Mutual Development

"Hey, Nicky, turn around and show me those jeans?"

Nick sighed, turning around from the sink. He hated when she called him Nicky, and she knew it.

"What's up, Kate?"

Kate looked down Nick's slim body, biting her lip. "Are those jeans... A little small on you?"

He rolled his eyes and turned back to the sink, then stood still for a moment. "Uh. Hold on. Did they shrink in the wash?"

"When's the last time you washed your jeans, Nicky?"

She pushed her chair out from the dining table and walked behind him. He felt the soft curves of her chubby body press into his back, her arms wrapping around him.

"No, Nicky, it's not the jeans. Wanna take them off for me?"

"Here?"

She responded not in words but by kissing the side of his neck, running her hands down to his crotch and giving it a light squeeze. She briefly widened her eyes in surprise as Nick gasped, his hands shaking for a moment on the dish brush, before sinking into a smile again.

"Ooh, we're playing are we? Is your cock feeling all sensitive, Nicky?"

He grunted. "I-I'm not playing, it-aauughnnn..." He shuddered as she grabbed it again, then started to pull him away from the sink. "Let's go over to the couch and see exactly what's happening to your dicky, Nicky."

He didn't protest as she led him over, pushing him down and starting to slide down his jeans. Nick wore plain white briefs over what, if he was being truly honest, was an unimpressive five-inch endowment.

Normally.

"Whoa! Check it out, Little Nicky!"

His underwear was strangely full – and a little moist. Kate brought her hand up, testing the weight with a palm, making him draw in a sharp breath. She watched intently, and her mouth dropped open as she watched his package expand a little before her eyes, the elastic stretching across new flesh.

"K-kate, did it just-gggguh!" Kate squeezed hard, looking up at him fiercely.

"I didn't say you could talk, did I? You interrupted my fun. Don't do it again." She let go and kept watching rapturously as Nick's underwear grew tighter and tighter. He was panting and starting to sweat as the expansion became obvious to him. There was a pulsating pressure between his legs, sort of like the feeling of needing to go to the bathroom, and it came in waves and flows along with a slowly building prickling heat. His hands moved downwards but Kate slapped them away.

"Don't you dare." She caressed her nails around the expanding mass, prompting another pulsing surge of growth. "This is incredible. I have no idea why this could be happening."

Kate was a terrible liar. "Kate, what did-ggggauah!"

She squeezed again, hard. "No talking."

By now his briefs were stretched tight over his growing manhood, cutting into the soft flesh. Every inch of his expanded genitals were outlined against the fabric and his testicles were starting to bulge out of the sides. There was a faint gurgling sound issuing from them, like an upset stomach.

Nick gasped as there was a ripping noise and one of the seams split, prompting a contented moan from his lover. She grabbed either side of the burst seam and tore them open, letting the full extent of his swollen junk fall out against the couch with a heavy thud.

His dick was six inches long, even though it was fully flaccid. A clear fluid was dripping from the end, where his bloated, puffy foreskin was bunching up. Underneath his balls were bigger than tennis balls and radiating heat. They sat heavily in his loose, expanded sack, drooping down over the side of the couch. Kate gripped his cock by the base and flopped it from side to side a little bit, staring at Nick with deep eyes past the flaccid tube of his meat.

"Wow, Nicky, you're so big now. You must feel so huge and manly and in control now, right?" She leaned in and nibbled at the doughy foreskin, sliding her tongue past it to nestle just at the tip of his cock, making Nick shriek and buck, his hands gripping the couch cushions tightly.

"Fuck, Kate! It's too-aaauigh!"

She'd squeezed one of his balls at the same time as biting lightly on his foreskin and squeezing into the spongy shaft, looking up at him and giggling. His cock was pulsing madly, like it was going erect, but instead of getting hard it was growing longer and fatter with each passing moment. His balls were expanding in the same heartbeat fashion, the previously faint gurgling noise now audible throughout the room, groaning and churning. Kate pulled back for a moment to slip off her shirt and then unhook her bra, grinning up at Nick as her fat, pale tits fell down and flattened across her chest, freckle-dusted and capped with thick pink nipples. She grabbed them and held them up, her nipples pointing straight at Nick, gently separating and mashing them together in circular patterns.

"Okay, pet. I want that big twitchy cock to get hard for me so I can have some fun."

"Kate, it's too much, I don't think I-" he squeaked, cut off short as Kate grabbed one of his balls with a serious, unamused expression.

"Again, pet, I didn't ask you to talk or think, did I? I want you to apologise for interrupting me."

His brow wrinkled until she squeezed again, making him yelp. "I'm sorry!"

"From now on you will refer to me as Mistress until I tell you otherwise. This giant cock is too ridiculous for you to be anything but a play pet, so you're going to behave like one. Understood?"

He went to reply but seeing Kate's expression thought better of it. "Y-yes."

"Yes who?"

"Yes mistress?"

"Good. Now, before that silly little display I was going to put your stupidly huge dick between my big, soft, fat titties and rub it until it got hard for me. But you don't deserve titties any more, not until you learn to behave. Get on the floor."

He slid off the couch, gasping as his balls swung out of control, slapping against his legs and then the carpet. His cock swayed from side to side, flicking off small gobs of fluid.

"Be careful with those ridiculous livestock balls, you klutz! I've got plans for those. On the floor!"

Red-faced, Nick laid down on the floor, his genitals still aching and pulsing with growth. His cock flopped down across his stomach leaving a gooey trail. His legs had to spread slightly to make room for his testicles. Kate strode over him, now completely nude, staring down at him from over her tits and stomach, before she turned around and planted herself straight onto his face.

She wiggled, mashing the hot cauldron of her fat pussy and chubby thighs into his face before picking up his rubbery dick with a free hand. "Go on, fucktoy. You lost titty privileges, so this is what you get until I'm satisfied that you're very sorry for interrupting me."

He desperately started to lick, making Kate take a deep, rattling breath before she began exploring his still-growing cock. She held it upright, eyes wide with awe at how far up it reached completely flaccid, then bit her lip as she watched it pulse and swell again.

"Wooow, it's still going. They really didn't lie about how well those droplets would work."

She heard a questioning noise from underneath her pussy and squeezed her thighs until it stopped. She thought for a moment, then raised her hips off Nick's face, letting him catch a few desperate breaths until plunging back down again.

Holding his cock up with one hand, she used the other to start gently peeling his moist, sticky foreskin away from the tip. The glans she revealed was bright red and hot, and even just gently blowing on it prompted a muffled shriek from her boyfriend underneath her, as well as an extra-loud groan from his overstuffed balls. She leaned forward and gripped it at the base again, letting the whole flaccid length flop down and slap against his stomach, Nick twitching and shuddering underneath her with the sensation, before dragging her hand back up it to slide the skin back to where it had started.

She felt it twitch, not the pulsing she'd been feeling of his growth but a different sensation, and her lips curled into a smile. One more slow, lascivious stroke, combined with another wiggle on his face before letting him get some more air, and his cock was definitely a bit more rigid than it had been, and a lot bigger. He shuddered and moaned and whined like he was in pain, but he couldn't stop himself from slowly starting to grow erect. Kate treated herself to the delicious sensation of him screaming into her pussy by gently probing the slit of his dick with her tongue.

It pulsed and swelled rapidly now, combining his growth with the march towards erection. His balls were growing even faster to match, each one now the size of a cantaloupe. His scrotum was expanding to make room, and with his balls bunched between his legs they swam in a mass of soft, wrinkled skin. Kate slid forward along his body, hearing him gasp behind her ass, until she straddled his torso and could pull his hardening cock up against her.

She pulled the shaft against her stomach and nestled it between her breasts, then reached down around it and lifted up his bloated testicles, rubbing her hands into them to indulge in the plush texture of his new scotrum. They gurgled audibly and, for their size, were ridiculously heavy. She let the mounds fall out of her hands, observing how the loose folds of spongy flesh stretched out from the sudden movement of weight. Leaning past his shaft she pushed her face into the mass, rubbing her cheek against it, taking a deep breath. His pained whimpers from behind her only added to her fun.

"They're sensitive, aren't they, pet?" She lifted one back up and gently bit into it, shuddering as he whined. "God, they're so loud and heavy. They're all full, aren't they pet? Stuffed full to the brim with load after load of thick subby cum?"

He could only moan in reply, his mind being carpet-bombed by the oversensitive flesh that had sprouted between his legs. They were heavy though, and so full that they ached with pressure. She returned her focus to his cock, now almost fully hard, as thick as a soda can and projecting up to her breastbone.

"Now that's a fuckstick worthy of my toy. No offense, Little Nicky, but you've always been just a little bit disappointing down there, and while it was fun humiliating you about it you know I've always been a bit of a size queen."

She gripped it in one hand and started to lazily stroke, feeling Nick writhe underneath her as he whined. "I mean it is a shame that your big new fuck-pole is so oversensitive that it's completely out of your control and there's no way you'll ever be able to do anything with it aside from be played with by me, but that's a small price to pay for my entertainment, isn't it?"

Even if Nick had been game to speak back to her, he wasn't capable of it. The feeling of Kate just gently playing with him was enough to shut down all of his higher-order thoughts. It was like an off-switch for his brain. Kate let her tits droop around it, then wrapped one hand around to hold them together into a canyon of sweaty cleavage that grabbed at the thick skin of his dick and started to rub it up and down against the shaft.

"Go on, pet. I want to see you cum. That's all you're good for now, isn't it? Getting hard and shooting cum everywhere like an animal? You know you want to. Just admit it and cum."

He wanted desperately to object. His brain tried to rally some sort of resistance, even just a response, but his thoughts were slow and muddy, his brain being dragged through a hot pink fog of pure pleasure. All he could feel was the dull thud in his oversized cock and the ache in his swollen balls, like every other sensation had been switched off to provide more room for every inch of his shaft.

Kate was grinding her whole body against it now, squeezing the base with her thighs, rubbing her belly against the middle and fucking the top with her tits. Suddenly Nick's eyes flew open, a low, gravely moan rose from his throat and his hips began to buck as his whole body tensed in expectation. His balls groaned even louder, overlaid with the sound of thick fluid being pumped and churned, like the sound of an emptying bathtub drain.

It took a few seconds of exquisite agony, and then cum fountained from the end of Nick's cock in the most spectacular cumshot Kate had ever seen. In just a single pump enough cum to fill a soda can sprayed hard enough to hit the ceiling. Another pump, then another, and another, Nick squealing as his balls unloaded more spunk than Kate had ever seen in her entire life. She let it spray across her face and chest, indulging in the sensation of the hot slime on her skin, letting it slide down her throat, but mostly just watching as it fountained in endless ropes across the room.

A full minute later the crippling spasms finally stopped and Nick just lay there, near-comatose, spunk coating him like the world's worst glazed doughnut. His balls had settled back into a more even gurgling noise, having stopped growing once they reached the size of soccer balls. His cock, though, was still steel-hard, so much so it could barely throb, beet-red with the pressure inside it. Kate's eyes lit up and she retrieved a small bottle from a nearby cupboard, feeding three drops of fluid into her mouth.

"That was incredible, pet. I'm glad you're still hard, though, because you are not even close to done." She stood over him again, pulling his cock down until the tip could kiss her pussy, gently rubbing herself against him until his dick was practically leaping at her.

"You're going to fuck me."

He looked up at her, and then downwards at the oversized log of his expanded cock. "B-but, I... you can't..."

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, fuckpole."

Juices glistened at her entrance, her breathing rattling as she kept rubbing herself against his tip, until she seemed to decide she was done and pushed. He slipped inside her, drawing a shuddering gasp.

"Oh fuck, that's... Mmm..."

She wiggled her hips, moaning, sliding more of him inside her bit-by-bit. She stopped periodically, letting herself acclimatise, giving the drug she took more time to work its magic inside her. Nick grunted and twitched, her pussy stretching around his oversized dick and squeezing down on every inch of the oversensitive pole with a torturous flood of feeling.

Kate gasped exultantly as he finally bottomed out inside her. She placed her hand on her stomach, following it up, trying to work out how the drops had let all of this fit inside her and visibly giving up and focusing on starting to rock herself against him. She gripped her fat breasts, holding them in place as she pushed her legs to slowly rise up, before letting herself drop back down, getting into a slow but determined bouncing cowgirl rhythm.

Mashing her hands into her breasts, feeling herself speared and spread apart in a way she could never have imagined, it only took a few minutes until she had to stop bouncing to allow an orgasm to flood her body, a full-body muscle-seizing set of spasms that left her eyes rolling and her mouth slack. Her pussy shuddered and squeezed, compounding the pleasure she was feeling into a feedback loop that left her almost senseless.

It took quite some time before she recovered and started to work against Nick again, and her newly-minted toy was clearly suffering. His face was bright-red, slicked with sweat, and his impossibly-hard cock could barely even throb. The pleasure had long become unbearable, an endless exquisite suffering such that when his orgasm finally arrived, he couldn't even react to it. It was just a blip in the sensation, a minor groan from his voiceless torment. However, as Kate felt his cock lurch, his overproductive testicles heralded what was coming with the loudest and fiercest noise they'd made the entire encounter, the bathtub drain sound amplified two fold, before they pumped the first shot of thick, overheated fluid inside her. She moaned in delight, rocking her hips back and forth as he kept shooting off, letting the pressure of cum build until her stomach bulged.

He gasped in pain as she raised herself off him, slowly extracting two feet of meat from inside her and letting her body react to the sudden emptiness. Cum poured from her pussy down into Nick's lap as she stood up, pooling in the soft sea of his scrotum, gobs of the stuff rolling down the side of his cock. She finally extracted herself, the fat head of his dick popping out from inside her, and swung a leg over to stand next to him, breathing heavily.

"Well that was incredible. I'm going to enjoy this new you, Nicky-toy. I mean, you don't have much of a choice, it's not like you're good for anything else with that ridiculous cock and those stupid droopy oversized balls. You won't even be able to walk without kicking them. Actually, I want to see you try and walk some time."

Nick couldn't speak as Kate walked away. His cock was still erect, still overfull and red, and it didn't feel as though it was even close to becoming flaccid again. Kate grinned as she watched it sway, giving the glans a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, yeah, those drops mean once you get it up you stay hard for hours. I think they said you're good for something like nine or ten orgasms before you go soft again? Getting more sensitive and desperate each time? Very good stuff."

As she spoke she absent-mindedly strapped on her bra again. Her brow furrowed, and she went to adjust it. "Did I pick up the wrong bra? This one feels... Ohhh..."

Her chest heaved as she took in a deep breath. Her boobs were ridiculously sensitive. "Must have overstimulated myself with Nicky. Going to have to punish him for- oooOOH!"

She felt a sick, bloated sensation in her chest, and before her eyes a slow creep of pale flesh bulged out over the cups of her bra. When it stopped, her bra looked two sizes too small for her.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Her eyes flicked to the bottle on the counter, reaching out for it to read the label.

Subjects will express the compound in bodily fluids for 24 hours. Avoid mixing with similar compounds or side-effects may occur.

She moaned again as the feeling surged in her breasts again and they expanded against her bra, more flesh spilling out over and around the cups. She reached back to unhook it and struggled to pull the hooks apart with the pressure her new volume was putting on them. It took another surge of growth and a desperate wrench to snap the hooks, letting her breasts tumble free and slap against her chest.

They pulsed with heat and sensation, the veins visible in the pale freckle-dusted skin, and free of the confines of her bra she could tell with a sinking feeling that they were absolutely, undoubtedly bigger. She was already gifted with the massive chest of a lucky overweight girl, and the last few minutes had kicked her over into absurdly big. They were fuller, too, the flabby mounds growing not just bigger but rounder, every few seconds heralding another surge of expansion. She grabbed them as if to try to slow them down but that only drew a rattling moan from her as they plumped against her fingers.

Already, between the new size and the way they were filling out, she looked twice as big as when she'd started. Her nipples were keeping pace, the mounds growing longer and thicker to match her expanding size, her areolas stretching as her flesh did. They were burning hot but also tantalisingly soft, spilling out from around her hands in plush piles that just kept growing. They hung to her belly button when she let them go now, extending a foot outwards from her body at their widest point, beginning to weigh on her back.

"P-please, no, I don't... I don't want this..."

If anything they only began growing faster in response to her pleading. Looking down she could watch them consuming her view, her feet a distant memory against the advancing wave of titflesh. She could feel their weight increasing moment-to-moment, resting further down along her body. She reached down to try and lift them up, hissing as they sent bolts of pleasure up her spine, and staggered back over to the couch. Another surge of growth and they practically vaulted out of her arms, sending her tumbling forward, lying next to Nick on the floor. In the time it took her to get on top of the sensations and gather her breath to stand back up, she realised they were too heavy. She grunted and strained, trying to get her legs under her to lift, but their unstoppable growth left her completely pinned down by the time she could move around. She couldn't even drag them now, trying desperately to heave them in any direction but only succeeding in rolling onto them, each one bigger than a beanbag chair, ripples passing through them with each motion.

"Nick! Fucking help me!"

Nick groaned, turning over, his eyes going wide as he suddenly came back to his senses and saw his girlfriend's gigantic tits. He stood up, gasping as he accidentally kicked one of his dangling balls, and observed the full extent of what had happened to Kate. They were still growing, expanding across the floor as he watched.

"What happened?"

"That stupid drug I gave you happened! Help me stand up!"

Kate was kicking helplessly, slapping at her breasts. She was more boob than woman by volume now. Her nipples alone were bigger than her breasts had started out. Their growth was slowing now, but even with that there was no way she was going to be able to move under her own power.

"Stop staring at me, asshole, and help me!"

He stared at the sea of cleavage underneath her, then down at his straining, overworked cock. He looked back up, licking his lips, and knelt down in front of her, letting his erection nestle between them.

"How many orgasms did you say it'd take for my cock to go flaccid?"

Her anger only just managed to crest the way her pussy was screaming at the feeling of his fluids leaking down between her boobs.

"Don't you dare!"

"Come on honey, I'm just going to fuck your tits until I can think again, and then I'll help you."

"Nick you asshole, I swear to God I'll- aaahuuughh!"

Her eyes rolled in her head as Nick's cock slid between her breasts. With their enhanced sensitivity the sensation was even better than the feeling of fucking him. Her tits sloshed around him as he humped them, Kate squirming and spasming in orgasmic pleasure until Nick groaned and began to unload between them, his balls groaning as he unloaded more than a gallon of spunk into her cleavage. She could feel it squishing around, leaking down, even a bit that had sprayed out past them onto her stomach. Nick let himself rest on them for a moment, cock still rock-hard, until he started to thrust again.

Part of Kate never wanted him to stop.

Anomaly

Clarissa slumped back in her chair and adjusted her glasses, settling in for the makeup tutorial she'd pulled up on YouTube. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was supposed to be studying, but the prospect of vegging out in front of the computer was so much more satisfying.

She shifted slightly, tugging at her panties to resettle them, twisting the old t-shirt she was wearing back to where it was supposed to be, but stopped before unpausing the video. Her skin was prickling, the faint hairs on her arms standing on end.

Suddenly there was a crackling burst from the common room of her dorm, like an exploding transformer. She jumped up, her headphones pulling off her head and clattering to the floor, leaping to the other side of her room and throwing open the door.

Two complete strangers stood in her common room. Strangers not only in that she didn't know them, but also in simply being strange. The taller of the two was clearly male, bulky and mesomorphic. On top of his dark brown skin were a series of mottled and craggy plates, as though he was wearing armour made of rock.

His companion was female, shorter than him, although still impressively tall. Her skin was a saturated royal blue, and her long ponytail and sensual lips were both bright pink, contrasting starkly against her skin. She was impressively lithe and fit.

Both strangers were dressed neck to toe in red and black textured jumpsuits, with a strange logo joining the two sides of the suit at the breast. The woman peered into a wrist-mounted device which projected a small image in 3D, while the man performed sweeps with a long metal rod. They both stopped and looked at Clarissa as she burst out into the room, who stood for a moment, and then screamed.

The female turned suddenly to the large, rocky male, speaking in an unknown language. The male tapped a small device over his ear, extending a small stem down near his mouth. He coughed, then began speaking in a rolling baritone.

"Epsilon-phi quadrant resident, please, stay calm. We mean you no harm. We are performing a routine sweep of this area after we detected anomalous readings, and we will leave as soon as is practical. You will have no memory of our presence."

Some of the abject terror left Clarissa, but she still took shallow, panicked breaths. "W-what? Epsilon-phi? What? Who are you?"

The woman looked across. Her voice purred. "We are members of the Universal Emergency Response Unit. This sector displayed concerning readings in the stability of the local space-time continuum and we were dispatched to investigate."

Clarissa blinked, standing stock still. "Did I hit my head coming out of my room?"

The large man shrugged. "It is entirely possible."

The woman spoke, still looking at the readout from her wrist-mounted holograph. "Do they not educate young Epsilon-Phians on the workings of the Universal Assembly? Who is your delegate?"

Clarissa's head spun. "What are you talking about?"

The two intruders looked at each other, before the man spoke. "Oh. This is Sol 3, isn't it? I've heard Sol 3 is... uh, a very rustic planet. My apologies. We are what you call "aliens." I am Glethrag. This is Xianshi. You are..?"

"Uh, Clarissa." Clarissa began pinching her arm, to no avail. She apparently wasn't dreaming.

Suddenly the woman's wrist-mounted device began to beep in an insistent, high-pitch tone. "Glethrag! Confirmed, we have sprites!"

Glethrag's expletive came out in alien language, apparently untranslatable. "Are they contained?"

"No, they're live, they're live!"

Suddenly a small glowing mote of pink light zipped into the room, leaving a small trail of sparkling particles. It hovered in midair for a moment, and then without warning it flew straight at Clarissa and into her chest.

She immediately felt warmth spread through her, accompanied by a wave of heat and a prickling sensation across her body and scalp and a light, pattering sound – the sound a twinkling star would make, if it made a sound. The two alien intruders scrambled, the man, apparently Glethrag, bounding out into the hall after the glowing mote, and the woman heading across to Clarissa. As Xianshi reached her, the glowing mote reformed, flying out of her body and disappearing.

"Clarissa, you- oh, no."

"What, what happened? I feel weird."

"Um. Does your species regularly shift pigmentation?"

"What?"

Xianshi sighed. "Do you normally change colours?"

Clarissa stood staring wide-eyed for a moment, then rushed into the bathroom, screaming again as her reflection came into view. Her hair had turned a bright, saturated royal blue. It didn't have the limp look of dye or a wig, but looked lush and full of life. Where her hair before had been straight and frizzy, it now fell in bouncy waves to her shoulders. Her eyebrows had similarly shifted, and closer inspection revealed the faint hairs on her arms were a pale cyan.  She staggered back into the common room.

"What the fuck is going on?!" The prickling sensation stopped, but the heat was still there. It started to move, though, collecting in the pit of her stomach and spreading between her legs.

Xianshi was tapping away at her wrist device, several pulsing red lights visible within the hologram. "Oh no, there are multiple signatures. They're everywhere!"

"What are? Why is my hair blue?!" Clarissa kept twisting her hair around her finger, staring at the colour as it shimmered. It was, she noted through the terror and confusion, a remarkably attractive shade – just utterly bizarre. She shifted, uncomfortably aware that she was still hot between the legs.

"Clarissa, please stay calm. This appears to be an incursion of pseudoautonomous psionic entities, generally called "sprites." They are capable of warping localised space-time and causing disjoints in reality – like your hair. If left unchecked they can be catastrophic and can collapse the local space-time continuum completely. I must confess, the particular change they have caused in you is... unusual."

Clarissa blinked. "Collapse space-time?" It sounded bad, but she was actually having trouble focusing on anything outside the dull throb of her vagina.

"Correct. I would say wiping out probably this solar system, and very likely much more. They appear in response to weaknesses in the fabric of space-time. Can you think of any possibilities locally? Perhaps the site of a large psionic event?"

Clarissa decided at this point to continue saying nothing, partially because she had nothing to say and partially because it was becoming exceedingly difficult to think. Xianshi blinked. "Oh, no. Your world is pre-psionic? This is bad."

As if to punctuate that, another sprite zipped into the room. The two women scattered to either side, letting it fly between them, but as if hunting her down it rounded on Clarissa and flew straight into her chest, absorbing into her, filling her briefly with a sensation of energy.

The energetic feeling hung for a moment before flowing through her, concentrating into her breasts. She gasped lightly, feeling her nipples grow erect as tightness and warmth spread through her mounds – a pleasant sensation, especially as the heat between her legs increased.

She whined lightly, and the twinkling sound began again, underlined by a low bass note like a finger slowly being dragged across a rubber balloon. A feeling passed through her breasts, a tight, overfull ache like the feeling of finishing a big meal, and before her eyes they swelled up.

It wasn't much, in the scheme of things, but it was definitely noticeable, especially since the sensation of them filling accompanied a pulse through her already-revved-up nethers. There was a second surge of growth, the bizarre sound even louder, and the urge to plunge her hand down the front of her panties became unbearable. Instead she allowed her hands to rise up to her boobs, feeling them grow against her fingers. Her nipples throbbed against the fabric, tight, hard and sensitive.

They surged again, filling her hands and drawing out a long moan. "F-fuuuck... Oh God!"

Xianshi picked herself up, her mouth dropping open as she spotted Clarissa groping herself. She immediately leapt for a case she'd left sitting on the floor, rummaging through it for something, then sprinted over to the dazed, swelling girl. She slapped a device onto Clarissa's wrist, very similar to the one on her own. Immediately, the horrible stretching sound ceased, and Clarissa's moans died off to just hard panting. The feeling of energy pulsed and the sprite leapt from her body, flying away.

"O-oh... Oh my God... W-what happened? It wouldn't stop..."

"Our field computers contain dimensional anchors. They regulate your wave function and lock your position in space-time, preventing any further modification of your reality signature."

"Oh." Clarissa's voice hovered between relief and disappointment. Xianshi coughed. "Clarissa, would you come with us? We require local knowledge and a guide."

"Uh, y-yes. Sure! Just let me get dressed." She stumbled out back into her dorm, just managing to shut the door behind her before stripping off her shirt and plunging a hand down the front of her panties, the other sliding up to grip one of her new breasts and squeeze.

She'd always been small up top, only graduating up to a C cup along with her freshman fifteen – realistically, she was chubby and disproportionately small in the chest. Combined with their flat, unappealing shape, she'd always been self-conscious of her overall figure. Now, though, she sported a huge, round, perfect pair of thick-nippled breasts – and though the mounting pleasure of growth was ebbing away, they were fabulously sensitive and the previous sensations of arousal weren't going anywhere. She was soaked through.

They hung in a perfect teardrop and jiggled deliciously on her chest, her nipples tracing patterns in the air. Their weight was immense, and as she leaned forward, bracing herself against her desk for better reach downstairs, they swung forward, bobbing against each other and sending little pulses of pleasure straight down to her crotch. One of them alone more than filled one of her hands.

She ground her hips against her hand, her middle finger slipping inside her sopping wet passage as the pad of her thumb pressed against her clitoris. The pleasurable sensation of her bouncing tits, especially being able to watch them sway and hang, gave her an idea.

She gripped one, pushing it forward, rotating it around so that her new swollen nipple met her lips. She whined into the bulk of her breast, suckling deeply on her sensitive tip, compounding the pleasure as she continued to rub herself. The moans and whines became more frequent, more frenzied, muffled by the wobbling flesh of her new breast, until they finally hit a peak.

She shuddered against her desk, her nipple dropping from her mouth as it went slack, her thick hips humping the air, stationery and papers scattering everywhere as her body shook uncontrollably. With a final shriek she fell back onto the floor, panting and groaning, her new voluminous blue hair plastered to her face with sweat.

"Holy shit. What was that? That was fucking awesome!"

She picked herself up, giggling at the unfamiliar motion and weight of her breasts, then shook her head lightly. Serious time now, things were serious, and the fate of space-time couldn't wait for her to spend the next few hours masturbating, no matter how horny she was or how delicious her new chest felt. Being a big-titted blue-haired beauty could wait.

She grabbed a new pair of panties, discarding her current pair with a wet slap. Of course, the new pair weren't going to last long either, but it was still an improvement. Out of amusement she held the cups of one of her old bras up to her chest, grinning as she realised that not only did the cups no longer fit, her new frontage was easily three times what would have fit. She was huge. She retrieved her discarded shirt, which while tight across the chest at least covered the girls, pulled on some pants and made her way back over to Xianshi.

Glethrag had rejoined her. His brow pulled up quizzically as he spied the valiant efforts of Clarissa's shirt to stretch over her tits, her nipples on full, fat display through the fabric. She grinned again, shaking them lightly. He coughed, looking back at his field computer.

"I can't tell where the next manifestation is going to occur, but it will be larger than the last. Space-time is rapidly thinning. It's-"

The computer started to beep urgently. Glethrag looked down, and then pointed. "That way, approximately eighty metres."

"Jackson dorm! My friend lives there. Follow me!"

The trio made their way out, Glethrag slightly oversized for the corridors. There was an internal passage between the two dorm buildings, and when they made their way through, Clarissa guided them up the stairs until Glethrag indicated it was the correct floor. Clarissa's stomach dropped as she realised not only was it her friend Kylie's dorm, it was Kylie's room, and a scream issued from it as they approached. The door was locked, but dorm room doors are notoriously unsuited to keeping out seven-foot-tall walking slabs of muscle and granite, and Glethrag made quick work of it.

The sprites had already manifested. They spiralled around each other in the centre of the room as Kylie and her boyfriend Craig looked on in shock, before launching off in all directions. Three of them curved in, rounding on Craig, while two made their way toward Kylie. They phased inside the bodies of the pair, wreathing both of them in pale pink light.

Clarissa ran over to Kylie to check on her.  Her best friend was as tall, ginger and skinny (and flat) as ever, but as she approached she heard the same twinkling sound and underlying rubbery bass that had heralded her own growth. Kylie's eyes went wide, her hands flying to her breasts as she felt them slowly fill from the inside.

"Clarissa? Is that y-oh, God, what's happening to me-aaah!"

She was wearing a small, tight tank top, and it was obvious to both women that her breasts were far more prominent against the fabric. Another twinkle, and the horrible stretching sound, and they swelled even further. Kylie moaned, falling back against her bed, her top stretched tight between the two mounds. Clarissa looked back at Xianshi.

"Quick, can you get her one of these computers?"

She shook her head. "I only had one spare." Kylie moaned again, clutching her breasts as they surged with size again, and even over the sound of their growth the room's occupants could hear the sound of Kylie's top stretching to accommodate them.

Hearing Craig groan behind her made Clarissa pivot. At first it didn't look like Craig had changed at all, but then Clarissa realised that he was practically swimming in his clothes. In front of her eyes, she saw him shrink into his t-shirt, while at the same time his hands flew to his head where his messy light brown hair was growing down his head, already falling past his ears in flowing tresses, the colour fading at the roots.

"Wh-what's happening to me-eee?" His voice cracked halfway through the last word, and his hands clapped over his mouth. "What is going o-oh?" His voice had slipped into a higher register, and now not only did he appear to be shrinking, but his arms were starting to slim down. In fact, when the light caught his face in certain ways, he almost looked like a...

"Oh God. Craig, you're... You're turning into a girl!"

He immediately bolted upright, his clothes billowing around him. He was unquestionably shorter and slimmer, except around the ass and hips, where, if anything, he seemed to have grown. Clarissa bit her lip as she spied Craig's erection, contributing to holding up his pants, although on reflection it seemed... small.

Before her eyes, it started to recede, the bulge in his pants shrinking until they were completely smooth, hanging only by his impressive hips. One of his hands shot down under the waistband, and his wide-eyed expression told Clarissa all she needed to know.

From behind Clarissa, Kylie moaned again. Her breasts were still expanding, her slim top now straining to hold the flesh packed into it.

"T-tight... Can't breathe..."

Glethrag immediately strode over and grabbed either side of her shirt, shredding it like tissue paper. Huge, milky white breasts, heavily sprinkled with freckles and capped with wide pale areolas, fell down out of their restrictive prison and bounced and wobbled to a stop at the bottom of Kylie's ribcage.

Clarissa turned, her shout of surprise dying in her throat as she found herself transfixed by the new massive mounds of breast flesh on her friend's chest. She'd never seen tits so huge or perfectly formed...

She shook her head, trying to clear it over the rush of heat from her revved-up nethers. "G-Glethrag, what did you do?"

He shrugged. "The female was in distress. The growth is likely to proceed much further, and her clothing was only going to create additional pressure."

Kylie's hands flew to cover her nipples in shock, but touching them only made her moan again, her eyes hooded. "Oh, mmm, what's happening? M-my tits..."

Her breasts surged forward with growth again, accompanied by an audible twinkle and a whine from Kylie. They crept down her chest, her nipples starting to change position as the sheer gelatinous bulk bloated behind them, starting to point slightly downwards and to either side of her chest.

Craig was having his own chest emergency. Underneath his oversized shirt, his nipples had puffed up, so hard they actually ached. With one hand already exploring what was unquestionably a new vulva, his other pressed into one of his diamond-hard tips, trying to push the ache out of them. Unfortunately it only succeeded in delivering bolts of sensation down to his new genitals.

He pitched forward, one hand mashing in between his legs and the other tugging at his nipple. Thick, wavy, bright-blonde hair cascaded down past his shoulders. He moaned, tongue lolling from his mouth, and Clarissa realised that his lips had swollen up as well, accompanying a subtle but distinct feminisation of his facial features.

Clarissa could only watch helplessly as Kylie and her boyfriend transformed. Worse, with how turned-on she was from her own transformation, watching it happen was making her pussy throb with desire. Kylie's tits were showing no sign of slowing, gigantic bloated teardrops that were beginning to overflow her cradled arms and heaved with each panicked breath and wobbled with the slightest movements of her body.

Her nipples had kept pace with the growth, fattening up into tremendous, bulbous nubs that sat atop vast, pebbly areolas. She stared down at them wide-eyed, like she was unable to process the extent of the bulk of her new tits.

"H-how? How did this... M-make it stop!"

Craig's chest, while not even close to the level of growth Kylie was experiencing, was also swelling up rapidly under his shirt. At the same time, streaks of bright pink were beginning to work their way through his still-growing hair, and his swollen lips were beginning to lighten and brighten, a glistening pink sheen spreading across them. He smacked them together and moaned, his hands palming his new breasts.

Kylie squealed as her breasts managed to reach their way down to her thighs, filling the space from her chest to waist with a pair of mounds that rivalled beach balls. She shuddered, sending a ripple through the entire bulk of her new tits, before rearing back with a shriek as the sprites burst from her chest. They flew about a foot away from her before starting to dissolve, fading away into a twirling tornado of motes of pink light, leaving nothing but the panting, trembling girl and her outsized breasts.

Craig followed suit soon after, his lips spreading to allow the sprites to fly out and dissolve one after the other, but not before they left a finishing touch in the form of a thick black eyeline, dark eyeshadow, thick, ultralong dark eyelashes and a pink glittery coating for his eyelids. He hadn't just turned into a girl, he'd turned into the ultimate bimbo.

Clarissa headed straight over to Kylie, who sat staring dumbly at the quivering mass sitting in her lap.

"Kylie, are you okay?"

"Clarissa? W-what happened? My tits, they're..."

"Huge! Um, I mean, it's a long story, but these pink ball things are going around transforming people... The blue girl and the big guy are trying to stop them, and hopefully put us back to normal."

Xianshi coughed. "We cannot repair the alterations to reality made by sprites. That is part of why they're so dangerous."

Kylie blinked, hugging her tits closer to her torso. "I-I'm stuck like this? Clarissa, what am I going to do?!"

"Um, uh, I- look, I'm sure you and Craig can work something out..."

"Oh my god, Craig!" She seemed to forget what had happened to her and launched herself off the bed. Her new centre of gravity immediately took over and sent her toppling to the ground. Her reaction surprised the room, though – instead of a yelp of pain, she let out a deep moan.

"Oohh-mmm, fuck! Th-they're so sensitive!"

"Kylie?" Clarissa didn't recognise the voice, but realised in shock that it was Craig. He- she was now the proud owner of a high, breathy squeak, the perfect companion to her huge, wide eyes and thick-lipped pout. Her hands were still roaming across her breasts and between her legs. The room stood in stunned silence as a caress of one of her diamond-hard nipples brought out an involuntary giggle.

"G-gawd, is this how it feels for girls? My body... My titties-" she punctuated this with another giggle. "I have titties!"

Clarissa hung back tentatively, looking Craig's new bombshell body up and down. "You don't sound upset."

She pouted. "I... I should be, but I'm not? I turned into a girl, but like, it's awesome? I like my big titties, and my pussy, and gawd, my lips..."

She licked them, and shuddered. Behind Clarissa, Glethrag was helping Kylie to her feet. She swayed a little, but stood firm. "Thanks – fuck, they're heavy. I'm surprised I can stand at a-"

She trailed off as she caught sight of Craig's new body. "Oh god, Craig, i-is that you?"

"Kylie!" She stood up and threw her arms around her girlfriend – or at least attempted to. Between Kylie's new tits occupying the best part of a foot away from her body centred between her sternum and thighs and her own new perky pair creating an exclusion zone around her ribcage, the hug was awkwardly pneumatic.

"Babe, your boobies are enormous!"

Kylie grunted as Craig's bombshell body sank into the plush mounds. "Uh, yeah. Craig, are you- are you feeling okay?"

She giggled. "Yeah, but weird. My head's all fizzy. I try to think of some words but they kind of bubble off and disappear. Like boobies. Also I'm, like, super horny."

Craig was also drooling, her thick lips coated with a sheen of spit, and her thighs slick with juice. Her lips didn't seem to be able to close all the way. Kylie suppressed a sob. "We'll get this fixed, Craig. I promise."

"Really babe, I'm okay. Could you do me a favour though?"

"Anything."

"Could you call me Catrina?"

*  *  *

The pair sat back down as the two aliens gave them a crash course in what was happening. Catrina kept giggling and touching herself, almost like a reflex. Kylie was red-faced and panting, her nipples throbbing madly with need. Clarissa sympathised – her own libido was on overdrive, and she'd only been exposed to half a sprite.

She couldn't decide where to direct her attention. Kylie's monstrous tits were fascinating, and Clarissa caught herself wondering what it'd be like to be that huge. On the other hand, Catrina was an eye-catching knockout from the top of her pink and blond hair down to her soft, delicate feet, permanently decorated glossy pink. Every inch of her body screamed sex, especially her gravity-defying perfect tits, and while Clarissa had never entertained being with a girl before, but her revved-up nethers were making the thought very tempting.

Before their lecture was over, Catrina had already pressed herself up beside Kylie, gently tracing her nails across the smooth surface of Kylie's new breasts, her chest heaving as she licked her lips. She suddenly ducked her head down and took one of Kylie's enormous nipples into her mouth, plush lips pressing against the swollen, bumpy mound, her hands spreading out to hug it into her body. Kylie squealed, only not shaking because of the weight on her lap. Clarissa bit her lip, breathing in with a hiss, her thighs squeezing together.

"X-xianshi, why are the sprite things making us feel like this? I've never been this horny in my life."

The alien's brow wrinkled, and she tapped at her computer. "Oh, I see. Mating instinct. I couldn't tell you precisely, but the space-time weakness from which the sprites are generated occurs when a latent psionic's abilities manifest without being properly overseen and regulated and are accompanied by a powerful source of emotion. They react to the emotional state of the latent."

Clarissa stared, standing stock still. "Psionic? Like mind powers?"

Xianshi sighed. "Yes. Mind powers."

"That's fucked up, so there's a psychic around here whose emotions are making these sprites, and the sprites make people super horny and change their bodies?"

"That seems to be the case. More of them will continue to manifest until we find and neutralise the source."

Moans and whines rose from the pair on the bed behind them, Clarissa trying desperately to shut the noise out of her mind and ignore the pulsing of her pussy and her nipples throbbing against her shirt. It occurred to her that Catrina would probably eat her out if she asked nicely.

"I need to be fucked for like three hours before I can think clearly about this shit."

"You have approximately forty-five minutes, at best." Her wrist computer suddenly beeped again, and she turned to the door. "Make that thirty-five.  Fifty metres in this direction." She pointed as Clarissa groaned, trying to think through the fog of lust.

"Uhh, m-more dormitories."

"Lead us there, now!"

As they rounded the corner of the corridor a student burst back through a door, wreathed in the same pink light as before. She clutched at her chest, fingers sinking into the bulging flesh of one breast while the other hand grabbed at just below her other breast. The reason soon became clear as a second set of mounds slowly swelled into view underneath her breasts, playing rapid catch-up on size until four oversized, jiggling breasts filled up her t-shirt, her four swollen nipples printing hard against the stretched fabric. She suddenly moaned as wet spots formed on the grey cotton, spreading out fast from her nipples, the flow increasing as her tits expanded even further.

She fell backwards against the wall, gasping and moaning, white fluid starting to drip from under the hem of her shirt. A large bump started to form on her revealed midriff, a pink hue spreading out from its centre as it swelled out from her body. Her hands moved down to clutch it, like she was trying to hold it back, but the flesh was unstoppable, spreading her fingers and pulling her hands apart as it expanded. By the time it had reached the size of a basketball four bumps appeared on the outside, which began to expand along with the mound until the girl was clutching a large, swollen udder, milk dripping from the rubbery teats. While she squeezed one, the other reached up to one of her quad-stacked boobs, squirting streams of milk into the air from under the hem of her sodden shirt, no longer able to contain the size of the lower set. A pair of tiny pointed horns started to rise from under her hair as her moans turned into moos.

Clarissa walked past her with the alien pair, reluctantly tearing her eyes away from the sea of jiggling titflesh on display, but the noises from the next room led her to peek in. A slim, dark-haired girl stared with wide eyes at the enormous stem of throbbing cock sprouting from between her legs, attracting the eye of a dark-skinned girl whose hourglass curves were straining at the clothes she was wearing as her hands plunged down the front of her shorts. Clarissa had sympathy, because the sight of the girl's new cock was giving her the same feelings. Xianshi grabbed her by the arm and jerked her away from the room as the swelling girl crawled towards her roommate's cock.

Glethrag checked his computer, rumbling. "We're getting close to the source. The spacetime distortions are getting stronger.

He stepped over a leg projecting out through a hole that had been punched in another dormitory door. Behind it, blinking and stunned, was a fifteen-foot-tall tanned blonde clad with breasts the size of beach balls in leftover scraps of shredded clothing. As Clarissa peeked, her shock turned into a slack mouth and hooded eyes and her hands crept down her giant torso.

"What freaky shit isn't this guy into?"

Glethrag stopped outside a door as his wrist computer beeped. "Here! The epicentre is here!"

The alien pair stood to either side of the door, and nodded at each other before Glethrag caved the door in with one stony fist. Inside were three people. The first had a few remaining signs of masculinity that were fading away, replaced by a lush, womanly body with bright-green skin. Their hair looked deep green but on closer inspection was a pile of moss and vines, capped with a large pink-and-yellow flower. Their skin was also covered with a network of thin vines. Their heaving breasts were capped, not with nipples, but with two more unfolding flowers with a large nub in the centre that leaked a thick, clear fluid. They were being ferociously reamed by a tall, toned woman with pointed teeth, yellow, slitted eyes and the stubs of leathery wings growing from her back. Her oversized but perfectly-shaped tits bounced and her abs rippled with each thrust, while at the same time her skin became redder and her hair faded to white. A howl turned into bestial grunts as she began pushing between the plant girl's legs and humping. When she'd spent herself, she pulled back, revealing the thick cherry-red cock sprouting from her crotch that glistened with their juices, a line of pearly cum leading back to the chrysanthemum vagina she'd been slamming. Writhing vines surrounded it, reaching out for the shaft just out of their reach.

Over in the corner in a ratty, overstuffed armchair sat a woman with pointed black cat ears and whiskers sprouting from her cheeks, her eyes locked on the spectacle. One hand was feeding an oversized breast into her mouth, one of the six wobbling mounds adorning her chest, while the other was plunged into her panties, working away rapidly. She was perched atop a rump and thighs that spread out across the seat of the chair, pushing against the arms on either side, a black tail swishing behind her as she jilled off.

On the other side of the room was a closed door with a pink glow bleeding out from behind the gap at the bottom. Glethrag and Xianshi stepped past the rutting pair and stationed themselves either side of the door. Xianshi gave a signal-

-and the door exploded outwards. Everyone in the room was caught in the blast of rose-tinted energy. Clarissa, being furthest away, was just thrown back out into the corridor. The demon girl and plant girl were sent spiralling in each others arms, picking themselves up and immediately beginning to fuck each other again. The demon girl's wings spread out in triumph, growing larger and darker, her hair cascaded down to her feet which developed long bone spurs coming down from the heels in an organic facsimile of a stiletto, and her eyes glowed yellow. The plant girl howled, thick nectar leaking from her mouth and her breasts, her vines and moss becoming thicker, larger, more tangled. Between them was now not one, but two scarlet shafts.

Glethrag and Xianshi's wrist computers were both shorted out by the sudden flare of energy. Before she could even pick herself up, the azure alien moaned, reaching down to her midriff which was starting to bloat. The twinkling sound paired by the stretched-out, deep bass note was so loud that it almost blocked out all other sound. Her hands spread apart as her stomach swelled, soon joined by her breasts which were bulging against the tight leather of her uniform. She pulled the top apart with a howl of triumph, revealing twin streams of light-blue fluid dripping from her bright-pink nipples. Within less than a minute her stomach looked as though she'd swallowed a beach ball, and streams of the cyan liquid squirted from breasts like prize pumpkins, the blue beauty now unquestionably and massively pregnant.

Glethrag's groans dipped in frequency as his body shrank, his broad shoulders and thick back deflating by the second, his rocky armoured plates smoothing out and shrinking along with his body until he couldn't have been more than five feet tall and rail-thin, his dark-brown skin covered with plates of a thin tan ceramic. He moaned again, light and airy, and clutched at his chest as it rapidly expanded out.  His deep eyes went wide as he pushed back against the expanding flesh but his efforts were useless and soon he was pinned down by a pair of breasts that together would have easily been twice his new weight.

Clarissa stepped between them, looking down at Xianshi. Her cheeks flared pink as she rubbed one hand across the expanse of her cobalt-coloured belly and squeezed streams of blue milk out of one of her bloated breasts. Her stomach was so large that her legs had to spread either side of it to accommodate it. She wasn't walking anywhere in a hurry. Similarly, even if Glethrag's new body was able to hold his breasts up, just the sensation of dragging them across the carpet left him in spasms of pleasure.

It's up to me. I have to do this. The realisation dampened even her revved up libido, and she took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

Every scrap of furniture in the tiny dorm had been thrown against the walls. In the centre of the room a young man was suspended in midair, his limbs rigid and unmoving, pink energy pulsing from him in a steady stream. His eyes blazed with the same colour. Clarissa barely noticed any of that, though, because her eyes were magnetically drawn to the enormous eighteen-inch penis projecting straight up from between his legs, throbbing angrily, occasionally letting out a gob of thick, pink fluid that dripped down the length and onto his bloated balls. He suddenly moaned, his cock tightening, and a sprite materialised at the very tip and flew off out through a wall.

She stepped over towards him, salivating, her clitoris and nipples throbbing with need. As soon as her fingers brushed his hardness, the pink aura around him receded slightly as he gave out a rattling moan. The bottom of his shaft was perfectly at head level for her, and as she started to kiss up its underside, she felt force underneath her feet lift her up into the air, wreathing her in the same pink glow, carrying her mouth inexorably to the tip. The size of a fist, his glans was impossible to get into her mouth no matter how hard she tried, whimpering as her lips strained to stretch around it. It barely moved as she pressed her face against it, supernaturally erect.

Looking at his face under the pink blaze she could see he was actually crying with the need to cum. His frustration was feeding so deeply into his newfound mental powers that now he wasn't even allowing himself his own release. There was another surge of energy around her, another sprite making its way past her face and flitting off, and a realisation that felt intuitive at first but soon became clear that it was being sent directly into her head – that, as she was, there was nothing she could do to make him cum, and nothing she could do to stop what was going to happen to her little slice of the universe.

As she was.

She needed to be different. Casting her mind back to the assortment of transformations she'd witnessed in the last hour or so, she could be different. Her fingers gently brushed the computer at her wrist, the only thing standing between her and being invaded body and soul by the fallout of this boy's lust-addled powers. There was no predicting what could happen to her. The changes were irreversible – she could change her life in an instant. On the other hand, a changed life was always going to be preferable to none at all, and she wanted that dick so badly that she almost might have made the decision even if reality itself hadn't been on the line.

She undid the strap and cast the computer to the side of the room. Almost instantly she felt energy flow into her body as two sprites flitted away from the tip of his dick and phased inside her. Twinkling sounds filled her brain as the energetic tension flowed down and between her legs, leaving a pleasant, warm, but somehow empty feeling. She slipped her shorts down and planted her feet on the supernaturally solid air surrounding the man. She gently stretched one leg over him, the tip of his cock kissing her dripping snatch, then pushed.

She slid down on his shaft with the perfect amount of resistance – just enough to feel him stretching and probing her inner walls, but never painful or forced. The sprite was doing incredible work, and as long as this was where it stopped, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Then she felt her breasts tighten.

Fortunately the sinking feeling of knowing she was changing again was smothered by both the sheer pleasure of transforming and the immense log of man-meat she was impaling herself on. She kept sliding down, her face locked in a rictus of pleasure, her breasts expanding by the second. She felt a tingling on her chest, and then more tingling across her whole body as she felt the energy surge of a sprite materialising inside her. She held up an arm as she started to gently rock against him, sliding his oversized dick inside her to the point where she could see it bulging out from her stomach, and saw a dark purple hue spreading through her skin.

She started to rock harder and faster, dropping her arm and just letting the sensations of sex and transformation wash over her. She could tell just from the tingling that changes were cropping up everywhere that by the time she was done no part of her would be even vaguely human any more, but she didn't care. She needed to cum. She could feel his cock growing inside her, plunging deeper into her, hitting more of whatever was letting her take his monstrous length, and with each second she transformed further her sensitivity and need continued to build.

As well as the extra weight of her swelling breasts, she could feel the bouncing of additional weights underneath them. Raising her arms up confirmed the presence of thick, pebbly nipples capping them, carbon copies of her first pair of breasts. Her mouth felt hot and full, her moans being muffled by whatever was in there. Her clit pulsed and throbbed, hot, wet and hard. Her torso ached, her legs were spasming, her body felt out of control, and not just because of the pleasure.

She wasn't sure when she started cumming, exactly, but once she started she couldn't stop, almost going limp as the bulge in her stomach, now grape-purple, swelled. Finally, gloriously, she felt the entire length lurch inside her, hard enough to make her whole body shudder, a gurgling noise rising over the twinkling sound, a few final, fitful jerks, and then the floodgates opened inside her.

Pain blossomed inside her as she began to blow up like a water balloon until more twinkling and tingling replaced the sensation with pleasure. The changes that were still happening to her accelerated. The aches on the side of her torso emerged as a second pair of arms that flailed about for a moment before pressing into her bloating stomach. The pressure behind her clitoris surged even further. The muscles and bones of her legs ached, pulling against themselves. As her vast purple belly expanded to fill everything in the bottom of her vision, the pleasure surged again, this time so powerfully that her vision blurred. One more burst of his endless cum inside of her, and she blacked out, slumping forward completely passed out...

*  *  *

Gentle yellow-tinged sunlight filtered in through a gently-rounded window, the pseudoglass slowly losing opacity to greet the late morning. The light illuminated a tangle of burgundy flax-fibre sheets and vast masses of blue and seafoam-swirled hair on a circular white-steel bed, barely granting modesty to the nude expanses of grape-coloured flesh of a humanoid figure. She shifted and moaned, stretching, four lithe arms emerging and pushing the sheets and hair aside.

She rubbed at her eyes, the sclera faceted and inky-black, another hand reaching up to gently stroke a pair of long, blue-furred antennae back into shape, letting out a sharp but not distressed hiss. Around and behind the antennae her hair fanned out massively, its volume and density enough to hold it into wavy waterfalls that crashed and curled around her body and even itself and give it a life of its own. Its colour seemed to change as the light bounced off it from different directions. From the top of her head extended a pair of wide rabbit ears in the same blue-and-seafoam pattern, the sensitive undersides a light cyan instead. Dark, shiny purple horns curved out from her forehead and backwards behind the ears. Her lips were plump, wide and bright, vivid pink, glistening with some sort of thick gel.

Four breasts larger than the woman's head dominated her upper torso, fat and full and capped with thick nipples the same bright pink as her lips, as wide as a D-cell battery and dripping some sort of thick, pale pink goo. They were matched by the smoothness of her soft, wide hips and thighs, which partway down began to sprout a line of the same blue-green fur as her ears.

She kicked the covers off, revealing more of her lower body – most noticeably the two-foot-long shaft protruding from the cleft of her thighs, the tip bright pink and dripping the same fluid that coated her lips. Her legs bent backwards at the knee, the fur becoming thicker, and then curving forwards again into a pair of large, plush paws, the pads also pink.

She swung her strong, digitigrade legs off the bed and used all four arms to fan out her waves of hair, leaving space for both a set of large iridescent rainbow-coloured wings to unfold, making her grunt with relief, and two slim tentacles to slide out from her lower back and flex. The tentacles were purple, fading to mottled pink on the undersides and at the tip. Perched just above her perfectly round buttocks was a tail of similar construction, except its rigid tip was unmistakeably the same as the bell-shaped glans of her penis. Once she'd been able to spread her wings she fell back on the bed, continuing to fan her hair out and slide back up against the pillows, her fat lips spreading to reveal a smile of perfect white teeth and pointed incisors.

It had taken Clarissa, or Cari'sa as she was going by now, quite some time to get used to her new body. She'd absorbed fetishes like a bathroom mat as she'd fucked for the fate of the universe. Her body bristled with expanded parts, extra limbs, animal and insect parts, a potpourri of transformation, and for each one of the sprites she'd taken into herself, her already-enhanced sex drive multiplied even further.

She thought about sex from the moment she woke up to the second she fell asleep, generally passed out after a mind-wracking series of orgasms. Even now after several months of learning to deal with her new libido, she found it all too easy to let herself be consumed by it. Her professional life now, with her degree left behind, mostly consisted of consulting with the UERU on her planet, acting as a sort of informal ambassador for Earth, as well as the interview and talk-show circuit. She was a minor celebrity on something approaching a thousand different planets now, partially for her story and partially for her notoriously voracious sexual appetite. With her newfound fame, her boudoir was kept busy.

Her back propped up on the pillows, Cari spread her thighs, gasping as the cool air hit the boiling cauldron of her pussy. She was permanently hot and wet now, and most of the time walked around dripping the semi-transparent pink liquid that was one of her two new bodily fluids, a sweet, ultra-slick lubricant that kept her lips and cock glistening and slippery.

She first pulled her cock down between her breasts and dipped her head forward, taking the tip into her mouth and using her four hands to press her breasts against its shaft, giving herself a combined blowjob and titfuck. Her tongue emerged from around her cock and extended down the shaft, curling around it, two full feet of the bright-pink powerful organ stimulating her at the same time.

Her club-tipped tail curled around from behind the swell of her ass cheek, lining up and plunging straight inside her. One of her tentacles joined it, the two prehensile flesh-poles spreading her apart, while the other slid across an ass cheek and pushed its way between them.

Before long, fucking herself and being fucked in so many different ways, she felt the first of dozens of daily orgasms rising in her body. Her cock bucked and began to pump into her mouth, the same thick pink goo that was dripping, now spraying from her overfull tits. Her tail spasmed and began to pump as well, her milk-cum squirting from around the twin shafts penetrating her, leaving streaks across her lush, sweat-slicked purple skin. Her stomach bulged as she swallowed load after load of her own alien jizz, to the point where it became noticeably full and tight. As her orgasm subsided she patted it lovingly, moaning at the feeling of expansion.

She groaned, turning sideways and reaching for the bedside table holding her wrist computer with one hand. Another hand lifted a breast up to her mouth, giving her lips and tongue something to do while she swiped through the 3D-projected display of her contacts. Another curled around the base of her penis and gently stroked, not necessarily for the purpose of cumming but almost subconsciously. Her tentacles did the same thing with her lower holes, caressing and softly probing them, Cari's moans muffled by her breast and milk. Her penis-tipped tail found its way to her final hand to be slowly jerked.

She flipped past old messages (and lewd pictures) of Kylie and Catrina, Kylie still getting used to life with breasts heavier than her own body, Catrina fully embracing her new horny bimbo persona. She saw messages from Glethrag and Xian'shi as well. Glethrag, now Garatha, was even more impeded by his new form than Kylie was, and had retired from the UERU without a second thought. He was now raising a family with a lovely man of his species. Xian'shi still hadn't given up hope of returning to active duty and took medical assessments every six months, but her new form wasn't going away – her species weren't placental, and her pregnancy-fetish body was entirely ornamental. Between the impossible size of her stomach, her constant need to pump out the fluid that passed for her milk, and her new and unfamiliar mating needs, mostly sublimated on Earth humans, she was stuck to a desk.

There was one of the survivors of the Incident Cari'sa was interested in, though. She'd kept in contact with everyone, even the demon and plantgirl pair whose sole interest in life was savagely fucking each other while their catgirl room-mate looked on, but Jared, the latent psychic who'd inflicted all this, was getting out of his basic training today. He'd needed the last six months to learn to harness and control his powers. The Universal Assembly was debating when and how to introduce the existence of people like him to Earth. It was all extremely political and philosophical, but Cari wasn't even vaguely interested in that.

She pulled up a picture of him and purred, her subconscious self-ministrations getting just that little bit faster as she gazed at the tremendous trunk of man-meat he carried, as wide as one of his thighs and long enough that if it didn't somehow hold itself up, it would have dragged along the ground. She'd been dreaming about it ever since the Incident, of being properly speared on a supernaturally-huge cock and filled to bursting in a way no procession of alien dicks could manage. An alert popped up that suggested he was out and being signed out of the program now, and that Cari had been designated to help introduce him to his new society.

She dropped the breast from her mouth, flicking some gobs of milk-cum onto the sheets, swung her new legs off the bed and stood up. She pulled on a shirt of a tight material that shined like latex but breathed like linen, the material automatically spreading apart to accommodate her wings and tentacles. She clicked together a medium-length skirt under it, just long enough to hide what her tentacles were often doing when her mind wandered, particularly the one she used to hold her penis in place against her leg and gently stroke it to help ward off losing her mind completely when it had been a while since her last orgasm. It wasn't as flattering to her incredible new body as the UERU uniform was, but it was certainly enticing. Green-and-black striped arm and leg warmers went over her forearms and the middle segment of her legs. She delicately placed a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses on her face, ordinary Earth ones. The aliens had lots of options for fixing her eyesight, even with the complication of her insectoid eyes, but Cari had spent a lot of time perusing the hundreds of gigabytes of porn they'd recovered from Jared's hard drive and had learned a lot about his preferences. Some of them were very enticing.

Beautiful. Famous. Living a life of endless debauchery and hedonism as a hypersexual freak, about to reunite with the man who had unwittingly turned her into his perfect lover, along with his enormous cock. Her mouth turned up in a wry, glistening smile. She was sure he'd worked very hard on controlling his new powers, but just maybe she could get him worked up enough that a few more sprites slipped out. She was sure he had a few ideas how to improve her even more.

The New Priestess

“You have to pick a new priestess. It’s been centuries.”

A small, bipedal fox stared up into the branches of a large tree, a tree so large and bushy and perfect that it looked more like an artist’s impression of a tree. Up in the branches laid a stripe-furred raccoon dog, swishing its bushy tail as it stared up into the sky with its forepaws behind its head.

“Don’t want to. Haven’t found the right girl yet.”

The fox huffed. “Tanuki, if you don’t pick one, none of us can! It’s your turn, just find a girl!”

Tanuki rolled over, spreading his forepaws grandly. “Kitsune, you might be willing to bestow your gifts on just any random trollop, but I am a man of refinement and elegance. I create Art, and Art requires only the finest canvas. When such a canvas arrives, I assure you, my friend, I will-“

His nose twitched and his eyes flicked to the side. Kitsune followed his eyes. “What?”

Tanuki grinned again. “Come with me!”

**

The sun beat down on the stone path leading up the mountain from the spirit shrine. Malke wiped her brown, flicking away the layer of sweat. Kimiko bounced her way up the path like it was a treadmill. Malke had originally been excited to join her friend on a hike up the mountain as part of her holiday to Japan, but something about it had her utterly defeated. Her rail-thin legs wobbled, her chest heaved, her bushy brown hair was slick with sweat.

“Kimmy, I can’t keep going. Can we head back?”

Kimiko’s brow wrinkled. “Seriously? We’ve barely started! I want to get a picture at the top of the mountain!”

“I can’t do it. I need to stop. I feel really weird.”

Kimiko groaned. Malke had assured her she’d be fine with a short hike. “Well, I’m not stopping. You go back. I’ll see you in an hour or so.”

Malke trudged back along the path to the shrine, leaving Kimiko to continue on without her. She didn't regret the decision - even now she was still feeling short of breath, and her legs were starting to ache.

Halfway back, though, it had gotten worse. Far worse than she'd ever felt after a low-impact walk. Sweat was drenching her tank-top, dripping from her face. Beyond just aching, her body felt... full. Like she'd overeaten, but not just her stomach, every inch of her. There was a stream a little way off the path, and she made her way down to it, groaning the whole time, before she knelt down next to it and splashed some water on her face.

Christ, I need to get more sleep. Look at those dark circles. She furrowed her brow, realising she hadn't seen them when she got ready that morning. These were so dark she looked like she'd been punched in both eyes. I didn't hit myself on anything... What the fuck?

The sensation of fullness surged, like she'd squeezed in dessert. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. In fact, there was a pleasant aspect to it. She sat down on the soft grass next to the stream, legs spread, trying to catch her breath and get on top of the strange sensations flooding through her.

As she sat down, she felt the waist and cuffs of her shorts cut into her slightly. She wiggled, trying to reseat them, but the pressure didn't go away. They weren't just sitting improperly, they actually felt too tight. She took a deep breath, and went wide-eyed as she felt her t-shirt grow tight around her torso. Looking down, she realised her shirt, that had been reasonably loose when she'd packed it, was now quite full - of her.

The first thing she noticed was her boobs looked humongous. Compared to the flabby little B cups she'd had earlier, now there was easily an extra cup size straining against her shirt. Underneath it, her tummy had never been flat, exactly, but it had never been this round. She poked herself gently, and gasped as she realised that the new flesh her shirt was stretched over was indeed hers. She shuffled backwards against the grass and groaned as her shorts grew even tighter. Her hips were starting to bulge over the sides and the cuffs were cutting into the flesh of her thighs.

Have I... gained weight? She grabbed her stomach with both hands, the motion pressing her newly-swollen breasts together and upwards. Her flesh was soft and warm, noticeably warm even for the sun-dappled day, and touching it caused delicious pleasure to slowly spread out into her body. She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts and even through the t-shirt the sensation brought up a squeaky moan from the back of her throat.

They felt good. Ever since Suzie Cross had let her feel up her E-cup tits years ago at camp, Malke had dreamed of what it'd be like to have her own pair of big, fat, fleshy funbags. Nothing she'd dreamed could compare to the real thing. A quick grope of a friend's bra-clad breasts, even if they were bigger, couldn't compare to the way her fingers sunk into her own warm, doughy flesh, the firm springiness of the skin, and most of all the delightful tingling warmth that spread out from them into her body as her hands gently mauled them.

She sat playing with her boobs in a dazed stupor, gasping and moaning, not realising that they were continuing to swell even as she groped them. The bottom of her chubby belly was now peeking out the bottom of the shirt, and flesh was bulging wherever it could out of her shorts. She started to slip it up, grunting as her expanding flesh fought back, until her breasts dropped heavily out of the fabric and she was able to slip it up and over her head.

Okay, that... was the titty drop to end all titty drops. Am I getting bigger? She palmed her breasts again and they were definitely bigger than when she'd started playing with herself. When she let them go, they slapped down heavily against the top of what was now unquestionably a big, soft tummy. She stretched her legs and went wide-eyed as the button of her shorts, already under immense pressure, finally burst.

"Sh-shit! I'm huge!" She looked down at her rising belly through the cleft of her bloated breasts, down to the smooth skin of her swelling thighs. She could hear the denim of her shorts creaking with every movement of her body. She spread her legs apart, and then shrieked as they instantly split down the sides and down the rear, leaving them little more than scraps of fabric stretched across the enormity of her butt.

She reached down to slide them off, but between the unfamiliar bulk of her upper body and how tightly the remaining denim was stretched around her curves, she had to eventually resort to tearing what was left off. Freed from their prison, her fleshy hips spread outwards along the grass. Even with her legs at a slight angle to each other, the tops of her thighs were now pressing together, and their rubbing against each other as she tried to reposition herself was almost as good as how it had felt to grope herself.

She grabbed her tummy, her fingers sinking into the new flesh, and more of that delicious relaxing warmth spread out - not as much as when she'd touched her tits but enough that could happily have sat rubbing her new belly all day. A quick test with one hand brought the same sensation from one of her still-growing hips. It was like every square inch of her plush and growing-plusher body was pleasurably sensitive.

She leaned forward, accidentally trapping her hand in a warm cleft between her tummy and her thigh, and when she reared back her breasts heaved and bounced, slapping back down against the swell of her belly. Each one was substantially bigger than her head now and pressing her hands into them made them billow on all sides around and practically envelop her hands in warm softness. Each cheek of her ass was bigger than a basketball, and even with her chubby waist growing by the second the width of her hips gave her a spectacular hourglass - just a very wide one.

She kept groping her tits, but before long another sensation started - a prickling that ran up the backs of her hands and up her arms. At the same time, a strange pressure was developing at her crotch, and other points of pressure at the bottom of her spine, over her tailbone, and on either side of the top of her head.

***

Kitsune looked over Tanuki's shoulder at his chosen girl - now easily twice as much girl as had been there earlier. "Why is it that you never choose women who are already, you know, how should I put this... fat?"

Tanuki narrowed his eyes. "Fat? How dare you! She is a Reubenesque work of art! Or, at least, she will be. Still much growing to go."

"Okay, ignoring that, why do you not choose women who are - um, already closer to your desired figure?"

Tanuki grinned, showing off sharp teeth. "Ah, my foxy friend, that is the whole game! Women who already possess such fine curves, this society mocks them for it - they have spent their whole lives learning to hate their own pulchritude! Whereas skinny girls, they know only the pleasure of growth. Especially this one, who already seems enamoured of her own breasts."

Kitsune peered in. "Yes, she does seem to be, doesn't she? Okay. So, when does the next part happen?"

Tanuki grinned again. "It's just about to start!"

***

The pressure between Malke's legs soon became so strong that she couldn't even focus on playing with herself. Grunting, she tried to see what was happening down there, but with a squeak of shock realised that while she wasn't looking she'd grown so large that there was literally no possible way for her to look between her legs without a mirror. She could barely even reach between them, thanks to the way the expanded flesh of her upper arms bumped against her breasts, impeding her from reaching around her new tummy which perched on top of gigantic thighs. She fell onto her back, panting with the effort of trying to reach herself, and realised her giant, round butt was actually propping her hips off the ground.

She rolled over onto her front with a grunt, her tits spreading out underneath her like sexy cushions. Her ass and thighs shook and wobbled with each motion of her body, and when she turned over their momentum nearly kept carrying her over. Even propping herself up on trembling arms, her tits didn't just reach down to the ground, but enough to pool against it. Her stomach brushed the grass. Her ass was the crowning jewel of her body though - with hips four feet across, her cheeks were big enough to stick out two feet behind her, gloriously round and smooth, topping thighs thicker than her entire rail-thin body used to be.

She tried to stagger one leg forward, but just the feeling of her thigh rubbing against whatever was happening under her tummy was enough to make her groan with sensation. It almost felt like her clitoris had expanded and was now being ground between her legs. Propping herself up on her arms also made her notice that her arms looked different where they were tingling. Darker. She sank back down onto her tits and gently ran her fingers down one of her forearms.

It was fur.

“What the fuck?” Malke quickly checked her other arm and confirmed – wiry fur alternating in orange and brown, moving to dark brown across her hands. Suddenly developing a body like a Neolithic fertility idol was one thing, but growing fur pushed it over the top. She pushed herself back up onto her knees, grunting and twitching as whatever was happening between her thighs kept happening, and staggered to her feet, swaying with the unfamiliar motion of her newly-expanded body. Even just turning around involved care she wouldn’t have anticipated, not to mention that even standing her thighs pressed heavily against each other.

She took a few steps toward the river, and on the third or fourth step she felt a slick weight pop out from between her legs with a pleasant buzz, again like her clitoris was being rubbed. Another step and an even larger weight pushed out from her thighs – this time it hurt a little, sending an ache into the pit of her stomach.

The shock made her stumble as she moved forward, and with her new size she wasn’t able to stop herself falling straight down on top of her tits. She felt something underneath her belly, squished between it and the soft grass – something thick and firm. Trying to move forward and rubbing herself against it made her gasp and zone out for a moment. It was sensitive, and it felt like it was tightening her muscles each time it was rubbed. Inching forward, grunting at the sensation, she caught sight of her face in the clear water of the river again – and shrieked.

A pair of rounded animal ears sprouted from either side of the top of her head, covered in brown-and-orange striped fur like her forearms. Long whiskers twitched from her cheeks. Her bushy brown hair had developed orange stripes in it as well. She reached up to the ears and brushed them with her fingertips, confirming that yes, they were real, and she could definitely feel them. Similarly, she brushed the whiskers – her whiskers – and not only could she feel them, but they felt good.

What the fuck is going on?! I need… I need help, someone from the shrine…

She hefted herself onto her knees with a grunt, then stopped again as she felt her thick thighs bump against something – something she could also feel being bumped. She rolled back, coming down on her butt with a hefty thump that set her whole body shaking and bouncing, and stretched forward, slipping her arms under the massive weight of her breasts and pushing them into her stomach to feel between her legs.

Her blood went cold as she felt something warm, and firm, just like she’d established before. The texture in her hands, though, before her belly heaved it out of her hands, was something she’d absolutely felt before. She tried again, sliding her hands under her stomach to reach and grip the thick shaft now protruding from between her thighs. She let out a breath and leaned forward a little bit more, squeezing against herself, to follow the track of loose skin that extended from below it. She didn’t need to go any further to know what that was, but judging by the weight she could feel on her legs, it was immense.

A cock. How had she grown a cock? Why had she grown a cock? She was having fun at first but this was rapidly turning into a nightmare – now she was turning into some big-breasted butterball catgirl with a penis.

She needed help. She needed to find someone who could help. She pushed forward again, trying to heft herself up onto her feet but instead falling forward as she underestimated the impetus of her own body again. This time, it let out more than just a pleasant buzz – she moaned as her flesh pulled back the thick skin of her cock, exposing the sensitive head to the cool grass.

She pushed forward again, her expanded body sloshing against her cock, the shaft squeezed between her pillowy tummy and the cushion-soft ground. All thought of running off to get help left her head as she fell into a rocking rhythm, jacking off her strange new appendage with her own expanded body. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as completely new sensations shorted out her brain.

She barely even noticed as a small tail began to rise from the bottom of her tailbone, rapidly growing in length and developing a thick, fluffy coating of striped fur. Her hands mashed down into the expanse of her gigantic breasts, bringing back that warm, satisfying pleasure as well. Her cock was pulsing and straining, edging closer to release. Her enormous ass cheeks shook and bounced with the motion, straining against her skin with implacable momentum.

Suddenly she shrieked as a number of things happened at once. First, her cock lurched even harder than it had been, pulling so hard against her muscles that it felt like it was going to tear them in half. Second, her balls, which previously had only been notable from the dull ache of them pressing against her meaty thighs, suddenly lanced with heat and pain and rapidly expanded. Third, a tremendous, piping-hot flood of thick pearly fluid exploded out from between her tits, flying over the grass and down into the clear blue waters of the stream. She howled again and another burst of fresh cum escaped from underneath her plump body, her new cock spending itself in the most spectacular fashion.

Fifteen more spine-wrenching, mind-blasting gouts of cum later, a river of the thick goop slowly rolling down the hill to the stream, Malke lay atop her deliciously soft curves, semi-comatose in the afterglow of the first orgasm of her new body. Her whiskers twitched, and her massive fluffy tail draped across her nude back. She heard the crunching of the gravel path up from the stream but couldn’t muster the strength to even look, let alone cover herself.

***

As Kimiko rounded back, heading back towards the shrine after finishing the mountain hike, she noticed an odd amount of activity and bustle. People were heading up the path, running in some cases, some of them not only from the shrine but appearing to be from the neighbouring town.

She stopped a young man in the flowing robes of the shrine, grabbing him by a baggy sleeve. “What’s happening?”

His eyes widened. “You haven’t heard? There’s a new shrine priestess! We haven’t had a new shrine priestess for centuries!”

Kimiko’s heart leapt, and she fell in behind the man in a rapid jog. A shrine priestess, at her shrine! She’d never entirely believed the stories about the shrine priestesses and their magical “blessings,” but she’d wanted to. She definitely had to accept that it was reality when she passed a woman heading the other way, clutching a shirt that was pulled tight over a pair of eye-poppingly huge breasts, ones her outfit clearly had not been designed to comfortably cover that morning.

The blessing of the shrine priestess, or one of them. Beauty, fertility, pleasure, the spirit inside the priestess could bestow it all on her worshippers. The closer she got to the shrine, the thicker the stream of radiantly beautiful, absurdly endowed people became. Some of them had to retire to either side of the path, unable to keep their hands off each other or themselves. Vast, round, perfect tits, trim stomachs, wide hips, thick, leaking cocks and hard muscles abounded – including a few more equally hot but less conventional bodytypes.

She picked up her pace. Her mind was buzzing with possibilities. They said if you were close enough to the priestess – pious enough, dedicated enough, contributed enough to the worship of their spirit, then not only could you receive her gifts but decide on the gifts yourself, even pass them onto others.

She strode through the front gate of the shrine and her jaw dropped. In the centre of the shrine, surrounded by reverent worshippers, sat a jaw-droppingly huge woman. Her vast, fat breasts projected out over a soft, round stomach. Her enormous ass spread out across the stone dais she sat on, joining gargantuan milky-white thighs. Her legs were spread, ending in almost comically tiny feet, and it was what they were spread to accommodate that truly took Kimiko’s breath away.

A shaft as thick as a soda can, fully a foot and a half long, projected out from over testicles each the size of truck tyres. They were held in a loose, almost billowy scrotum that was being lovingly attended to by several worshippers. The fact that the priestess also had round mammalian ears sprouting from the top of her head and a huge plush raccoon tail was almost an afterthought.

Tanuki! She’s a priestess of Tanuki!

The priestess’s dark-ringed eyes were closed in rapture as her attendants all gently rubbed and groped at her overripe body – nothing too energetic, just squeezing, caressing, kisses, licks and sucks. Her cock bucked and pulsed, flicking off huge globs of thick fluid that oozed from the tip, and judging by the mess on the white stone temple floor in front of her, not to mention all over a number of the shrine visitors, she had plenty to spare. One of her attendants, gently stroking the side of her breast, leaned in to her ear.

“Priestess, you have a new visitor…”

She languidly opened her eyes and looked down, then suddenly leaned forward. At the same time, Kimiko gasped with a thrill of recognition.

“Kimmy?”

“Malke?! H-how?”

“I don’t know, I just… it just happened.”

Kimiko’s breathing was slow and reverent as she approached her transformed friend. A gentle blush ran up Malke’s cheeks as she watched Kimiko’s eyes.

“How does it feel?”

Malke sighed deeply and with satisfaction, then moaned lightly as someone squeezed one of her breasts. “It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt. It’s like… everything just feels right. Like this is what I’m supposed to be.”

Kimiko’s hand brushed over Malke’s stomach, and then up onto her breasts, and the girl grinned. “I’m learning to control it, too. Would you… would you like a blessing?”

Malke’s penis lurched at that statement, making Kimiko’s mouth go dry. The idea of a blessing alone was fantastic, but watching her friend like this, her transformed body, there was a need in the back of her mind and the pit of her stomach like she’d never felt before. Nothing about Malke was something she would have said was attractive before, but somehow she wanted nothing more than her friend’s body.

“I want everything you can give me.”

We All Have Needs

Lucretia burrowed as far back as the hard lecture theatre seat would allow her, trying to keep her composure over the hot fog rising up her body. She knew that trying to come into a lecture with her condition was a terrible idea. A now-familiar savoury, musky smell was assailing her nostrils. Her tongue kept leaving her mouth to glide across her lips, thick, bee-stung glistening mounds that seemed to be plugged directly into her lizard brain, along with the gentle bobbling sensations from her oversized, super-sensitive breasts. She could feel the hunger building in the bottom of her stomach.  The whole suite of sensations were the new normal for an addict.

Her eyes flicked over to a guy sitting at the other end of the row from her. Between the scent gently wafting over to her carried by the air conditioning behind him and the casual stance he took with wide-spread legs, she could tell he was a hit. That sent her mind reeling with intrusive thoughts about what she wanted to do to him, pushing her desk aside and crawling down the aisle until she could shove her face between his spread legs-

She yelped, realising again that she was running her tongue over her deliciously plump lips. Drool was starting to make its way down her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths, but all that made her aware of was how her tits pressed into her too-small shirt. Not for the first time, she cursed the horny little shit who’d flooded her campus with that fucking drug.

Some incel basement goblin science major had managed to develop some sort of drug that he thought was going to get him laid. It got him laid, all right – it made his scent irresistible to women and doubled the size of his cock. It was what happened when his enhanced cum slid down the throat of his first conquest, though, and anyone else who swallowed the spunk of someone who’d taken the drug, that Lucretia was truly regretting.

Soon after learning the effects, he began distributing samples of his concoction around the campus. By the time administration had dealt with him, it was too late – there was a thriving illicit trade in the stuff. Lucretia hadn’t even gone down on someone for her brush with the drug – she’d been the victim of a random load deposited in a burger from the college cafeteria. She’d noticed the strange taste in the burger and spat it out, but it was too late.

The first thing she’d noticed was her mouth felt both wet and parched at the same time. Two cups of soda and a jug of water later and the feeling hadn’t gone away – if anything, it was worse. She found her mouth full of drool if she stopped thinking about it for a while, at the same time as feeling thirstier than she’d ever felt in her life.

The second thing she noticed was starting to catch whiffs of a tantalising scent every so often as she walked around the campus halls – deep, rich, musky and savoury. Smelling it made her salivate even harder, and made her tongue feel swollen and too big for her mouth. However, it was when she licked her lips and nearly fell to her knees with sensation that she had to accept that she’d become incurably addicted to cock.

Lucretia was now one of the many girls on campus with an inexorable need to swallow spunk, and a variety of biological upgrades to assist with that need. The primary, and most inconvenient one, was her new ability to smell the hormones that marked someone as having a penis. The longer it had been since they’d cum, the stronger the scent. It drove into her brain like a railroad spike, pushing aside all other rational thought and instinct, tantalising her with the promise of a chance to fulfil the new need that burned hotter inside her than any other. People who’d taken the virility drug, “hits” as the addicts called them, were even stronger, to the point where she could barely be in the same room as one of them for ten minutes at a time without dropping to her knees.

She realised she was staring at the hit, and he was grinning, meeting her eyes dead-on. He knew, of course. He couldn’t smell her like she could him, but it wasn’t as if the slim girl with the long, straight dark hair and black glasses eyeing him up like prime rib could have been anything else. A pair of K-cup tits and glistening cock-pillow lips whose shape and volume couldn’t possibly have been the creation of any plastic surgeon marked her for what she was. He was lean, with long blond hair and a hint of stubble, but even those vague notes about his appearance washed away when he shifted position, moving his desk to reveal the massive bulge in his jeans.

Her breath rattled in her throat and a string of drool made its way down her chin again. It had been three hours since she’d gotten a load, and between that and the extra-strength cock-chemicals flooding off the grinning man, the last half-dozen brain cells she had still functioning at that point started to shut down. He put his desk aside and sidled down the row to sit next to her, her eyes following the gentle bounce of the mound straining against the denim between his legs. He didn’t say anything, merely opening his fly and pulling his cock out with a relieved grunt.

Lucretia’s new friend must have already been a decent size before he’d taken the drug, because now he was an absolute monster. Over thirteen inches of man-meat slid out of his jeans, the entire pole glistening with the constant stream of precum the enhanced gentlemen started to produce when they’d gone more than half an hour or so without shooting off. At the base of his gargantuan prong was the delayed effect the drug’s creator hadn’t anticipated; a pair of overproductive testicles each the size of a cantaloupe, that not only made sperm but also contributed fluid. They were so productive that their owners had to cum roughly once every four or five hours or they’d end up in crippling pain. Even that often was at absolute best uncomfortable. News of that inconvenience seemed to be one of the only things even somewhat stopping the uptake of the drug.

Lucretia leaned down without even a hint of conscious thought, her overstuffed lips meeting the head of his cock with a gentle kiss, her tongue picking up the wonderful taste of his precum, his scent rising into her nostrils and wreathing her head, expanding to fill the entirety of her existence. She whined as she dragged her lips down his slick shaft, nuzzling her face into the soft skin that joined his scrotum to the base of his dick. She halted for a moment, listening to the gentle gurgling, groaning noises his balls made as they went about their endless work.

It wasn’t as if Lucretia had disliked dicks before she’d been hit by the addiction, but her chemically-enforced craving for cum brought with it a nearly-devout appreciation for them. She couldn’t even be businesslike about her need, something always snapped in her brain and she ended up worshipping at the altar of Penis. Even if her lips hadn’t been as sensitive as her clitoris, the sheer satisfaction involved in having his cock pressed against her face or her mouth alone would have driven her behaviour, and the fact that she could cum just from the contact of a cock on her lips was a bonus.

He groaned, gently running one hand through the top of Lucretia’s hair, the raven locks flowing through his fingers. The professor stopped briefly in his lecture, moving to admonish the pair, then decided better of it. Most of the faculty had ended up having to grudgingly accept the constant refrain of energetic, sloppy blowjobs around campus, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t given some lectures with a cum-addicted slut hidden behind the lectern.

Lucretia’s dick-pillows enveloped the fat head of the man’s cock, rewarding her with a thick flood of precum that slid down her throat like molten gold. She pulled back with a thick, slurping kiss, exulting in the taste for a moment, then suckled the head back into her mouth. As well as being longer he was substantially thicker than the average man, but that was no obstacle to a mouth built for fellatio. Her gag reflex was a thing of the past, so his well-lubricated pole slid down her throat with only the merest hint of resistance, inch by slow, exultant inch, her throat bulging with its passage, until her lips made contact with his groin. She hummed happily, feeling her throat buzz against his flesh, bringing her hands up to cup the bottoms of his oversized balls, feeling their weight and heat. One hand slid off and wrapped around the base of his dick as she slid her mouth back up, replacing the captivity of her throat with long, gentle strokes that practically glided up his shaft between both of their fluids.

He grunted, his breathing growing faster and rougher, mouth dropping open as Lucretia twisted her face gently from side to side as she pulled her mouth back up to just below the ridge of his glans, then plunged it back down again, jerking off half of his cock with her hand and fucking the other half with her throat. Her hips wiggled in her seat as her lips sent playtime shivers straight between her legs. When she bottomed out on him, she could hear the organic sound of his testicles percolating with the load she was so desperately anticipating.

No more than a few minutes later she felt his breathing spike, an extra-loud gurgle from between his legs and a half-choke, half-moan, accompanied by a sudden blast of his cock-scent. She quickly slid her mouth back up so that only the tip remained inside and used both hands to pump his shaft until he moaned loudly and began to shoot off. Hot spunk flooded her mouth, and she just let her brain switch off in the sudden flood of sensation the taste created and allowed her instincts to take over.

Each rope was like taking a shot, and she had to gulp in order to keep up with the high-pressure flow. Even with her finely-tuned instincts, though, rivulets of the pearly goo escaped out either side of her mouth and dripped down her chin. It wasn’t until twenty long, hard, laborious shots later that his flow finally stopped, letting her slump back in a dizzy high.

The sensation of swallowing a load wasn’t orgasmic, exactly. It was beyond that. It was the deepest, most exquisite afterglow in the world. It forcibly relaxed every single part of her body, to the point where she was barely able to move, and certainly couldn’t think. It was better than sex had ever been. By the time she came to, her lover had already zipped himself up and moved back to his seat, without another word. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing but a cum dumpster – and when it made her feel this good, she didn’t even care.

She didn’t listen to another word of the class. All she could do was ruminate on the taste filling her mouth, gently lifting globs of cum from her chin and where it had dripped onto her chest and feeding them into her mouth, moaning as she suckled her fingers with her ridiculous lips. Even in that afterglow, though, she could still smell him – not just from his scent wafting over to her, but rising off her own body, from within her own stomach, her body seemed to be exuding it all on its own, her mind basting in it. She suspected that was what caused the afterglow – the feeling of her own body giving off that irresistible smell.

When the class finally ended she moved out as quickly as possible, averting her eyes from the man she’d just sucked off in the middle of a lecture theatre without a second thought. She really hated the way she lost control, how she could just switch off in a public place and lose herself to cock, but no matter how hard she tried she was never able to maintain her composure unless she’d already gotten her fill just before – and even then, it was a struggle.

Out in the corridor the scent rose again. The campus always had a background scent of dick, but this was different. It was close, and getting closer.

“Lou! Am I glad to see you!”

She groaned. Kurt had been an acquaintance of hers before the drug incident on campus. He was in a similar boat to her with respect to the drug – his new form hadn’t been his choice, but had instead been the efforts of a now-ex girlfriend.

His body had, if anything, taken far too well to the drug. He was big, even for a hit, his balls not too far shy of a foot across each accompanying fifteen full inches of thick man-meat that practically drooled rivers of baby batter as thick as shampoo. She could practically taste every ounce of it, just waiting to be dumped down her throat.

He wiped his brow, looking over his shoulder. “I think I lost them. Jeez.”

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, but only filling her lungs with more of his musk. “Another mob of dick-crazy girls?”

“They’re insane, Lou. Like, they know what my cum is going to do to them, but they still follow me around begging to suck my dick.”

“Because you smell like a walking orgasm.” Lucretia was able to say around a mouthful of drool. Most hits smelled tantalising to even regular girls, but Kurt’s high-intensity reaction to the drug made him attract a harem behind him everywhere he went.

He groaned, slumping onto a bench next to them. His legs automatically spread to make room, revealing his rigid dick and gigantic balls straining against his jeans. In order to find a pair large enough to fit his new endowment he’d had to take up a pair made for a much larger man – so they were drum-tight around his balls but billowed around his legs, except where the stem of his erect cock pushed against the thigh. The extra room wasn’t able to stop them from becoming totally saturated with precum on the inseam.

“This fucking sucks. Why would anyone do this to themselves?”

“You’re just upset, Kurt. You probably need to c-cummm. Y-yeah, how long has it been since you, mm, came?” She couldn’t help herself, just saying the words prompted a fresh flood of drool from behind her overstuffed lips.

He groaned again. “Ugh. You’re right. Three hours, and a lot of that was spent with girls rubbing up against me that I can’t fuck. It’s like some sort of ironic curse, made irresistible to women but I end up spending half my day jerking off?”

Lucretia tried to avoid picturing it, and failed. Her breath rattled as her thick, glistening lips fell slack. “Mmph, a-at least you can t-take care of your own needs alone? Doing something that, mmm, you did all the time anyway? Do you know how hard-” she whined a little bit at that word, “it is to control myself?”

He sighed. “Yeah but you’re not getting worse. The drug’s still going, they said. The guy who made the shit has balls bigger than watermelons now.

Lucretia actually moaned before catching herself. Kurt gave her a side-eye. “What? Sorry, Kurt, I’m hard-wired-“ she stopped to slurp up some drool, “-for that to be hot.”

“Seriously? How big would you want them to get?”

She turned around, shaking her chest from side to side. “How big would you want my tits to get?”

She watched his cock lurch, belching out a huge load of precum that rolled down the denim and down his pant leg. They met eyes for a moment, before Kurt began the laborious process of removing his jeans. It wasn’t enough to just unzip, he had to unzip, unbutton, and slide his jeans down far enough to make room to extract the entirety of his shaft. Lucretia watched in rapt attention, salivating at both the sight and the scent of the rivers of clear slime clinging to his flesh.

He grunted in relief as he reached down and, using two hands, extracted one of his testicles from their fabric prison. The skin around it was loose and thick, but totally devoid of hair as the follicles failed to keep up with its expansion. Lucretia could hear it sloshing and gurgling even from where she was standing as it ceaselessly produced cum. He extracted the second with equal effort, allowing his scrotum to drop down heavily to halfway down his calves.

He said something at that point, but Lucretia couldn’t hear him. Her brain was thudding with the waves of scent rolling off his genitals, strings of drool were dripping from her lips, and her knees were trembling with the effort of just staying upright when every single instinct in her transformed body was to drop to them.

She gave in, sinking to the ground in front of him, her tongue lolling from her mouth. It hadn’t gone unchanged, growing longer, thicker and stronger, providing her another option in her endless array of cock-pleasing additions. She put it to use dragging it up the underside of Kurt’s expanded shaft, gathering up precum until she could gulp down a thick load of it, shuddering as the musky, savoury flavour hit her taste buds and slid down her throat. She laboriously cleaned every drop of it from his dick, going back for a second and third go, but the more she teased him the harder his balls worked. His breathing was laboured, sweat was rolling down his face, and his expression betrayed both pleasure and pain.

“L-lou, p-please, just make… stop teasing…”

She dropped her head for a moment, closing her eyes and indulging in the sound of his balls working even harder than when he’d unzipped, a constant gurgling and churning that sent bolts of pleasure straight between her legs. She started planting sucking kisses on them, moaning as the soft skin pressed around her face, losing herself in a sea of warm, man-scented flesh.

She felt him moving, hearing him grunt over the gurgling, and looked up to see both of his hands wrapped around his shaft and pumping. A huge glob of precum belched from the tip, rolling down his fingers and dripping straight onto Lucretia’s face as she looked up, her body responding by twitching hard as her pussy spasmed. Her hunger spiked, and spurred her on to finally extract the load she’d been churning up inside him.

She pushed upwards, lifting her top at the same time, her breasts catching and then falling with a hefty slap against her torso, then pushed them together and dragged them up the length of his shaft, grinning as she displaced his hands. Despite the effort she’d put into cleaning him he was slick with lubrication again already, and her breasts moved almost entirely without friction as she rubbed them in circles until her mouth was level with the tip of his cock. Her pillowy lips parted, pressing against the glans, suckling him into her mouth with a tight seal. Her mouth stretched around his girth, so massive that even her oral-focused transformation was pushed to its limits to accommodate him. She grunted and began to push forward, but she felt his hand on the top of her hair.

“N-no, use mmph-your tits too…”

She couldn’t resist an instruction while she had cock in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and focused on her breasts again, getting into a gentle but determined rhythm. Tit-fucking wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as giving head for her, but Kurt was excessively big and even her transformed anatomy had trouble coping with his size – it wasn’t that she couldn’t bottom out on him, but it took time and effort. Bringing her overgrown breasts into play, on the other hand, still felt pretty good and extracted what she really wanted from the process much more efficiently. Also, Kurt was full to bursting and the poor boy needed to cum yesterday.

She combined the slow, deliberate kneading of her breasts with suckling kisses around the tip and down the underside of his dick, moaning happily as she gulped down globs of precum that flowed freely from the slit. Kurt gasped, slamming the bench next to him with a twitching fist, the other hand across his eyes as his head lolled backwards. Lucretia picked up her pace, her breasts slick with fluid, looking up at Kurt with hooded eyes as she began changing her pattern, sometimes rubbing from side to side, sometimes holding them together, sometimes rubbing them up and down in an alternating method, all paired with deep, sensual kisses and licks.

 His eyes snapped open, his mouth gaping as though he was trying to say something but not able to produce anything but strangled gasps and moans. His dick lurched with almost terrifying strength, Lucretia able to hear a deep gurgle from his balls that heralded what she’d been waiting for.

His cock lurched a few more times, the man stuck in the magic valley between receiving enough stimulation to bring on his orgasm but before actually cumming, with the added effect of having to wait for his body to pump and prepare the fluid for his oncoming gigantic cumshot. In Kurt’s case, he was so big and overproductive that it literally took five to ten seconds for this to happen, especially when he’d been putting it off, leaving him stuck in a torturous pseudo-orgasm where he came without actually shooting off.

He howled, thick off-white fluid beginning to jet so hard from the end of his cock that it actually hit the ceiling before dripping down onto the top of Lucretia’s head. She gasped, both in pleasure and frustration that she’d completely missed an entire load, and leaned back to point his cock directly at her. She squealed happily as his next shot, even more powerful, hit her straight in the chest, cum spraying up across her face and arms and dripping down between her heaving tits. She let another one hit her in the same fashion, revelling in the sensation of being coated in spunk, before leaning forward and wrapping her absurd lips around his cock in preparation for the rest of his load.

It was like sucking on a firehose. If her previous tryst’s orgasm had been difficult for her to cope with, then she had no chance dealing with the entirety of Kurt’s ultra-powered ejaculations. Jets of cum sprayed from either side of her mouth and leaked down into her cleavage, but it didn’t matter, because she was being filled to the brim with what she needed. Cock-musk was so thick in the air around her that she could practically have scooped chunks out of it with a spoon. Kurt’s balls growled and groaned like a hundred empty stomachs, the boy’s orgasm so powerful that he couldn’t think or speak.

Kurt’s cumshots were heavier and his orgasm went for even longer than her last tryst. His dick stayed in action for at least forty shots, and by the time he was done her stomach was groaning with the amount of goo she’d gulped down and her face and chest resembled a glazed donut. He slumped back, panting like he’d run a marathon, while Lucretia serenely scooped rapidly-cooling wads of jizz into her mouth, before lifting her tits to lick and suck whatever she could reach off them. Kurt opened his eyes to the sight of the dark-haired slut sucking cum off her oversized tits with her sumptuous lips, and almost immediately his softening shaft pulsed and ejected another gob of fluid that dripped down onto her face. She looked up, caught between need and frustration.

“Really?”

“What? You’re hot, and you fucking teased me till I nearly burst. One cum isn’t going to empty me.”

She heard his testicles gurgle, and the endless hunger surged again.