Growing girl: part 2

"Evening John, how are we doing today? All good I hope." Quil smiled at the orca that lived next door, the buff, towering studly stay-at-home dad just as buff and studly as any other day. He was trimming the hedges of their shared apartment ground since he was the de-facto manager of the entire building, having married the one that owned it. John was wearing almost nothing, which wasn't a result of the same changes that had turned Quil from regular dragoness to the utterly stunning and immensely sexual being she was now: he was far too big for him to wear anything more than a tank-top and shorts at any time during the year, something that all the ladies and a lot of the lads in the building loved to see. The herm was, of course, among the many that enjoyed the sight of a nearly nine foot tall behemoth with his ass and crotch crammed into little more than a single layer of rather ineffective clothing. "Working hard as always."

"Hehe, I do like doing maintenance." The orca chuckled and put the hedge trimmer on the floor, taking the tank top and using the somewhat worn item to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Quil licked her lips as she saw that, her cock throbbing and firing a few wads of precum onto the ground, hosing a fair few yards in but a couple seconds. John threw her a glance and rushed back to his work, blushing as he, a married man, realized he was staring a little too much at the naked, far too stacked tenant's tits. "You? Busy day?" John gulped as his nose picked up on the stench of cum, milk and pussy juice that was oozing from the dragoness, her entire body stained in her own fluids on a level that was frankly too much to bear.

"Like any other day. Morning was a little rough if I have to be honest." The dragoness licked her lips again, noticing the beefy orca's beefier bulge twitch and swell in his pants: the outlines of his cocks were starting to become more noticeable, not that they weren't before. John was so damn hung anyone could see his malenesses through his pants at any time during the day. "No time to properly milk myself before going to work so I had to make do with the milkers provided by the company but you know how those things are: just barely enough to help but nowhere near sufficient to drain these bad girls." She squeezed her tits, her finger-thick nipples growing harder before John's eyes, gushing even more creamy white milk as her cock was sandwiched in between. His own shafts twitched again, the fabric of his pants straining as two massive shapes begged to be freed and have some space. Quil could see the orca's balls start to become quite visible as well, but now that she was cupping her massive knockers, her attention had shifted to openly milking herself. "It's a nightmare, I tell you... hhhfff... I drain at least fifty gallons per breast before leaving my unit and by the time I'm at work it's as if I've not even done that." She groaned and huffed, smiling at another tenant while her cock gushed precum onto the top of her tis, glazing them as her nuts churned so loudly they were almost audible under the constant trickle of milk and pre splashing onto the ten yard wide puddle at Quil's feet.

"Oh... sorry I didn't know..." John blushed heavily, too busy trying not to stare at Quil and work on the hedge to notice his own junk was oozing a lot, the front of his shorts already soaked thoroughly and his thighs were dripping wet. "You know, my wife had the same problem when she was pregnant with our quintuplets: her tits got so big she had to sleep on them for months." He huffed, the memory making his shafts throb and grow even faster than Quil's wonderful musk and tantalizing fragrance. He gulped as he turned around towards her, his cocks about to burst through his soaked pants. "Would... would you like me to help? It's been a few months since I've had to milk her dry so she could get out of bed but I still like to think I've got the touch." He blushed again sheepishly, which was unbecoming of a titan like himself, but that boyish charm was part of his allure. Half the people in the building called him quality DILF material and Quil had to agree with that sentiment.

"Sure, anything to take some weight off them." She smiled at him, letting her tits fall prey to gravity again. John sat down on the bench in front of the entrance, Quil purred softly and sat on his lap, feeling his trapped junk try to break free as her pussy, her soft, heated, eternally gushing pussy bathed his groin in juices and her massive nuts groaned, making his shafts and his own sack thrum with activity. "Is this ok?" She wiggled her ass on his crotch, slathering more of her pussy juice on his lap till the bench was dripping with their mixed fluids, mostly hers.

"S-s-s-sure..." John was hardly keeping his cock contained and the heat, slickness and sheer size of her pussy against his lengths was criminally pleasurable. His wife had a smaller pussy and he'd fucked her for over two decades and was twice the size of the dragoness on his lap. "Now, let me do my thing." The big manly orca huffed and grunted softly as he grabbed her tits and felt their weight. "Oh gods above!" He almost couldn't believe their heft in his palms, the way they made his biceps strain and the softness of those scaled mounds, not to mention their weight. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

"Mmhhh, probably not, this is pretty much normal..." Quil purred and wiggled her ass, feeling his cocks jump under her wet muff.

"F-fine, I'll start now." John had to ground himself just to avoid stripping down and motorboating her tits right then and there. He sighed and began to massage her breasts with slow, methodical movements, groping, squeezing and tugging. At times he was gentle, others he was rough, handling her tits oh so lovingly and then immediately making her mewl as he pinched her nipples with his thick fingers, but how well it was working... Quil was gushing like a fountain, the floor in front of the building completely white with her creamy milk, dozens of gallons spilled already, more on the way, her tits not looking any less empty than before nor less heavy. "Ffuck..." John couldn't believe his eyes as the little girl sitting on his lap hosed the ground with more milk than he'd seen his wife output in a day every other second, her nipples hard as stell in his palms, her soft flesh still making his arms work hard. "Ohhh fuck you're a messy one..." He huffed, burying his nose in the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply without shame or restraint, making the dragoness moan loudly and cum a little, flooding every inch of space around the two of them in a flurry of fluids: cum, pussy juice, milk and liquid musk oozing out of her by the gallon, dealing the last hit to his pants. "Fuck sorry, didn't mean..." John didn't stop milking his tenant as his cocks ripped through his pants as if they were wet tissue paper and freed themselves, the two massive, three foot long uncut shafts throbbing out in the open, slick with juices of all sorts. "Oh Gods!" The orca came a little as well as he realized his twin prides, two beasts that were a third of his height, were far shorter of the girl's single titanic pillar of dragonflesh. Two gushes of pearly white escaped his sack where his four nuts gurgled and purred, sharing heat and vibrations with Quil's single pair of bloated cumtanks. He was all of thirty six inches long with each of his cocks, she was over fifty and twice as thick as his own monster cocks.

"MMMh don't stop... I'm close to cumming..." Quil rode her landlord's cocks, feeling his shafts sandwiched between her massive cheeks, teasing pussy and her gaping donut in such loving ways it was a shame he wasn't burying both in her holes and stuffing her good. John doubled his efforts, tugging her nipples, squeezing them, craning his neck to stuff them in his mouth and suckle, drinking gallons and gallons of fresh milk before realizing he'd end up with a gut twice his size and not even make a dent in her backed up tits' immense cargo. He squeezed, pulled, played with her tits, her nipples growing bigger, thicker as he handled them oh so roughly and lovingly, but her climax was still just a hair's breadth away. "Ffffuck... harder!!" John murred, gently biting her neck as he squeezed her rack harder, his fingers teasing her nipples even more until his fingers just... slid inside them and spread them wide. The world shimmered lightly as the orca started to finger her nipples as if he was fingering her pussy, pumping two fingers inside her nubs as milk gushed forth even more than before. "Ohhhh fffffffuck...!!!" She came hard, her cock throbbing, growing another couple inches, fifty two marvellous inches of immense breeding spire, thickening as the nubs at the tip grew more sensitive, her balls groaning and swelling. Her foot and a half wide donut twitched, lube oozing out of that unnaturally massive hole by the pint. She mewled, curled her toes and then her shaft bloated with a single, arm-thick beam of cum, rocketing out of her so fast that, before she even knew, the backsplash had reached her and turned the two of them in a single cummy statue, well before her nuts pumped a second time and added to the strength of her orgasm. "MMhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!!!" The dragoness squirmed and purred, kissing her cock, licking her cock, letting John's twin spires hug it from the sides as she hugged the three shafts together, giving herself and him a messy, ungodly soft titjob that not once had been matched in history.

People stared and ogled as cocks grew hard beyond reason and pussies gushed with fluids at the sheer strength of the musk the two immensely hung beings put out on the streets. John grunted and huffed, his twin lengths bloating fatter, the uncut cockheads swelling and sliding out of their cosy hood with lewd pops as his quad nuts churned underneath Quil's immense pair and came moments after her. Two massive, messy, titanic beams of whiteness gushed from his tips, each pair of his nuts groaning and feeding one of his shafts, gallons upon gallons spilled each second and still he wasn't able to even come close to matching the dragoness' immense output. He was a stud twice her size with twice the junk and twice the plumbing to deliver his load which had turned his wife into a mother several times over, and still he couldn't win over her. Quil moaned, mewled, thrashed on his lap, grinding her pussy on his groin over and over, bringing herself to another kind of orgasm soon after, her muff squirting almost as much fluids as her single fifty two inch pillar of breeder flesh. Within half a minute, the front of the building was painted in several kinds of fluids, dozens of gallons spilled every second from two moaning, huffing, panting beasts of different species.

The road flooded soon after, the sewer grates and manholes gurgling as they struggled to dump the absurdly thick loads spilled and drain the streets fast enough. A small, lewd tide of lust marched onto the quiet neighbourhood around Quil's apartment building, windows fogged up with the heat of her mixed orgasm, her mind far too busy being assaulted by such immense pleasure and relief to notice that people were being affected by her arousal, and not just the kind of change that is caused by the strength of pheromones and liquid lust. Pants grew tighter as cocks swelled bigger and balls grew heavier, fatter and fuller, their owners ditching them in vain attempts to relieve their trapped loins of the pressure within. Tits broke shirts and bras as nipples stiffened in the musky, ball-funk laden air, fur matted with sweat as pussies soaked through panties far faster than any herm, woman or intersex fur could take them off. And in the midst of the chaos, as people stripped naked and began hosing each other in cum, milk and pussy juices, the road started to reappear under the tide of spunk and mixed fluids: huge industrial grates opened in strategic spots, the sewer system humming as pumps drained the absurd amount of fluids.

Signs appeared left and right, some warning people coming from other neighbourhoods about the high-incidence of cum floods due to the presence of hypers in the area, some signalling that this was also an area where clothing was mostly optional, some even advertising sex toys and offering free condoms, plugs and other amenities as folks outside the range of Quil's moans of pleasure but not the encroaching reach of her mind-bending musk stopped wearing pants as their heavy sacks dangled from chairs, benches and seats, bras basically disappearing while the average bust size went from a regular D to a FF cup, shirts riding up as breasts swelled oh so wonderfully.

Five minutes later, Quil was done with her orgasm, her cock softening inch after inch till it rested above the swell of her pumpkin-sized balls, still oozing gallons of spunk every other second but a far cry from the sheer intensity of her full output. John had stopped three minutes before and had spent the rest of the time waiting for her to stop cumming so hard, still milking her tits as he shoved his fingers in her nipples and stretched them oh so wide, making her squirt harder. By the time she was off, his entire lower body was a chaotic mess of fluids and juices, drenched to the point he had trouble standing and not slipping, his cocks and sack dripping wet.

"Thanks John." She smiled and stretched, feeling her tits after the very pleasant and messy milking session. "Gods I can really feel them lighter, you're such a skilled man."

"Hehe, no problem." John licked his hands just as his wife arrived, the wheels of her car sliding over the cummy pavement and stopping in her reserved parking spot. The door opened and before the huge orca female could exit, her belly was out already, the massive, motherly swell almost trapping her inside. With a shimmer, the car widened and changed, allowing her to get out from the driving seat comfortably, the parking spot turning from reserved to her by name to being reserved for pregnant furs bordering hyper sizes, a dozen more forming on the side and now taking over half the parking space that quietly, calmly turned into a sizeable parking lot just for the sake of those who were with big clutches. "Afternoon honey." John marched through the lot and hugged her, his still hard cocks sliding between her juicy thighs and slathering them with juices, her own adding to the messy mix as the dragoness' musk made her moan and grow horny within seconds.

"Well, well, well, look who's had fun without me." Francine chuckled, licking the cum off her husband's chest, the grooves of his muscles draining the flowing spunk from his upper body.

"Sorry, she was having trouble with her... breasts." He blushed and pointed at Quil. The dragoness smile, waved and moaned softly, ogling the pregnant orca's five foot wide belly, which was half as wide as the female was tall. "You know how expensive it is to repair indoor floods and gods, she needed the help."

"I can see." The motherly orca chuckled and licked her lips, purring loudly as her muff oozed with thick, glistening arousal. "You're such a good man, John." She kissed him deeply, sharing saliva and cum she licked off his skin, their muzzles locking with each other for long seconds. "Now you have to milk your wife and then fuck her in the living room till she floods our apartment." John huffed, his shafts fattening, growing and gushing, his muscles bulging with power as he grabbed his wife, lifted her and carried her inside without even saying anything to the dragoness he'd just shared a messy orgasm with, his mind completely focused on his lover and her needs.

Quil smiled, casually fingering her stretchy nipples as she grabbed her stuff from the self-driving car she'd suddenly been granted by the cosmos and then headed upstairs. The apartment building had once been a somewhat quiet place, nothing unusual for a building in a mid-sized city, now it was a chaotic mess the likes of which fit the dragoness' body and behaviour. The stairs were fitted with drains to avoid people slipping on the seemingly endless flow of precum from the upper floors, doors had gaps underneath to avoid flooding the apartments and letting the leak flow outside on drains that were before every unit. Huge packs of condoms were scattered in bowls and dispensers all over, not one used as people freely leaked. Dorian, the bird living next to Quil's unit, was hanging with his cock outside his pants, the fat avian shaft sneaking from one of the pant's legs as pints of pre leaked out of the tapered tip every dozen seconds. The second the dragoness rolled around him, that cock hardened instantly, almost ripping its prison as the bird waved hello at his neighbour and started to jack off openly, his chest feathers slickened with his arousal as his nuts spilled from either side of his pants' seams. Quil purred, waving hello to the nudist couple down the hallway, the two lizards taking in the sun as their cocks stood proud, both herms boldly showing off their bits.

She opened the door of her apartment and sighed with relief, the mind-bending stench of her musk trapped inside the small space welcomed her like an old friend, making her cock hard instantly as she sniffed and huffed, the heat her leftover cum let out sticking to her scales. The bra she'd bought with Veria earlier that day was tossed on the ground, the jock suffering the same slick, messy fate, both items of clothing having lived their extremely short lives since Quil's tits had grown yet again, the orca's skilful hands made them swell while he'd milked her, adding a couple bust sizes to the already immense mounds of soft, scaled flesh. Her balls might still fit inside the jock, maybe even her cock, but she was inside her home and that made any clothing within useless and forbidden for her. And even if she wanted to wear the cumstained jock, her hips had grown as well, meaning she'd hardly fit in that tiny thing.

"MMmhh..." Quil huffed, hornier than usual despite having flooded a road and spilled over a hundred gallons of milk onto her landlord's property less than two minutes before. Already her nuts were groaning, but her pussy and her womb were far louder this time, forgotten during that milking session in favour of their owner's far messier shaft and tits. "Fuck I'm horny as hell today." She patted her belly where Veria's cum still sloshed, trapped within her womb. Her mind immediately went to the immensely pregnant orca and the horde of kids now playing in the parking lot since their parents were busy fucking so hard the building was shaking. "So messy..." She slid a hand over her scales and collected way more cum than she normally had on her, licking her fingers as the gooey stuff fell down onto her massive, near beachball-sized tits and onto her leaking nipples because while her girls might have gotten lighter, they didn't get any smaller, if anything, the lack of weight had made them grow even more. "Bath time."

Without the need to take off her clothes, Quil immediately went to the bath and turned on the water, letting the steam rise slowly in the bath compartment while she waited for it to reach the optimal temperature. As she did so, she took another look at herself in the mirror, proudly showing off her features without a hint of a blemish on her figure: from her muzzle to her neck to her massive tits capped with the most fuckable nipples to ever grace the face of the world to the perfect hips to the fattest cock in existence to the loudest pair of nuts to the wettest pussy and the stretchiest ass... Quil was as perfect as dragonesses could be, an idol for anyone who wanted to worship the pinnacle of sexuality and desire. Of course, things could always be better, true perfection wasn't real and even as she fingered her nipples and teased her pussy with her tail, the fluids oozing from that massive yet tight, soft and pliable pleasure cavern, Quil could imagine herself to be better than she was. The image of her landlady, the huge orca with that wonderfully swollen belly, the horde of orca pups that were sure to be born soon and add more chaos to the already chaotic neighbourhood, the sight of that breeder paunch... it was a wonderful idea...

The dragoness patted her own belly, full of her friend's thick, dense cum, but otherwise void of any eggs or future lives she might sire and her mind went to the orca and then to her boss, the matronly white bear that had made a point to tell Quil that she had the tits of a broodmother. She purred, pulling her fingers out of her nipples and let them hose the mirror in white creamy milk by the gallon, wrapping her lips around one fat teat as she shoved her tongue inside, swallowing big, messy mouthfuls of her own milk. As the heat in the bathroom grew, so did the heat within her womb, a demand, a prayer, a need to feel cum slosh inside it and seed it with life. She wasn't yet ready, the Typhlosion spooge swirling within the dragoness' egg chamber not yet taking root even as its owner was growing more and more and more aroused at the thought of a titanic pregnancy the kinds of which had never been seen in the entire world.

Too busy bobbing on her nipples and making out with them, tongue-fucking those two massive nubs, Quil failed to notice that her ass was growing, thickening, swelling. Before she had a wonderful rump, the squeezable, enviable kind, perched onto a pair of breedable hips that were already somewhat above average in width and attractiveness. As her ass started to grow, it went from a respectable rump to a burgeoning dumptruck: soft, fat, wider than its owner's torso and then some, jiggling as she shifted her stance whenever she grabbed another milky tit to suckle and stuff with her fingers. Before long, Quil's backside was wider than she was, almost twice as wide in fact, a crowning achievement that was beyond above average and nearing world-record for her size. If she'd had any clothes on, they'd have been torn to shreds, but since she'd been out of any clothing for a while, she lucked out on having to gather broken underwear. However, the growth had not been the same for her tail, momentarily forgotten by the powers that were making her grow such, but it was just that, a momentary lapse in attention.

As Quil slowly threw herself in a light, lewd self-titjob, thrusting in her very own cleavage with methodical thrusts, her backside kept on growing and getting bigger, only this time her tail was protagonist among the flurry of changes. The nicely thick appendage nestled just above her now price-worthy dumptruck ass, twitched, froze and then started to stretch, longer, longer and longer still. On average, a dragon's tail is supposed to be at most two thirds their height and even then it gets unwieldy and too heavy. However, what blossomed from this particular dragoness' rump was a little beyond that and it didn't seem to be interested in stopping with its growth anytime soon. Soon enough, Quil was gifted with the longest tail among dragonkind, a six and a half feet long, stunning piece of juicy meat, thick, heavy, still as nimble as before but so massive it filled the entire space behind her and pushed her against the sink as it twitched and moved on its own volition.

Eventually the dragoness was satisfied with her pre-bath meal and stopped thrusting her tits, pulling her massive slab of cockflesh out all covered in precum and milk and her saliva while her nipples gaped in lewd, oh so perverted ways, still leaking up a storm. She smiled and wiped the mirror from condensation and looked at herself, smiling in pride as she slapped her ass and watched it wobble for a couple seconds after, a solid yet jiggly proof of her rear's softness and juiciness. Quil squeezed it, her hands sinking inside it, her hands lost in a sea of pudgy flesh as her tail slammed into the wall and cracked a few tiles, showcasing its strength and power with extreme ease. She purred and moaned, ogling her own dumptruck with pride and lust.

"A dragoness with an ass so big each half looks like a waxing moon..." She purred softly, licking her lips as she slid a hand within her crack and teased her self-lubricating donut, huffing openly and loudly when her hand met the sensitive pucker nestled between her titanic half-moons. "Heh... moon..." Quil paused for a few seconds. "Should I be called Luna, if my ass is as big as a moon?" Her chuckles rang out in the steamy bathroom, her mind immediately moving away from the matter at hand as she licked her slick digits after sucking them out of her doorframe cracking rear.

However, the powers that be, the same powers that made her the sexbomb she was now, whatever their nature was, seemed to like her suggestion and her wish was granted before she even realized: compared to the rest of the changes, it was almost too easy to accomplish, merely a few lines of text on documents and leases and an overwhelming sense of self-confidence and happiness washed over the dragoness'... Luna's mind. She suddenly felt satisfied, happy, as if something clicked and finally made sense. Luna was a good name, a pretty name, her name and she'd flaunt it in the same ways she'd flaunt her eye-catching, mouth-watering figure.

The water inside the bath was displaced within half a second of her sliding in, a waterfall of steamy liquid rushing out of the tub till there was little left for her to bathe with. Fortunately, she didn't even notice because the pleasure of her ass squeezing on her pussy and donut, the warm water lapping at her muff and sack, the heat of the tub, all played a most wonderful hand in making her forget immediately about the lack of stuff to bathe with. Luna mewled softly, bringing a pair of hands to her tits once again, milking herself as her tail squirmed all around her, seven whole feet of unwieldy dragon appendage, her toes curling and flexing with every little moan she let out and every pump of her thick nipples and matching gush of milk. Barely a minute later, she was swimming in a tub half filled with her very own milk, pump after pump after pump, though the rest of the content she was cleaning her scales with were hardly water. Most of it was milk of course, but a little under half was composed of her cum as it bubbled from her cockhead, rising above her and splattering onto the walls, the ceiling, landing all over the bathroom floor and only a little inside the tub and still it made for a hefty share of the liquid Luna was surrounded by. A bit was made of a lewd, perverted mix of pussy juice and her copious anal lube, the two holes' unending leakage making them contribute just as much as the dragoness' massive cock, oozing, squirting, gushing freely as the stimulation from her ass grew and heightened her pleasure, those bubbly, toned, soft cheeks pressing everywhere around both muff and donut, an all-out ass-ault that made her squirm and rub her sensitive bits onto the ceramic of the bathtub.

Luna purred, moaned and groaned, her desire to get a bath and clean herself growing less and less important, pushed to the back of her head then completely thrown out the more the bathtub was filled with her fluids, the concoction of her lust made manifest adding to the potent musk around her. The air was thick with her stench, the scent of cock, balls and sweat towering above all, her feminine fragrance slowly picking up in strength the more she humped the tub and rubbed her gushing pussy on the hot surface. The more she sat there, moaning, licking her lips, stroking her cock with her tail as she fingered her nipples over and over and over again, Luna's feminine side started to take charge. The tantalizing reek of a female approaching her heat rose through the masculine smell of balls and sweaty cockflesh, teasing her nares, making her cock stiffer within the endless-coils of her tail, fat wads of cum spilling from the gaps between those very same coils and oozing down into the tub. Her belly ached, not in pain or sickness, but in emptiness since there was no cock to stuff it full of cum, no mass of eggs cluttering and making it grow bigger with each passing moment as her clutch multiplied endlessly and made her into a broodmother worthy of legend. Luna purred, imagining herself pregnant once more, her womb utterly crammed with life putting the towering orca's baby bump to shame and then some. Her hands stopped playing with her tits and reached below, beneath the swirling tide of mixed fluids she was soaking in. She found her pussy and touched it, her clit throbbing and stiffening between the soft, heated folds, her fingers feeling like silken sheets, bringing her to a twitching, erratic climax within the span of a few seconds.

She thrashed in the tub, squirming and twitching, displacing the contents and flooding the bathroom around her just as fast, the rest of the apartment's floor washed with all of her lust combined in one frothy, milky tide. Luna purred and stuffed a fist inside her cunt, flexing and spreading her hand over and over, hitting all the right spots as she arched her back with the help of her tail, the rest of her endless fifth limb still wrapped around her cock, keeping the titanic slab of flesh aimed at the walls and not her face. The dragoness fisted herself with need, feeling her pussy squeeze and clamp down around her arm all the way up to her elbow as she pumped it back and forth, almost hitting her cervix in her desire to feel something move within her slick, heated, needy cunt. Her orgasm were frequent, one following the other, basically back to back as she flicked her clit with her other hand, grabbed it and squeezed that stiff nub hidden within her puffy folds. Her juices overflowed, gushing by the gallon and then dozens of gallons every other second, a deluge of fluids from her muff and her gaping, even more desperately empty ass till she couldn't hold back anymore and pulled her entire arm out in one smooth motion and arched her back, her pussy aimed at the wall and came one last time. The juices splattered all over the wall, a massive, fragrant tide of arousal making an even more chaotic mess than before, absolute chaos breaking out when her cock let out its own cargo, a frothy tide of white spunk gushing and adding volume to the noise and the waterfall of fluids spilling from the bathtub into the rest of the apartment.

An hour after Quil entered the bathroom, Luna came out refreshed, happy, her hips jamming into the door and forcing her to break them as her hips cracked the frame, not one bit cleaner than before and ten times more soaked in fluids of all sorts than when she'd stepped inside the house. However, that hardly mattered: her exhaustion was gone, her tits were finally somewhat empty and definitely lighter than before, her balls were satisfied and her pussy was tingling in the most wonderful way. Dinner was of no concern, not after she'd gorged herself on several gallons of her own milk and cleaning the apartment was not even a thought in the dragoness' head, after all, this was how it should be. She was a sex goddess and she was going to enjoy being surrounded by the results of her pleasure. Luna smiled to herself, passing by the kitchen and living room, headed straight for bed and collapsed upon it, the support frame creaking and cracking, buckling under a good couple hundred pounds of dragoness located entirely in ass, tits, cock and balls crashing down with no regards for her own wellbeing. The bed held, somehow, and before long she was fast asleep, though the rest of her body was hardly done.

Even while she was softly snoring, her tits kept on leaking milk, filling back up and then overflowing with their creamy cargo barely two hours after their owner fell asleep, her nipples thickening and lengthening, looking ever closer to a pair of teats from a milk cow than a dragoness'. Her nuts churned and groaned, letting out their own cargo constantly, which, along with her pussy juice, soaked into the mattress so thoroughly that soon enough the entire thing was soaked and every movement forced gallons of mixed fluids gush forth here and there. Her belly started to swell too, bloating fatter and heavier as shapes appeared beneath her stretched scales, the cum paunch turning into something far better and far messier than just a belly full of Typhlosion and, after the messy bath, quite a bit of dragon spunk as well. Luna moaned, her thick thighs and thicker ass rubbing against sack and pussy at the same time, constantly providing her with stimulation, not a second spent without at least something teasing, rubbing, prodding or squeezing her nethers, an endless storm of pleasure that kept her cock hard and her muff leaking. The musk in the room thickened, flooding her lungs and bringing her dozens of wet dreams as she flooded the rest of her apartment with cum, her shaft gushing every few minutes with a fresh orgasm, her bedroom turning into an active cummy warzone, even messier and more soaked in spunk than ever before and the dragoness, the now bigger, sexier, far more pregnant dragoness wasn't even awake to see herself turn into what she wished to become before her head touched the pillow.

Hours slowly passed and with each hour, Luna's baby bump turned into a baby belly and then into a massive, seven months and a half with triplets swell with at least half a dozen visible eggs beneath the stretched out scales. Her pussy had been gushing all night long along with her cock and by the time she was waking up, the bed was beyond soaked, the walls had been repainted ten times over in the slickest of juices and most potent of loads as her nuts grew more potent through the night. Her musk was now something to behold, the kind that would have made a lesser mind buckle and cum their brains out on the spot so densely it was packed, but to the now extremely pregnant dragoness, it was a most pleasant wake-up call. Luna huffed and murred, smacking her lips as her cock throbbed and fired off a massive blast of precum, the shaft nestled in between her milky expanse.

"Mmmhhh..." The dragoness slowly opened her eyes and, beyond the massive, slick, throbbing, cum-covered spire standing inches from her eyes and nose, one that she immediately kissed and nuzzled, she saw her gut and all the shapes within. For a moment, she was unsure of what was going on, puzzled as to why she had a belly the size of a person stuck to her, but as she touched it and felt the eggs within, she huffed with pride and pleasure, the soft touch upon her pregnant bump making her cream herself with uncommon ease, her muff gushing and adding a couple gallons of fresh ejaculate to the pool around the bed. "Ahhh good morning guys..." Luna purred and caressed herself, counting each swell in her bump till she reached fifteen. "Momma is awake." The dragoness couldn't be any happier now, surrounded by her cum, musk and heavily laden with eggs. However, her precious first few moments with her clutch were interrupted as the need to get to the bathroom overwhelmed her, her bladder screaming for relief. "Ah damn, momma's got to go pee..." She groaned and rolled her eyes, attempting to roll herself on her back and off the bed but her arms refused to work and her position on the mattress was so criminally comfortable. Luna pondered the options she'd been given as she patted her belly, tapping her fingers over and over. "Well... lazy day it is."

Eventually she reached a decision, a most pleasant and a most lazy decision. Her toes curled and her tail twitched as she relaxed her muscles completely, eyes losing focus for a few seconds until her cock started to throb and shiver. Her nuts churned in protest, forgotten, as the dragoness simply let herself release the pressure in her bladder right there, on her bed, in her bedroom, uncaring about anything but the immediate need to piss and piss hard.

"Ahhh... that's the stuff..." Luna moaned and quietly, calmly kissed and licked the parts of cock she could reach while her immense breeding spire blasted the wall opposite her, the chair she'd put her fancy clothes, the wardrobe with everything she had to wear and pretty much the entire floor with her morning release. The jet of golden liquid added a tang, a spicy, potent tang to the reek of balls and cum in the air, one that made her shaft throb and twitch and thus arched the stream, washing down more of the walls in piss. "Ohhh yeah... mhhhh..." She flexed her cock on purpose, rubbing her snout on it as she purposefully pissed even harder, aroused by her own actions to a degree she was just a little embarrassed by but not enough to stop herself. The potent stream lasted for a long, long while, the dragoness' bladder immensely full after an entire day without any relief, a minute and then two passing with her still going just as strong, a firehose of golden waste rocketing out. "Ahhh fuck that's gonna be a mess to clean up..." Luna purred and continued making out with her cock, kissing it, sniffing it, rubbing the slick cockflesh upon her snout, wrapping her mouth around the widened cum pipe and drinking a bit from the torrent of golden, acrid, tangy and wonderfully perverse fluid gushing from there.

But relaxing so much had some setbacks, even if she didn't care much for the state her bedroom would end up after her morning leak was over or about the nearly fifty gallons of waste she'd already spilled all over the walls and the floor and her clothes. With her body fully relaxed and her mind focused on making out with her breeding slab, her belly decided it was time for her eggs to start descending. The spark of pleasure as her cervix was kissed from within her womb, slowly stretched out by the first egg of her clutch attempting to get out made Luna piss even harder, the jet growing in strength as she was washed in her own liquid splashing back from the wall. She licked her lips and swallowed, moaning and purring loudly as her pussy gushed and twitched, the first egg already breaching past her inner barrier and sliding into her canal.

"Mmmmh fuck momma's gonna lay!" Luna bit her lips and started pushing, aiding her egg to slide down her impossibly wet passage, each push of her muscles making her cock gush harder as the stream of piss died down bit by bit, slowly replaced by dense white jets of cum, a flurry of sensations assaulting her. "A bit... mmmhhh early in the day..." She moaned as loud as her lungs could afford as her cervix dilated enough to let the first egg slip past it, her orgasmic spasms propelling it out of her birth canal in a couple seconds, the huge ostrich-egg sized little thing rolling onto the cummy sheets and soaked mattress. "Ohhhh gods!" Luna couldn't believe she was laying her eggs, in her bed just after waking up as she was taking the biggest, nastiest piss of her adult life, her cock still hosing the bedroom as her first egg landed on her bed. "Naughty momma... mmmhhh, dirty dragoness..." She purred, hugging her own cock as she pushed again, her stream of waste dying down and replaced by a nearly solid pillar of cum as she orgasmed once more as her second egg slid out of her chamber and begged to join its brother or sister between their mother's legs.

The dragoness mewled and thrashed, humping in her own massive tits while cumming, moaning, huffing, grunting, making out with her cock over and over, her tail breaking down the furniture around her as she slowly got enough energy to crawl onto her knees. She lifted her ass high, her cock sandwiched between belly and mattress, her pussy aimed at the headrest while another egg joined the first two. Luna groped her tits, milking herself as her shaft was trapped beneath her, the twin mounds strapped to her chest slathered in precum, cum and sweat while she grabbed her massive nipples, now almost as thick as teats and just as long, gushed milk all over her shrinking baby bump. Luna came and came and came and came, each contraction, each push, each tug of her nipples, each inch her eggs made down her chamber, through her cervix and then out of her pussy, every single little thing was contributing to a titanic, endless flurry of orgasms the likes of which she'd never felt in her entire life. As her belly shrank slightly, as the egg pile under her pussy grew and reached a neat dozen and then a full twenty, Luna was in the highest of heavens, head swimming in a slurry of lust, musk, sweat, cum, milk and pussy juice. Only when the last egg, the twentieth, was pushed out and landed on the huge pile, covered in juices and steaming in the heated air of the bedroom, only then did her orgasms start to peter out and her body stopped spasming like a broken toy.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck me..." With one last moan, she got off the bed and sighed, leaning onto the still sizeable belly full of cum she had to kiss each of her eggs. "Hello my pretties." She cooed, slowly coaxed by the taste of her pussy juice and the heat wafting off their pastel blue shells into licking each one clean. She moaned, holding an egg in her hands, licking it to pristine spotlessness and then placed it back on the bed, moving onto the next one. Before long, the twenty eggs had been cleaned of her juices and then immediately dirtied by her cummy mattress, but at that point, the dragoness had no more time to spend with her clutch. "Mommy's late for work, so she has to go." She gave one a kiss and then parted ways. "She'll be back this afternoon..." Luna purred and got up, eyeing the soaked clothes on the chair and in the wardrobe. "Guess I'm going to work with what I have in the hamper." She chuckled and licked her lips, her legs taking her to the laundry room.

Her apartment had changed while she had slept, now bigger than before, just barely enough to allow her massive tail and huge breedable hips to fit through the doors, though there were many indentations on the walls as her clumsy self crashed into stuff and broke bits of the apartment. The floor was completely covered in cum, her living room was full of toys and a few dozen filled condoms, the kitchen had been outfitted with a massive milker that was capable of helping her get through the first milking of the day before work, not that she had the time to use it today. The laundry room had turned from a normal room to just a small closet she barely used, mostly because after reaching motherhood she'd given up on most clothes. The hamper still had a few dirty jocks but none that fit her. Thankfully, she remembered about the jock that she'd gotten with Veria the day before and rushed to the entrance to get it, finding it covered in yesterday's cooled cum but otherwise still usable. Much to her pleasure, it fit decently, having gotten a slight upgrade during the night, enough for her immense sack and cock to be able to be contained within for the time being. She grabbed the bra that it came with and put it on, her sensitive tits squirting milk through the fabric and soaking it, her areolae perfectly visible so big they had grown recently. In the meantime, too busy trying to find something to wear, the dragoness didn't notice that her belly had swollen bigger, encumbering her greatly as eggs showed themselves beneath the stretched scales, heavy, clearly bigger and heftier than the sizeable clutch she'd laid on her bed.

Not noticing any of that, Luna made her way to the garage, her huge baby bump hindering her movement somewhat as her ass widened and got stuck in the front door, her tail preventing her from closing it till she had gotten it completely out and only then was she free to get to the elevator reserved for breeders and broodmothers recently installed after the landlady had gotten so big she couldn't fit in the staircase or the regular elevator anymore. Even so, Luna had some trouble fitting every last bit of her body inside, a little hint of pride for her as her jock strained and her cock gushed through it, making a mess of her inner thighs with a single wad of precum while her pussy caused a puddle around her feet to form in the short fifty seconds she was in the elevator.

Within a minute, she was at the ground floor, another minute of waddling and huffing as her belly swelled some more and she was at her car, got in, closed the door and her self-driving vehicle headed for the office. The ride was a most wonderful thing that allowed her to milk herself properly, her creamy cargo filling the inside of her ride as her nuts rested comfortably on the floor, rumbling along with the powerful engine. Half an hour later she arrived at the office and opened the door, letting out a deluge of fluids as her cock, cunt and tits gushed and mixed their outputs together like the most lewd of cocktails, a couple hundred gallons at the very least splashing onto the parking lot and carried away by the drains.

"Morning Luna, how are we doing today?" Banner arrived a few seconds later and got out of his car, the bull's horns scraping against its roof and gouging it with surprising ease, the suspensions screaming as he freed it from his weight, hooves impacting loudly on the concrete flooring. His clothes had shrunk even further compared to the day before: now he had little more than a tank top, a tie that hung limp on his barrel-like chest and an even tighter, less effective jock. Luna purred as she ogled his junk and the thick, juicy, dripping slab of cockflesh tucked away in that soaked piece of fabric, his balls so big that he'd just gave up on hiding them and let them dangle freely between his legs. "Hope you've gotten yourself milked this morning."

"Yeah... no." She chuckled and started milking herself in front of him, milk spilling from her nipples onto the floor. "Turns out a few of the eggs decided it was time to get out so I spent an hour laying in bed." Luna purred, her cock throbbing at the memory, her pussy squirting openly and without shame, painting the car behind her in its juices. Banner groaned, his own shaft twitching and firing a few shots of dense precum through the ineffective jock onto his own balls, his nose flaring as he sniffed the sheer strength of the pheromones the dragoness was putting out. "So here I am, way more backed up than yesterday." She let her tits go as she rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, let's get to work, shall we? It is still a workday and yesterday I got way too pent up an hour before leaving so I got a little carried away."

"Ah, so that was you who flooded the floor! I was asking myself who had turned the office in a cummy sauna. I thought it was Dahlia though, she does tend to milk the interns dry on top of milking herself hehe." Banner chuckled and gave his jock a playful squeeze, hooves splashing in the mixed puddle as the two made their way to the office.

Before long the two were at their respective stations, computers on and keyboards clacking as words flowed like molasses on the screen. In other words, a regular workday... had it not been a few days since anything anyone would have considered normal before had happened in the entire building, or rather, in the entire world. Dahlia, the boss, was in her office with her tits out, the massive, juicy pair of milkers gushing freely all over the place as a pair of studly interns milked her by hand, their strong digits tugging at the bear's thick nipples, their cocks attempting to burst free from their tight, tight pants with desperation all the while she kept on working without much of a care for the mess before her, her pussy licked by a third intern stuck between her soft, motherly thighs. Half the staff that sported tits had no bra, the other not even a shirt to cover mounds ranging from your perky A-cup to beyond basketball-sized mounds of toned titflesh. The male staff was sporting jocks or shorts bloated with sizes well above the previous average for famous porn stars, massive balls swaying back and forth in loose clothing, a few tight ones showcasing sheaths and throbbing cocks, though a rare few people were bold and opted for nothing below the waist and generally no clothes more restricting than a shirt and a simple tie. Everywhere there were trails of cum dripping from juicy cocks, lines of pre spilled left and right without a care over people, office furniture, the walls and the floor alike, puddles of fluids dripping from tits and pussies all over the place, marking where the girls and the herms in the office chatted and stopped to exchange orders of business. The bathroom were a chaotic mess of spilled cum as horny males jerked off alone or with friends, relieving their massive nuts wherever their cocks were aimed at.

The busiest of employees had no time to get up and ooze all over the place, opting instead to stay where they were, letting their junk swing free in the relative peace of their cubicles or offices as fluids leaked beneath their feet. Cocks stood stiff between thighs as pussies rubbed on chairs, fingers typing away as the needs of many were ignored for the good of the company. Luna was, sadly, among those who had no time to finish everything the day before and now were stuck in their seats, hurriedly getting through everything before the next deadline or trying to finish the most recent pile of documents they'd been delivered. The dragoness sighed as she groaned and pinched the bridge of her snout between cummy fingers, her jock laying on the floor after she'd undressed herself to avoid accidentally breaking her last item of clothing that actually fit comfortably, her bra had already sadly given up on holding back the avalanche of titflesh she hadn't managed to milk before getting to work that morning and now was in the trash along with a massive condom she'd filled in less than five minutes after sitting down.

Too busy to bother getting another one on, Luna simply opted to let herself leak buckets of precum onto her paws and on the floor, gallons and gallons and gallons of thick, syrupy pre spilled every other second with casual ease as she absentmindedly rubbed her balls with her feet, kneading, teasing, squeezing, her shaft slamming into the underside of the desk and leaving huge, wet, musky cockprints all over all the while she continued with her endless gushing spurts of precum. Her tits and arms rested half on the desk, half on her own massive egg-stuffed belly, her ass was hardly contained within the chair, her weight making it creak as her nipples squirted just as much as her cock. Luna sighed and held back, focusing on the work at hand, doing her best to ignore her needs, typing away while her pussy added a fair few dozen gallons of juices to the mix spreading around the entire office.

The dragoness soon descended into an almost zen-like trance, focused to the utmost on her task so much so that she forgot about herself for a while, a long, long, messy while. But her body hadn't forgotten about her needs nor did it seem to want to let her have a moment of rest and so she started growing again and again... in her absentminded grinding of her pussy over the chair now on its way to become a piece of scrap metal by the end of the workday, she stimulated herself in ways her body craved, her pussy lips swelling and growing more sensitive. Puffy, slick, even wetter than before as each gush from that almost gaping chasm nestled between her massive labia splattered so lewdly and loudly it made every male's cock jump and squirt in their jocks or shorts. Her clit made itself known after a while of rubbing like so, thickening and lengthening as if the more she humped the chair's texture the more it grew. Grinding and grinding she did, her little nub nestled between her lips fattening till it was more like a second cock, bigger than the average shaft from several days before. Accidentally, Luna squeezed her thighs in her work trance and sent herself to a sudden, messy, flood-like orgasm: her pussy quivered as it gushed like a broken firehose, juices oozing from her muff in a monsoon of liquid arousal, her cock bloating and spilling cum by the dozens and dozens of gallons a second.

But she hardly noticed that, too focused to care though she realized that she'd need to unload her balls later. In a fit of rage, her own body betrayed her, her muff twitching before relaxing. The momentary relief was accompanied by a loud splash as the working dragoness wet herself on the job, the pleasure from further emptying her bladded causing a perverse, most lewd replay of the events of that morning as eggs started to drop into her birth canal and travelled down. Luna mewled and gripped the desk, cracking the faux-wood with shocking ease as she gave birth to egg after egg after massive egg, each almost twice the size of the ostrich-sized clutch from before. Her pussy yawned around each and then closed, only to yawn and squirt again as the next dropped onto the floor.

"Quil, you don't have to work so hard!" Dahlia gasped when she walked next to the dragoness' cubicle, watching as the herm dropped eggs without even noticing that she'd been doing so. Shocked by the voice of her boss, Luna looked behind herself and saw the last egg slide out of her pussy and then onto the ground, added to the fifteen other resting upon the utterly soaked floor tiles. With a blush, she came a little, her cock twitching as she repainted half her cubicle in a split second along with the corridor outside, the walls and her entire lower half. "Gods above, you are one hardworking gal but take a break. A broodmother should not be this loaded with work!" The white bear frowned deeply and rushed in her employee's workspace, grabbing whatever was left of the stuff on her desk, gave it to one of the interns whose mouth was wrapped around her nipples and then grabbed the dragoness, dragging her away.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't overwork myself..." Luna blushed, knowing full well that a broodmother like her wasn't supposed to even come to work unless she was given the all-clear from her boss. Her womb gurgled as more eggs formed within, even bigger than the ones she just laid, that little but not-so-little growth passing unnoticed as the big bear scolded her employee for not allowing herself some much needed rest.

"Look at yourself, honey, you're so big, no wonder you dropped almost twenty eggs in your cubicle!" Dahlia knelt and gave that massive baby belly a kiss, making Luna blush even more. She felt the eggs under that stretched hide, their size, their number far above what any regular mother should have been able to get. The kiss made Luna squirm and in turn that made her womb bloat, belching out more eggs for the bear to enjoy as she rubbed her muzzle on it. By the time Dahlia pulled back, Luna's egg chamber had a good dozen more than before she'd knelt before the dragoness. "And you're still so heavy and full! Gods, there must be at least another thirty inside..." As the two looked each other in the eyes, Luna's womb bloated and grew bigger with a grand total of exactly thirty basketball-sized eggs.

"Yeah, doctors said that I'm a little above average." Luna puffed her chest in pride.

"Then no more work for you for now. Get your ass to the break room, grab some of the new Broodmother Brew I got from a friend." Dahlia held up a finger as Luna tried to protest. "No questions, just go, sleep, I'll have Don and Dan here milk you." The two interns to each side of the bear's tits smiled and eyed the dragoness' fat tits with hunger. "Go, no way you're working today, not if you are at risk of dropping more eggs in the office."

Luna blushed and nodded, helped to arrive at the break room by the two studs as a cleaning crew got to her cubicle to clean up and deliver her eggs back to her apartment. However, the second they stepped in, they moaned, grunted and fell to their knees, cumming with but a single breath of the herm's immensely potent musk: the few hours she'd spent working so intensely had cause her body not just to grow or lay eggs in protest, but also made her musk ten times as strong in a vain attempt to catch her attention. The smell in that small space was mind-breaking, a literal fog of ball funk, female pheromones and the heavy, lung-clogging stench of cock and balls to high heaven. Cum and juices gushed from the crotches of every janitor with but a single breath, every other breath they made after that only making them cum harder and with more intensity, the sheer strength of her musk also causing their junk to grow, shredding pants and underwear, making their tits slosh with milk or even grow tits out of nowhere so strong the hormonal rage was. The couple females that fell in the pool of juices felt their pussies tingle and their heat get quenched and stoked at the same time, the dragoness' immensely eager swimmers assaulting their ovaries like a desperately hungry army hellbent on causing wombs to swell.

Adding to the wonderful mix of perversion, the cleaning crew began to grow as well, tits fattening and bloating bigger, milk oozing from thicker and puffier nipples as their heats were put out and wombs fattened with a hefty clutch for each. The males grunted, their clothes discarded and used to clean up the impossibly thick and dense puddle of dragon fluids while their own shafts and balls bloated bigger from the sheer strength of Luna's musk and virility. It was as if a bomb had been detonated in the office, its influence spreading like wildfire: the few clothes that were left were torn, shredded or tossed in the trash as cocks, balls, tits, asses and pussies grew beyond the scopes of what they could contain, a few ties and a couple shirts remained on a few of the smaller employees but by the time Luna's cubicle had been cleaned, the entire office reeked of her, from the walls, to the ceiling, to the floor to every other little thing and person, her musk and only hers were above the rest so dense and potent they were.

In the meantime, the motherly dragoness had been taken to the break room and made to sit onto the couch. Immediately, Luna mewled and bit her lips, squirting hard as her massive clit rubbed on the slightly cumstained couch, her lips squished between her massive thighs, her belly, her ass and the cushion beneath. She purred and crossed her eyes and fingers, her toes twitching, tail slamming all over the place and breaking a few things as her cock fired a sizeable shot of cum onto the snack vending machine. In the brief few seconds in which this happened, people noticed her taking a break and rushed to congratulate her on her motherhood, drawn by her glowing figure and the absolutely immense gut and the mind-warping smell of cum, heat, cock and balls. Not one employee that entered the break room wasn't hard, a horde of cocks paraded for Luna and Luna alone, followed by a steady stream of precum and quite a few equally aroused females. They crowded around her, pressing their hands on the gut to feel the eggs, but her musk and the sheer strength of her scent pushed them over the edge.

Cocks were pressed against her belly, males and herms alike grinding their stiff shafts upon her pregnant paunch, hips twitching as they sniffed and huffed, a couple lucky ones able to grind and also enjoy the wonderful taste of the dragoness' milk, swallowing mouthfuls of creamy white. Ropes of cum and pre painted her pretty scales, running along the grooves made by her huge eggs wherever there was no huge throbbing cock to rub it all over her belly. Before Luna was a forest of shafts that were grinding along her eggs, the raptured expression of her co-workers as they were hypnotized by her musk and made to worship her pregnant self, showing their appreciation with fat ribbons of liquid musk one after the other. Knotted cocks, horsecocks, spiny or ridged, tapering or cylindrical, huge or just plain massive, every single shaft before her was showing her how wonderful her body had become now that she was impossibly pregnant. She came at the sight of her office worshipping her, her own cock bloating and firing the fattest load of the day yet, a torrent of white spunk that washed over the vending machine, breaking it as the absurdly abundant flow splattered all over the place, on everything and everyone everywhere in an instant. Not one stopped humping, not till they had blown their load as well and then collapsed, her musk having become so potent none could tolerate one more breath and also remain conscious a few accidental pregnancies definitely already underway as Luna's titanic output made its way inside wet pussies and heated wombs.

Before she knew it, the workday was over and the motherly dragoness was out of the office and back into her apartment, where the room where she'd had her washing machine and dryer had been converted into a massive nursery, heated, covered in soft carpets and equipped to deal with the huge amount of eggs she'd laid that day alone. Each sat on a pillow under a warm lamp, with a young lizard taking care of the entire room, a lizard that wore nothing but tape on her nipples to cover the massive nubs with not even a shred of success. Neither cared and while Luna got dressed, the lizard nurse returned to clean the eggs and make sure each was well cared for.

Just as quickly as she had returned home, she found herself at the same bar from the other day, wearing an far, far bigger version of the same dress, the pastel colours perfectly suited for her frame and contours but even lewder than before. Her tits were barely contained even by the triple reinforced cleavage fabric, her areolae so massive they were visible no matter the angle or lighting, her nipples big enough to be unable to be hidden in the least, those thick nubs pushing the cloth even further. Her pregnant belly was crowned by a wonderfully crafted, embroidered silken strap keeping it still as best as anything could contain such a wondrous amount of motherly attributes, her hips threatening to tear the lower half of the dress, her tail a tripping hazard for anyone behind her and even a few people in front.

She sat in a relatively high chair, her legs comfortably resting on the floor but with enough space for her junk to rest in between and little more. As she waited, as her musk spread in the bar, as she quietly ate her dinner and swallowed each bite, relaxing in a very pleasant environment, even more changes happened to her. Same as the other day, the more she swallowed, the more her throat grew sensitive, the more pleasure merely eating brought her: one juicy bite of steak and her cock was throbbing between her legs, one sip of chilled champagne and her pussy was leaking twice as much as before, one more bite of steak and her nuts gurgled, fattened, swelled and thwomped on the ground, almost three times bigger than when she'd entered and definitely more than three times as heavy. Her shaft followed suit, fifty inches thickening and groaning, adding another ten inches as the cockhead became another tripping hazard for its length other than because of the endless leakage it provided.

"Hey, Quil... right?" A voice came from the side and her eyes met with a very cute, very much ninety percent naked lizard she was sure she'd seen before. "From the other day? We met at that side of the bar..." He blushed as his cock throbbed and stood proud, now three feet long and with much more marked ridges, his nuts not just bigger but doubled in both size and number. "You left me in a closet after I nutted inside you?"

"Ah, yes! Kevin, sorry I bailed back then." She blushed and motioned for him to sit down, moving her cock out of the way so he could grab a chair. "And it's Luna, not Quil, but I won't hold it against you."

"Sorry sorry, I'm bad with names." He scratched his neck as his feet accidentally touched her balls and resulted in a titanic wad of cum being fired from that mammoth shaft onto a waitress on the other side of the room. "Listen, uhm, I'm sure you're a busy dragoness but... I really, really enjoyed out time together and I wanted to ask you if we could, you know, give it another shot today."

"Oh, my..." Luna purred, her nipples stiffening as she accidentally stole a look of her previous lover's junk, the fat nubs quietly growing even more, the hole she'd used to finger them widened and grew more sensitive. She no longer had a pair of nipples, she had two teats that were as sensitive as an additional two pussies, leaking a mix of pussy juice, lube and milk, so sweet it smelled better than honey. "Would this be a date or a... more casual, passionate thing?" She purred even harder as her tail crashed through a pair of chairs and wrapped around his cock, squeezing it, effectively giving him a tailjob right there in the bar, in front of dozens of people who had their eyes set on the motherly dragoness, each either intent on adding a few inches to her belly or stuffing their faces in one of the many honeypots she had.

"B-both?" Kevin blushed as his quad nuts bloated and fired precum by the bucket right then and there, in the grasp of her tail. She licked her lips as her own nuts thrummed and her tits swelled another cup, tearing the cloth binding them, her nipples free at last, jutting forth like milk-gushing spears of tantalizing, stuffable flesh.

"Both it is." She snapped her fingers and ordered another drink for herself and one for her now date partner. Kevin gulped and accepted the offer, sitting more comfortably under the envious gazes of many, many other customers.

Nervous as he might have been, the date started awfully well and only got better: Luna was very nice, laughed in such a cute way, when a little embarrassed she fingered her nipples, when pressed to answer she blushed and murred. Their cock met under the table, rubbing, frotting against each other, flesh on flesh, sharing heat, fluids and the constant throbbing and shivering running from one to the other reptile as they looked into each other's eyes. It took barely an hour for the both of them to lose an sort of restraint in ways that would have been very much forbidden in public or even anywhere but a set for shooting porn movies but that now just about earned them a whistle and a nod of encouragement. Kevin was buried in a mountain of titflesh, his upper body completely submerged within,his legs riding Luna's cock, his balls massaging it as they hummed and sloshed, her warmth seeping into him as they kissed and tore apart what little clothing was left to tear. The smell grew stronger, impossibly so: Luna's musk had thickened even more, a literal fog spreading from her beachball-sized nuts, her pussy gushing and spreading pheromones almost as strong, her cock slick with sweat and fluids and stinking up the place so much no one wasn't hard or quietly trying to jerk off or hump and grind against someone else.

With a grunt, Luna stood up and marched through the bar, her feet splashing into the puddle of mixed fluids spread by the arousal of the entire clientele, though well over half of the two thousand-gallon's worth of gooey fluids was her fault. She huffed and kept on kissing her date partner, her tongue sliding all over his though he had the upper hand as her throat-pussy made her weak and pliable, almost far too much, every time his tongue made its way into her maw meant a fat gush from her cock and a flood, a tsunami of pussy juice from behind as she came with nothing but messy kisses. Somehow, maybe by chance, maybe thanks to the interaction of the same powers that had made Luna was she was now, the two found themselves inside the same, dinky, cramped closet as their last meeting. And in the same fashion, Luna was far bigger, hornier, messier and needy than Kevin and Kevin couldn't wait to shove his cock inside her gushing honeypot.

The two barely waited, not a word said, not a single moment to be wasted on anything but panting, moaning, grunting and wordlessly begging for hot, raunchy sex. Kevin waited no time to get his cock into her pussy, cumming almost instantly as he felt a billion hands caress his shaft, her folds so mind-breaking silky smooth, wet, tight yet incredibly stretchy, warm to an almost painfully pleasant degree as her juices flooded around his shaft. His quad nuts groaned, churned, vibrating so hard they made the door shake and wobble and then he came. Luna came with him, her belly bloating even bigger than before as hundreds of gallons blasted her clutch, flooding her womb, assaulting her egg-makers by the billions as his load grew thicker, more potent and far more dense than normal even by the new standards she was setting. Before long the closet had no space left for him, her body taking up every last inch as her ass widened even more, from one end of the cramped room to the other, swallowing her partner in a mountain of soft, squishy, sweaty pudge, her hips half again as wide as before, her tits so big she could barely see beyond them, nipples thick and long enough to jerk off as if they were cocks stuck to the beachballs strapped to her chest. Her cock and balls groaned and purred as if alive, her shaft so hard it broke the wall and provided some respite to the tightness she was feeling, although now she was flooding the kitchen of the bar, her cum spilling inside pots of food, mixing with drinks, washing the ground in white as the smell of her arousal stained every single thing, item and person within.

The food that came out tasted like her, smelled like her, the customers cumming hands-free just by taking a bite of their orders or a sip of their drinks, the flavour of the dragoness, be it her pussy juice, the sweat pooling within her cleavage and bubble butt, the musk rolling off her balls in fat beads, the cum, the lube gushing from her ass, her milk... everything had her taste seared upon it and her musk spread so fast and so much that people began to change from the sheer potency of her arousal as her womb was utterly packed with cum and eggs. Luna came and came and came, every shot from her lover's quad nuts matched and surpassed, every moan echoed twice as loudly, every droplet spilled within an egg-chamber far too cramped matched five times over and spilled all over the bar. It was chaos of the most wonderful sort, thousands of gallons of cum wasted upon the ground, dozens, hundreds of people affected by her stench and her fluids all because a little, impossibly hung and horny lizard was making out with her donut while brutally flooding her womb with his egg-seekers.

Luna woke up the day after in her bed, a little hungover and very, very confused as to what had exactly happened during the night. Her head spun with memories, scents, odd flashes of light and heat as she slowly but surely started to get her mind back to working order. As she waited for her thoughts to reorganize themselves in some sort of functional way, the incredibly pregnant dragoness laid on her bed, her belly sloshing and groaning as her stretched scales shone with yesterday's sweat and cooling cum reflecting the sunlight. She was in the most wonderful post-rut bliss that she could remember for the past couple years and that was saying something: as a broodmother of high class like herself, not just anyone could make her mind go blank like that.

"I'll have to call that little guy for another date soon..." Luna purred and idly stroked her tits, her nipples yawning as they squirted a few dozen gallons all over her belly with shocking casualness, the two teats jutting from her breasts stiff and hard as she stroked them like cocks, bringing herself to a quiet, brief but messy first orgasm of the morning. Her cock hugged the underside of her baby bump, which had now grown to be closer to a baby mountain, the eggs that were fully visible under her scales easily over a few dozen, each as big as a basketball. "He was... mmhh that was a nice cock and... mmhhhh a fat couple sets of nuts..." She murred, licking her lips as she pawed at her massive sack, her pussy yawning wide as the rubbing, moaning, gushing and purring made her start to lay on the bed.

A broodmother like her had no problems laying anywhere, anytime regardless of what was around her, her eggs were sturdy and huge and as a busy dragoness, setting aside hours and hours of her day just to lay the hordes in her belly was not possible. Luna huffed, taking one of her six inch long nipples in her maw and started deepthroating it. Her sensitive throat added to the pleasure she was feeling and made her cum a little harder, her cock firing shots of cum so thick, dense and strong they punched holes in the wall rather than just splattering all over it, the first few so incredibly potent they carried hundreds of gallons before petering down somewhat, her orgasm settling for a mere hundred gallon a second or so of breeding batter as her pussy gushed and spilled just as much with each egg that descended from her birth canal. Egg after egg after egg, Luna felt her belly shrink ever so slightly, a fraction of an inch ever dozen shapes that slipped out of her swollen, sensitive pussy lips, casually laying what normal mothers or even lesser broodmothers would consider entire clutches before she'd even left the comfort of her bed or considered doing so. She bobbed on her nipple, feeling it harden and thicken in her maw, the fat teat swelling and growing as she gagged around it and stroked the other, veins blossoming as the mix of milk and lube they spilled into her hungry gut was enriched by a third, far more lewd flavour.

As her teats changed into massive cocks nearly a foot long each, a second set of breasts blossomed underneath the first, capped with cock-nipples just as big and just as fat while the broodmother switched to the other shaft jutting from her upper rack. And still she kept on cumming, drinking her mixed milk, growing, laying and moaning, completely unable to even realize that her bed had a second person on it. Kevin woke up just in time to realize his lover had started the day without him, turning around to try and join in on the fun but failing as her ass engulfed him in so much softness and weight he was practically, literally pinned on the mattress as eggs piled around him by the dozen. He took a breath, the first since waking up right when Luna's gaping chasm of a donut kissed his snout, the smell, the musk, the mind-breaking flavour of her rump making him cum on the spot as he sniffed and huffed, forced to bear the brunt of her stench with nothing but his barely-awake brain after a night of senseless, almost violently lewd breeding.

Her donut kissed him, wrapping around his muzzle like a squishy cage, his nostrils assaulted by the thicker, far more potent scent of her ass stashed deep within as lube spilled all around him, the ripples in her passage almost as good as a pair of lips sucking on his entire face. As eggs piled around his crotch, his mind stopped working and his cock started doing all the thinking, her smell drawing him deeper within her chasm, the ripples, the smell, the taste of her ass so tantalizing and wonderfully perverse he had to have more and more and more. He began to lick, kiss and rub his snout against her walls, snorting hard and swallowing every droplet of lube oozing from deeper with the cave. He pushed and felt his head slide in with shocking ease, then his shoulders, then the rest of his body as he licked, kissed, smooched, rubbed and sniffed in near-desperation, drawn deep into her cave. The moment his cock rubbed against her prostate, Luna mewled and groaned, cumming from every single hole she had, her cock-nipples, her pussy, her cock, every single one letting out so much so fast that the room flooded and the door was shattered under the force of her orgasm.

Minutes passed as she mindlessly stroked everything that could be stroked, humped the space between belly and mattress, kissed her fat cock-nipples and rubbed her hands all over her double rack and swollen belly. Her entire apartment was left in such a chaotic state by the time she was done that nothing but a miracle could be done to even come close to repairing the structural damage to every last inch of the place. Thankfully, miracles were just about a daily occurrence lately and as she got up, with Kevin's legs still sticking out of her ass, slowly drawn in, Luna's place returned to a slightly more intact state.

"Mmmh that's a good way to start the day." Luna purred and sighed, waddling to the kitchen, her hips shattering the doorframe of her bedroom, her cock still gushing a few tens or dozens of gallons of cum a second. "Now for some breakfast and then off to work." She quietly marched towards the kitchen, her tail leaving holes in the walls here and there so big and unwieldy it had grown to be, her balls dragged on the floor by her thick, juicy thighs and juicier hips as her night-time lover was fully drawn into her ass and trapped within. "Sadly that cute guy didn't stick around." She sighed, a bit annoyed, but sure he'd come back, feeling his clutch shift around her womb along with what she guessed were the loads of a few other dozen people. "I could've used a morning creampie... oh well, another time..." Luna shrugged as she poured herself some coffee in a huge 'my mug size is the alphabet' mug she got from her boss, stroking her footlong nipples into the warm liquid to add some of her special cream. She let out a soft murr of pleasure as she tasted her own lewd mix of cum, milk, lube and brand coffee, her tail hiking up as she sat down on a big chair, her pussy nestled in the hole in the middle, relaxed and then started laying while sipping on her coffee.

Egg after egg rolled out of her pussy lips, casually adding more and more to her clutch in the nursery as the professional team of caretakers and wet nurses given to her by the company moved the huge eggs to their incubators, cleaning them up with their tongues one by one while the broodmother popped more and more and more and more. Luna sighed in relief, her womb a little less crowded, though not noticeably less big or even less heavy despite the thirty odd eggs added to the clutch by the time she'd finished her coffee. As she got a refill, her phone rang.

"Ah, Veria, good morning!" She smiled when she heard the Typhlosion girl's chipper voice. "How are you doing?"

"Eh, can't complain, feeling a tad pent up this morning." The phone let out a gurgling sound, a loud, lewd one. "Hear them?" Luna purred as Veria held her phone closer to her nuts and let the dragoness listen to the cacophony of sloshing and churning happening within. Her own sack bubbled and swelled, enticed by the sounds of another herm in need, fattening and growing heavier by the second. "Thought you'd be down for some fun."

"Sure... mmhhhh..." Luna huffed as she felt a particularly huge egg slide past her overworked cervix, making her cum on the spot as a flood of spunk washed the kitchen cleanly white, sending the nurses off their feet as the sheer virility of her loads immediately started to make their own wombs swell with her clutch. The lizards moaned and mewled, tits sloshing and growing bigger as milk spilled forth in buckets. Still, they kept on working, carrying away egg after egg while their own made their bellies bloat, pussies squirting all over the place and making an even bigger mess. "I'm... ohhhh... gods that's a big one... I'm laying a few eggs right now so I could make some space for you if you wanted..." Another huge egg dropped into her canal and made her moan, the dragoness biting her lip as she wetted herself ever so slightly now that her prostate was being mashed by the lizard in her ass and her bladder was stuck between egg and a squirming occupant right above.

"I'm good, though I'd love to claim a few hehe..." Veria was clearly pawing off on the other end of the call judging by the wet, loud, lewd thumps of cum impacting on walls and on the floor. "I just wanted a friend to fill a few dozen condoms with while we chat."

"Oh that's so wonderful, it has been a good couple days since we've done that." Luna purred with joy as she stopped laying. "Meet me at the office? My boss said it's ok to bring friends, apparently she's done some studies and found out partners and lovers working in the same space makes for higher productivity." She grunted as her belly wobbled once she was back on her feet. "I bet she just wanted to keep her harem at the ready whenever she wanted to get her pussy pounded so she had to allow us to bring our own partners."

"Lovely! I'll be there as soon as I can." The Typhlosion herm dropped the call and left Luna alone for the moment, the dragoness shoving her phone in between her two racks of tits as her paws splashed in the cummy apartment, waving goodbye to the now extremely pregnant staff who was done with her clutch and now busy laying their own.

Her car brought her to her office without too many problems and just a few stop to dump the idle leak of fluids on the road here and there to avoid any breakdowns. As soon as she stepped out, a horde of naked bodies welcomed her: some were just naked and heading for the office as well, some were off to the side, too busy letting out their loads all over someone's car to care about arriving on time, some even more raptured by pleasure to even realize they had work waiting for them as cocks pistoned in and out of slick, stretchy holes, rivers of fluids gushing and mixing with the rest of the mess caused by the workers heading upstairs. Luna joined the crowd heading upstairs, though as a broodmother she enjoyed a ride all by herself on the elevator. The ride, though short, felt very long, the dragoness trapped in a small, enclosed space with nothing but her stink and herself for company, her hands going instinctively to her cock-nipples, stroking them as fat wads of mixed fluids splattered on the walls of the elevator.

The moment the doors opened, a flood of fluids washed over the floor of the office, welcoming her arrival on the floor. She took a deep breath and murred, the stench of cocks, cum, tits, sweat pooling in musky crevices, of sex and breeding and heat and rut, of ripe wombs and balls packed to the brim with potent seed. No cock was smaller than three feet, no breast below the equivalent of a watermelon, no sack stuffed with anything lighter than medicine balls, no load lesser than a few dozen gallons of thick breeding batter. And even with all this, with all those massive cocks, all that wonderfully perverse smells and actions, even as people fucked in the open, bred each other to near-immobility, even as their own boss was busy getting railed by half a dozen lambs and stuffed full of cum, even with all of this, Luna was still at the top of the pyramid. Her cock was now seventy inches long, jutting fort like the breeding spire it was, her stray shots of cum sticking to everything and making wombs swell with but a mere few seconds of contact, even males were not safe from her influence, bellies growing fatter as eggs blossomed where none should have ever been able to even be seeded. Her tits were massive and sloshing with milk, her cock-nipples throbbing constantly, her ass wider and fatter, her pussy messier. Every now and then the feet of the lizard she'd accidentally stuffed inside peeked from the oozing chasm before being drawn back in again.

"Hey honey!" A familiar voice came from behind her, then a familiar pair of hands squishing her bubbly ass, then a familiar cock pressed between her legs, bumping against her backsack and slathering it in hot, slimy, Typhlosion cum.

"Hey Veria, you were faster than expected." Luna turned around and saw the herm and the state she was in: the sheer strength smell wafting from her nuts was mind-boggling, a funk so thick it was visible even in the office already saturated air. "With those puppies you're dragging around I'd have expected you to arrive in an hour. I haven't even started work or put on a condom."

"Yeah it turns out I can move fast when I am about to spend a day cumming buckets with my friend, hehe..." Veria purred and stroked her cock, the forty nine inch beast throbbing, the foreskin peeling back and letting out a cloud of pheromones so strong a few people came from that brief whiff alone. "And speaking of friends, who's the cutie you sat on?"

"Who?" Luna turned around and saw nothing over the swell of her ass, confused by her friend's comment. Veria blinked and murred, shocked that the dragoness' ass and donut had become so immensely fat and vast that she'd not even noticed an entire person stuffed inside.

"Sorry, I swore I saw someone glued to your ass." She purred and chuckled. "Shall we?" The two moved towards the dragoness' cubicle which had long since stopped being anything even close to a cubicle: it was more an entire office onto itself, with a big desk made specifically for hyper-broodmothers, a team of nurses here to tend to her around the clock, buckets full of yesterday's cum stacked in a corner as pregnant male nurses rushed to welcome their patient. One of them made sure to get her a chair made for birthing, one identical but more comfortable than the one that she had at home. Unfortunately, the potent stench wafting from the two herms was so strong he was a moment too late and Luna simply sat on him, her pussy lips, so impossibly wet, stretchy and lubed, welcomed his entire upper body with a lewd, loud, inexorable slurp.

"Silly, I swear I'd feel if I sat on someone." Luna chuckled as her womb swelled with the body of the nurse, his tail and legs poking out as he was drawn in by the same muscles meant to push out her titanic clutches. "But thanks for the concern." Veria came a little at the sight, her balls churning as she watched her friend casually stuff someone up her cunt and not even notice so full her womb was at every single moment of the day. A flood of cum spilled from her stretched lower lips as the nurse came, bringing the dragoness to her own orgasm right then and there. "Ah... mmhhhh fuck sorry..." Luna squirmed and purred, her toes flexing as a couple nurses knelt before her and started licking her sore pads, bringing them some relief. The dragoness couldn't stop cumming, not understanding why she'd suddenly blown her load, though the two males stuffed inside her were a most probable explanation. "Don't know what came over me... ohh fuck..." Shot after shot after shot, Luna started hosing the entire room, flooding it in thick cum as her body simply kept on cumming, rewiring her to be in a constant state of bliss. Veria came as well, joining her in the mess she was causing, far more aware of the reasons why this was happening but still just as aroused. "Well... no use in...mhhhh ooh fuck oh godsss I'm... no use in... mhhh, worrying... let's just... oh gods I'm cummm...!!!" Luna howled as the nurse was fully drawn into her womb, his loads coating her eggs as Kevin humped against her prostate with renewed intensity, the dragoness' cock pushing so much cum so fast and so hard that her cock alone wasn't enough anymore.

As cum flooded and covered everything and everyone, as Veria herself was washed in the white tide, as the nurses were bloated with clutch after clutch, Luna's cock split into two, each just as massive as before, each firing hundreds and hundreds of gallons a second from their gaping tips, her nuts overworked and overtaxed as her entire being sang in a higher level of bliss. Minutes later, she stopped cumming quite as hard, though she was unable to even stop cumming now, her body so stuffed and so full she'd always cum regardless of the circumstances, her shafts bobbing and slapping against her belly. Veria groaned, feeling her own womb swell, already having forgotten about the two males crammed in Luna's ass and pussy, unsure if her friend had always had two cocks instead of one. But as her gut bloated with the dragoness' clutch, every doubt vanished and the Typhlosion handed her friend two immense condoms for her to put on. The day had just started and she had brought a hundred 5XL condoms to fill. It was definitely going to be a fun, long, pleasurable day for the entire office.