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Temper fidgeted next to the racks of stretch leggings. The incubus had been trying to shop for something to show his ass off in. That was, until the alpaca came in.

The alpaca in question was a gorgeous, tall male, with exquisitely precise eyeliner and a vibrant shade of purple on his full lips. The wool of his head was styled into loose ringlets, highlights bleached into the chocolate brown and colors added to those, making a mix of hues that seemed to dance when he turned his head.

The incubus, however, was focused below the radiant alpaca's collarbone. A broad, overtly pregnant belly came all the way up to nearly encroach on his chest. His jacket didn't bother to even try covering that up, the glossy vinyl garment cropped high to show off his back anyway. The broad baby bump sat atop a prodigious bulge, one that could only belie a hyper masculinity. To support all of that weight, the camelid's wide hips and strong thighs were hugged tightly in lavender leggings that hardly made it up around his immense ass to meet his positively dainty fluff of a tail.

Easy to miss next to the beauty towering by him, a pear shaped wolf was carrying a stack of loosely folded clothes in his arms, wagging like a puppy and hanging on the taller male's every word. Every so often another garment would be added to his pile, and he'd just nod, eyes occasionally trailing down to the elastic-bound shape of a cock and balls.

The longer Temper watched, the more it seemed like both the pregnant belly and the tightly bound scrotum moved on their own, as if something was shifting around within, actively. The purple skinned humanoid flicked his tail and made his way to hide behind another clothes display to keep the chocolate wool on the exposed baby bump in view.

"Oh honey, I think that's enough for now." The alpaca cooed to the lupine with a sweet, creamy voice. "Some of those are sure to fit once we get you situated." He guided his attending wolf back to the dressing rooms, swaying his broad hips generously with an audible hiss of the leggings grinding together at his thighs.

Swallowing, the incubus made his decision, following to the hallway where all the dressing rooms were. Temper shifted his weight nervously between his feet as he stood at its entryway, before continuing inward. He wasn't sure which dressing room the pair had gone to, until he saw one with the curtains left slightly open, the light on the inside pouring through.

Cautiously, the infernal voyeur made his way to that beam of light, standing just beside it before pressing up to the wall beside the curtain. Temper breathed deeply, his pointed ears picking up the conversation inside.

"You mean... I... ah..." An unfamiliar voice stammered between lusty pants.

The next voice was clearly the alpaca's. "You'll be delectable nut pudding once my bullocks get done with you."

"Will... uh... will I still..." The first voice, presumably the pear-shaped wolf, asked haltingly.

"You're gonna be you, cutie. Just nice and slushy." The beautiful femboy's voice crooned soothingly. "Why add you to my collection if you weren't still you?"

"P-Please, yes, make me yours..." The wolf spoke needily.

The alpaca chuckled warmly, and the sound of fabric shifting met the incubus' ears. "Then be a good boy and get your ride ready."

Temper heard flesh slide against flesh, before the wolf made a quiet 'nomf' sound. Shortly after, the distinct sound of suckling and licking resonated out of the dressing room into the hall.

The incubus slowly peeked around the curtain, and then froze.

The first thing that struck him as just how large the chocolate-furred balls were, resting on the floor beneath the changing bench between the alpaca's now bare legs. Unlike the wool higher up his body, this was kept sheered short, presumably to make such tight clothing easier to deal with. He had braced his feet on the sides of his balls, the shapes of his testes appearing to shift and squirm. That must have been jostling from the male's feet, right?

The wolf's blissful groan drew the incubus' attention sharply to focus on the main event. The canine in question was kneeling on the bench beside the beautiful camelid, hands and tongue working at the massive rod the alpaca sported.

Temper hadn't been wrong about his assessment of the sheer size of the shaft that had been stuffed into those leggings, but it was an entirely different thing to see it. Judging from the way it was swelling under the lupine's ministrations, it wasn't even to its full size!

Carefully pursing his lips over his sharp teeth, the wolf returned to suckling along the side of the broad girth, his hands grasping lower down on the expanding trunk. His tail was thwapping against the two walls at the corner of the changing room as he could hardly get his long muzzle halfway around the meat before him, drool leaking down the smooth skin.

The chocolate brown alpaca stroked the back of the wolf's head, breathing calmly as his hyper maleness was brought to task. He took one of the lupine's grasping hands and guided it up to the folds of his foreskin, demanding more touch at the sensitive flaps without a word.

Obediently, he complied, stroking and stretching the flesh between his fingers, wrapping into a fist around one edge of the prepuce and squeezing firmly. As he did so, the fleshy glans pressed into view, slit already leaking slick pre.

"Alright, I'm ready for you." The beautiful man spoke softly, breathily.

Excitedly, the wolf let go with his jaws and pushed himself up from his knees and onto his feet, tail continuing to thump about as he got to where his head was near the ceiling. Instead of the fat-hipped lupine straddling to try to take the monster dong, as the incubus was expecting, he lifted one foot up and very carefully pressed his clawed toes to the flexing meatus.

That pulsing, drooling slit stretched easily to accept the foot, the flex that followed travelling down the whole length of the alpaca's shaft, like a swallow. The male attached to the hyper erection trilled his approval; eyes lidded as he placed a single manicured hand on the side of his cock and watched the lupine start to shift his weight.

Slowly, trying to not lose balance, the wolf's pelvis rocked towards the cock, sending his own modest junk swaying. The hold the alpaca had on the cock was deceptively strong considering the dick didn't go toppling when the canine lifted his free foot from the bench. It was either that or the cock was just that strong on its own...

The full weight on that foot had sent that leg sinking in on its own. By the time the wolf got his free foot lined up to join the first, he was nearly to his knees in the drooling slit. The insertion was just as easy as the first, the wide-hipped male getting his knees level with each other after only a moment of squelching his foot down.

From where Temper stood, he could see both sets of toes wiggling in the fleshy tube that lined the underside of the hyper cock. The massive rod flexed again, a contraction starting at the hooded head and travelling to the root. It was unmistakably a swallow this time, especially considering its effect.

The lupine bit back a lustful howl as he was dragged deeper in one pre-slicked swoop from his knees to his broad hips. The wolf grasped onto his cock while he still could, stroking himself off with the slick that was splattering up his junk. He managed to get his arms down just in time for them to be caught in the hungry shaft's foreskin as it pulsed forward over the glans.

The fleshy hood squeezed down, dragging the wolf a couple inches down, before the cock itself indulged in its next greedy swallow. The whole time, the alpaca watched lustfully, breathing steady but deep. He watched the beautiful ass of the wolf he caught get wrapped up in his foreskin, and then dragged down deeper.

Once that widest part of the wolf was claimed, the swallows claimed more and more. It wasn't long at all until shoulders slurped away. Then the lupine's head was wrapped in foreskin, the only part of him still visible. His wide hipped frame was fully visible bulging the cumtube on the underside of the hyper shaft, and his feet were sinking into the base where the scrotum hanged from.

With a perfectly manicured finger, the alpaca pressed on the wolf's forehead, biting his lip. The wolf suddenly dropped, as if everything supporting him had ceased to matter in the slightest. His head sank through the opening of the foreskin, and then its bulge tailed the shape of his belly and wide hips as they fell down into the waiting sac below. The alpaca let out a soft sigh, like having taken a cool drink on a hot day. He rested his hand on his foreskin, rubbing in a little circle.

Temper's attention followed the motion to the impact below, those already immense balls swelling out with a full wolf; a muffled, wet splat heard like someone had thrown a big stone into the mud on the far side of a house. The shape of the shorter male could be seen between the two large balls, shifting and writhing. When his face pressed firmly enough to the inner scrotum for his expression to be read, it was one of absolute rapture.

The alpaca used his feet to press on his balls, grinding them all over the wolf in his sac. As the incubus watched, the distinct shapes of the wolf were becoming less and less visible, more the general shape of there being something between the balls, the movement of the large orbs against it making it shift about. And then, there was just the balls in the big sloshing sac.

The gorgeous male set his feet down onto the floor and leaned his shoulders back against the wall behind the bench. He crossed one arm over the top of his pregnant belly and planted his other elbow on its wrist, pressing his manicured fingers along the underside of his muzzle. "Oh... now I have all this clothes and a belly that needs rubbing all over, but I've gone and spunkified my date!" Then the camelid turned his eyes directly to Temper's. "If only there was someone here to help."

The incubus' tail whipped out to a full extension behind him, the spade whistling to a halt. He swallowed nervously, and then pulled the curtain apart. "I... I could do that." He offered meekly, fidgeting in the doorway.

The potent alpaca smirked, and crooked a finger towards him, having only turned that hand from his throat towards the smaller male.

Temper bit his lip, his fang nearly piercing, before he turned and closed the curtains fully, completing the rotation to take another step forward to the larger male. His tail loosely curled around his legs as he spun, but he managed not to trip over himself.

"Strip." The camelid ordered as the same finger that crooked towards before rotated down to point at the other male's pants.

The incubus fidgeted, and started to strip down, first peeling off his snug, stripe-sleeved shirt, revealing his plump, near-plum little tummy to the bigger male. He dug his fingers into his waistband and pulled on the elastic, working his stretch pants down over his plump ass, before carefully stepping out of them, ending up hardly a foot from the hyper junk that had just devoured a man before him. His comparatively meager maleness was quickly gaining its full size from the lack of restrictive clothes to hold it back.

"I'm Daeva." The alpaca announced, with no hint in his voice that he even cared what the incubus' name was in return. "Now, be a good boy," He reached and grasped one of the smaller male's hands, guiding it to stroke over at the side of his belly, drawing the purple male past his throbbing shaft to his more matronly feature.

Enthralled by the tum before him, it was easy for the incubus to put the cock and its appetite out of his mind, starting to run first that one hand, then both through the silky soft wool that coated the taut, firm dome. Now that he had it under his hands, Temper could definitely feel movement inside: A rhythmic rocking at a fairly decent speed. Whipping his tail behind him, he worked his fingers in over and over in kneading motions.

Daeva smoothly wrapped a palm behind the smaller male's head, manicured fingers finishing the move in an elegant wave. Using this grip, he dragged the incubus into a kiss, holding it intensely. The alpaca's free hand drifted down the smooth-skinned impromptu date's form before wrapping around the girthy base of the infernal shaft. Stroking over the purple rod firmly, he released the pull holding his catch in the kiss, smirking a bit as the humanoid made no attempt to pull away.

Temper moaned needily into the kiss, pushing up onto his toes to apply more pressure in fact. His tail lashed and whipped around like an air hose left on. He hardly seemed to notice, or perhaps just mind, that the hand that had dragged him to kiss, was now grasping at his ass.

The alpaca squeezed the bubble butt of the shorter femboy, smirk broadening into a grin as his jaws parted, changing into a very different kiss. He leaned forward, working the small, blunted horns of the incubus under his flat teeth and extending his tongue to caress the smooth skin on Temper's neck and chest. Daeva let go of the smaller male's cock to grasp the other side of his ass and lifted, pulling him right off the ground.

The incubus groaned out again, but this time into the acoustic chamber of the maw. His cock ground into the soft wool on top of the pregnant belly below, and he needily flexed his fat hips to increase the movement. He could feel himself nearing his climax already, toes curling in midair as he quivered and rocked, supported in the larger male's grasp.

Daeva's jaws closed around the chubby femboy's throat, momentarily. He could feel those little horns bumping into his tonsils. He gaped and lunged forward again, swallowing. He could feel the blushing face of the infernal man distending the soft fleece he kept trimmed short on his throat.

Temper was so close. He didn't mind how deep the kiss had gotten, how his ears were full of muscular contractions and the bellows of breath. What did jolt him out of his reverie, however, was the uncut tip of the alpaca's shaft grazing against his thigh as he was lifted up further. Eyes snapping open in the darkness of the throat the incubus' tail lashed as he placed his hands on the alpaca's shoulders and pressed.

The alpaca eased his catch down, letting his throat release the tasty morsel he was teasing.

Shuddering, dripping, and with at least one strand connecting his head to the larger male's jaws, the incubus stammered his protest. "I-I-I... No, I c-can't. I'm not g-gay." His brow furrowed and he rubbed the side of his head, looking around the changing room. Despite his words, his cock was still as hard as ever, and he wasn't trying to leave.

Using one hand to keep supporting the flustered male, Daeva casually freed one hand to grasp and start stroking at the infernal violet shaft once again. The alpaca smirked, watching no distress appear on the man's face at that. "Tell me how you really feel."

Temper curled his toes, looking down at Daeva's form, his shaft quivering in the skilled grasp trailing back and forth on his girth. "I.... I.... ah." He swallowed. "I feel like... I belong inside you?" He sounded confused by the thought, but not like he was unsure of it.

The alpaca didn't seem surprised, continuing to stroke off the incubus in his grip. "I've got two men in my womb. I'm sure you've felt them fucking... they're always fucking." Daeva grinned. "Each of my testicles is a man I've claimed for myself. Sucked them up and transformed them." Squeezing at the base of the purple shaft, he gently pulled while using his grip on the fat infernal ass in his grip to ease him closer. "That wolf you saw melt away? He's awake, aware of every slosh he makes as my cum. My body is happy to collect more men."

The purple incubus stammered a bit, biting his lip. He looked over the rocking belly... it was so alluring, but there were guys fucking in there... But... He closed his eyes tightly, fidgeting. "C-can I s-stay just a little bit in your belly? P-please?"

Daeva raised his eyebrows at this request, and then chuckled, setting the incubus down on his feet. His stroking hand continued caressing, however. "My womb is at its capacity. It can't accept any more men yet." The alpaca gave another squeeze. "And you'll join with my body once you can commit. When you're sure. There's no 'just a little bit' with my beauty."

Temper cried out, knees shaking weakly as he started to gush his seed in lancing splatters across the turgid, rocking belly. He came for only a few moments, but he made an impressive mess for his size on the larger male.

"A regular Jackson Pollock on our hands." The alpaca chuckled to himself, and stood fully, giving a gentle press with the formerly stroking hand. At the same time his other hand grasped onto the hefty bubble butt again and guided the incubus to the floor without actually dropping him. Once the purple man was situated on the floor properly, Daeva took a straddled stance over him and pushed at the root of his cock until the foreskin was inches from the humanoid's face.

"I... I told you I'm n-not gay..." The violet man murmured ineffectually.

Daeva rolled his eyes and pressed more firmly, until the flesh met flesh and the flexible prepuce grasped onto the incubus' face. "You wanted in. Now, just relax and enjoy the ride~"

From Temper's perspective, his head was extremely warm as it was wrapped in the male-smelling flesh, and the delicate hands that had easily lifted him many times did so again. He felt himself being shifted around and readjusted, before something flexible pressed under his ass. He tried to speak, but only got a dollop of alpaca pre for his troubles, shuddering and blushing deeply.

The alpaca tucked and shifted and moved the man around until his arms were around the shifting mass of the pregnant belly. Daeva's hyper maleness cradled his catch's back and plump ass from one side, the immense phallus having to make a complete loop to do this without letting go of the incubus' face. What Temper was realizing now were some of the leggings that the alpaca had had the wolf bring into the dressing room were pinning him into this position, his own legs tucked up between the larger male's cheeks, which left his own still half-hard arousal poking against a fleshy spot which must have been on the camelid's pucker.

The incubus groaned weakly, as he felt the now dressed male start to walk with him trapped in this position, unable to do anything, or even think of a coherent objection.

Daeva grinned a bit, feeling his ball-boys starting to flex a bit beside his catch. His urethra gradually swelled from root to tip, until a steady dribble of cum was being fed to the trapped incubus. "Now, you just drink up down there. Gotta get big and strong." He chortled at his own joke and walked off to resume his day.

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Temper lost himself into the swaying rhythm of the alpaca's walking, in a daze as he could do nothing but drink and, if he tried hard enough, grind his erection against the larger male's taint, towards the pucker. The incubus' tail was trapped somewhere by spandex, and his arms were pinned in place around the constantly rocking and shifting pregnant belly.

At some point a bass voice loudly spoke nearby. "What's up with that?"

Daeva's response resonated against the incubus, travelling to his ears louder via the internal vibrations making their way along the folded hyper shaft and to the foreskin wrapping his face up. "Oh don't mind him... You saw my last video didn't you~?" The alpaca practically purred, his lust clear in his voice. "Mmm, you know what's going to happen..."

The incubus let out a weak groan between swallows. He couldn't think of words to use in protest, so he gave up trying. Abruptly he felt the cold of exposure on his shins and squirmed again.

"He's all the way around like that?" The bass voice asked.

The alpaca gave a dramatic sigh. "If you have to, hold his legs out of the way."

The deeper voice grunted affirmation, and large, rough hands grasped at the chubby purple humanoid's calves, scooping them up and out of the fuzzy crack. The act of holding them apart helped part Daeva's buns as well, facilitating in access. This also meant even more of the cold outside air was dancing against the incubus' bare skin.

Temper writhed at the sudden loss of warmth, but the heat returned in an entirely different way.

Against the underside of his purple glans, the infernal male felt first radiant warmth, then direct contact to a nearly burning-hot cock. Somewhere in Temper's mind, he thought he should have been protesting, but all he could do was try to grind his meager cock against this log that was pressing past his arousal into the depths of the alpaca.

Daeva moaned eagerly, and the speed of the flow of cum into his trapped but not yet claimed man increased.

As the alpaca's date hilted, his heavy balls and broad, muscular torso covered up the last of the incubus, shielding him from the cold once more. That respite didn't last long at all, as the other hyper pulled back over two feet before hilting again.

The jolt of the heavy balls spanking him sent the incubus into a writhing fit, trying to thrust against the pliable cumtube at the underside of the bigger man's shaft as it started to piston powerfully in and out of the camelid above.

Temper could feel the belly against his chest and arms rocking more violently with the thrusting, but he couldn't tell if it was because its occupants were getting randier and more active in their perpetual fuck-fest or because they were getting pushed around by the sheer size of Daeva's date.

The alpaca's voice was surprisingly calm, crooning to one of his men, but whether it was the incubus, or his newest lover, or any of the myriad trapped inside him, it was impossible to tell. "Such a good boy you are, taking new challenges on the fly~"

The hyper continued to spank the trapped humanoid as a byproduct of his needy thrusting, and the rhythm faltered much sooner than the squirming infernal male could have predicted. Or perhaps Temper had just lost track of time as he was overwhelmed with the constant rubbing back and forth at his cock's tip by a member that outclassed his nearly as much as Daeva's did.

A moment later, said alpaca's date hilted powerfully, leaving a tingle running from the incubus' bubble butt to his moaning mouth, vocalization cut off by the next glob of thick spunk fed into his gullet. Against his ass, the heavy balls twitching and jolting as the fleshy underside of the girth swelled out against the purple man's cockhead, forcing it away to one side rather than be deformed by the weaker maleness. The broad, constantly quivering baby bump in the humanoid's arms started to swell rhythmically, and Temper knew that the hyper had started to unload.

Daeva grunted, rocking his hips in a way that sent the trapped man swaying, before the potent flow of cum to the incubus halted. The infernal man felt the heavy balls supporting his back clench down, and like a hose being turned on, the long shaft wrapped around to meet his face thickened and stiffened further from base to hooded tip.

Temper glurked, as his swallowing action was overridden by the sheer pressure. The pulsing glans had pushed forward and swollen into his mouth, locking his jaws in place, as the slit at its core gaped wider than ever. The overwhelmed incubus' mind envisioned his throat had just become an extension of that long cumtube, terminating in the already mostly full belly.

At least, the purple humanoid had thought his belly was full. Such a concept was being disproven gloriously as his stomach started to swell and press against the alpaca's taint with the sheer volume of pudding-like wolf seed pumping from bullocks to gut. It was all too much to Temper, drifting once more as he distantly felt his own shaft twitch and finally release a meager tablespoon against the root of the date's hyper shaft.

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Unknown hours later, things were calm enough for the incubus to try to keep track of his bearings. All was still dark; the belly was still shifting against his arms and chest. His thighs were pretty well coated in overflow from the sex earlier, and the leggings were holding him fast once again.

By this point he could feel, even when Daeva was standing still, the seed filling his belly was sloshing and rocking, shifting about. Temper could have sworn he felt a hand press against the inside of his belly.

Then, after the sound of a door opening and closing, the leggings were coming off. Daeva pulled them all the way down this time, letting the purple incubus slump into them. The alpaca's foreskin kept his head safely supported as he flopped out. With another press to the base of his hyper cock, the elegant male released that grip.

Temper gasped out, his face a mix of relief, confusion, and distress at breathing normal air for the first time in so long. He blinked blearily, and rubbed his eyes.

The incubus found himself in a living room with hardwood floors, a couch with vinyl covering nearby, and a floor length mirror taking up an entire wall. Seeing his own reflection, he gasped. While he'd been chubby before, he was positively hefty now, padding having added onto his arms and chest while his already impressive bubble butt was added to with padding on his thighs and hips, up onto his love handles. His belly was round, but he could feel that wasn't just from weight gain. There was still a lot of wolf spunk in there sloshing around.

"That's a much better look for you, my treat." Daeva declared, casually sitting onto the covered couch and crossing one leg over the top of his hyper shaft to rest the ankle on the far knee. Get a nice good look at yourself in the mirror. Admire it." He ordered casually, not looking in the rotund humanoid's direction anymore.

Temper stood up unsteadily, wobbling under his new weight, before he approached the mirror. He panted softly, a soft pink blush glowing beneath his purple skin tone on his newly rounded face. He reached around his loudly groaning belly and grasped at his cock, starting to stroke it firmly. He pivoted a bit to get a side view, and was greeted with the sight that even his long, whip like tail had gotten chunkier, likely no longer able to make any whistling sounds with a good flick.

The incubus squeezed and jerked his cock harder, and he let out a low moan as his belly let out a low, greedy sound. The sloshing grew more intense as his stomach started to contract. Giving this no mind, Temper used both hands to jerk his shaft.

Daeva had his camera ready for this part, and well within focus, the shape of the purple male began to subtly change.

The already pointed ears grew longer, extending out, and at the same time the upper edge of the lobe pressed up into his head, forcing the pointed tips up into his hairline. At the same time, cyan fur was starting to sprout along his shins and forearms, flowing lustrously outward. His already fattened tail started to gain long, lustrous hairs of the same shade, travelling down the twisting, writhing limb.

Temper's ears turned forward, the lower lobes having vanished entirely as the sides of his head gained streaks of that same cyan, as well as through his hair. His curling toes grew large, vicious looking claws, as the fur on his legs covered his feet as well. He pressed up onto the balls of his feet as the lower portion seemed to extend. He bent his knees, his grasping hands on his shaft growing claws as well, glinting in the light of the room.

The incubus' ears were fully changed as the belly stopped its gurgling, clearly now wolf ears, covered in fur on their backsides and with soft fuzz inside. He abruptly stopped jerking his cock, a growl rising out of his throat as he glanced into the mirror with his newly golden eyes, then back towards the couch directly.

Daeva was grinning from ear to ear, extending a finger to beckon his creation over.

Twisting on one clawed foot, Temper crouched, and then leapt, the pear shaped hybrid bounding merely twice to get from the mirror to his goal, colliding with the alpaca. His big hand claws grasped onto the larger male's shoulders and he desperately ground his throbbing purple cock into the fleece on his perpetually pregnant paunch.

"Oh, you two just came out perfectly." The camelid crooned, grasping both immense cheeks in his manicured hands and squeezing, pressing his own hips up to grind belly-to-belly with the former incubus. "Now, release all that pent up lust you've been churning up since I tucked you away." He ordered, squeezing firmly on the purple and cyan demiwolf's fat ass.

Howling to the ceiling, sharpened teeth exposed, he came. The hybrid gushed far more profusely than he'd been able to before, shaft jolting and jerking with each generous shot. Temper held on tightly as his whole body quivered with the power of his climax, unable to think, just feeling the muscular contractions deep in his taint as his balls unloaded gallons.

Daeva waited patiently, crooning softly as he felt his slick fur getting properly soaked down, not merely splattered like before. This was the kind of potency he craved in a playmate, after all. As the former incubus began to trail off in his peak, the alpaca gently eased him down in his grip, coaxing the still tense, quivering man to sit in front of the couch. "Now it's time for you to get in me."

Temper panted heavily, his mind crashing into afterglow. In this state it was hard for him to parse what was said, but he soon got the gist when his upturned head was greeted with a vision of the beautiful pucker that he'd ground against so eagerly before. It was directly over him. It was falling. Once more everything was dark and warm and musky.

The alpaca groaned out with pleasure. Head and shoulders went in alright, but his capacity was already so close to there. "Reach on up into me. You're going to help me get even more men." Daeva panted a bit, closing his eyes tightly. "Do it! Become my womb!"

The demiwolf brought his claws up and slid them up against his buried chest. Carefully, he pressed the furred forearms up through the stretched ring. The inner flesh was so slick, and every moment inward was like silk. It wasn't long before Temper had his arms fully extended over his head inside the alpaca's depths, nuzzling his face at the yielding anal walls.

Daeva shuddered, and put more weight onto the rounded out hybrid. "You're going to have so many men inside you..." He groaned, curling his toes a bit as he lowered his hips further, feeling the stretch at his ring and deeper, into his belly increasing in tension. The alpaca squeezed down tightly, and stood back up, grunting as his inner walls rippled and tried to drag. Gradually, he worked the purple and cyan man's waist in to his navel, feeling that indent against his pillowy pucker.

Temper licked firmly, reaching and feeling with both arms deep inside the beautiful man he'd left everything to follow without a thought.

The alpaca quivered in surprise, feeling his muscles falter against the pressure resisting. Daeva gasped, feeling the hefty gut slip out. He clenched down powerfully, and managed to stop the gravity-fed momentum at the top of Temper's chest. He looked over at the mirror, easier than looking around his own hyper junk and butt to see what was going on down there

The former incubus had ended up kneeling beneath, his own hips shifting and rocking, as if trying to grind.

Daeva grinned. "Stay just like..." He relaxed his knees, bearing his weight down, and then relaxed his pucker. "That!" The wide-hipped alpaca plummeted downward, working right over the broad belly below. He felt the pert bubble of a round humanoid ass slip under his anal lips before the pressure once again was too strong. He grunted and clenched down, stroking over his belly.

Temper felt his shaft press into the pillowy folds of anal flesh his whole upper body was buried into, feeling as though he was supporting both himself and the alpaca on top and over him on his knees. He ground forward, the purple and cyan demiwolf reaching up as far as his hands would go. He perked, feeling something up above him, rocking in a familiar pattern. His eyes widened in the abyssal darkness of another man's bowels. The womb!

The hybrid growled and grasped onto the fleshy ball containing the constantly fucking men, and pulled greedily with both arms.

Crying out in pleasure, the alpaca jerked his own hips, gaining half a foot with each powerful motion, his weight and the pull within combining to work this next man in. He gasped in surprise as amidst his thinner, stretched out pelt on his pregnant dome, stretch marks started to brightly draw themselves into place. The dark markings showed through the sort-sheered wool easily, multiplying each time he made progress further over Temper. His ass finally settled to the hardwood on either side of the rotund man's knees, and he let out a soft gasp as his navel inverted from the pressure.

The half-wolf ground his shaft in more needily, as his face reached the womb, nuzzling at its outer surface. He was so enthralled with it that as he wrapped his arms as far as he could around it, he didn't realize the taut pressure from the walls around him wasn't relieving. His need, however, drove him to shift one knee, all his weight on the other, and bend at the hip to drag that leg in.

Daeva panted heavily, eyes wide as his manicured fingers traced and trailed along the many jagged markings adoring his baby bump now. At the same time he felt that grinding knee threaten to push into his prostate and set him off. He bit his lip tightly, eyes lidding as the warmth of claiming another man started to suffuse through him, sending bliss up and down his spine. He grasped onto his belly, rocking lightly until he felt the foot down below plant to the floor, and the weight shift again, the other leg following suit.

Deep inside, Temper felt the men writhing against him, a moaning face pressing to his own in one of countless o-faces. That thought, and the feeling of his feet as the only bare part of his body not surrounded in hot alpaca set him off once again. His cock splattered at the deep inner walls of the larger male, having only one avenue of escape, down to his feet to pool beneath the broad, fuzzy ass.

The beautiful male gasped softly as his pucker closed past the clawed toes, and the rest of the hybrid's long tail started to slurp up like a fuzzy mess of spaghetti. However, with just the tail left, his pucker had a good enough seal to prevent any more of the former incubus' seed from escaping. With every inch claimed, he could feel more of Temper's orgasm backing up and exacerbating the overload within.

The demiwolf groaned blissfully, tugging his legs up to wrap up and into the womb as well, continuing to shudder and pump his infernal-powered seed as he pushed as much of his body as he could against the organ he was to become.

As the last of the cyan tail sank out of sight, Daeva panted heavily, wincing. He felt more stretch marks shoot along his flesh as all that combined, heavy man buried in under his flesh, and the pooled up spunk wasn't helping matters. If the alpaca didn't claim him now, he was afraid he might burst! "B-Be mine!" He cried out, half order and half plea.

Under the straining pelt, Temper found himself unable to grind and shift his limbs, as they were adhering and starting to sink in. The hybrid groaned out blissfully as the feeling of the fucking men against him began to feel more like it was inside him. His constantly flowing incubus cock finally finished its pumping as it too melted into the alpaca's greedy flesh.

The alpaca felt Temper fusing into that organ deep inside him, adding to its elasticity and strength. The womb wasn't the only place that Daeva was claiming the hybrid however. As his body was wracked with the pleasure of the merging going on inside, his ears grew more pointed, as his elegant alpaca muzzle gained a canine edge. New highlights of cyan started to appear throughout his chocolate coat, trailing and making his whole body more like the loose curls on his head.

Gasping out, the alpaca shuddered, holding on tightly to his belly as his flat, herbivorous teeth grew pointed. Slowly, the short-shorn fur on the baby bump darkened, forming the silhouette of the taken incubus, tail folded into a figure eight with spaded tip between the wide-spread thighs. A sudden disturbance in the longer curls of wool on Daeva's brow announced the arrival of his new horns, stolen from his meal. "Ooohh... You two have given me so much~"

And there was still more to give, in a surge of growth, Daeva's already immense hips swelled noticeably larger and raised off the ground as his cheeks gained the bubbly quality of the man he turned into his new womb. He grinned, panting a bit from the overwhelming sensations, stroking over the new marking on his belly. Deep inside, he could feel the wolf and the incubus, trapped together, and entrapping the constantly fucking men inside them.

Daeva sighed happily, and stood up with a grunt, feeling his new ass jiggle from the motion. He paused, and looked at his black leggings. Squinting, he decided to try to see if they'd still fit. The alpaca stepped one foot, then the other into them, and brought them up, feeling their elastic form travel up his form, cup around his hyper maleness... and then it wouldn't go any higher.

He looked at the mirror, where the back of the leggings couldn't even come close to covering the top of his crack. He did note, however, that his tail had gotten a bit longer, and could easily cover the shortcoming. In front the root of his cock was peeking out of the tight fabric, when before he could get it up onto his baby bump. "Ugh... gonna have to go shopping again." He chuckled. As if that was ever a problem

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"Hi Boys~" Daeva spoke right into the camera in the new video he posted after the one of his latest growth. "I hope you like my big, pregnant belly." He leaned back and showed off the marking amidst all the stretch marks, tracing it with a manicured finger. "Because with my new boyfriend, my womb is gonna gobble you all up~" As lusty as his voice was, it was hard to tell if it was a tease or a promise. "Right now I'm at ten thousand followers..."

He leaned back forward to the camera, grinning. "I'm sure my belly can handle it~" The video ended on that frame.