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KinkCon

By Danath

SynTech Slushpile #4

Leo © Leo Archon

Content warning: hyper growth, strange TF, taur

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The convention hall rose nearly two hundred feet high and featured enormous steel beams encased in glass. Natural light illuminated the rectangular hall, which stretched for nearly a mile in length and half a mile in width. The massive structure could be partitioned off, and usually was, to create up to a dozen smaller convention halls for hosting a variety of events at the same time, but there was always one massive convention with crowds so large the only way to contain them all was to open up the whole SynTech Convention Center and fill it to the brim with vendors, booths, displays, models, hands-on experiences, seminars, featured guests, reading series, how-to and DIY events, and anything and everything else the company could throw at "The Future of Kink," it's flagship con promoting radical new technological, biological, and transformalogical advances in science and engineering.

Leo gazed up at the huge display spread across the main entrance - nearly a hundred-thousand roses in red, white, and pink spelling out the theme of this year's KinkCon: "Making Others Happy."

True to the theme, the first few massive displays near the entrance were all about tech designed to keep a partner entertained. The red wolf's eyes widened and his pace quickened as he turned the first corner and nearly walked into one of the many hands-on demonstrations occurring around the convention floor.

In this case, it was a large buck's hands on a massive dildo attached to a powerful machine. The body of the machine looked similar to a chainsaw, with a steel grip pole mounted on the side. The large buck's bare chest tensed, biceps bulging, as he hefted the enormous machine into the air, holding it in front at hip level with a fox laying spread-eagle on the edge of a padded bench, legs pulled back by his own paws.

"You're sure this is safe?" asked the thin, lean red fox laying on his back on the demo table.

The buck shrugged and, without saying a word, he grabbed a cord on the side of the dildo-machine. When he yanked it, the motor cranked to life, roaring out a cloud of smoke as the huge silicon dildo suddenly vibrated at an intensely high speed while changing shapes, morphing from a huge equine flare to a massive knotted red wolf. After a few moments, the enormous dildo released a wet slosh of thick, hot white juice that looked and smelled remarkably like cum. The fox's lower half dripped, completely splattered around his hips as his tail draped towards the floor.

The buck's long muzzle split into a giant grin, eyes furrowing as he guided the enormous, rapidly morphing dildo straight against the fox's cheeks. The male's voice quavered as the rapid vibrations shook his entire body. Leo turned and walked stiff-legged away, ears on high alert, eyes glassy, as a high-pitched "YERF" ricocheted all the way off the glass dome two hundred feet straight up, along with the sounds of the revving engine and the demented, lustful laughter of the buck performing the demo.

The wolf hadn't expected things to be quite so... blatant. But then again, that was the whole reason he decided to come to the convention. He was here to get some experience. No more shy little red wolf. Time to be seen! Well, maybe not seen like the pair of tall, muscular lions wearing nothing but tiny little tuxedo cuffs around the tips of their huge, swollen...

The wolf turned tail again, speedwalking straight away from the oncoming big cats. Dodging a massive stallion in a spiderweb lycra bondage suit being led by a tiny little Pomeranian in a full-body buzzcut, Leo darted down one of the many smaller aisles where third-party vendors could buy space to hawk their products and, if they were lucky, catch the eye of a SynTech executive interested in purchasing their research. Stalls full of size-enhancing cock rings, bondage collars and hoods, dildos with "surprise transformations" promised, and more, from the edible to the wearable to the insertable.

In the distance, Leo heard another gruff "YERF!" followed by an abrupt groan, then the sound of applause.

Things were a bit calmer in this section of the convention, at least. Leo saw people with full outfits of real clothes on, not just fetish gear and piercings. One of them, a busty lioness with a slicked-back brown mohawk fade, wore a black suit with a knee-length skirt, by far the most conservative clothes the flustered red wolf saw since entering the massive hall.

"Hello!" the lioness said, walking up to the red wolf. "Say, you look like a pretty normal fella, right?"

Leo wasn't quite sure how to respond to a greeting like that and didn't say anything as the lioness reached out, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him side to side, examining his body from every angle. She even pulled him forward, shoving his snout into the depths of her chest, dimpling the suit coat in between her large bosoms, so she could check the width of his shoulders and curve of his spine.

By the time the lioness let Leo go, the red wolf was even more flustered and confused than before. He looked up at the tall lioness, who towered over him, and blinked rapidly, trying to focus as she grabbed his wrist.

"You're perfect! Listen, my company is doing a product demo for a SynTech rep, and we absolutely need a new test vic- er, uh... volunteer to assist," she said, hauling him along behind her down the aisle. "And we'll pay you! Loads! Seriously, like, you're gonna save our company if you do this."

The lioness stopped and Leo crashed into her plump, wide back end, bouncing off it and landing on his hips on the floor. The lioness spun around and leaned over, dropping onto her hands and knees above the wolf, who stared up at her sleek muzzle and wide, dilated eyes.

"You'll do it, right?" she said, her voice lowering to a purr as her suit flattened across Leo's chest. Lower, the wolf felt a warmth grind against his thighs. "You'll help me?"

"Y-yes! I'll do it!" Leo said, glancing around as he realized convention-goers were walking past them like seeing the lioness mounting the small wolf was no big deal. Which, Leo realized, it really wasn't considering the occasional "YERF!" her heard echoing from the entrance of the convention center.

The lioness leapt to her feet, grabbed Leo's wrist, and ran in her high heels, dragging the wolf along with her.

"You're my savior! Quick, we'll just make it in time if we rush."

The next few minutes were a blur of bodies as he struggled to keep up with the lioness. The crowds got thicker as they approached one of the hall's demonstration rooms, which were like giant enclosed theaters contained within the main convention walls. Leo found himself in the backstage area, snout once more stuffed into the lioness's cleavage, as she peeked around the corner of a curtain at the person speaking on stage. Her arm lifted, and she flashed a thumbs-up sign, to which the speaker, a large wolf with the lower body of a python, grinned at with a relieved look.

"And now, everyone, the moment you've been waiting for! Please open the apps on your phones when I tell you to."

Leo felt a stab on his right rump cheek. He yelped and spun around. The lioness grinned at him with an empty syringe in her left paw.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Go on, get out there!"

Her huge golden paw shoved him in the chest, and Leo backpedaled wildly out onto the stage. He tripped and fell, then rolled over himself twice before landing in a heap at the feet - or rather, scales - of the wolfnaga at the podium.

"Uh... ha ha ha, a little comic relief," the speaker said, shooting a look at the lioness behind the curtain to the side. She shrugged as Leo got unsteadily to his feet.

"Wha-"

"Now then, please open the applications on your phone! The crowdsourced environmental designer will automatically track your selections, which you can modify in real-time using our exciting virtual server delivery network!"

Leo had no clue what a virtual server delivery network did. His butt hurt and he was being stared at by what appeared to be several thousand convention-goers, each with a phone in hand and amused, expectant looks on their faces.

The wolfnaga slithered offstage, dragging the podium with him, as the red wolf's head snapped straight upright. His spine and arms and legs followed suit, quivering in place for a long moment as his eyes rolled up into his head.

From the side of the stage, the wolfnaga spoke into the microphone.

"Ah, the server's first reading and interpretation of the crowdsourcing data are coming through!"

Leo's eyes snapped forward, pupils dilating as an unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable, sensation flooded his lower body. The crowd murmured, and those murmurs grew into applause and catcalls, as the front of the red wolf's black jeans bulged noticeably outwards. A cameraman on the floor in front of the stage recorded the close-up view, which was broadcast to a screen hanging over the stage. Leo looked over his shoulder and stared in shock as he realized the whole audience was getting an intimate and detailed look at the size of his cock. But his cock wasn't this big! It didn't bulge outwards, pushing against the seams, worming its way down against the inside of its thigh and fighting for space with his leg. His balls didn't form two bowling ball-sized spheres, clearly compressed down smaller than their actual size by his pants.

Leo dropped to his knees, both hands reaching down around the fat bulge, digging his fingers into the immense sac through the jean's stiff material as a wet spot formed above his knee.

"Looks like the crowd has spoken!" the wolfnaga announcer said, grinning as he adjusted the tie hanging from around his neck. His coils piled up beneath him, supporting him and lifting his upper body a bit higher in the air to get a better look across the stage at the wolf, whose muzzle was forming an "O" of astonishment as he frantically pulled at the button fly.

Leo didn't really want to strip naked in front of a few thousand random strangers, but he was left with little choice. The size of his maleness was making the act of wearing jeans impossible, and if he didn't get them off now, pretty soon, they would-

*RIPPPP*

The wolf's moan accompanied the sound of tearing fabric, followed swiftly by a round of applause and cheers from the audience. Leo's shaft lurched upwards, flinging itself away from his inner thigh as the leg of the pants ripped at the seam from the knee to the crotch. With the slack, Leo managed to get the fly unbuttoned and tug out his heavy, immense balls, each now nearly twice the size of his own head. They more than filled his paws, overflowing his palms as he struggled to drag them free of his jeans.

"Let's keep this demonstration going, folks!" said the wolfnaga behind the podium. Though he couldn't wear pants for obvious reasons, the formal cumberbund-esque belt around his midsection showed definite signs of movement, and one flap of his shirt was coming untucked. "Time to enter your second selection! Open your apps now!"

After a flurry of activity in the audience, none of which Leo noticed as he gaped at the massive, nearly 24-inch jumbo-sized maleness drooping out past his knees, jutting from his hips as thick as a coffee can. His massive sac squeezed between his legs, pushed into the floor.

When the next set of instructions arrived, however, the red wolf's body stiffened. He jerked himself to his feet, cock wiggling and waving side to side along with his jostling balls, which hung down to his shins. The maleness and testicles were far, far too large for such a skinny red wolf standing no more than five and a half feet tall.

The crowd, apparently, agreed. Leo's eyes rolled back in his head, limbs quivering, for a long moment, before returning to reality, pupils appearing and dilating as the unfamiliar flush of heat and energy returned, this time spread through his entire body. He pressed his paws into his chest, gasping, as the floor fell away from him all of the sudden. He took a step backwards as vertigo hit him. The unfamiliar weight of his mega-sized monstercock and balls made him overcorrect, and the crowd gasped as the seven-foot-tall wolf tipped forward.

The distance from his chest to the floor shorted, however, as the eight-foot-tall male bounced off it once before catching his arms, holding himself as a look of confused lust crossed his eyes. Between his legs, his enormous sac flattened across the smooth planks of the theater stage, while his monstrously thick arousal, which was growing in proportion to his body, flexed at the tip, releasing a stream of thick, clear pre-cum that splattered several people in the first few rows in front of him.

The nine-foot-tall red wolf let out a moan as he pushed his shoulders up off the floor. He still looked the same - just bigger. Ten feet, eleven, twelve...

By the time Leo was back on his feet, his large, triangular ears brushed against the metal rafters of the theater's ceiling. His cock was, proportionally at least, still the same, balls down to his shins and fat, dark red tube of veiny maleness draped over top, able to stretch from his hips to his muzzle easily. But now that cock was many feet long, far longer and thicker all by itself than any single person in the audience. The enormous length swelled for a moment, and a gush splattered through the shocked audience, the lewd noise of a fresh, warm deluge of pre-cum ringing and echoing. The blast ricocheted off the theater stage and reached eight rows back, dousing dozens of audience members in gallons of the thick, musky, sticky stuff. The wolf groaned, his voice low and deep now, both paws wrapping around the base of his awe-inspiring pole, where the knot remained half-filled inside his plump, fuzzy sheath.

"As you can see, folks, this technology can revolutionize all sorts of industries, especially when it comes to entertainment. Exotic dancers, actors in a theater troupe, even couples looking to spice things up at home can take advantage of our revolutionary system!"

The wolfnaga paused and glanced at the screen on his podium. He glanced up at the crowd, then back down again, a concerned look creasing his eyes.

"Uh... hold on a moment, folks... if everyone would please avoid sending additional commands, it looks like the convention center's wifi service isn't taking the strain too well. Everyone, please, close the apps on your phone, please. No, the demonstration is... hold on..." The wolf looked offstage at the lioness, who shook her head and made a "end it" motion with her hand across her neck. If anything, she looked even more worried than the wolfnaga as the moaning red wolf between them pulled his cock up, pointing it at a forty-five degree angle, and blasted the left side of the back section with a few warm pulses of pre-cum.

All around the hall, phones were out, taps were made, and commands were sent. The crowdsourced program worked automatically, processing and feeding the data as best it could over the corrupted wifi network; when it couldn't get a response, which was often, it sent the command again. And again. And again. When the service would briefly kick in, all those commands finally arrived with the intended recipient: Leo.

The red wolf's body rippled. Two dozen feet of giant red wolf fell to all fours, hands and knees, as his massive shaft released another huge blast of pre-cum that ricocheted off the stage floor and splattered over the audience in front. His eyes showed white, no pupils at all, as the fur across his backside writhed, distending outwards, stretching the taut red fur until massive black-scaled tentacles broke through. Eight of the massive arms reached outwards, each tipped with a thick, rounded tip composed of several ridges stacked on top of each other, in addition to a fat ball a few feet down from the end, ripe and full, just like-

Leo's knot exploded from his sheath, fattening and rounding outwards, ballooning so fast the wolf's belly crushed down against it, causing the big male to convulse as the remaining dry parts of the audience got soaked. Veins formed around the edges of the huge knot, three times the width of the already impressively fat shaft, and it kept growing until it was wider and thicker around than the red wolf's hips. Several of the black, scaled tentacles swooped down, encircling the fat knot and rhythmically stroking and squeezing it as Leo's muzzle opened further-

Instead of a tongue, a flared horsecock shoved past the red wolf's teeth. The mottled black and pink length thrust forward, arching outwards, easily four feet long and half that in girth. The wolf's lips scraped and sucked around the medial ridge as the flare opened up and unloaded, adding a second stream to the mess pumping from his overstimulated body. Several more of the dark tentacles, each composed of tiny, flexible black diamond scales knit together across supple and powerful muscles, groped and writhed around his tonguecock, as-

The wolf's tail shoved backwards, blowing out the wall behind him and knocking bits of wood and lumber and stone down onto the convention floor below. Fortunately, nobody was hurt by the falling building pieces or by the enormous red tail that fluffed out through the hole. The macro-sized wagger was easily three times longer than the already giant red wolf was tall, and quickly fluffed outwards to fill even more space, trapping hundreds of con-goers in the long, silky strands of fur. It flowed over stands and stalls, crushed displays, and carried away conventioneers, causing general chaos as the massive tail swept side to side. Leo didn't even notice back in the theater, because-

The wolf's pelt shifted and pulled again, drawing tight around growing fibers inside the canine's body. His chest plumped outwards, nipples hardening and poking through the fur. He let out some loud moans around the tonguecock firing blasts into the crowd as his chest swelled faster, then faster yet. His paws clutched at his nipples as they filled his paws, pushing through his palms and pulling his arms out in front of him, before the massive mammaries swelled so large he couldn't reach the achingly hard red nips capping each. The wolf's new bosoms hung around the width of his maleness as he leaned forward, gasping and shuddering, the extra weight only increasing the feeling of pleasure in his-

Arousal number two arrived at that moment, swelling from below the first, lifting the massive dong upwards into the air, pumping just as much thick, pungent cum across the rowdy, shouting audience. The wolfnaga and lioness watching from the sides of the stage gaped in amazement, unable to stop the program at this point and unsure how as the red wolf's second massive shaft lurched against the first, doubling the quantity of seed pouring down the aisles and submerging half the audience, many of whom were still frantically sending commands on their apps, which was instructing the wolf's body to-

Leo's cheeks hollowed as he sucked the base of his own tonguecock, eyes stretching open as he felt not one more set, not two more sets, but at least four more pairs of breasts filling out along his chest and belly, covering the red wolf's stomach entirely. But it wasn't his belly that disappeared, he realized, using the new arms that appeared to plump and push on the sides of his multiple racks. His chest was elongating. Four sets of arms, four ribcages and shoulders stacked atop each other ran down to his otherwise normal, flat belly. The wolf shuddered as his tentacles wrapped around the nipples, reaching where his paws could not, teasing and squeezing until streams of warm milk spluttered from all ten oversized breasts. He let out a moan as-

The wolf's legs stretched behind him. His hips leaned into his own huge balls and breasts as he tipped forward, ten arms squeezing his cock deeper into his elongated cleavage. His rumpcheeks swelled as they traveled backwards, but not because he was moving - because his spine grew. The huge, oversized tail shoved deeper into the convention center as hind legs formed, making him a ten-armed taur. At least for a moment, before a second pair of taur hind legs appeared in between the first pair and his forelegs. And then another. The stage quickly filled with a jumble of red-furred legs and arms as the enormous wolf's body underwent one dramatic alteration after another, mostly at the same shocking time. His body writhed and wriggled, breasts lurching, feet kicking, as the deca-taur's body took its final shape. The wolfnaga at the podium had to leap out of the way as two left feet whiffed by, while the lioness on the other side of the stage found herself ensnared in some of the long black tentacles, which didn't so much drag her into the red wolf's limbs as assist her in leaping straight in.

The audience finally cleared out of the theater as the wolf's body knocked through support beams and took out more walls. His hind-end turned to the side, creating a tail-sized gash through the wall from one end to the other, and an appropriate amount of chaos on the other side of the wall where his megatail terrorized and thrilled the con-goers.

Eventually the whole theater structure came down in a pile of metal poles and tangled wires. The mound shifted as dust billowed outwards, and soon the enormous deca-taur's upper body appeared through the junked building materials, followed by his lower half. Ten arms fondled five pairs of breasts above, while more enormous orbs grew in along his taur underbody below, surrounding and cushioning the twin malenesses filling the space leftover. They were long enough to stretch through the back three pairs of legs as the taur-train gradually wriggled onto its feet and unrolled, spreading out until Leo's body reached its full length of nearly eighty feet. Additional arousals grew in between each set of hind legs, each with a massive and uncompromisingly full pair of testicles, creating a slow-motion carnal festival of thick wolf-cock, fat balls, long legs, and heavy, pendulous breasts.

As the deca-taur rampaged through the convention hall - all unintentionally, of course - the wolfnaga picked bits of sawdust out of his suit coat before looking through piles of boards to find his phone, which was ringing.

"Yesss," he said. "Excellent. Of course. We'd love to make a deal with SynTech. Of course, we'll be right over."

The wolfnaga looked around for the lioness, who was nowhere to be seen, as dozens of black tentacles sprouted along the deca-taur's backsides, eight or so for each section of his elongated taur body. The huge cables plucked people from nearby, squeezing and teasing and coiling and thrusting like some kind of slow-moving sexual disaster - a tidal wave of taur pouring through the hall.

"Well, I will, at least, and I'm sure my partner will join us as soon as she's able. Thank you, yes. Goodbye."

On the other end of the line, a different wolfnaga hung up the phone and grinned as she watched the deca-taur's travels on a huge television. The camera angles changed every few seconds, letting her watch as over twenty massive cannons fired from the taur's undersides, while the huge horsecocktongue in front created a slick path forward.

Shadohime shook her head and licked her lips. The wolfnaga's breasts strained at her suit top as she tried to get her carnal urges under control. Slithering towards the edge of her office, the half-wolf, half-python glanced over a small wall towards a teeny-tiny little office, where a regular sized otter sat at a desk in a pair of headphones.

"Hey, Tim? Once they get the KinkCon wolf under control, get his resume. I can think of half a dozen publicity projects he'd be perfect for."

The otter nodded and flashed the "thumbs up" symbol at the naga before putting his head down and typing furiously into his computer. The several hundred foot long wolfnaga retreated back to her office and settled in on her own coils behind her desk, not so subtly causing her scales to squeeze and rub across her immense girthy maleness somewhere within the pile of snakeflesh. The video from the conference was very stimulating.

"They didn't have to jack the whole convention to get our attention," Shadohime said, returning her gaze to the screen, where Leo was rolling over starting with his front sections and twisting along down his conjoined taurbodies. He used his tentacles to grind con-goers up and down all twenty enormous wolfcocks jutting from his various pairs of hind legs as crowds of people surged from every corner of the convention hall to get closer to the wildly transformed wolf.

"But you gotta admire the results!"

The end