation was already insane, she didn’t know what else would heighten it…

“Fifteen seconds!”

“Fuck it,” Destiny hissed under her breath and unbuttoned her shorts, then shoved them down. Air breezed along her naked, soggy folds, which squished audibly between her legs as she walked. Stars aligned and she kicked them off without breaking her stride, flinging into the face of a awe-stricken girl with a cross around her neck. Perhaps her first experience with same-sex lust and it resulted in soggy shorts in her face. Destiny almost laughed, if the app didn’t cut in.

“Not quite!”

Not quite? Seriously? She was basically naked in the mall with juices trailing down her thigh. Swallowing her shame, an embarrassingly simple task, she groped herself with one hand and pushed the other past her lips.

“Time’s up! Bonus achieved!”

Destiny sighed and was prepared to make a break for it, when a rapid tension consumed her. She froze in place, head craned back and teeth grit, while she tried denying a whorish moan from escaping her lips. An impossible task after such a strenuous build up. Not to mention, every orgasm the app forced on her was on par with the best of her life.

“Oh fuck!” She finally groaned, loud enough for every phone in the vicinity to hear, while her inner walls trembled and clenched. A limp stream of cum ran down her thighs and soaked into her fishnet stockings. She stood in place, feet planted awkwardly to keep her upright, while the aftermath faded.

“You’re so my type, here,” the blonde girl slipped a piece of paper into her net top, “Call me if you and your current domme don’t work out.”

“She’s not my… fine, whatever,” Destiny said and took off her heels. Cops still hadn’t showed up, though she wasn’t about to try running in such things. Her feet sang her praises at that freedom, then hissed at the cold floor below. She ignored it all and hurried back to her car. Eyes still followed, but after the abrupt orgasm, most thought the show was over. One girl did catch her eye, that being the obvious religious girl with her shorts, which she now sniffed them in frenzied confusion. Destiny smiled at her, knowing the next few weeks would be tough on her.

Discovering one’s sexuality was never easy. Something that should be simple as having a proclivity toward both sexes seemed a massive leap for those held taut in others’ ideas. Of course, it was also the fear. Destiny couldn’t imagine what exactly went through that girl’s mind, only a semblance of it from her own experience. She wanted to go and talk with her, assure her that people would accept her in time, but time was not on her side.

With the show over, some ‘kind-hearted’ guy decided now was the time to alert security. Destiny sprinted from the scene of her lurid crime, leaving only a small pool of her juices to be cleaned up. To her relief, some people cheered her on and even meandered into the mall cop’s path, allowing her a clean opening to her car. Once there, she pulled on a proper shirt and some backup pants, then sped away.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Destiny gasped once she was parked back at home. The adrenaline hadn’t dwindled the whole drive over, but now it crashed as her high strung muscles loosened, leaving her as nothing but a pool of jelly in her vehicle. Without fear to distract from it, her pussy throbbed between her legs, hot and wet from the orgasm and residual thrill.

“Never doing that again,” she groaned into her wheel and took deep breaths. Better check the app, she thought and brought out her phone. A congratulations screen greeted her, then transitioned to a chest for her to click on. It opened to reveal a dildo. She barked in laughter at the relatively plain bonus.

“What, not gonna give me a dragon dick for my outrageousness?” The dildo filled her screen and, as she looked it over, found the render incredibly realistic. If the actual toy was like that, she could almost believe it was a proper cock, and a familiar one at that… where had she seen it? Then it clicked, “Wait, that’s Hazel’s dick!”

She brought up her roommate’s avatar and looked between the pictures. It really was! Every little detail was recreated, from the most unassuming vein, to the fat balls at its base. She clicked an ellipses on the dildo, finding a set of stats. The character creator was thorough, however it didn’t offer a proper stat screen, only let her enjoy the sheer majesty of her friend. Now she had a full idea just how big she’d made Hazel.

Thirteen whole inches of length, along with three inches in diameter. Few men on earth even compared, not many animals did either, less so as she looked over the testicles; also three inches wide. A quick Google search and she found that made them a bit larger than baseballs. A feasible twitch echoed from her pussy up her spine at the information.

But was it really enough? Yes, she didn’t have any real love for dick, but if she was going to be with one, then why settle for something mostly grounded in reality. Besides, thirteen was an unlucky number. Better off making it fifteen, nice and round, just overall pleasing. Destiny licked her lips as she dumped some more points, not many but enough to add a couple inches, into her romantic interest.

To her surprise, the dildo also grew. Was it meant to be an exact recreation at any given time?

“I guess I can wait a bit longer for her with this thing,” Destiny said, “When’s it gonna show up anyway?”

She mulled over the possibility of it dropping from the sky as she returned to her apartment. A wad of cleaning wipes were in hand, many already dirty from removing her over-abundance of makeup. With the extra reward, her little humiliation and undoubted internet fame, albeit with her identity unknown, was more than worthwhile. Even her continued dampness couldn’t upset her current mood.

The door was open when she returned. Hazel sat on the couch, knees against her stunning chest, TV on, but clearly not the focus of her mind. Her face was set in stone, though it only made it easier to see the gears turning in her head and the worry in her reddened eyes. Something happened. Destiny checked herself, making sure her arousal and fishnet top didn’t show, then sat beside her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Roy and I broke up,” Hazel said flatly.

“Oh shit. Sorry,” Destiny said and meant it, despite her glee at knowing she was single, “How’re you holding up?”

“Not bad, I guess,” Hazel shrugged, “I sort of initiated the whole thing. Every time we saw each other, he kept looking at my crotch like it was a cobra or something. I called him out on it of course, but that just brought up the whole ‘are you getting rid of it’ thing. Like it suddenly was too much for him. We’ve banged for fuck’s sake.”

“Like last night. I was at his place, we were getting into it. I got hard, like, obviously that’d happen, and he freaked out when it touched him. Honestly, I don’t mind if he doesn’t wanna touch it or something, but he went into this whole rant about it. And me.”

Her voice and eyes dropped. She pulled her knees in tighter, like a security blanket.

“He called me a freak,” Hazel said, though it was clear he’d gone much further than that, “I left after that. He called me this morning, trying to apologise, saying I was still hot and he could deal with my thing. Deal with it? The thing is bigger than my fucking arm. So I told him, either treat it like he does the rest of me, or that’s it. He said he would. He came over. He pulled it out and… I don’t know, he just flipped.”

Destiny didn’t know what to say. Breakups weren’t her speciality, most relationships only lasted a few months for her, the few that went longer were already casual and didn’t mean much when it ended. Lacking words, she wrapped an arm around her friend and pulled her in. No ulterior motive. She just wanted to comfort her.

“I shot back,” Hazel said, leaning into her, “Called him a ‘tiny-dicked loser that was scared of a real cock’. I mean, I’m fifteen inches, it’s not exactly a fair comparison, but it did the trick. We got into a fight. I actually cock-slapped him a few times.”

“What?” Destiny couldn’t hold in a chuckle, “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh.”

“No, no, it’s cool. You should’ve seen his face. Anyway, after that, he said we were through. I agreed. Honestly, I’m kind of glad it’s over. Now I can find someone that can accept me. All of me.”

“They’ll be the luckiest fucker on earth,” Destiny said.

“Thanks,” Hazel grinned up at her and leaned into her chest more, “It’s just so weird though. We’ve been going out for ages, I thought he was cool with it.”

“He was probably ignoring it for everything else. Can’t blame him. You’re a great person.”

“Thought you were gonna mention my boobs.”

“They’re awesome too, but you’re what makes them great. If I wanted big titties, I’d hang around some plastic surgeon’s office,” Destiny said.

“God, I can’t imagine having implants. Unless they’re lighter than the real thing?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Then fuck ‘em. These are heavy enough as is,” Hazel rolled her shoulders with a groan, “At least now I’ll have more free time to go to the gym. My back’s killing me lately.”

“Is it that tough?” Destiny asked. Her own chest was large, but not beyond what most people considered the sweet spot, and while they weighed on her times, she could handle it well enough with the right bra.

“Well, and I’m not flirting or anything, but just feel one,” Hazel sat up and lifted a breast. Destiny gulped and held out a hand, then grunted as the boob dropped into her palm, “See?”

“Yeah, fuck that’s heavy.”

“It gets worse down below. Feels like I’m lugging around a log sometimes,” Hazel didn’t move.

“Um, I could always hold the other one if that helps?”

“That’s probably not… nah, fuck it. Here.” Much as she wanted to, she didn’t squeeze. Destiny had a job at that moment, to be supportive both emotionally and physically. It didn’t stop her from savouring the heat and squish that devoured her hands.

“Guess it’s worse for you, being so small.”

“Call me small again and these things will smother you,” Hazel warned with a smile, “Not gonna lie, it sucks. I’ve thought about reductions, but it just seems so… mean to myself, I guess? Like, they’re a pain, but my boobs are hot. And my dick is probably the biggest in human history, so I’m kinda proud of it, you know?”

“Yeah. Well, I mean, if you’d like I can help you out.”

“How so?” Hazel arched a brow, almost expectant.

“Well, uh, like going shopping with you, or doing the cooking and cleaning so you aren’t on your feet all the time. Maybe… this too?” Destiny nodded to her current position as her roommate’s personal bra.

“You know, much as it annoys me, I’d like that. Makes me feel all pampered like a prince or princess.”

“I’ve, um, got stuff to do, so I’ll see you later.”

“See you… slave.” Hazel said it jokingly, even giggled afterwards and enthused that she was kidding, but it reverberated in Destiny’s head. She had basically offered to be her roommate’s servant.

In her room, she found a plain brown box on her bed and inside was the dildo of her dreams. Fifteen whole inches for her pussy, each millimetre shaped flawlessly after Hazel’s own member. It came with lube, though she left it alone for a moment as she studied the rubber tool, then licked at the purple tip. Maybe one day, she’d serve Hazel in this way too?

Chapter 7

How could she be so stupid? Agreeing to that quest was pure folly on her part, an outright act of impatience to do something that would come eventually. Now she didn’t know what to do. Monica hadn’t spoken to her outside of work, even then it was so awkward that Destiny tuned it out, resulting in more failures toward the quest. It didn’t matter how many customers came up to her and asked for assistance, she was sure it was a failure.

Worst of all, she became too preoccupied to even pay attention to Hazel. This whole thing was for her sake and while she stood by the decision to give her crush a companion in abnormality, it had gone completely awry. Now that left her in bed, watching the countdown tick away toward whatever punishment the app chose for her. Maybe she’d turn into a newt then get better? At least that way she could quote Monty Python and the Holy Grail and be truthful about it.

Like that would happen. Thirty seconds to go, Destiny just dropped the device and curled up tighter, as if she could safeguard herself from whatever magic that had turned her life on its head. Even without the screen, she kept count in her head. Maybe anticipating the worst, she took the last fifteen seconds to appreciate the smallest parts of herself. Like her fingers that had diligently gotten her off more times than she could count.

Five seconds…

“Please, just don’t make me leave Hazel before I can fix things,” Destiny whispered and clenched her eyes shut as the final second trickled by.

Naturally, she expected something akin to fire and brimstone to bubble up throughout her veins. At the very least, she was sure it’d make her grow a cock twice her size, since her giving Hazel one had caused more than a little strife for her. Yet nothing happened.

All she felt was the soft weight of her duvet and the tension of all her muscles. No, surely something had changed. Destiny rose from her bed and set her spare phone up, her portrait in full view. Nothing. Maybe her pyjamas hid it? She tossed both her shirt and pants aside to take in her naked self, from the supple D cups to her similarly soft gut, all the way down past her pleasant hips toward her feet. All ten fingers and toes, two boobs, two nipples, one vagina and anus. Everything was normal.

Part of her perked up with the hope she’d somehow avoided failure. She checked the app, excited to finally, she hoped, find another slot that she could give to herself - and turn her own body into something Hazel would adore - only for her heart to sink straight to hell; she failed. But it wasn’t a punishment for her, no. On the screen was Hazel’s name and a single line of information below.

“Double the burden,” Destiny read aloud. Oh no, did that mean it would make her twice as big? Guilt briefly warred with her lust when she imagined her crush with boobs the size of beachballs, until the latter dominated. She’d just fucked Hazel’s life up even more. What kind of miserable excuse for a friend, let alone a potential lover, did that?

Her other phone showed her exactly who; Destiny Jones. Now wasn’t the time to wallow in self-loathing, she had to check on Hazel. If she really doubled in size, then movement would be so hard for her, meaning Destiny needed to be with her. She flung open the door of her room and rushed out, only to freeze when she spotted Hazel’s hair in the kitchen. So she could move, that was a relief. However, that sensation didn’t last long.

Reality often disappointed her. Things just couldn’t be like a game, she couldn’t stroll down a street and see a dragon fly overhead, or hear the gallop of a sexy centaur play hunting its mate, yet she feared she’d taken that normalcy for granted as Hazel turned to talk to another Hazel.

“No, I told you we need to cut back on the sugar,” one Hazel said.

“But today sucked! Come on, we need something to pick us up,” the other responded.

Destiny blinked and rubbed at her eyes in a cliché hope it’d clear whatever delirious dream she’d wandered into. While the dual Hazels remained, she did re-evaluate just what she saw. There weren’t two of her crush, not exactly, instead it was two identical heads on one, slightly larger torso. All that differentiated them was the change in parting, with the left keepings hers in that same direction and vice versa. Maybe if she spent longer looking at them, she’d notice other differences, but at a glance it really was impossible to tell them apart.

Though she doubted anyone would spend long looking at either head when the rest of Hazel’s body was, for lack of a better description, fucking insane. ‘Double the burden’ had gone above and beyond. Two tiers of breasts hung from her chest, each teardrop a sensuous behemoth, larger than a beach ball. From what Destiny could see, the nipples hadn’t duplicated on each, though her gaze quickly swiped to the four arms moving around the kitchen counter. She honestly thought she might’ve eaten something heavily dosed with drugs based on that visage alone.

At least the ass was the same. Huge? No. Positively enormous? God yes. It looked to stretch a good three or four feet back from Hazel’s pelvis. Destiny frowned, no it was closer than that, given where her legs stood. But that didn’t make sense. It looked much too close.

Then she got her answer as Hazel turned slightly to reach a cupboard. Not only her arms, boobs, and head, but her legs, torso, and hips had multiplied. Destiny thought back to the game from what felt like a century ago, wherein a giant centaur-bodied human rampaged. Now, while not titanic, Hazel had become just that. Her cock had naturally doubled as well, in size and number.

Unlike the rest of her, however, they were situated at both ‘standard’ points. One hung up front, gigantic despite its flaccid state with a matching set of balls, while another oddly remained close to her secondary torso. Ruled by curiosity, Destiny moved closer and crouched down to get a better look, finding that it’d grown a sheath of sorts that fused with Hazel’s skin to keep it aloft. Probably to avoid it dragging along anything on the ground.

Getting that much closer also put into perspective just how huge her ass was. Since it couldn’t necessarily be cloned like the other parts, it instead channelled all that into raw size. Just looking at it had Destiny panting for air, like she was already pinned underneath eating out her roommate’s asshole. Obscured, but not completely hidden, she found a juicy pussy peeking out.

Destiny felt at her own and found her naked lips drenched in want. Oh fuck, she was still naked too. Although, so was Hazel, but that might’ve had more to do with the scraps lying around the couch area. What must it have looked like when she grew into her new form? Fuck, what the fuck was she thinking about? This wasn’t any time to fantasise over Hazel’s impossibly sexy body.

It was one thing to make her crush a shortstack of the highest calibre with a cock pornstars would tremble before. She’d gone far beyond that. Did Hazel even have a normal life? A job, social life, hobbies? With the reality warping, she could’ve been held captive in a lab for most of her life. Hell, maybe things had changed so Destiny was like her handler out in the ‘wild’. She couldn’t rule anything out when bullshit magic was involved.

“Oh, hey.”

Destiny shot upright, briefly forgetting her nudity as her breasts jiggled back into place, “Hi!”

“Glad you’re here,” the left Hazel said, casting a critical eye over her body, “She’s been bitching about not seeing you all day.”

“Was not! I just wanted to make you’re alright, Destiny. You’ve been acting kind of… off.”

“What? Me? No! Just, uh, had a bad stomach is all.” She was getting too wet just talking with them. It didn’t help when the Hazel-taur turned around and all her magnificence came into view. A pair of hands held a plate, while the others kept her breasts in place, each mound jiggling like jelly in an earthquake with the lightest step. Destiny stiffened in restraint, lest she jump at them and never came back.

“Okay, that’s good. Wanna watch something?” Right-Hazel asked and climbed onto the couch, stretching her lower-half out like a dog, with her upper-torso propped on the arm. It didn’t leave any room for Destiny though, “Well?”

“There’s no where for me to sit.”

Left-Hazel just rolled her eyes, “Just sit between our legs like normal. You’re sure you feel alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, fine. Totally fine. I’ll, uh, squeeze in here.”

The couch was deep to her relief, allowing her to fully sit down even with Hazel’s second-belly against her back. Not that it’d be the biggest problem of the situation, that honour went to the dormant cock mere inches away from her left arm. Glancing to her right, she saw the other member draped over a leg, which curled up to rest over Destiny’s bare thigh. It’d be so easy to reach out just a little bit and grab them both.

“Anything catch your eye?” Right-Hazel inquired as she idly scrolled through their streaming services. The left head was busy eating their sandwich, which left one hand unoccupied. Or it would’ve been, if she wasn’t busy groping a breast.

“Y-yeah.”

“Oh? What show is it?”

“Uh, um, new season of South Park started.”

“Really?” Left-Hazel groaned.

“Sure.”

So they watched. Destiny had no clue what was happening, but that wasn’t the shows fault, it could’ve been just about anything, even the most bombastic Michael Bay crap, and her attention would never stray from a seemingly captivated Hazel. In the eyes of the public, she was probably labelled a freak, bullied throughout her life. She really had to make it right somehow.

“I hate to admit it, but you were right,” Left-Hazel said after finishing the sandwich.

“Told you. Sugar makes everything better.”

“Not everything,” Destiny said, unconsciously reaching over to feel the sheathed cock. It pulsed at her touch.

“She’s right. We’re overdue.”

“Finally,” Right-Hazel groaned and shifted her secondary hips toward Destiny, who finally realised what she’d been doing, snapping her hand away, “Why’d you stop?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you gonna relieve us?” Right-Hazel pouted, “We didn’t do it yesterday and you know we can only do so much on our own.”

Left-Hazel nodded, “She’s right. God, our balls feel like they’re filled with lead.”

“Is it… painful?”

“Hmm, not really. Just super heavy,” Right-Hazel answered, “But that’s fine, because you’re gonna empty them for us.”

There was no room to refuse her. In whatever history the app created around this extremely altered Hazel, it involved Destiny services her so often it was just a foregone conclusion that when they needed relief she would act accordingly. Not that she planned on denying them anyway. It was her fault that she ended up this way, with a body so overwhelmingly sexual that Destiny didn’t even know where to begin. Well, there were two increasingly obvious places that preened for her attention.

A pair of cocks swelled in unison from the left and right. One’s skin stretched tight around its girth, the flesh drawing back to reveal a fat, purple head just begging for a kiss. The other appeared already hard, its sheath opening wide for the shaft covered in thick veins that Destiny could practically feel stretching her little pussy. How far did her service to Hazel go?

She looked to the futa’s dual heads, receiving only lust from each. They were waiting for her to start. Gulping down her nerves and questions, Destiny reached out with both hands to grab Hazel’s members. A shudder ran through her, hairs raising all over, when she felt their heat. Uncountable veins throbbed against her hands and sent their heat cascading through her. She clenched her thighs together in a vain hope of hiding just how wet she was.

“Not to be rude, but can you hurry? This is just making it worse,” Right-Hazel said.

“R-right,” Destiny licked her lips and slid off the couch to the floor, where she came face to face with the rear shaft. Its double was at the front, tended to by her left hand. Coming so near to one brought a searing musk to her attention. She honestly didn’t remember the last time she got that close to a dick, though even if she did it wouldn’t compare. This was a fifteen-inch monster covered in a layer of grime from being in the sheath for days perhaps.

Suitably, it reeked of cock. Destiny leaned further in until her nose was almost touching its tip, amazed that such a strong musk could affect her so. Vague memories of visiting farms came to mind as she sniffed, of the unbridled scent of nature, however this was condensed into sex. In the corners of her vision, Destiny saw Hazel’s voluptuous thighs shifting, the futa anxious to begin.

“Here goes,” Destiny said under her breath, freezing when her breath made the prick jerk suddenly. A drop of murky liquid beaded at its peak, then broke and slid down, falling to the couch with a soft splat. She must really be close, Destiny thought and took a deep breath of that shocking aroma, then dove in.

Dicks weren’t her speciality. She’d seen plenty of porn, but that was all with professionals, of which she was not, yet she still tried. Her first attempt was surprising as her throat opened for at least six inches, before her acid reflux triggered. Luckily, she didn’t puke, though a surge of spit came up as she dragged the shaft out. She reached up to hold Hazel’s dick. When she pulled her hand away, it came with a layer of her spittle, webbing the digits together. God, was her saliva really that sticky?

No time for ruminations. Hazel gave a thrust that missed her mouth, but made it clear just how impatient the human-taur was. Another deep breath, one that echoed in her own crotch, and Destiny went back in. This time she paced herself and stopped after just a few inches, running her tongue all over the weirdly delicious organ. Its flavour matched the musk, overwhelmingly enticing. She slurped and almost gagged as the shaft flexed hard, unleashing a deluge of pre straight down her throat.

What the fuck? Destiny kept suckling, eager for more. It was salty, bitter and tart, each similar yet distinct on her tongue as another surge poured out. She stroked the ten or so inches not in her mouth, all but milking Hazel of that juice, and spreading her spit all over. Just a minute into her first time blowing a cock, she pushed further.

Wary of triggering her reflux, she took it slow. Ever since the app showed up, she half expected to adjust to all the craziness, and she had, given her reaction to Hazel’s latest transformation, yet the comparatively simple things stunned her. Like the fact her underused throat had stretched around eight inches of fat girl-dick. She’d never even stuck a finger down there and now here she was sucking dick like a pro.

Maybe not quite a pro. More of a living cock-sleeve. She was stunned into stillness, barely doing so much as breathing, which left Hazel to do all the work of pulling her dick back, then inching it down again. This continued for several pumps when Destiny finally got a grip on herself again, pouring all her energy into making up for lost time. Using what little knowledge she had of fellatio, she slurped all the way up the eight inches, then pursed her lips tight around the head as she descended once more.

“What about the other one?” Left-Hazel asked.

Oh shit, Destiny thought and remembered the second member still in her grip. It took all her higher brain functions to keep herself from gagging, leaving little else for moving her arms. Still, she had to try. Anything for Hazel.

Her attempts were far from graceful. One second, she’d have her rhythm, sliding one into her throat as she bobbed her hand down the other, and the next either her hand was motionless or she pushed too far and retched hard. The only silver lining was each failure led to more spit, which made the next dive smoother. Eventually, she found a leisurely, but consistent tempo that appeased both cocks. That didn’t mean Hazel was satisfied.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” Right-Hazel grumbled, though her tone was lightened by pleasure.

“Maybe she needs some encouragement?” Left-Hazel postulated.

“Hmm, let’s try it.”

Destiny’s throat was quickly vacated. She hacked up spit and pre, looking to her roommate in partial frustration, having just succeeded in getting another inch down her gullet, but that soon changed to confusion as four arms pulled her up.

“What’s going on now?” She asked, then squeaked when the arms flipped her around, resting the frontward cock against her face. A drop of pre leaked out and down its central vein, breaking against her nose. Destiny snorted to clear it, but more just kept coming.

“You lack energy, we’ll fix that,” Left-Hazel said. Their arms pushed her away, letting their shaft fall under gravity’s sway to line up with her lips. Destiny gulped air while she could, anticipating a brutal face fuck that’d leave her messy and breathless. Before the cock even touch her lips again, she was panting as familiar, if estranged sensations crashed over her. What she wouldn’t have given for this moment even before the app showed up.

Hazel was eating her out. Not that just, but with expertise unbefitting someone of Hazel’s status. That is to say, a virgin lesbian. Then again, she thought and opened wide for the fattest cock she ever had, or probably ever would see in her life, Hazel’s new history might’ve included a crash course on carpet munching like a pornstar. It seemed the only reasonable explanation in that moment, not that Destiny struggled to consider anything more as she succumbed to the ecstasy of giving and receiving.

Though she feared it was better for her than for Hazel. Both her love’s heads were in on the game, tag teaming her snatch with very different styles. Left-Hazel was obvious by her methodical technique, every sensitive place targeted for max effect, only going wild for brief moments. The right, on the other hand, was pure enthusiasm tempered by drips of skill. For the most part, however, Right-Hazel mashed her face into Destiny’s pussy and shoved her tongue deep, whipping it around like a crazed snake while she sucked and slurped and nibbled on everything in reach. The constant switches proved effective as Destiny raced toward an orgasmic crescendo.

She sucked dick the whole time. It wasn’t a need, but a must that she reciprocated as best she could. Destiny gagged and licked on every inch that tested her gag reflex, pursing her lips tight for the shaft to glide through. Doing so gathered swathes of her thick saliva, which oozed down her face. It got in her nose, choking her even more thoroughly and saturating her sinuses in the stench of girl-dick. Some dribbled past and forced her to clench an eye shut.

So fucking filthy, Destiny thought as she slobbered all over the phallus. Hazel, simultaneously, picked that moment to up her game. When either head was pushed aside, they peppered her thighs with kisses. What should’ve been foreplay instead added to the experience of having her pussy devoured by Hazel. Trickles of fem-cum streamed across Destiny’s stomach and broke against her bust.

God she was such a slut for Hazel. What else could she call herself anymore? She waited on her every need and now, when those needs turned sexual, she felt no apprehension in covering her face in her own spittle and choking on a cock. All for Hazel.

Destiny pushed herself further. An orgasm approached, yet it wasn’t Hazel’s, meaning she’d failed at one of the few ways she could do to make things up to her crush. With that in mind, she tried ignoring all the wonderful pleasures in her pussy and devoted herself to the girl-cock. She’d just reached ten inches, yet another five remained unacquainted with her slutty gob. Destiny took a deep breathe ripe with dick and spit, then shoved herself forward.

Tears burned her eyes and mixed with the slob dripping from her head. Nothing stopped her. She tracked the distance toward Hazel’s crotch through bleary vision, using every millimetre nearer as motivation, even as her whole torso convulsed. Moans tried making their way past her lips, but nothing got past the thick shaft. She conquered another inch, nearing a foot. Hazel seemed pleased as she upped her own fervour.

Deeper… Deeper… Deeper.

That was all Destiny thought about. Her mantra worked as twelve, then thirteen inches vanished down her gullet, wrapped tight in her flesh and slathered in drool. Despite her pace, Hazel took things into her own hands. Or a pair of them anyway. Two arms sank down, the others squeezing Destiny harder to make sure she didn’t slip away, and grabbed onto her head. For a moment, they weaved into her hair and just massaged her. Then they pushed.

Destiny couldn’t breathe. Every attempt at an exhale just resulted in bubbles from her nose and inhaling was a just a pipe dream. She gagged, more dribble escaping and coating her face, though she didn’t pay any attention to that. Her nose was mashed against wrinkly skin, which meant she’d succeeded in taking all fifteen inches. No, not yet. Hazel still needed to cum.

For that purpose, the willing cocksleeve pushed against her love to extract half the dick. She tried for more, however Hazel slammed her back down, cramming it all inside once more. That became their dance, a tango with a silent tempo that quickened with every heartbeat. Hazel slurped and guzzled pussy juice, yet her sounds were blanketed by Destiny retching as she repeatedly forced her mouth down to the base. Hazel’s scrotum felt more and more swollen each time her forehead impacted it.

Then, finally, a powerful moan vibrated into her folds. Destiny’s head was shoved down, held in place by a quivering Hazel, whose every other breath was a moan. Her tongue thrashed about inside the pussy, the heads indistinguishable in their intensity, and she thrust against Destiny in a blind craving for release. Both whined in harmony as their orgasms struck.

Nothing prepared Destiny for the ensuing flood. The dildo had been prolific, but she’d never tried drinking it before, not that she really had that problem with the cock pulsating so close to her stomach. Its first volley filled her in an instant, yet it went overlooked when her climax struck. Already full of seed, her heavy gut felt tighter as her muscles clenched and unleashed a tide of her own. Gravity wouldn’t be ignored.

As her fem-cum poured down her rounded abdomen, Destiny gagged harder when gravity took its toll with Hazel’s seed. It oozed up her oesophagus, inching toward her mouth even as more gushed into her belly. Neither of them stopped, prolonging one another’s orgasm, neither bothered even when cum-bubbles swelled and popped from Destiny’s nose. Spit was replaced by jizz as it leaked out.

Yet she was nowhere near done. Aside from the current dick pumping her guts full of semen, the other remained forlorn, left to twitch in the cool air, covered in spit. If she had the ability, she’d gladly welcome it into her pussy. Hazel had no intention of letting her down though, holding her tight throughout their ecstasies.

“Hey? Come on, we’re not done,” Hazel said.

Destiny groaned and coughed, hacking up a thick, oddly bitter fluid. She wiped at her eyes and pulled layers of stickiness away. When she finally looked around, she was still in the apartment, but more importantly, a very hard, very insistent cock was staring straight at her lips. Clearing her throat, she found it sore and clogged with cum. Still, she had to do this.

Just opening her mouth made a sound like squishing glue. Destiny extended her tongue, a glob of jizz on it, the flavour so intense she didn’t know if she’d taste anything else ever again, and swallowed the tip. Oh god, her whole body felt so… alive.

Remnants of her orgasm tingled all over. Even her lips were erogenous against Hazel’s cock, the pumping of her love’s heartbeat echoing in her own chest and luring her closer. She cupped her heavy balls, so ripe with unspent cum, and pulled on them, desperate to feel them against her chin. Overflowing with slick, sticky semen, and stretched out from the other member, the passage was smoother. Ten inches vanished down her gullet with the rest creeping inside.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”

“Told ya she just needed a warm up.”

“You didn’t say that.”

“Well, I was thinking it.”

“Whatever, let’s just enjoy getting our dick sucked.”

Neither head talked to Destiny as she gagged on their cock. They barely thought of her as anything more than a sex toy, or a slave to their lusts, just a slut that lived with them and existed to get them off. Hazel moaned as the slut went harder, face-fucking herself on their prick until rivers of spit came up. She was already covered in her own cum and spit, so Destiny purposefully choked to make more. Anything to make it better.

“Oh fuck, she’s really going at it.”

“So wet and tight.”

“Can’t hold it.”

“Fuck it, let’s just cum!”

Destiny gave a high-pitched moan as they thrust forward and pinned her against the floor. The Hazels lowered their haunches to trap her, pushing and pulling with all their legs to grind and fuck her. She pushed her tits together to create another layer of pleasure for her love, who just kept moving with depraved purpose.That being to cum inside Destiny’s throat yet again.

It didn’t take long. In the span of mere seconds, Hazel was thrusting, then pushing down hard, balls palpitating wildly as they unleashed another flood of jizz. Every drop went straight to Destiny’s stomach, the path clear and unencumbered by gravity. For her part, the willing cum-dump rolled her hips as if the cock was pumping into her womb. She still couldn’t breathe and her belly was much too full, but she relished every second.

To the point of pulling on Hazel’s rear when the orgasm finally passed.

“Sorry, Destiny,” Left-Hazel said, “We really need a shower.”

“You were great today. Looking forward to tomorrow!” Right-Hazel called back as they walked into the bathroom. There was no chance that hadn’t been altered in some way for the futa, but Destiny wouldn’t know for a while yet. She had to get back to her room and try finding some way to reverse it.

Being so small couldn’t have been easy. Now, on top of that, she was possibly the most unique entity on the planet, or at least amongst humanity. How many times had doctors prodded her, tested on her, tried working out just why this ‘mutation’ took place? Hazel deserved normalcy, or something closer to it.

“Come on, there has to be something I can do for this,” Destiny said, scrolling through every option the app gave her. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. “Fuck! Come on, just give me something, anything! Stupid thing.” She chucked it onto her bed, careful even in her anger not to throw it at the wall, and flopped down, heedless of her messy body.

“Please. Just let me make it right.”

Chapter 9

Much as she wished Hazel’s lips were against hers instead of Monica’s, she just didn’t have the patience to wait. Every iota of her new body needed someone to touch it, the deeper the better, and in that instance Monica was the only option. Destiny put their previous altercation behind them in favour of brighter prospects, like getting a hand crammed up her snatch or those fingers sinking deep into her fecund ass. That could just barely wait as she wrapped her tongue around Monica’s while they blindly fumbled for the break room handle.

Once inside, it took a simple swing of Destiny’s hips to slam it shut. No one else was around yet, ordered out into the store proper by a swift message from Monica on the drive over, leaving the room mates alone to indulge in unfiltered passions. The short manager jumped at Destiny, forcing her onto the coffee table, creaking under their combined weight. Neither were bothered and focused on disrobing.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Monica said, rearing back to look down on Destiny’s upper body, the stars of which were the twin spheres larger than both their heads put together, sitting high and proud. Her nipples, despite the apparent implants, stretched across the peaks and up toward the leering woman. Destiny ran her hands up and down her manager’s hips, their skin a stark contrast to one another.

“Then why not come get your fill?” Destiny’s invitation didn’t go unwelcome as Monica dove in. She barely had to fold over to wrap her lips around a teat, so fat she struggled just to fit it in, but that didn’t stop her from inhaling and earning a keening moan.

Monica put her hands to work on the other breast. Pulling away, she licked all over the stout peak, then switched to the other, hips rolling to a quiet thumping in their chests. Destiny wriggled and got a leg wedged between hers, which she immediately reached down and pulled toward her, squealing when it squished against her overripe pussy. Waves of juices pooled on the table as she ground against Monica’s leg.

“So big,” Monica groaned, hands roaming all over a breast as she kissed and sucked on the nipples.

They felt incredible. Destiny hadn’t considered implants before, content with her size, however with the magic of that app she wondered what she was thinking. Every drop of saline that stretched out her flesh pushed nerve endings to the surface, pining for any touch and relaying every single sensation to her brain a thousand-fold. Not to be forgotten though, her nipples felt primed to send her over the edge any second.

It all worked in harmony to douse the poor table in her juices. A lurid splash and squelch matched her moans whenever she raised her hips in search of more pleasure, grinding the fat lips of her cunt along Monica’s leg. Nestled deep in those folds, her clit pushed out and nearly fried her senses.

“Hey, you okay?” Monica asked after Destiny froze.

“Y-yeah!” She reached up and grabbed her manager’s cheeks, “But I want more. Eat my pussy!”

Just that touch on her clit was like a thousand volts of electricity in her veins. She felt ready to jump on anyone, any thing, in that instance, but Monica was right there and more than willing to make up for her mistakes. All it took was spread legs and a firm push to get the dark skinned domme kneeling between her thighs, face overshadowed by Destiny’s massive labia, so engorged with lust they’d turned a ruddy pink colour. They darkened as Monica approached.

All it took was a single peck on her folds and Destiny was flying. She splayed her legs wide, then swung her feet around Monica’s shoulders to pull her in deeper, mashing the black woman into the gigantic pussy. Not that her friend made any fuss. All those pheromones Destiny produced were heightened with the rest of her, all but drowning Monica in chemical lust.

Destiny rolled her hips to the pounding her heart. Each facet of her roommate’s face dug into her folds, her nose the most prominent in coaxing swathes of fem-cum. She could just imagine Monica’s face, since it was impossible to see it with her curves in the way, doused in her juices and gasping for air, instead gulping down the muggy aroma and fuelling that ever present desire for more. Which they both received in droves.

Years of experience crashed through her. Monica’s tongue knew so many patterns, swirling and flicking like an artist, all to create a vision only she knew. Every slight movement pounded through Destiny. Pleasure rebounded between her erogenous zones, bouncing and gaining momentum, hurtling toward blissful release. Then Monica stopped and extracted herself.

“Why’d you STOP?” Destiny arched her back as those lips and tongue returned, except they attached to her clit. Lightning could’ve appeared between her nipples when Monica inhaled around the nub, as it was she slapped two hands onto each tit and squeezed for all she was worth. Pulling on them, pain lifted the pleasure higher. Yet she didn’t cum.

“More, more, more. Come on fuck my fat cunt!”

At her words, a single finger teased her chubby folds. It fully slid inside and she felt a closed fist against her, but nothing more. Before she could say another word, Monica unfurled her fingers and shoved forward. Holy fuck! Destiny didn’t say anything, or even scream, instead her body collapsed around the wrist and sucked hard. Inch by inch, Monica’s forearm vanished inside her, yet it wasn’t enough. Even with the sucking on her clit, she wasn’t quite there.

“More,” Destiny crowed, hands roving all over her tits and pinching her nipples at that point. She felt it, that elusive glorious release, however she still needed something more. If she was with Hazel, this wouldn’t be an issue. Those massive cocks would fill her equally massive pussy so wonderfully. She realised what she needed from Monica.

“Your other arm, push it in, now!” The suction paused, then resumed as she felt a second set of fingers slip between her lips. Hushed words of encouragement pulled them closer, as did the mighty undulations within, until Destiny finally got what she wanted. A proper filling.

Both arms slid deeper, only stopping at the elbows. From there, it became trickier, requiring her to stretch as Monica’s shoulders got in the way, not that she minded. Destiny couldn’t have fathomed such pleasure before. She felt every heartbeat against her walls like the bass at a nightclub, the vibrations only feeding back into more ecstasy. All she could assume was her thick sex was responsible.

“What are those?” Monica asked, separating in shock, then gave a wet gasp as she suddenly yanked forward. The penetrated woman had no idea what happened, only feeling greater pleasure and the clenching of her kegels.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Just go deeper!”

What neither of them knew, though Monica could feel them, was the dozens of thin, pink tendrils spiralling all around her arms. When she tried tugging on impulse, they responded in kind and pulled hard enough to bury her face in Destiny’s cunt. As she calmed, soothed and aroused by the situation, they relaxed and guided her into fist-fucking the hole. She eventually took charge and curled her fingers to punch deeper.

High pitched moans punctuated each thrust. Each time, Monica arched them just a little higher, forcing the fleshy walls to stretch around her limb, always thrusting just above the puckered cervix. The tendrils didn’t relent and adjusted to the tempo, then ramped it up while she lashed her tongue all over the outer pussy.

“So close. Just a… little more,” Destiny encouraged, rolling her hips up and down  to the pounding of her snatch, sending her fluids pouring all over.

It really was so close, all but grazing her senses. All she needed was another push, something big. She grunted and clenched what she assumed were her kegels, then slapped both hands down on her room mate’s head. Or the back of it anyway.

Neither girl moved an inch. Destiny quivered in place, but no more, at least outwardly. Inside, she wasn’t sure what didn’t move. Her fecund belly writhed in abstract shapes, while her pussy collapsed in on itself and the arms and face currently filling it, as she panted for whatever air she could. Then Monica uncurled her hands, palms against the pulsating cervix. While neither could see what happened, Destiny felt it in pristine detail as the occupant of her womb forced its way out and into her canal.

It crept lower, all the while absurd sensations played out under her skin. For all Destiny knew, she had cum dozens of times in the last seconds, however she couldn’t recognise this pleasure. All at once, she felt like she was fingering her pussy, while simultaneously sucking on her clit a dozen times over, accompanied by… something foreign. It wasn’t until she felt Monica’s lips from within that she had a clue.

Which was confirmed an instant later as whatever moved through her pussy shoved into her manager’s mouth. She knew that from the teeth and tongue pushing into it. Whatever it was. Destiny didn’t question it any further as her whole body peaked. She pushed on Monica’s head, forcing her deeper past her labia, while the strange object shoved from the other side and forced her roommate to retch as it slid down her throat. A flood of fem-cum followed right away and sprayed out from between Destiny’s meaty folds and Monica’s head.

In her blind ecstasy and need to prolong it, Destiny rolled her tongue out and wrapped it around a breast. She took the excess spit and rubbed it all into her flesh, all but addicted to touching her massive titties as bliss bombarded her. By a miracle she didn’t pass out from it all, yet that didn’t leave her much better off as she lost all recognition of her environment. The world just melted away around her.

It only came back a rush of lukewarm water splashed her face. Sputtering, Destiny tried bolting upright, but her body wouldn’t allow it, instead forcing her back with a splash. Monica’s face looked down, hair wet as if fresh from a shower. The raw smell of sex, however, contradicted that notion.

“Hey,” Destiny said, licking some of the water from her lips, then frowned at the taste, “What is that?”

“Your cum,” Monica chuckled, “Figured you should know what you put me through.”

Propping herself up a little, Destiny got a proper view of the gallon bucket, “Um, how full was that?”

“There’s a second one over there.”

“Oh shit… that’s pretty hot.” Destiny sniffed a couple times, vision immediately swirling as she was all but drowned in the aroma. It saturated the air, so dense it clung to her nostrils and lodged there. Another breath and her pussy was frothing. As was something else.

“Looks like your friend’s ready,” Monica said.

“My friend?” Frowning, the impossibly large girl looked down at herself, again blown away by her sizes, then noticed the sinuous length waving above her popped out belly button, “Oh… that’s… cool.”

“Always wondered what you had in there. Turns out it’s a fucking constrictor.”

Not exactly, but close enough. An odd violet colour, it was perfectly smooth but for a couple veins thicker than her fingers. Its girth astounded Destiny, mostly for the fact it fit in and outside of her, easily the size of a normal woman’s calves. Before her eyes, it slimmed down, then bounced back and swelled even larger. She groaned deep and held onto her churning belly. When it calmed down, her pussy was throbbing, in desperate need of another proper climax. Her eyes turned to Monica, who was still naked.

“Round two?” Destiny asked.

“If you think you can handle me.”

“You know I can,” Destiny said and pulled her down. Monica took the momentum and swung her leg over the mountain of tight flesh. Curling her own body around it, they mashed lips once more, though with an addition as Destiny put her elongated tongue to work.

She didn’t know what to expect as she all but poured it down her manager’s throat. Something disgusting? Maybe. Certainly not the subtly sweet fluids that surrounded her tongue. Or were they sour? Whenever Destiny grasped the flavour, it changed, yet she still enjoyed and pushed her tongue deeper. Monica swallowed around it without hesitation, pulling it further until the muscle reached its limit.

While Destiny got her fill, her womb’s occupant grew impatient. Both girls grunted and clenched around one another as the fat tendril slimmed and darted straight for the only other cunt in range, that being Monica’s. Once inside, the strange creature undulated as it sought new depths, then it swelled. Just a little at first, gently filling Monica and testing her bounds. It slid to and fro like a wary animal on first encounter.

Neither of them complained. Though it was comparable to a tongue for Monica, her younger roommate was inundated by pleasure. Every inch that pushed in and out of the black woman did the same for Destiny, grinding against the resting nodules along her pussy walls. She kissed harder, pulling Monica down to mash their tits together, though hers didn’t compress nearly as much.

Then, like a flipped switch, the tentacle shuddered and tripled in size. Monica yelped into Destiny’s lips, throat vibrating against her tongue, eyes rolling as a deep moan rumbled within and her pussy convulsed. Nothing in her life prepared her for the constant swelling in her tunnel, its girth shoving her walls apart and forcing them into its shape.

All by design of course. Its sleek flesh allowed for swifter movements, especially when the juices flowed as free as Monica’s did. A shrill, muffled cry harmonised with Destiny’s as it lunged forward. It piled into the smaller girl, kept from her womb by the cervix, yet even as the space inside her ran out, length kept pouring out to smash against her folds. As it did, Destiny’s belly flattened.

She pulled her tongue out so they could look between them. Where her gut had returned to a flat plane, Monica’s had become lumpy, misshapen by the creatures attempts at penetrating deeper. Between their bodies, several feet writhed indignantly. Destiny focused through her pleasure and quelled it, meaning she did have some control over her ‘baby’. In that case…

“Come here,” Destiny said and it obeyed, surging back into her womb much to her delight. When she looked pregnant once more, she stopped it, leaving at least a foot stretching her roommate, before addressing her, “Ever done ass stuff before?”

“Of course.”

“Good, because mine feels left out.”

Truth be told, Destiny wasn’t into anal. She didn’t usually see the appeal in it when her pussy did the trick, though she had tried it just for the experience. Her new body, however, craved more. The tendril would look after her cunny, and she could grope herself easily enough. All that left was her ass untended to.

“You’re so dirty. Not that I’m complaining,” Monica cooed, gasping as she moved off. The tentacle extended with her, almost like an umbilical cord. Destiny rolled over onto her hands and knees, presenting her rotund ass cheeks to her shorter co-worker, each orb at least a foot wide and tall in that position. Looking behind her, they completely overshadowed Monica, who stepped closer to pull them apart.

“What’s the verdict?” Destiny asked.

“Stunning,” Monica said, then vanished between the fat globes. A moment later and her tongue was on Destiny’s puckered hole, stunning her for a second, before a set of fingers snuck in. When her hole devoured them, more were added until an entire wrist and forearm crammed inside. Destiny froze, trying her best to retain her awareness. Then Monica punched forward and grabbed something deep within.

Whatever semblance of control she had over her tentacle was lost. Destiny pumped back against her manager’s fist and arm, while the tentacle hammered Monica’s pussy with all the force and grace of a bulldozer. That didn’t stop her from grabbing onto more of whatever filled the girl’s anus.

Nothing should’ve surprised Monica anymore by that point. The fact Destiny’s ass was lined in small nubs that grew larger the deeper in she reached, until they were more than enough to fill her hand, gave her pause. But she recovered quickly as her own cunt was churned into a waterfall. Not on par with Destiny, of course.

The girl was pouring juices by the bucket load. She wasn’t squirting. Monica was all too familiar with girls that could squirt entire ounces per orgasm, this was pure pussy juice, cupfuls of it splashing against the already drenched coffee table and spilling over the ends. All the while, she milked whatever she’d grabbed deep inside Destiny.

Doing so only made the tentacle pound her that much more violently. She didn’t know if it could cum in the normal sense, not that it made a difference for either girl as they worked the other towards climax. Monica added her spare hand into the mix, first testing Destiny’s pliant ass with a finger, then slipping inside with as much ease as with her pussy. Another of those nubs filled her hand and compelled the tendril to slam into her own cervix.

Discomfort briefly dampened her pleasure, however the subsequent thrusts and sheer fullness of her canal overwhelmed it soon after. Before long, her haywire nerves took the near-painful sensations and converted them to pleasure. Each thrust rolled through her entire body, pushing and pulling it almost like a puppet. The cunt-tentacle, its name still a work in progress, slimmed down as Monica’s chest pressed against Destiny’s pillowy snatch.

Its intent became obvious as another few feet slipped into the open. While more surged into Monica and coiled in around itself, filling her snatch to and beyond capacity with its writhing flesh, the excess lassoed around each of her breasts and pulled them together around itself. Once tight and secure, the tentacle swelled yet again until Monica was whimpering in abject bliss.

Destiny, of course, felt everything. She had no control over it. Nothing but a passenger in her own body as it sought after and was pushed to greater heights. All she contributed was the fondling of her overly firm titty-spheres and the chubby nipples at their peaks. Everything else was Monica or the tentacle’s doing.

And god what wondrous work they did.

Every second seemed to drag into forever as the very air caressed her skin. Not only the touches, but sounds and smells, even the taste on her tongue, all harmonised to drag her pleasure out for eternity. Destiny clenched her anus down on the arms penetrating her so deep, yet she craved more. Something bigger… dirtier.

“Put your leg in me!” Destiny blurted.

Monica froze, “You want what?” Her frown was audible.

It took a moment to gather her breath and thoughts, “Your leg… push it up my ass… wear me like a fucking boot.”

Of all the things that happened that day, her words weren’t the strangest. Monica must’ve thought so too, as she didn’t question the request, instead tugging her arms free of the reluctant hole. Without bidding, Destiny rolled back over and sat further back on the table, offering space for her manager, who eyed the splayed cheeks with hunger. All it took was a single look beckoning her forward and Monica dipped a toe in.

It didn’t take long for depravity to take hold. Monica’s foot pushed through, wider than her arm, quickly leading to the ankle, shins, and eventually the calves. Groans of pleasure drawled out the deeper it went, Destiny’s ass palpitating and pulling on the ever fatter limb. Unbidden, the second foot shoved its way inside.

“Ooh, fuck… yeah…”

Nothing in her life stretched her so wonderfully huge. Or maybe it had? This was a new reality, where she and Hazel were apparently fucking on the regular, and she could only imagine how it felt to have either of those dicks inside her. Regardless, she didn’t remember taking them, giving Monica the temporary honour. But soon, Destiny would get irreparably reamed by the one she longed for most of all.

Until then, she had more pleasure to distract her. The second calf slid in, knees plying her slutty asshole open, while her tentacle took the added pressure in Monica’s cunt as a challenge. Squelches and gooey slurps announced every thrust in and out respectively, spilling more of her juices. Mere droplets against Destiny’s geyser-pussy.

“I’m so fucking deep,” Monica said, propping herself up to look down at her lower body, now sinking between the monumental cheeks, drawing her own snatch nearer to Destiny’s much larger one. All the while, the tendril was pounding away, sliding several feet around and between her tits, down between clenched thighs to barrage her cervix. Curling her toes as her cunt was stuffed beyond former comprehension.

She did the same for Destiny’s ass. Everything logical decreed that pushing her legs in to the thighs was impossible, that her toes shouldn’t be more than two-feet deep in her roommate, or that she could keep going. Yet it was real. Every square inch wrapped around her leg was too vivid, those nubs the size of fists closed around her feet, clenching and relaxing as if to milk her. There was no way she could go any further, right?

Destiny proved her wrong as she reached down and grab at her hips. A tremendous tug shoved another few inches up her ass, Monica’s sides pushed her cheeks apart in search of deeper penetration. Through it all, her tentacle just kept fucking. Another pull elicited a heavy grunt from the overstuffed girl as Monica’s waist vanished inside.

Looking down at her gut, Destiny moaned at the obvious imprint of a foot in her belly. Whatever the app had done to her body went beyond simple insanity, as she wasn’t sure if Monica had reached her belly yet, or whether she still had one. But such things were trivial against the pleasure of feeling Monica slide further and further. She almost felt like she was on helium, floating in an atmosphere of her own pleasure, despite the constant addition of weight.

“So deep,” Destiny groaned.

“It’s like your ass is eating me,” Monica panted. Sweat coated her ebony flesh, glistening brilliantly and making it easier to suck her deeper. At her words, the anus clenched hard.

“Yes… ooh, yeah, eat you… my ass… gonna eat you up,” Destiny whispered in blind ecstasy, not concerned when her body pulled Monica even deeper.

Not that either paid it any attention as the tentacle thrashed about. Already on the brink, the lewd absurdity of her situation pushed Monica over into a chasm of bliss none could escape from, though she didn’t try to. Her tits were squeezed to the point of crushing, pussy crammed so full it pushed on her bladder and anus from the inside, all while her chest was swallowed whole.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, FUCK!” Destiny cried as her own climax befell her. Buried so deep, Monica’s face was directly in line with the girl’s pussy when it erupted with cum, all but drowning her, soaking in every inch of skin and hair in its path. Nothing spurted from the tentacle, though it writhed in the same throes of ecstasy as its ‘mother’.

Eyes rolling, Destiny lost all thought. She didn’t even register her own body further drawing Monica in, forcing her to curl up, forcing the girl’s fecund middle to explode in mass, easily doubling the rest of Destiny. Foot after foot of tentacle extended into her ass, connecting them on the deepest level possible as it slimmed down and pierced Monica’s womb. Thanks to the prior orgasms, she barely registered the sensation or her predicament.

“Destiny? You alive?”

“Huh? What?” Destiny rubbed at her eyes. Why did everything feel so heavy?

“We’ve got a bunch of Karens’ asking for the manager. That means you.”

“What?” Destiny repeated, brow furrowing. She tried sitting up, only to be outmatched by her own weight. Where was Monica anyway? “You mean Monica, right?”

“Who?”

Chapter 11

Waking up should’ve been a strange affair. She’d finally slept with Hazel, that fact alone would boggle her mind if she weren’t immediately beset by her lover, who pounded any and all thoughts from her head, fucking her body, mind and soul until they were all mush. Of course, she could have protested at any time. They hadn’t even had breakfast after all, but that required stopping. Honestly, Destiny wasn’t she could stop either herself or Hazel at that point.

Any given second, a cock impaled her cunt or ass. Hazel didn’t stay still for even a fraction of a second, always moving, thrusting and fucking, trying her best to turn Destiny into a living fleshlight. Successfully. The egregiously fecund girl pushed herself back and forth, taking the huge dick as Hazel ramped up, nothing but a wet sleeve and basic motor function. Her stomach glided along the mattress, swollen belly button tingling each time.

As her strength gave out, Destiny listed forward. Her tits mashed into the bed, nipples throbbing from the dozens of orgasms lingering in her system. Every inch of cock that stretched her open pushed her closer to yet another climax. Hazel didn’t even need to move and she’d cum in due time.

So it continued the entire morning. Fortunately, neither had work, though Destiny had no clue about her new schedule. It didn’t matter though. She would gladly be fired if it meant Hazel kept pounding at her sopping wet cunt. To no one’s surprise, consciousness abandoned her before long.

When it returned, Destiny felt… light. Almost ephemeral, like a feather that’d vanish in a gust, yet turning over brought her weight back into the picture. Opening an eye, she was huge, though not ginormous as yesterday led her to expect. Her belly stuck out well over a foot from her frame, surpassing her boobs and pushing them into her chin. Normal tits of their size would naturally pour over her gut, but these were implants that she had no memory of getting. At least they’d keep her chin warm.

But they weren’t the issue. Yes, her pregnant belly remained enormous, however it looked half its former size. Propping herself up, she rubbed all over the sphere attached to her.

“Oh god, did I digest her or something?” Destiny groaned, still groggy enough that the implications didn’t register. What did, on the other hand, was the need to pee.She waddled into the bathroom, heedless of her naked state.

“Can’t you knock?!”

Destiny froze at the voice and looked up, finding her manager sat on the toilet. Shock and relief stole her voice, then tears flowed and she couldn’t resist rushing over to envelop Monica in a hug.

“Ugh, let go. You’re covered in cum.”

“I’m sorry,” Destiny sniffled, just noticing that nearly every inch of her skin was covered in dried, flaky jizz.

“God, your hormones are all over the place today,” Monica sighed.

“Uh, yeah. Are you… okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You… my… you know?”

“So you gobbled me up with your ass again, that’s nothing new,” Monica shrugged, “I know how you can get when you’re really horny.”

“It’s… normal?” Destiny frowned, wondering what possessed the app, or whatever god was fucking with her, to give that ‘ability’.

“For you, yeah. Are you okay?” Monica asked.

“I think so.”

“Good, then get the fuck out so I can finish,” Monica tossed a roll of toilet paper at her.

Destiny squeaked and waddled away, closing the door behind her with a deep sigh of relief. Thank god, she hadn’t killed her roommate. Although it did raise some concerns, like how to deal with the fact she’d fucked Monica behind Hazel’s back. She did it in a moment of weakness, of mind melting lust that consumed everything. That didn’t make it right.

On the subject of things that weren’t right, the quest should’ve completed by then. Why wasn’t she back to normal?

Back in her room, she found her phone undisturbed on her bed. The screen lit up when grabbed it, showing the logo for the Unreal Creation app, before shifting to an update screen. She tried tapping elsewhere, but it wouldn’t go to the normal display. Her persistence was rewarded as it came up with an explanation:

An update is in progress to make the experience more enjoyable! In the meantime, congratulations on going above and beyond. For your efforts, your sexy new body will remain as is. Everything else has been reset. We hope you’ll continue to enjoy Unreal Creation for a long time.

Destiny sighed. Nothing she could do about it then. Except maybe delete the program, though she wasn’t sure that was even possible. Something that affected reality and history had to be insanely powerful. A deity or something must be responsible. From what she knew of mythologies, gods and goddesses never took kindly to perceived slights. They might not take kindly to her refusing their ‘gift’.

Not that her new body was all bad. She sat on her bed, ass sinking deep into its mattress, and ran a nail along her firm breast, then hissed in pleasure when she scratched her nipple. While she’d never thought of herself with implants before, bigger boobs weren’t outside of her fantasies. Even the heavy swell of her gut had grown on her in such a short time.

Her ass eating someone whole nearly sent her into a panic, yet even that turned out pleasurable. Monica’s weight pushing down on her body, forcing her to always clench her pussy tight, just made sex with Hazel an even more incredible experience.

“Hazel!” Destiny gasped and got up. She had to see if she was alright now. The app claimed things had reset, but it forced this body on her, which meant it clearly didn’t care much for its own rules. Unless it genuinely saw this as a reward for her. Maybe she would too? Only time would tell.

“Stop getting distracted. Gotta find Hazel.”

Right on cue, her door opened and a wave of white hair bounded in, then leapt at her, knocking the air from her lungs. Destiny fell back onto her bed, the boards creaking worryingly loud, then was caught in a kiss. Just one set of lips this time. She recognised the taste, not just from the lipstick, but also a faint whiff of her own fem-cum. Compelled by forces beyond her control, she crammed her excessive tongue down Hazel’s throat.

The girl suckled on the limber muscle as it wriggled down her oesophagus, as if trying to taste every little part of her. It wasn’t until she ran out of air that they pulled away, Destiny retracting her tongue, coated in Hazel’s spit. Both gasped when it came free, panting and red faced.

“Figured you’d like that surprise,” Hazel said.

“Yeah, I did,” Destiny leaned away, a dopey grin on her face as she looked her lover up and down. Despite reverting, the things they’d done hadn’t gone away, even though Hazel had returned to her petite self.

She almost couldn’t wait to fuck her again. Their bodies were so drastically different now, as juxtaposed as their hair colours, it’d make for an interesting experience. Hazel shook her head, a taunting little smirk lifting the sides of her lips.

“No can do. If I let you have free reign we’d never get anything done.”

“Yeah, but it’d feel good,” Destiny pouted, though she didn’t push any further. Hazel was right. The tiny girl got up and walked away, pausing in the door to look at her still prone girlfriend.

“Come on, breakfast’s ready. Though I bet you’d like to eat something else.” She wriggled her hips at that, bringing Destiny’s gaze straight to the pair of tight shorts painted onto her frame.

“Yeah, I would.”

“Later,” Hazel giggled and headed into their kitchen, “You’re always so horny. Makes me wonder how I outlast you all the time.”

“Well, you know,” Destiny blushed a little as she sat on the couch, still naked, “You’re just that good.”

“Or you’re too sensitive.”

“Probably both.”

“Hmm,” Hazel thinned her eyes, setting a pair of plates on the coffee table, then prodded the much larger girl’s tit with the blunt end of a fork, earning a sharp moan, “Pretty sure you’re just too sensitive.”

Hard to argue against that. Destiny still felt the cold metal where it poked her, an all too lurid tingle that lingered and dripped down into her core, the tentacle within her belly waking in response. She rubbed her bump, if it could be called that. A mistake as that just fuelled the lust bubbling beneath the surface.

“See? Too sensitive,” Hazel said, reading her like a book.

“Alright, alright, you proved your point. Let’s eat before I attack you,” Destiny said and picked up her plate, stacked high with a mix of rice, fish and soup. Her partner’s portions were much smaller, sized for a regular person, whereas she had enough for a dinner and a half, “Are you sure this is enough?” She asked, sarcastically.

“Of course not. I’ve got seconds waiting, so eat to your heart’s content.”

The pregnant girl blinked at her in shock. No, it did make sense. They fucked for so long last night and well into the morning. What time was it anyway? She’d been constantly distracted by changing reality to check, but, looking outside, the sun was blaring down at them. It had to be noon at least.

That helped settle her concerns over the amount. It was breakfast and lunch. Spoon after spoon of fragrant rice shovelled into her mouth, mixed with crispy, tempura-fried fish and the occasional slurp of the soup. Everything was so good. Of course it was, Hazel made it for her. No other thoughts entered her mind until the last grains vanished. Even then, her sole desire was for more.

“Here, I’ll get you some,” Hazel said, already finished as well. Just a moment later and almost the exact same plate appeared before her.

Yesterday was too stressful to notice anything about herself beside the obvious. Hunger was one of them. Having such a voracious sexual appetite translated to a normal one too, and it didn’t help that she was pregnant with a strange tentacle creature, which made its presence known every other minute. Her second helping was gone just as quick as the first. Finally sated, she slouched deep into the couch and sighed.

“Was it good?” Hazel asked, sinking in alongside her.

“Oh yeah. Maybe it sounds strange, but I can’t remember the last time you cooked for me.” Which was true. Hazel did cook often, but usually for herself, as they all had different hobbies and schedules. That made eating together difficult, so they just made their own meals when it suited them.

“Don’t worry, I have that effect on people,” Hazel wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yeah you do,” Destiny said and leaned for a peck on the lips, which quickly turned into a slow, languid kiss, tongues teasing one another until they were pulled past one another’s lips. The urge to grab Hazel and pull her tight was overwhelming, but she held it in as the petite girl’s hand ran along her breast. How something that small felt so amazing was obvious.

She really was that sensitive. To Hazel’s touch at least. Her fingers weren’t anywhere near her nipple, yet it felt like she was pinching and pulling on them, but they were circling in. Hazel pushed the digits in, barely making a dent against the kilograms of saline stretching out the sphere. She shuffled closer, hand dividing their chests as she finally came to the teat.

Several things played into Destiny’s spontaneous climax. Hazel’s knowing touch was just one part. The warmth coming off her, the scent of sex lingering in her natural scent, her eyes looking up and catching Destiny’s, who squeezed her thighs together, while the smaller girl suckled on her tongue. All those things, combined with her full belly, formed the perfect explosion as Destiny squirted all over the table. Her moans were stifled against Hazel’s lips, though still more than audible.

“So messy,” Hazel said, saliva dripping from her lips.

“Sorry.”

“I think you should clean it up.”

“Okay,” Destiny said and tried getting up, but a quick tug kept her in place.

“No mop. Use your tongue.”

A murky river spread across the coffee table. Drops separated from it, sitting in place, as if daring her to go through with it. She couldn’t do the carpet, though it was spared the brunt of her orgasm. Hazel sensed her hesitation.

“I’ll make it better for you.” She kicked up a leg and set her foot in the mess, swirling it around to get it nice and coated. Destiny almost moaned at her lover’s display of flexibility, the foot coming within mere inches of her face, “Now you’re cleaning me.”

Nothing could stop her from there. Destiny grabbed the foot and brought it to her face, unfurling her tongue, then flicked it along the sole, tracing the arch and slipping it between the toes. Hazel was a clean person, despite their filthy night, however she still had a earthy taste. The skin was soft, much more than expected. She honestly wasn’t sure how to feel about the flavour of it, but a relaxed coo from her white-haired love made it worthwhile.Their positions couldn’t be comfortable though.

Destiny took initiative and slid off the couch to kneel before her. Then she took the still dripping foot, looked into Hazel’s eyes to make sure she saw exactly what was happening, and sucked a toe into her mouth. Her short lover groaned softly in response. This never entered Destiny’s mind, although nothing that happened in the past weeks had either. More surprising to her, was how she enjoyed it.

It wasn’t the foot specifically. Truth be told, she could take it or leave it, but seeing Hazel relax even deeper into the cushions, little body almost completely lax as Destiny rolled her tongue between the stubby toes, was a treat in all respects. Just knowing she was doing something for her was enough. Of course, she could do much more.

She cleared the foot and pulled her tongue back in as she crept up Hazel’s ankles. Kisses littered the pale skin as she squeezed in soothing patterns along her supple muscles, climbing one kiss at a time until she was between Hazel’s open thighs. Looking up, those eponymous eyes met hers with clear invitation. Nothing had to be said, Destiny was ready to dive in and drown herself in the juices of this girl she adored.

Oh god, she tasted incredible. It was just one lick, a teaser of what she could promise, but it sealed her fate. Destiny shuddered in anticipation, restraining herself with simple pecks and nuzzles against the folds, then wrapped her lips around the hood. A quick suckle pulled Hazel’s thighs around her head.

Though svelte, the girl had padding where it suited her. Squishy flesh drowned out the rest of the world as Destiny changed tactic, pushing in just the first couple inches of her tongue and swishing it about, while she moved her lips as if making out with Hazel. Heat washed over her taste buds as she twisted and pulled, gathering drops of fem-cum to gulp it down. Most pussies were bittersweet, sort of tangy in a hard to describe way, and were something of an acquired taste for Destiny. She had no issue with Hazel’s, though.

All she could smell and taste was her lover. If she looked up, hooded eyes and parted lips met hers, breaths ramping up slowly toward gasps of ecstasy. The feel of the carpet on her knees and belly hardly registered, while her boobs pressed into the couch and throbbed in pleasure, but it was Hazel’s thighs and squishy, slimy pussy that subsumed all else. At that moment, there was nothing she wanted more than to keep eating her delectable cunt.

“Push it in,” Hazel groaned from above, her voice practically vibrating through her thighs and into Destiny’s head, “Get your tongue in deep. Eat my whole fucking pussy.”

Destiny just moaned and obeyed her demands. This was what she’d waited for, an invitation to put her absurd body to good use as she pushed deeper, hands massaging Hazel’s thighs against her head, blissfully suffocating herself. Dainty fingers slid through her hair, a gentle pleasure amidst the constant pulsations. Inch after inch of her tongue passed through the folds until she tasted her lover’s cervix, but she added more.

It curled in on itself like a snake. That was her plan, using her sublime control to push on Hazel’s walls intricately, coaxing deeper moans, and a random yelp when she stumbled on the g-spot. Destiny grinned against the folds, then pushed the base of her tongue against the clit, sliding along it and Hazel’s lips as she worked to bring her release. To her surprise, she was pulled up and away.

Without a word, Hazel was kissing her again. Destiny moaned into her lips, tongue once again exploring the girl’s throat, and fingered her instead. Higher pitched breaths vibrated along her muscle, stronger with every second, a crescendo of ecstasy as she thrust harder, faster, all for Hazel. Only for her.

They pulled away only an inch, tongue still buried deep. Hazel panted through her nose, hips rolling quicker as her depths clenched tighter, juices flowing like a river, the sound of Destiny’s fingers consuming all else.

“I’m cumming,” Hazel slurred around the endless tongue, “Fuck! I’m cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” She kept saying it even as their lips reunited, grinding against Destiny all the while, before flinging her head back, lips sliding off the slick, limber muscle that connected them.

Spit fell from the pink bridge and onto their chests. Destiny lavished the feeling of it all, though nothing more so than the way Hazel squeezed her fingers, as if looking to crush them into dust. She kept wriggling, prolonging the petite girl’s climax, until she went limp. Both their faces were sloppy messes thanks to the tongue, which quickly made a beeline for the quivering pussy. Destiny was gentle as she lapped up the delicious drops.

“Good girl,” Hazel cooed, stroking her head and pulling her in for another deep kiss, though not nearly as moist, “But I think we need a shower.”

That was a fair point. Neither had anywhere to be, however Destiny still had plenty of dried cum on her body, and now there was plenty of spittle splattered about. She nodded and followed the svelte butt as it led her to a now vacant bathroom. Had Monica seen them together? The thought briefly chilled her post-coital warmth, but Hazel commanded her attention as she tugged her into the shower.

It was a tight fit between them. Well, mostly Destiny. Her body was big in every sense, between standing over a foot taller than Hazel, and possessing more than triple her mass in curves alone, but they made it work. She didn’t even think as she lathered her tits in soapy water and went to work on cleaning Hazel’s back with them.

“Hmm, nothing like a boob-loafer,” Hazel sighed.

“Is that all you think of them?” Destiny snorted, rising to her full height and capturing her partner’s head between her tits.

“Of course not,” Hazel said as she kissed each breast, “I love them. I’m so glad I got to room with you. The real things are so much better than your Instagram makes them out to be.”

“My what?” Destiny never used Instagram. She only used Facebook to wish her family a happy birthday every year, lest they call and berate her for it, and she hadn’t even loaded Twitter in the last year. Instagram was about as far from her mind as Pluto from Earth.

“Uh, your Instagram. You know, it’s how we met. Well, I mean, I was stalking your pages way before that, but it’s where we started talking.”

“R-right,” Destiny said and squeezed her close, hiding the frown on her face. Just how much had things changed?

Retiring to her room, claiming that she had things to do, which placated Hazel well enough, she went to her computer. A groan slipped out when she sat down, her chair’s arms bit deep into her sides. Sure, it can rewrite entire history, but wouldn’t update her stupid chair, she thought. After some adjustments for comfort, Destiny finally got to work in checking everything possible.

“No, no… I’m a fucking influencer?” The word and its connotations were bitter on her tongue, like bile stuck in her throat, mixed together with that weird jaw ache she sometimes got with a cold. All she could think of were people like the Kardashians.

Mercifully, she hadn’t somehow turned anywhere near as shallow as them. Racing through the myriad of posts, she came to the start, which ‘explained’ why she got massive implants four years ago. The logic was questionable, but also not as insane as she expected. Put simply, she was a boob girl and implants were the only option available to her for the size she fetishised. Looking through, she’d started out relatively small.

It was like an addiction. At first, she seemed happy, but then the posts started asking if she was big enough, then redundant questions that very much sounded like internal justifications she used when buying unnecessarily powerful pc hardware. Sure enough, not even six months after the first surgery, she went bigger. That just kept happening until she ended up where she was now.

Unsurprisingly, her proclivities extended to her ass. Looking through some of the unposted stuff about her belly and the eternal pregnancy, didn’t reveal much on that side. It just sort of happened. Demons? Angels? Some unholy eldritch abomination from the cosmos? No idea.

Still, people seemed… happy for her. A lot of her posts didn’t shy away from her sizes, framing them as the focus, a fact people in similar positions appreciated. Especially moms-to-be. While they couldn’t empathise with her plastic augmented tits and ass, how she turned her pregnancy into a positive for her looks inspired them to enjoy it. At least she was doing some good.

And, truth be told, she did look amazing. Implants weren’t on her mind before, and she might’ve preferred a more natural look, but pain-free augmentations weren’t something she’d complain about. Destiny sighed and rested a hand on her implant, which, according to her latest update, held no less than sixty-thousand ccs of pure saline. That fact alone turned her into something of a medical miracle.

The only thing on par with them was her belly. Her pregnancy wasn’t insanely quick, just a product of at least three years of development with an inhuman creature. So many scientists wanted to study her, though she was still a human being and had rights. Plus her social media presence made it impossible to spirit her away.

In her messages, she found Hazel’s name. Just like she’d said, they’d connected online first and, after a while, Destiny invited her to move in with herself and Monica, since their roommate had left. Not that she had any idea who that was. All that mattered was justifying Hazel moving in. That was a couple years ago and, not long after, she started posting about her awesome girlfriend.

She couldn’t help giggling as her posts changed to more romantic focused. Occasional cosplay sets cropped up, usually with Hazel nailing it, and Destiny turning any character she tried into a hentai variant of the most niche variety. One of her favourites was of her and Hazel snuggling on the couch, with her tiny lover absolutely dwarfed by the tits and belly.

A sudden ping broke her focus. She struggled to get up, but managed, then waddled to her bed. The app was done updating.

“Oh… oh wow…”

Chapter 13

Waking was an event. One that she looked forward to everyday, a constant simmer of lust just below the surface once she opened her eyes to see the ceiling. Sleeping on her front or side was out of the question with boobs like hers, but that didn’t matter much, as Hazel happily snuggled against her anyway. The petite girl woke up first, though she rarely moved away before Destiny was also up.

Hazel greeted her with a peck on the cheek, then went to do the usual morning routines. That left Destiny to breathe in the very obvious scent of their sexes, and to psyche herself up to get up. Everything about her body was lewd to the max, however that didn’t mean it wasn’t heavy. She refused to weigh herself, knowing it’d be something absurd. Just like everything else, she thought as her hands rubbed circles into her drum tight boobs. The huge things must’ve weighed more than Hazel.

Then there was her fecund belly. No babies inhabited it, though she told most people she was expecting triplets, an easier answer than explaining some impossible tentacle monster packed inside. Destiny took a deep breath and wriggled her way to the edge, where she swung her legs over, set her feet on solid ground, then grunted and pushed herself up. She had to bow her legs slightly to deal with the weight.

“I’m never gonna get used to this,” Destiny said, looking down at Hazel’s room. Their room. The only reason her old room still had a bed was in case they ruined this one, otherwise it was just a place to play games in private. Of course, that wasn’t the only amazing thing when she stood up to her full height. Being close to seven feet after living most of her life nowhere near six feet was an experience to put it mildly.

“You alright? Tenta-chan isn’t being too rowdy?” Hazel asked, coming back from the bathroom.

“Yeah, I think it’s sleeping.” She wasn’t sure how to feel about Hazel naming the crazy thing inside her, though she didn’t know how to get rid of it, or if she even wanted it gone. With the size of her cock, she couldn’t exactly fuck Hazel the way her erotically messed up body wanted, and the tentacle provided a way for that. And, sure, it felt fucking amazing when using it.

“Hmm, I know how it feels. After last night, I could’ve slept for another day.”

“Yeah, right,” Destiny scoffed.

“What?”

“You’re like a puppy. A five minute nap and you’re zooming all over the place.”

“Says the futa who spends most of her time begging for treats,” Hazel said, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around as much of the belly as possible.

Destiny blushed, “That’s different.”

“I know,” Hazel kissed the very distinct belly button, tingles spanning the whole mass when her tongue flicked it, “No pup compares to you, Destiny.”

“So romantic,” the towering futa said dryly, then sighed at another kiss on her abdomen.

“Then hurry back, and I’ll prove how romantic I can be.”

Hazel never made empty promises. After emptying her bladder and combing her hair, she came back to the petite sex fiend naked on the bed, beckoning to her. An otherwise normal scene, but as Destiny drew closer it played out differently. Rather than diving head first into a make out session, their lips met in a tender kiss. Hazel pulled her down slowly, little body vanishing beneath Destiny’s much larger frame.

Their hands weaved into each other’s hair and held on, gently bringing the other closer. Tongues were introduced slowly, Hazel’s taking the lead as usual, prodding Destiny’s cheek and coaxing her muscle to extend as only it could. It all coalesced into a spark they couldn’t ignore any longer.

“So romantic,” Destiny teased.

“You know what I’m about,” Hazel moaned, grinding her pussy against the futa’s slowly squirming gut.

“You’re waking it up.”

“Good. Momma needs a morning fucking.”

“You could’ve just asked,” Destiny said and clenched down, pushing the tentacle down through her pussy, the dozens of clits lining her canal sparking alight as it touched them, until it finally came to the open air. All that stimulation made it impossible for her cock not to join the fun.

Destiny wrapped the phallus around her lover’s waist, pulling her down. It wasn’t often that she took the lead role, but Hazel wanted sex, and that was the fastest way to do so. The tentacle sensed their desires and slimmed down at the end, lapping along Hazel’s snatch, then dipped inside. Just a teaser, however, as it pulled back and fattened up to smother the entire sex. Hazel moaned and pulled her back into a kiss.

There was no hope of seeing the penetration, but feeling it was just as fun. Especially when Hazel’s moans provided the best commentary. Destiny’s tentacle thinned and pushed back in, then kept going, sinking inch after increasingly girthy inch through her depths. It swivelled around and Hazel’s moans hitched in response, her pitch rose and fell as it changed tactic.

“Bring your cock up here,” Hazel breathed, rolling her hips as the tendril pushed and pulled like waves. Destiny did as requested, sliding her fat dick between them until it was eye-level with both. Looking at it up close was surreal.

Of course, she knew how big it was. She felt it everyday as the heavy slab of meat swung against her thighs, and saw it in the mirror, however rarely so close. Now it suffused most of her vision, big enough that she could barely see Hazel beyond it. That wasn’t important, though, as she could feel her everywhere.

Hazel was her world. She wrapped her arms around the girl’s head and urged the tentacle to thicken, luxuriating in the squishy velvet all around it, while they both kissed the prehensile cock between them. Much less noticeable, yet still incredible, was the feel of Hazel’s svelte body against hers. It was the perfect complement to her own insane figure, a form so sleek and delicate she would’ve worried about breaking it. If not for the girl’s ravenous lust.

“Wanna try something?” Hazel asked.

“Sure.” Destiny wasn’t sure if she could even refuse the girl anymore. It didn’t help that pleasure danced beneath her skin, whole body tingling as the tentacle picked up the pace and her cock dripped with pre and saliva. Hazel pushed her up so her nipples were in reach for the small girl.

“Love these things,” Hazel moaned, circling a gigantic areolae, rising in tiers until it was capped by a fat nipple, “They make me feel so tiny, ooh… like I could just curl up in one.”

“I’d love to carry you in one,” Destiny sighed, arching her chest for her lover to do whatever she had planned. To her surprise, Hazel grabbed her cock and turned it back around, aimed at her huge nipple. Oh, so that was what she wanted. Those eponymous eyes met hers, searching for approval. She nodded, then gasped and shook in untold pleasure.

Holy shit, her nipples felt amazing to penetrate. It wasn’t just them, of course, but her cock going into a tight, wet hole that spasmed around her. So fucking good. Hazel let go, though Destiny just kept pushing more inside. Her four-feet of dick vanished inch by inch until it stretched taut between her crotch and breast. Though faint, bumps appeared across the surface as her member writhed in ecstasy.

Hazel groaned as the tentacle fattened inside her, then hooked her fingers into the other nipple, pulling it open until she could gaze down its depths. For a while, she just stared inside, as if to peer into Destiny’s heart. Then that pussy-tingling grin appeared, ripe with lurid mischief. It didn’t take long for her to guess it either, as the petite girl pressed both hands in up to her elbows and beyond.

“Fuck,” Hazel gasped as Destiny’s whole body shook against and around her, “You stretch so easily. It’s like putty.”

“What’s it look like?” The futa panted, desperate for something to cool her lust. Durable as her libido was, she still needed time between orgasms.

“Like a fleshy cave,” Hazel said, voice low and sultry as she pushed even further, now encroaching on her shoulders, “I can see rings of your insides all pulsating, trying to squeeze me like a big fat dick,” it sounded accurate thus far, her dick experiencing the same sensations, “Thick, sticky webs are sticking to my skin, pulling on me. If I didn’t know better, hmm, I’d say you were trying to… swallow me with it.”

“Like you’d refuse,” Destiny laughed.

“Let’s find out.”

“What? What are… are… oh my god… shit, fuck… oh god, oh god… Hazel… stop… I’m gonna…”

She couldn’t string another word together. Nothing in her life prepared her for the sensation and supremely erotic, fucked up sight of Hazel shoving her head into a giant nipple-pussy, all while a tentacle pounded away at her sodden snatch, with a huge, prehensile trouser-snake plunging away at Destiny’s other titty-cunt. It was too good. Too much.

“I’m CUMMING!” Destiny shrieked, only for her voice to give out as Hazel punch fucked her insides. Semen coursed through the serpentine cock and poured into her left tit, while the other clamped down as it squirted who knows what all over Hazel’s head and back. At the same time, her lover quivered and squeezed down on the tentacle.

Fortunately, Hazel couldn’t climb all the way inside. Her stupid need for air got in the way, forcing her to slide back with a stressed gasp, panting hard as Destiny fell back, still twitching in the aftermath. Moments later and Hazel climbed on top of her, kissing along the massive belly and the tits that dwarfed it.

“How’s that for romantic?”

Destiny just laughed.

Things were good. She honestly didn’t have much, if any, complaints about her new life. Maybe she could whine about how difficult moving was, or how she couldn’t see her legs, or the fact people stared at her 24/7, but rectifying all of those would’ve just made it fake. Everything she experienced was real.

Not to mention, with all the sex she and Hazel had, she’d already levelled up again on the app. At last, she had a second character slot ready for… who? She didn’t trust herself or the app not to make Hazel’s life difficult again. Monica perhaps? No. Why was she even thinking about using someone else? She was content with her life at that moment.

In fact, she was beaming as she half-waddled, half-strut her way down to the local diner. It took a week of pure practice, and many accidents at work, but she’d finally learned how to do more than stomp her feet. Endless whispers chased her, always discussing what the hell she’d done to her body. A question she could answer, though it’d sound insane. Instead, she just let them craft whatever rumours they liked.

Of course, her truth and the one everyone else knew was different. The app did it all to her, however those closest to her, or the ones that followed her socials long enough, knew it was all science. Mad science really. How else would she end up with almost a hundred thousand CCs of saline in her chest?

Sitting under the veranda outside the diner was the love of her life. Hazel always looked gorgeous out in public, mostly because the sun refracted off her hair just right, even in the shade, and other people only made it clear how little she really was. Destiny waved and hurried, braless tits bounding with her tremendous steps.

“You’re on time for once,” Hazel chuckled.

“Like I was gonna miss lunch with you.”

“It wouldn’t have been so bad if you did. Gives me an excuse to really put you through the wringer later.”

“You’ll do that anyway,” Destiny said and sat down, using two chairs, which creaked ominously under her weight.

“Can you blame me? You’re the most beautiful piece of ass around.”

“There’s that romantic mouth again.”

Hazel giggled, “Alright, let’s actually order something before this flirting gets a little too serious.”

They did. Destiny didn’t really pay much attention to the food, enjoying her B&T sandwich well enough, but when Hazel was around, the rest of the world just didn’t interest as much. She wished she could explain why to herself, beyond a simple; she’s amazing. Maybe because of how Destiny first used the app and how it led to her taking care of Hazel? Or possibly the fact they’d known each other forever in this timeline.

Or because of the mind-blowing sex.

All three played a part, yet didn’t summarise her feelings. She just loved the white-haired half-pint. Plain and simple.

“Oh shit, um… I kinda don’t have my wallet,” Destiny chuckled nervously. It was impossible to carry shit anymore. None of her clothes had usable pockets and she’d yet to go about ordering new ones. She refused to use that weird wardrobe either.

“Don’t worry. I already planned on paying,” Hazel said and whipped out her debit card like a suave agent, sliding it over the cheque. Destiny clapped her hands in awe, a little jealous over how gracefully her love moved.

“Holy fuck! It’s her! Uh, shit, didn’t mean to say that so loud.”

Destiny turned her head at a couple of women walking by. Her eyebrows shot up at the sight of them. Were they prostitutes? Given how they dressed, it was that or they were heading to a porn shoot.

“Uh, hi.”

Both of them squealed and rushed over, boobs nearly bouncing out of their latex mini-dresses, “You’re Destiny Jones, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Another squeal, “You’re, like, our idol. I discovered you when I turned eighteen and you inspired me to get these puppies. Totally the right call.”

“O-okay,” Destiny forced a smile. Based on first impressions, she suspected that one wouldn’t gotten implants anyway. Just maybe not as big.

“And I found you when I was working some dead end job. It was horrible! But you gave me the courage to finally pursue porn. Now I make bank, get fucked, and look super hot.” At least she was honest.

“Right. Glad I, uh… helped?”

“We’re headed to a super cool shoot now actually,” the ditzier one said, not so subtly adjusting her dress, almost pulling it down over her nipples, “If you wanna come with.”

“Sorry, she’s taken,” Hazel snapped, taking a classy slurp from her coffee.

“Uh, who are you?” One sneered.

“Her girlfriend,” Hazel said dryly, using every ounce of her time cosplaying upperclass pretty boys to exude superiority.

Despite that, they both snorted, “Yeah, right?! And I’m the Virgin Mary. You shouldn’t hang out with tiny losers, Destiny. It’s bad for your brand.”

“Yeah, you’re the biggest, hottest bitch alive. You can’t have some flat-chested skank around.”

“If we collab, we’ll, like, totally get a million more followers in no time. Bet your fans would love to see you show two big-titty plastic bitches who the real star is, right?”

“Hell, bring the brat too. She’ll make us look even bigger. Although, people might just think it’s a twink.”

“Okay, that’s it!” Destiny snapped and stood, shoving the veranda off her head, “One more word and one of us is going to jail.”

“One?”

“Because you two are going to hospital,” Destiny snarled and cracked her knuckles. Fuck, that hurt! She didn’t let it show, however, and just maintained her glare, “What’s it gonna be?”

“Fuck it, whatever. Don’t need this shit. Prepare for social homicide, bitch!”

“Uh…” the other just kind of gawked for a second, then went the other way. Destiny heard her phone someone, “Yeah, any chance you can book me and expansion today?”

Once the pair were long gone, Destiny sat back down. Onlookers seemed to realise that was the end of the show and continued as if nothing happened. Well, some teenagers were staring at her, but she just expected it at that point.

“You okay?” Hazel asked.

“No. Why doesn’t anyone say cracking your knuckles hurts like a bitch.”

“That’s the price of being such a big, strong girlfriend.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“A little.”

They laughed, but something nagged at Destiny as looked over the love of her life. While she smiled and didn’t seem bothered by the bimbos, a pensiveness occupied her normally warm eyes. She refused to meet Destiny’s eyes too.

“You okay” Destiny parroted at her.

“Y-yeah, I mean, it’s fine. Just, they kinda had a point, you know?”

“What?”

“Well, you’re, you know? You! And I’m just… this,” Hazel shrugged, “Honestly, I don’t know why you’re with me. There’s gotta be hundreds of hotter girls than me.”

“Hazel…”

“It’s fine, really. I would’ve totally understood if you went with them. Yeah, it makes me happy that you didn’t, but… they’re a better fit for you. Physically, anyway.”

“I don’t care about that. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not aroused at all, and they were trying. You turn me on like no one else can. Got it?”

“Yeah. Let’s go home. I think that new Marvel movie is on Disney Plus now.”

Destiny contemplated the app. Hazel was in the other room, watching something in silence, while she excused herself to use the toilet. It seemed dumb for Hazel to care about what those sluts said, however it really wasn’t. Even in the past, she wasn’t confident in her appearance, banking on other means of pleasing her partners. Girls must’ve used similar insults on her for years.

“Well, not anymore,” Destiny said and uploaded a pic of her lover. From there, she used all her points to make sure no one could think she didn’t belong with her.

Leaving the bathroom, she peeked around the corner to see Hazel still sat on the couch. As she creepily observed, Hazel moaned under her breath and arched her chest, showing just how tight the shirt was getting. Not just her top either. The shorts she threw on once they stepped in were pushed to their limits in seconds as a magnificently fat ass tested them.

Destiny looked to the app and licked her lips. Curves weren’t the only thing she gave her love. With any luck, they’d be fucking properly in the next few minutes.

“Destiny?!” Hazel half-shouted, half-moaned.

“Yes?” Destiny walked into view and almost tore her own pants as blood flooded her cock.

“I’m horny. Fuck me hard and maybe I’ll sit on your face.”

So demanding. It was like she just expected Destiny to obey for the chance to be a seat for Hazel’s ass. Of course, she performed as desired, and savoured the reward, and came harder than ever multiple times, but not because Hazel ordered her around. She just wanted the petite bombshell to be happy.

Chapter 15

Just a few more hours. Destiny repeated that in her head as they drove back home. Vibrations skittered up body just from the engine, with bumps and sudden stops feeling like a meteorite of untainted sexual need had struck her. She did her best not to look over at Hazel, whose little arms looked all the smaller as she reached over her giant spheres, but failed constantly. Pre-cum gushed from her bound cock and soaked into the seat.

Hazel didn’t say much to her on the trip. A blessing really, since her voice alone could’ve pushed her over the edge. Just recalling the higher-pitched tone when they were in bed, darkening as lust and pleasure took its toll, tested Destiny’s will. It reminded her of a deluxe rubber band pulled to its limit, frayed all over, yet it held. But that couldn’t last much longer.

“Just a few more hours,” Destiny whispered.

By some miracle, she made it back to the apartment. The stairs required her full attention, a climb of Everest proportions to the hugely pregnant futa, whose balls had kept bloating. A whimper trilled past her lips when she came to the final door, only for her belly to get lodged inside. Why did she have to try that stupid quest?

“Hold on, I’ve got you,” Hazel said, ducking under the blockage. After some rummaging sounds, she came back with the belly lotion, which she poured all over, then rubbed it in. Destiny bit her lip and braced against the frame, eyes going wide as her cock thrashed against the tape. Jesus titty-fucking Christ!

She made no secret that she loved belly massages. Even with a magically augmented body like hers, the skin got tight and sore sometimes, which required a very loving hand and lots of lotion. After growing throughout the day, that love turned into a fetish as her internal balls roiled. Panting, Destiny pushed against the door.

“Ha, hmm… Hurry!” Destiny whimpered. She couldn’t fail this far into the quest. What would the app have her do then? Repeat it? Or give her some kind of punishment? Whatever it did, she didn’t care at the moment. All she wanted was to be free.

“I’m trying, it’s just…” Hazel breathed deep, hands trembling slightly, “You’re not the only one holding back here.”

“Don’t say that,” Destiny said, “I just, ooh, wanna not cum for a few more hours.”

“Good thing you never tried No Nut November. You’d pop within a week.”

“Probably less.”

They both nodded in agreement as Hazel tossed the lotion aside. Now it was just a matter of muscle as she pulled and Destiny pushed. She didn’t know the exact anatomy of her body, before or after the app changed her, but her balls must’ve squeezed through first. With those inside, the constant pleasure swelled them larger and helped the rest of her in with a sharp POP. Naturally, the sudden release stole her balance and she toppled onto Hazel.

Not only that, but the tape holding her cock finally became too saturated in pre to stick any longer. Her member flopped free and darted straight for Hazel’s pussy. It got inside, but only a few inches as the petite hottie snapped her thighs shut. Destiny had no idea why, but her girlfriend had some serious strength down there.

“You just don’t want to cum, right?” Hazel asked.

“Y-yeah,” Destiny panted, holding herself up enough that her boobs weren’t suffocating, “It’s, uh, important to me.”

“Okay,” Hazel said, then squirmed her way out from underneath, cock sliding out too, “Wait here. I’ll get ready.”

Ready for what? Destiny didn’t ask it aloud and just nodded, watching the comparatively giant ass on her little lover sashay into their bedroom, while her cock hovered in the air, like it didn’t understand where the wet hole went. She had no idea what Hazel had planned, though it had to be something to help. For as insatiable as the girl was, she still knew when to reign it in.

Minutes passed in quiet anticipation of… something. Then the door opened, though no one appeared. Destiny took it as an invitation and stomped towards it, her belly so heavy and sensitive, the air cool against its glossy exterior, while the inside burned with unfettered desire. She pushed the door opened further and carefully squeezed her way in, thankful that they weren’t all uniform. Last thing she wanted was to get stuck again after Hazel went out of her to do, well, whatever she’d done.

The light was off, curtains drawn, and the bed shrouded in darkness even with the light behind her.

“Shut the door,” Hazel said. She did, then waited for the next command. Or guidance. Not a command. Sure, Hazel got a little controlling in the bedroom, but it wasn’t a BDSM thing. Destiny still wasn’t into that stuff. She just wanted her partner to be happy, which usually meant doing as she said whenever needed.

“Hold your cock still.” Which included that. Destiny grabbed her member and held it tight as possible, though it wriggled all over the place. She heard sheets moving, but didn’t move from her spot, waiting to see what Hazel had in mind. A hiss left her lips at the touch of cold leather against her base, then a gasp as it tightened to uncomfortable levels. A second circle of leather constricted her just under the head.

“Good. Turn on the light.”

Destiny fumbled for the switch. heart pounding. She could guess what happened, however she needed to know for certain. Finally, the room was bathed in a warm light, just dim enough to create a more sensual atmosphere. Hazel stood in front of her, a leash in one hand, and the biggest grin on her gorgeous face. Tracing the lead, Destiny’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open at the sight of a collar tightly wrapped around her dick. But there was one more shock as she felt around her base, finding an expensive belt looped tight around her.

“Now you won’t cum until I decide otherwise,” Hazel said, then pulled on the lead, “Now come, you got me all worked up at the con. I think you owe me.”

“Yes,” Destiny said and followed her to the bed, which squeaked in agony under the weight of their implants and her gigantic belly. She was laid on her back, gut standing at least three feet up high and spreading half as wide. Seconds later and her world was engulfed by Hazel’s ass, voice stifled by the plush pussy. Everything was muffled by Hazel’s gloriously juicy thighs.

It was meant to help them fuck properly, which worked perfectly. However, now the other use came into play as Destiny’s mouth was smothered in it. She could just barely breathe, every inhale saturated in her lover’s aroused scent, which only made her cock that much more eager to enter.

“Tap once for yes. Two for no. Got it?” Even with her thighs tight against her ears, Destiny heard her voice clear as day.

She tapped once.

“Good. This part’s simple. Eat me my pussy until you either pass out, or I decide otherwise.” One tap, “Good girl. Now, get to work.”

So she did. Destiny was no stranger to making out with her lover’s pussy, both before and after it grew to the size of a melon. Honestly, she loved it. Her endless tongue rushed out to taste every inch it could, like it hadn’t memorised the flavour a hundred times before, and went for the cervix right away. The barrier welcomed her muscle, convulsing as she teased it. A playful thrust against its centre earned a moan.

That was exactly what she wanted. To make Hazel feel good. It didn’t matter that she had a cock or a gut full to bursting with her backed-up balls, so long as she could reach up and grope Hazel’s ridiculously firm ass, pull it down and suffocate herself in pussy. Juices leaked all over her face, streaming down her cheeks and chin to pool beneath her head. It didn’t matter how much she slurped up, or how tight she tried sealing her lips. There was simply too much.

Just as she wanted. Destiny changed tactic and pulled her tongue back, then nipped at the fat folds smothering her. What she’d quickly discovered about Hazel’s new cunt, was how sensitive it was to pleasure and little else. Even as she bit and sucked hard, essentially giving the massive snatch a series of hickeys, the girl responded by grinding into her. Exactly the way Destiny loved it.

With all that pleasure surging throughout her entire body, she just couldn’t control her body. Destiny froze as her cock wormed between her tits, then climbed to nestle deep between her lover’s own, less absurd rack. She feared Hazel would snap, pin it down and leave her begging. To her surprise, the gigantic, dainty girl pulled it in for a deep kiss. Certain she wouldn’t get chewed out for its actions, though still worried, Destiny redoubled her efforts on eating her out. A fresh spillage of juices soaked her face.

“Insatiable,” Hazel moaned from above and pushed down with her hips, “You’re my seat and yet you’re trying to fuck my face right now.”

It wasn’t Destiny. Not entirely anyway. She’d heard men complain that their dicks had minds of their own, and for her it was unnervingly accurate, as the sinuous member coiled around one breast, then thrust against Hazel’s lips. Oh god, they were so plush and inviting. It’d never fit of course.

Not unless she made more adjustments on the app. Would Hazel like that?

“That’s fine,” Hazel said and jerked the fat prick with her tiny hands, “So long as you’re aware of the consequences.”

Consequences? Destiny inhaled the juices as realisation dawned on her too late, her member stiffening in an effort to cum, yet the belt held tight. Not a drop got past it. She arched her back, belly going taut, skin straining as it bloated. Unlike during the convention, where the build up was slow and constant, this was a denied release. Her body went into overdrive to compensate for the load she was supposed to lose. Several pounds of fresh cum pushed her deeper into the bed.

That’s why Hazel let the cock have its way. Rigid nipples poked against her belly as the girl leaned over, letting the cock have its way with her boobs. Destiny did her best to focus on the task, but her belly was so tight and sensitive, just the feeling of tits rubbing it was heavenly. A whimper was stifled in Hazel’s cunt as petite hands found her popped-out belly button.

Every second that passed stacked the sensitivity. A constant pressure pushed from within her gut, skin stretched tight, nerves forced to the surface where just a wisp of Hazel’s breath was like lips snapped onto her clit. She couldn’t even imagine what it’d be like if Hazel so much as kissed her belly button.

No sooner had she finished the thought, then it became reality.

Destiny screamed. Her cock lurched upright, angry veins all over its length, while her balls cramped hard. It didn’t hurt, nothing about this situation was uncomfortable for her, though it could easily be the same. At that point, Hazel could impale her ass on the Washington Monument and she’d cum. Not that she wanted that, when Hazel suckling on the fat nub of her belly button could’ve put her under at any second.

Yet it never happened. She continued slurping and kissing and nibbling and thrusting as Hazel tormented her mindless cock. All it wanted was to cum. Yet a five-foot bimbo-figured girl denied it over and over.

Everything stood out in her mind only to be pushed aside by something else. Just the feeling of their sheets sticking to her skin as perspiration jumped to the skin. Hints of saltiness leaked into Hazel’s juices, the girl working up a sweat too. Destiny had no idea how long they’d been at it by then, though she’d keep at it for however long Hazel wanted. Seconds, minutes, hours… days if she wanted.

Fortunately, Hazel wasn’t so insatiable - that night, at least - and granted her light once more.

“Enjoyed yourself?” Hazel asked, leaning over the immense curve of her tits. Being less than five-feet away, they seemed all the bigger, yet were overshadowed by the dripping wet folds that were against her lips. Destiny reeled her tongue back in, licking her face ‘clean’, and nodded. It hadn’t just drenched her face, but the sheets and her hair were absolutely soaked. They squelched just from nodding.

“Good, because I certainly did. But now it’s time for the real fun,” Hazel said and turned around. The cock instantly buried itself between her ass cheeks, then tried sliding low, no doubt aiming for her pussy, only for the glorious shortstack to clench and trap it. Destiny giggled at her raw power, not even thinking it could be her dick submitting to her. Huge tits rested her on even larger belly as Hazel squatted low.

They felt so good. Destiny almost reached up to feel them, but held back since her lover hadn’t invited her. A knowing smirk teased her from over the mountain of curves, then vanished as she threw her head back in abject pleasure, Hazel’s lips once again on her hair-trigger belly. It wasn’t her objective, though, as she quickly lifted away and commanded Destiny’s eyes on her.

“Your dick is incorrigible,” Hazel said, low and husky, “You really can’t control it.”

“No,” Destiny shook her head. It obeyed at its leisure, and even then only if she wasn’t drooling over someone’s, usually Hazel’s, body.

“Then allow me,” the shortstack reached back and grabbed at the leash, yanking Destiny’s cock free and between her thighs. It thrashed about like a trapped snake, lunging for Hazel’s plump labia, but she never gave it an inch. The futa bit her lip and moaned, more than understanding why her dick behaved so rudely to her beloved. Even then, low churning groans vibrated her belly as it swelled with cum.

She didn’t know if she could even cum yet, but the urge was all consuming. The only thing that kept her on track was Hazel’s almighty gaze. A less confident woman might’ve tried shouting or ‘correcting’ Destiny’s cock, however she was calm as she stared it down. Little by little, it settled down and went slack. She didn’t relax until a dollop of pre-cum splashed on Destiny’s hyper-sensitive abdomen.

“Good,” Hazel cooed and cupped the massive phallus. They’d measured it at four-feet when stretched out, and a full six inches across, bigger than any soda bottle that wasn’t novelty sized. Yet Hazel held it naturally, as if it were hers and not Destiny’s. Maybe it was on a metaphysical level. It was like a dog that favoured one owner over the other.

“Now then, sit and wait.”

The cock listened! Of course it did, Destiny thought as her muscles moved on their own, its length coiling up with the tip aimed straight between Hazel’s legs. She still held its lead, standing with such power and certainty in it that no dominatrix could ever hope to even graze. Even Monica, a professional, never held such an authoritative presence. Anything she said, Destiny would do.

It was fortunate that Hazel wanted the same thing as she sank down once more. Her breasts framed Destiny’s fecund middle, inflicting still more pleasure as they brushed along the edges, knees spread wide yet barely visible around their unbeatable curves. A moment later and she felt the first tease of what was to come.

“I love this thing,” Hazel groaned as she rolled her hips in circles, fat lips coating the glans in her juices and sending Destiny’s pulse racing, “Always so warm and eager  to please. Just like you.” Her gaze fixed on the futa’s, holding contact without error. For a moment, Destiny thought she’d done something wrong somehow, then her world-view collapsed to a single point; her cock as it was devoured inch by inch.

She always looked forward to one specific moment when they fucked. She forced her attention onto Hazel, twitching in anticipation. Thick as her curves were, the petite girl remained svelte around her waist, which exasperated just how huge her implants were, as well as the vein-covered cylinder as it rose up. Destiny gasped as her cock sprang up, impaling Hazel on several more inches. Enough to pierce straight through her cervix.

That was the first part Destiny changed. Without it, taking anything more than six or seven inches was a pipe dream. With the app, however, she made stuffing her partner’s womb a near orgasmic experience. It only got better when her dick curled around the uterus, folding over itself to bulge out even more. Anyone could think it was an alien of some kind - maybe the app was alien? - however it didn’t make it any less blissful.

“Go on,” Hazel said, gyrating her hips and clenching her kegels, “Get it all in me. Make my tummy so fucking big with your cock, twist it around, make my flat belly a gross, writhing mess.”

Destiny couldn’t help it anymore and reached up to hold onto her lover’s hips. In the same moment, her member surged deeper, at least two feet of it winding around itself inside Hazel’s baby-maker. She looked up, seeking permission.

“It’s your funeral,” Hazel said with her classic smirk.

More pleasure, meant her balls would swell even more. Her belly would grow too, the skin and nerves stretching so far and thin. Already, just the heat from her tits was almost unbearable. But she wanted more. Not just that, she wanted Hazel to praise her, reward her with that beautiful face as it screamed in ecstasy, and, above all, be satisfied. For those, she’d gladly tolerate anything.

Destiny steeled herself and shoved up against Hazel. Her cock took the cue and snaked in, their groins squished together, bellies rubbing as they moved with their respective occupants. It’d remained dormant through the convention, though not for much longer. The futa let instinct take command and pounded into Hazel, the bed squelching beneath their growing weight.

More cum filled her internal testicles, swelling them and her belly. It pushed her tits up, all but smothering her in them. Every thrust bolstered her production, cum building up faster without any escape, and the more condensed it got, the thicker her pre became until it just couldn’t leak out anymore. How many trillions of sperm were being crushed against one another inside of her? How long before she could finally release… or explode? Whichever came first.

The latter seemed more and more likely. Almost certain as her ‘child’ wormed its way through her sopping cunt and into the open. That deflated her gut a little, though nowhere enough for relief, as it plumped further to compensate. What little comfort having her tentacle out provided, quickly vanished as it darted straight for Hazel’s stuffed pussy.

“Naughty, Tentacle-Chan,”  Hazel grunted as her already grotesquely-shaped abdomen contorted with the addition.

For Destiny, however, it was a whole new level of torment. Not only did she feel her favourite pussy from two over-sensitive tendrils, but she felt them against each other, without any control over either. Her tentacle-baby got the great idea to coil around her dick and squeezed rhythmically, like a second pussy spiralling over the four foot length. Unlike her penis, it had more to give without an end in sight.

Moments later and Hazel’s writhing belly mashed against Destiny’s own taut gut. The petite girl reached up and pushed on the futa’s shoulders, lifting and angling herself so their popped-out navels squished together. With all the sweat on their bodies, they slipped all over, giving Destiny instances of relief, only to shake in denied climax once more. And her womb-fuckers did nothing to help as they worked autonomously to get her off.

But the belt kept her backed up and swelling bigger. Destiny’s peripheral vision was subsumed in her giant implants, nipples beyond her view, though she felt them twitch against the slightest pleasure, and her belly gradually devoured Hazel’s increasingly stunning visage. Before long, she could only hear and feel her.

“I’m surprised you’re not begging,” Hazel panted, now slamming her cunt down on the dual penetrators, “Your balls are so fucking huge. I can see them growing. Doesn’t it hurt? Don’t you want to cum and inflate me until I’m even bigger than you?”

“I do,” Destiny whimpered. Her belly was so heavy, pushing her deeper into the memory foam mattress until she was certain it’d never recover.

“Then what’re you waiting for?” Hazel asked with a strong clench.

“C-can I?”

“Hmm… not yet. I’m still having fun.”

Destiny held her silence. Much as she wanted to beg for release, for an end to her perpetual expansion, Hazel wasn’t satisfied. To that end, she encouraged the tentacle and cock to go hard and fuck the girl until she was just a gibbering mess. Consequence be damned.

They heard her wish and followed it to the ‘t’. Hazel screamed as they betrayed the rhythmic pounding and replaced it with pure, raw fucking. The girl straightened into an ode to excessiveness, while her cunt was worked into a frothing mess as juices splattered everywhere in a six-foot radius. A pool gathered beneath her and Destiny, whose own pussy gushed from the constant orgasms, streams of fem-cum pouring down the prehensile pair.

Nothing told them how long had passed. It could’ve been minutes when their bodies wore out, collapsing to the side, even as Destiny’s cock and womb-tendril maintained their brutal pace, on par with the fastest boxer. Occasionally, they’d find some reserve of strength and move against one another, drunk on the pleasure, but it quickly passed. It seemed to finally be at an end once Hazel found the strength and will to find the leather cock ring.

Unfortunately, their combined juices left it impossible to grip.

“Fuck!” Hazel went rigid as another orgasm rippled through her. She tried again in every fleeting moment of lucidity, each time shorter than the last, consciousness giving out.

“Come on, please, let me cum,” Destiny begged, barely above a whisper, “I need to shoot it all out, Please, Hazel? My belly’s so fucking big and tight. It feels like it’s gonna burst from all the cum inside.”

There was no missing her gut. Before or after the uncountable denied orgasms, though they’d more than tripled it’s enormity, dominating the bed and Destiny. Even Hazel with her implants would’ve fit inside with plenty of room to spare.

“I need it. There’s so much. I’ll burst. Hazel, let me cum, please? I’ll be a good girl. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Just take the belt off! Please, Mistress!”

A shudder ran through Destiny as she said it. Mistress wasn’t a word she expected to ever use. She obeyed Hazel because she wanted to please her, not because they had that kind of relationship. Or… what was the point of denial?

If that day had proven anything, it was that Hazel could toy with her at will. Like at the panel. Hazel could’ve taken her dick and ridden it in front of all their fans, instead she chose to tease it, to make clear how much power she held. And now it was shown in full force. Even as she was made into nothing but a quivering mess, gut crawling with foot after foot of dick and tentacle. She still controlled Destiny.

Who got off on it. She was in her partner’s grip, which pushed her deeper, knowing she could never do a thing against Hazel, despite standing almost two-feet taller. The shortstack all but held her life in the palm of her hand.

“Please?!” Destiny whined.

That finally broke through enough for the impaled girl to snatch at the belt. She fumbled for a bit, though she was determined this time and held on tight, at last undoing the clasp. A brief moment of calm settled over them. Even Destiny’s unruly cock froze.

Rumbles like the worst thunderstorm shook the very bed they laid on. Despite the mattress, it reverberated into the floor and rattled the door and shelves, before culminating in Destiny’s shriek of glorious release.

Her belly doubled in size yet again, something wooden snapped down below, then the fat vein along the underside of her member tripled. Destiny clawed at the sodden sheets, nails rending through it as she arched her chest up, face enveloped on all sides by her tits, and shook from the raw force of her orgasm. Nothing in her life resembled the level of relief it gave her.

Or the terrifying bliss of her urethra opening wide and unloading a solid roll of cum fatter than her arm. Yet another solid, twisting length inflated Hazel, forced to the bottom by its weight. The follow up crushed it into a paste that spread throughout, rounding the gnarly mass to resemble Destiny’s own fecund gut. Though it was a far cry from its size.

Fortunately, Destiny had plenty more to give. And give. And give.

As the weight on top lessened, her hips got into the tempo. She thrust against Hazel, dick convulsing with her next burst, spewing no less than half a gallon each time. It was never empty. Halfway through one spurt, the next was already pushing through. Just a few minutes in and Hazel’s gut squished against her, spreading to the sides.

Even their double bed struggled to fit them. The legs snapped one by one, dropping to the floor, yet neither lingered on it, too focused on their shared pleasures. Their guts pushed the other away inch by inch, until Hazel found the strength to roll onto her back, belly sloshing back and forth like a spherical waterbed. Either of them could’ve climbed inside at that point, yet it was far from done.

Destiny put her slimmer body to use and rolled over. She wriggled closer, inadvertently pumping her hips too, until she could finally lay her head next to Hazel’s and breathe in her scent. After all they’d done together, it was intoxicating, reeking of sex and all its nuances. Breathing it in, her mind and body finally gave out.

Though her dreams were all about pumping Hazel full.

She had no idea what the app would lead her to do next, but so long as Hazel was with her, she’d do it.

Chapter 17

Monica remained aloof the next few days. Much as it perturbed Destiny, she just didn’t have the time or energy to fret over her. Keeping her libido under control with a dick and pussy proved difficult, nigh impossible in certain situations, but she managed. With three fully functional pussies added to the mix, it was rarer when she wasn’t leaking sex juice. It naturally made clothing a nightmare.

Though one she only had to worry about that at work or in public spaces that weren’t plastic conventions. Hazel liked her body on display as often as possible, though with some tasteful articles for effect. Those were usually nothing more than a re-purposed bra for her balls, and a bikini top suitable for a hundred average beach goers, and it just barely  covered her nipples, much less her pussies.

For work, Monica had done her a favour and resized her shirts. It was a miracle that she still had a job, let alone any real autonomy. Mornings got easier, but still posed a challenge as she manoeuvred her mammoth mammaries around. The weight wasn’t a problem after spending a few more points on the app, which explained the whole fiasco as a ‘lottery bonus’. It did offer her a reverse option, though who knew what that would entail. Destiny declined after the first morning when Hazel woke up completely nestled between her tits.

“Not again!” Destiny shouted after knocking over a stack of produce for the fourteenth time that day. Weight wasn’t an issue, size was. She couldn’t see the floor no less than four feet ahead of her, which meant anything could be in the demolition path of her tits, and with the sudden size jump, her already poor spatial awareness might as well not exist.

“Clean up, aisle three,” Mike, the assistant manager, said over the headset.

“I didn’t even call it in.”

“I figured you were about due for another accident with those huge knockers.”

“Right,” Destiny sighed and accepted the help of a co-worker. She was a cute thing, small all over, but with a clear appreciation for big things. At least, that’s what she inferred from the constant bug-eyed, slack-jawed look she gave. Beck, if memory served right.

“Any idea what’s up with Monica?”

“None,” Destiny shrugged, which made her implants bounce a little, “Well… some.”

“Ooh, okay. She’s horny for you.”

“Well, maybe not horny.”

“Destiny, sweetheart, everyone is horny for you. She’s just got the super hots for you.”

“R-right,” Destiny chuckled. She’d almost forgotten about the pheromones.

“And she lives with you, right? God, that must be the most awesome torture.”

“It isn’t torture. Oh wait, yeah. I see what you mean,” Destiny contemplated her body defining breasts, which obscured the python-esque cock slumbering in her pants. A hand rubbed at her pregnant middle, slightly larger than when she first grew it, as the tentacle within grew bigger. Was Monica really that into her?

According to Hazel, they’d fucked quite often in that timeline. Things had obviously changed since then, likely because Destiny got the girl of her dreams, but that didn’t mean Monica was okay with it. Maybe they should…

But then it’d be cheating. Or would it? Hazel had already given her consent to some extent, and it wasn’t like Destiny couldn’t at least ask her.

“It’s not a big deal. Monica gets plenty of action,” Destiny said and finished clearing up the spilled vegetables.

“Okay, I don’t have experience, despite my best efforts, but I’m pretty sure no amount of kinky bedroom shit is gonna compare to you,” Beck said, then bit her lip, “Although, like I said, can’t speak from experience. Maybe we should…?”

“No, Beck. I’m not gonna cheat on Hazel with just anyone.”

The girl pouted, then shrugged, “Alright. Catch you later.”

“Yeah, later.”

Destiny stayed in place for a moment longer. Things were getting awkward at home. While finding a place of her own wouldn’t be hard, given how much bank she made online - the retail job was really just to get her out of the house - she didn’t want to make things awkward for her friend. Supermarket managers weren’t exactly paid the best.

May as talk with her, Destiny thought and headed for Monica’s office. It was probably a waste of her break, but it was important, and a body like hers didn’t need much rest when it came to mere physical labour. Passing by the employee restroom, she heard Beck’s voice.

“Lousy fuckin’ luck, not being born with giant hooters. That fuckin’ settles it, screw retirement, I’m getting some if it kills me. Hmm, gonna be so hot. Destiny won’t be able to resist.”

Destiny just smirked. It didn’t matter what Beck tried, nobody could replace Hazel. Except another, even hotter Hazel. Though, on second thought,  why would it be a replacement. They could both use her as they pleased. Double the pleasure. It’d be kind of like having her lover’s dual-body back.

“Keep it together,” Destiny hissed at herself, or rather, at her nipple-pussies as they soaked her shirt in fem-cum. She stopped in front of Monica’s office, a typical dull-blue door with a frosted glass window and plaque with her name and title on it, and took a deep breath. Once they talked it over, things would be good. Simple. Easy.

Terrifying. Better to get it over with, like ripping off a band-aid.

“Monica, can we… talk?”

No one had seen Monica all morning. She’d given a good enough excuse that there were a bunch of emails and behind the scenes crap to handle, meaning she shouldn’t be disturbed or seen for a couple hours. So, that was a fucking lie.

What Destiny found was her boss’s chair pushed as far back as it would go. A pair of black legs were propped on the desk, feet haphazardly dressed in flats, one of which hung off a curled toe. The monitor was off, keyboard shoved to the side, teetering on the edge. Distinct slurps and splashes assailed her ears. Pussies and mouths sounded different, a slight difference in reverberation and bass that only her ears picked out. Those sounds were obviously from a sopping wet cunt.

Monica’s phone blocked her face. Every now and then, she swiped, moaning louder at whatever new stimulus appeared on screen. She only noticed Destiny because her cock exploded into the open, rupturing her pants and exposing her member. Dark eyes appeared as the phone descended to her cleavage, before falling to the desk and revealing the candid photo of Destiny, who gulped upon seeing it. No mistaking it; Monica was horny for her.

“Um…” The dishevelled manager bit her lip, “I can explain.”

“Yea-a-a-h… no,” Destiny retreated from the impossibly awkward conversation that might’ve ensued.

They didn’t talk the rest of the day. Monica was her ride home, which made for a naturally weighty drive, the air thick with unspoken embarrassment. Even when they entered the apartment, they just went their separate ways. Destiny retreated to her and Hazel’s room and called her love, desperate for any advice.

“And you just ran away with your tail tucked between your legs?” Hazel asked.

“Yeah,” Destiny lowered her ears.

“You know I’m cool with it, right?”

“I do, it just feels kinda weird. Doing it with someone else.”

“Hmm, well, would you feel better if I promise to punish you for it?” Hazel’s tone didn’t change, despite what her words implied.

“Kinda? I don’t know.”

“Right. Here’s the deal, if you fuck Monica, I’m gonna have to reinstate my claim to you, Pet. If you don’t, then we can just keep going like nothing ever happened. It’s your call.”

“But it’s like she needs it. Can’t you just make me do it?”

“Honey, I love dominating you, but I’m not about to make you do something you’re so unsure about. Look, take some time, think about it seriously, maybe watch some porn to get in the mood and whatever happens, happens,” Hazel said it so easily. Was it really not a big deal? Destiny might’ve just been over thinking the whole thing.

“What if we wait for you to get off work, then we can have a threesome or something?”

“You think I’d be willing to share you while in the same room?”

“No.”

“Good girl. I’ve gotta get back to work, the boss only gives my tits so much leeway. I’ll see you later and we can go over all the juicy details.”

“I’m not sure about it yet!”

“I’m sure you’ll have something fun to tell me. Right, gotta go. Love you, babe.”

“Love you too.”

“See you tonight,” Hazel said in her sultriest voice, then cut the call.

“Why am I so easy?” Destiny moaned, feeling her cock curl around her breast. All it took was a small change in tone, and suddenly she was horny as hell. She rolled over, gravity forced her breasts apart, but her dick just followed one and kept grinding. Only a thin layer of self-control restrained the beast, otherwise it would’ve penetrated one of her many pussies. As it was, the length wrapped over her belly and slipped along her navel-cunt.

The longer she ruminated, the hornier she’d get. Which just made thinking harder. She didn’t want this to be a spur of the moment decision, after all she was considering cheating on Hazel, albeit with her consent, and fucking Monica. The last time it almost happened whispered in her head, but vanished right away; the past was just that. She wouldn’t let it be an excuse not to help.

“Oh fuck…” She was talking herself into it.

Destiny was horny, Monica was too. But her roommate was in a far more dire situation, body practically boiling over with all that lust, to the point it was affecting her day to day life. If nothing was done, then who knew where things would end up. Insanity? Prison?  She couldn’t rule them out with a body like hers pumping out all those pheromones.

Hell, even she would’ve gone nuts over just the body. Let alone the extra chemicals addling her brain and amping up her libido to impossible levels. Destiny sighed and plunged into the mattress, ass sinking until it squished against the base, falling back to stare at the ceiling. All that she had left to do was to build up the courage to approach Monica.

If nothing else, this would likely contribute to her dailies. It kind of surprised her that the app hadn’t sent her some kind of unique quest for the situation. She knew the thing listened all the time, or rather, it was perpetually aware of everything going on in her life. And that was its cue.

“Help a friend, huh?” Destiny mumbled, looking through the details. It just asked her to be a good friend and lend a helping hand. Of course, she knew better. No matter how innocent something seemed, it’d inevitably lead to a big, gooey, sexy mess. Though, unlike normal, it specified ‘listening’.  Did it expect Monica to talk her into sex? It seemed ridiculous, given that she was close to just doing it anyway, but she’d take extra points. Anything that could make her and Hazel happier.

No sense delaying it, she thought and got up.

“Hey, Monica? Can we talk?” Destiny asked, knocking on her roommate’s door. In record time, it opened and she was welcomed in by a dishevelled Monica.

Bundles of clothes were discarded around the usually pristine room. Destiny only saw it a couple times, but it never looked like a frat house before, with various brands of beer cans strewn about. Amidst those, very clearly used sex toys lay in their own mess. The curtains were half-drawn, allowing a limited amount of light.  Monica plopped onto the bed, back to the futa, who laboured her way over.

“What do you want?” Monica asked

Destiny didn’t have a plan. She’d honestly expected to walk in and get jumped, “Um, how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Nice weather, huh?”

“It’s fine.”

“How’s the, uh, girls?”

“They’re fine.”

“Come on, Monica,” Destiny groaned, “I’m trying here, but I need to know what’s up with you? Or, uh, how I can help? Or something?”

Monica heaved a breath, then turned around to finally look at her, “It’s nothing, alright? I just haven’t been… satisfied.”

“Well, I mean, I can help with that.”

“No, you can’t. Not the way I mean.” Destiny waited, intrigued by what how roommate meant, “You’re… insane. You and Hazel. You both have bodies that most people can only dream of. I wake up everyday and see you two. It’s not exactly fair, is it?”

“I’m sure you can get something done,” Destiny said, already planning to offer paying for it all.

“Yeah, right. Not on my salary and in this country. And I’m not about to go to Brazil for this shit. Don’t even think of paying for it. I don’t want charity.”

“Then think of it as a birthday gift or something.”

“No.”

“Well, what if I just do it anyway? You gonna refuse even after I paid for everything?”

“Just drop it, Destiny. I appreciate it, but I’m fine. Really. This just isn’t something I’m meant to do right now.”

“Ooh, that’s what it meant,” Destiny mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing. Hey, tell me how you’d change your body,” Destiny said and leaned over, huge breast filling the space between them.

“I said ‘just drop it’.”

“Yeah, I know. But hypothetically. Like, say you had magic powers or something and you could change your body in whatever ways you want, what would you do?”

Monica went rigid and turned back around. She hunched her shoulders, “It’s too embarrassing. You’d laugh.”

Destiny giggled and rolled her eyes. That had to be the craziest thing she’d heard in a while. Nothing in fiction or reality could surprise her at that point. After all, she was a seven-foot tall dog-girl with a crazy long, prehensile penis, curves packed with enough saline to smother a grown woman under them, and her belly was home to a strange tentacle creature from some crazy dimension. Literally nothing Monica could conceive would surprise her.

She said as much and grabbed her friend by the shoulders, spinning her around into a hug. She knew it’d drive her crazy, essentially smothering her in the mind-warping musk Destiny wore like a shroud. After a solid minute, she finally let go.

“Okay then…” Monica  breathed, “But you can’t laugh.”

Destiny didn’t. She sat there and took it all in, occasionally arching a brow as she learned Monica had a kinkier side, even beyond the dominatrix work. When everything was laid in the open, her roommate was panting, dark skin glossy with sweat, and a distinct feminine musk mingled with her own scent. She was lucky to have ended when she did, otherwise she might’ve cum just from describing her dream-self.

It went beyond that, though. The way Monica spoke, the sincerity as she vetoed decisions and changed to more outlandish, yet more genuine desires, went beyond a simple ‘dream-bod’. She wanted this. Past mere lustful thoughts, she craved the reality she described. 

“I’ll be right back,” Destiny said, more than a little turned on herself.

She went straight for her phone and filled one of her slots with Monica. The app had been generous since that last update, offering new slots with almost every level, roughly half a dozen were unoccupied. Not that she intended to fill them anytime soon. Hazel would always be enough for her, but she couldn’t ignore a friend.

A new choice presented itself to her; ‘watch in real-time’. Did it mean she could see Monica change before her eyes? All the previous times with Hazel, it happened out of sight. What she wouldn’t give to see her lover burst out of her clothes.

“Let’s try it.”

She returned to Monica’s room and found her roommate splayed out on the bed, panties between her ankles and knuckles deep in her fanny. Destiny gulped and briefly considered leaving, but took a deep breath of the ripe scent of a prime female, ready to be bred. The odour was stronger already, burgeoning every second that Destiny lingered at the door, which clicked shut behind her. The sound was just loud enough to catch Monica’s attention.

“Destiny… something’s… happening…”

Swallowing her doubts, Destiny approached and shed her ‘clothes’. She straddled the much smaller woman, who gasped from the weight. Relaxing upon her, Destiny’s belly flattened the manager’s breasts, stretching almost to her lips. With just a little effort, Monica pecked at the popped out belly button, which translated to pleasure in Destiny’s warped body.

As they stared at each other, Destiny noticed her roommate’s eyes change. The pupils thinned out and elongated like a cat’s. Other changes, though minor, occurred as well. Slightly fuller lips, higher, sharper cheekbones that gave her more feline, predatory appearance. Though out of sight, her breasts were filling out too, pumping with fat from the aether.

“Are we…” Monica trailed off into a moan as Destiny’s ‘child’ snuck out from her womb, following its instinct to find the new, intriguing pussy to explore. When they touched, both gasped and arched their backs.

“We are,” Destiny said, finding conviction after feeling just how fat her roommate’s lips had become. Things were progressing quick, though slow enough for her to savour just how ludicrous her roommate was becoming. She lifted her hips up and encouraged the tentacle to dive into Monica’s snatch, which squelched so viscerally it more resembled a cannonball into the pool, splashing juices all over their thighs and the bed. Naturally, it encouraged her cock into action.

Unfiltered lust guided her member to Monica’s swelling chest. Each breast obeyed gravity as they poured over her rib cage and onto the bed, gaining entire inches before Destiny’s eyes, which snapped shut in pleasure when her dick was caught between plush lips. Monica moaned as she took it deeper, hands lifting her growing tits to massage the writhing shaft.

The pleasure fed her changes. Blissfully unaware, Monica kept sucking and licking, cheeks hollowing as she inhaled around it, even as her lips and jaw pushed out from her face into a soft snout, replete with a cute, pink nose. Fine hairs appeared across her dark skin. Yellow, black and orange stalks filled out the space, the lighter shades stood out all the brighter against her ebony base. Gone was the human face, replaced by what resembled a tiger.

Destiny caught herself on the wall as her rump was lifted by Monica’s. Panting hard, she turned around as her roommate’s legs broadened with muscle, their overall design shifted to resemble an animal. Once svelte feet plumped up and out, toes fattening and curling as claws kneaded the air. More incredible changes followed as Destiny was finally forced to stand, if only briefly, as a whole other body stretched from Monica’s newly furred waist. A second pair of massive paws shredded the sheets as Destiny’s tentacle plunged deep into her ever fatter pussy.

Soft fur tickled the futa’s own snatch as she sat back down, belly squishing her cock. The changes weren’t over, despite Monica’s complete transformation into a tiger-taur. A few more things remained.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

Destiny ripped her cock from Monica’s lips and stood up. The length twisted around in the air, annoyed by the sudden removal, but content with the promise of more. Its shadow danced over the new Monica, who just tracked its movements in primal lust. With everything going on, she couldn’t track everything, which meant she missed Monica’s snatch relocated to her new, resplendent ass. Was it weird to find her tiger body hot? Destiny didn’t care, thinking only with her cock.

Likewise, Monica only thought with her cunt as she spread her legs and stretched for the futa.

“Come on. Pump it into me. Remodel my pussy with your huge, tentacle-cock. Fill my womb with it. Then cum in me. Breed my mighty body and make me birth your kits.”

Every word was like syrup. They clogged Destiny’s ears, coated her skin, and stuffed her nose with the most intoxicating scent. Her cock went rogue and tested the waters, sinking just the first inch inside, before Destiny yanked it away. The damage was done, however. Monica knew it too, her smirk spreading. As did her folds.

“Fuck me up, Destiny.”

She didn’t need telling twice. Destiny straddled the powerful hind legs and leaned back, angled her four-foot cock, then speared it deep into Monica’s hole. Not far behind, the tentacle joined the slippery fun, spearing the tigress and fattening to make sure she felt its presence. Destiny yelled at how tight every inch was.

It wasn’t just her cock and tendril taking all the space. Monica pulled them in, deep tunnel undulating like a gulping throat, forcing the futa closer until their bodies were flush together. Paws the size of melons wrapped around her and squished Destiny tight against the obscenely fat lips, stretched wide by her appendages. Too many sensations bombarded her mind, leaving her unable to control them, which left only instinct to take over. Both limbs thrashed about even as they rushed out and pooled on the bed with the tips barely inside.

Destiny’s eyes rolled when they surged back in. With Monica’s incredible kegels, their power was augmented several times over, slamming home with enough force to crack the bed - or bone? - which sent Monica yowling in a violent orgasm. Her paws crushed Destiny, whose body responded with a second, equally volatile ram. She was almost worried neither of them would survive.

Then Monica pulled her up. It didn’t stop her cock from pounding away, nor did it help her recover from the mind-boggling sensations, until Destiny was mashed into a soft breast. The flesh gave so easily, like a half-full waterbed. One that had sprung a leak as her cheeks were doused in something wet. Oh right, she thought and latched onto a fat nipple, sliding down its length until it stuffed her throat. Milk gushed into her stomach like a tidal wave.

“Yes!” Monica moaned and arched her chest, “Drink from me. My body’s so ready for your babies. Stuff me full and drink me dry.”

Destiny had to wonder how things would change. It wasn’t something ‘small’ like bigger tits. She’d helped Monica realise her greatest fantasy of being a tiger-taur, one with huge milky tits and a voluptuous pussy designed for even fatter dicks. Yet still more waited for her. In the meantime, Destiny gulped and her cock and tentacle continued their assault.

It wasn’t just the shape of her body that changed. Monica had grown taller, exceeding even Destiny. Which made it easier for the taur to hug her tight, refusing to give even an inch. Not that she tried to escape. Lust ruled every synapse and nerve, compelling her to just give in and enjoy, unwilling to refuse after hesitating for so long. Then her whole body stiffened as the next part of Monica’s transformation took hold, conveniently growing right against Destiny’s pussy.

Her mind flashed to the app and what was coming. Destiny arched her rump, which better lined them up as Monica grew a cock all her own, perfectly suited for her feline form. As it swelled deeper into her, little spines spawned across its shaft and dug into her walls. Heat pumped off the new shaft, filling her with a greater lust as her pussy clung to the ballooning cock. The added pleasure affected Monica too, whose rump found a casual pumping motion. It gradually ramped up as inch after inch filled the pregnant futa.

Deeper and deeper. The tip pressed against her swollen cervix, where a tiny serpent exited, thickening as it birthed itself and stowed away into Monica’s own pussy. A sudden jerk preluded a growth spurt, the feline-phallus leaping in girth, crushing the tendril against Destiny’s insides. While it made her moan, her ‘baby’ seemed not to appreciate the suddenly cramped tunnel.

It unfurled from deep within her womb. She had no idea just how long the thing was, only that it never ran out. More length coiled up in her snatch and wound its way around Monica’s cock, weaved through the spines and forced them to stand up, scratching harder against her walls. It dug up more of her juices, now spilling by the cupful down her thighs. Before long, her tentacle and the cock were indistinguishable from one another as one thrust down, while the other punched against her cervix. Monica wanted to penetrate her deepest sanctum.

And she would.

Destiny knew full well just how huge her roommate would become. Already, her pussy that should’ve been too large for any cock to stretch, was finding new limits as Monica approached the final step. Its tapered head found purchase in the nook of her womb and just grew on. The pregnant futa wailed a moan as her womb was penetrated by something so huge.

There was no chance either of them would last long like that. Monica was panting hard, chest lifting and falling with Destiny still throating a nipple, while the other sprayed their bodies, as her hips pounded away. The huge spheres on Destiny’s chest were constantly tickled by the tigress’s fur, becoming pleasure as they engorged further. Everything in her body was just on fire, desperate for the one thing that could cool it.

“Gonna cum,” Monica growled, so deep and powerful that it reverberated through her breasts. Not a moment later, a pair of dense, fluffy orbs swung up and against Destiny’s robust ass. They sloshed from the violent swinging, sloshing when they impacted. However, the things weren’t even close to fully formed.

The longer they took, the more ferocious Monica became. Her every thrust seemed determined to bruise Destiny’s skin, leaving it red and stinging with each deafening smack. The tentacle spiralled all around her length, squeezing intermittently like a whole other cunt, while pounding away at her snatch alongside a fat, prehensile dick. Yet Monica couldn’t cum as her body finished its transition from human female, to tiger-taur futa.

“Goddammit! Let me cum! Fuck!” Monica hugged Destiny tighter, suffocating her in tits the size of beach balls.

Milk surged faster. Destiny’s gut swelled from the sheer amount, even as streams leaked from her lips and nose, eyes wide as she stared up at the tigress’s frustrated, yet ecstatic face. She couldn’t wait to see it in pure bliss.

“Yes!” Monica yowled and hilted inside Destiny, cock pulsating wildly as the underside and spines all flared out. It continued growing, outpacing the cum surging through its cum-duct, until it reached a once unbelievable peak. Destiny’s already tight belly stretched up through her implants, their firmness hugging the bulge, and even over her head. Monica didn’t notice as she sang in pleasure.

Her greatest wish had come true. Destiny had made sure of it. She took in the womb-breaking stretch of cock, wrapped so tight in her skin that she may as well have been a condom, and shuddered in her own climax from the sheer scope of it. A four-foot cock seemed ginormous, but at almost six-feet long, Monica made her feel small. Not that it affected her dual-releases.

Both screamed as they finally let loose. Surges of cum exploded from Monica’s tip, the urethra bulging from the pressure, while her pussy sprayed across the room, only for its flow to sputter as Destiny’s shaft unleashed its load, swelling to twice its size and stretching her hole tight. The futanari shrieked in blissful ejaculation.

Destiny’s internal balls condensed, pulling her skin in tighter and highlighting every detail of Monica’s tiger-dick. They swelled again, as if inhaling, then contracted to unleash all hell. Monica’s more normal testicles did the same, just on a larger scale.

Semen flooded both of their wombs. Destiny’s was first to swell out, already encumbered by an unfathomable tentacle being, gaining entire inches within moments. Monica took a little longer, her uterus naturally larger, but her fluffy underbelly slowly ballooned into a furry sphere. Their bodies swelled with every thump of their cum tanks, pumping entire litres with every pulse.

It wasn’t stopping either. Even after Destiny felt she should’ve been empty, she continued pumping out more, almost to a worrying degree. Monica had no such qualms, mewling as she lazily rocked her hips, cock throbbing with an endless load that kept filling the pregnant futa until she better resembled a balloon than a person. The pressure in her womb pushed on her balls, forcing them to squeeze every drop out and into Monica.

Chapter 19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Am I conscious?” Hazel asked back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s just… work stuff, you know?”

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

“Huh?”

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

“I-I mean… maybe…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

“I can’t do this,” Destiny whimpered.

“You already are.”

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

“Remind me, who brought this up?”

“... I did.”

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

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

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

“Someone with a  fetish for that stuff?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-so, uh, y-you’re D-Des… Destiny?”

“I am. Heard of me?”

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

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

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

“Oh? I hope I’ve helped somehow.”

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

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

“Uh, could I maybe get an autograph?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ten seconds,” Hazel sang.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna have some fun?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 21

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not that type of girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how’s everything?” Destiny asked.

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

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

“You… you gotta be joking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

New Limited Quest!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…”

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

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

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

She had to admit, they looked good on her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning,” Destiny whispered.

“Something wrong?” The tigress asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So what changed?

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

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

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

“You have?”

“Of course. Haven’t you?”

“Not really.”

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

“But…”

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

“Really?”

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

Destiny nodded, “Okay. I’ll try.”

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

“Yes Ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I…”

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

“You’re… uh… really into this, huh?”

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

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

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

“Hey,” Hazel said from her perch.

“Hey… you alright?”

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

“You’re sure? I went a little crazy.”

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

“How?”

“Raw talent,” Hazel said.

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

“Next time, I want a proper gangbang.”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 23

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Looks like someone’s still horny.”

“It’s the smell from next door.”

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

“You know me so…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not here. We need more room.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No-notice, ooh, something?”

Destiny just dug her claws in deep.

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What have we done?”

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

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

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

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

“We need to get out of here.”

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

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

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

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

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

“... to make them happy?”

“And do you see me frowning?”

“No.”

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

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

It couldn’t be that bad. Right?

Chapter 25

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

“Come on, you must be cheating!”

“Afraid not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not much,” Monica said, “You?”

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

“She misses you.”

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

“You know it’s not the same.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right,” Destiny sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hazel.” Destiny kept her voice curt.

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

“Unless you come out.”

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

“But…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, Destiny, you can release her.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Destiny? What the fuck are they doing?”

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

“Explain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, no, you’re just bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or better, depending on perspective.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before that, though, she needed to suffer longer.

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

“Destiny! Your phone!”

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

Having trouble getting through? Enjoy these limited time items!

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

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

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

Bonus points earned! Now distributing according to previous usage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Destiny? Destiny? Hey, Destiny!”

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

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

“Monica? Ugh, where am I?”

“Hazel Valley,” Toni said.

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

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

“Hazel?!”

“Present.”

“Are… are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?”

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

“I, uh… I think we’ve gone too far.”

“You mean that?”

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

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

“For what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s all I ask. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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

“Are you okay?” Destiny asked.

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

“Oh… wait, where’s the phone?”

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

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

“Oh.”

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

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

“It isn’t one. So… we wait?”

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