Ruth groaned. Her mouth was bone-dry, her head was pounding and every muscle in her body ached. Parts of her body that she shouldn't even have been able to feel were aching. She groped for the jewel in soporific stupor and concentrated as hard as she could, willing away the pain and the discomfort, letting herself recover enough to turn over in the bed and take stock of the morning.
While she'd removed some of the pain, her breasts were still aching, feeling heavy and tight. She groaned and looked down at herself, then pulled back against the head of the bed as she realised her skin was purple.
Not just purple in the way some people could become when they were cold. Purple like an eggplant. The entire expanse of her breast was the same deep purple, and the huge, thick caps of her nipples she could see over the curve were a bright magenta. She lifted her hand, the same purple colour, and gently squeezed her right breast. The feel of her skin was the same - softer, if anything, but the touch also brought a thrill of sensation and a squirt of warm, white liquid. She rolled forward and felt her breasts squish against her thighs, far lower than she expected, and with a questing hand found another pair of equally-large, equally-lactating mounds sitting below her original two.
Pressing them against herself brought another four squirts of milk and a surge of orgasmic sensation, making her yelp, and stirring life into her dick. She also felt a tug on her head, and realised that thick waves of pure-white hair were cascading down underneath her, trapped against the bed by her enormous butt. She shuffled from side to side to try to release it, and while she was able to free a large number of nine-foot strands of hair, she also accidentally slapped and bobbled her quad-stacked boobs against each other, leaving her panting and her penis rapidly approaching full erection, twitching and pulsing. She unthinkingly pulled her hands close to steady their motion and hissed with sensation as more milk squirted through her fingers.
Oh-okay, um. Let's see. You're purple now. You've got two extra tits and they're full of milk, and it feels really good when it comes out. In fact, they're absolutely crazy sensitive. You also really desperately want to jerk off right now.
She looked around for someone who may have been willing to lend her a hand, or a hole, and all she could hear was the hiss of the shower adjoining the dorm. Otherwise, the room was empty except for her. She shuffled back against the headboard, tits bouncing, squirting and sparking sensation straight into the centre of her brain, and let them droop to the sides of her torso to watch her cock rise up between them. It, too, was purple, with an acid magenta glans that was already beginning to leak strands of precum. It still worked perfectly, though, and if anything one hand stroking it and the other hand expressing sloppy streams of cream from one of her giant breasts was pleasure of an even greater height than normal - or at least what passed for normal for her over the last few days. Her fuchsia lips went slack, dick straining against both her muscles and her hand, her other hand groping even more fiercely at the jiggling flesh overwhelming her chest. She heard the shower shut off just as she felt herself approaching the crest of her orgasm, and the door click as she squealed, began to buck and shudder, and came hard.
While her orgasm wasn't as powerful as it had been with her hyper-sized testicles, it was stronger than it had been with her previous morning's body, particularly as it was accompanied by all four of her enormous breasts tightening and spraying high-powered streams of her thick milk across the bed. By the time her body was done with its spasms of pleasure, huge puddles of spunk and cream sat cooling on the floor, the bed, splattered across the walls and even a few dripping stalactites of it from the ceiling fixtures.
Lyra stepped out of the shower, a towel barely managing to wrap around his massive hips, and cast his eyes across the damage, licking his lips. "Wow. I see why they say you're some kind of goddess."
Ruth panted, still dripping, staring across at the feminine man as he removed his towel and revealed his outsized endowments. Ruth felt a surge of power as he did, and watched in horror as his testicles began to expand. He was totally clean, without a single trace of any of her fluids on him, but nevertheless the jewel's power was flowing into him and changing him. He fluffed the towel through his hair, giving Ruth full view as his balls grew out and down, finishing up at twice their already-absurd size. Clear fluid began to ooze from the end of his flaccid penis, rolling down the new curve of his scrotum, forming a stream fed by intermittent gouts of the stuff. He popped his head out from the towel, following Ruth's eyes, and pursed his lips.
"Yeah, uh, I don't stay clean for long. Th-that's okay, right? You look upset."
"What?" Ruth was taken aback by her own voice. It was both deeper and more musical, carrying a bizarre mix of overtones and undertones. "Oh, no, darling, no, you're fine. I just... I think I need to go do something."
His concern turned into a bratty pout. "Aww. Okay. I'll still be here if you ever want me. Any time."
Ruth rolled off the bed, wincing at the ongoing sensitivity of her bouncing breasts, and began trying to locate her clothes. She thought she'd gotten used to how her jugs shook and slapped against each other, but adding another pair made it exponentially worse, multiplying even the slightest movement into titty pinball with the additional problem of periodic discharges of lactate when they did, with the associated sparks of pleasure like little mini-orgasms.
"Uh. Mmph. Lyra, where-whoo, where are my clothes?"
"You brought clothes? You wear clothes?"
"I-" she stopped, and reconsidered. Of course she didn't. She probably had absolutely no need for modesty in this universe. She stood back up, taking deep breaths as her breasts stopped bouncing. "No, sorry, I wasn't thinking. Um. Okay. I guess I'll be going then."
She stepped outside into the open air, taking a deep breath and moving off towards her house, attempting to shut the insistent bouncing of her new breasts out of her mind, ignoring the small splashes of milk she was leaving on the cobblestone path. This was not a body built for mobility. This wasn't a body built for anything but sex. Also, while she might have been trying to ignore the sensations, her genitals absolutely weren't, and within a few minutes of walking she was steel-hard, her cock extending to its full foot-and-a-half length and bobbing and bouncing up and down and side-to-side in front of her. Every eye around her was on her, every face an expression of absolute worship and desire. She left trails of stares as she made her way back home, eventually leading a pied piper procession of stunned bystanders who couldn't bear to let her out of their sight.
Ruth noted that among dozens of "ordinary" people there were a decent number of people with a variety of the bizarre sexual mutations she'd begun inflicting on humanity a few days ago. Some were reasonably subtle - merely excessively huge breasts, or a visible bulge in someone's pants, but some were far more pronounced. Whether it had happened before, or as a result of that morning's transformation, she wasn't sure, but the changes she'd woven into her class from yesterday had expanded their way out at least into the population of the campus - along with a noticeable number of Mobile Sexual Release Officers at work.
It did not take her as long as she'd expected to see her house. It looked as though it had partially merged with the university campus, as well as being much bigger. There was no reasonable way that she still should have been able to recognise it as her house, or even call it a house, but the knowledge settled comfortably into her mind. It had taken on parts of the university's architecture, although it didn't have the constant stream of visitors that the other half of the campus seemed to. It did, however, have a number of people outside in a public square taking pictures.
They turned as she approached, a sudden susurrus of recognition popping up from the crowd, accompanied by flashes and the snap of smartphone cameras. Discomfort flared for a moment, vestigial traces of self-consciousness over her public nudity, until she realised she wasn't a sideshow, she was a spectacle. She reared back, thrusting out her chest and pointing one foot forward, taking a deep breath that caused her chest, glistening with trails of lactation, to rise up and bounce enticingly for her adoring public. The anxiety receding, she drank in the gasps and various noises of appreciation, letting them feed into the pulses of sensation being delivered from every part of her new body.
Looking around she saw it wasn't just a crowd. There were stalls. Merchandise - particularly adult examples of it, in a number of shades of purple and white like her skin and hair. These people weren't just here for the university. They were here for her. Fascinated by her body, her sexuality. The effect she'd built into her presence yesterday, the shocked reverence for her, was still around, and if anything stronger. Strong enough to make her house into some sort of tourist attraction. A magenta lip curled into a smile as her discomfort died away completely and left, in its place, a powerful urge to show off. If they're here for a show, she thought, gently beginning to wrap one hand around her desperately pulsing penis, let's give them a show.
A hush fell over the crowd as her moan rolled across them. Her fingers danced up and down the length of her pole, strong enough to tug the pliant skin but delicate enough to move quickly and smoothly. Her eyes passed across the faces around her, staring in rapt silence as she indulgently stroked herself. She soon added a second hand to cope with her body's demands to stroke harder, faster, bring herself closer to orgasm, fluids dripping from each of her four bouncing, heaving breasts and from the fat pulsing head of her cock. Her breathing caught on itself, each one coming more desperately and making her chest heave even more, sending her mounds colliding even harder off each other, adding the fleshy slap to the cacophony echoing through the square.
She could see the effect she was having on them, not just the stunned adoration, but growing signs of intense arousal. She could see the flush in people's cheeks, beading sweat, hooded eyes, heaving bosoms, tight trousers and wiggling hips. She watched hands wandering, not just across their own bodies, but over to others, slipping across the breasts of the person next to them, coming to rest on the crotch of the person behind them. People pulled each other into tentative embraces, small, sensual kisses, then full-on frenzied makeouts, all still ensuring to keep at least one eye on Ruth. Before long the whole square had devolved into a gigantic orgy, piles of writhing flesh all attempting to sate each other's needs, normal and transformed alike. People seemed heedless of the exact nature of their partners, simply grabbing whoever was closest to them at the time their urges overpowered them, adding more as it seemed convenient or pleasurable. Faced with the erotic buffet in front of her, Ruth felt her pleasure mount, then surge, then shrieked an almost otherworldly shriek as she began to blast gouts of cum all over the entire area in front of her. She fell backwards, her ass leaving a crack in the concrete, as her cock lurched out of control. Her breasts joined in the action as well, spraying torrents of milk in every possible direction.
She laid back and let her body spend itself, then sat panting and heaving as her brain slowly rebooted. As she came to, she realised that a small figure was standing above her, a hand on its hip. Her eyes swam back into focus and she realised it was Cotton, holding a clipboard, with an amused expression on her tiny face. She wore the world's most pornographic labcoat, and nothing else but the labcoat. It just managed to button across her breasts and went down to just below her vulva, showing off massive amounts of cleavage and her smooth, thick legs. The only other clothes on her body were a pair of black heels.
"Sorry to break up your fun, Ruth, but it's time for work."
"W-work?" She stuttered her reply but Cotton had already turned on her heel and walked off, leading to Ruth pulling herself up and stumbling after the diminutive professor, past still-fucking piles of people covered in streaks of her fluids.
"I know your brain recovers faster than that, Ruth. We've tested it, remember? We're testing everything about you and these bizarre phenomena that seem to follow you. You can't spend your whole day fucking tourists."
They went inside the university section of the dual complex, through familiar but strangely alien hallways, until they reached what Ruth dimly recognised as Cotton's classroom, only the door now was a set of large steel double doors with magnetic locks. Cotton passed a fob over a panel next to them and they swung open with a hydraulic hiss, allowing the pair to move through into a room the same dimensions as the gymnasium as yesterday, but with the pads and cushions augmented with monitors and medical equipment. It was empty, though, and Cotton turned around with an impish grin. She unbuttoned the couple of buttons heroically holding back her chest, releasing up a tidal wave of flesh that surged forward and to the sides of her torso. Ruth stared open-mouthed as her professor-cum-researcher's breasts sloshed into position, the tiny girl giggling at the response.
"You never get tired of that, do you? Okay, darling, time for work."
Cotton strode forward, gently pushing Ruth back and down against a plush pile of cushions. She sat her huge rump down in Ruth's lap, Ruth's cock standing solidly up between her thick thighs. Cotton wrapped both of her hands around it, cocking her head to the side to stare up at Ruth's eyes.
"You're so big. This thing comes up past my fucking ribcage, I can't get over it, no matter how many times I see it!"
She demonstrated this fact for a moment, pulling it back against her body and comparing its length to that of her, admittedly short, torso. She rubbed it against herself a little bit, then pulled it even harder, letting the plush flesh of her pelvis and stomach squish against it before she wiggled. The wiggling pulled the skin of Ruth's cock from side to side, making it lurch against Cotton's hands, leaving her struggling to keep it held in place.
"Mmm, down, girl. Don't get too excited, we've got fun things planned for you! I'm thinking maybe... Some titties?"
Cotton let the shaft go and gathered up her breasts in her hands, to the extent she could given the way they attempted to slide out of her grip, and pressed them together against Ruth's cock. They sloshed up and down against each other in wobbling waves, lubricated by the gouts of fluid Ruth produced with every lurch of her penis, a warm, wet, pillowy-soft tunnel of pure pleasure wielded by one of the world's top authorities on sex. Ruth thumped the cushions next to her as her other hand ran its way through her perfect white hair, trying to find something to cling to as her brain floated away on pure sensation. Cotton manipulated her oversized chest with incredible skill, sliding and rubbing and squeezing in exactly the right spots to drive Ruth further and further down the path towards her orgasm at rapid speed.
Her moans began to crescendo, the bizarre overtones harmonising with each other until it sounded like a chorus of voices were all joining together in peals of delight. Cotton maintained her focus, although the flush in her cheeks and the fixated gaze in her eyes betrayed far more than just a casual interest in Ruth's climax.
"Cum for me, Ruth. I want to see one of those gigantic, earth-shattering, godlike orgasms. I want you to coat me head to toe in cum." Cotton's expression had moved on even further, from clinical focus to lusty thirst to what now seemed to be a sort of dreamy fugue, her eyes unfocused, breathing slowing to a tranquil torpor. "Please, cum for me like you know we all desire. B-bless me. Bless me with your seed."
Ruth howled, her hips rising up into the air even against the weight of Cotton's breasts, the height of her thrust bringing with it a tremendous surge of thick semen that didn't so much jet as it did gush towards the ceiling, turning in midair in sloppy, weighty ropes before falling back down and across the top of Cotton's head with an audible, momentous slap. Cotton fell back in silent awe, letting Ruth continue to heave vast ropes of cum across her body, sitting near motionless save for the uncontrollable bouncing and jiggling of her plump curves, until she was almost totally coated in slime.
The pair lay panting for a minute, until Cotton picked herself up, shuddering in pleasure, her body beginning to change under the varnish of sperm. Her watermelon-sized mounds began to slowly expand, creeping out in front and to the sides, the lowest curves advancing further down her torso, no longer merely huge but inhumanly enormous, vast fleshy pendulous hillocks that dominated her entire body with their bulk. Her nipples had initially just expanded to keep pace with the rest of her breasts, but as they grew larger their shape began to change, spreading out at the sides and flattening somewhat, forming not a single thick peak but two fat ridges of soft pink skin surrounding a deep depression. Cotton opened her mouth to moan and her nipples moved as well, spreading apart slightly, stretching the skin inbetween them which sank even further into the curve of her breast until the bottom was no longer visible, her breasts now crowned by what were clearly a pair of huge, thick-lipped, glistening mouths. In shape they were the twins of the mouth on her face, but were much larger, and strings of thick drool bridged them when they opened. Cotton stretched back, licking her lips, and a pair of tongues joined the same action across her chest, huge slabs of muscle that promised strength and pleasure. She noticed Ruth staring at her, and grinned, lightly shaking her chest to send her tits bounding from side to side with considerable momentum.
"You still can't get over these, can you? Even a goddess can be surprised, I guess, when it's the only pair of lip-nipples in the entire world."
She squatted down, pushing up her hanging breasts against her thighs so she could reach her hands down to her lipples, gently brushing her hands against them and moaning lightly as they kissed and licked back, before rolling forward and letting them thump against the floor, breastflesh rolling and bounding towards Ruth until one of Cotton's lipples could rest against the heavy weight of Ruth's scrotum. It immediately lolled its tongue out, pulling an entire testicle inside itself and beginning to noisily suckle it while the tongue lashed against the loose bottom of Ruth's sack.
Ruth's penis had been flagging but immediately pulsed and began to throb back to hardness, joined by a choral moan from the purple-skinned beauty. Cotton shuffled around, pivoting on the centre of mass of her right breast while heaving her left to the side with her, grunting with effort, and dropped it on Ruth's lap, sending her sprawling backwards with her cock trapped between her stomach and Cotton's breast. She immediately felt Cotton's lipple begin to kiss and suck her shaft, huge, fat, wet presses of the giant lips that simulated huge lengths of even her enormous penis which, combined with the stimulation underneath it, had the stirrings of orgasm surging up back inside her again. She allowed herself to sink back into the sensation, so lost in what Cotton's new transformations were doing to her, held down by the pressure of the weight of her breast, that she didn't hear the door click open until she was ready to cum, too late to notice Alan had walked in as well. She blew her load straight up against her body, squirting out of the seal Cotton's breast made with her body across her four breasts and her face, straining against her own weight and Cotton's as she attempted to buck and cum.
Alan squatted down next to the pair, extracting his rapidly-hardening fourteen inches and huge overfull balls from out of his slacks, while the power of the jewel washed over him as it radiated from Ruth's body. His cock began to expand, in length but particularly in width, rapidly fattening across until it had more than doubled in girth for only a few extra inches of length. He grunted, and it flexed and then divided down the middle, splitting from the tip down, forming two shafts that splayed to either side, the inner sides ballooning up to match the outer sides until they were two identical cocks, the same width as his original one but much longer. Underneath, his scrotum skin surged outwards, loose and billowing, to make space for more orbs that began to pop into existence inside it and grow until the vast sack was filled with six or seven cantaloupe-sized testicles.
"Good morning, Mr. Brightwell." Cotton spoke to Alan with a bizarre casual relaxation, as if they were discussing sports over the water cooler. "How was your night?"
"Busy, Cotton. Wasn't able to find any companions for the evening and Ruth's maid was busy so I had to take care of myself all night. My hands started cramping."
"Oh, I know, Alan. Six hours on, ten minutes off, that's your stamina."
"The six hours isn't the issue, I don't have to go that long, it's the needing to do it six or seven times in a row every every hour that's the issue." He sighed as his testicles audibly gurgled. Cotton looked aside at him, at the twin shafts of pulsing meat, and licked her lips. Her lipples followed along with the motion.
"I could help relieve some of that dreadful pressure for you. As a caring supervisor, of course. Can't have my research students distracted by having their huge heavy balls churning with loads of piping hot spunk, can we?"
Alan smirked at her, but sat back against another cushion, letting Cotton heave her tits over into his lap, industriously positioning them so that his two cocks were able to perfectly slide into the wet, warm embrace of her tits. They sucked and slurped with incredible pressure, even able to pull the her boobs up against his cocks on suction alone, setting up rippling waves of flesh as they sloshed back and forth, Alan shuddering and settling back as Cotton calmly worked on him.
Ruth returned to consciousness again and sat up, seeing Cotton sucking off her friend's double-dicks with the enormous mouths that had replaced the nipples on the end of her gigantic breasts. She realised that her magic, the jewel's magic, had contaminated Alan as well. She couldn't be around people or she'd transform them - unless she stopped cumming, which she could already tell was absolutely not possible with her body and its needs. She thought for a moment of the crowd outside, and someone else being cursed with a new transformation every time she jerked herself off. Her heart skipped and, with Cotton still industriously draining Alan dry, she stood up and fled out the door.
She ran. She ran out into the courtyard, out of the university, past the crowds of shocked tourists, barely even aware of how her dick or breasts bounced, only focused on reaching her car - which she did in huge strides. Where her roadster had sat now was a large SUV - more than likely to account for her new size. She leaped in, butt sliding across smooth leather, slammed the door shut and pulled out, tearing off onto the road, not daring to slow down until she'd left the towers of the city behind.
The city turned into countryside, which slowly turned into more wild wilderness, set on the shore of a huge lake. She pulled up right at the lake, stumbling out of the car, her feet sinking down into the wet sand, and grabbed the jewel from the thong around her neck. She was immediately assaulted with a vision of what she'd looked like mere days ago - scrawny, sexless, ugly. She looked down at herself, her beautiful, sensual, desirable, pleasurable body. A goddess, they'd all called her. Was she willing to give that up just to stop changing the people around her? Did their comfort with themselves matter more than hers?
Growling, she hurled it as far as she could, right into the deepest heart of the lake, then fell back, panting. She half expected to feel her changes melt away, to feel herself shrink back to the Ruth she'd done her best to destroy, but nothing happened aside from the slow gentle rising of the heat of arousal inside her that was taking over as the panic receded. She heard feet crunching on the sand as her penis began its ascent back to full erection, and turned her head to see a pink-clad Mobile Sexual Release Officer, her own futanari dick rigid against her tiny shorts, enormous breasts nearly falling out of her crop top, but in her hands-
"Excuse me, ma'am, but I believe this belongs to you?"
Ruth's heart sank. It was the jewel. No longer attached to any sort of necklace or strap but sitting unadorned, just blazing with its galaxy-purple fire in the bright coastal sun.
"N-no, that isn't mine."
The blond sexcop stood puzzled for a moment, then grinned. "No, ma'am, you're mistaken. This is yours! Please take it back!"
She shoved it into Ruth's hands, who groaned and allowed her fingers to wrap around it again, the aura of power from the thing flowing back into her, but this time with a satisfied, almost smug overtone to the feeling. The MSRP girl stepped back, smiling, and then looked down to where Ruth's giant cock was pulsing hard and dripping precum.
"Oh my! Please allow me to assist you with that as well!"
Ruth, focused as she was on the return of the jewel, barely noticed what the girl was doing until she felt a long, slow lick up the underside of her cock.
"N-no, don't, y-you-ooohhh..."
MSRP officers were good at what they did, and within seconds the tip of her dick was in the girl's mouth and that massive, soft, smooth pair of breasts were wrapped around the shaft. She tried a few more times to protest but each time was punctuated by another pump of her tits or ducking her head as far down the shaft as she could and before too long her mind was wiped clean by another of her supernaturally amplified orgasms, only coming to as the officer already began to change.
Her breasts were expanding even as she attempted to heave them back into her too-tight top, first merely stretching it out to absurdity, and soon completely overflowing the garment, making her cast it aside with a shrug, lifting, squeezing and slapping her breasts together experimentally. However, the area where her uniform had been covering them still remained with a pink tinge to her skin, like the top had been sucked inwards into her chest. From there, it began to spread out, up and down her body in a slow, steady wave, until before long every inch of her perfect skin was a bright, hot pink. She pouted her lips, which began to darken, along with her hair, until they were a grape purple, followed by her nipples, and possibly other less visible parts of her body.
Ruth growled, and hurled the jewel off the cliff again, before turning back around to inspect the damage that had been done to the bright-pink futanari. It wasn't much, apparently, especially judging by a tattooed pip on her shoulder that indicated she was now a higher rank. This couldn't keep going on, though. While she was inspecting the officer, she heard a cough from behind her, and turned around to see another MSRP officer, this one short, impressively wide and clearly failing to contain a much bigger dick. In her hands-
"Excuse me, ma'am, I think you dropped this?"
The tyres of the electric SUV crunched on the dirt of the mountain path as Ruth tore up and as far away from the city as she could, putting more distance between herself and the MSRP officers, still clutching the jewel. She couldn't be around people any more. She couldn't keep transforming them. If she couldn't control the jewel, and couldn't get rid of it, her only alternative was to keep it safe and secure. The only other solution would be never having another orgasm for the rest of her life - and she knew deep inside herself that was not going to happen.
She found a valley some way up the mountain, enough space for her to extend the jewel out and will a wood cabin into being - far smaller than her house, of course, but luxurious by any normal standard, and appropriately sized for her height. She moved inside, past a cozy living room with enormous wooden-frame sofas covered in plush cushions in front of a roaring wood fire, and poked her head into her bedroom, with a similarly huge and rustic four-poster bed covered in knit blankets. She flopped backwards on the bed, landing heavily into the plush feather mattress, and sighed, feeling the anxiety starting to melt away. This wasn't so bad. She could live with this - like this. She didn't need other people. The jewel glinted on her side table when she rolled to look at it, her tits slapping heavily against each other. She certainly didn't need other people if she could amuse herself in an infinite number of ways with her own body. Watching a slow trickle of milk ooze out of a nipple from the contact gave her an idea.
Gently brushing the jewel, she sent a command into her body. Heat immediately bloomed into her breasts, accompanied by a faint gurgle, and the faint stream of milk suddenly strengthened, squirting out across the blankets nearly to the far wall. She heaved herself back up against the back of the bed, her nipples still leaking heavily but not nearly enough to compensate for the additional milk she was filling them with. She moaned as they grew tight and even heavier, swelling up and out as her lactate built up inside them. They spread across the bed as the tightness surged and receded, filling up, growing to compensate, and then filling up again in wave after wave that left her whining, sweating and panting, her cock painfully erect between the weighty mounds. Within only a few minutes of growth she grunted as she felt one of her breasts fall off the side of the bed with a flump and continue to spread. She grabbed the jewel in her fist and concentrated again, then screamed as her breasts surged forward even faster, hard streams of milk squirting from her enormous, overworked nipples, saturating everything around her before the advancing tide of breastflesh crushed it to splinters.
From outside the cabin, nothing would have seemed strange for a moment, until one would have been able to hear deep groaning and creaking, and then a tremendous cacophony of cracking and crunching. Out of one of the windows, grape purple skin started bulging out of the windows, before crumpling the wall outwards and breaking it down, then smothering it as the purple tide advanced. In the other direction, the roof began to collapse as load-bearing walls were demolished, then swept aside by tight waves of tit and carried away by floods of creamy milk. Before too long the entire house had been reduced to rubble by four gigantic purple breasts, each one spraying vast amounts of white fluid that leaked in rivers to the sides of the valley and then down the mountainside.
They sat motionless for a few minutes, save for the loud rumbling and gurgling issuing from inside them, before they began to shift and separate. From inside the piles of tit Ruth's head emerged, followed by her shoulders, expanding up and outwards as she grew her body up to match the new size of her breasts. She stretched her arms up towards the sky, almost appearing to be diving upwards out of her breasts, then grunted as she stood up, heaving the weight along with her, until she towered over the clearing at a full thirty feet. Her curves were impossibly vast, horizons of smooth purple skin, and her penis was a mighty twelve-foot trunk that swung with ponderous momentum with each lurch of her pelvic muscles. She sat back down on the remains of her cabin, a minor tremor reverberating through the valley, ass and tits all slowly sloshing and shaking with incredible force.
She reached between the forest of flesh in front of her and gripped her cock with both hands, a deep, low moan rolling from her giant throat as she began to stroke and echoing for miles. Her enormous body was slow, far slower than she would normally have stroked herself but contained enormous strength, each pump of her hands long, deliberate and powerful. She wanted to stroke faster and bring herself to completion sooner, but the physics of her giant body forebode anything but those long, slow strokes that teased her mercilessly, building the anticipatory sensation of orgasm to the point where she was nearly howling with the need to cum, but completely unable to move any faster and finish herself off.
As she felt herself getting closer and closer to the magic moment, a small sound filtered into her awareness. It was a voice. Small, faint, but nevertheless, a voice, calling out from further down the mountain.
"The noises were coming from up here! And there was that hint of purple we saw in the telescope! She's up here, guys, I swear."
Ruth would have gone cold if it wasn't for her impossibly revved-up libido. Hikers. Three of them, further down the mountain. Looking for her. There was no way she was going to be able to stay away from them, or from anyone else. Even out here in the middle of nowhere people would find her.
She also had another, more immediate problem. The hikers were close enough that if she kept going, and finally unleashed herself, one of them was going to change. The problem was that she didn't even know if she could stop - or maybe she could, and just didn't want to. Her long-sought orgasm was right at the edge, and was one more change really so bad when she needed to cum this badly?
The justifications ran thick and fast in her head as the orgasm buzzed at the edge of her consciousness. It wasn't as if any of the people she'd transformed were unhappy. Some of them were much, much happier. The strong likelihood was that these hikers, hikers out to try to find her, be near her, to take her power into them, would accept their new bodies as a gift. Why deny them that, just for the sake of not indulging herself? It simply wouldn't be fair.
Ruth's arms continued to move up and down, slowly, still unable to move any faster against their own ponderous inertia, but she was committed now. She was finishing. She desperately pumped, muscles straining against her size, attempting to wring out every last drop of haste she could from her ponderous body. It was only right as the hikers turned a corner in the trail they were following, coming into full view of Ruth's titanic form, stopping and standing in mute awe, that a roar rose from the very depth of Ruth's lungs and, echoing through the entire valley at ear-splitting volume, Ruth finally came.
Or, at least, she started to cum. The physics of her size being what they were, it actually took several minutes of her muscles flexing, straining and pumping to even rally that amount of fluid into position, and then a full minute of those muscles tightening to the point of total agony before she was finally able to ejaculate.
She didn't shoot, exactly. What she did, though, was gush. A tremendous flood of pearl-white spunk burst from the end of her cock but didn't fly off, instead falling down heavily, stringing from her shaft for a minute until it hit the ground with a tremendous wet slap and began to slowly ooze down towards the hikers. She howled, and another, even larger deluge of cum joined the first lot and pulling it wards the hikers even faster. Lurch by lurch the tide of cum turned into a river, a thick semenclastic flow that gradually moved its way towards the hikers. Her cock pulsed again, drawing a deep yelp out of her, accompanying an even larger surge of cum that splashed into the river that was already there, pushing it forward and enveloping the hikers in a wave of goo.
Almost immediately they all began to transform. All three had the backs of their pants or shorts rip apart to accommodate first a huge expansion of their rumps and thighs, that soon turned into an extending column of flesh that unfolded into a second pair of legs, giving them a long, four-legged lower body like a second torso was leaning forward at the hips and attached at the buttocks. The lead hiker, a slim dark-haired man with coppery skin, groaned as his cock slowly retreated back inside him, replaced by smooth skin revealed when the remnants of his shorts fell away from his thighs.
Its retraction, though, was matched by the growth of another between his rear legs, matched and considerably more. He moaned, back legs trembling, as the shaft inched forward and began to droop under its own erect weight.
The other man in the group, brown-skinned, bleached blond, groaned as not two, not four, but six mounds budded on his chest, each of them soon swelling up into fat, soft, pendulous breasts that grew rapidly, capped with bulging areolas and enormous wide pebbly nipples. Beneath the stacked breasts, at the bottom of his abdomen, a pink bulge started to form and rapidly grew to match and exceed the growth of his breasts while replacing his cock, four other bumps forming at the end of it until it was clearly a large and still-swelling udder above a puffy vulva with a thick clitoris.
Behind her, joining the blond hair that was taking on the colour of her dye as it cascaded from her head and rapidly-beautifying face, more breasts were forming along the underside of her rear torso, eight in total, along with another udder brushing against her rear thighs that, bent over as they were, were permanently presenting her second swollen, sodden pussy.
The third hiker, a redheaded girl, gasped as her front clitoris tightened and expanded outwards, her pussy mound rapidly becoming crowned by a ten-inch cock, throbbing and glistening with juice. The same happened to the one at the rear of her body, only this one grew twice as thick over the same time, soon splitting with a sharp organic noise into two equally-sized shafts that spread out to either side.
The first hiker stepped back, grinning at the size of his newfound endowment, feeling fat testicles swelling into place behind it slap against his rear legs, but his brow knit as his cock continued to grow. It grew fatter, and longer, and heavier, still rock-hard and throbbing, until it protruded out from between his front legs the width of his thigh with no sign of slowing.
Similarly, the blonde behind him was finding the new mounds that dotted her body continuing to grow as well, the six-stack of breasts down her front each now bigger than a basketball, topping an udder twice even that size. Her breasts and udder on her underside were of similar size, rapidly filling the available real estate between her four legs with constantly bobbling and jiggling masses of flesh. The sensation buzzed up her spine each time her soft skin dragged against itself, and multiple breasts and udders were rubbing against others every time she moved.
The last hiker had sat backwards on her butt, rear legs spread out and front legs bent as though she was sitting in a chair, twin four-foot cocks projecting to either side atop a loose scrotum filled with multiple heavy, tight testicles, and the third cock projecting from between her front legs up to the level of her neck. She hadn't touched any of them yet, just staring in shock and unbelievable pleasure as they pulsed and grew.
Ruth watched silently for a moment from her vantage point, after recovering from her orgasm, and shrunk herself back down and picked her way down to where the hikers sat, still transforming in the river of cum she'd created. The lead hiker's dick was now fat enough to take up the entirety of the space between his legs, a pair of testicles each the size of a smart car dragging behind him, his face locked in desperation as he tried to drag his legs and body along eight feet of dick to try and stimulate it enough to cum. The second hiker was totally immobile, her under-breasts so large that her legs kicked in midair as they lifted her off the ground, all of them now leaking a heavy stream of milk. The last hiker was moving her hands back and forth between her three cocks, gushing precum in thick streams, unable to settle on one or even two to actually jerk off, as the size and quantity of the testicles feeding them increased by the second. Ruth sighed and turned away, conjuring up a way for her get back home.
It was late and night and pitch-black by the time she got back home. The crowds were still around, though, camping out, and a buzz went through them as Ruth arrived back, accompanied by lights and flashing of camera phones. She strode past their stunned faces, although a part of her, the part particularly concerned by the pressure in her milk-laden tits and steel-hard cock, wanted to stay and partake in the buffet of flesh, but she just wanted to be back in her own house.
There were instantaneous dual squeals when she stepped in the door, and Marie and Ginette both threw themselves at her in a joint hug that was 90% boob.
"Madame! You came back!"
"Ruth, we thought you were gone!"
Ruth ran two of her hands through their hair, sighing again. "I'm sorry girls, I just... I have some problems that I thought I could run away from."
Marie squeezed her tighter. "We can 'elp you!"
Ruth shook her head. "No, you can't. But it's okay. We'll have to see how it goes."
The girls kept squeezing her tight, and Ruth became uncomfortably aware of exactly how hard she was, and the way her breasts were leaking against them. Marie looked up at her with her big, dark-lined eyes, practically drooling over her scent.
"Madame, I am so 'ungry. P-please, can I-"
Ruth's shoulders slumped, knowing what was inevitable. She nodded, sat down on one of the living room couches, and held her cock horizontally from the bottom of the shaft for Marie's access. As Marie knelt in front of her and pushed her lips to the tip, Ginette sat beside Ruth, offering one of her breasts to the huge woman's mouth.
"Ruth, um. You don't have to if you don't want to, but I haven't pumped in a while... I thought you might be hungry..."
Ruth suckled the thick mound into her mouth, Ginette shrieking for a moment as the pleasure hit and then managed to get on top of it, though her breathing rattled and her face flushed as Ruth nursed from her. Sweet cream flowed into Ruth's mouth, sliding gloriously down her throat, letting her sink back in pleasant calm as Marie worked away at her from below, sliding her own even larger breasts up and down the lubricated pole and suckling and kissing it as much as she was able with its enormous size.
Ruth's lovers moaned and heaved their bodies against her, a huge tangle of pillowy warmth, breast rubbing against breast from all directions, Ruth still greedily feeding from Ginette while Marie became even more insistent about her work, pushing up further to let Ruth's dick nestle between her mounds, tit-fucking it with her entire torso while still able to reach it with her mouth and tongue. She squealed with happiness as she heard Ruth start to choke on Ginette's nipple and felt the cock lurch between her boobs, backing off her motion for a moment to let it keep throbbing and finally start to shoot, cum gushing up into the air and spraying down across her face and the vast shelf of her cleavage.
On pure instinct she kept nursing even in the brain-blank her orgasm left her with, and as Marie staggered backwards, shovelling spunk into her mouth, Ruth didn't even notice as Marie's breasts surged outwards and downwards with each mouthful. New flesh appeared into existence by the second, the girl's already outrageous chest rapidly leaving beachballs behind as she gorged herself, getting big enough that from her kneeling position in front of Ruth she was pulled forward onto massive, spreading pillows of breast that were pushing her up from the ground. Her arms spread out across their surface as she rose up, sinking comfortably into the warm embrace, until she sat enveloped in her cleavage in a cum-drunk daze.
Ruth was still drinking when she came to, Ginette having switched to another breast to drain them evenly, one that put her hand within reach of Ruth's cock while she nursed. She started stroking it, already back to full erection despite her orgasm, cradling Ruth's giant head with her other hand , breathing heavily but calmly as her day's tightness finally receded. By the time Ginette had changed to a third breast, Ruth was thrashing and moaning again, choking on the flow of cream while making her own flow of cream up and out towards the far wall of the living room.
Ginette's horns grew longer and larger, poking out of her thick dark hair. Her ears began to expand, flatten and droop down, gaining a small layer of fuzz. She leaned back against the couch to make room as the bottom of her stomach slowly began to bloat. Four dark bumps appeared on the surface of the bloating flesh, the darkness spreading out, until she was left with a soft mocha mound the size of a basketball covered in four thick, five-inch long teats nestled in chocolate-brown areolas, like someone had tried to build a cow's udder out of a human breast. She reached down and tugged on one of the teats, moaning as a sharp stream of milk squirted out of it, then grabbed another and began slowly letting the pressure out of her new organ. Ruth barely noticed, hanging on the edge of consciousness, until finally she collapsed back under exhaustion and the weight of her day.
Day broke over the sandstone lines of an enormous ziggurat, looming over the rest of what was otherwise an ordinary American college town. Dark lines of people streamed up and down the steps of the monolithic temple. A massive stone door at the top was flanked by huge statues of an enormous woman, supernaturally curvaceous with four enormous breasts and two gigantic penises sprouting one above the other from between her thick thighs. A thick, pearlescent liquid that glittered in the sunlight dripped heavily from the ends of the stone shafts into a pair of large pools, a number of people kneeling beside them.
Inside the doors ran a web of rooms and corridors, large and open but still designed with the intent of ensuring someone would require time and effort to make their way through them. The dedicated, though, could continue to follow them deeper and deeper into the temple until-
More pools of the sparkling liquid ran in straight lines on either side of the enormous room, with a stone path in the middle flanked by large pillars, leading up to a huge vaulted ceiling that opened to the outside sunlight. At the far end of the room, up a set of steps, was an enormous bed, piled high with pillows and cushions, draped with silk curtains, surrounded by tables piled high with plates of cakes, biscuits and sweets, as well as large jugs of milk so cool that it was dewing in the cool sunlight.
Nestled in the middle of the bed, splayed back against a pile of cushions on the far wall, was the purple-black silhouette of an enormous woman. Nine feet tall with four breasts each the size of an average beach ball jostling for space against each other on her upper torso. Beneath them rose the two proud shafts of penises each two and a half feet long, glistening with the same sparkling fluid that flowed in the fountains outside, atop a massive smooth space-dark scrotum that bulged with multiple mounds inside it. The bed was lit by a soft glow from the rivers of white hair that flowed from her head, pooling in twists of luminescent fibres across the bedsheets.
She woke with a start when the doors of the temple swung open and several pairs of high heels began to clack on the floor. Marie, resplendent in frills, lace and black that was tailored carefully to cover the entirety of her preposterous breasts that bounced and heaved upwards with every single step. It shouldn't have been possible for the girl to actually keep her balance with the haughty stride she had adopted, but she somehow stayed upright and made her way quickly to the edge of the bed. She was flanked by two other maids, beautiful and well-endowed but obviously not even close to the same degree as Marie.
Ruth's eyes settled onto Marie and she groaned, her voice melodic, like multiple voices harmonising into one. Both of her cocks lurched hard and disgorged monstrous globs of her sparkling cum that bulged out from the tip and rolled halfway down the shaft before slowly and viscously dripping down in strings onto the bed.
As her moan rolled over Marie, the bounce in her breasts started to become even stronger, the mountains of flesh heaving up and down even more. Her stride didn't break but her breasts were quite obviously becoming even larger as she walked, each sloshing heave of tit leaving more behind as it receded, until by the time Marie reached Ruth's bed the lowest curve of each breast was no more than two inches away from the floor, projecting outwards several feet from her body. She, of course, paid no heed to her new expanded size, as to her she'd always been that big, but she was somewhat red in the face from the exertion of holding them up. When she reached the bed she slumped forward with a contented groan, her breasts pooling forwards along the floor, before gently laying down ensconced in her own cleavage.
"Girls, morning protocol, if you please." Her two attendants moved to either side of her, grabbing straps attached to either side of her bodice and heaving them upwards, step by trembling step, Marie following closely behind, up onto the bed. Unfastening and peeling back her outfit from the vast, milky masses spreading out across the bed, they pushed and rolled them closer towards Ruth until they, at least partially, could pool in between her legs. More precum rolled down the pale curves, sliding down toward's Marie's chest where it slowly began to disappear, like it was evaporating - or more accurately, like it was being pulled in. Marie groaned as it did, licking her lips.
"Mmph, y-yeesss. Please, my Goddess, feed me. Feed my hungry tits. Grace me with your blessed seed!"
The attendants to either side knelt on the bed, grabbing and heaving Marie's tits slowly across the bed towards Ruth, then together when they were close enough to entrap Ruth's cocks. With strong, practised motions, they set up rolling waves back and forth, pushing back against the waves at just the right time to crash together with vast fleshy slaps against her shafts, tugging, pulling and rubbing against them, a carefully-curated tit-fuck of epic proportions.
Ruth's moans grew even louder, building on themselves in powerful harmonies that echoed throughout the chamber, her hips rising and rolling off the bed. Pleasure mounted, far beyond the point where ordinarily she already would have came, but despite how hard they throbbed and ached to release, her body refused to allow it. She did release another pair of gigantic globs of her glittery fluids, though, and within moments the maid to her left's arms grew tougher and thicker as she suddenly developed a strong, muscular physique, leaning back to more easily continue heaving Marie's breasts back and forth.
It took another twenty minutes, as well as another mini-orgasm that left the other maid eight feet tall, before Ruth finally felt the stirring inside her, the twitching, aching buzz that told her that blessedly, finally, the magic moment was about to arrive. The maids watched the change in her expression and subtly changed their rhythm, holding off a little bit to allow them, just as Ruth's moans turned into screams that would have been audible blocks away, to pull Marie's breasts away and allow a clear, unobstructed target for what came next.
The maids each grabbed a cock, pointing them directly at Marie's face and chest, just in time for two enormous gouts of sparkling goo to gush out from the tips, flying forward at unbridled velocity to hit Marie directly in the face and chest, bouncing off in viscous ropes that splattered across the initial swell of her boobs and pooling into the deep cleft between where their mass really began to project out. Marie moaned in unparalleled delight as gout after gout of Ruth's divine seed coated her, glazed under a tide of pearlescent sparkles. Astonishingly, though, the fluid didn't build up for long, because almost as fast as it hit her it seemed to disappear, sinking into her skin like it was draining away, Marie's body not just consuming the cum but absorbing it.
Ruth unloaded gallons upon gallons onto her supine lover in a full ten minutes of mind-breaking orgasm, every ounce readily absorbed by the girl's greedy breasts, leaving the girl dazed and cum-drunk floating on a sea formed from her own curves. Her attendants rolled her breasts back into their carriers and, prompting Marie, got the groggy woman to step back and away from the bed, moving her into a small area at the edge of the temple to let her boobs pool into a comfortable alcove.
Ruth was barely able to take into account what had happened before the doors opened again, revealing the tiny form of Cotton, also flanked by two assistants wearing flowing white tied robes. Cotton wore robes as well but they were tied underneath her breasts, which easily hung down past her waist, to reveal the pair of huge, pink-lipped mouths that had replaced her nipples the previous day. As she approached the altar-bed, her stride became a little less stable and confident, her motions jerkier, her eyes glazing as her attention was split elsewhere. She gripped a pillar at the bottom of the steps leading up to the bed, leaning against it and panting, trying to keep the whines and moans out of her voice as her chest heaved with exertion, her tits bouncing and slapping against each other, enormous tongues hanging out of her lip-nipples as they also panted. She almost seemed to get on top of whatever was happening but as she stood back up she suddenly squealed and doubled over, bracing herself against the pillar as she shuddered, her hips rolling, tits rolling forward and slapping against the stone as her body writhed in what was unmistakably an orgasm. She recovered, breathing heavily, carefully making her way up the steps.
"Good morning, my Goddess. How are you feeling today?"
"C-Cotton?" Ruth almost didn't recognise her rich, melodious, multi-layered voice. She gazed awestruck at the patterns of glinting flecks moving across her space-dark skin like constellations in the night sky. "Wh-what's happening? My body it's..."
Cotton's brow knit. "It's... the same as it has been since the day you blessed this earth with your presence, Goddess. Beautiful. Sexual. Utterly mysterious. It's why I've devoted my life to studying you."
Cotton climbed up on the bed next to Ruth, her eyes still gazing at Ruth with awe and wonder, gently running a hand down Ruth's arm, watching points of light twinkle under her fingers.
"There's still so much about you I don't know. About me. You know my theory - the huge amount of biological diversity we see in humanity is unlike any other creature, and yet we're all still... the same organism. It's absolutely correct, but it's also strange. And there's nobody more unlike humanity than you. You're connected to it, somehow, I just... Can't work out how."
Ruth went to tell her about the jewel, but as she began to open her mouth she felt it pulse, and was suddenly struck dumb. She tried a number of different ways to phrase telling Cotton what was happening, but each one died before it could leave her throat. Cotton watched her, still with big adoring eyes, although the longer Ruth's silence went, the more concerned she became, and also the more uncomfortable. Eventually, Ruth's reverie was broken when Cotton couldn't hold in a moan and a brief shake of her hips.
"Cotton? Are you okay?"
Cotton grinned back impishly. "Oh, the silent treatment except to tease me? You know what being near you does to me, and what that makes my body do."
She shuddered again, not in pain, but possibly with a slight air of frustration. "Mmph. Haven't had a moment's peace from this stupid thing since it learned what feels good." She leaned back in the comfortable cushions of Ruth's bed, spreading her legs, and Ruth was finally able to see what Cotton was talking about.
A large, powerful tongue projected out from her vulva, rubbing and pressing against whatever it could reach, dripping strings of drool as it curled and pulled back inside and then slid out again. It rolled and lapped at her, making her writhe and moan, running her fingers through her hair, being unstoppably eaten out by her own body. Looking down for a moment, and catching Ruth's eye, she decided to let go and stop trying to hold it back, her moans rising in volume and intensity as it began to seriously work away at her, wrapping around and up to slide against her clitoris while it thrust in and out of her lips. Ruth's penises pulsed back to erection watching the sight, and as Cotton's own pleasure heightened and began to creep towards her crescendo, Ruth groaned and shuddered in a pseudo-orgasm, felt the energy flow out of her body, just in time for the doors to her room to groan open again.
Alan walked in, carrying a stack of papers. He wore robes similar to Cotton's, these ones loose and billowy around the waste to give plenty of room for the two huge slabs of meat dangling from his crotch and the vast sack of over half a dozen gigantic testicles that accompanied them. He, of course, didn't notice as the burst of energy from Ruth's jewel turned that into a third flaccid shaft and another half-dozen testicles, though his gait had to change drastically to limit the amount of movement and bouncing, and at one point he winced when he stumbled slightly and his sack slammed into his knees. He climbed up to the bed's level, and stood waiting patiently while Cotton finished her orgasm. She stretched backwards, short legs kicking, breasts bouncing wildly, and then settled back with a contented groan.
"Cotton, today's visitors are here, and I have the observation notes. We can begin when you're ready."
"Mmh... Oh... Mmm... Y-yes." She took a deep breath. "Let's send the first one in."
Behind where Alan had walked in strode in a four-legged person, like the hikers from yesterday, who had forest-green skin and long tresses of magenta hair, a slim, flat front chest with a ten-inch penis between their front legs, and four large breasts bobbing from their lower torso. They smiled as they arrived at the foot of Ruth's bed and slowly slid up in front of her. Carefully, they pushed her upper dick forward, leaving room for their lower torso to trap her lower dick against the bed under a pile of cushiony breasts.
Cotton began scribbling. "Remember, it's incredibly important that you try and remain as lucid as possible and describe any sensations that you are feeling."
They nodded, smiling up at Ruth again, and started to pump their body backwards and forwards, grinding their breasts along Ruth's second cock and slowly using their hands to pump the first one.
They grunted. "It's like... Something is pushing against me. It feels like it takes far more effort to do this than it should, even for her size."
Alan nodded. "You definitely aren't the first to note that. It takes a considerable amount of time and effort to get her off." As the humantaur kept thrusting, Cotton put her clipboard to the side, pressing into Alan's back, her breasts mostly folding to either side of his thighs, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"You want to keep taking the notes?" Her hand slid down to the first enormous cock stem that it encountered, gently pressing into the pliant skin. "I can tell you're aching to cum. I'm very perceptive, you know."
"I'm always aching to cum."
"And I perceived that."
"Cotton, we're trying to do research here."
"Sure, but who said I can't run my own experiment on what happens to your dick if I sit here and play with it?"
She felt the shaft pulse under her fingers and heard a small gurgle from Alan's oversized sack, and giggled. "Initial results are promising!" She slipped her other hand down to gently wrap around a second shaft, starting to slowly drag her hands forward, pulling masses of soft skin with them.
Alan took a shuddering breath, all three of his cocks giving a small twitch as they slowly began to start inflating. He tried to keep his attention focused on what was in front of him, but of course nothing about having to observe energetic, kinky transformee fucking did anything to stop the processes his body was putting into place. He was just barely managing it, until Cotton decided to up the ante.
Cotton knelt down, keeping her hands where they were, projecting one of her breasts between Alan's legs, where the large, moist mouth at the end instantly reacted to the presence of the soft skin of his oversized scrotum and suckled it in, planting gigantic moist kisses on his sack. Alan groaned as his cocks lurched even harder and inflated with even greater speed, his free hand drifting down to the one shaft Cotton didn't still have her hands on.
"Hhng. C-cotton, have you... Do you everff-fuck, uh, think that m-maybe your research is slo-ooh, ooh, because you spend more tii-iiaaah-time fucking than researching?!"
She giggled again, starting to pump more strongly, her lip-nipple sucking harder. "I mean, mmmmmaybe. But are you complaining, dear?"
If there was any complaint, it died as he and Cotton began working to relieve the roiling, churning pressure in his balls, while the four-legged supplicant continued their work relieving Ruth of her own pressure. Her cock skin resisted movement like it weighed ten times what it should, even for her increased size, and even well-lubricated by divine milk, the humantaur found their body moving like molasses across her second shaft, each thrust hard-fought. For Ruth it was unbearable teasing, the slowest, most intense and excruciating stimulation she'd ever experienced, even among the buffet of supernatural sexual encounters the jewel had provided for her over the last few days, and despite how long it went she was never able to fully decide if the sensation was wonderful or terrible.
Grunting, sweating, straining every muscle, her lover continued for half an hour, until finally the sensation built enough that Ruth was able to blissfully reach her peak, pleasure flooding every inch of her body, gouts of her sparkling spunk blasting across the humantaur's body in powerful paroxysms of pleasure that sparked sensation from head to toe. Her lover groaned exultantly, rubbing it into their body, gasping and shuddering as it brought forth similar sparks of pleasure from their own body.
"O-oh, hnng, I-uh, I feel like... every-ff-ee-every part of myyaah body is cumming!"
Their front penis shot off as well, though admittedly it was a drop in the ocean compared to the torrent of love they were being basted with. As they lost themself in the sensation, they began to change, their lower torso stretching out backwards, back legs shuffling until they projected off the bed, torso starting to bow downwards until two columns of flesh emerged from the middle of their lower waist and stretched down, forming a third pair of legs, separating not one, but two torsos stretching back horizontally. Four breasts swung from each one, and the middle legs knelt in on the bed while the rear ones stood up straight, showing off their nicely-sculpted rear and pouty pussy.
Alan panted, trying to concentrate on his notes while Cotton gleefully continued to pump his shafts and suckle on his overstuffed scrotum. He shuddered and twitched and his hand skittered across the page.
"T-tell me hoooww you feel?"
The double-length humantaur groaned, moving their hands through cum-slicked long hair. "Mmmm. Amazing. That was the most incredible sensation ever.
Alan nodded, still gasping, Cotton giggling behind him. "A-a-a-nything out of plaace?!"
"Mmm. Uh. Hmm, I don't know. I feel soooo good."
Alan grunted. "Y-your back legs, the-theyyy, oooh nnnoo-"
Whatever thought was percolating died instantly as Cotton's gleeful but dedicated attention finally had its desired effect. Alan's eyes rolled and his mouth went slack as a loud, moist gurgle echoed through the temple chamber, his body flexing and pumping, all three of his shafts rising to painful rigidity dripping fat strings of precum before the pressure broke and huge gouts of spunk fired out across the room. The groaning and gurgling from his multitude of testicles only multiplied as the volume of ejaculate grew larger, triple firehose streams of man-batter that left the man almost comatose with pleasure.
As she watched and felt Alan cum, the lashing tongue between Cotton's legs redoubled its own efforts, making her wrap her arms around Alan to try and hold herself up as it licked her to completion. Afterwards, the room was silent, save for the moist, viscous noise of dripping cum and some minor panting and whining. Alan groaned in frustration, reaching for the clipboard.
"Maybe we'll have more luck with the next one."
"The next one" was a fit, toned woman with two twelve-inch shafts, one above the other, who chose the silky-smooth slit nestled behind Ruth's scrotum for her worship. Its size was enough to take both of her shafts at the same time, giving the girl an unparalleled experience as Ruth's divine vagina both squeezed her and pushed her shafts against each other, rubbing from all directions. Like before, though, the effort and energy it took to thrust was immense, like something was pushing back against her, and before too long the woman's muscles were glistening with sweat as she grunted and strained to keep fucking.
Alan tried again to take notes, but Cotton heaved her drooling breasts around in front of him, feeding a cock into each one and leaving the third one for her original throat, leaving him again totally incapable of any sort of coherent thought. The group again joined together in a disjointed but incredible collective orgasm, Ruth last of all, and only she was aware of the changing sensation inside her as her futanari lover's twin penises started to expand. Eventually the pressure became too immense to bear, and the girl slid out of her with a moan from both, panting in barely-sated lust as her shafts continued to expand, pulsing and throbbing, creeping forward inch by steel-erection inch, until the things were not only larger than Ruth's, they were approaching larger than the girl herself. They didn't stop growing until two seven-foot columns of pulsing meat, each one fatter around than her waist, projected out from her crotch and sat heavily on the bed either side of Ruth.
Again, though, nobody in the chamber was in a position to take anything resembling notes or observations on what had occurred, a fact that Cotton appeared to have no regrets over as she sat back full three times over with Alan's cum, enormous tongues lapping sideways across her lipples as her boobs sloshed on the ground with viscous fluid.
The day's third "experiment" was late to arrive, and while her attendants busied themselves, Ruth decided to take some action on her situation. On the guise of getting up from the bed to stretch and compose herself, she looked around the room for any personal effects, but all she could find was the jewel. No clothes, no electronics, no purse or bag. She grabbed the jewel, reasoning that the thing would seek to follow her anyway, and, drawing herself up to her full height, strode down to the double doors at the entrance to the temple and stepped through-
-stepping back into the temple through one of the side doors. She stood in confusion for a moment, turned back around and went through the door, and arrived at the third and final door on the other side of the temple, staring back at her bed and the enormous mess of cum being attended to by an army of scantily-clad maids. She placed the jewel on one of the side tables surrounding the bed and tried again, and each time found herself redirected back into the temple.
She was trapped, and worse, even just that amount of walking, between the pneumatic bounce of her gigantic breasts, tight with glittering milk, and the bobbing of her twin shafts and their feeder orbs, she could feel the lust mounting in her body again. She slumped on the bed, deflated and defeated, as her cocks slowly bobbed to hardness in front of her, rising up to press against her plush wall of breasts. She tried to ignore it for a moment, seeking to find a position in the bed where she could focus on something else, but no matter how she laid she could feel some aspect of her transformed body, whether the heavy weight of her breasts, the hot mass of her scrotum or pressure against her pulsing shafts, and with a defeated sigh she sat up, spread her boobs apart and let her cocks rise up between them before pressing them back together with her forearms and starting to gently rock up and down.
It occurred to her that only a few days ago she had to heavily modify herself to do something like this, but now, thanks to the new changes the jewel had seen fit to make an indelible part of herself, it was totally normal, even natural. She soon found, though, that the effect her lovers had described earlier was real. It took a considerable amount of effort for her to either move her breasts against herself or thrust in between them, like whatever she was trying to move suddenly became ten times heavier. It wasn't rough or unpleasant, but it was impossible to speed up what she was doing beyond a forcibly slow, intense tease. That also meant that she'd only managed to build herself up to a low simmer of pleasure before the doors to the temple creaked open to allow her third appointment of the day to enter.
The third appointment was actually a couple, a small, slim man with extremely long, shaggy brown hair and a plump blond girl with breasts that under normal circumstances would have been considered enormous, much larger than her head, walking in hand in hand. They stripped off after a perfunctory introduction from Alan while Cotton continued to watch him with her pussy-tongue slowly working away at her. Stripping off revealed the man had an extremely long penis that visibly dripped long strings of thick, clear fluid as well as the full teardrop extent of the girl's shapely breasts. They climbed up onto the bed either side of Ruth, the man reaching out to place one hand on one of her cocks and one on her upper left breast, anchoring himself there over a flood of sparkling milk to start slowly and deliberately stroking her, while his partner took space to her right, squashing Ruth's other cock between Ruth's own enormous chest and her comparatively meagre but still soft and pleasurable mounds.
Just like before, their humping and grinding was impeded by some invisible force, taking an effort that left the pair grunting and sweating, their ministrations only just building up the pleasure Ruth was feeling beyond the edge of teasing her. She could hardly bear the slow torture of being pleasured but the only thing worse than the feeling was the idea of telling them to stop.
The couple worked for the best part of an hour, changing position, swapping with each other, moving to different parts of Ruth's body, before finally her body relented and allowed her to reach another long-delayed climax, another flood of her magical fluids, another white-out of her ability to think before coming to to find the two people who'd been on top of her had been replaced with one.
She could see aspects of both their faces in the face of the new person. Some parts subtly masculine, others feminine. Enormous breasts and a long, pulsing penis, atop both a scrotum and vulva. Hands running across the curves of their body, eyes wide, before they began to begin working away at their own breasts and gently running a hand across the head of their cock, playing with themself like it was somebody else. They were gently escorted out of the temple chamber, still grabbing and rubbing. Cotton and Alan had given up all pretense of the experiments and were fucking wildly, Cotton taking two of Alan's cocks between her legs while the other rose up between her breasts for stroking. She watched transfixed for a moment until she heard a cough behind her, and turned to find a dark-skinned girl setting down a silver tray with steaming food, along with a large ceramic jug filled to the brim with-
"It's been a long day, Goddess. You must be hungry."
Ginette's robe was similar to the others but dyed black in parts to make cowprints. It was loose around her four breasts for easy access, but made no effort at all to cover her enormous leaking udder. She smiled deeply, tiny horns poking out of her long dark hair, her flat, floppy ears twitching with each motion of her head.
No, please, not her. I can't change her again, she doesn't deserve... Ruth's train of thought started, but stopped dead as Ginette clambered over the side of the bed and up against Ruth, sliding a hand underneath her upper-left breast and lifting it up towards Ruth's face.
"Of course, if you so chose, you would be welcome to have your... dessert, first."
The fat, almost throbbing nipple glistened, a droplet of milk suspended from the end on the very edge of falling down for a moment before it dripped down and rolled across Ruth's lower lip, and despite every objection echoing in her mind she found herself burying her head into the warm maternal embrace of Ginette's breasts again, flesh squeezing around her face as she suckled the enormous moist nipple into her mouth and settling in to fill her belly with what was rapidly becoming her favourite meal.
Ginette pivoted on the point of suction, throwing her legs across Ruth without dislodging her breast, making sure that Ruth's endowments were nestled between them before settling back down and pressing her body against Ruth's. Flesh squeezed and bulged from every direction from the combination of the four breasts each girl possessed as well as Ginette's huge, tight breast-udder, and as Ruth continued to drink Ginette began simply pressing, squeezing and rubbing in small motions in every direction, using her entire body as a toy to tease her goddess, looking in deep awe at Ruth as she did.
Ruth managed to work her way through the entire contents of three breasts and most of the fourth before Ginette's gentle treatment finally accomplished its magic, bringing up that beautiful, unbearable, inevitable feeling from deep inside her, both penises straining hard against Ginette's weight as they heaved and pulsed, before gouts of her star-fluid spunk sprayed up and out between them, coating Ginette's face and the top of her upper set of breasts as well as the wall behind their bed.
On pure instinct Ruth kept nursing, Ginette joining her in her own climax as the jewel's energy flooded her body. Two more dripping mounds swelled into existence beneath her lower two breasts, as well as each of her existing breasts suddenly surging forward, hard squirts of lactation accompanying the growth as her milk production instantly and retroactively increased. She moaned in a combination of the pleasure of letdown and the pain of her overtight glands as they grew, and not only those, but a second bump budding into place beside her udder that soon turned into an exact copy of its partner, both of them now half again the size of a basketball topped with eight-inch fat chocolate-brown teats that were each leaking a constant stream of milk.
Her moans turned into "moo"s, her ears flopping as she continued to hump against Ruth in the full throes of orgasm. Every inch of her body was impossibly heavy and tight, and her brain was flooding with the urge to just sit back and allow a procession of beautiful, hungry people to feed from her, dozens of mouths licking, sucking and draining her nourishing mother's milk, her body finally fulfilling the role that had been meant for it since she was born, the one she'd tried to push away and deny her entire life.
She snuggled herself into Ruth for a while longer, her goddess's breathing slowing and calming, then peeled herself away to heave herself to her feet. Milk squirted in spasmodic bursts from her as her breasts and udders shook and jiggled against each other, heading off out of the temple to try to find a pilgrim or twelve to share in her bounty. Ruth's chest rose and fall as she feel deeper and deeper into sleep...
High Priestess Cotton jerked awake, instantly shrieking in pleasure as moist, thick muscle slathered around in her crotch. Dimly she remembered she'd been having some extremely lewd dreams the night before, and she'd obviously worked herself up enough in her sleep to the point where her vaginal companion felt it appropriate to intervene and start eating her out.
She fell backwards on the bed, a hand running up through her hair as her hips rose up from the bed, her voice settling into a rising and falling series of passionate moans as she let herself sink into her body's autonomous stimulation. Before long, though, there was stirring from either side of her. On her left side, a tall woman with a harsh undershave rose to sitting, three overlarge breasts jostling into position. The girl's hungry eyes roamed over Cotton's body, and as she watched the priestess writhe in enforced ecstasy her hands roamed downwards, stroking two thick shafts that lurched and pulsed as they rose to erection.
On Cotton's other side, masses of shaggy pink hair rose out of the sheets, accompanied by a man's delicate, feminine face atop a slim naked chest. He possessed four thin arms that unfolded to roam across Cotton's body, one taking the time to tug the sheets away from his narrow hips and slender legs to reveal a penis that, even flaccid, was thicker than either of his thighs and extended down to his knees. He looked across Cotton at the other woman, raised his eyebrows, and the pair of them mounted her.
She took a position over Cotton's midriff, gathering the woman's enormous breasts in her arms and manoeuvring her lip-nipples into place to allow them, smacking expectantly, to start suckling on the ends of the two dicks that projected to either side from her groin. He positioned himself between her thighs, reaching down and rolling the skin back from the soft glans of his cock and pressing it against her pussy, moaning lightly as the tongue extended out and began lapping at him instead of at her. He bent in, bending his still-flaccid penis which appeared not to be physically reacting to the situation, and replaced what her pussy-tongue had been doing with his own tongue, eating her out as her pussy gave him a licking, lapping blowjob. Despite him remaining soft it was clear he could feel what was happening, and his moans reverberated into Cotton's fat muff. He occasionally traded off with it, sucking himself at the same time as it licked him or joining with it to stimulate different parts of his priestess's ladyhood, while his partner furiously humped herself into Cotton's breast-blowjob making those spectacular mounds slosh back and forth like tidal waves of pale flesh. The trio spent roughly the next hour in a variety of complex configurations trading orgasms back and forth until, finally blissfully satisfied, Cotton heaved herself up out of the bed and began preparing for her day.
The Priestess's robes were long and dyed a dark black-purple gradient with small precious stones sewed in to make them glitter like starlight. They tied under her breasts, making not even the tiniest effort to cover them in any way. A dark tiara set with diamonds held back her multicoloured hair. She took a final look, steeled herself, and walked out into the Temple.
As far as anyone knew, the Temple, and its occupant, had been there forever. Tales of it extended back to the earliest written and oral histories, accounts that could not have been anything but the goddess that blessed this location.
She looked up, still in awe no matter how many times she saw it, at The Ruth.
It looked vaguely human in shape, except that It was fifteen feet tall, and Its shocking curves were unlike anything that did or could exist in even the most extreme variants of humanity. Its "skin" such as it was, was a living void, like a moving mirror into the deepest recesses of space, galaxies spinning and burning, stars twinking, nebulae and supernovae in a cosmic dance. Its hair was a flaming white halo that extended out and down from Its head, that constantly tossed and flickered and burned like a bright-white bonfire but gave out no heat. Six gigantic breasts hung from Its chest, the starlight nipples leaking a constant stream of pearlescent fluid that sparkled like diamonds in the morning light, and two thick, proudly erect shafts each three feet long projected up from between Its enormous thighs, each also belching the star-cum with each massive pulse and throb of their lengths.
It moaned, a sound comprised of what seemed to be hundreds, even thousands of voices, all echoing together in near, but not complete, unison, each time Its cocks flexed or other signs of suppressed lust emerged across Its form.
Cotton held her position as the world's foremost authority on The Ruth, having devoted her life to studying It. She was sure, in some way, that It was linked to why humanity had developed like it had. No other creature in the world was so varied, especially sexually - there were almost as many variations of human physical sexuality as there were humans, and it was rare to find two people with the exact same configuration of appendages, organs and tastes. Humanity's biology was unlike anything else in the world too. To Cotton's scientific eye, it was an anomaly, and one she felt had to be linked to the palpable aura of power that flowed forth regularly from The Ruth.
The Ruth was locked, as near as Cotton could tell, in an endless cycle of stimulation without end. She'd pored through legends and tales and stories, and nothing ever seemed to describe The Ruth having an orgasm - only, at best, the occasional mini-orgasm that came with tremendous pulses of power, easily detectible on her instruments. That, too, had to have something to do with humanity, she was sure of it. It's possible that if The Ruth had ever had an orgasm, it could well have been linked to the early emergence of humans, or even the birth of the world.
It moaned even louder, each of Its nipples and penises surging with a huge flow of fluid, and various machines and instruments beeped around Cotton as needles suddenly swung and pinned at the very edges of their gauges. As Cotton observed the readings, she shrugged her shoulders, moving the shoulders of her robe aside to allow the emergence of a huge pair of iridescent butterfly wings, unfolding outwards and flapping a couple of times to dry their moisture. At the same time, her eyes slowly darkened, their surfaces roughening until they appeared to be compound eyes made of hexagons, equally as iridescent as her wings. Her body capped off the changes by taking another several inches off her already short height and adding them directly to the width of her hips.
Cotton made some notes, then added some points to an already-existing plot, then frowned.
"It's definitely exponential. Stronger each time at an increasing rate. Happening more often, too, this is the second time this week. Same as the Disciples- oh, goodness. I should check on them too."
The Disciples were people who were incredibly, some might say overwhelmingly, blessed by the Goddess. Individuals whose very forms radiated the energies of The Ruth, manifest in bodies far beyond any others throughout humanity.
Cotton first arrived at the chamber for a young woman named Marie. An enormous stone chamber only barely contained breasts that, together, would easily have filled and overflowed a swimming pool. Cotton was greeted on opening with the enormous nipple of one of them, a fat nub itself the size of a small car, and made her way around the perimeter of the constantly sloshing, rippling mountains of flesh. A line of people was waiting patiently at the halfway mark, diverse in form but all of them possessing at least one penis, and as Cotton walked further she could hear the contented moans and wet, sloppy, squishy noises of energetic fellatio.
The slim, black-haired girl was sucking hard on a foot-long cock being offered to her by a slim man, while on either side several people sat stroking themselves,. One began to grunt and then turned to the side, their load erupting across just a tiny part of the gigantic breasts that extended from Marie's comparatively tiny chest. As Cotton watched, the cum was absorbed straight into their skin with a small moan from Marie, though not enough to stop her from sucking.
The only thing that had grown faster than Marie's breasts had been her intense, unending hunger for cum, and by now she spent almost her entire day sucking cock to keep her cravings at bay, and recently had had to begin supplementing with several more people blowing their loads across her hungry tits at all times. Both were still growing, as the readings radiating from Marie only increased. Cotton took note of them and moved on.
The next chamber was a man named Alan, who had started out one of Cotton's assistants until his developments had left him totally incapable of continuing to work. He sat on a comfortable plush bed, legs spread as far as possible to accommodate four penises, each one as thick around as a tree trunk and ten feet long. Not one of them had gone soft in years, and beneath them was part of the reason for that - a gigantic scrotum, loose and billowy and spreading out ten feet in every direction, clearly full of dozens upon dozens of beachball-sized testicles. A number of robed acolytes were positioned along the rigid lengths of his dicks, working hard to stimulate him and try desperately to help him reach even a few minutes of relief, but the relief came less and harder-won every day. He yelped and whined as one of his shafts lurched hard, rising up away from the arms, breasts and bodies of his helpers, and then practically squealed as cum burst from the end in enormous, wet, squelching jets, gallons upon gallons with each shot, his orgasm lasting what seemed like forever before the flow finally died down; though not his erection. That merely quivered back down to level with the people attending to him, ready for them to start again. Just like Marie, the energy readings were ever increasing.
The next room contained less flesh overall, but all of it trying to occupy much less space. Eight dark-skinned breasts each larger than beach balls and three gigantic human-udders, each replete with four foot-long wobbling, fleshy teats, all projected from the same small area, pressing hard against each other. Behind the jostling pile of orbs sat a small, slim woman with long pointed horns projecting out from her dark hair propped up on a bed, her eyes closed. She let out sounds that alternated between moans and moos as two dozen people swarmed over her, drinking greedily from her freely-flowing teats. The milk never stopped flowing, and it already took 24/7 treatment from a rotating stable of supplicants just to keep her at the same size. In fact, recently, she'd begun growing even bigger from backed-up milk no matter how much she was drained. She didn't care, as long as she was being nursed from. Cotton took note of her increasing readings and moved on.
Opening the door to the next room, Cotton saw a small, slim man sitting in the middle with masses of forest-green hair. He looked as though he was sitting in a pile of flesh-coloured cushions, but when he shifted it became clear that it was actually a pair of hips ten feet across, atop vast ass cheeks and trunklike thighs that left him immobile. His hips, and everything around them, was covered in streaks and piles of semen. Sitting across those thighs was a pair of testicles each even bigger than Alan's, but from their reactions to his movements they were clearly far, far heavier than they appeared. His cock, a mere foot long in comparison to some of the other endowments Cotton saw regularly, was ejaculating violently. Lyra shrieked, his uselessly flailing torso falling back against the rear extension of his own ass as cum spewed in spasmodic ropes all across the room, his dick lurching and shooting, lurching and shooting, over and over again without the slightest break. His head whipped from side to side, fingers running through his hair and gripping, the other thumping the vast shelf of his hips, the sounds issuing from him not so much moans of pleasure as of pure sensation. The feeling of cumming was no longer even pleasant but was just an endless white-hot haze.
As near as Cotton's records showed, Lyra had been stuck in a continuous orgasm for the last two years, having graduated from frequent, completely unprompted spontaneous orgasms that had begun many years previous to that and simply increased in frequency and intensity until one day they never stopped. The endless orgasm had at least still allowed him some level of awareness at first but as it kept going, becoming stronger, more intense by the day, it left him in his current state. Cotton leaned in to check the readings-
-and the meter cracked as a wave of energy so powerful that Cotton could feel it deep inside her body rolled through the chamber like a tsunami. She bolted upright, looking out to the main temple, and immediately began making her way back to The Ruth. She heard Lyra's moans escalate behind her as she closed the door. Outside in the corridor, though, she had to grab the wall and collect herself for a moment as, of course unknown to her, alongside the tongue inside her pussy another hard lump of flesh began to form and reshape itself, thickening and stiffening until it wasn't a tongue at all, but a thick, glistening cock that slowly began to pump in and out of her body. She had no control over it but could certainly feel it, and her mind was suddenly assaulted by the dual sensation of fucking and being fucked. At the same time as she tried to get on top of the sensations and her breathing, she choked lightly and opened her mouth to allow a second shaft to protrude out from past her plush lips, eyes rolling as it pushed out and then slid back inside, giving her a moment to swallow and breathe before it thrust out from inside her throat again.
Of all the times for these stupid things to decide I need some attention...
Someone as sex-obsessed as her had never really had a fundamental issue with her body occasionally, or honestly far more than occasionally, deciding she needed a hard, raw, from-both-sides fucking. She'd spent many a glorious hour letting herself be spit-roasted by the shafts her body kept nestled inside her until her arousal stirred and activated them. It was, however, sometimes extremely inconvenient when she just wanted to ignore that she was horny for a few more minutes while she got something done and her body informed her that, no, she was done now.
She drew a deep breath and began to walk, moaning and squeaking, hips shaking with each thrust of the dick from between her legs, trying to focus on her path forward as the shaft in her mouth extended out into her line of sight and disappeared as it fucked her throat. She wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the vast pillowy mass of her tits and let herself be deliciously fucked to satisfaction for an hour or two, but something far more important was at stake.
Out in the main chamber of the temple, The Ruth was howling. Light poured from every inch of Its body, the spiralling cosmic dance on Its skin speeding up until nothing could be made out aside from smears of light and glowing colour, throwing against the walls of the temple. Sparkling fluid was gushing from Its nipples and Its cocks in thick, powerful streams. Every piece of equipment around It had been burned out, the pulses of energy strong enough to be felt in the flesh and in the soul. One of these pulses of energy brought to Cotton's brain, even in its dick-addled state, the knowledge of what needed to be done.
She climbed up to The Ruth's dais, what was left of her robes falling away and revealing the milky curves of her outrageous body, and dropped her breasts in Its lap. Pushing them against Its cocks was like trying to hold back the ocean, even as they slowly expanded from the energy they were absorbing and Cotton's limbs were suffused with hidden strength, as if the power flowing from The Ruth was forbidding her from trying to complete what was happening, some internal conflict not allowing It to achieve the climax It so desperately desired.
Another pulse of energy saw the walls behind it crumble, the ceiling held up by invisible force, revealing the chambers of the 4 Disciples. They each looked to The Ruth, their various attendants moving aside, and all of them, somehow, despite their obscene, incapacitated bodies, were able to stand up, and move or drift over near The Ruth. Cotton moved aside as Marie's breasts were moved into position to accept one of The Ruth's cocks into her cleavage, unseen force pushing them together and beginning to stroke Its shaft with them. Alan took his place behind It, Its rear accepting the full length of each one of his cocks like they were disappearing into nothingness as they entered Its body. Ginette's breasts pushed against Its head, coating It in freely flowing milk before It began to drink from them, while Lyra sat on the other side, drinking from Its breasts in the same way. One shaft remained, and Cotton, gazing at it, turned around, allowed her own internal cock to slide back inside her, and pushed against the fat head despite knowing there was no way her body could take it.
There was a final flash of light and energy, so strong that it filled the chamber with blinding whiteness, and Cotton felt something push past her, somehow like a wall of soft flesh that could yet be moved through, intangible but gently smothering, before the light consumed her completely. It expanded out from the Temple, from the country, from the Earth itself, reaching out to touch and consume the very reaches of space.
Ruth felt her awareness stretch back, leaving her body, blurred light rushing in a tunnel around her vision like she was being thrown backwards at tremendous speed. She turned around and saw... nothing. Not just a lack of vision, but the horrible awareness that she was looking at nothing. Suddenly, a small spot flared right in the centre of her vision, and just before her world was surrounded by heat, light and noise, she made a choice.
Alan Brightwell walked up the steps to the outside door of his small apartment. Work was long and hard at the university, but each day had been easier knowing what he had to come back to.
Inside, a dark haired girl was dusting the entertainment unit at the front of the living room. Bent over as she was, her butt formed a firm curve in her tight jeans, and her loose top left absolutely nothing to the imagination regarding her deliciously huge breasts. When she heard the door open she snapped upright and they heaved upwards and downwards in a heavy bounce. Her eyes sparkled, her plump lips curling into a wide smile.
"Alan, mon chéri!"
She leapt forward and threw her arms around him, pressing her face into his chest. "I did ze, um, cleaning for you. Do you like?"
His arm slid up her back, pulling her tighter, feeling her relax into him. "I love it, Marie, but you don't have to do this, you know. I know you're busy, babe."
She squeezed harder. "I want to. Eet feels, er, right. Good. You 'ave been so generous with me. Eet has been 'ard, adjusting to America. You have 'elped so much."
She changed her grip, not just trying to pull him tight, but instead pressing her body into him, looking up with an impish smile as she gently rubbed her midriff against his groin. "And of course you 'ave been generous with other theengs, too." She giggled. "I 'ave been dreaming of your cum all day."
Alan huffed in mounting arousal as Marie wiggled her hips and dropped down to her knees, gently unzipping and unbuttoning the front of his jeans, revealing the massive penis slowly pulsing to life inside his boxers. She flipped it out, giving the tip a gentle kiss, and a lick.
"I deed not know penises could be so 'uge. I love doing thees for you so much, it almost feels I am... Er, 'ow you say... Addicted? Yes. Addicted to your sperm."
Alan groaned, gently gripping the top of Marie's head as she suckled the end of his ten-inch cock into her mouth and slid down until her lips kissed the very base of his pubic mound. As they enjoyed each other, Ruth felt their pleasure.
A dark-skinned woman slid her hands over a line of tickets, committing them to memory before turning back to the hotplate. She was pretty, under the sweat of the hot line, and her chef's jacket bulged with a pair of massive mounds. She pushed out another plate of food, wiped her forehead, and turned to another chef.
"I'm taking a break."
She was unbuttoning her jacket before she even made her way into the bathroom, and as she entered the cool seclusion of the tiled room she thrust out her breasts, groaning at the release of pressure on them. She flipped up her black undershirt, blushing slightly as she revealed the black and white cowprint bra she had on underneath. Hey, if you're going to be lactating, why not enjoy it?
She started squeezing and kneading them at the sink, biting down on her moans as milk streamed down into the drain. She'd spent too long on the line without expressing and now she was almost painfully full. She was so fixated on relieving her pressure that she didn't even notice as the door opened behind her, only when the junior chef's hands wrapped around her waist and grabbed her breasts from underneath.
"Ch-chef, please, I'm... I need more of your milk..."
Ginette turned, smiling serenely, and lifted up her breast to the small mousy woman's mouth. As the girl sucked, Ginette found her hands wandering down between the girl's legs, feeling the stirrings of her dick. As they explored each other's bodies, Ruth felt their pleasure.
A short, delicately slim man wandered through the corridors of his campus. His soft eyes were framed by dark liner, blonde roots beginning to show above long forest-green dyed hair. His jeans were full to bursting with a fat, round butt, and he clearly revelled in the stares it received from the people he passed, swinging his hips and shaking it from side to side. Tight as they were, the jeans made the bulge in front of his legs extremely obvious as well.
In a crowd in the quad, he spotted a tall, slender person with an aquiline face in a long coat and flowing skirt, and crept up behind them until he could hug them from behind. They didn't even jump, merely extending a hand backwards to run through his hair.
"Hello, Lyra. How are you today?"
He grabbed harder. "Horny."
"What's new. Shall we find somewhere quiet?"
He whined, nodding, and the pair found a tree at the corner of the quad where they were unlikely to be bothered. Lyra's partner sat back against the tree, pulling up their skirt and spreading their legs, revealing their bald-shaved pussy for Lyra's consumption. He buried his head gratefully, wiggling his hips to reveal his dick and the fat scrotum with its egg-sized testicles he carried underneath, stroking himself as he pleasured his partner. As Lyra gave pleasure and extracted it from himself, Ruth felt it.
Professor Candace Cotton sat at her desk, steadily working through a pile of marking. Being an adjunct was hard work, especially being taken seriously as an academic as a short, adorable girl with dyed pigtails and an absurdly curvaceous body, but her intellect and work ethic were taking her places. There was a knock at her door and she sighed, sliding off her chair and cracking open the door, before her breath caught in her throat. It was a tall woman with toned muscles and bronzed skin, showing off abdominals with a crop top, her hair in a ponytail held down by a trucker cap. Candace recognised her from one of her freshman lectures.
"Hey, Professor. I wanted to talk about that report from last week."
"The-oh, yes, I remember. Umm, yes, come in."
She sat in the peeling chair in front of Candace's desk, legs spread, making it extremely obvious what was between her legs - and the incredible quality of it. Candace nearly drooled before coughing and forcing her vision upwards.
"So, when you say the report from last week, you mean the one you never submitted, yes?"
"Uh, yeah. That one. Look, um, I need the grade in this class for my scholarship or they're gonna kick me off the team."
"Then you should submit tasks on time." Cotton's eyes kept drifting downwards across the girl's incredible body, her pussy practically trying to leap out of her panties.
"Stuff happened, I, um, you know, distractions, uh. I'm sorry. Can I redo it?"
She leaned back, Cotton watching her muscles rearrange.
"I'd need a very good reason."
"I, um, I can prove I'm really sorry? I can, like, do something for you?"
"D-do something for me?"
Now it was Cotton's turn to realise the girl's eyes were on her fat cleavage, roaming down to her wide hips and plush thighs, and that there was a small twitch from the girl's jeans. Her expression bore a mix of confidence and trepidation.
"Yeah, you know, something nobody else can do for you. Or at least haven't for a few years now. Right, Cotton Candy?"
Candace went beet-red and jumped slightly. She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "And just what are you implying by that?"
"Only that I've got a nice collection of videos that prove how much you love girldick. Really, well, really hot videos."
Candace smiled a little bit. "And are you suggesting you can offer what I was being offered in... those videos?"
"Better."
Candace bit her lip, looking down openly at her student's rapidly-filling jeans. She licked her lips, revealing the unusually large, strong tongue that had been one of her most notable features in her previous career. "Prove it."
And that was how Candace found herself on her desk, hands mashed deeply into her breasts, chubby legs spread wide apart to accept the powerful thrusts of her student's ramrod-rigid cock, revelling in the feeling of being filled to the brim with futanari dick for the first time since her porn star days. And Ruth felt every ounce of that feeling too.
The world born out of Ruth's choice wasn't so unlike the one she'd left, at least before her twisted mind and the power of the tiny fragment of the Big Bang she'd managed to find had wreaked their havoc on it. It was just happier. And hornier. People were more sexual, more open, less shackled to prejudices about gender and sexuality. More relationships, more sex, more sensation, and she could connect with every single one of them. The universe was her, and she was the universe. Torrents of energy moved about like the signals in her nerves, galaxies rose and fell according to the homeostasis of her body without a body, but most importantly was that one single blue jewel that held so much love, sensation, pleasure and power - that she could feel and experience for the rest of eternity.
