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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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She groaned, sprawled out and still energised. It was just good to languish in the moment, at least for a little while, all three of the others, as one massive blob, a slime-like cum blob, forced inside her. She rested her hand on her belly where they had forced their way up into her womb, though all it did was contribute to a thick bloat to her lower stomach as if she was pregnant — even if in a hyper sense. For the beautiful round of her belly could not have been considered anything at all akin to a normal pregnancy, so large that, if Vanessa had still been normal, she would not have even been able to walk with it rounding out, wobbling back and forth.

“Mmm…”

She moaned blissfully, not aware of what she had done, what had happened, that the others had turned into a cum blob and been absorbed by her body. They, however, had practically forced themselves into her body, Vanessa resting her hand on her belly and rubbing fondly back and forth, enjoying the softness of it when she pressed her fingers into her flesh. The cum and fluid mixture sloshed about inside her womb as a throaty chuckle left her lips.

“Hm…”

Yet something more was happening, her body far beyond any sense of control. It was a good thing that Vanessa was too far gone to care as her body ached, the light, throbbing strain rippling out from her belly and spreading through her entire body, from head to toe. Her shoes were still on, even if her feet were bare, sticky with bodily fluids, and she curled her toes as the strain concentrated on them, skin rippling, flesh bulging, something changing.

“Mmph… Oh… No…”

She tried to push it back down and set aside the notion of growth, at least at that time, but it was not to be. Not even as Vanessa moaned openly and half sat up so that her torso was upright and her legs kicked out before her, toes scrunching up and relaxing as her feet bulged out of the shoes. Her toes rammed out through the front as they burst through even further, splitting each shoe all the way down the side so that they finally fell off, her feet growing ridiculously.

“Ohhhh!”

Even that, however, was pleasurable, despite her grunting and flexing her arm, trying to shake the sense in herself that she needed to stretch, that there was some part of her body that she needed to move, something that she needed to do. It was hard to set aside, even as her right arm bulged with muscle, each one inflating as if it was something out of a cartoon, from the deltoid to the triceps to the biceps and down to her forearm. Lopsided, she tilted to the side of her new, larger, heavier arm, though the other was at least quick to catch up, bloating out and defining the muscle as a cramp sank into what she did not yet know how to use.

But that was okay, as it would come in time — a very short time, in fact. Her torso swelled, pushing out behind her tits, though they grew too, the perky, thick nipples leading the way as she neatly destroyed what was left of her shirt, snapping the bra with an almost triumphant ping of the elastic giving up.

“Mmmph… No… Not yet…”

Yet she could not stop it — she would never have been able to stop it, not as her breasts ached and she feared (with a hint of arousal tangled through it all) that she would not be able to move for the weight of her tits pinning her down. The shreds of her underwear had been just about hanging on also, though it had only been a thin string of cotton around her hips and another between her legs, not covering anything at all but suggesting that clothes had been there, once upon a time. With a flex of her thighs, thick with muscle while still appearing feminine, she snapped it, breathing a grunting sigh at the release of tension here. It was something, at least. Completely naked at last, though her tits had been mostly “out” anyway, she moaned, shuddering in place.

Her right hand pulsed strangely and she lifted it slowly, her eyes wide, taking everything in as it pulsed, all together, larger and larger.

“No…”

I’m going to get huge again — like, really big!

She scrambled back, trying to get up on her feet before anything happened, not that finding her feet was going to save her. It was just an instinctual reaction to something outside her control as her hand pulsed larger and larger — and other parts of her body too throbbed in the same manner. It was like the sensation that she might have got if she was bakırköy escort a water balloon being squeezed — only, her body expanded unevenly, more and more, with every “outward” bulge of said water balloon.

The pressure brindled through her, a shoulder bloating up ridiculously and then smoothing down, flesh finding places to go. One butt cheek swelled plumply, making her more uneven than ever, and was quickly followed by one breast — but on the same side. Vanessa cried out as she scrambled to the clothing rail, where the theatre costumes were kept, though there didn’t seem to be anything there that would help.

“Unngghhh…”

She groaned, shaking her head. Her shoulder deflated, back to normal, though the muscle of her torso was still left as she staggered, resting one hand heavily on the wall as if there was nothing else that was going to support her weight. Vanessa didn’t notice the cracks that she left in the plaster and paintwork and neither would she have cared even if it had been brought to her attention. Her skin bulged and rippled as if something was inside her and straining to get out, her mind fighting the transformation inflation even as her mind sought, desperately, to revel in it. It was not the first time that the two parts of her psyche had been in conflict with one another, after all…

“Ooof… No… No, not yet….”

She willed herself to stay as she was, imagining how she had looked before, even as the pressure bubbled and churned and roiled within her. And, somehow, she managed to do it, even though her upper body was still heavily muscled, for her, with the muscles nicely defined as if she had instantly become a body builder, her breast softening a little and easing back down to something closer to the size of the other. It was not even, no, and she had to roll her buttocks back against the wall, squeezing her one bigger butt cheek as if to deflate it, but something in her body allowed her to compress to stay at seven feet tall.

Even with bigger feet and one larger hand, and that muscle… But it was better than nothing, if she was going to go through another transformation. She dug through the clothing rack with gritted teeth, seeking out something that she could use to clothe her body, her skin itching furiously. It was not like waiting on an orgasm but something far more insidious than that, rumbling and churning, even her cock still erect and throbbing. Yet that would have to be taken care of later, finding some way to get herself out and to a safe space.

“Mmmph… Hey — yeah!”

She grinned as her buttocks inflated — and then softened back down again, still forcing her body to obey her, to do what she wanted it to do. For she had found a few reams of cloth shoved right up in the back of the storeroom and covered in dust. They didn’t look like anything had ever been cut from them, one green velvet and another two of a minky-like fabric that could have been used for accents. The minky was bright yellow and a startling blue: not three colours, all together, that really paired up well. Yet what choice did Vanessa even have as she ripped through it, the greater muscle in her arm helping her out, for once, as she fought the urge to transform, her skin still bulging, pushing out in fleshy rounds, before her concentration forced it right back down and into place all over again.

Ripping up the minky fabric, she forced a makeshift bra, wrapping strips of blue fabric around and around her tits. There was a lot of her to cover and she was fortunate indeed that there was so much material on the reams, gasping and moaning as the pressure on her tits escalated sharply.

“Oof…. Ohhhhhhh!”

She tried to swallow the scream that ripped itself from her as she bound her tits, but the pleasure was too great, her breasts so sensitive that even the slightest brush of breath against them would have set her off. The tight bindings, even though they were very much necessary, were a lot more than her body was designed to handle with spikes of pleasure shooting through her, her breast throbbing and tingling as if she had the trio of theatre students all kissing and slurping and massaging her tits all over again.

Her body, however, though large, was still of a size that she could cover up if she found some oversized clothes on the rack — things like long jackets and skirts, though her cock was going to be a problem first. Sweating with the softer hair at the nape of her neck dampening swiftly with it, she puffed hotly as she added more layers to her breasts, the flesh above and below the bindings bulging while she grappled with trying not to squeal in ecstasy.

It wasn’t the time, no… Not when she still had to work out what the hell was going on and all the things that still had to be done, had to be understood. And, if the growth serum did work, as it seemed to, she needed to tap into it so that she could grow when she wanted to.

If Vanessa had remembered at all that her body had bahçelievler escort absorbed those that she had fucked and filled with cum, perhaps she would have realised that, for her, that was never going to be an option.

Her panties, torn from strips of cloth, for there was no underwear in there that would possibly fit her, were harder still to fashion. As she grunted and wrapped long strips of the fabric around her crotch, she was forced to shove her dick and balls back, for they were just trying to bulge out, pushing her panties out of the way. Her swollen pussy, however, offered a measure of space for her cock and balls, shoving them back into her cunny where they fit, drooling thick cum.

“Mmph…”

That felt good when it shouldn’t have made her blood sing, skin so warm that she was sure she would have registered as extremely unwell on any regular thermometer that she might have used if she was feeling under the weather. Every step and shift of her weight came with a swelling threat of her tits bursting free of the bra that she had fashioned, biting her lip until a rush of metallic-tasting blood flooded her mouth, around her teeth. Her skin felt taut, as if it was being stretched all over her body, though no new parts of her seemed to be growing out of control.

Not yet.

She rushed, adding another binding layer around her crotch, tying it into something that covered her pussy and arse, but was by no means a pair of underwear. It would have to do as she grabbed two shirts, putting one on the correct way and then the other with her chest facing the back of the shirt, as the buttons of either were not going to reach all the way around her torso. Her muscles bulged through as she fought to stuff her arms into the sleeves, ripping the seams and rolling her eyes.

They would have to do. It was not as if she had all that many options to work through in there, after all.

The shirts covered her torso, though a strip of stomach was exposed, as she was much taller than she had been before. Her lower half, well…hm. There was a long skirt in there that she tried on, but it wasn’t quite working, pulling up too high, and she was concerned that her cock might spring free and tent it out. If she had jeans or pants or some other trousers from the theatre kit, however they looked, she would have just a bit more protection.

So, she stuffed her legs into the trousers, letting the seams rip as she hid herself and looked for a looser pair, something that looked like it had been used in a sci-fi production at some point. Vanessa probably wouldn’t find out, though she did roll her eyes and let out a delirious little giggle at just how crazy she looked. Sliding the biggest, long overcoat on that she could find, for it was designed for a man and therefore had more space in the shoulders for her to move.

Her ankles were exposed and almost up to the calf too. Shoes… Hm, she wasn’t going to find those but there was a huge pair of oversized black boots that might have been used in a Victorian production. They looked vaguely familiar and she stuffed her feet down into them, painfully wedging her heel into the base. She didn’t bother with the laces, the loosest pair of pants over the top of everything else, light and floaty, though still bulging out with the number of layers she had on to hide her body the best that she could. It wasn’t about just covering up and being “modest” when she had to conceal her identity too.

A big hat helped too, flopping over her face, though she must have looked a right sight as she stumbled out of the storeroom, avoiding the slick of combined bodily fluids (some had been absorbed by the cum slimes as they had merged with one another) so that she wouldn’t leave a track in the hallway. The boots were tight, pinching her toes, and she ground her teeth together, forcing herself to keep going.

And her growth… Now that she had her clothes on, it threatened all the more vehemently, as if covering her body had been the worst possible thing that she could have done. Vanessa groaned, turning a head, though she didn’t recognise the student who paused and carried on, which was just as well.

“Unff…”

Oh no…

Her big toe swelled, bloating up, and she thought desperately to keep it down, to make it go back to normal, even though there was no space in the cramped boot for it. Her left hand, as she clutched at her hat, swelled up, each finger popping up to a larger size, panting and heaving, whimpering lightly in the back of her throat. A burst of laughter echoed around the corner as her calf suddenly exploded with growth, too quick for her to contain it, even though Vanessa still could not have said what it was that she had done to contain it in the first place. Maybe it had all been dumb luck and only that?

But she couldn’t let her thoughts sink into that, oh no. She was losing the fight, her fingers sliding, metaphorically, down a slick, slippery slope, dragging her şirinevler escort swelling body along with it. Vanessa clenched her jaw hard enough to make a muscle leap in the corner of it, the ache spreading — yet that was a familiar ache and not the intoxicatingly euphoric one that came with every flare of her body swelling up.

First, her pussy, bloating out, filling the space in her haphazard panties.

Her left arm shooting out a few more inches, splitting the shoulder of the shirt that was on the top layer of clothes.

Her right leg swelled up in the thigh and the knee, matching the calf — which could have been a blessing or a curse.

She fought and fought, lopsided and grunting, her face bloating out and filling out, as if she was puffing out her cheeks with air but so much more than that. Her lips grew, plump and full like having filler injected directly into them, yet they bloomed with heat, wet with a lick of saliva that didn’t quite need to reside there. She whined, though it was not as high-pitched of a sound as it could have been, breath hitching in her chest, as if her lungs were fighting to get a full lungful of air.

Limping down, trying to move with one longer, stronger leg, she gasped as her other leg swelled, taking her height up, her torso filling out, hips widening. Yet the burst of transformation came with a sudden, sharp stop, as if it was taunting her, dragging her attention first one way and then, viciously, the other direction, showing her just how little she was in control of her own body.

“Unff…”

Yet it was her cock and balls, as her height inched up to eight feet, that did it for her, the swelling rumble of her aching hard-on and nuts pushing out within her pussy. They bulged against her passage, shoved into her sex, but they didn’t have anywhere to go as they forced their way out, bulging through the front of her trousers, despite all the layers that she had added.

“Agh… Come on… Uhhhh!”

Vanessa groaned, lunging for a stairwell, heading for the basement. She wasn’t thinking straight, her mind torn between horror and pleasure, though she did, in a way, know that things weren’t going to be the same again, never. She heaved for breath, her skin sticky with sweat, losing the fight as her balls swelled more and more, her pussy throbbing. It felt like being filled by a toy — but wrongly — with her dick bigger and harder, the veins standing out even more than before. She stumbled down the stairwell, clinging to the handrail for some sense of stability, though there was very little that she could do as another growth spurt took hold of her torso, evening out her awkward transformation a little as she eased up to nine feet tall.

In the basement, she lunged for the light switch, turning it on, though the contents of the basement were of no real concern to her. There was some storage down there, though it didn’t have the “hangout zone” that the storeroom earlier had, despite a stack of chairs racked up high in one corner. The light did not reach the shadows in the back but, lost in rising ecstasy, fear crushed under lust, Vanessa didn’t even notice.

The bulge in her pants grew and grew, though she had enough presence of mind to be amazed that her clothes had managed to hold it back for as long as they had, even if it had only been “just about.” The many layers of trousers that she had put on pulled taut, stitches popping, seams coming loose, the outer layer ripping and splitting with tears. Yet they held on, all while her cock bulge, hard enough to be forced from her pussy as it finally popped free.

Vanessa’s head fell back, wide-eyed as orgasm pummelled her. It was nothing like the pleasure that everything else had simmered down to.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

She howled, a broken kind of sound that should never have graced her lips, raw with hunger. At over nine feet in height, her cock flooded her underwear (makeshift) and trousers with cum, soaking through, weakening the integrity of the fabric. She had not realised just how much it had grown as she watched, as if it was all happening in slow motion, her cock straining out against the front of her clothes more and more, the head growing defined through the layers of cloth.

Rrrrrrriiiiiiiip!

Even her soaked clothes could not contain such a prick as the eighteen inches of rock-hard cock sprang into life, jerking up and down with the force that it had taken to tear itself free. Vanessa moaned and grabbed at it, her heart pounding, yet her fingers would not fit around.

With every throb of blood, her transformation focused on her cock and she howled in ecstasy, jetting off load after load. The only separation that there could have been said to be between orgasms was the slight pause between spurts, flooding the basement with cum in a thin layer. But that was just due to the size of the basement, stretching under a good portion of the Arts building, her head spinning and throbbing, seemingly in time with her engorging cock.

Bigger and bigger… She grunted thickly, rubbing it with her hands, her balls having exploded out too, though they were already the size of footballs. And they didn’t seem to be stopping, not even as the veins stood out on her cock and she massaged one roughly, another throb of delicious lust rolling through her.

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