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Nyra sighed contentedly, seated atop the hyper shaft of his doting lover. The horse he'd met on the street after taking his seventh man for his pregnancy had lasted weeks without being added to the baby bump. The bull had no shame for the cause. He was a good fuck, and he was loaded.

Turns out being a hyper with good genes can get you wealthy just selling your seed. The stallion in question, going by the name of Kantin, was estimated to have thousands of children via fertility clinics by this point, none of which he sought to meet. Relieving the pressure of his enhanced loads was a regular ritual since puberty.

And the forward manner in which he introduced himself to Nyra on the night of their meeting... he was drunk, and he is a very randy drunk. Kantin, sober, found it comforting to take the back seat to his new bull lover. He had more money than he knew what to do with, and the perpetually pregnant man had expensive tastes with no means of expressing them until he found his double barrel sugar daddy.

The latest of their lavish expenditures was reservations at Eros Ails, a mountain resort with a very high demand. Demand with limited space and an expectation of a certain level of luxurious exclusivity drove the prices up greatly.

Demand was also drummed up because the resort was owned and operated by a deity. Ambiguous as Nyra's pregnancy, Ailuros presented as a male, but insisted on being referred to as a goddess, with she/her pronouns. Deities tend to be able to get away with that sort of thing better than mortals can.

What really drew Nyra's attention was that Ailuros was a maternity goddess. Being a pregnant man himself, what better deity to seek out in reality?

Two days and neither Nyra or Kantin had seen the elusive heavenly owner. Not that they were searching too intently. At the moment Kantin could hardly see around his pregnant boyfriend's broad shoulders, his snout nuzzling into the creases of the defined back muscles the bull presented.

The lovers were in one of the open heated baths. Elsewhere in the chamber were a few other guests, but privacy screens were placed between individual baths, even though each was large enough to be a backyard swimming pool. Nyra had insisted on the one with the Goddess' statue fountain at one end, and not many would argue with him, displaying nine tattoos of his collected men on his enormously pregnant belly.

Tattoo-to-be number Ten was in the bath with them, an enamored alpaca with luscious curls of fur, equally lustrous waves of hair from his head, and an adorably wide rear that jutted out from the rest of his slender form.

Nyra grinned, beckoning to the delectable male before him. "Until your hands slip out of sight, you can still come out, you need only ask. But once they've passed my tongue, you're mine forever. Do you understand, my sweet?" His voice was tender and matronly, but the hunger and lust underpinning were just barely constrained beneath the surface. "Now, climb up and give me your feet, and we'll start."

Kantin rocked his hips once, keeping himself hard deep inside his lover. He was glad to be hidden behind the bull, because the bovine's 'diet' sent his cheeks into a flared blush, at its mention, being reminded of it...

Nyra had gotten to the point where just grinning at him when he caught the horse staring at his belly was enough to fluster the hyper stallion and send his pants straining. The bull told the stories of how each one was claimed, at least, the seven Kantin hadn't witnessed firsthand.

The horse gasped softly as he heard low, wet slurping. Peeking up over his lover's shoulder, he saw the alpaca was already thighs deep in the bull's jaws.

The broad bovine held a hand out for his prospective meal to grasp, a final connection to the outside world.

Grasping onto the larger hand with both of his own, the wooly camelid groaned as not a moment later he shot down a foot. The girth of his hips, which were so much wider than the rest of him, was no obstacle for such a talented 'mother' as Nyra.

Kantin watched, reaching his arms forward to dig into his lover's pecs while the alpaca was gulped down further, almost effortlessly vanishing into the powerful throat.

Nyra slurped, taking in the flavor of his chosen meal, until his lips met the underside of the other male's arms. The bull teasingly swallowed again, pressing those appendages to either side of the alpaca's face, before flexing his powerful arm and relaxing his throat, pulling the panting male back up until his cheeks bulged with the wide rear he'd so easily surmounted before.

The alpaca whimpered a little in pleasure and confusion, until he felt the reason he'd been partially disgorged. The camelid moaned out, his hair flopping over half of his face from his movements, which mostly consisted of writhing, focusing on rotating and gyrating his hips.

It became apparent immediately what was happening, especially when the tip of Nyra's tongue slipped past his lips, flexing and shifting, clearly covering the front of its morsel's pelvis. The unconventional fellatio lasted a few moments longer, before the bull swallowed powerfully, dragging the alpaca deeper again, once again down till his face and arms were all that showed outside of the powerful bovine body.

Kantin felt the subtle shift under Nyra's chest under his fingers, huffing and shooting a pint of pre deep inside his lover. He nuzzled slowly, holding in a needy whicker and doing his best not to thrust just yet.

While repeating the pull of the camelid back up to hip deep with one hand, Nyra reached his other hand back to stroke over his lover's snout, a wordless appreciation of the equine's restraint. At the same time, the burly bovine slurped lewdly, eliciting another gasp of pleasure from the alpaca in his jaws. Manicured fingers grasped a pair of grasping hands securely and stroked the short black fur along the black stallion's snout delicately.

Another plunge down sent the caught alpaca into almost violent wriggles, frantically pressing and shifting his body within the hot fleshy tube of the bull's throat. Were he not so restricted he might be thrashing. His hands were more held by the bull's own than holding onto it by this point in his throes of pleasure. And the arms were pulled taut as he started to be pulled free again. The camelid cried out, "No! Take me the whole way! Please!" His lust and desperation were plain in his cries.

The bull let go of the pair of hands, spread his jaws, and swallowed powerfully. One moment there was a lusty male, fur and hair; face contorted in bliss, the next, there was just the bull's empty gullet closing up around the fingertips of the chosen meal. Nyra sighed blissfully, slurping his fat tongue across his full lips, and casually began to lift and lower his hips, beginning to ride his lover. "Mine."

Kantin quivered, starting to needily meet his mate's hips each time they came down by pushing upward. His hands slipped down to the sides of the shifting pregnant dome. He had no hope of reaching all the way around its mass, or the bull's hips for that matter. He considered the upper waist and chest the best place to hold on, but for the moment, he was feeling the addition of another man to Nyra's body.

The belly continued to shift with the motions of the newcomer, not yet acclimated or assimilated into the pregnancy. The alpaca's form was still quite visibly beneath the surface, writhing and grinding at the flesh around him. He muffledly cried out in bliss, as the whole gut shook. The form of the male beneath the taut hide appeared to drop deeper amidst that quake, a ripple surging from the mating pair larger than what had started from the bull's riding.

Nyra's hips had gained girth as his body accepted another man into his pregnancy. The bull groaned blissfully, his manicured fingers reaching back further to dig into Kantin's mane to hold on in his rapture. What had seemed rather lopsided, two fetal males printed between the outer hexagon of six and the center that was the hyper fox the bull claimed the night he met his stallion, now gained balance, as the alpaca's tattoo formed in the empty space opposite the two, forming a triangle inside the hexagon, looped snugly within it and around the central male, still embracing the immense outie that the bull sported.

As the tattoo appeared, beautiful, lustrous curls began to make themselves known from the bovine's crown, pouring down his head like a cascade. Nyra lowed, his hips having another surge of growth, the wave that resulted interfering with the first wave's rebound, sending water up over the side of the bath. The bovine slowly opened his eyes after the pleasure subsided, before staring straight ahead.

The statue fountain was gone. Floating where it had been was Ailuros. The statue had been a quite chaste and subdued representation, being merely similar to the Venus of Willendorf sans breasts and with the inclusion of a beautiful shaft. The goddess herself, bearing fur somehow whiter than the marble it replaced, was a far broader figure. Her hips were clearly broader than even Nyra's had just become, luscious thighs framing the underside of her pregnant-looking belly and the gorgeous girth of her maleness, standing as erect as it could, which was just a bit lower than horizontal with a curve upward. Its flesh was as vibrant teal as the cascade of just barely wavy hair framing her face.

As she floated out over the bath without moving her feet, Nyra saw that in the parts of that white pelt that fell in the shade from the diffused light from outside the bathhouse it looked as though she were a planetarium, glowing points of light that could only be stars travelling along, with arcane symbols occasionally drifting into view out of the light-struck fur, like onto the dark side of the moon. The pattern faintly danced within the waves of the goddess' teal hair as well, almost giving the appearance of some kind of fiber optic display light

Kantin was about to ask why Nyra had stopped riding, shifting his muzzle to peek up over his lover's shoulder. The words were superseded by an orgasmic cry, triggered when his eyes landed on the goddess.

The bull's eyes widened as he felt barrels of cum striking his insides with a force he hadn't yet felt from his stallion. Nyra looked over his shoulder at the face of his lover, and then followed his gaze back to Ailuros. The bovine's full lips pressed into a slight pout, eyes leveling with the goddess' own.

The feline deity smiled magnanimously, as though nothing were wrong, holding out a hand.

Nyra thought a moment, and then smiled, reaching to take it.

Ailuros lifted the bull from the water effortlessly, lifting the broad, pregnant man fully off of his recently spent lover's shaft apparently by that dainty hand-hold. Before the bovine could object, the deity's hands were tracing and stroking over the broad dome of pregnant belly.

With the goddess' power, Nyra was suspended as though standing atop the surface of the bath. The bull saw the magnificent feline stood about half a foot shorter than himself and still managed to have a wider, more massive ass. Holding in a huff, the bovine watched as the goddess examined each and every marking on his immense dome, tattoo and stretch mark alike.

Finally, the cat goddess spoke, her voice somehow both booming and gentle, unable to be ignored but not abrasive or off-putting. " 'Tis quite an accomplishment, to take men this way." She reached to take the bull's hand once again, her other hand trailing up to the end of the vulpine sock marking that was there, another remnant of that night weeks ago. " All of these traits you added to your body came from them, correct? You have made yourself magnificent, of that I am certain."

Smiling proudly, the bovine swished his infernal tail such that it whipped audibly in the air, "Oh, but the beauty is that I will better myself with every man. My newest acquisition, for example..." He ran his manicured fingers through his new silky mass of curly hair, feeling not a single tangle form in the process. "...gave me this mane to rival my stallion's." He flicked his hand as it left the strands, sending the mass into a shampoo commercial bounce, settling behind his built shoulder.

" Ah yes, your stallion." Ailuros gestured, instructing the recently spent horse to sit up on the lip of the bath rather than the bench under the water he'd been on.

Kantin couldn't help himself, standing in the water, his shaft already throbbing with need once again. He stepped up onto the bench, his maleness falling towards horizontal as it lost the benefit of aquatic buoyancy. He sat onto the lip as wordlessly instructed, presuming the goddess would take that seat of power he had just left.

Instead, as Nyra watched, the feline deity floated her way towards him, rotating. Holding her hands out to either side like parting the red sea, her titanic ass spread, monumental cheeks parting, showing the star field to the stunned equine. Ailuros casually sat down, and no sign of Kantin remained, save a muffled moan.

The bull's jaw dropped at the audacity. In his shock, he hardly noticed that the goddess' will had lowered his body until his feet touched the floor of the bath, a wave rolling out from where his immense hips had displaced the water once again. This put the deity's glistening teal cock nearly at eye level as it pulsed lazily.

Deep within the crack, the horse was lost. All he could see was the dancing lights of the goddess' pelt, and that wasn't enough to illuminate anything, as that entire heavy ass conformed to his body. He caught sight of a few stray runes. Kantin squinted, and slowly began to wriggle his way upwards; unable to even feel the smooth marble of the lip of the bath, and not even sure if the way he was going was up.

Ailuros smiled widely, as if she hadn't just stolen the bull's mate for her own personal pleasure. Her gargantuan behind started to wobble rhythmically. " Ah, he has found his mark. Such a well behaved boy you have, my dear bull." She clapped her hands together in front of her narrow chest. " However, you," She gestured to the bovine for emphasis, more specifically his tattooed, man-filled dome. " You have something new. Such an ability!"

"Really?" Nyra feigned flattery, but his eyes kept wandering to the wobble of the goddess' ass, and the now recognizable bulge of a flared equine shaft that repeatedly embossed itself from the feline's own pseudo-baby bump. "I hadn't realized I was breaking such new ground."

" Oh, predation has been around forever." The goddess said dismissively, not showing the slightest hint of caring that a hyper horse she trapped in the depths of her ass crack was rutting her from tail star to belly button over and over again. " Even predation using the womb." Ailuros steepled her fingers. "But that results in either release, unchanged or not, or a partial absorption with all that the predator cannot use being expunged."

The bull nodded, but his eyes were on her belly, as the bulge moved faster.

Ailuros continued, unabated. " Predation for the acquisition of traits is also not unknown." She noticeably clenched her cheeks around the trapped horse, eliciting a muffled whinny, before continuing. " Release is only of a changed sort, whether it is stripped of those traits or reduced entirely to waste. But you,"

Nyra's eyes darted back to the goddess' face, framed by the ultramarine flow of supernaturally sparkling hair.

She either didn't notice the distraction or didn't care. The feline deity continued without pause. " You keep them whole and unchanged. They are simply trapped, indefinitely sleeping within your womb." She gestured with both hands towards the bull before her. " That is the ultimate domination. A total and utter claim of all that they are." She sighed, clenching again, but it was not a content sigh.

The bovine was conflicted between approval that the ill-gotten sex was apparently unsatisfying and frustration that the strongest his stallion could go was apparently not enough for a goddess. But a smile curled across his muzzle as the dis-satisfaction that the deity presented in itself led his mind places.

There was a muffled sound as Kantin reached his peak, his flared head visibly distending the goddess with the force of each pump of thick horse cum. Despite the sheer volume and pressure that domed belly never seemed to expand, the goddess taking it all in stride.

" Such quality seed your stallion produces! If it were not for your perpetual pregnancy, you certainly would have been impregnated by now." Ailuros licked her lips as though savoring a great meal. " Delicious, and so full of life energy!"

"But it isn't enough, I can tell." Nyra crooned, his stance shifting. It was a posture that each man hidden beneath her hide would have recognized if they had the perspective or consciousness to bear witness. "Effortlessly milking my stallion has given you no satisfaction."

The cat raised her brow, lips pursed thoughtfully. " Perhaps if I rode him for a year, but no. He is not capable of such a feat." She stood up onto the water once again, and Kantin was left sprawled on the marble, passed out, his shaft draped across his masculine body, not even leaking from the recent orgasm, so hungry was the goddess for his seed.

"Perhaps it is the thrill of possibly being overtaken that you are missing." Nyra reached out a manicured hand and grasped the goddess' cock just beneath the glans, feeling how firm it was, not even reaching a sixth of the way around between her thumb and forefinger. "If I were to add a goddess to my pregnancy... well, you saw how much a mere mortal added to my ass. Could you imagine what you would do to it?"

Ailuros' bored expression was broken as her perpetual bedroom eyes opened fully in surprise. " How audacious an idea..."

The bull grasped with his other hand, stroking at the back of the girthy glans, larger than his head. The caress was akin to a sensual stroke behind the ear, were the cock a man itself. "To take all of your beauty and add it to my own. Your power mine to command..." Nyra's voice was a crackling fire, cozy on a snowy night but dangerous flame nonetheless. "I say that my men are mine forever, but with your power it really would be forever. Immortality."

The cat goddess bit her lip, and her shaft jolted in the bovine's grip, a trickle of pre escaping the tip, something that hadn't happened the entire time she rode Kantin.

Nyra's grin widened. "Allow me to give you a sample of what it is like inside me..." He trailed off, before he grasped more firmly, pulling Ailuros' cock down and towards his muzzle. At the same time he gaped like he did to claim the alpaca, and greedily began to suck on the teal flesh, blunt teeth closing behind the glans easily.

Gasping, the deity put her hands on her face, a blush surfacing, and turning the starry lights dancing her pelt pink, showing up even where she was fully lit now.

The bull was not done. He had devoured men larger than this cock, and its deific status was no obstacle either. Nyra exhaled slowly, his nostrils flaring and blowing heated breath across the surface of the twitching phallus he'd captured. Then, suddenly, he flexed, using his entire torso to create a void begging to be filled, sucking so hard it pulled the goddess through the air towards the bull's lips. His throat and chest visibly distended as the cock pressed down and through, nearly to the entrance of the bovine's man-eating womb.

Ailuros cried out, her voice echoing throughout the entire resort, perhaps even down the mountain to the settlements below. Her shaft jolted and flexed, the underside inflating with each pulse, as the heavenly issue was pumped by the barrel into Nyra.

This was no issue to the matronly male; the bull having drank a full load from his stallion and being left wanting. He tried not to do so too often, because it was literally the household's income going right to his belly. But there were no such qualms here. He drank and drank, flexing his throat and chest to milk the godly cock. After what felt like an hour of constant, relentless gushing of powerful ropes directly into his belly, Nyra noticed himself growing full, eyes widening. All at once cum seeped out around the seal of his full lips on cock flesh, and started to spurt from the pressure. The bovine let go of the teal pillar, taking a step back.

The goddess floated backwards as well, purring so powerfully the water rippled directly beneath her, placing one hand on the root of her shaft, pointing it directly at the bull's massive belly. The last dozen or so gallons painted the ruddy surface white, hiding the black tattoos and purple stretch marks from view. It was so potent that the seed that drizzled below the surface of the water still clung to the belly, seeming to not diffuse into the bath at all.

Nyra recovered his composure, wiping his muzzle daintily and sighing. "Oh, you have fed all of my men with that." He swayed his hips, letting his belly rock and send waves out as the outie navel skimmed along the surface of the water. "Wouldn't you want to be added to this?" He crooned, tail whipping behind him like a thresher shark. "You could get as much cum as you want." He licked his lips to emphasize.

Finally, Ailuros appeared to have recovered from her climax. She floated as if lying on a chaise longue, ready to be fed grapes. Her expression was inscrutable for a few moments, before she giggled, the sound spreading joy to all who heard it. " You know what? I have been sold." She gestured, once again pulling the bull into the air whilst rolling onto her front on the invisible furniture. " Let us see if you can fit a goddess at all." Her voice belied her playful incredulity, and her immense hips and ass seemed to back up her point.

Nyra bit his lip. This would be the largest thing he tried to stretch out over to claim. He found himself spread eagled in the air on his back, supported by the goddess' power as though on a soft bed, though his tail was free to twitch and swish as it saw fit. The bull craned his neck, but he couldn't see the goddess. It became apparent why when he felt the feline's fingers teasing at the soft, elastic flesh ringing her rear entrance.

With a flex and a pull, the goddess spread out the bovine rump, shoving herself headfirst into it, having no trouble until the top of her own pregnant belly bumped against the base of the immensely filled bull's striped tail. Ailuros released the ring with her fingers and delved her arms forwards, purring like a vibrator, and casually reaching to rub that one spot she didn't even have to seek out.

Crying out, Nyra's shaft jumped and started to gush, his own hyper maleness taken from a delectable vulpine shooting rope in an arc so far it splattered into the spot the statue had once been, filling the basin of the fountain and displacing the less dense water back out into the bath, before the seed too started to overflow.

" You know..." The goddess' voice was perfectly heard by Nyra despite the layers of flesh and the surging distraction of powerful pleasure from the stretch and the direct stimulation to the bull's prostate. " ...If you cannot succeed in claiming me, adding me to your permanent collection..." She ground her fist powerfully into that sensitive spot, sending another surge of pleasure rocketing through the male mother around her upper torso. " ...then I shall have to make you the start of mine."

The bovine curled his toes and flexed, trying his best to focus on stretching and pulling with his practiced ass while the goddess was perpetuating that intense orgasm from inside. Flex after flex barely worked its way up along the feline's symbolic pregnancy dome. If Nyra could use gravity to his advantage like he was used to, he would be working on those hips by now.

Ailuros purred up a storm, content that she would win against her challenger. She twisted and rubbed around herself, while the flexing walls massaged her upper torso. She was sure that if her belly was giving the bull this much trouble, he'd have no chance against her hips and mighty ass.

Nyra shuddered, splaying his toes out as he extended his arms, spreading his thighs further. He relaxed his inner muscles for a moment, before doing the reverse of what he'd done when greedily dragging the cat goddess' cock down his throat. He lowed out a moan as the resulting suction crested that pregnant belly, feeling the jutting navel of his rival rub against the inside of his pucker. He was sweating hard, unable to wash it away, suspended over the bath as it was. Slowly, the viscous seed splattered over her belly and chest was dripping away to reveal her markings again, thinned by sex-fueled perspiration.

The goddess rubbed and pressed around, feeling the taut ring quiver and flex. Now was the greatest obstacle, as it tried to work its way up the mighty mountain that was Ailuros' legendary ass. The feline kneaded with his hands, massaging pleasure points without even having to seek them out. The inside of the bull was easy to read for a being such as herself.

Twisting and needily clenching his ass, the bovine shuddered as Ailuros triggered another orgasm almost before the last had faded to wrack through his body, impeding his concentration. He shuddered, shooting spunk in a high arc. He could feel the cat rotate amidst her teasing kneading, until she too was on her back suspended over the water. Or rather, her back was inside a colon, while her ass and legs laid on an invisible support over the bath. Nyra flexed and pulled through his greedy suction again, as best he could while being held at the peak of climax, shuddering all over as inch by inch he worked his way up, sights set on eclipsing that ass with his own.

Inside, Ailuros started to focus more on her own pleasure, so confident with herself that she had nothing to worry about. She curled her toes as she did Kegels, stimulating her shaft by bouncing it up against the bull's balls, leaking pre like a faucet. She hardly noticed that each flex of her pelvic floor had her shaft meet the bovine's testes sooner than the last, as the heated stretch crept its way up and up and up...

The bull was finally allowed his peak to fade as the stimulation settled down. Taking a few deep breaths, Nyra relaxed everything except his innards as they rippled and pulled greedily at the goddess. He focused his mind on the task ahead, on the goal. Power. Immortality.

The cat goddess mewled lustily, flexing her hips and flicking her tail around. She was edging, using the bull's desire to fuel her pleasure. Inside the bowels, she stroked over her pregnant swell, grinding a thumb into her outie and curling her toes as she shot a wet, clear gush of pre, which splattered onto the dome of the bull's belly, displacing more of the thick seed from before.

Nyra cried out, grasping at the air as his incredibly stretched tail star achieved the apex of the goddess' curve. The next flex drew significantly more in at once. It was all downhill from here, the summit of the mountain behind him. The bull grunted as a dazed, pleasured expression plastered itself across his face while the certainty that he would succeed settled in. He could feel the fat deity cock grind against his own raccoon and fox enhanced nuts as it started to be overtaken.

Deep inside, Ailuros' voice resonated in a pleasured cry, far more intense than anything she experienced while riding Kantin. She tried to thrust her hips, not realizing that the flexing of the titanic ass made it marginally smaller in the direction the matronly male was stretching around. She sank another foot all at once, then another, and yet another still.

As the milky white fur of the feline's heavy balls began to sink out of view, they visibly contracted, and once again all could hear the goddess' cry of orgasm, but more distant, from the other side of so many layers of flesh.

The bull grunted and flexed, arms tensing and showing off their musculature as he focused every part of his body into claiming something larger than his whole ten-man enhanced frame. The heated gushing of seed deep inside caused his belly to start to swell, new stretch marks appearing. Nyra felt the thick thighs tapering down towards the knee, his overstretched pucker finally getting to close back up as the girth of a deity's ass worked its way up inside the bovine towards where he kept all his 'children'.

The goddess' peak continued onward, unknowingly lubricating her own path as she just soaked up the pleasure. Ailuros curled her toes and she bucked her hips with nearly every shot, equally unaware that the thrusts were helping her consumption just as much.

Nyra cried out as, with another powerful flex, the feline's lower legs and feet practically shot out of sight. His ass ached, but it was a good ache of a job well done. As he opened his eyes, looking down towards his belly, he gasped softly. Every stretch mark was glowing as though illuminated from inside, and between them the familiar star field of the goddess' pelt was fading up into being on her pelt in time with the powerful pulses of the captured feline's orgasm. The bull was already taking away Ailuros' deific status, and the cat was still awake and happily cumming.

The bull thought of it, and rotated in the air until he... no she... was upright. Her curled hair gained teal highlights lacing the ringlets, sparkling glow adorning the luxurious locks as they seemed to float up away from gravity's grasp. The male matron held her arms out from the elbow over her mighty hips, toes pointed as she finished her rotation to float upright above the cum-tinged waters of the heated bath, steam carrying her fragrance to fill the bathhouse.

Nyra grinned, looking over her sleeping consort. With a casual stroke with her manicured hands through the air, Kantin's shaft throbbed up to full arousal. The new bovine goddess thought she'd better block the escape route before her latest acquisition decided to try for it. She floated her way over, and then sat down onto her stallion's dark maleness.

Kantin groaned, awakening. He blinked, and gasped softly as he saw what was happening, reaching to caress the immense belly on top of him as it pulsed and wobbled with the movements inside, the light from within growing more intense with every throb. He couldn't see the bull's face, but he recognized the outie, the tattoos, and the stretch marks intimately.

Nyra began to ride, letting out a low moan of bliss, satisfaction and assurance in her predatory prowess, and her place as the horse's object of worship, as was meant to be. With every pulse of light across her body, she felt her own ass swell and grow, curling her toes as she felt the goddess press fully into her belly, sending another surge of new stretch marks dancing along the taut dome, the intense glow from within making it easy to mistake them for arcs of electricity as they appeared.

The stallion quivered as he started to see the faint outline of the cat's figure, glowing through the thick flesh. The shape was only visible between the surges of light, but it was still there. The light from each pulse began to diminish, a low moan inside telling Kantin that the captured goddess' peak was waning finally.

The bull stood up, still having about half of her horse's dick jutting up into her with the length of her legs. She turned around to face the bath, grinning as she heard Kantin moaning at the feeling of her insides rotating over his sensitive dick. Nyra raised her arms over her head, grasping just below the wrist on her right arm with her left hand. Her right hand's manicured fingers splayed out as she focused.

Kantin moaned again as he felt his mate's insides tense around his shaft, but his eyes widened. There, above him, the bull's ass swelled and broadened in surges, passing the absurd into the realm of the superlative.

At the same time, in front, Nyra saw her own cock pressing back into view, once again surging in size to be seen across the enhanced, lightning struck dome of her maternity. Between her thighs she could feel her balls swelling, growing heavier as what might have been an ocean of seed churned within.

Finally, the pulses of the trapped cat's orgasm had stopped. Ailuros moaned blissfully within, squirming and shifting around. The internal illumination was nearly too weak to see her posture inside the bull anymore.

Said bovine wasn't paying attention. She looked up at her outstretched hand, and realized that she'd thoughtlessly summoned rings of light around it while she focused, magical sigils she'd seen drifting over Ailuros' body before floating in the air around her wrist. Nyra lowered her hand to just in front of her face, and made a fist, smiling broadly as the rings twisted and re-oriented until it was a sphere of light, the sigils dancing along its surface instead.

"Ooooooh.... That was fun." The voice of the goddess inside was harder to hear now, not carrying its former clout. "Go ahead and let me out now."

Nyra chuckled, twisting her hips back and forth, delighting in the shuddering gasp it elicited out of her stallion. " That's going to be a no." She licked her lips, her very voice delectably tinged with power. " You are now a part of my pregnancy...."

Ailuros' afterglow fell away as the feline started trying to call on her power to push back out the way she came, hands feeling for the opening she'd passed through and finding nothing.

" You knocked me up so gooooood..." Nyra moaned indulgently, stroking over her belly as she felt the struggle inside, relishing in the futility of the overconfident former deity. " Oh yes, I'll need that last bit of power..."

The light from inside pulsed brighter as the cat struggled, but her body was becoming overwhelmed with exhaustion. Just as she tried to will that away, her shaft twitched and bucked again, throwing her focus off. Ailuros cried out in orgasm, her consciousness starting to be dragged away amidst all the pleasure.

" Just merge with me..." The bull crooned, her voice a mix of matronly love and greedy predation. " I never dreamed of this before- to become a goddess..." The pulsing of the former goddess' orgasm faded more and more, no illuminated outline visible through flesh anymore. " I won't have any limits anymore..."

Kantin watched, awestruck. The bull who had been a hot piece of pregnant ass to his drunken mind mere weeks ago was a goddess, radiant and immense. She was practically a whole world in and of herself. He shuddered as he caught her eye as she peered back over her shoulder at him.

Nyra snapped her polished fingers. One moment the stallion was a hyper half buried in the standing bovine ass from his place laying on the floor, the next, he was hung like a mundane horse, his throbbing cock standing at attention merely a foot from his hips. His balls had similarly reduced in size, easily fitting between his thighs. At the same time the goddess' loins grew even larger claiming that size and potency for their own. " That's for cheating on me."

"I... I promise I'll never stray again. You are everything I could ever need or want." Kantin panted, staring up at her. It was hard to tell if he'd even noticed his emasculation.

She narrowed her eyes, but smirked on the side of her face hidden from him. " I have a show tomorrow night." She gestured with a hand, lifting the stallion up onto his feet, then pulling him to her side, revealing that she had grown to match him in height as well as surpassing Ailuros' mighty ass. " You will buy me some new clothes, mister." She said sternly, eye to eye.

"Yes dear." Kantin answered obediently.

Nyra smiled and kissed the horse softly on the lips, sending a tingle through the stallion's body, stroking the back of his head. Her grasp grew stronger as she deepened the kiss. The new goddess' belly shook and glowed all over, brighter than the sunlight streaming in through the frosted glass ceiling, the sign of assimilation complete. As the light faded, a new hip heavy tattooed form appeared, facing out unlike all the others, the bull's outie navel representing its own pregnant belly, seeming to glow from within like all of the luminous stretch marks. The other men's markings on her skin had shifted, a pair of rings of five encircling the center of the arrangement. The completion of her domination over the reckless maternity deity was accompanied by another surge of growth, her ass' expansion enough to knock Kantin off his feet, leaning fully on her body for support as he was passionately held and snogged.

The bull's cock and balls surged in size yet again as well, and the tip gaped, an audible rumble coming from the dark balls below. Wrist-thick ropes of glowing cum shot forth with firehose pressure, arcing high before splashing into the other end of the bath, the bull's scent fully dominating the air in the entire bathhouse.

Other resort guests were starting to gather, some merely watching in awe, others moving to get into the bath to experience goddess cum fully. Throughout the complex of luxury buildings, things were changing. Every representation of Ailuros was supplanted by a representation of a matronly bull with beautiful, curly hair. Even the sign at the entrance to the resort changed. No longer "Eros Ails", the sign now read "The Rose and Thorn."