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The snow white centaur and his mate had been trying to conceive for over a year but were never successful so he decided to go to the local witch doctor for some help. She gave him a powder mixed with water to take and he did. Upon returning to the clearing in the forest they called home his wife, a woman of 5'0" stood waiting for him with flesh that matched his fur. The sun seemed to glisten along her silken strands of golden hair falling over her shoulders, covering the rosy nipples of her perky breasts and stopping at her waist.

"Well? What did she say?"

Eyes of emerald widened in anticipation as she stared at his soft face, his own brown eyes peering down into hers.

"Well, she gave me something to take, but I don't know if it'll really work, I have my doubts..."

Pulling her rounded shoulders into a shrug she'd step forward, the grass bending beneath her light steps. Every movement seemed to flow as water did down a calm stream. Three paces brought her close enough to slide her arms around his waist and press her breasts into the chiseled abs of his moon kissed stomach, her delicate arms seeming even smaller when they wrap around him. Even with his doubts the act of trying was always a joyful one, so he'd smile down at her and run a hand through her hair lovingly, fingers trailing through the long locks.

"I take it you're ready to attempt this again?"

His eyes roved over her with a playful smirk on his lips, clearly already knowing the answer. All she had to do was nod. Not even a second after, he'd grab her upper arms and twist her around then force her to lean over. Like a rag doll, her body obeyed his every command, bending at the waist to allow his already prepared twelve inch member to begin penetrating her. Only the soft, tender flesh of his head rested inside of her at the moment, his arms moving away from hers to slide beneath them and rub her breasts in small circles. The gentle gasp of him forcing himself into her followed by the low moan at the teasing sounded like a sweet melody to him, urging him to slide in further. In order to do this he had to let go of her with one hand and place it on her back, guiding her to bend over more until her hands were able to grasp her calves. Walking forward slowly, his member would sink into her more and more, inching its way into her tight canal. When he starts pumping slowly, he lets out little moans of pleasure at first, but as he felt her becoming even tighter, he'd smile in surprised appreciation, looking down at his wife and sliding his hand up and down her spine a little, rubbing her back affectionately.

"Mmm, how-" Being forced silent by his wife tightening even further, he'd gasp, leaning forward now. His gasp was greeted by a groan that started low and became louder over a few seconds.

"Are you doing this?" he manages to ask.

"I'm not doing anything; I think it's you who is growing."

His eyes widening in surprise, he'd freeze inside of her halfway in. 'The pills, are they doing this?' he asked himself, but didn't have time to continue the thought, for his companion wanted much more than what he had given her; when he paused she'd push herself backwards, forcing him to slide along her narrow walls until she felt his head clear it and just barely penetrate her cervix.

"Oh god!" she gasped, "I've never felt you like this before!"

Groaning at his head being squeezed by her walls and then clenched down on by her cervix, he could only buck in response, sending himself another three inches into her and causing her to lurch forward. She would have fallen if it wasn't for his hands moving down to catch her by the arms. Knowing she couldn't get away from him now, had she wanted to, she could do nothing but give a throaty moan as he pushes himself into her harder. What should have been to the base of his cock didn't even come close. A foot in length slid into her followed by another inch, and then another. Groaning deeply, he'd arch his back and slam home, forcing all eighteen inches of his cock into her, impaling her on his now-massive equine shaft. Adoring the scream wrenched from his wife, he'd grind against her hips, forcing his head to rub against the wall of her womb, pressing into it.

"You're so tight, I can't believe I fit!" he cries exultantly, letting his eyes close to fully appreciate the sensations coming from his enlarged phallus.

With her eyes closed as well, she'd move her right hand beneath her and rub his cock from the head down to the bottom of her abdomen. The outline of it was clearly visible, with the head starting at a few inches below her ribs and disappearing at her crotch.

"Ugh, it's stretching so much more!" she groaned, partly in pain, but mainly from the immense pleasure brought from him swelling inside of her; if he hadn't penetrated her when he did he definitely couldn't have fit now.

Rocking his hips back he'd slide most of the way out, then jam himself into her again, crying out when his head smashed against her wall again. She'd writhe in his grasp when her womb had to stretch to accommodate him, her feet lifting off the ground and her back arching, all her weight taken on his dick without even a sag. When she was able to get control of herself, she'd place her feet back on the ground and pull her hips forward when he pulled back, sliding back when he went forward, moving in counterpoint to his vigorous thrusts. She was pretty sure he might break through her, but she really didn't give a damn.

Both of them panting heavily after repeating this a little while longer, he'd let out a roar as he explodes inside of her, letting go of her arms to wrap his own around her chest and hold her close, trembling as the pleasure courses through his body, setting his nerves ablaze with sensation. Her left arm wraps around her waist, squeezing near the bottom of his shaft while her right hand rubbed harshly along the portion of his head against her stomach. Her breathing went from pants to not breathing for a few seconds when she felt a spurt of cum, then gasping in the half-second before the next load. No matter how tight her arm was about her waist, it couldn't hold back the amount of fluid being spurted into her, causing the portion above her left arm to start bulging out while the rest of it was forced back against him, his own seed shoving against his cock and sliding along it in a flow along his shaft, being churned by the pressure of the cum still being released and splashing out onto the source of it all: the softball-sized balls hanging heavily behind his cannon, clenching and releasing rhythmically as they continue to release their thick, gooey gift into her.

After all of what he had to offer was out, he'd slowly slide out of her, moaning when his engorged flare popped back into the confines of her tunnel and dragged along it, the removal requiring a good deal of effort. When it slides completely out, the woman would stand up and moan as well, enjoying the feeling of a gallon of liquid gushing out of her, splattering onto the ground and instantly creating a sizeable puddle, though a lot of it coats her thighs and legs as it runs out. Turning around, she'd lean to the side and stare at his member in amazement.

"It... it's still growing."

He didn't have time for much of a reaction before she crawled beneath him and knelt in front of his member. Admiringly, she'd slide her fingertips over the leaking tip and down his shaft, listening to him whimper in excitement.

"It's not just your dick that has grown..." she remarks, the smile evident in her voice as her hands move further back, hefting the huge orbs and marveling at their weight, but enjoying the soft, leathery feel and slightly veiny texture of them.

'This might be harder than I thought...' she thinks to herself.

The length was intimidating enough, but even more so was how wide he was. He had become easily three and a half inches across, probably too big for her throat, but she might as well try. Sliding her hands back down the length, she'd grab just below his head and open her mouth, using both hands because one didn't nearly fit completely around the thick shaft. Her lips would touch about an inch in from the sides of the flare, thankfully deflated from its post-orgasmic size, but she'd squeeze her mouth down over it carefully just the same. Her teeth only grazed along it and didn't scratch harshly, she made sure of that, but she actually sighed in relief when it popped into the warm and wet cavity of her mouth. Now came the hard part, getting him into her throat... Once he was in there was the matter of getting enough oxygen, but she'd ride that bronco when she reached it. Inhaling through her nose until her lungs could hold any more she'd open up her throat and start letting the hot air out, hoping the action might help her throat remain as wide as possible. Very, very slowly her lips crept down his length, her head pausing a moment when the tip tickled her tonsils. Closing her eyes she'd think 'I can do this, if this could fit inside me one way, it can go the other!'

Wanting to get him in as quickly as possible she'd decide to thrust her mouth forward, but the plan would backfire. Oh, the head squished into her throat just fine, she had given it no other option, but the speed of it forced her tonsils against her throat harder than expected. Her eyes flew open when the pain struck and her throat collapsed around him hungrily, as if trying to squish his head and get it down quicker, squeezing on all sides at once while her tongue popped up to press against the bottom of his shaft as she screamed in pained shock, making her vocal chords vibrate, thrumming against his silken head. She wanted desperately to pull away, but would not allow herself that. Instead she'd jam her head down further, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her throat, its girth distending it slightly. Each labored breath she took caused her throat to tighten around his shaft and head and then release, pulsing visibly.

When she finally got used to his size, she'd work her tongue, sliding it from side to side along the new piece of him in her mouth and rubbing along it, sort of massaging and getting it ready for the tight space to come. For awhile everything seemed to go fine. Amazingly, she had gotten sixteen inches in and was only four inches from the base, her goal in sight, but then he started expanding again, apparently the expansion happening each time he attained a new level of lust. Groaning loudly, she'd watch as his base extended farther from view, his head pressing against the side of her stomach, her back sliding along his belly as she is pushed back by the extending prick. She liked the feeling, but at the same time knew it'd be more work. Gulping the best she could, and therefore causing her already stretched-out throat to squeeze even more, she'd start sliding down again.

Closing her eyes, she inched her mouth down him, moving slowly, just as she did at the beginning. The pressure of his head now poking the bottom wall of her stomach and the gasp that elicits from her husband makes her groan in both pleasure at doing such a good job, but also in pain from the unnatural penetration. The groan was echoed by her partner as well, the vibrations travelling up so much of his shaft causing his knees to buckle a little, pressing down on her kneeling form before he catches himself. He loved feeling her insides get tighter around him, but the acids of her stomach were affecting him as well. The pleasure combined with pain sent him over the edge with a throaty moan, his head snapping back with a feral cry of deepest ecstasy, a very primal sound that fits this most primal of activities. Pumping directly into her stomach as he is, the amount of cum soon exceeds the volume of acid by a great deal, providing relief from the pain and a second swelling of her abdomen, her cum-filled belly growing and growing as his balls empty themselves into her.

Once the flow abated, leaving her looking pregnant already, she'd slowly pull herself off of him and then crawl out from beneath him. When she was able to, she stood up and turned to face him, smiling to herself when she saw the contented look on his face and the tired one in his eyes. Taking a step forward, she'd wrap her arms about his waist and nuzzle his chest happily, mumbling: "I think it definitely worked this time."

His initial response was to hug her to him and yawn, the seemingly impossible things his body went through bringing exhaustion around much earlier than usual.

"I think so too..."

Pulling away from him, the woman lowered herself carefully down into the grass, her love following suit so she can snuggle into his warmth and use the short fur of his lower body as a backrest/pillow, cradling her full belly just as he cradles her. But, before sleep draws them both into its own sweet embrace:

"I love you Naomi."

"I love you too Hart..."