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Emotional Weight

Shopping!

Shopping was always Ashley’s favorite thing to do. Not only did it let her pick up all the pretty clothes and accessories that she wanted, but it was also a great opportunity to show off her perfect body, from her striking orange fur to her perfect curves and her taut, flat belly. She was proud of that body, so of course she’d show it off at the mall with a short skirt and a crop top. Didn’t everyone? These were the 2000s, after all, the age of the mall!

Well, she supposed that the less fortunate girls in her class didn’t. But that was really their fault for being ugly, or fat, or whatever other excuses they used. Like all those emo kids. She was quite thankful – to herself, of course – that she wasn’t one of those sad, dramatic girls. Nope! She and her friends, Sabrina and Birgit, a German shepherd and leopard respectively, were all perfect, pretty, and happy as they were, each one working hard to keep that up with frequent visits to the gym, thick layers of makeup, immaculate grooming and expensive hair salons, everything really, because there was nothing more important than being perfectly happy and comfortable in your body. Except maybe drawing the attention of boys, that certainly felt good too, especially now that she and her friends were all adults.

All of that was beside the point, anyway. The last thing she wanted to do during a shopping trip was think about all the losers at her school. No, today was a fun day to spend all the money her parents gave her, and the local mall was the absolute best place to do that!

She was so excited that by the time she, Sabrina, and Birgit all reached the mall, she was almost bouncing, already imagining what kind of pretty dresses she’d buy. The mall welcomed them as it always did, doors sliding open into the main central area, with a big fountain and a food court above them on the second floor, where she could already smell the delicious faux-Italian cooking that they’d have a bite of at the end of the day! This was the kind of urban beauty that’d never fade; a shopping experience that nothing in the future could ever replace!

She gazed across the ground floor, admiring the finely crafted fountain – perfectly sculpted by the power of mass production – before looking at the directory of stores, also placed just at the entrance.

“So, what do you girls wanna buy today?” she chirped, turning around to face the slightly less pretty – but lovely – girls she always hung out with. Even the people at the mall knew them by now, and that was the kind of fame that really got to her sometimes. But she was nothing but humble; when you were both popular and perfect, you kind of had to be humble, or it’d really go to your head.

“Well, I was kinda thinking I needed a full makeover,” Sabrina said, her tail wagging. “I mean like, you know, new hairdo and all that.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun,” Birgit replied in the same excited tone. “New hair, new nails, maybe even a whole new outfit!”

Of course, the three girls would ultimately come out of the mall looking just as preppy as they always did, bar for perhaps some new colors. Well, they would have, if it weren’t for a certain new store having opened in the mall.

“What’s this one? I think it’s new!” Sabrina said, pointing at a name on the directory list. A little new hair-and-nail salon on the top floor. “Sweet Darkness? That sounds kinda emo.”

It did sound pretty “emo”. But somehow, they all felt compelled to go anyway, as if the name of the store alone had a kind of fateful gravity. There was just something alluring about it, though perhaps it was just the “sweet” part of the name. Either way, Ashley didn’t think much about it. The vixen didn’t need to think, most of the time. She had money and boys who could do the thinking for her when it was absolutely necessary, anyhow.

Up they went to the top floor, all three of them, via the elevator. She had no idea why they even had stairs. Who would ever use those when the elevator was an option?

The owner of Sweet Darkness was a chubby raccoon who wore dark makeup to make her eyes look even more intense. Normally, that was totally the wrong vibe for Ashley and crew, and she would’ve turned around instantly – not even bothering to consider it, because how could a place where the owner didn’t care about her own appearance be any good? – but this time, the moment she made eye contact with her, there was a kind of shiver along her spine. The eyeshadow made her strangely purple eyes deeply compelling, glimmering as if demanding that Ashley give her salon a chance.

And so, she stepped inside, followed by Sabrina and Birgit, a little confused as to what she was doing, but it certainly felt good to just follow those oddly commanding eyes.

“Hey, girls. You lot up for some makeovers?” the salon’s proprietor grinned. “I bet we could have all three of you looking brand new and awesome in no time at all!”

She was dressed in a striped skirt and a long-sleeved leather jacket over a purple band shirt that nonetheless were both cropped to leave some space for her pudgy belly. Ashley couldn’t believe someone would want to look like that, but at the same time, there was that urge developing in her mind as she stared into the raccoon’s eyes, barely able to tear her gaze away from her.

“I mean… sure?” Sabrina replied.

“Yeah, why not?” Birgit added. They both sounded oddly dazed, in stark contrast to their usual cheery, preppy selves. The salon smelled like some kind of musky incense, which only added to the strange effect.

“Well, in that case, why don’t you all sit down?” the raccoon grinned. “Should only take me a moment to get all of you done.”

They did so. The seats were, at least, comfortable.

“Uhm… what are we doing again?” Sabrina suddenly asked. “We’re not into like… this style.”

“Aren’t we?” Ashley asked. It was suddenly almost impossible to remember if she was or not. But then, she found herself with a milkshake in one hand, placed there by the raccoon as she quickly started working on the vixen’s hair. It was a beautiful, natural blonde, but the raccoon grinned, holding a few bottles of unmarked dye.

That… wasn’t what she was supposed to like, was it? Ashley took a sip of the milkshake to try to clear her mind. There was something so very off about this whole situation. This was the kind of place she wouldn’t have touched with a ten-foot pole, and yet she felt so comfortable as the raccoon began to dye her long, flowing hair.

It felt more like a dream than anything. She watched the raccoon work, naturally dying little stripes into her hair. Red, leaving a stripe of her natural blonde, then orange, blonde, yellow... until finally ending with an eye-catching violet. It looked just like a raccoon’s tail, she thought, just way more colorful, which was a style she certainly hadn’t ever even dreamt of having – she kinda hated it, in fact – but watching her hair get ruined filled her with a kind of pleasant melancholy.

Wait, weren’t those pride colors? Sure enough, her hair was starting to look like a rainbow, with long bangs dyed in those colors, but… she was totally straight, wasn’t she?

Suddenly, distracting her from the hair, her shirt felt a little tight around her belly. Huh. I can’t be gaining weight, can I? It’s just one milkshake.

And yet, she was mortified to find that when she pulled her shirt up ever so slightly, it was to the sight of a belly that was a lot softer and rounder, nowhere near as flat as her perfect, muscular, taut belly was supposed to be!

“Um, something’s wrong,” she stuttered, but the raccoon kept working. It was as though the dye was soaking into her head rather than just her hair, leaving her feeling dizzy and… dark.

“Naw, you’re just getting a much-needed makeover, dear,” the raccoon laughed. There was a meanness to her voice, but Ashley didn’t really register it. “Just enjoy your milkshake. Your hair is almost done, and then you just relax until it’s time to pick out some clothes. Courtesy of the salon!”

Ooh, free pretty clothes. Yet, Ashley’s mind immediately sprung not to her usual preppy style, but something darker, something edgier, like what the raccoon was wearing. Soon, the raccoon had finished her subtly transformative work, letting the dye do the rest as she moved onto Sabrina, and then Birgit.

Ashley’s top began to feel so tight that she felt like she couldn’t breathe, until she had to pull it off completely, only to find that her breasts had swelled to match her newfound heft to something like D-cups, barely fitting in her bra at all. And they kept growing. The vixen could barely breathe as her tits, the moment she unclasped her bra in a dull panic, grew obscenely large, from the already big size to something like double F-cups, to the point she was worried she’d need custom-tailored shirts. Everyone would be fixated on them bouncing and jiggling as she walked, she realized, her body so deeply sexualized that she’d never be able to hide any of it.

Something was definitely wrong, but hadn’t she always wanted this? To be ruined somehow, and- the thought kept slipping from her head, until it finally came into focus- wasn’t she jealous of the emo style, and of having a little more curves and soft pudge for the boys… no, not boys, she wanted girls. Or did she? Why was it so hard to think clearly?

While Ashley was wrestling with those strange thoughts – and her suddenly growing body – the raccoon dyed Sabrina’s hair a solid black, short in the front and long in the back with dramatic bangs, which Ashley for some reason thought might be called a wolfcut, and finally, Birgit’s a hot, almost neon purplish pink with black tips. For the leopard, she even tied a little ribbon into her hair. Certainly, they were completely unlike anything the three had sported before, eye-catching and undeniably emo.

They were gaining weight, too. Those pretty, tight clothes they had been so proud of didn’t quite fit anymore, and with the raccoon’s encouragement, it wasn’t long before all three girls were completely naked to let their bodies swell and change, each one blessed with large, pillowy breasts, rounder thighs, bellies – bellies, for god’s sake, none of them wanted it, but yet it felt so right to just let things happen in the moment as the dyes soaked into their minds – and of course, each one with a round, soft ass to perfect the look.

But that wasn’t even close to the end of changes. Helpfully – and with a certain pride in what her secret concoction had done – the raccoon held up a mirror for Ashley. She looked a hundred pounds or more overweight, barely recognizing herself before she realized that the reflection matched her own motions.

She looked terrible! Or, well, that was only her first thought. But as Ashley thought about it, she kind of liked looking unconventional. It was the perfect way to express her melancholia to the masses. And seeing her friends also change, each growing chubby and then outright heavy kind of made her excited, in a weird, forbidden way.

But none of those were the big changes. Those began when all three girls suddenly felt the same kind of tingling, just above their bare pussies.

Ashley was the first to gasp as she saw her clit start to swell, twitching and throbbing as it grew. The others joined her soon enough, Sabrina outright moaning as she touched the growing nub. Soon Ashley’s didn’t look like a clit at all, it looked like a small cock, marring her perfectly soft, feminine appearance, and yet, it felt so damn good to watch it twitch to life, stiffening and jutting out as it looked more and more like the cocks boys had, and then bigger, her new canine cock growing and growing into a plump, massive sheath – she barely even noticed the just-as-big balls that were beginning to take shape underneath it, with how focused she was on the pleasure radiating from her oversized new shaft – and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide that either, probably having to just go completely pantsless with her obscene new addition that nonetheless made her feel darkly proud in a completely perverse way.

The raccoon didn’t stop. She walked around the three changing girls, adding her own, personal touch of makeup to each of their faces. Smoky eyeshadow, purple on the fox, black on the shepherd, and a dramatic flair of green on the leopard. Black lipstick on all three, too, with the same transformative properties as the hair dye, each one’s lips growing plump and rather noticeable, or downright impossible to ignore.

Ashley idly found herself wanting to wrap her tingling lips around a cock, but her pussy – which remained beneath her swollen balls – wanted to do the same even more, soaking her heavy, soft thighs with excitement. She had already stained the seat, but the raccoon didn’t seem to mind, humming as she continued their makeovers according to her own rather kinky desires.

She had never liked preps, even back when she was, herself, in high school, and so it was quite delightful – in a detached, vengeful kind of way – to transform them like this, her knowledge of alchemical pseudo-chemistry finally paying off. The added chub, the massive tits on each girl, not to mention the beautiful sheaths that ensured they’d be seen in quite a different light from now on.

Suddenly, she heard Birgit gasp, and both she and Sabrina turned to look. The leopard was just as fat as they were, with enormous, heaving tits, and her belly lined with slightly puffy nipples just like their own – it struck Ashley that she had never seen her friend naked – and of course, a thick, pulsing shaft that made the vixen drool with a strange flavor of lesbian lust. But that wasn’t what had caught her eye and attention; it was the fact that she was growing an udder. Like a cow.

Ashley expected her to panic. Who would ever want an udder? Yet, Birgit didn’t. Instead, she moaned happily, squeezing one of the growing teats. More than Ashley or Sabrina, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying becoming a monstrously sexual form of herself, neon-pink hair framing a face of smoky makeup – running with tears of joy and pleasure – as she fondled herself, barely able to decide if she wanted to rub the growing udder or her aching cock. Ashley thought that it looked wonderfully attractive, if only because of her enthusiasm, and she wanted to take that cock and utterly ruin herself, leaving her body pregnant, marred, and yet in some way twisted way, deeply perfect, so as to reflect her new, darkened, and dramatic soul.

“That should be about that,” the raccoon proprietor grinned. And then she moved to lock up the salon, lowering the blind so that nobody could see inside. She kept humming merrily while doing it, along to the tune of some undoubtedly emo song only she could hear deep in her head. “If you girls need to take some pressure off, be my guests. Should let those cocks fit under something at least. And hey, we’re all lesbians here!”

…was she? Suddenly Ashley couldn’t shake the feeling that she was, as she looked at the chubby curves of her friends – by now they were all at least probably two hundred pounds overweight, barely able to fit into the salon’s seats with love handles and everything – and she knew she should’ve been turned off by it, despairing about her own body while she was at it, but instead her arousal spiked, a gnawing emptiness settling inside her. And it wasn’t just the woe-is-me complaining of her mind realizing she’d never be as pretty as those prep girls, it was a hunger, a need to be filled with something to give her warmth, meaning… and motherhood.

She stood up as if in a trance, struggling for a moment to find her balance in her new, bloated form, and then stumbled over to Birgit, who was still moaning happily, all but openly masturbating as she stroked her massive cock.

“H-how can you… be so into this?” she asked, voice stuttering halfway between panicked anxiety and ravenous lust. “There’s something wrong. Something is so wrong, we’ve been changed into-”

“Mmh, nothing’s wrong,” the leopard smiled. “I feel sooo much sexier like this. But y-yeah, it’s… different.”

“Should we- should we run?” Ashley asked. Not that she really could run. And if she could, her own bouncing cock would probably trip her up. But it felt so damn good just having it there, an odd urge to slide it inside one of her friends almost intense enough to overcome the shuddering distaste of what she was becoming.

“You’re not enjoying this?” Birgit huffed, almost sounding surprised. “Why don’t you hop into momma’s lap and we’ll get you feeling better?”

Wow. She had always been the most maternal of the three, but not to that degree. And she definitely hadn’t been a lesbian before. Even then, Ashley definitely needed the offered comfort, and so, she climbed into Birgin’s spotty lap, the leopard’s cock wedged firmly beneath her as their heavy-set bellies squished together in the most sensual of ways. She couldn’t help herself, and soon – in just a few hesitant heartbeats – her soft paws were all over the leopard, exploring those new fatty curves and bulges of her body, focused more than anything on her udder. It felt so big and warm and soft, a beautifully dramatic contrast to the heated stiffness, of her shaft which glided effortlessly against her sopping wet folds.

It'd be so easy to get pregnant. The thought was quickly becoming an obsession. The old Ashley would never have wanted to be a mother, to wreck her body like that, but now it seemed like she had to. After all, her pillowy body was perfectly suited for the task with hips so wide and breasts so bountiful. Not just that. She also wanted to get even bigger, and the growth had stopped, which meant pregnancy was the only way to really make her belly swell!

“Oh, you’d look so cute with an even bigger belly!” she heard Sabrina exclaim, as if coincidentally. Maybe they had developed similar kinks. “…and me, too! Oh, to be a mother, how divine!”

She had that dramatic tone in her voice, like a theater kid who had gotten particularly horny. Flamboyant as hell, and yet, Ashley found that sexy too, suddenly wanting to fuck her friend senseless until her dark mascara and eyeliner were both running down her cheeks, and then grant her a beautiful pregnancy too. She had no idea how a cock-based orgasm would feel, but the urge was overwhelming.

Ashley shifted a little, then swept her flamboyant, rainbow-patterned hair out of her eyes to look down between her legs. Her cock throbbed, sandwiched between their two bellies, and she realized that she couldn’t see any further down because of how fat she was. Yet, she wanted more.

“Let me take care of you,” Birgit groaned. “Hey, Sab, help guide me in.”

Instantly, the shepherd was on her knees, eager to help the two friends – soon to be lovers – since neither of them could actually reach the leopard’s cock to help guide it in. She grasped the rigid length, guiding it up, coaxing Ashley to shift just enough that she could smush the slick, precum-dripping tip against the vixen’s folds, and then between them.

“Now just sit down and we’ll make a cute mother out of you,” the leopard groaned, fighting the urge to thrust. She really did want to take care of her friends, having developed a strangely nurturing personality as a result of her transformation, and right now that nurturing meant giving Ashley exactly what she needed but seemed a little afraid of accepting.

The raccoon simply watched with a grin on her face as Ashley was caught in a brief struggle between that fading urge to stay beautiful and perfect, and the one that told her what she really needed. She knew where it’d end up: the same place it had for all of her clients. For some reason, nobody had really noticed that people were slowly being changed, but that was just fine by her.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long before Ashley made her decision. She sat down, moaning with shameless joy as Birgit’s enormous cock spread her wide open, stretching her pristine pussy around itself as gravity and instincts took over fully.

“O-oh my god,” she stuttered, struggling to breathe with just how big her friend was, and more than that, because she knew she was taking an unprotected cock into her very fertile and vulnerable pussy. But it felt so good. So, she let herself slip deeper, her massive breasts bouncing as she finally hilted herself on Birgit’s cock, feeling it throb inside her almost threateningly. But playing with that danger felt far too amazing to resist, and the vixen already knew that she wouldn’t pull herself off before the inevitable, sticky, belly-swelling end.

Of course, she really couldn’t realistically pull off anyway, owing to all that extra girth she had suddenly picked up. But that didn’t matter.

Slowly, Ashley began to rock back and forth on Birgit’s shaft, the two women both moaning in sweet unison. They’d all be leaving the salon with a fresh load of virile cum in their pussies, and she just couldn’t wait, embracing her proverbial doom as she rode her friend, stiffly at first but quickly finding a perfect rhythm that had their nipples brushing against each other, at least until Ashley couldn’t resist anymore, her hands diving into that soft fluff between them and caressing both Birgit’s breasts and her equally hefty udder, tugging on each teat while moving her hips in gyrating little circles.

They both kept throbbing. If there was more space, she would’ve told Sabrina to jump on her cock, too, but that’d have to wait.

Her whole being felt like it was melting in the leopard’s lap, overcome by all the sensations. It was enough to make even her feel good, despite the depressed emo aesthetic she so loved no matter how troubled she was, the sheer girth of cock rubbing every sensitive spot inside her all at once was too much to even dream about being sad while it was forcing its way into her warm, wet comforts.

Oh, god. The moment was getting close. That sweet moment of climax and fertilization. Of her finally being complete. By now, Birgit was twitching wildly inside her, readying herself to do her duty as a lesbian with a massive cock. The old Ashley would’ve taken that as a warning. This new, improved one took it as a promise and rode as hard as her chubby body would allow, bouncing on that shaft with wild abandon, flamboyant rainbow locks crowning an expression of pure pleasure, forgetting about everything but that deep-set biological imperative to be seeded.

“Time to… f-fuck, time to become a mom,” Birgit groaned, though not in a mocking or degrading tone, but one full of warm, lusty compassion as her hands gripped Ashley’s hips hard, suddenly holding her in place.

That was when she felt it, and she was instantly addicted. The heavy first throb of her seeding. She couldn’t breathe or think, knowing what was happening, and only a split second later, there was that unfamiliar but immediately recognizable bloom of wet, thick warmth inside her. She was being inseminated, fertilized, bred.

She came so hard that the orgasmic contractions of her overstimulated pussy alone would’ve been enough to make her forget all about her former self, and then some, practically vibrating as she thrashed about in back-arching, tit-jiggling pleasure atop Birgit’s spurting cock. And she kept at it, her body milking Birgit hard, squeezing out every last drop of virile pleasure that those oversized balls could muster. She felt so full, and finally, complete, her formerly slim body completely unrecognizable, and it’d be more so once her belly swelled with life.

Finally, she slumped down on top of the leopard, panting with the exertion of it all, certainly not wanting to move for a good few minutes as her body soaked up the cum that’d been pumped into her.

There was a kind of bliss to it, as much as she’d dramatically mourn the loss of her old body. She didn’t want it back, but it’d make for good song lyrics or something, if she started singing. Or maybe a sad story she could post somewhere. Woe is me, she thought, though it was almost impossible to feel anything like sadness at the moment. That’d come later, when she wasn’t completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

But she felt another need, too. Her cock hurt with how hard it was, every last inch that protruded from her enormous, fuzzy sheath, and that was when she had another idea. Slowly, Ashley peeled herself off Birgin’s shaft, feeling her copious load leaking out over her naked legs, and turned her attention to Sabrina, who immediately knew what they should do.

“Your turn,” Ashley huffed, struggling back onto her feet and approaching Sabrina, who was already leaning over the counter with her round, enormous ass stuck out invitingly, her slit visibly soaked from watching and eager for a creamy filling of her own, without the slightest worry about the pregnancy it’d cause. Her own, so far neglected cock bounced and twitched with excitement as the shepherd wiggled her ass with anticipation.

“Mm, I’m gonna be such a beautiful emo mom,” she huffed. “All pregnant, and all-”

She quickly went quiet as Ashley got into position behind her and nudged her tapered tip against her friend’s soft pussy. The contact was electrifying, a gush of precum practically injected into her by the reflexive throb of her vulpine cock making its very first contact with a warm and welcoming pussy, and the next motion – her hips thrusting – was barely voluntary at all, her shaft sinking several inches into that blissful, wet, hot, damn near vice-like embrace.

“J-just like that! Oh my god, your cock is a-ma-zing!” Sabrina exclaimed in that typical dramatic style, her black locks waving as she rocked back against Ashley’s cock.

It was one of those things that Ashley had never even thought about before, how it’d feel to have a cock like the boys did and why they were all so obsessed with using them. In that moment, she understood perfectly, because it turned out that the sensation was heavenly, just as amazing – if not more so – than getting stuffed and bred herself.

She thrusted clumsily, not exactly used to having a cock – much less one so big that it felt like it left no blood for her brain at all when hard – but the feeling of sliding in and out of Sabrina’s wet body was incredible, each thrust flooding her body with dopamine. Of course she wasn’t going to last long; Birgit hadn’t despite her maturity, and really, nobody with a cock lasted for very long the first time, but that was alright. All she wanted, right now, was to feel that growing pressure in her heavy balls explode into the shepherd’s welcoming body, especially because she knew how good it’d feel for her.

And how adorable she’d look when she was pregnant, with a massive belly. Maybe some stretch marks to really drive home that look of maternity, while also providing some beautiful scars that’d complement their new emo looks so well. So she kept rutting, moaning with pleasure and panting with the exertion that her corpulent form struggled to muster, but driven by hormones and biology itself, she managed, sliding her cock in and out of Sabrina’s clenching pussy until she felt like was actually going to burst, the tension growing to a fever pitch of uncontrollable, shivering, frantic thrusts and whimpering staccato moans as her body prepared to unleash its very first load of cum. Not just that. Her very first load would be spent exactly as nature wanted it to; deep inside a receptive female.

“I’m g-gonna-” she stutter-moaned, as all that pressure suddenly exploded forth, completely blanking out her mind with pleasure that surged forth from her overexcited, massive cock as it lurched and swelled inside Sabrina’s body.

Ashley didn’t have time to tie with her. Instead, with her knot grinding against Sabrina’s entrance, she surrendered to the clenching, squeezing, and heat, and she came hard. It was the best thing ever. Just fully emptying herself inside her chubby friend’s fertile depths, trembling uncontrollably as squirt after squirt of virile cum was pressure-injected into the shepherd’s very womb. She took it all with a happy, breathy moan, clenching wildly around Ashley’s throbbing cock, perfectly in tune with each pulse of belly-swelling cum that went off inside her. The sheer idea of what was happening, that she was siring life inside one of her best friends, was so deeply intoxicating that Ashley instantly knew she’d have to do it again and again. All thoughts of the boys were immediately forgotten; this was what she needed. Her two lesbian lovers.

Eventually, the panting vixen slipped out of Sabrina’s warm embrace, leaving her leaking just like Ashley herself was. That was a beautiful sight, too, and for a moment, she could do only one thing; breathe.

“Hey, Sabrina, come over here, mommy needs some babies too,” Ashley heard Birgit call out, suddenly almost ashamed that she’d forgotten that their third friend hadn’t had her pussy inseminated yet.

But that’d be easily fixed. Sabrina stumbled over, tail wagging, and her more masculine sex swollen and ready for a breeding even though her pussy had been quite fully satisfied. Ashley followed, only to find the leopard laying on the floor with her legs spread wide, her lust-slickened pussy eagerly on display and immediately ready to receive what she needed.

Ashley was too spent, but Sabrina hadn’t emptied her balls yet, and so she – just as eagerly as Birgit was presenting herself – crawled between the curvy, udder-adorned leopard’s legs to fulfill those fantasies of maternity. And in that moment, Ashley had another idea, dawning on her just as Sabrina sunk her tapered, canine cock into Birgit. The leopard had always liked paws, and so, she promptly sat down, lifting her big, soft paws to press them against her udder.

Sure enough, the normally composed Birgit nearly went into paroxysms at the combined sensations, moaning and thrashing as Ashley caught one of her teats between her toes, squeezing it gently while rubbing the entire swollen udder with her sole. It took maybe half a minute of that – and the other paw coming to press against her just as heavy tits – to bring the leopard into a squirming, loud, squirting orgasm that soaked the shepherd’s massive sheath with her juices, Sabrina nearly crying with pleasure as she tried to last at least a little longer, fighting against the clenching designed to make her cum.

She didn’t, in fact, last very long, and in just a few frantic thrusts, she seeded the leopard too, and did so deeply, ensuring that the udder would be put to use soon enough. Ashley watched, transfixed, as what length of Sabrina’s cock that didn’t fit inside Birgit throbbed and bucked, nearly getting hard again just because she knew exactly how the cumming leopard was feeling, that sweet heat blossoming inside her and ensuring a fruitful conception.

She moved her leg to rub her foot against Birgit’s soft, plump sheath instead, and the poor girl immediately came again, as pent up as those feminine parts had been. Sabrina groaned as she was milked again, mercilessly, until she too was hard again and rutting into the leopard’s cum-soaked pussy for another round while Ashley’s soft, warm paws slipped along the firm length of the leopard’s cock, milking her too, albeit in a much different and maybe even naughtier way. It was her reactions that really made it hot, the way she squirmed while being impregnated, sure, but also certainly the way her cock jumped at every little touch of her soft toes, until it was swelling up again, easily brought to a climax by the vixen’s surprisingly nimble paws.

Her last orgasm – just as Sabrina emptied another load of life-creating seed inside her pussy – splattered all over her swollen belly and enormous tits, painting them a beautiful contrasting white that almost, if you squinted, could work as part of the look, contrasting with her pink hair. She spilled that one last load as Sabrine drained everything she had into her pussy. Maybe she’ll have twins at this rate, Ashley thought, somewhat amused but also incredibly turned on.

Still, she didn’t have time for another ride. Not yet, not here. It was getting late; they had been in the salon getting transformed for almost an entire hour, and then several more rutting each other joyfully, consummating the budding new polyamorous lesbian relationship between them. Who needed men, anyway, when women could have cocks too? Much bigger cocks, and far more soft curves to grab onto when riding one.

Ashley finally stood back up with a happy little sigh. It was time to get dressed, and her old clothes had been completely ruined by her changing body. Of course, the proprietor of the salon had a little extra gift for them in that regard; they could hardly walk out of here looking like prep girls, could they?

Finally, all three girls, having satisfied their newfound urges, began to get dressed at the raccoon’s recommendation. It turned out that the treatment included a choice of appropriately emo clothing. Sure, their makeup was a little smeared and they’d probably have to redo it once they got home, but what did that matter, anyway? It just added to the whole emo look, as if they’d been crying from something other than pure pleasure.

Ashley had first picks, and she immediately picked up a black and white pleated skirt, and then an oversized t-shirt. She didn’t bother with a bra; there were hardly any that’d actually fit anyway, not without a tailor at hand. The raccoon did have a pair of stockings that she pulled on over her legs, though given the extra girth, both tore a little as she did. Ah well. Works for the look, Ashley thought, the dizziness finally starting to fade away. She also rather liked how obvious her big sheath was, bunched up just half-hidden by her skirt, it was such a delicious feeling of naughtiness.

Sabrina went for a black corset. Not that did much to hide her bulk. Fishnet sleeves. Birgit in turn chose something to fit that almost eye-searing pink hair of hers, clothing in a similar style with pink stripes, and otherwise fully black. All of them opted for skirts, of course, pleated for Sabrina and frilly for Birgit, who felt that it looked adorable on her. And that way, each could really display the goods to let everyone know they weren’t like other girls, if the enormous tits and eye-catching style weren’t enough. It was important to stand out if you were part of the scene, after all.

The pregnant emo scene. Chubby, pregnant emo. Oh well, Ashley thought. She’d make it work. Maybe they’d establish a whole new style of girls who just enjoyed food and let themselves grow before getting pregnant!

They all thanked the raccoon, apologizing for ever having any doubts – not to mention for their unforgivable lack of style when they first came in – and she simply grinned as she let them out and opened up her salon again.

Soon the entire town would look like them, which would make for a lot more eye candy. And they’d all be lesbians, which meant more fun for her. Lesbians with cocks. The raccoon giggled quietly to herself as she watched the three changed women waddle out of her salon, barely even bothering to hide the fact that they’d all been freshly fucked, much less their enormous sheaths.

Oh yes, this was only the beginning, she thought, rubbing her hands together gleefully.