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The night before, Ellie stood staring into the mirror, thinking about the promise her mother had made.

The year the bat had graduated highschool, her mother had caught her stuffing her bra. Staring at her daughter, her hand full of tissue and more crammed onto her chest, Victoria couldn't help but laugh.

"Mom!"

The one person Ellie couldn't stand being jealous of: Victoria Anderson, her mother with her perfect figure. Her mother with F-cup breasts, birthing hips, and discerning pout. Ellie frowned, she was always stuck in her shadow, but she didn't expect what came out of those lips next.

Looking down on her from her place in the doorframe, Victoria smiled and said, "If you don't grow into that body in 3 years, I'll get you a new one."

The night before she'd go under the knife, Ellie stood there in the nude and was disappointed that it had come to this. Her body was svelte and toned, but that was all that could be said. Everything about her was slender, small; in those 3 years Ellie hadn't even made her way out of her training bra.

She sighed, "I'm a stick."

It was then that she felt a familiar pressing against her back.

Victoria's chin rested on her daughter's head, and her arms lay wrapped around Ellie's waist.

"Nervous?"

Ellie stuttered out, "Yes."

"Don't worry sweetie, you won't have to worry about those mosquito bites much longer."

Victoria smiled as she left, leaving her daughter alone with her thoughts.

--

As she woke up, Ellie could feel their sheer weight on her chest. She looked down to see two massive J-cup tits on her chest, standing proud. They were finally hers, bigger than Victoria's, and topped with two puffy, black areolas to boot.

Yet that wasn't all. Victoria said a new body, didn't she?

As she raised herself from the table, she felt it. Ellie felt her fangs push into her plush, overfilled lips. Her lower lip nearly reached her chin, overfilled as it was. They stood out and folded with the slightest movement of her mouth.

Her back tensed when she ran a finger along her excessive pout. Huge fake tits, cocksucking lips, even her ass was filled with saline. Excessive was the only word she could find to describe herself now, and she just loved it.

Caught up in this feeling, in her newfound pride, Ellie didn't notice her mother enter the room. It was only when she pulled Ellie back that she even deigned to look over her shoulder.

As Ellie fell back into her mother's lap, Victoria whispered into her ear, "You love this new body, don't you?"

Ellie blushed.

"I've seen you look at me."

She couldn't deny it.

"I've heard you creak the door when I've had callers," she smirked, kneading her daughter's firm tits. "Hm, they've really improved these since I was your age."

"Delicate work with these as well," Victoria said as she pulled on a teat, raising a gasp out of Ellie. "Sensitive, are we?"

Ellie gasped, "Mom!"

Victoria withdrew, smirking.

"Still, we'll need to get you something that fits again," she sighed. "Nonetheless, I brought these for you, until we do."

"These" referred to a shirt and sweatpants: gray, bland, and concealing.

"Mom, could we-"

"Yes, hon?"

"Could we go shopping?"

--

Looking at herself in the mirror, Ellie felt a sense of anticipation that had been building inside of her for so many years. She saw the person she always wanted to be. As she looked over her shoulder, past a sporty ponytail, Ellie could see the white thong getting swallowed by her soft, gray flesh. She turned, showing the thick piercings on her tits tenting her crop top. Thick mascara coated her eyes, and several gold hoops hung from her ears.

"You look great, sweetie. Now, what were you thinking of for the bottom?"

"Hm," Ellie turned back around, manicured nails resting on her ass. "How about the gold leggings?"

"That's my girl!"

They made it up her calves with no problem, but when it came to her saline-filled ass, the leggings didn't have a chance. Little more than halfway through, she simply couldn't pull them up further, leaving her plastic cheeks for the world to see.

"Perfect," Ellie remarked as she gave her ass a light slap, watching as the force quivered down her thighs. Victoria smiled warmly as she watched on, she'd never seen her daughter light up like this, this proudly. However, she thought to herself, "Only one thing left to do."

"If you want to put that body through its paces", her mother said, as she held up a cellphone, "I have some friends you might want to talk to."

--

When she opened the hotel door, Ellie could feel their eyes on her: the six slitted pupils of a burly wolf and twin snow leopards. Before that, the twins were going back and forth, arguing over some picture on their phones. The wolf, on the other hand, laid back on the bed with a beer and remote at hand, surfing through the static. Now they only stared.

Victoria chuckled, closing the door behind her, "Ellie, meet the boys."

"Robert," she motioned to the one on the left, then the other,"and Todd."

"Hey Vicky."

"It's a pleasure, Ellie"

As they lowered their phones, Ellie swore she saw her mother on the screen, splayed and inviting. She knew they'd replace that soon enough.

"And everyone's favorite hunk, Rory!" she smiled at the wolf.

"You're too kind."

Three guys, all good looking, all used to be her mother's, and all looking at her with a hunger. Ellie would finally show them all who the top bitch was.

"Hmm," she smiled as she walked over to the twins, "where to start?"

Ellie pulled Todd into a rough kiss with one arm, groping his brother's crotch with her other hand. They were well endowed, no doubt about that.

She wanted to feel it all, she needed it: the feeling of his fangs and tongue fighting for space with her own, pressing into her plush, cocksucking lips. She could feel the hunger in them, in Todd's hands shoving aside her top, kneading her plastic tits, and in Rob's hand on her ass, caught between the flesh and the elastic. Out of the corner of her eye, she could even see the wolf, head on his mother's lap, staring at her with a hand on his knotted shaft.

It wasn't much longer until she pulled out of the kiss, looking to put her mouth to better use. As she kneeled, one brother already had his spined prick out, while the other feverishly tried to undo his belt. Ellie eagerly began her work, curling her tongue around the snow leopard's cock. She eased herself down, letting the spines drag along her overfilled pout. Ellie drew herself back up, sealing her lips around the red cockhead. Looking up as she bobbed, she could see his gritted teeth, feel his claws run through her hair, his baited breath as his cock twitched.

Just then, she was yanked by her ponytail over to Rob's dick. His other hand cradled her neck as he pulled her in. She planted a kiss on his sack, pulling a ball onto her waiting pout.

"That's right, worship it, you bitch."

She was brutishly pulled onto his dick as he began to thrust, forcing her down to the hilt as the spittle from her overfilled maw ran down his meaty shaft. She let her hands roam, wrapping her hand around a spined member and a knotted one.

Rory was staring down at her as she was pulled by her hair along another cock. Ellie's eye pulled itself away from his snarling face and looked down at what she held: 12 inches long, thick, veined and twitching. As she moved a hand towards his sheath, her hand strained to reach itself around his knot. Her hair slipped out of the leopard's grip as she turned to face Rory.

Ellie leaned forward, manicured claws wrapped around her massive, pierced tits.

"Only one place to put that fat thing," she said, letting the wolf plunge his shaft into her cleavage. Ellie bit her lip as she looked down, she'd enveloped everything but the tip. As she raised them, she reveled in her largeness. With that movement alone, the wolf had started to dribble pre.

"You love my fakes," Ellie crooned, shaking her overfilled silicone chest, "don't you wolfie?"

"Shit yes," he gunted, taking them into his hands, pressing harder into her firm flesh. As she saw the tip twitch, Ellie knew he'd never been driven like this; her mother had never taken Rory like this. She could feel his balls clench in her palms.

The wolf moaned, bucking his hips. In an instant, she was sprayed with ropes of white jizz, coating her face. The leopards, stroking their meat, followed suit.

Her mascara ran and lipstick smeared across her face. In the dim light, there was nothing of her left but the interplay of color: the red and blue dyes of her makeup, the white fluids and gold jewelry against the greys of her fur and flesh. Nothing left but her anticipation and need.

Ellie pulled what remained of her stained top over her head, wiping the extraneous fluid off of her face. She wasn't done yet, after all.

The wolf and the twins, despite their place slumped against the wall, still had more left in them. She lead the wolf and one of the twins (to be honest, she couldn't remember which) over onto the bed, leaving the other standing. Looking over her shoulder, she beckoned over to the leopard as she bent over, hands in the band of her leggings.

"Mind giving me a hand with these?"

She could feel his claws press into the silicone as he eased the leggings down her thighs. The white thong, soaked as it was, clung to her dripping mound. Ellie climbed onto the bed and turned, straddling Rory's thighs. She looked over her shoulder, pulling a cheek with her painted claws.

Ellie bit her lip as she forced herself down his length. She grunted, panting when her puckered asshole made it to his knot. With his hands on her hips, Rory pulled her back. She looked over at Todd, spreading her snatch. The leopard's tail flitted back in anticipation, nostrils flared from her scent, his pupils darted back and forth to catch the fluid that still clung to her dripping labia.

Wordlessly, he pulled her legs out from under her, forcing those slutty heels upwards. Rory locked them in his grip as he thrust, there was little effort, no attempt to be gentle as he lined her up for the leopard's thrusts. Todd stretched her to her limit, forcing his thorned meat into her. She looked over at the other twin, kneeling on the bed, member in hand. Taking it into her mouth the gluttonous Ellie basked in their need: in the knot slamming against her ass, in the twitching spines reaching the back of her throat, in the greedy hands pulling on her overfilled chest, in the tongue sucking on the hills of her areolae.

Rob yanked his member out of her mouth as he came, marking her snout with his come.

"More," she panted.

Rory and Todd thrusted deeper, slamming down to the hilt. She screamed as the wolf's knot popped, forcing ass her wide. She couldn't help but buck her hips, driving them further. The wolf and leopard snarled as they forced her to her limit.

Ellie cried, "Pound me like the plastic fuckdoll I am!"

They lurched, flooding her in every hole. She visibly leaked, cum dripping out around every plugged orifice.

Finally spent, Ellie heard a click.

Vicky had taken a photo.

A photo of her daughter: overfilled, panting, begging for more. She was just like her mother, and Ellie wouldn't have had it any other way.