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Trapped in the Simulation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Bevin Bacon

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Part Three

Back outside the simulation...

"Right... Are we all clear?"

Only the scientists were left, the jaguar, the male fox and the horse, along with Andrea the vixen, of course, as the scientific lead. Her dark-tipped ears quivered. The simulation results so far were promising, even more so than the others. The coming days would tell whether he would surpass her wildest expectations of the little goat Wintergreen.

"What are you having for dinner?"

"Oooh, pork chop! My husband is getting it out of the freezer for me!"

It was all a normal day at work for them, chit-chatting, packing up for the day. Nearly four hours had passed and the simulation was going beautifully.

"Oh, hang on..."

The jaguar paused at the computer, tapping a few keys, bringing up his mental function.

"Can't have his brain recovering, even after the injection... Wintergreen is a strong one."

Andrea grinned.

"I_know_! Isn't it perfect?"

Indeed, it was, even if Wintergreen may not have agreed. The jaguar took charge, setting off the sequence that would damage his brain from within the simulation too, from the inside out, securing him in a state of sleep from which he would never wake up from. He would be technically alive still, though he'd signed away all his rights anyway in his contract. No one ever read those.

"We have room for more now."

The pod had sealed over Wintergreen, leaving him in a sort of half bubble placed upon the wall, though the pods that the others were in too could be adjusted and moved, making room for more. They only needed him and his body to be accessible while they were setting everything up. After that, everything would run smoothly, with no trouble at all. At least, that had always been the case before.

Six other goats in total had joined him, on the highest tier of the farming room, where they could all be observed. Though no one would want to, not as their seed was farmed and collected, packing up for the day, saying their goodbyes.

The snow leopard intern, however, was too hasty when she hustled on her way. The control panel for Wintergreen's pod, raised near the ceiling of the observation room, was a little low, and she just caught her hip on it, a light changing from red to green.

No one noticed. But it wouldn't make any difference, not in the long run. It would only serve to make their experiment all the better for it.

Yet that switch turned all settings to the max, when the four-hour mark finally came, of course. If he resisted, everything would spiral out of control, everything quashed before the might of the simulation. Nothing would be off-limits, a small screen depicting more and more "tiger shapes" in green on a black digital background appearing, some growing, some with huge breasts, others with huge cocks jutting from them.

More and more digital green tigers, the outlines of them, filled the control screen until there was no room for them to multiply anymore, though the code had already been set and sent. There was no turning back the tiger spawn rate after resistance, if there was resistance, but the warning that popped up to note that the experimental feature of unlimited spawning could corrupt the simulation had no one there to heed it. No one knew that hyper anatomy too could render the simulation corrupt, though the end details of that were yet to be seen.

"Oh!"

There was always something to do and the fox, chuckling a little as he put his glasses away, popped back into the room, his vision a little blurry but more than enough to see what he was doing. All he had to do was to set the body change for after the four-hour mark and he'd be good to go. Where it had been programmed in, it had not been set to change, which was what needed to be manually done. They still liked them to have manual control over the experiments, as laughable as that was.

"Wouldn't want to get Andrea's knickers in a twist now, would I?"

It would have been a shame indeed if he'd forgotten to set the futa tigers to grow horse cocks, thick, throbbing members that were always dripping and drooling, wouldn't it? Andrea might have forgotten if everything else went well, but he didn't want to be in the firing line for anything, oh no. Not at all, not in the slightest.

Yet he was not paying enough attention to realise that things had changed, drastically so, that the simulation was no longer under their control as he hummed a tune, leaving the building for the weekend. The goat would be safe where he was, but things would never be the same again.

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Inside the simulation...

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I panted, lying flat out on a bed of breasts, a long tongue curling around my balls, sucked on and kissed, adored in every way.

"Let momma look after you," they crooned, a mass of female flesh, breasts dangling above me. "Ohhh, you're such a good boy for mommy, aren't you?"

I shouldn't have loved how they baby talked me so much, yet it made my cock harder, drooling all the time, though that was pre-cum. All I needed to do as I played with their dangling breasts, sucking on nipples, feeling small and strong at the same time, was to adore them, to enjoy them. Everything was simple in there, moaning, my cock plunged into a pussy, the pillows so very soft under me.

And then it hit me as if a truck had actually run into me, my whole world tilting askew, dizziness swarming me. What was happening? What was wrong? Pink sparkles flittered into view, filling my vision, everything tinted pink, so very pink! What was that all about? Was something wrong with the simulation?

But I didn't have any time to question it as my cock jetted off immediately in my strongest orgasm yet, cum pouring forth, ploughing into the pussy of my current partner, the tiger moaning, groping her own breasts.

"Oh, yes, good boy, fill mommy up!"

Her encouragement had me thrusting as if there was nothing else left for me, warmth spreading through my body as I whimpered, breath tight in my chest, throat feeling as if it was closing up. It was too good, all of it, the pleasure turning up tenfold, even when I'd before thought that things could not possibly have felt any better.

What was happening to me? It was like what I imagined being on drugs was like, trippy, dream-like, the world no longer making sense to me. They drooled around me and I couldn't stop saliva spilling out of my mouth either, no matter how much I licked at my own mouth and muzzle. None of that saliva, however, stopped the tigresses from talking through it.

"Yes, honey, take momma."

"Let momma show you what a good boy you've been and drain those balls..."

"You're the best boy for mommy now, aren't you?"

"We'll look after you."

"Make you cum, over and over again."

"You'll never want for anything ever again, sweetheart."

"Never again."

"Never again."

So much drooling, saliva slopping down their faces, the pillow mound under me cascading down to drop him back on the carpet, some of the tigers stepping back, groaning, humping, gyrating. I cried out, trying to scramble back as drool splattered down my chest, my long tongue hanging out, eyes wide with worry.

"What's wrong?"

But they would not answer me, not as huge horse cocks pushed from their crotches, heavy balls swelling and falling into the sacks blossoming below them. They were pure, smooth black, skin moving softly behind the medial ring, my heart pounding, though something wasn't right, something was wrong, so very wrong.

Out and out and out they grew, huge spires of cock-flesh that begged attention. I drooled more and more, unable to stop myself, their tits and balls about the same size, though not all of them became futas. Their cocks twitched and drooled, already climaxing, though they were wet and glistening, my pink vision seeming to draw me in towards them.

"Come give mommy a kiss, honey," they crooned, cocks wobbling, flat tips pointing at me, already flaring, though they did not retract even after that first, splashing orgasm. "We want you so badly... Come fill us, fuck us..."

They came for me as I hissed and leapt away, lust and need in conflict with each other. My cock, for once, was free of a pussy or mouth or paws or tongue, and that let me think a little more clearly, even if not very much. Though it was hard to see much at all as even my heaving breaths had my cock harder than ever and drooling thickly.

Oh, I needed to fuck... But I had to work out what was coming first, what was happening.

"What the hell?"

It was wrong, so very wrong, even though it tickled every last one of my needs. It had all been designed for me, of course, though it was only then that my heart pounded and I felt as if I should have been sweating with fear. Something was wrong and I needed to get out.

How long had I been in there? It had to be somewhere near those four hours... They'd said I would be in there for four hours, but it had not been four hours yet.

I ran, fleeing as my cloven hooves sank into the soft carpeting, everything fluffy, everything pink, soft, so very soft. Diving into one of the many towering mounds of pillows, he hid from the tigers, heart pounding, the tigresses, female and futa, outside moaning aggressively.

"Come out, honey."

"We need to drain your balls."

"A poor boy needs his balls emptied."

"You don't want to keep us waiting..."

They shrieked and roared as their cocks moved into cumming non-stop, something that I could only see from peering out between a crack in the cushions. Fumbling, I cursed under my breath, more and more tigers appearing from nowhere, some of them the futas, others as I'd seen them, though their tits seemed larger too, wobbling, begging my eye, my attention, the throbbing thickness of my aching member. Oh, every part of me wanted to fuck them, to take them, even though I wanted to find out what was going on too, their dicks fountaining out cum and breasts dripping, pumping out milk.

"Oh, god..."

So much drool, saliva splattering, pouring even more thickly from my mouth than before so that I couldn't even close my mouth. I didn't want to think about it, not even as I tried to close my mouth, not even managing it as I was forced to leave my tongue slopping out, dangling, playfully wiggling back and forth. I liked the feel of it, even as my heart skipped a beat, need pumping through.

Oh, it would have been so easy to forget my need, fear ruling, panting, heaving, my mind wavering. Maybe I could give in to it, forget everything. If they'd set me in the simulation, after all, it had to be safe...didn't it?

"Mmmmph?"

I groaned, trying to talk, struggling around my tongue, the drool, my front coated in it. But I didn't want to even think about how good all of that felt pouring down my chest and cock, teasing my throbbing, dripping length.

"Chat... Chat! Chatchatchat!"

I had to get them to me! The chat window popped up, as they'd said, but...no, that wasn't right! All I could see was some kind of development console, a controller unit, though the little pictures of tigers on it didn't mean any more to me than what I already knew. Fear clutched at me, my body trembling, balls churning, a piece of paper left out that looked something like a report.

"Hello! Ish anyone thhhere?"

I fought with my tongue, though talking had not been difficult with the increased saliva earlier, panic fluttering, snarling, as much as I tried to force it down. The paper - what was it? Why wasn't anyone there? They'd said that all I had to do was to contact them!

A light flashed on the console, though I would never know what it meant.

The report...

Subject seven is surpassing expectations. Set to full immersion past four hours, no end to simulation. Tigers set to multiple if resistance is encountered, subject not to stop cumming. Endless ejaculation.

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I couldn't read any more, gasping, howling, heaving, sure that the tigers were going to find me at any time. Endless ejaculation? No end to simulation? No, no, no - that wasn't what it was all meant to be about!

Yet all was wrong with my world and there was no escaping from it as I tried to take in more of the report, my pink vision and sparkles getting in the way. The light flashed and flashed and flashed - and there was no going back.

Four hours. Four hours had finally passed and everything changed, my balls ballooning out, larger and larger, my mind seeming to slow down. As much as I fought to cling to my reality, the headspace that I had inhabited, everything seemed dull and slow and thick, like forcing my way through a sea of thick cream.

I moaned. Oh, that would be good, a sea of milky cream, cum and milk, everything flowing around me. I could drink it and swallow it down and everything would be good. I didn't need to think about anything, my balls huge, big enough to rub on the floor, though even that stimulation was too much, everything out of control, though my mind didn't much care anymore.

Why was I worrying so much? Everything was pink and good and felt so damn good! My cock looked so good, so thick, so meaty. Without thinking, I pumped it between my hands, drool splattering over it, lusting for it.

"No!"

No, I couldn't do that - I was getting cock dumb! And, still, the tigers were closing in, crowding outside, giving me no space, no room, my dick more and more equine like. It was not as large as those of the tigers', though that was not up to me, balls large enough for me to sit on, soft and squashy, churning with cum. Outside, the tigers cackled maniacally, laughing, belting it out, preluded by a sea of cum, fountaining out of their huge dicks, spilling it out everywhere.

I peeked out again, but I didn't want to see how close the tigers were, the whiteness coming before them, washing out cushions, making away for their lusting bodies. There were tigers as far as the eye could see, multiplication out of control, more than I realistically thought I could handle. Though all I could take in were the sea of wobbling hyper breasts, cocks and balls, everything craving me.

It didn't flood with cum or milk, however, draining away so that there was always room for more.

"Ohhhhh!"

My mind gave the sensation that it was fading, pushed to the back of my skull, moans far more appealing. I didn't want to think about anything, thoughts were stupid. All I had to do was to worry about was pleasing them, how hard my own dick was, forgetting the chat window, wanting to let it all go. It would be easier to just stroke my cock and feel good, feeling good forever, panting, heaving, my chest rising and falling in short, sharp breaths.

Yet my nuts were not to be contained, pillows wobbling around me, threatening to reveal me, my huge balls inflating out and out and out, right up to twenty feet in diameter as I shouted no, over and over again. I might as well have done nothing at all until only moans spilt forth in my drool, licking my muzzle, splattering drool everywhere.

No words. No more words. Oh, I didn't need those, grunting, moaning, groaning, trying to rock my hips, my cock bigger and bigger, a true horse cock. So long, so very long... Oh, how I wanted it!

The tigers wanted it too as I moaned for them, having only eyes for them, losing more and more of myself, though I didn't have it in myself to care anymore. If they could have seen me, they would have covered me, their tits huge, swelling, so needy for me, a slut that only needed to fuck to be pleased. What difference did it make that it was not as it seemed, only that we were enjoying one another?

So hot... So horny...

"Fuck..."

Yes, a word, they'd know what I wanted, my cock so wide that it took up the entire lower part of my body, a cock that I could be proud of! Finally, a dick for my tiger mommas to enjoy, to suck, to delight in, my balls huge and wobbling with cum!

What more could I ever have wanted as I blasted out a groan that reverberated into the tigers too, the sea of them hunting and searching, my cum spurting forth in a furiously blasting yet, yet it was the undoing of me. Words and sentences that had been so familiar before dropped away, though I didn't care, licking my lips, drooling, slavering for them, for all the pleasure in my simulated life that was yet to come.

My cock poked through the cushions and they came for me, crowding in, my situation exposed. And yet every pump of climax forced more and more cushions from me. I didn't care, couldn't care, slipping down and down and down, accepting my fate, at least in a sense. I didn't know what I was doing as their striped bodies lunged for me, howling, roaring, cocks lining the way with swimming pools of cum.

Simply looking at the tigresses made me feel good, more and more sparkles filling my vision, everything pink, so pink. I didn't know that that symbolised the final breaking of my mind, falling, freaking, becoming nothing more than a forever ejaculating freak of nature in a simulation. My cock trembled with pleasure, yet that one orgasm would never end as the tigers roared for me, relishing in my breaking, too much stimulation crashing over me all at once.

But it was all right, things felt good, better, when I looked at the tigers, everything warming, swimming in sex. I wanted them and they wanted me and I didn't think any longer that I had anything more in the world to possibly worry about there, moaning for them, crying out.

"Yes... Fuck... Cock... Cum... Tits..."

The tigers finally caught up with me, charging me, swarming me, yanking me from my hiding spot and taking over me, a sea of breasts and cocks and balls surrounding me. I cried out, but I was right where I wanted to be as I finally gave in without even knowing what I was doing, that I was giving in, submitting to their lust, their whims.

So much cum, the afterglow present in yet another orgasm, cum pumping from my cock, spurt after spurt. They pulled me out into the midst of them, their bodies covering me, so many tits and balls that I didn't know where my face was being shoved at any one time. All I knew was that I had to cum again, my cock ramming into a tigress who seemed to take my dick even though she was not much bigger than me anymore. There was no feasible way that she should have been able to take my cock, but it sank into her all the same as she grew, her entire body, including her tits, ten feet taller, twenty feet taller, thirty feet taller... Until she was large enough for my dick to sink into her pussy with a good stretch, though it was a shade more realistic. If anything at all in the simulation could ever be considered realistic...

"Yes, baby," they crooned, my body swarmed by the tigers, balls covered, adoring them, pleasing them, all as my horny, broken mind craved. "Momma will look after you, relax now, let us take care of you."

"We_will_ take care of our cute little boy."

Of course, some could still cram their fat nipples into my mouth, demanding that I breastfed, milk splurging down my face, streaming down my chest, cock aching, throbbing through yet another orgasm. It was all I could do, all I could see, their breasts filling my vision.

"Good boy."

"Drink up now, you've got to be big and strong for your mommy!"

Yes, yes... That was what I had to do, all that I had to do, someone growing, riding me in lieu of the tigress who had swelled to delightfully macro sizes to begin with. One orgasm just seemed to hasten after the other, forcing its way through as I howled, brokenly cumming again and again.

Was my cock in a pussy or a tail hole or a maw? I didn't know, didn't care. All I knew was hunger, needing them, hungry for their cum, their bodies, lusting in every way.

Lying on the belly of a macro tigress, I cried out as I pounded her, humping and grinding, my cock sliding into what was definitely a pussy that time. Yet my world was so creamy, dreamy, pink-hued and sparkly, that it didn't matter where I was, only that I had everything that I could ever have dreamed of there.

I was where I needed to be as something thick pressed between my arse cheeks, though I didn't realise it was a dick before it was too late. Most of the tigers were still normal-sized, even if they were naturally a little larger than me, and a thick cock pounded my tail hole without any pain, the stretch immense. I grunted and bleated and tried to stop, but their domination of me was absolute, wrapped up in their touch, their strong arms, how their bodies trembled around me with the sheer embodiment of physical lust. My arse stretched around them, cock after cock, feeling them ejaculate in me, my lower abdomen bloating, straining, taking every drop.

It did not leak from me, except for the sensation of a dripping cream-pie, moments blurring, lust rising. My belly swelled and I laid my paws on it with a low moan, humping weakly, though I had to keep thrusting, I just had to. There was nothing else left in mind other than wanting to fuck, to cum, my cock aching as it plugged a huge pussy, but a pussy that was suited to my giant cock at long last. I had to have holes to fill suited to my hyper dick size, after all, even as some of the tigers jacked off, washing and hosing me down with cum.

Cream too. There was breast milk mixed in there as I lost myself in the moment, milky fluid filling my vision, leaving me gasping, shuddering through yet another orgasm as my balls ached. They jacked off around me, rubbing their dicks on my body, my face, all over, everywhere they could reach, all to wash me down with load after load of their seed.

Another cock pounded my tail hole, the swell in my stomach growing and growing, inflating me, though never to a level that was not comfortable. I was all too aware of the cum sloshing about inside me, pooling in my gut, yet their cocks reached such depths inside me that I howled and ground back on them, losing track of what position I was in.

On my back, a tigress hugged me to her breasts, squashing my head between them, my cock jutting up as a macro tigress sank onto it.

"There now, mommy is here to look after you."

I moaned, a cock in my arse and my dick in a pussy, no longer an active player in my own life, if it could even be called that anymore. Sometimes I even thought there was more than one dick in my backside at one time, pounding, grinding, filling me up with creamy pumps of cum. The world wavered and shivered around me, filled with pink, the sparkles immense. Too much to worry about, too much to think about.

Better to live in the moment, to fuck, to howl, to let the yowls and cries of the tigers lift me up, carry me along. They lashed my balls with their tongues even as I was rolled onto my side, squashed between breasts, licking, nuzzling, trying to get more cream into my mouth even as a cock plunged deep instead. That was hot too, another dick squeezing into my tail hole while I sucked down a fat length, eyes half-closed, lost in the lust of the moment above all else.

There were so many tigers swarming my balls that there was no way for me not to feel pleasure, tongues, lips, cocks, paws... Everything brushed my nuts, caressing, loving, adoring. Though their mouths were full of drool, no one had any trouble talking, sloppily murmuring, eyes intent on me, only me.

"Such a good boy, filling mommy up with your cum."

I was in heaven. It must have been heaven, but it was not any kind of heaven at all that I wanted to leave.

Wait...

Something wrong...

I blinked, trying to draw back, seeing the world through an ever-increasing fog of pink. Yet what was wrong? I didn't know, only felt that stirring of unease in the pit of my stomach, goading me to change, drawing back, though the tigers followed me as my cock slurped out of a hot, wet hole.

Yet the macro tigress didn't allow me to rush away, even as more and more tigers still blinked into existence, her huge maw engulfing my cock as she deepthroated me. She moaned around me, vibrations rising into my dick, pounding it down her throat, so huge, my arse so full, dick after dick pounding me, stretching me out, though every fuck felt like the first one, as if I was tightening up after every romp.

My belly bloated. Why had I pulled back? Oh, that didn't make sense, not at all. No, better to not worry, not when there was nothing to worry about at all.

"Ohhhh..."

But there was something else, my head pulling back from sucking on two dicks at once, wide eyed, wondering, bleary. So many tigers... Dimly, I was aware that there were many more than before and more still appearing, blinking and glitching as if there was something wrong with their shapes. They stretched out and out, even filling the distance where I had not been able to see before, though I could not stop myself from grinding back on the tongues in my arse, the tigresses fighting between rimming me and lapping my nuts.

So many... They could not be stopped as things jerked, taking on a darker edge, the hot pinkness of the world shooting up another notch.

Yet something was different, some tigers jumping as their breasts shot up several sizes, bigger again, others with fatter nuts, some dicks swelling to double their size - or more. Not all faced that, but I gaped as I looked around, blinking dumbly, my mind so thick, so slow, too much so that I couldn't do anything about it.

"Ohhh... Come on..." I moaned, head thrown back, the pleasure immense. Had I even stopped cumming? I didn't want to. "Yes... More... Fuck... More..."

I had a few more words, all in the pursuit of lust, only lust, the sky darkening - until the floor jolted under me! I howled as I flew through the air, though the tigers were still there, my jaw dropping, the carpet turning into a sea of breasts, all striped and dripping creamy milk like they had been.

The floor was the tigers as I whimpered and bounced on them, lightly jostled and seeking out lust, desperate for it, my hard, throbbing member seeking out a hole, any hole, to sink into.

But wait! The tigers were not gone! Not entirely, at least, the world turning to tigers, the mounds of pillows gone, striped forms crowding me as I staggered backwards from them.

Why I was pulling away didn't make sense, but it didn't need to make sense for my body to urgently drag me along with it, begging me to do something, anything, to get away. But I was safe there and I was so fucking horny that there was not a damn thing I could do about it.

"Fuck mommy."

"Come be a good boy for mommy."

"Your balls need to be drained."

The tigresses left stood still, jaws falling slacker and slacker, words slipping from them, in a daze, motionless. I tried to run without understanding, my chest tight, but I couldn't, stumbling over my hooves, my gigantic cock bouncing and jiggling ahead of me, spilling cum as it pushed into that sea of breasts.

Oh... Oh, that was better. I blinked, looking down, a tiger deepthroating me, though she must have been one of the macro ones, her body not seeming to occupy the same space as me. My eyes weren't focusing, not even as she sucked down my cock and I stumbled away, cock spurting, drooling, orgasm ripping through me as my legs felt wooden, heavy, impossible to drag along with me.

Climax... Getting off... Why was I running from that?

No, better to stay, even as my legs worked, slowly, bouncing and wobbling from one giant tit to another breast. Yet it was not a stable surface, not at all, not one that I could easily navigate, whimpering, my throat tight, tighter than it had ever been. The tigers still stood, transfixed, and something pushed me on, not knowing if I would ever stop climaxing as my cock kept spurting and spurting, no longer just drooling.

My dick and balls dragged me down, yet I didn't want to go anyway, not really, not in my heart. Yet the decision was made for me as the final surviving pillow mountain glitched and shuddered, flickering in and out of existence for a heartbeat of a moment. It loomed in a mound of pink, so pink, yet it was no longer made from pillows at all but breasts, leaking and dripping milk, only tits, always breasts.

The sparkles crowded in and I howled, paws on my dick as I bent over, orgasming, things getting the better of me, though I didn't know what I was doing anyway. My dick throbbed and ached, spewing forth thick pumps of cum, though I did not know how many minutes passed as stimulation pounded me.

Yet the sparkles... They demanded that I cum, everything hotter and more orgasmic, more erotic, for it, whimpering, grunting, thickly pumping, dick wobbling.

Don't fight it.

There was no need to fight when I was where I needed to be.

I giggled, my head light, barely aware that I'd finished orgasming, wobbling on my own cloven hooves. What was I doing again? No... No... I should have been going for the tits, the mound of breasts. Yes, that was better.

And my chest... I groped myself with a lewd moan, breasts swelling there too, huge tits to match the tigers' mounds, everything crude, so very much so. I moaned and humped the air, squeezing my thicker, plumping nipples, pumping out cream from my own tits.

No, no... No, no need to fight, no need to worry. Only fuck. That was the best of it all.

The tigers came back to life, moaning, groaning, seeking me out as their breasts tripled in size, sixteen feet in diameter, cocks fatter and longer where they had been futas, though the macros were still female.

"Yes..."

I moaned, head tipped back.

"More cum... More fuck..."

If I'd been in my right mind, I would have known then how drastic the difference was in the pouring forth of cream and cum from their breasts and cocks, flooding the area. It no longer drained away as it washed over me, tigers swarming me, many piling in around my cock, lapping at it, surrounding it, moaning as they all fellated me, wanting more and more of my cock.

Their cocks twitched in constant orgasm, my mind slipping, too much happening all at once, my body enveloped against the super soft skin and fur of a macro tigress. My heart went out to her, clinging to her, wanting more of her softness and sweetness.

Mine... Only mine...

I wanted her, forever, nuzzling into her breasts as they took my cock, nestling it under more normal breasts - if hyper tits could ever be called that. They all lapped at me, my entire dick covered with cat tongues, though I did not know that the absolute number of tigers were eighty - plus the ones at the tip, sucking down my load.

Somehow, I was off the macro, even as pleasure rumbled and built, tension drawing tauter and tauter, swelling to a pounding crescendo. And there was no going back from there as I bellowed out my orgasm, breasts surrounding me, crowding me, my cock even encased between them, losing sense of where I was in a world of breasts.

They encased me in their tits as I fell and fell and fell, words slipping, fading.

Breasts.

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Lust.

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Balls.

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Tigers.

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Cum.

No more was needed. I didn't need my mind. I didn't need to think.

I moaned, cum filling my mouth, spilling over with the drool. It was better that way. Maybe it was even where I'd always been meant to be.

As my cock ejaculated, hosing down the tigers with ropes of seed enough to flood an arena, panic clawed at my heart, yet I didn't have the strength to fight back with it.

Let it go.

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It's better this way.

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No more worry.

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No more pain.

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Only lust.

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Only cum.

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Only tigers.

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Warmth swelled through me as I lost myself to their world, balls and tits surrounding me. Weakly, as my cock plunged into pussies and tail holes, another cock in my arse, pounding me, making my stomach bulge with cum, so fat, so full. I moaned and moaned, filling my ears with the sound of my lust, cocks filling me, never without a dick in my arse or something around my shaft.

Oh, how I needed them. I'd never need anything else other than them, lost to the outside world and not even knowing that. It didn't matter. Nothing else outside the simulation mattered anymore.

But my position in the world was set in heady lust and oceans of cum.

*

"Hm... Can't say I expected that."

The scientists observed the simulation results the next day. Although the goat would never wake up, they thought he must have been very happy in there, as perplexed as they were. The container for his semen output had overflowed, forcing the interns to rush to fix it, but they speculated that there would be much more to come.

The experiment was a success.

And the poor goat would be trapped in orgasmic bliss forever.