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The Center of the Universe

By Danath

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Characters © Vivian Boo

Written during Freebies Vol. 90: Hopelessly Devoted Edition!

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Content warning - non-perma CV/CTF

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"Hey, babe, are you getting cold? Here, take my jacket."

"Ah, thanks!"

Amelia grinned up at her boyfriend. He was a hunky wolf with dark black fur. She'd been going out with him for about a month. He was friendly and always on call, to the point he leaned a fair bit towards the clingy side, but Amelia didn't dislike that about him. He was constantly texting to say hello or tell a story about something funny he saw. He loved surprising her with snacks and small gifts or ordering in her favorite meals. It was his idea to go out for a late-night walk under the stars together in the park. He even brought treats - miniature ginger snaps that crunched satisfyingly under her teeth.

"Didn't we meet here for the first time?" the wolf asked with a grin. "Wasn't it right over here?"

"Oh, right! My friend set us up, didn't she?" Amelia said. She followed her boyfriend to a bench in between lampposts. It felt dark in between and she snuggled up against his side as he casually draped an arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah, we should invite her to dinner sometime to thank her for that," the wolf said, grinning in the moonlight.

Amelia's eyes widened. Looking up at him, she could see that framing the wolf's head was the moon. The round, full, alarmingly bright moon.

"Babe? You okay? Are you still too cold? Should we head back?"

"N-no!" Amelia gasped. Her grip on his sides grew stronger. "I- I'm fine!"

Amelia knew she wasn't fine, though. How could she forget the full moon? The human closed her eyes, but she could feel the heat growing within her body already. She'd avoided it for so long... how many years had she managed to stay indoors and alone on the nights of the full moon, and now she threw it all away...

"Babe?"

The small human's shoulders twitched, then twisted. Amelia pressed forward and her eyes glittered in the darkness as she stretched herself out on her boyfriend, who spread himself lengthwise across the wooden bench slats.

"Oh, I get it... but are you sure we should do it out here in the op-mfft!"

The wolf's eyes closed as dainty human lips pressed down against his muzzle. Fingers stroked his shoulders and chest, and in return, his fingers eagerly worked their way into the waistband of Amelia's pants. Her hips pressed against him and he found himself growing aroused more quickly than he would have thought considering the circumstances, especially when the cold night air nipped at his suddenly exposed maleness.

"Wow, babe, you're really into it, huh?" the wolf grunted as she wrapped her legs around his hips. "Wait, we really can't do that hemmfff!"

Again, an insistent human mouth silenced the wolf as her fingers opened the fly of his jeans and reached inside to drag out his sheath and knot. His shoulders tensed and his hips stilled as she teased his length out across her smooth, small fingers, stroking from the tip to the base beneath her slight and slender belly.

The wolf was so eager and aroused that he missed any signs there was something different going on. He didn't see the sharp little fangs forming from the human's teeth or how a strip of dark purple fur was flowing down her spine like a soft fuzzy mohawk. As his paws wrapped around her hips, now bare from the waist to the knees, he could only focus on his thick arousal squeezing against her warmth. He didn't realize the strangeness of her skin was due to the thin layer of dark purple fur filling in her sides, or the bright white patches forming at the top of her chest.

"Annnnffffhhh!"

About to howl with pleasure, the wolf's muzzle was once again silenced. Amelia's hips ground down eagerly as she bucked against him. Her breathing was hard, rapid, her muscles tense, her entire body soaked and dripping in sweat as she pulled the wolf in deeper. Her tongue filled his muzzle somehow and his eyes squeezed even tighter shut. His claws gripped her hips tightly as she rocked down against him, then stayed down and squirmed, working her tight, clenching body around the base of his shaft while pressuring his full, hard knot...

"Nnfff... babe... wait... not so fast!" the wolf whined. His eyes remained tightly clamped as her drooling mouth pulled away from his. Her thighs tensed, squeezing and squirming on his fully inflated knot as the rest of the fat shaft twitched away inside of her.

It felt so good... Amelia's boyfriend lost himself in the pleasure. His hips stroked hard and fast, lifting her up into the air and bouncing her on his arousal as she clenched and squeezed and moaned until her husky growls filled the air and her claws tensed along his belly.

Wait... claws?

The wolf's black-furred face opened in shock as he stared up at Amelia's half-transformed body. The small human girl he was dating was gone. Only a few small patches of her soft and smooth tan skin remained; the rest was obscured under a thick and soft layer of wolf fur. Purple on her shoulders and back, it curved 90-degrees down to accommodate the shape of her taur underbody. Four lupine legs supported a long feral body, and it was the forelegs currently scraping and pinning down the wolf on the bench. Her hind legs were both on the ground and bouncing her back hips up and down, sucking the entire wolf shaft deep inside, knot and all, each and every time.

"A-Amelia!" the wolf gasped, but it was no use trying to understand what was happening. His eyes lidded over as he humped and bucked and dragged his paws around her forelegs, utterly enslaved by her new, larger body. The way the moonlight struck her, outlining her gasping purple muzzle, glinting off the smooth silver white fur across her plump breasts and belly, down to her long underbody, powerfully heaving itself across his arousal...

The wolf howled as he came and came and came, emptying himself beyond what he thought possible as a continuous pleasurable sensation wracked him from head to toe. Amelia snarled above, pawing at her chest as she dragged herself back and forth to the point it appeared she was the one moving him around and not as it appeared at first.

The black-furred wolf's belly contracted as he felt his shoulders slide back and forth in time with Amelia's eager thrusting. The werewolftaur was tall, much taller than before when she was human, and her chest had grown some as well. The glossy silver white fur and dark purple glowed in the moonlight, and the wolf's eyes filled with glittering stars as his hips bounced and dragged. He didn't even notice that for several minutes now, now matter how he pulled or dragged, he wasn't able to get out from between the werewolftaur's hind legs, not that he'd want to.

Amelia moaned loudly and changed positions. Her large lower body turned and flopped onto her side, then rolled onto her back. Her upper body craned forward, and by doing so, she could easily reach her boyfriend's head and shoulders with her arms. What he didn't understand was how she'd managed to drag him along so easily with her as she rolled over in the plush, slightly damp green grass. His whole body shuddered as she pawed at his chest, stroking his shoulders with her large, soft pads and teasing him with her claws. His head and neck stiffened as he stared up at her and his eyes closed as pleasure coursed up his spine. The sight of the werewolftaur's moaning muzzle framed in the bright moonlight filled the wolf with desire, and the desire filled him to burst. A devotion and lust like nothing he'd felt before spread hotly through his veins as he surrendered completely to Amelia.

She was no longer his girlfriend. The wolf decided as he realized why his hips and legs swung and rolled so freely between her hind legs. The werewolftaur was his goddess.

"Nnnnnggggghhhhhhoooooooh!" Amelia moaned. Her arms wrapped around the rapidly transforming wolf as his belly and chest gradually smoothed and stretched, losing the fur and gaining a glistening sheen. She played and teased with the wide, fat veins up the fat, throbbing black arousal spearing from between her legs and shuddered at the weight of the huge black orbs between her hind legs, which until so recently were part of her boyfriend's legs.

Boyfriend? Her, with a boyfriend? Ha... a graceful goddess like herself would have any number of boyfriends, especially handsome and tasty morsels like this one...

Amelia leaned forward, eyes burning with lust and power as the wave of pleasure throbbing through her body reached its peak. Her lips pressed around the tip of her own maleness as the last signs of the wolf melted into the achingly hard, taut flesh of the massive wolfcock. At the base, the veiny knot pulsed between her forelegs, which stretched down to squeeze on it in an attempt to alleviate the stress.

It was too much. Amelia couldn't help herself. The moon was so bright and her eyes filled with the shining light as her muzzle filled with thick, hot seed. Ropes of jizz splattered across her face and painted her muzzle while the rest drizzled down over her shivering breasts, soaking into the plush white fur and forming a river down her cleavage to her belly. Her long underbody curled up away from the ground, humping at her own muzzle as she gratefully accepted her boyfriend as her first meal as an awakened god...

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"Oh my god..."

"Look at her..."

"That can't be real..."

Amelia tossed her long, flowing purple hair back over her shoulder. Her large, plump D-cups bounced in a low-cut fold-over top that only just managed to cup and contain her fat nipples. Her bare belly remained bare all the way back along her four-legged underbody save for a dark purple ribbon tied around the tip of her bushy, flicking tail. The tail remained, of course, perfectly upright as she strutted down the sidewalk, swaying side to side, taking as much of the space as she felt she ought to. Between her hind legs was the source of the whispers and stares, of course: a huge pair of furry white balls matched with a sheath almost as thick around as her upper belly. It was so fat that the black tip of the enormous werewolf cock couldn't fit all the way inside, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of the coffee can thick (flaccid) shaft bouncing around beneath her smooth belly.

"Oh, shit... she smells so good..."

"Is she a movie star or something?"

"Nnnggghhh... she's gorgeous!"

Amelia's plump lips pulled back. A billion-dollar smile entranced the onlookers as she paused for a moment, striking a pose in front of a shop window under the pretense of fixing a snarl in her mane-like purple hair. By swinging her hips around, she could give both sides of the sidewalk an interesting profile view of all the masculine, feminine, and other curves composing her plump werewolftaur figure.

The goddess smirked. She could feel her boyfriend still floating around happy as could be, but she was sure he wouldn't mind some company. The werewolftaur's eyes narrowed as she scanned the street. A hunger had replaced the fulfilled sensation she experienced since the night before, and the need was rising. Fast.

A pair of cute young males, probably in their 20s, stared slack-jawed at the werewolf goddess as she approached. Her impressively large body towered over them, easily eight feet tall. Wide, powerful shoulders and arms stretched out, then lifted both gasping males off the ground. Her hind legs sat down while her forelegs remained straight, propping up her torso as she leaned back and draped the two males across her enormous breasts.

Almost immediately, both let out blissful growls and moans. They were both feline, a cougar and a smaller, tawny-furred cat. Amelia smiled as she felt their arousals press through their clothes. Switching her grip to their wrists, holding their arms separately in each paw, she dangled them in front of her swollen D-cups and let them rub and squirm against her for a few minutes. A growing crowd filled in the sidewalk around her four or five deep as murmurs of astonishment and whispers of jealousy reached the goddess's perky ears. She smirked, showing off her dazzling white smile again, then nimbly and easily lifted both males one at a time to her muzzle.

There was a click of her teeth, the tearing of clothes, and finally the dangling of half-nude felines, fully aroused and already dripping, back down to a position of honor in front of the goddess's bouncing breasts. Lower, under her long and thick taur body, the plump white sheath opened and expelled a foot or so of enormously thick goddess shaft. Her scent flooded the area, causing a reaction in the crowd even stronger than from her appearance alone.

"Nnffff... ooooh... oh, goddess!" the cougar groaned. His paws clutched into his palms as she tightened her grip around his wrists. His hips bounced forward, grinding his thick cock against her plump breasts until he was on the verge of seeding her fluffy white fur. "Yes, goddess... please, grow for me... grow bigger, goddess... use me!"

The cougar's hips slumped forward and stopped. His muzzle opened and a deep, sonorous moan erupted from his throat as he came. He didn't bounce away from her plump breast, and instead, his hips squeezed further forward, sinking in and dimpling the white fur.

On the other side, the smaller tawny cat let out a similar cry.

"Goddess! I'm yours! I need you, goddemffff!"

The cat's hips and chest thwumped into Amelia's breast. His head didn't pull back and neither did his hips. Like the cougar, he sunk in, until strands of the werewolf's thick white fur sprang back into place once they'd passed back. Amelia's paws pushed their arms down and into their backs, squeezing them in deeper yet. Her muzzle dropped open and her bright red tongue lolled out as she panted with greed.

"Goddess, take mffgghhh!"

The cougar's head disappeared inside the werewolf's breast. Both enormous orbs jiggled, bouncing as the arms and legs shifted and dangled outside, only to be gradually drawn in. Amelia's eyes closed as she used her paws to guide in the tails, then licked her lips as the shifting bulges in her enormous breasts stretched and shoved and wriggled.

"Mmmhhhhhh... such lovely worshippers," the goddess sighed. "I can already feel you helping me grow. Such good boys."

The taur's smile returned as another foot or two of thick, solid cock emerged from the massive sheath below.

"Would anyone else here like to become a member of my flock?"

Eager supplicants, stunned by what they just witnessed, broke ranks after a moment and surged towards the taur. The goddess grinned, then giggled as she felt dozens of paws and muzzles caress and stroke across her wide flanks, up and down each of her four legs, massage and grope her balls and growing maleness, tease her belly and arms, and even - for a few daring worshippers - snatch pawfulls of her still-squirming breasts.

"Ahhhh... yessssss, my followers!" Amelia gasped. The power of the devotion she felt as their goddess was good. It felt so powerful. Raw, divine energy coursed through her, but instead of moving or exercising her godliness in any way, she merely tipped over.

Half a dozen people were trapped beneath her side and were absorbed in moments. Amelia's underbelly swelled and a row of small bumps formed against her white stomach fur. As the crowd followed her movements, soon climbing in around her legs and back and tail, the goddess couldn't even see the sky for all the people eagerly trying to get a piece of her divine pelt in their fingers.

Amelia shivered. Using her forepaws, she randomly and somewhat lazily snagged a follower - a fully erect, dripping little fox. Without pausing, her foreleg shoved him down into her underbelly, absorbing him and then a half dozen more in order to grow her divine figure. That was her specialty, of course, and there was no power on earth capable of stopping a goddess like her.

The horde of eager worshippers only grew as her scent traveled through the surrounding blocks, drawing out people from businesses and apartment buildings. Amelia rolled onto her back, absorbing dozens beneath her as she did and using them to continue to perfect her divine body while still enjoying the supplications of the crowd as they rubbed, massaged, and teased every inch of her. No matter how many she brought into the fold, however, three more replaced them.

The werewolf licked her lips as her thick maleness stretched and flexed against dozens of bare chests and bellies and muzzles. It lifted them upwards, then dropped back down towards her upturned belly. Her upper torso spread out above, and she used her arms to corral shuddering, moaning, worshipful followers to her growing DDD-cups.

"Goddess... use me..."

"Take me, goddess..."

"Please, goddess, show me your favor..."

Prayers filled the werewolf's head as her glowing body swelled larger and larger. Her muzzle opened, then closed partly around the white-furred rabbit who eagerly forced himself against her tongue. The goddess closed her eyes, grinned, and tipped her head back, reveling in the eagerness of her faithful flock members. She could feel him squeeze down his throat, trembling and praising her every inch of the way, only to be absorbed into her body before he could hit her belly. Not that a goddess like her would need a digestive system anyways.

The rows of breasts fattening up along her underbelly were half as big as the pair on her upper torso, but growing quickly as she felt the crush of the crowd. They were five, six, maybe eight deep in places, even directly on top of her, and she sighed with content as she realized she'd have to actually put her divine powers to a fraction of their potential to deal with it.

"Such a hassle," she mumbled. "Couldn't you all just get in a line?"

An idea occurred to Amelia then. Perhaps it was a divine spark of inspiration. Heaving herself upright, she ignored the scattering of her followers. Over twice as tall and big as before, she towered above the worshippers who flung themselves to the ground before her. Her legs spread out wide, squeezing against the enormous underbreasts lining her lower half. They dragged on the ground, knocking over tables or benches or whatever else appeared in front of them, including shocked pedestrians and shoppers laid flat and soaked in her musk along the way.

Amelia ignored them and their prayers, though she inadvertently answered quite a few as she walked down the street. Her wide, huge paws were bigger than any individual worshiper, and many dozens found themselves squeezed beneath before absorbing into her body before she lifted her pads from the ground again.

Dozens of eyes and open, slack-jawed muzzles followed her progress towards a large theater nearby. There was a play currently in session and the marquee lights were bright and sparkly. Cars came screeching to a halt as drivers hung out the windows to watch her wide hips and enormous white orbs swinging from behind; some drivers abandoned their vehicles upon catching her scent to join the throng following her, even as her huge, fluffy purple tail knocked dozens off their feet with each sway across the street.

Ignoring the doors and the shocked ushers, Amelia barged her way inside, narrowly managing to squeeze her enormously divine body through the double-wide entrance. As the last bit of her long tail disappeared inside, the crowd outside waited restlessly, wondering when their goddess would next appear. There were murmurs of prayer and groans of ecstasy as a hubbub rose to a roar, only to fall silent when, ten minutes later, there was a commotion at the front of the theater. Workers with ladders swarmed the marquee and within minutes it read just one word on both sides:

A M E L I A

Some time later...

Amelia yawned and stretched her limbs out in all directions, then rolled onto her side. A comfortable pillow formed from dozens of worshippers shifted along with the weight of her body, cradling her long, plush taur half and her broad-shouldered, overly breasted upper half. It took six supplicants working together to fully cover the enormous dark purple nipples protruding from the bed of thick, heavenly soft white fur around them. Even then, they only just managed.

The walls of the theater had long since been torn down. Gone was the stage and the rows of seating, though the balconies remained, and were constantly full of well-tithing followers satisfying their hunger for a glimpse of their goddess. Luxurious, deep pile carpet ran through the enormous room. Amelia enjoyed raking her claws through it or digging in all twenty of her toes for a good scratch. It was nine or ten stories tall and built from high quality lumber. The facing was rare white and dark purple marble, with the pieces that most closely matched the goddess used to line the inner walls. There was no need for furniture, of course. Amelia sat or laid where she pleased and expected her eager followers to provide whatever cushion she could need, though considering the depth and plushness of the carpet, it wasn't much. Several batches of her followers disappeared once she discovered just how comfortable the carpeting could be, especially sprawled out in the bright sun that shone through the gilt-edged windows.

The werewolftaur smirked as she felt the shifting bodies below her. For now, she allowed her flock the opportunity to worship her greatness. Amelia's divinity grew by the day, and it took hundreds of devotees to cushion her enormous body. So many cocks, tits, rumps, tails, arms, thighs, and toes, all for her, all wiggling and squirming and rubbing along her sides, teasing her spine and sending shivers up her broad frame. Her paw pads curled, clenching around various groaning members of her flock four at a time, while her arms merely draped lazily across the swells of her breasts, now far too large and glorious to be measured by some arbitrary mortal convention.

The glossy white fur that started around her clavicles narrowed between the enormous orbs, then spread outwards across her upper torso's belly and between the forelegs of her lower taur body. From there, it spread across her sides, reaching no higher than halfway up her flanks, but enough to completely surround the six enormous breasts grown from her underside. The lowermost pair squeezed in against the divine sheath and heavenly balls. Combined, her package was far larger than any single worshiper, and it took many to even attempt to lift or move her gifts.

There were so many species, too, though of course, the canines were the easiest to convert to the religion. Most were enamored of Amelia on sight, especially once they caught a glimpse of the enormous knot nestled in her sheath. Even now, she could feel a pack of canines smothering her balls and the root of her sheath, greedily rubbing and massaging and pleasuring their goddess as much as they could.

The goddess shifted her upper body. An army of devotees wielding brushes approached and carefully smoothed all of her fur that they could reach while using the occasion to properly worship their goddess directly.

Amelia was used to the prayers by now and took it in stride as the voices filled her head with greedy lust.

"Oh, divine goddess, please heed this faithful's prayer..."

"Take me, make me yours, my goddess!"

"Fill me with your divine spirit! Again and again!"

"Please grow for us goddess!"

Needless to say, by the time her morning pampering concluded, the brushing army would need to replenish its ranks. Amelia growled with pleasure as she felt her heavy, wobbling breasts squeeze and squish and grow thanks to the willing assistance of her eager horde.

They treated her as if she were divine, after all, and they were right to.

The werewolftaur smacked her lips as she squeezed her lower body down, smothering the eager supplicants forming a neat little bed beneath her. The pile was much smaller than it was when she first woke up, but now Amelia was in the mood for something more substantial.

"Amelia! Amelia!"

"She's so beautiful... Oh, Amelia, my goddess..."

Constant worship did a body good. Though she'd only established herself recently, already Amelia was the most popular, famous, and well-known religious figure in the world. Thousands camped outside her temple and inductees flocked to recruitment scenters set up around the globe, stocked with a regular supply of the goddess's own essences in order to draw in the faithful.

Amelia lounged across the theater stage floor as eager worshipers crowded around on all sides, still half-asleep even after the enjoyable brushie-brushies. Still, there was work to do. She was a busy goddess who ought to show a little affection to her beloved flock.

From the enormous base of the fat white sheath that forced her hind legs permanently outwards to the dark purple tip that protruded right through the valley of mountainous orbs lined up along her underbody, Amelia allowed her divine power to flow somewhat. Her enormous member throbbed and dripped as it rose into the air, dragging grasping, naked bodies of her worshipers with it. Their little paws and fuzzy bodies felt good rubbing against the bare, smooth skin of her perfect arousal. Before long, the tip stuck past her forelegs, and was at least twice as thick as any of the individual members of the crowd. Amelia knew her cock was a fearsome sight indeed. More than a few of her devout followers came on the spot when they saw the black-skinned knot peel itself through the opening of her taut sheath, or dared to taste the shivering black flesh directly. As usual, the canines were first to lose their composure and seed themselves across the goddess, which was usually enough to earn themselves the privilege of helping grow the titanic ball of sensitive, divinely orgasmic werewolftaur knotflesh by joining it themselves.

There was a commotion of orgasmic prayer as Amelia rolled over. Gasping, moaning people humped at her pawpads, clutched at her ankles, and squeezed into the sides of her titanic underboobs, which flattened across the floor even after she stood up straight on all four legs. Her enormous white-furred sac fit only partly between her hind legs; the rest of the enormous orb flattened across the floor - and the wriggling bodies of dozens of followers - behind her. The heavenly soft fur sent most into the single most ecstatic and intense orgasmic experience they could possibly imagine, only for the pleasure to soar to new heights when the werewolftaur's massive balls surrounded them completely.

It didn't take much of her divine powers to absorb a follower, especially such eager and devoted servants as full of lust as these ones were. She merely had to open herself, just a fraction, and then...

The enormous sac shivered and spread further across the plush carpet. From between her wide-stretched forelegs, the divine cannon jerked and throbbed, eliciting a wave of squeals and cries of prayer from the assembled. Amelia's lips pulled back in a smirk. They were just so cute, her followers. She loved how they praised her size, her thickness, her fertility... speaking of which...

The goddess lifted herself onto her toes as high as she could. It was like opening crowded subway doors: followers behind pushed the ones in front forward, ending up with several rows of devoted packed tight beneath her titanic god-cock and supreme mammaries.

The whoompf of the goddess's body descending caused a divine wind that blew through the temple and out the doors, knocking over waves of worshipers for miles around. The orgasmic converts underneath found their bodies stretched and pulled and teased and toyed with until the pleasure overwhelmed their very sense of being, and with that, Amelia grew. Her legs thickened, strengthening while growing even plusher, softer, longer purple fur. Her taurbody was lifted higher, though her enormous orbs grew even quicker and squished outwards as they flattened into the carpet. The goddess moaned, a deep and primal sigh that caused any who heard it to drop to their knees with rage that they were not the ones to cause it.

Her underboobs fattened. Wriggling forms disappeared, converted into divine energy to fuel her omnipotent growth. Amelia groaned again, louder, as the pressure of so much heavenly boobflesh tight around her god-cock made the whole thing tremble and heave and shake until the temple itself was rocking on the foundations. Amelia clutched at her upper torso with her arms, though she was unable to reach far enough around the swells to get to the plump nipples, each bigger than her head. The orbs were enormous, three or four times as wide as her shoulders yet still perky and bouncy without an inch of sag. Divinely lifted, they showed off her smooth upper belly and formed the grandest and most inviting canyon of cleavage a devoted worshiper could ask to disappear into.

"Mmmmmhhh... you're all so devoted," Amelia growled. Her cock heaved, flexing hard enough to shake off a few of the grasping arms and bodies. "Lets grant some wishes."

A small red fox had somehow claimed a spot of honor at the tip of the lupine maleness jutting from Amelia's hind legs. His greedy muzzle opened wide, but could only flatten across the breadth of throbbing, divinely powered cockflesh that thrust back against him.

Until a huge furry white paw settled around his black ears.

The fox's whining moan of pleasure ended abruptly as his jaw and throat stretched, distending supernaturally around the titanic taurcock. His eyes rolled back into his head as he came instantly, and then kept cumming again and again, unable to stop the pleasure as the goddess pushed forward.

The heat and musk dazed the fox, whose only goal was to please his goddess. To make Amelia, the chosen one, happy and bigger. To please her was everything to a superconvert such as him.

And Amelia knew it. The divine werewolftaur's fingers guided the fox perfectly. His body twitched as he danced under her fingers. His throat opened, then his chest and belly too as the goddess leaned back and sat down, half-turned on her hind legs so as to allow her huge balls to rest between. Her upper torso was upright and her forelegs stretched out in front of her, but it meant she was able to reach the fox and continue to grant his wish.

His throat swelled, distending, as her strength forced him down. His eyes bulged and his cock fired as her shaft flexed, lifting his entire body off the stage floor . More followers crowded in, rubbing and groping his stomach and chest to feel the goddess's erection inside him. The fox's eyes clamped shut as the divine orgasm rippled through his body, starting an unending chain of pleasure that made his whole length wriggle around the enormous thickness spreading him open.

Amelia panted. Her upper torso heaved, jiggling and bouncing, as she shifting her taurbody back and forth. Her breasts and balls dragged a bit each direction, and the way the flock squirmed in and the carpet too made her whole divine body glow with pleasure. Time to show her faithful another miracle.

The werewolftaur's thickness drove deeper yet. The fox squirmed, fur splaying, arms and legs uselessly wiggling. His insides were functioning, thanks to the goddess's grace, and he felt nothing but the insane pleasure of the god-cock, so he was perfectly fine and would be able to walk away afterwards, but Amelia had other plans. Reaching down through the throng, she grasped the fox's tail and pulled her huge thickness free of the clutching fingers of her worshipers. Her thickness flexed between her forelegs, curling upwards a bit despite being so hard, as she pushed the fox down deeper yet.

Amelia shuddered. Yes, this was good. She could feel the fox's devotion, his lust for her, his unyielding desire to pleasure her, and most of all, the overwhelming joy of being able to experience the god-cock himself... there was no greater honor in the fox's opinion, than to have the goddess herself treat him like a sleeve toy. So Amelia, being the kind and gentle goddess that she was, obliged him. Her paws squeezed him tight, dragged him up, then pulled him down. His pelt distended, showing the outline of every inch of the divine maleness inside, as she worked her hind legs a bit to slam the fox's throat and stretch him more, more, more, just as his greedy little prayers demanded.

The goddess moaned. This felt so good. She was so lucky to have such devoted followers. She wanted to reward this one in particular for having such a good muzzle. Obedient, needy, and desperate for her body? The perfect devoted deserved special treatment beyond even a divine throatfucking.

The fox's bloated, stretched body shifted rapidly up and down the god-cock as Amelia leisurely thrust through the valley of underboobs, luxuriating in the feel of her own gloriousness. Not to mention the crowd was more charged up and horny than ever, and their dirty prayers sent little bolts of lightness through her spine. Ooh, some were so naughty, but being a kind goddess, Amelia wasn't about to punish them. Instead, they all deserved a reward once she finished with this fox disciple...

Using her plump, wide forelegs, the towering taur goddess shoved the stretched fox down her length further, until he was completely taken by her arousal, speared through and stretched like fabric around her titanic god-cock. Her forepaws stroked and squeezed, massaging his twitching, distended body as his arousal fired and fired, though it was hardly noticeable compared to a drop of her own essence. She curled her underbody over, then leaned her huge chest across her forelegs in order to slide the fox down further, through the dense, soft white fur of her multiple pairs of breasts. Each stroke of her fur sent shudders through the fox, now nearly unrecognizable as his arms and legs continued to shrink and pull in.

Several times, Amelia's thick lupine shaft trembled and bulged. The thick droplets of shimmering, clear pre-cum blasted her followers with scent, and what wasn't drunk immediately from the tap by the crowd was harvested to be used to recruit more faithful later on. The fox's tight, stretched body resembled little more than a tight, cylindrical sleeve colored red and black in spots. His warm, tight, transforming figure rippled around the goddess's arousal as lust and ecstasy at having his wishes fulfilled made him experience the heights of divine pleasure.

But Amelia wasn't satisfied with merely sleeving her follower, literally though she'd done it. As she used her forepaws to push him down further, he stretched more and more tightly like a rubber band several feet wide around her stalk, sometimes pinching off her enormous urethra. The backed up pre made it difficult to squirm the transformed former male, now little more than a goddess's cock ring, down to the tip of her taut, straining knot.

It took a bit more exertion of her divine powers than she shot to tug the fox-sleeve over and around then down her knot. The cute little mortal resisted coming off more than he did going on, Amelia thought, though as a fair and kind goddess, she didn't mind her followers the occasional bit of insubordination as long as it was for a good cause. And from how good her gigantic knot felt, she was absolutely full of the forgiving spirit. As soon as the fox-sleeve slid down underneath, the tip flexed through her valley of underboob cleavage, visibly throbbing, veiny, enormous, radiating lust and heat that caused worshipers to drop to their knees throughout the temple.

Amelia stretched out her arms and stood up straight as the fox-sleeve slid between the root of her cock and the tight white sheath. Her palms spread over her huge tits, caressing the sides, as her wide, plush legs supported her taur half. She shivered as she felt the insides of her sheath stretch, and soon a long, large lump formed deep in the base. As it grew, Amelia moved. The goddess moved gracefully, shifting her powerful, muscular legs easily despite the overinflated white-furred balls, the heavy dragging breasts, and the general top-heavy nature of her upper body. As expected of a deity, she carried herself well as she strode across her temple. Dozens of worshippers fell beneath her paws or were dragged beneath her massive arousal and heavy breasts; few made it all the way underneath without the goddess absorbing them into her divine figure.

The taut white sheath suddenly twitched. There was movement, then a second dark purple god-cock pushed free. There was no more fox-sleeve, unfortunately, but Amelia could always make more later. It shuddered and twisted side to side as it lined up next to the original, and quickly swelled, devouring its fair share of eager faithful. Word spread quickly of the goddess's new miracle and Amelia was able to not only quickly clear a path to a dry spot of carpet, but grow her new cock to the size of the first. The werewolf taur licked her lips as she sagged down across the plush, deep pile carpet and waved her paw at the crowd, encouraging them to come forward to worship her as she sprawled out, legs lifted, both cocks, six huge breasts plus two more above, all on display, covered in deep purple and bright white fur that shone with the goddess's divine grace. There was no need for a second invitation as their dirty prayers filled Amelia's mind and sent a shudder through both of her enormous wolfcocks. The knots at the bases squeezed together, fighting for space, as dozens of devout followers spread across the glistening, dark purple god-cocks.

In addition to being a kind and generous goddess, Amelia was also greedy. That greed extended to her followers in the form of their lust for her, of course, but she couldn't help that. Instead, she used it. And in order to satisfy her greed, she needed more...

A large, wide elephant caught the goddess's attention. The mortal's wide gray ears flapped as the enormous werewolftaur's forepaw descended and wrapped around the buxom elphant's backside. Amelia licked her plump purple lips as she pulled the chosen devotee free of the crowd and closer to where the first set of enormous underboobs hung from her lower body. The elephant's trunk slathered itself across her divine white fur as Amelia stretched an arm down and stroked slowly up the elephant's backside. The mortal's whole body shook as she came instantly, driven past the point of reason by the touch of her goddess. The werewolftaur's immense black thicknesses bobbed to either side of the 'phant's hips as Amelia shivered with unending greed and lust, reflecting back the prayers she could hear so clearly from the large female. The elephant's breasts flattened into Amelia's underbosoms, then shifted up and down to drag through the heavenly fur.

Amelia grinned as she felt her faithful follower shivering and quivering. The wolf's large, sensitive nose could easily pick out the elephant's arousal, the flow of feminine juices sliding down her thighs, as she squeezed between the enormous dark purple god-cocks to make out with the valley of cleavage squeezed above the two huge arousals. The werewolftaur shuddered, then leaned over. Her hind end hiked up into the air as she bent her forelegs, squeezing her many massive boobs into the ground and trapping the elephant in place. Her long arms were just able to reach her shoulders, and as the elephant leaned back, Amelia's strong, powerful body took control.

The elephant's wide, heavy feet and legs dangled in air as the goddess lifted her up to shouts of praise and some signs of jealousy in the crowd, though it only meant the faithful redoubled their efforts - massaging her furry sides, worshiping her massive balls, praising her plump figure and beneficent demeanor...

The elephant's trunk flipped up over her head and between her ears as she was turned backwards suddenly, shoulders on the floor and hips lifted. Amelia's paws twisted her onto her side and the giant taur smirked as she watched the sheen of the elephant's skin twitch and flex. All Amelia had to do was wrap a paw around one of the elephant's large, heavy breasts and squeeze to get another gut-churning shrieking orgasm out of the large mortal. It was almost too easy.

With the elephant's legs splayed so invitingly, Amelia didn't waste time moving her enormous bulk forward. The twin dark purple god-cocks speared into the elephant's body, immediately stretching her beyond what reality would normally allow as the twin heads burrowed in deep. The elephant's voice cut off as she was seized with the most intense orgasm yet - a flood of divine pleasure and heat flowed through her big, full, svelte figure as Amelia's paws dragged down her sides and grabbed hold of her ankles. Members of the flock supported the impaled mortal's shoulders and pushed the elephant further onto the rigid, hard, dribbling members, one spreading open her rump and the other throbbing inside her tight pussy.

Praise rained down on Amelia as she sunk in deeper. The elephant's legs twitched as she seized up, clamping down tight. Her belly surged in size, stretching around the enormous god-cocks as they claimed her completely. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a babbling stream of religious devotion trumpeted out of her trunk. Her huge tits drew tight as the surging erections sunk deeper and deeper yet, though to Amelia, it required no effort at all to drag the squealing elephant down by the ankles.

By the time the elephant's neck bulged with two huge cocks each as thick around as her own chest, Amelia couldn't reach her ankles anymore, and had switched her grip to her shoulders, then the top of her head. Her claws left white marks on the elephant's flapping ears before her forepaws took over, and with one last shove, the elephant's muzzle opened wide. Both enormous god-cocks speared out, completing their ownership and domination of faithful, gasping, moaning female. Her arms and legs hung limp as her entire body was suspended by the heavy, massive erections alone. With Amelia's forepaws still shoving her lower, her belly and chest distended around the bulging urethra even as she disappeared completely between the massive underboobs.

Humping her lower body forward, Amelia pleasured herself, taking her time with the elephant as the divine power transformed the worshiper completely. The elephant, trapped in the deep valleys of teasing white fur, could only gurgle and grunt around the immense shafts grinding through her. Her arms and legs pulled in, disappearing into her own body, as she flattened out and rounded over, forming a double-sleeve over the giant wolf cocks. By the time the goddess planted herself up to the knot, the elephant had gone the same way as the fox from earlier: she was little more than a living sleeve, shaped and formed into perfection by her goddess, and eager to serve out her purpose.

Amelia's high-pitched howls and moans rang out through the temple, driving mad all who heard her agonized cries. Lust filled the enormous arena as devout faithful pressed in close. Amelia used her foreleg and hind leg to drag the elephant sleeve down lower, this time finding it even more arousing as there were two huge, fat knots to squeeze around this time.

The crowd was nearly swept away by the pumping erections as the werewolftaur goddess teased the tight sleeve down, down, down. Her divine power overwhelmed whatever resistance the elephant-sleeve put up once around her knot, and soon she sunk down into the goddess's sheath, disappearing once more and completely.

Amelia let out another moan and flopped onto her side, then rolled onto her back. Her entire body bulged as dozens of squirming faithful found themselves pulled inside their goddess, adding inches upon inches to the girth of her hips, the weight of her tits, the size of her god-cocks. Her divine nipples plumped up, fatter and plusher than ever, as she displayed herself for her flock like a mother cat calling its kittens.

As a third bulge formed slightly beneath and between the first two in her sheath, Amelia let out a pleased moan. Hundreds of muzzles and lips and tongues slid across her oversized body in worship, their adulation clear as the divine milk of the heavens leaked from each fat tit. Amelia shuddered as she felt them drawing on her power and increased the flow to keep them happy. Most couldn't handle more than a swallow or two before lurching away, overcome with lust and unable to stop the orgasmic pleasure wracking their bodies. Greedy, writhing worshipers pulled and clawed at her immense body in order to get the best position to please the goddess, all while Amelia casually and lazily reclined while waiting for her newest "member" to join the herd.

It didn't take long for the triangle to be completed. Amelia merely soaked up her worshipers, drawing them in to feed the third miracle as cries rang out and the temple bells tolled again to draw in the faithful. All three fat knots ground together, often with cute little mortals struggling in between them. More climbed around the stalks, riding and squeezing and clenching as the bulging urethras delivers warm splats of pre-cum from the base of her balls, way down at one end of her godly being, all the way to the tip of the enormous wolfcocks, which were propped up by her underboobs and flexed in the air well past the immense orbs on her upper body.

Being able to reach them so easily gave Amelia some divine inspiration. The rampant crowd, already on the permanent edge thanks to being within several hundred feet of the goddess, let out a cry as one as Amelia's large, powerful paws dropped to either side of her body. On her back as she was, she wiggled a little as her huge biceps and forearms dragged through the bodies. Her fingers caressed and squeezed and tested the worshipers, all of whom left their seed on her fur in exchange, until she found a pair that seemed promising.

"Goddess! I'm yours!" cried a small tiger. Despite his short stature, he was muscular and very well hung, with a cock that stretched right past his plump little pecs.

"Use me, goddess! Grow for us, please! Please!" cried the male in her other paw, a tall and slinky otter with a cute, needy face.

Amelia could hardly turn down such ardent pleas as those, could she?

The prayers ended with the goddess turned both males upside down and dropping her paws around the flexing tips of her dark purple god-dicks. The urethras bulged with the outlines of their heads as she pulled down, forcing them past their shoulders before releasing them.

"Ahhhhhhh... yes, my children," Amelia moaned, eyes narrowing as she licked her lips and watched the tiger and otter legs kicking desperately. "I believe it's time to start the holy service."

Her paw reached into the crowd and this time dragged a muscular stallion out by the ankles at random. Lifting him high into the air, the male whinnied and bucked as he came, even dangling upside down above the goddess's divine malenesses. His arms folded over his head, palms together, as she dropped him down against the tip of her third wolfcock. The veiny purple flesh opened and dragged him in eagerly; by the time he was up to his hips, the other two had already been completely swallowed. Their arms and legs pushed and shoved weakly against the inside of the god-cocks, barely making a ripple in the massive urethras. Using her paws, she rubbed herself base to tip several times, making sure to clench her fingers tight around the males inside. She crushed them firmly in the warm, musky tunnel, making sure they felt her power flowing through the shaft before sliding her fingers down tightly from above. Both tiger and otter were forced deeper, deeper, into the tighter, hotter, more compressing part of the wolf dicks. From there, the goddess's natural divine powers took over, and as the big stallion followed just behind, all three soon ended up drawn into the bloated, oversized white-furred balls shifting and wiggling beyond her hind legs.

The outlines of faces, arms, legs, and torsos pushed against the crowd of worshipers still on the outside. A great cry went up as Amelia's paws reached down again, this time picking up multiple people in her giant paws before feeding them directly into her achingly hard god-cocks. All three jerked and flexed as they dragged the faithful deeper, adding them into the enormous cum-factories supplying all the divine essence her church could ever need. Again and again the wolf goddess reached into the crowd of eager supplicants and fed them to her divine malenesses; it was hard to tell who enjoyed it more: the goddess who grew with every meal or the faithfully devoted sacrifices who experienced the ultimate divine pleasure as they merged with their deity.

Two, then three at a time, then four. Her worshipers thrust and pumped against her insides and each other as they fucked their way down, their greedy prayers ending only once they found themselves soaking into her divine essence deep in her enormous nuts. There was plenty of room; by the time the fourth batch was halfway down the stalks, there was no sign of the original trio at all.

The religious service continued unabated. As many eager, lustful followers plunged into her trio of god-cocks, Amelia saw just as many entering her temple determined to worship the growing goddess. Her hyper-fertile body swelled, larger and larger still, well over thirty feet long not even counting her tail or ears. The enormous breasts wobbled and filled as she found her cocks too clogged for the moment to stuff any more wiggling mortals inside, so Amelia paused to treat the massive mammaries covering her upper torso and underbelly. It was a simple matter to pop the small mortals headfirst through the nipples, feeding them into her growing boobs, until they disappeared inside. Like in her balls, the bulging of arms and legs and rumps and heads did not last long, and the goddess continued to grow...

And grow...

And the more she grew, the more they worshiped...

And the more they worshiped, the more she grew...

And across the world, a single cry echoed from the throats of all her devotees as the stench of her divine musk filled the very atmosphere of the planet, reaching every nose and nostril from one end of the world to the other, setting in them a lust and desire to please the divine goddess with everything they had. Amelia set off the world's greatest migration, and she was their only and final destination.

The werewolftaur smiled as the mortals wiggling in her cleavage cried out in adoration for their giant goddess and gratefully acknowledge their prayers by pulling them into her wide, wet, warm muzzle, then swallowing them into her heavenly throat as the newest method of worshiping the goddess was demonstrated to the amazement of all... surely there were more faithful who could discover other ways to please and grow the goddess too.

Amelia felt the surge of prayer as she swallowed, letting the faithful squeeze down her throat, through her upper body, and down inside her underbelly, where they were absorbed directly into the goddess's divine form.

"Ahhhhh, my children," Amelia gasped. "Let the service continue! Your goddess is not satisfied yet!"

Even more time later...

Amelia's bright, sharp teeth showed from beneath her large, plump lips. Her smile grew, revealing even the back rows of lupine molars. Each was the size of a house.

The enormous divine wolftaur long since outgrew the theater. In fact, she'd long since outgrown the city. Sprawled on her side, having not really moved from the spot so much as grown in place, Amelia's pleasured moans and growls echoed for miles like a non-stop thunder. The air was unnaturally warm and humid, filled constantly with a cloying, sticky, warm haze. It rained most days, especially in the mornings, but not rain like anyone remembered. The rain was white, salty, and full of desire, pleasure, need, want... and love. So much love. Too much love.

Enough love to drive a person crazy.

Amelia's lower foreleg could not be seen beneath the sprawl of the first of many sets of breasts squeezed in along her underbody. The other foreleg draped somewhat up the side of the swell, though it was held in place by the next set ballooning up against the first. And so on all the way to her hind legs, similarly spread and hidden as each of the eight massive pairs of leaking, pulsing, quivering underbreasts stretched and rolled across many dozens of square blocks of what used to be a city.

Her tail swept side to side against the swollen balls, twice the size of any of single pair of breasts beneath, and the source of the constant churn of thick, clear precum pumping from the tip of her immense shaft. The huge balls churned and vibrated, pulling in and relaxing rhythmically with enough power at this size to cause constant trembling earthquakes.

Her enormous upper torso sprawled on the side, both arms resting at the upper swells of her enormous bosoms. Despite the impressive disproportionate sizes of her underbreasts, the mammaries hanging from her upper body put them to shame. Each orb was massive, and now there were six in total. Floods of milk from the dripping nipples caused rivers to form that flowed through the streets and out into the countryside. The ocean was only a few miles away, and from her great height Amelia could see the tide of white water, no longer blue, stretching into the horizon.

Amelia was, at this point, perhaps most proud of her erections. Longer and larger than Ayers Rock, they stuck through the city and plunged straight past into the nearby mountains, angling the enormous, mile-thick lengths slightly upwards, which accounted for the rapid atmospheric changes every time she erupted. Fantastic veins thicker than city buses ran along the dark purple lengths. Their rich, royal color matched the stripe of purple in her pelt and the color of her eyes and nipples, and shone especially bright considering the brilliant white of the rest of her lupine pelt. The massive knots at the bases fought for space with each other and the nearest pair of breasts, and every little shift and scrape sent thrills through the divine wolftaur's entire macro-sized figure.

It wasn't just the taur and average humidity that changed. There was a tremendous amount of activity from all directions surrounding Amelia. And on, under, and next to Amelia as well. In fact, nearly every square foot of the ruined city was filled with gawking, trembling, and excessively aroused acolytes worshiping their goddess. Tens of millions of believers worked together to massage her nipples, though if she took a particularly deep breath, she would swamp and devour many of them - and she was still so very, very hungry...

The ground trembled. The moans of delight as her followers plunged into her pelt and squeezed into her trembling arousal added to Amelia's own pleasure. Her body felt like it was a growing wildfire, full of heat and passion and love for each and every one of her wonderful, tiny little devotees. Her moan echoed across the planet and she bared her teeth; the ecstasy of her followers rose and a mob flooded forward, climbing and scrambling for space alongside the miles of lupine cock stretching from the goddess's divine body.

Amelia clenched her eyes, baring her teeth, then relaxed and let her tongue drape out of the side of her muzzle. A huge ripple surged from the base of her shaft as her swollen knot suddenly flexed and filled out, causing a deep, huge roar as the entire massive length shifted. The wolftaur's goddess's eyes lidded over as she felt the churn of power preceding her divine eruption and moaned again as the tip leapt from the mountain.

Clouds split as she came. Her body expanded. The city and millions of her worshipers disappeared beneath her bosoms alone as her legs tensed, all four stretching to apply pressure to her twitching, aching cock. Her nipples fattened, carving through the earth beneath, as she came to occupy most of the country with her size.

Her eruption turned the sky white as her seed, trapped in the upper atmosphere, spread quickly throughout the rest of the globe.

The goddess grinned. At this size, gravity had little meaning, and she rolled over, causing another earthquake before getting to her feet.

She didn't have to walk anywhere. She simply had to grow, and she could feel her worshipful followers piling in by the millions. Her massive arousal wrapped over the curve of the horizon, draping from one hemisphere to the other, as Amelia floated gracefully in space, the planet she used to call home tucked carefully between her knot and balls.

"Was that everyone?" the goddess asked. Her voice was loud, no echo, through the empty space in which she now floated. "Mmmmhhhhh... that was such wonderful worship... wonderful... worship... ship..."

"Uh... hey, babe? I didn't get tickets for a ship, but I definitely can."

Amelia's eyes snapped open. She looked around, twisting her head. She was in the park, sitting on the bench back where it all began with her boyfriend, the cute, clingy black-furred wolf. Turning her gaze lower, she looked past the immense triple-D breasts threatening to rip right out of her shirt and stared at the wolf's face. It felt like she hadn't seen him in months.

Amelia quickly realized he was sitting on the bench next to her, but she was actually laid down on the ground beside with her forelegs cutely tucked in front. Though she was laying down, she was quite a bit taller than her boyfriend, who got his feet and stood in front of her. She was a wolftaur, just like in whatever crazy dream she just had. She even had huge breasts, just like in the dream. Not as big as at the end, of course, but definitely bigger than she had before by many, many times. They were wider than her shoulders, full and warm, and big enough to hide the stomach below.

The wolf's muzzle leaned closer and his body pressed against the swells of her chest, sending a familiar thrill through her. Amelia dipped her head down, thinking he was going to say something, but instead her eyes opened with surprise as he kissed her first.

"I don't say it enough, Amelia... you really are my goddess," the wolf said.

Amelia grinned and shifted her hind hips a bit as a familiar heat and warmth spread through her loins. She licked her lips and nodded her head towards the park entrance.

"How about we go back to my place for some religious service, then?" she asked.

Before her boyfriend could reply, Amelia giggled and stood up. The wolf's eyes went wide and his muzzle dropped open as he stared at the three matching maleness sagging from between her hind legs. Each half-hard tool was already thicker and longer than his own arm and threatening to grow far, far larger, and all three were supplied by the same pair of oversized balls wide enough to squeeze against the insides of her rear legs. The tuft of fur at the very bottom of the wolftaur's fat balls scraped the pavement occasionally as the multi-foot wide sac bobbed up and down with each step. Dense white fur covered the musky orbs, the scent of which washed across the wolf and shocked him into drooling before coming to his senses. Pre-cum flowed steadily from the tips in twitches and pulses, dribbling a trail on the sidewalk behind her as she trotted a few steps down the path. The heat flowed along her shamelessly exposed lengths as they hardened, growing longer, straighter along her smooth underside, past the small nipples buried in the fur there, until the trio of plump, drooling heads squeezed between her forelegs. Her gait slowed as they rubbed together, causing even more musky pre-cum to scent the air.

Something grabbed her wrist, and Amelia stopped walking, then turned and looked down at her side. She really was tall now - at least 13 feet tall while standing from her feet to her ears, she guessed. Well over twice the height of her boyfriend. The wolf's needy eyes stared up at her as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his deliciously muscular chest. The wolftaur smirked and looked around, then shrugged. If he couldn't wait, who was she to deny him? Between her hind legs, her tripled-up sheaths surged in thickness as her knots swelled slowly larger and larger, but even now they looked like softballs in furry white sleeves.

"Oooooh, Ameliummffff..."

Her boyfriend's muzzle and head disappeared into her cleavage after she pulled her shirt up, exposing the immense melons to the air. Her hands groped down his backside, clutching at his rump as her trio of thick shafts flexed and bucked, eager for a chance to test out her boyfriend's cute, firm little butt. His body squirmed and wriggled against her as his hands reached for her nipples, and Amelia's eyes closed with pleasure as her scent overwhelmed the black-furred wolf completely.

"Mmff mfff just one thing," the wolf gasped, popping his head just barely free of Amelia's cleavage. "I know... I can't satisfy all your needs alone, so I have a few friends coming to help. I told them how great you are and I know I can't keep you all to myself..."

Amelia lifted her head and glanced around as she used a paw to stuff her boyfriend back down in her cleavage where he belonged. A pack of half a dozen wolves stood just down the path, clearly the friends he rang up. They stared at her and she watched their eyes going from her lush, huge breasts to her quivering, overfilled balls, to the trio of massive arousals vibrating between her forelegs and against the belly of her squirming, moaning, half-naked boyfriend. The group was obviously aroused based on the wet spots in their shorts and pants. Her tail flicked and the purple and white wolftaur's warm, velvet laughter echoed through the park, perking the ears of everyone who listened...

The End