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Reality Shift

Part Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Bevin Bacon

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The goat groaned as he blinked awake, slowly coming back to the waking world. His head throbbed something terrible, a pounding, aching pain, but there was something wrong, his head lolling forward as he grunted thickly. He blinked, clearing the fuzz from his eyes, though what Wintergreen saw was not comforting in the slightest.

A clinical, white room, too clean, far, far too clean to be anything good. A government worker, with her tits out and a lanyard around her neck denoting who she was, strode up with a smile on her deer muzzle. Yet it was difficult for Wintergreen to even look up at her, considering how her huge, hyper breasts dominated her figure. They swayed with every step she took and never had anything set so much of a chill into his body and his bones than the serene, fixed smile on her face.

"Wintergreen, darling... Baby..." She cooed, stroking his muzzle even as he whipped his head back from her. "You've got to relax now, it's all going to be okay. Ladies, come in, let's make sure he's not worried at all, okay?"

Wintergreen jumped - or he would have jumped if he had not been strapped down to the chair, grunting and gasping, eyes bulging. His jaw worked, lips moving, but no words came out as he was surrounded by three tigresses: something that would have been very pleasant and pleasurable, if he had been free to act on his own behalf. He shuddered, moaning fearfully, though there was nowhere for him to recede to as the tigresses murmured soothingly to him, stroking his head, his muzzle, his horns, each one with six breasts each, all hyper. It was a wonder that they could move with breasts that size, squashing luxuriously into each other, but they managed it all the same.

"It's all going to be okay, sweetie, you just relax now."

"Your new mommies are going to take such good care of you."

"Yes, the best of care... You'll never want anything other than what we give you for the rest of your days, there's nothing for you to ever worry about, not ever again."

"Yes, we promise, Wintergreen, we're here to make your life better."

"Relax now, honey, let the nice doctor do their work."

"NO!"

He howled and thrashed, though there was little strength left in him to fight, head still spinning and aching from whatever had happened in his apartment. The deer government worker, if she could even be called a doctor of any kind, smiled, drawing a rolling table with a full tray of syringes there, dozens upon dozens. His stomach lurched.

"Now... These will make things better for you, Wintergreen, okay, darling?" She murmured, readying the first. "You've come to the right place and you've been such a big, brave boi in coming here, you know."

He didn't think that. He didn't think that at all. Didn't she know that he had been dragged from his home by force? A syringe pricked his arm and the goat fought to recoil, though there was still nowhere at all for him to go.

"Unff... Please..."

"That's right, baby," she cooed. "Let it all go. Everything is going to be okay now that you're here. You're going to see so many nice ladies here and everyone is so excited to meet you."

Her words washed over him, though Wintergreen did not know what the injections were for, one prick following the one before, an endless chain of injections. He heaved and panted, head rolling, begging for release, though he couldn't even get the words out anymore, an incoherent garble of moaning, whimpering, his body feeling...different.

"That's right, honey," a tigress cooed, snuggling his head up between her tits. "The nice doctor is going to make you nice and horny, she's going to fix you. You're going to be so needy, you're going to be fixed again. Won't that be nice, darling?"

No... No, it would not be nice. He didn't think so, not as a little more saliva filled his mouth, licking his lips, swallowing it down, though his arm was already numb from so many injections. Fear numbed him better than any repeated pain, though even that, oddly, fell away, swiftly too. That was strange, very strange, and even the touch of the deer "doctor" felt oddly pleasant, entirely out of position with the scene at hand.

His nuts ached and churned, but that seemed normal, even though they strained within their sack, seeming to grow. Wintergreen blinked, but could not focus on it, considering it a trick of his frenzied, frantic mind, his head whipping back and forth to the extent that the tigers allowed, though they hugged him tightly. There was no escape and yet there was a part of him that longed for it still, moaning and grunting, his body tingling through right to the tips of his fingers.

That felt nice... His eyelids were heavy, head rolling back, his tongue thick and heavy in his mouth. Hm... That was weird and, despite his fear, he thought that it perhaps could not have been so bad if things were feeling...good.

But...no... He struggled, so many breasts surrounding him, pushing their way into his face, a nipple between his lips. Why did it taste like strawberries? That was strange, very strange, though he could not pull back, suckling weakly. He was tired, so very tired. He didn't want to give in to things but he didn't want to fight anymore either. It felt as if he had been fighting for so many years at that time that surely it was time for him to have a little rest too. Maybe he had fought long and hard enough. Maybe it was time to give in.

Yet the drugs dulled the edges of his senses quickly, taking away his capacity to think about escape, his mind wandering in a fog. His cock ached and throbbed, still hard despite everything, though it swiftly leaked pre-cum, a pool growing under the chair as if it had been dripping and drooling even when he had been unconscious. Wintergreen didn't know what he thought about that but even the sensation of how his nuts rested on the chair beneath him, his legs parted to allow himself that comfort, was erotic.

It was hot... Oh, but he didn't want to think it so, even as a new weight settled into his body, though it was only later that he would see how his newfound elasticity had sunken into him. The problem there was that he would never again have the mental capacity to truly appreciate it.

"There now..." The doctor cooed, giving him a little scratch behind the ears. "That's better now, isn't it? Only one more left, you good, brave, excellent boi..."

Wintergreen groaned, yet the push of the last needle into the side of his arse came with a throb of pleasure, his mind confused, pinging back and forth between horror and arousal. Nothing made sense, but, for him, it would never again have to make sense, the edges of the beings in the room around him wavering and shivering as if he was not quite seeing them property. Blinking set things back to rights for a moment and yet that moment was fleeting, surprisingly so to him. But he didn't know what else to do.

He was barely aware of what was happening as he was lifted onto a stretcher of sorts, his body weighing him down, moaning, whimpering, though he didn't seem to be able to make full sentences anymore, only partial ones.

"Please let me go...to..." He tried, licking his lips, working his jaw. "I want to go..."

He knew what he wanted to say, but the words simply would not leap from his thoughts to his lips, strangely enough, and he didn't have the energy to keep pushing on and pressing the issue. The stretcher bowed under his weight as the tigresses, the strongest of them supposedly, hefted it up on their shoulders, bouncing along with their tits jiggling. He had nowhere to go, his cock pouring out cum, though it was not as strong of an orgasm as what was to come, even if Wintergreen may not have known that at that time. He would not need to know anything much, not anymore, not as his entire world twisted and turned around him.

The goat moaned, lights flashing, crossing through a large tunnel that opened up into a big arena-like room. He could only compare it to being a football stadium, which was, in fact, where the tigresses had been trained, though it had a roof and was always protected from the elements. The simulations and effects that they could apply to the room would need a taller roof than normal too, allowing them to warp his sense of reality more and more as time went on.

"Oh, look, it's the little one!"

"Oh, he's so adorable!"

"It's finally time for us to show you how much we love you, Wintergreen!"

So many paws, so many breasts, all rubbing against him, teasing, pleasing, grasping at his cock. Wintergreen moaned, his stomach juddering with fear, although he could not do anything, not even as the straps loosened around him.

"Such a good boi, a good, brave boi," someone praised him. "You've done so well... But it's time to let all that go now. You don't have to worry about anything, not ever again."

"Yes, your mommies are here for you now, you don't have to think, don't have to worry. Just let mommy take care of you, our sweet boi..."

He squirmed and fought, though his limbs did not seem to move quite as he wanted them to anymore. It was not that he could not stand or run or anything, but almost as if the entire world that he was familiar with had shifted a single pixel to the left, throwing everything off. It was part of his drop in intelligence and the drug that twisted his world into feeling unreal and dreamlike, yet only the tiniest part of it slipping in and showing through.

His cock swelled a little, each pump of blood making it a little larger, having grown an inch from its solid two feet already. Yet it was so slow that Wintergreen could not feel it swelling, panting, the tigresses pinning him between their bodies as he was hefted up in the air. Although they were a normal range of heights, their breasts dominated, making them look larger than how they actually were, giggling and groping, paws on his cock, his nuts, squeezing, teasing.

"Ohhhh, you feel so good, Wintergreen! That's right... You're going to be a big boi now, you have to please every last one of your mommies too. And what's a good wittle boi going to do for us, hm?"

He whimpered, moaning, though he could not control anything, his paws helpless as he was pushed onto a tiger, his cock teasing between her tits. It was as if he was a passive player in his own life, a doll that could be posed and placed in certain positions, yet had no more power on anything. All he knew was that he was horny, so horny, his tongue feeling longer and thicker, though that could have been with the little more saliva in his mouth confusing things. His mind could not linger on the thought for all that long, slipping, distracted, lustful arousal getting the best of him.

"Yes, good boi, Wintergreen!"

The tigresses encouraged him as his hips, without the consent of his mind, thrust and bucked, shoving his huge dick between three pairs of tits at once. She cried out, licking her lips as drool splattered everywhere, clearly in a similar state a shim, though the tigers were all very much there by choice. The goat's eyes glazed over, though his mind was not in a position to take in the monstrous enormity of what was happening to him.

He'd shunned extreme sex for so long...and now there was no escaping it. His cock ached and throbbed, more than enough breasts there to encase him, so soft, so very soft. His body jerked and shuddered and there was nowhere for him to go, nowhere for him to run, whimpering, howling, his head thrown back as he worked his jaw without sensible thoughts slipping forth.

"Yes, good, Wintergreen!" They cried, letting him feed on their lust and hunger for him. "Harder, Wintergreen! You don't have to fight it anymore!"

The only thing that the goat had ever been fighting had been for the right to live his life as he thought he had a right to, but there was only so much that could be done. He was sore, so very sore, and he knew that there was no way out. The tigers stretched as far as the eye could see, stirring up deeply set fantasies from the hidden, dark recesses of his mind. It could have been purely hot if he'd been doing it of his own free will and yet his body responded to the forced pleasure as if it was willing all the same. The body did not know. And what the body rebelled against, the drugs stripped from it, moment by moment.

All out of his control, even his thrusts, their paws squeezing and groping, running all over him, massaging as they practically worshipped him. The centre of attention when he never had wanted that, he grunted thickly, thrusting harder and harder, his cock spilling pre-cum more thickly than ever. Well, at least he thought it was thicker than ever, for he didn't have much of a frame of reference to go on, painting the tiger's hyper tits with his seed as he slammed between them, over and over again.

Yet he was dragged aside even as he covered her face in a sloshing of fresh cum, forced onto his back as a tigress seated herself on his cock. Her pussy swallowed up his dick even before it had finished cumming, taking one orgasm into herself as he yowled from the over sensitivity.

"There's our good boi," she crooned... "Make sure you drink up all your milk now!"

They grinned and giggled, pressing in, nowhere to go - not that he could flee anyway as the tigers held him tightly, squeezing and rubbing their tits on him.

"Oh, I have some reaaaaally milky titties for our little one..."

With his head spinning with overstimulation, he grunted and heaved, yet his chest was forced to strain as a hugely hyper tit was squashed over his muzzle, cutting off his ability to breathe. A nipple was shoved into his mouth and he shuddered as strawberry overwhelmed him once again, though the extreme softness of their breasts too could not be denied. His paws wanted to come up, however shaky they were, his mind and his arousal in conflict with one another.

"Yes, squeeze my tits, Wintergreen," they encouraged him, though he could not even see them with how his vision was blocked out by her breasts. "Lots of milk coming for the best of bois, yes... But you've got to drink it all up or you won't be ready for your dinner of more milk!"

A finger was wagged sternly at him but the goat had no choice but to suckle as it slipped into him, down his throat, so sweet, so creamy. It would have been nice if it had been something else, but Wintergreen thought that he might have been thinking that a bit too much. Dimly, his mind tried to wander once again to thoughts of escape, yet it did not seem to be something in his control, not at all, grunting, groaning, his cock aching with such desire that it was impossible to consider anything else.

"Momma's puss is gonna make you feel all tingly!" She squealed, eyes alight with lust for him. "Hee-hee, ohhhhhh, Wintergreeeeen!"

She took great pleasure in using him, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing, the goat helpless under her as she slurred a little, words coming, for the first time, with a little more difficulty. Every pump of her pussy down onto his length, strong thighs spread around him, speared his dick into her hot, wet depths, liberally dripping with the tiger's arousal. And yet Wintergreen felt himself close to cumming already, his body aching for more, desire unlike any other flooding him through. It was good, too good, the tightness around his prick getting him off once again.

"Ohhhhhh!"

His cry was muffled around the milk flooding his muzzle, squirting out from the corners of his lips, unable to do anything else, howling, losing his sense of self. Yet there was more milk and saliva in his muzzle than ever and he could barely keep it all in his mouth at any one time, whimpering, gulping, helplessly taking all down his throat that he possibly could. It seemed like the only thing that he could do even as it went down the wrong pipe, even if he had realised by then that the tightness in his lungs was imagined rather than something that would cause him pain.

He didn't need to breathe anymore... Wintergreen didn't know why that was one thing that terrified him more than anything else. Yet arousal overwhelmed fear, a cycle that bounced back and forth, howling, crying, whimpering, pleasure swelling and flooding his body as something twisted deep in his gut.

His cock spurted more and more cum, pumping it up into the tigress riding him, a beauty with a long, flowing wave of auburn hair to match her fur. With her head thrown back, her breasts wobbled with every grind down of her lips, lost in the moment of pleasure, luxuriating in taking him even as his nuts ached and churned. Sending ropes of thick seed up into her, some drooled out viscously around the girth of his meaty cock, her body fitting him perfectly, but her lower abdomen bloated out a little too, as if he had become more productive.

Milk squirted over his face as the strawberry nipple was forced from his lips, though the tigresses tits, all six of them, did not stop dripping and leaking, not in the slightest. Moans filled the huge room, echoing strangely, as other tigresses pleased themselves with one another, grinding onto sex toys like the giant double-ended dildos and strap-ons, taking their pleasure as suited them while they waited their turns.

"Oh... Yes..." Her tongue lolled out, squeezing and hugging his head to her tits, though the tiger seemed to be having a little more trouble talking than before. "Yes... So good... What a...good boi..."

The tigresses moaned, hefting him up in the air, though Wintergreen's sense of reality twisted as he was turned upside-down. That was not something that they cared for his comfort in, however, his long, thick prick diving straight down the throat of another tigress, though it was hard to tell them all apart. They all seemed to blur into one great sea of lust, moaning and groaning, their yowls and mewls soft as they wrapped around.

"Please..." He tried to say, the word thick in his mouth as he pushed it forth. "Please... No... Stop..."

Single words seemed to be doable to him, though even those slipped away quickly, his mouth filling up with saliva. He was forced to keep gulping, though that was harder than ever upside down, until he simply gave up and allowed his arms to hang and his jaw to remain open. Drool slopped out over his muzzle as he shuddered, though another tigress hugging him, pressing her breasts to him, milk soaking into his fur, helped a little. It was a distraction, even as his nuts ached and throbbed, feeling readier still for orgasm.

It was hard to keep track of time, but the drugs in his system would, slowly, reduce the time needed between orgasms. Time jumped all over the place when a fur was being overwhelmed with pleasure, as the government officials had been told, though Wintergreen was not privy to that. He did not need to know, not when he was receiving his course of treatment, a course of treatment that would go on for the rest of his life.

He blinked, moaning, clinging to a tigress, burying his muzzle in her tits. Oh, that felt good, so good. Yes, it was good to be close to her. It didn't even register to him that his thoughts were steadily growing slower and slower, the goat's lips dull and heavy, losing his sense of self. But was that even something that, after all that Wintergreen had been through, he even needed?

"My wittle boi wuvs to play with mommy's big boobies, doesn't he? Yes... Yesh, he does..."

The tigresses were beginning to slur, though they understood the drop in intelligence more than Wintergreen did, the goat merely there and along for the ride, even if he did not understand it. With breasts shoved into his face, all he could do was gulp milk down, grunting, thrusting, lost in pleasure.

Milk slopped over him, covering his face, mingling with his drool, not even aware of what time had passed as the tigress' throat took his entire cock. It felt longer too, but he could not understand why it had grown, what had changed, a bulge pushing down the tiger's throat as she gulped him down with obvious relish.

Good... So good... He blinked, wavering on the edge of submission. It was good to be a good boi, to give in to his mommy. They were only trying to look after him, after all. Was that such a bad thing?

A sense of unease still lingered in the pit of his stomach, fingers twitching. Was he supposed to be doing something else? No... No, that could not be. He was right where he needed to be, the tigress grunting as his nuts throbbed and he unloaded yet another outpouring of cum straight down her throat.

Yet the flow of semen didn't stop, pouring down, swelling out her belly. Out and out and out her stomach bloated, more and more cum filling her as if there was to be no end to it, pouring into her, swelling her gut, her hands rubbing it as she moaned. Her lower set of breasts was pushed out further from the growth of her belly, though no one paused for that as creamy seed sloshed about inside her, pushing and pouring back and forth.

It was not the greatest orgasm, however, that he would have in the government facility, Wintergreen blinking as he was pulled back, the edges of the tigresses taking on an ethereal quality.

"Whoa..." He slurped through a mouthful of drool. "You... You..."

But the words would not come. They were not needed. Nothing was needed as they trembled and shivered with bright reds and greens and yellows, the edges of them juddering in a different kind of reality. It was like being high, or the floaty feeling that his whole body got when he had had one too many drinks, as if he didn't know where he was stepping anymore, dull and light at the same time.

He'd liked that feeling before. That meant that it couldn't be bad in the current day and present moment either.

Wintergreen's head spun, his cock dragged luxuriously from the pussy of the tigress as if her body did not quite want to let up on its hold over him. Yet the tigresses had more for him during his next recovery period, the tip of his cock still dripping and drooling, though it would take only a little time for him to get to his next orgasm.

Never had Wintergreen been rimmed, but the goat found himself squeaking and moaning as his mommy tigers crowded around him, lying on a bed of tits, not even seeing the floor. A tongue quested up under his tail as he slurped and drooled, desperately clinging to anyone that he could for some sense of stability, though he was perfectly safe where he was. No, nothing bad at all was going to happen to him there, not even as the raspy, luxurious tongue of a tigress lapped up under his tail, teasing and pleasing his tail hole.

Oh... Oh, that was good. Very good, in fact, and very different to anything he recalled experiencing, moaning around a mouthful of saliva. Only sexual thoughts crossed his mind and they were more like disconnected words and images than anything else, nuzzling into a pile of breasts, not even knowing which tigress they were attached to at any given time. All he knew was that he needed to fuck, to hump, to get more, another tigress somewhere under him and the mound of tits sucking down his cock into her throat.

"Mmmph, yesh... Take thhher deep..."

He thought he heard them, but with the slurring, it was sometimes hard to pick out the words. Did it matter? Wintergreen didn't know anymore, grunting, thrusting, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

It was too much for him, a tongue flicking up to the underside of his shaft, his length larger than ever. By that time, his length had grown to three feet in length, though there were hours left for it to grow, his stomach no longer rumbling. The saliva production had ramped up significantly, however, spilling out and coating everything damply and slickly, making it so that there was always plenty of lubrication. Not that that mattered, not really, his head lost in lust as a tongue dug so very eagerly up into his tail hole.

"Good boy..." Someone crooned, rubbing him around the base of his horns and behind his ears. "Yes... Good, so good..."

They had more words left to him than Wintergreen did, though his mommies struggled too, considering the drop in their intelligence. The lessening of it took a few words from

"Wittle one," someone cooed, coddling him, smooshing his nose into yet another pair of tits, huge tit-flesh squashing around his muzzle as he desperately lapped and moaned, sucking a thick nipple into his mouth. "Yes... Oh... Mommy luvs you! Soooo gooooood, besthht boi..."

That was an impressive sentence for her through her slurring, fumbled words, considering how her thought processes were changing, though the tigresses did not mind, not as their skin prickled and tingled, showing them all that could be possible with the ramping up of their lust. Her nose pressed in closer and closer to his tail hole, though Wintergreen was not aware of what was happening with so much overwhelming him, the pressure building up inside him. His nuts throbbed, two feet across each, larger than his cock was (when it came to things being proportional) but that only allowed him even more cum to send forth, pump after pump, when his time came.

Yet his orgasm that time was even swifter to arrive as he howled, cries muffled, between another's tits, practically motorboating them as milk drooled and dripped all around him, too lost in the moment to care anymore. He didn't even remember just why he had been so against everything that they had been offering him there in the first place, losing himself, the goat that Wintergreen had once been.

"Let momma make your bottom feel good..." One crooned, her tongue thick in her mouth, slurping, drooling, moaning. "Soooooo gooood, wittle baby boi..."

Yes... Good... Pleasure... Feels...good...

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His mind worked slowly, tongue hanging out, the teasing pressure on his tail hole sending his cock spurting straight down the maw of another lustful tigress, though she gulped and swallowed it all down. Her throat expanded to take his larger cock as it rammed its way down, his nuts heavy, so heavy - or at least they would have been heavy if he had had to hold up his own body at all. With so many tigresses to rest on and to play with, he might never have had to walk on his own two hooves ever again.

Deeper... Fuck... Need...more...

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Wintergreen grunted, humping and grinding, though it was hard not to push back onto the tongue and muzzle of the tigress behind him. Her nose disappeared into his anal ring, shocking him dimly with how easily his own body stretched, though it was merely his increased elasticity at work, showing him just a little bit more of what his body could do. Her entire head disappeared inside his anal passage as his entire body exploded in orgasm, pumping load after load into a tiger's maw, while his backside was pleased.

It was good, even though his mind slipped away from him, psychedelic images flashing across his vision as he blinked. One time, he blinked and the tigress before him had become twenty feet tall, a perfect example of hyper beauty. Another time, he blinked and he was suddenly surrounded by breasts and only breasts, the tiger faces even having been replaced by breasts and not only their butts.

"Yesh..." He slurped through the saliva in his mouth, though it was mostly the lack of intelligence that made his words harder to understand. "More... Yesh... Pleashhh..."

"Suck on moooommmmyyy..." The tigresses slurred. "Real good, deeeeeep nipple suuuuck..."

"Ohhh, good boi... Wintergreen... Good wittle...baby boi..."

They were more intelligent than him in terms of mental capacity, though it was easier for them to speak when they were not actively fucking Wintergreen, breasts jiggling. One dragged him into a kiss as the maw around his spurting cock was swapped for a butt, the breasts pressing around him as he squeezed his rampantly hard dick into a tail hole that sucked his length down easily.

Time had no meaning, the light in there always the same, as the tigresses pooled around him, the drugs in the goat's system making him feel as if the world was shaking, shifting and tilting around him. Yet it was all very pleasant and pleasurable, as if the world had been turned into a giant trampoline, sending him bouncing and cavorting wildly through the air, each bounce firing off tigresses with giant, jiggling bobs along with him.

"Wheeeeeee!"

There was no longer a tigress under his tail, though the sensation of pleasure remained as he hungrily pounded a tail hole. It had been silly, really silly, to hold back, driving on, thrust after thrust bringing a fresh wave of tingling pleasure to him. His balls hung down to his knees, a little beyond, swelling and churning, the rate of growth increasing as his intelligence dumbed down. But he didn't need that, not with such a long, thick cock, a cock to please, a cock to fuck with. He didn't know what else he would possibly do with a cock otherwise, humping into a tail hole, feeling the stretch around him even as his length blossomed more and more.

A shorter time again between orgasm and his largest, longest climax yet. It was one that rumbled up from the very pit of his being, snarling and heaving, rocking his entire body as he moaned out loud. His nuts ached and ached as he thrust, pounding into the tigress' arse, the softness of the breasts pressing back against his hips so light, so teasing, so alluring. He had to push into it even more furtively as the cannon of his cock finally let loose, spilling his heady load of cum in powerful spurts, his whole lower body shaking from the force of them.

And yet the tigress that he had pushed into, his head full encased between four tits at the time, had to take it all.

"Yes... Fill... Fill mommyyyyy! Yesh! Yesh, oh, yesh!"

Her cries echoed across the room, mingling with those of others, yet she had to take every drop of cum as it pumped up inside her, bloating out her stomach more and more. The sheer volume of it, his nuts forever replenishing what was inside them, forced her belly to expand to contain it, which was another way in which the extreme elasticity helped her body satisfy Wintergreen. Her breasts lifted a little, pushed out of the way as she groaned, tongue spilling out, drooling thickly, hours having passed.

Yes... Yes, their time was coming, even though she did not have to talk fluently and fluidly to be the very best mommy she possibly could be to Wintergreen. That was her purpose in life, the only reason she was there and had wanted to be there, she thought dimly, climaxing yet again on the goat's shaft. A dick did not have to be rammed into her pussy anymore to make her cum, anything, even the lightest of touches, setting the incredibly horny tigresses off. It was the best way to live and there was little else that any of them could have wanted.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

He filled her up like a balloon, her stomach fifteen feet across in the end, bloated out so perfectly with sloshing seed that it did not even sag under its own weight. The tenseness of her skin was such that her strong body held him perfectly, even though Wintergreen moaned through sloppy mouthfuls of saliva, head spinning.

The goat panted heavily, though that was merely a reflex. Some part of him finally understood that the need to breathe had slipped from him, along with pain. Everything felt good, even being bumped and jostled, as he sat back onto four pairs of huge tits, though Wintergreen could not tell whether they all belonged to one tiger or two. It didn't matter, not as he sat on their incredible softness, the give in them taking his breath away as his head was cradled.

"Good baby boi..."

"Sweet goatie..."

"Mommy's best boi..."

"Stay with your mommies foreverrrrrr, yesh, Winter... Winter... Wint-errrr-green..."

They had more words in their repertoire than he did, slurring and fumbling, though Wintergreen grinned goofily, their faces wavering and darting above him, no longer just orange and white and black but flickering through all shades of the rainbow. He liked that, he liked that rather a lot, though he did not understand how his reality was being twisted as if he was in a simulation. The moans of all the others waiting for him filled his ears, his cock turgid, already ready to cum again even though it had been hardly any minutes at all since his last climax.

One of the tigresses took a strap-on cock and ground into another, providing a show for him while he sat on the chair of breasts, ramming into another tigress to show off what their bodies could do. The goat moaned at the show, but he could no longer speak, only straining dully, unintelligently, knowing that he wanted something even as his cock throbbed. But what was it? Oh... Oh, he wanted his mommy!

"Take care..."

"...of you..."

"Only our...gooooood boi, Winter...greeeeen..."

"Cute wittle goatie boi...just..."

"The besth goathee boi in the whole worrrld..."

They finished each other's sentences with what words they had, panting, slurping on their own saliva, eyes bright with desire for him. Before his eyes, the strap-on fucking tigers, one standing and one on all fours, a sort of downward facing dog position, growing larger and larger, as if they were being projected on a screen.

A show... A show just for him! A tiger claimed his mouth with hers and, even though she was in the way as she kissed him, he still could see everything that was going on, the drugs filling in the blanks, the moans of the tigers reverberating sweetly through him. He saw them fucking harder and faster in psychedelic, crazy colours, their breasts bloating out even more so that the two of them, in his drug-induced haze, filled half the arena.

The breasts under him squashed softly as he kissed the tigress, saliva wetly share and slopped between their muzzles, spilling down her tits as more and more milk leaked out. He groped her breasts eagerly, forgetting, finally, that he had had any resistance to what was happening in the first place, though the sweetness of that cream was something that he yearned for too.

"Mm... Good bois..." The tiger moaned, paws sweeping down his back as if she really was a mother proud of her grown son. "Get cream... Kitty cream..."

Her eyes sparkled as she pressed in closer, drawing his muzzle gently but firmly down to her breasts. He swapped between them, suckling and breastfeeding, his cock throbbing as he luxuriated in the taste of her, cumming without even touching his cock. From that point on, he would not need his shaft to be touched to climax, leaving him with barely thirty seconds, considering all the horny scenes around him, between orgasms. And that number would only lower and lower, until one orgasm was no longer even discernible from the one that preceded it.

"Mmm... My...turn... Want...Wintergreen..." Hazy with lust, it was impossible for them to be clear, drunkenly swaying, holding Wintergreen close to them. "Pleasth him... You need...to be...gooooood. Sit on our titsssss, goathie... Make feel good for mommy!"

They had to force out their words between grunts and groans, yet they were perfectly entitled to take that as Wintergreen sat back a little more heavily onto the breasts under him. Even that was hot, his churning, aching nuts down to his calves, throbbing more and more urgently with blistering loads of cum. There was too much sensation, yet he was not prepared for how his lips stretched to take not one but two nipples from different tigers into his mouth at once.

He lapped and licked, jetting off another orgasm, painting faces and boobs and bodies in his cream, dripping down their stripes as if it was a decadent experience for the felines. It poured over them as they drank down all that landed on their muzzles, rubbing the rest into their fur, though it only served to make their breasts even softer than they had been before. The double nipple breastfeeding had him cumming again only thirty seconds later, feeding them when none of them even needed any kind of sustenance at all down their throats.

He'd lost himself, but the goat never again wanted to find himself. He could not speak anymore, only grunting and groaning, making unintelligible moans as he drank down more and more of their milk, feeling it pool in his belly. Several tigresses clustered in as closely together as possible, their breasts all squashing against one another, though the stretchiness of their bodies at least meant that it would not restrict them in any way, even with the size of their breasts. Drool splattered over his jerking, throbbing cock, for the moment between orgasms, tongues lapping, so many, all together, all sharing his cock as if it was a fine treat. Yet it was the only treat that they would need for the rest of their days, spending the remainder of their lives, which, of course, would be forever, in sexual fervour, lusting and loving.

"Yesh... Besth boi... Ohhhhhhh, such biiiiiig balllllllssssss!"

Could there be any better fate for any of them?

The tigers did not leave his balls out either, slurping on them, lapping and slurping, soaking them with their saliva, coating them completely. And there was an awful lot of his swelling, throbbing nuts to please too, every bit of him aching with desire. He had to cum, he knew he had to, though orgasm rumbled in the back of his mind, reality seeming to slow down for a moment as he cried out into the breasts before him, sucking on their strawberry nipples, the skin so soft, so tender.

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

More, he wanted more, but he didn't know any way that he could let them know that, not as he heaved and shuddered, his tail flicking back and forth, though no one paid any attention to that. All that mattered was how their drool coated his nuts, nuzzling into them, caressing, even using their tits to rub against them, everything and anything that they could possibly do to please him. Nothing was off-limits.

"Oh... Good boi..."

"Mommy's boi..."

As they shared his cock between them, one finally succeeding in taking his five-foot length (and growing in that moment to six-foot) down her throat, he moaned, his whole body shaking as the need to cum overwhelmed him. The soft breasts under his butt jiggled and shook, though he was comfortable there, so very comfortable, exactly where he needed to be. His head fell back, nipples popping from his lips in a spray of milk, though there were lips there instead, eagerly kissing him, his entire world tigresses. Drool was passed from one mouth into the other and shared lustfully between them, though there was nothing else that anyone else there would have wanted, not when they were all lusting to such an extent.

His cum shot forth, pumping down the tigress' throat, though her maw was swapped for a pussy before he was done. They just wanted him so much, all of his mommies, everyone looking after him, looking out for him, the warmth of their love and lust swelling around him in such a way that he could not ignore it.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Someone slurped on his throat, leaving a hickey that would soon be covered with many more. "Such a big cock-k-k-k... Ahahahaha... Big boi with big cock-k-k-k..."

Always with them. Everything they wanted. Everything he wanted. Could there be more?

"Your mommieeeees always care... Grow bigerrrrrrrr for your mommies!"

Safe. Warm. Protected. Wintergreen shivered. Terribly aroused, so horny, his balls sagging more and more, spilling down the tits under him. When he was no longer sitting on their boobs, he would find that they came all the way down to the ground like two giant bean bags, giving him even more cum to play with, more to fill the sexy, slutty tigress mommies with.

They moaned for him, a pussy grinding back onto his cock as his body was used even while they pleased him, taking climax after climax on his cock. The intervals between orgasms had reverted all the way down to ten seconds, if even that, and his jaw always hung slack, even his tongue feeling too thick and too heavy in his muzzle.

Words? What were words? A goat did not need words, not when his mommies were there. They would look after him, taking care of all of that for him, moaning, grunting, trying to thrust even from where he sat as pussy after pussy enveloped his cock.

"Fill us!"

That was one of the clearest cries that was sent forth, perhaps due to the lack of syllables, though the tigresses clung to it, his mommies taking up the chant as they squeezed their giant tits together.

"Fill us! Fill us! Fill us!"

Oh, he would... Anything they wanted. He didn't actually know, in his mind, what that meant, however, each orgasm pounding into a different tigress. The intervals between climaxes were almost entirely gone as his huge nuts sagged, aching. Didn't they know that he needed to cum? All he could see was their lustful bodies, the projected figures of a thousand tigresses all around him, hovering in the air where it didn't even make sense, groaning, heaving.

He was already lost and yet Wintergreen still felt as if he was losing himself, that there was a sense of some part of him fading. The goat didn't have a clue what it was, however, languishing in the moment, sitting on their breasts and giggling faintly as he bounced.

That felt fun... His life was fun!

He didn't remember what had brought him there as he stood helped up by the tigers, though the room around him cycled through different colours, showing him different scenarios. Whether that was a function of the room or the drugs infusing his system was another matter entirely and not one that Wintergreen would ever find out about as he laughed and sat on his huge, squashy nuts instead, bouncing on them as they ached and churned with cum. His cock erupted once more as the scene around him changed from a lusciously erotic rainforest in bright, ever-changing colours, to a nightclub, flashing lights giving him variety. It would not stay like that for long, however, not as his cock plugged the pussy or arse - he really didn't care - of a lusty tigress, one who simply ached to take every inch of his cock, no matter how much he made her belly bulge.

There was plenty of room for his cock, even as the walls around him, so far off in the distance, became tiger-striped in orange and black, as lusty a colour as he had ever seen. He mumbled something, eyes wide and innocent, saliva splattering down his chest.

He remembered nothing as he staggered, though the tigresses heled him, a literal sea of breasts supporting him, many of the tigers lying down on the floor to provide a mattress of sorts. His cock topped out at eight feet in length, though the tigers still had no worry about taking him as their bodies twisted and stretched so very easily to take him.

"Yes, moooommmmmy's boi!"

"More!"

They encouraged him on sweetly and lustfully, though he had cycled through so many felines that he came back around to fuck the same tiger again, his cock aching, spilling a constant load of cum. No one minded the loads splattering breasts and faces, slopping down their bodies, the tigers crying out for more, always telling him how strong and sweet he was, how he was doing well. At least, that was what they tried to say, even though their eyes were glazed over with a dimming of intelligence. They'd come back to themselves a little more another time when they played with their intelligence levels to find out what best suited them, though they would never be as far gone as Wintergreen.

All the goat could do, his intelligence rotted down to practically nothing, was to fuck. There was always a tiger there, as he grinned like a fool, caught up in hyper lust and pleasure, jamming his dick into a pussy or an arse or a maw, not caring where it slammed. Even their nipples were thick and swollen enough to take his dick as he tested them out too in a very literal tit-fuck, uncaring of how much time had passed.

"Unff... Ohhhhh!"

He moaned, pumping up that tiger's tits with cum as it mixed with her milk, fucking both of her breasts as if he was experiencing one continuous orgasm that had no end. Yes, yes... Yes, it was all he needed, his tongue always hanging out of his mouth, not bothering to close it. He didn't take in much of what was around him, even though he "saw" it, moaning, rocking his body to the beat and rhythm that only the tigers there could control.

"There, there..." A tall tigress with the largest breasts of all, easily ten feet each across to such a point that even she had a slight bit of difficulty walking. "Come to mooooommy."

Yes... Yes, he would. His mommy was the best. He snuggled in close to her, burying his face between her breasts, moaning softly, licking at her strawberry nipples, all six of them. He worked his way up and down, completely and utterly lost in the moment, whimpering and moaning, his tongue always hanging out as breasts encased him, a breast-butt grinding onto his cock, somehow, as someone took his dick into their tight backside.

The overload of cum that sloshed forth disappeared around the tigers on the ground, as their fur could not soak up all of it, even though it was the best of moisturisers for them. There was a drainage system in place, but that was not something Wintergreen was privy too, never without a pussy or an arse or a maw. Even the breasts on the tigers' arses were good to fuck, anything that touched his cock giving him pleasure, a dumb, mindless fuck machine that existed for only one purpose in the world.

"Ohhhhhh!"

However... Not all was well with Wintergreen's world. Even though he would never again understand what it was to have freedom, broken entirely with his hyper body, his body primed for solely pleasure, his freedom had been taken from him. And with the entrapment of the goat, the government program was deemed a success, so that the final males who had escaped their rulings on other continents could be brought to endless lust too.

Never again would he know the feel of a cool breeze on his fur, though the sensation of cum pouring viscously from his cock would forever be in his mind. Never would he kiss another without drool slopping from one mouth to the other, a tongue forcing its way dominantly to the back of his mouth, deeply French kissing wetly when he could have experienced a gentler experience. And never again would he be able to kick back in front of the TV doing nothing at all, not when his purpose in life, until the end of all eternity, would be to fuck and to fuck, with nothing else left to him.

At least Wintergreen did not know as he sucked on two hyper tits pushed together, slurping on their flesh and lavishing attention on their nipples as he tried to get even more of the strawberry flavour. He did not know and he never would know, his intelligence permanently broken, a mindless fuck toy for the tigers, even though that was what they were supposed to be to him. Maybe things could have been different if anyone had ever actually stopped to ask Wintergreen what it was that he wanted too.

But no one did as he slurped on their breasts and moaned, a maw wrapped around his dick as he pounded down a tiger's throat, another lashing their tongue over his anal ring. His arsehole ached desperately, though there was no longer a time where he could not remember enjoying that kind of attention, how crudely lewd it was. Yet in the realm of sexual fantasies with the tigers, his reality warped and twisted as his mommies took care of him, coddling and loving on him, anything was possible.

There, there were no limits. Not even the ones that Wintergreen should have been able to set out for himself.

They'd all forget about Wintergreen, in time, except to praise themselves, those in the government and in power, for rehabilitating him so well, for giving him the life that he should always have been fit to lead. The sweetheart deserved it, they said, as the years passed, ten years, twenty years, fifty years, a hundred years, a thousand years...

Time there was endless. And Wintergreen would still be found aching for ecstasy, as his orgasm pounded through him, ongoing, as if he had never had it once in his life before. His cock jetted out more and more cum, tigers lolling and rolling, fat and heavy with his seed, their stomachs round with cum, even as it drooled thickly from all their holes too in the messiest cream-pies ever. Wintergreen was forever fucking, always engaged in sex, his body stronger than ever, even if his true mind was no longer present in his body.

His reality shift had given him the life that he had never asked for and that everyone else had wanted.

Wintergreen moaned, head thrown back, slamming into a tiger's throat, revelling in the tongue and nose shoved into his backside. All that was left to him was ecstasy.

The end of his reality.