Growing girl: part 1

Sometimes there are those days in which things just start off in a weird way, but you can't quite put your finger on what exactly is it that feels weird or wrong. Maybe there's nothing wrong at all, maybe you just woke up with a weird taste in your mouth, maybe your back is a little cranky and maybe it's just a stray thought that bothers you and just won't go away. But for Quil, the weirdness of it all was just how good it felt to finger herself that morning.

The young dragoness had a nice routine going on in her life, one that helped her mind get on the right track every day: the horrible alarm clock would ring and make her groggily slam the button with her hand, prompting her to check for the time and see if maybe the damn thing had woken her up earlier than normal. With her phone in mind she'd settle in bed as her body woke up, idly scrolling through posts on some social media platforms she was active, aimlessly wandering between pages till she found something nice and fun to look at. When that happened, and it happened quite early as she followed many pages that dealt with very, very lewd stuff, part of her would wake up faster than the rest: her sheets would tent slightly as she reached beneath them and stroked herself for a while or turned around to finger herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy as her search for something interesting to look at slowly wandered around for lewder and smuttier content. Before long she was fingering herself harder and harder, her mattress and bed sheets stained with her arousal as her pussy spasmed and squirted just hard enough to make her cock painfully stiff, the scent of male and female in her body fighting to get attention by her sadly limited time and hands.

By the first orgasm of the day, Quil was up and about, her inner thighs painted with juices that dripped down her legs and onto her feet while she was preparing her clothes for work and then made breakfast. The days she started off by fingering herself meant that she'd spend breakfast idly stroking her decently sized seven incher while eating cereal or sipping on some coffee. As the news droned on in the background, the young dragoness would stroke and squeeze her shaft, teasing the soft barbs lining her cockhead, precum pooling and splattering gently under the table until she'd blow, maybe getting some of her load into her cereal bowl, maybe just painting the table in white streaks as her nuts tensed and relaxed. Sufficiently sweaty and worked up, she'd take a shower or else she'd reek of cum and sex all day, as pleasurable as that might have been, but that did not prevent her from getting another orgasm in while under the shower. The bathroom wall was covered in a decent array of toys to use, dildos thrown here and there and fleshlights in neat baskets, allowing her to bounce her bubble butt on them while water washed away her scent, at least for the day.

However, that day everything felt way too good: her first orgasm made her squirm in bed, the wet patch her squirt had made was bigger than normal, coupled with the hands free load shot from her cock, she had to put the sheets in the washing machine immediately. As she stroked herself at the table, her load had arched through the air and landed all over her tits and just a couple drops into the coffee cup, while her pussy had left a wet, lewd print on the chair. It was odd but she didn't complain.

"Mmmh..." Quil moaned, enjoying the hot water running over her scales as she took the ritual shower before getting into her work clothes, gently fingering herself but not daring to get herself over the edge. "I could get used to this..." She sighed: the reason why she so eagerly and routinely got off in the morning was because her life was otherwise rather boring, just an endless string of workdays and weekends stacked back to back, some holidays here and there but hardly anything exciting. "Mmmhh..." She groped her tits and stared at the foggy reflection in the mirror, sizing herself up. She didn't normally do that but that weird itch behind her head made her feel like giving herself a good look: her scales looked just fine, maybe a little shinier than normal with all the water reflecting the early morning sun, her ass was just as cute and bubbly as ever, her tits looked still in the C cup range, nothing unusual there either. Just her cock and pussy felt a little more sensitive, as did her nipples that just didn't want to go down. She bit her lip as she put on her clothes and felt the soft fabric brush against her sensitive bits, her shaft bulging her crotch ever so slightly as her nubs were still visible under her work shirt. "Well..." Quil murred and played with her tits a little bit, enjoying the heft in her palms, but sadly work called and she needed to go. Her toys silently stared back at her from the floor and the walls as she closed the house behind her and left for yet another boring day of mind-numbing number crunching.

Her cubicle welcomed her like it did for most other days, plain-looking despite her attempts to make it feel cosy and pleasant, after all she did have to spend a lot of her time there, but any serious renovation was met with opposition from the management department. And, speaking of the devil, as she had just sat down and turned on her computer, one appeared from behind the divisor cardboard wall.

"Hey, Quil, had a fun weekend?" The polar bear lady was by far the best manager that Quil had ever had, though that did not make the two of them friends, it just gave them a relationship way less troubled than with most other upper management folks.

"Yeah, you could say that." The dragoness had spent the entire two days she had just cleaning and resting before another week of work. "You?"

"Eh, can't say I did much, had to catch up with some work that some of the upper-upper management tossed down on me." The bear rolled her eyes and sighed. "Would you mind to help me a bit? There's just a couple things left to do and I've got a deadline to meet." Inside her mind Quil was silently dying, remembering just why the huge bear was not her friend and just a mildly less annoying. She nodded and took over a stack of papers that definitely did not look like a couple things and would most likely take her the entire morning, which would then put her own schedule behind and force her to work harder the next day. "By the way, you're looking good today." The manager smiled as she waved and then disappeared. As she said that, Quil's chest puffed up a bit, her shirt suddenly a size too small as her bust gained some mass. Unaware of the slight, nearly imperceptible change, she sighed and began chipping away at the extra work she had been granted.

That imperceptible little bit of growth did not stop: like water drops ending in a small glass, the container was bound to spill before long. Quil's dress was not meant to contain anything beyond a small D cup, but within an hour of growth she was already closing in on a full D, the kind that she had always wanted to have back when she was just a growing teen. The weight was not that noticeable but the tightness in her chest was, the shirt was clearly stretched more than it was meant to be and her nipples could be seen poking through the fabric. The dragoness ignored it, opting to quietly unbutton it to give herself some breathing room, but instead of helping, that only made thing so much worse. The second that her breasts were free from the first layer of their prison, they bloated big enough that even if she were to try and get her shirt back on, she'd not be able to in the least, filling and growing heavier by the minute.

"How's work coming up?" The bear came back after three hours, tapping on the side of the cubicle divider with her white snout and black nose and the middle aged woman's glasses, the stereotypical kind. Quil was woken up from her work trance and stretched, a couple buttons from her blouse popping and hitting the cubicle. She cocked an eyebrow and then looked at the stack of papers. Quil sighed and handed them over.

"All done." The dragoness yawned and stretched again, this time, instead of having buttons pop, her shirt was suddenly soaked by a couple thin squirts of milk as her breasts sloshed and grew another cup right then and there. "Oh, oh my..." Quil blushed and rushed to cover her chest, the near full E cup sloshing in her arms as milk kept on spilling forth, her nipples digging almost painfully in the shirt as she felt herself grow hot from embarrassment and a hint of lust as the pressure made her bite her lips with pleasure.

"Forgot to milk yourself before work?" Dahlia grinned and shrugged. "It's quite alright, I know the feeling." Almost as if on cue, her own breasts swelled and grew, her nipples visible through the increasingly wet front of her dress as the titanic H cup swells sloshed and strained the cotton. The clear lack of bra on her end was hardly mentioned before she blushed as well. "See? Gosh, I'm such a clutz." Quil's entire front was drenched in milk, the air in the cubicle sweet and thickly laden with that wonderful creamy scent. "You may take a bit to get yourself sorted out if you want." The bear smiled and turned around, her tits swaying and spraying other workers as she reminded everyone about deadlines.

Quil blushed hard as she turned around and began working on her actual tasks, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as other parts of her started growing as well. The sweet, sweet scent was lovely and all she could think was getting her snout in between her boss' tits and motorboat them till she passed out, which made her grow hard, hot and bothered. The dragoness tried to push the thoughts to the back of her mind but no matter what, she couldn't get them out, adding to the number of intrusive ideas buzzing about in her brain. Quil did her best to do her job, but the more she ignored her body, the more it screamed for her to give it attention: every time she looked down her tits were a little wetter, her milk having soaked her bra and shirt all the way down till she could see her areolae through the ruined cotton. Her cock was likewise insistent, each time she checked whether she had made a mess down there it was tenting her dress a bit more and more and more. The nearly footlong tent throbbing under the sky blue dress was far too visible and hardly excusable as her milk-soaked front. Forgetting to milk herself was something that happened often... but going around with an eleven-inch boner beneath her clothes was not appropriate at all. Quil decided to use that as reason to get out of the spot and rush into the bathroom, hoping that most would be distracted by her palm sized areolae and gushing tits to notice the fat cock and the apple-sized nuts threatening to ruin her panties. Back in her cubicle, the chair had a most lewd print in the shape of her muff, and a thin lazy river of juices dripping from the back that turned the small space into a sweet yet musky sauna.

The door to the bathroom closed loudly behind her as she rushed into a stall and sat down, unbuttoning her dress and tossing her bra out of the way with a sigh of freedom. But as pleasurable as letting her tits hang freely, or how good it was to lift them and feel their weight in her palms, her cock had precedence. She almost tore her pants off, moaning as her shaft bobbed and slapped on her belly, leaving a lewd mark on her clothes just before it fired a fat wad of pre onto the door. Quil bit her lip and touched herself, her hands exploring the twelve thick inches of draconic cockflesh she sported.

"FFFuck... I came twice just this morning..." She bit her lip and licked her palm, cleaning it from the milk and precum mix coating it, the taste of her shaft budding on her taste buds. She sat down on the toilet and sighed, slowly stroking herself, her legs spreading wider while her balls churned. It took her barely fifteen seconds to cum and when she came her entire body sang and shivered, her arms squeezing around her shaft, squeezing her tits and spraying the stall door in milk just as the first shot arched through the air and splattered on the same door. "Oh fuck..." Quil mewled, toes curling as shot after shot left her nuts, painting the grey plywood white. As she leaned back to catch her breath, her balls gurgled and swelled, bloating fatter and fatter till they took all the space between her legs. She was still coming down from her high to realize it, merely feeling even fuller as she felt her cock throb back up again from her sheath and slap her belly once more, a little bigger than before as a fat dollop of cum hit her in the chin. "Mmmh." Quil huffed and grabbed her cock, holding it between two hands as she pumped them up and down, shivering hard whenever she brushed over her barbs, her balls slapping against the now soaked toilet seat.

The dragoness stood up, mewling under her breath as she realized the seat was coated in pussy juice, as were her pants. Quil kept on stroking, going faster and faster and faster as she pumped her cock like her life depended on it, jets of precum splattering and washing away the previous load, each shot of pre surpassing what she had spilled before by far, her nuts swaying and steaming in the air. She curled her tail and stuffed it inside her pussy, her thick appendage sliding a few inches inside with ease, rocking back and forth erratically as her body twitched and hiccuped in spasms of raw pleasure like she had never felt before. Her balls pulled up tight as her muff gushed, splattering on the toilet bowl with a sizeable squirt, the tail curling and squirming inside her as if alive, making her cum even harder. Quil's cock throbbed, fattening even more with a massive, titanic load: the first spurt hit the door with the strength of a punch, rattling the unsteady lock, the second made the entire stall vibrate slightly as the backlash hit her in the face, what little of clothing had been spared from her milk or honey was now coated in streaks and streaks of cum. The fourth shot pushed the door open slightly and kept on going, a near solid beam of cum that hit the wall and splattered all over the floor.

She didn't just stop after four loads that would have been several times her orgasms by themselves, no, she just kept on going, their strength waning after a solid thirty seconds of mind-numbing orgasm, her pussy clenching oh so tightly around her tail while her nuts heaved and thrummed with life and unspent loads. Quil came and came and came, cumming so hard she felt lightheaded afterwards. She rushed out of the bathroom before anyone else could get in and see her trying to blow dry her panties and shirt with the air dryer, quietly returning to her cubicle and moaning softly when her soaked muff touched the chair and sent little sparks of pleasure up her spine, making her cock throb in her dress all over again. Her breasts were far less easy to trigger, merely leaking whenever she moved too hard or too fast.

Work was a little bit hellish for the rest of the day and justifiably so: Quil had to fight the urge to rush to the bathroom several times just to stay ahead of her work since the heavens seemed to smile upon her after that incident and granted her far less stuff to do as soon as the bear's extra work had been taken off her paws. Still, the fact that she hadn't managed to milk herself for the entire afternoon had taken a toll on her body and her mind, leaving her far more tired than she'd normally be even if she were to work twice as hard. The light buzz that had settled in her tits and pussy was almost pleasant however, a gentle, constant reminder that she was horny and could use a good dicking, a reminder that pushed her to squirm and cream herself a couple times as her balls churned hard and her cock decided that it'd not settle between her legs, steadily rising until the tip was kissing her underboobs and painting them with thick loads of pre. Luckily the stains were covered by her milk and that granted her some respite from the worry of being judged.

Once she finally managed to get home, things didn't get any better, rather, she got much hornier and needier as the distance between her and her door shrank. The second she closed the door behind her, her cock throbbed oh so hard she saw a few shots squirt through her clothes. Quil never undressed so fast and with such need as that afternoon, her soaked panties and now ruined bra tossed in the trash, her dress joining the sheets in the laundry basket as she grabbed her toys from the bathroom wall and jumped on her couch. She huffed, grabbing her tits, her tail stroking her cock up and down while she milked herself, her steel hard nipples gushing milk all over her front, adding to the fat spurts of pre that turned her breasts in a shining heaven of burgeoning titflesh. Quil mewled hard, her toy already forgotten since here mere fingers were making her squeal and squirm with such ease it felt almost wrong. She was on fire, her muff so wet she could just cram four fingers in with barely any foreplay, just pumping her cunt hard and nice till she arched her back and quirted so far she baptized the tv and the carpet. Her cock joined soon after, a dozen fat ropes splattering on her tits and chin, just as much as she had spilled in the bathroom and maybe more. She had already cum four times that day, shot a couple pints of spunk, maybe an entire gallon of milk and still she felt horny, full and needy. Normally she'd not consider going to a club during before a workday but this time she just couldn't help but want to prowl for some fun as her senses were drowned by industrial music and no little amount of cheap alcohol. Well, maybe something better than cheap, it was a good day after all, despite her burning need.

She even put on her good evening dress, the one that highlighted all her curves in all the right ways, only that now it was several sizes too small in all those places: her tits were threatening to tear her top apart, her ass filling every inch of her pants as her balls and cock made a most lewd bulge in the front. She'd be ashamed to put it on had she not found herself immensely attractive, her musk still strong as she hadn't taken a long enough shower to mask the sheer potency of her arousal. Her pussy was begging for a filling and forbade from wasting any more time. As the night drew closer, she reached a nice bar, the kind that caters to the right folk and has some actually good service. In her dark evening dress, with her tits nearly spilling out of the silk and her ass swaying behind, her entrance had been a matter of fact rather than a matter of time. Inside, the smell of decent food and the pleasant noise of chatting welcomed her with open arms, making her forget for a split second about the reason why she was here. Before long the music had started drowning the chatter and people slowly headed for the dance floor, couples at first but eventually larger groups till the scent of sweat spread in the air, bringing more and more people to the heated areas of the bar.

Quil did not rush, she was rather hungry and she had wasted all her time stroking and playing with herself instead of getting something in her stomach before heading out. She ordered some food at the counter, and despite the rather big crowd, it arrived quickly and made her stomach growl. The first bite made her moan and roll her eyes back and not only because she was hungry, but for her it felt as if the mere act of swallowing and having something in her mouth made her aroused and hornier than before. She could feel every bite of food stretch her gullet, every morsel no matter how tiny, and they all made her squirm in her seat. The young dragoness did not know why she was this turned on by eating, but she wasn't about to complain since just sitting there and eating had made her cum hands free. Her seat was a waterfall, her pussy so immensely wet she couldn't believe it was actually her own body: her clit rubbed against her inner thighs and the underside of her bowling-ball-sized nuts, bigger than she had ever felt it before. Reaching under her dress to gently flick it had granted her another orgasm, her muff squirting hard as a gush of juices dripped down her legs and onto the floor. Luckily no one was looking or hearing her moans, even the guy next to her was too busy making out with some other dude to notice the dragoness biting her lips and grinding her ass onto the chair, nor the flow of honey down her seat. And to top it off, her ass felt... bigger too, maybe it was the dress that was too small for her, maybe she'd put on some weight, or maybe the damn thing had grown bigger while she rode orgasm after orgasm just by eating and rubbing her pussy on the seat, straining the already small dress.

"Hey cutie." Someone approached her from behind, ordering a drink immediately after sitting next to her. "Seems you're alone." The young lizard was somewhat sweaty, clearly he had been dancing for a while, but seeing as he was hitting on her and not getting more drinks, his luck on the floor must have been somewhat scarce. He smiled and licked his lips. "And seems like you're in need of some... help." He winked and reached to grope her ass, but she grinned and grabbed his hand, shoving it inside her dress. Quil mewled as she felt hands that were not hers touch her pussy, his calloused fingers teasing her lips just well enough to make her squirm. "Holy..." The lizard gasped as he felt her pussy swell against his palm, her lips so heated, the entire organ fattening and plumping up. His hands came up absolutely drenched in juices. He couldn't believe it, so he slid it back in and this time his entire hand was swallowed by her pussy up to his wrist as if it was nothing. Quil murred and came a bit, gushing lightly as her cock painted the underside of the bar through her clothes.

"Oh, I need more than help, cutie." The dragoness huffed and let him touch her cock as well. He mewled and gulped, his own hard as steel as he finally realized that the puddle he had stepped in was not quite a regular puddle of spilled booze. "How about it?" He gulped. "Your name?"

"K-Kevin..." The words began to fail him as his cock was gently stroked by her palms. He felt her honey on his shaft: had she been playing with herself in public? Just how desperate for cock was she?

"So, Kevin, how about you follow me?" Quil kissed him on the lips and headed to the back of the bar, wherever her nose led her. Kevin meekly followed, his cock almost bursting through his pants as he stared at her ass. The lizard could see her muff through her clothes, even if just barely, the utterly soaked dress glued to her backside, her clit sticking out like a cute little button. He realized her balls were huge, bigger than his, hell, bigger than any he had ever seen, bowling ball-sized at least and maybe bigger. "Here." She pushed him into a closet full of supplies, her dress dropping down before he had even realized she was unbuttoning his pants. Within a few seconds the small closet started to reek of balls, cum and heat, the scent of her pussy and her need so great Kevin felt on the verge of blowing on the spot. "Oh, fuck... you're a big boy." She caressed his shaft, a good foot of ridged flesh that he had been proud of, until she slapped her own against it and made him notice she was twice his size and then some. That being said, he did not complain, not when she was turning around and lifting her tail up for him. "Stuff me, stud."

"N-no condom?" Kevin huffed and gulped loudly, his cock brushing against the folds of the dragoness, her pussy squirting lightly, already lubing his shaft. The idea of sinking inside that muff raw, to feel her flesh upon his was immensely alluring, but no one was this wet unless it was heat season.

"No condom. I don't care, I just... mmmmh... just need some stuffing." Quil mewled, pushing herself against the wall as she lined up her pussy with his cock. The two bit their lips as their bodies connected, his cock sinking inside her with a lewd slick sound, her muff gushing as it felt a steel hard shaft slide inside, the other feeling the hottest, wettest pussy he had ever had the luck of seeing swallow his cock like it was nothing. "Oh Ffffuck yes." The dragoness huffed loudly again, pushing herself again as she took every last inch of his cock inside her, her own massive, thick, barbed shaft throbbing oh so hard. There was a bucket right beneath her and it was already starting to fill as her pre flowed endlessly.

"Oh lords..." Kevin was as close to heaven as he could get, his cock buried to the hilt inside the wettest and juiciest muff he had ever seen, his nose chock full of raw manly musk that was making him even more turned on.

The raw feeling of flesh upon flesh was too great. He began moving before he even realized it, his hips moving on their own, hammering at the juicy rump before him with a burning need. And with every clap, that ass seemed to grow bigger and fatter, as if he was the one giving it mass. Quil didn't notice it of course, too busy feeling every single inch of the fat cock inside him, every shot of pre, every twitch and gush that splattered against her cervix with near-impossible clarity, as if she was made to take cock. Her own gushed oh so loudly and messily, the dense, pint-sized loads of spunk splattering all over the closet, her front drenched in her own cum as her tits joined the fray, spilling forth gallons and gallons of rich, creamy, dense milk. The floor was covered in mixed fluids within less than a minute, the rest flowing under the door, warning everyone that passed by not to open, as if the smell or the noises and the loud, desperate moans hadn't already made the staff and customers aware of the state of that hallway.

The lizard came oh so hard minutes after, their rut as quick as it was impossibly pleasurable, time dilating immensely, seconds felt like hours, their muscles sore and burning just as he hilted himself, his cock swelling bigger and bigger, growing well beyond its original size, breaching her needy cervix and into her womb proper just before the first gallon-sized shot of cum poured out of his cockhead and splattered all over her inner chamber. Quil howled, every bit of her gushing, tits, cock, pussy, her ass widening to accommodate a fat, meaty donut worthy of a pornstar. She came with him her own orgasm far, far bigger and stronger, to the point that as her eyes went blank with pleasure, so did the closet, every nook and cranny washed clean with her load. Kevin had never come as hard as before, his nuts churning as they too swelled and fattened, bringing his orgasm to ever growing heights as his nuts refuelled just as he was about to be done. His first load was just a few spurts, then his nuts grew and refilled, making him spill more till he began to run dry, another burst of growth, more cum, over and over till a pair of sizeable melons pushed his thighs wide apart, the two and a half footer buried to the hilt down her pussy throbbing oh so pleasantly for the both of them.

By the time both had stopped cumming, Quil had a huge paunch, three feet wide or so, her pussy was gushing and oozing cum by the bucket, her leg shaking with that pleasant after-sex ache. She murred and let her lover collapse behind him as she shambled out of the closet and then the bar, leaving behind her a messy trail of milk and cum. She cared not for the stares or the look of envy and arousal around her, she was content, happy and satisfied as she could be. Her need to cum was sated, her pussy stuffed, her breast had leaked so much they had stopped gushing and every breath she took reeked of the heaviest musk she had ever smelled. The door of her apartment welcomed her half an hour later, her belly shrunk to a third of its size. She might have collapsed in bed but she managed to see herself in the reflection of the mirror in her bedroom. The sheer lewdness of the state she was in, the ruined clothes, the small waterfall of cum oozing out of her pussy, her massive tits hanging free as her shaft bobbed out of her dress... she grew hard instantly as she stared at herself. Quil bit her lip, her cock aching yet again, its need ever greater as she began to stroke herself where she stood.

She looked so good, she was hot, hotter than she had realized before. Her hands moved faster as her tail caressed her bowling ball-sized nuts, the floor under her soaked with what was left of Kevin's load as if oozed out of her puffy slit. She wanted every day to be like this night, that every day was interesting, wild, pleasurable... she pumped her hands faster as her cock throbbed and grew a couple more inches, the barbs around her cockhead growing more sensitive and numerous. She howled and sped up even more. She was hot, she was happy, she wanted more. Her load gushed all over the mirror, making her reflection even messier than she was, her nuts tensing, swelling and heaving over and over. Tired, she slumped in bed, still stroking herself and reaching another orgasm as her sheets grew soaked with her cum, juices and milk, sleep taking her away as her cock still gushed oh so hard. Over the night she came over and over again, her own musk bringing her to a few more messy climaxes, her cock fattening and growing as her balls churned with denser loads, heavier too, as if she was smuggling something far bigger than their appearance gave away. The bed looked like a warzone long before sunrise, the mattress soaked to the brim, her sheets stuck to her flesh like greedy hands, her idle output oozing out of the fabric. Her tits barely stopped as well, nipples hard as steel, helping her get to those orgasms as they rubbed against the soaked sheets.

The alarm clock brashly woke her up as per usual with its annoying beep, but Quil was still on a decent high after the last night and she was barely fazed by the shrill noises of the damned machine, simply slamming her fist on the button to shut it off before rolling on her back and sighing. She murred and stretched, the completely soaked sheets falling off her cock as it stood high and hard as steel, every inch throbbing hard and begging for a hand to stroke and tend to it. Quil bit her lip, still sleepy but reaching for it anyways, gently gliding her palm over the taut, hot flesh, her soft hands feeling like silk on her needy shaft. The room reeked of cum to high heaven, as if she had been having sex for the entire night, her entire body caked in cooling sludge. The dragoness huffed and puffed and came in less than a minute, her balls tensing and growing taut, firing a dense, gallon-sized shot so hard and so high it hit the ceiling. The next joined it, raining down on her like a lewd, musky shower. Shot after shot after shot, Quil moaned and thrashed around, pumping her cock madly as pleasure woke her up completely, the last spurt fatter and denser than the ones that came before, one last hurrah of the first load of the day that thumped heavily against the ceiling, so hard that the people upstairs stomped and protested. She hardly cared about that, not when the day had started so well.

Her routine that morning was much the same as the day before and the one before that: she got out of bed, got breakfast, took a shower and headed for work, there were many, many differences however. Her first load had painted parts of the bedroom white and she was still oh so pent up and needy, so much so that her cock hadn't even softened one inch. Her breakfast was quick and messy as she milked herself into the cereal bowl, moaning and mewling, her tail pumping her cock under the table to help with the other kind of milking she needed before going to work. The result was that her kitchen counter was covered in milk and a few stray shots of cum after she pulled her cock up, the floor was a mess as she gushed freely all over it, gallons and gallons spilled over a solid minute and a half of unending pleasure. It wasn't as if her pussy had done any less damage, juices flowing like a small waterfall as she rubbed it on the chair. Her ass felt hungry as well, empty, needy, her donut begging for stuffing of its own, so she forgot about using her tail the normal way and just shoved it up her hungry pucker, massaging her prostate from within to milk herself even harder. The shower was... messier, somehow: Quil grabbed not one but two toys, a knotted one to go in her pussy, and another one that was thicker and longer to satisfy that craving of her rump, the suction cups keeping both dildos on the shower wall as she bounced and slammed her wide, bubbly cheeks on the slick tiles. Her last load before work turned the shower white, even the hot water had trouble washing away all of her cum fast enough, the drains gurgling, desperate and struggling while she came more and more and more, her shaft gushing, throbbing and oozing till her ankles were hidden beneath the several inch-thick layer of girl spunk. She stepped out of the shower barely cleaner than before, her scales somewhat shiny but reeking hard of cum and musk.

Getting to the office was quite the challenge that day, mostly because the already cramped car she owned was even smaller that day, her crotch rubbing slightly against the steering wheel, her balls so hefty she had to let them hang over the edge of her seat. As if that wasn't enough, her musk was once again making her horny, her front half drenched in milk as her dress were stained with pussy juices all the way down, her puffy lips making sitting a hard chore that did not help her driving in the least. Thankfully she managed to avoid crashing or incidents on the way, even managing to hide behind the car door before heading up for work, her balls bulging lewdly in front, her massive cock visible as it throbbed and leaked all the way between her tits, the flowing precum mixing with her endless milk, meaning her clothes were nearly see-through as was her rump, glued to her pussy and ass.

"Hey Quil... looking good today." Barely ten steps into the office and she felt a hand impact with her ass loudly, making her moan and gush a little bit. She turned around and saw one of her actual work friends, a stocky bull called Banner that normally tried to be as quiet as he was massive, with mixed results. She blushed as she saw him sporting a new getup: barely anything covered his body, just a thin t-shirt that was ripping at the seams around his pecs and a jock that hid just enough to make it legal for him to walk around. Quil had never realized that Banner was so stacked or so hung, the jock trying hard to contain what looked like a cock as long as her forearm while soft, curled over a swell made by his sloshing nuts. "And smelling good." He leaned in and snorted, his jock twitching as precum made a dark spot on the brown stretchy cloth.

"Th-thanks Banner..." She blushed and huffed as well, his own brand of deeper, manlier, stronger musk making her swoon a bit, her pussy gushing a bit.

"Forgot to milk yourself?" Banner chuckled and reached for her breasts, giving them a quick grope.

"Actually no, I'm just very pent up." Quil chuckled wryly, a little embarrassed, more so because she was leaking so much than because she was half naked and in the presence of a bull twice her size with even less clothing than her.

"You can join me in the bathroom later then, how about it? I'm good at milking cows but I'm sure I can help even a dragoness like you." The bull smiled and reached down to tease at her crotch after giving her tits one last squeeze. "Even down here." Quil bit her lips and huffed, her nuts heaving as she fired a shot of pre so dense it slapped her in the chin.

"We-well, I think I might just go for a run at the park, you know?" The dragoness chuckled and looked away, her donut winking through her clothes as she turned around. Banner grunted and ogled her rump and the juicy cheeks, fat donut and fatter pussy between them, each so puffy and swollen he could see them twitch and beg for a stuffing. "Gotta stay in shape." She reached for his abs and gave them a long, long touch, running over the canyons of his muscles. He flexed a bit, tearing more of his shirt in the process.

"If you want me to accompany you, feel free to, I'd love to get all sweaty and steamy with you." Banner winked and slapped her ass again before going to his workstation. Quil blushed heavily, trying her best not to let her mammoth cock shred her clothes before she even managed to get down to start working.

Her chair welcomed her like any other morning, squeaking a bit under the increased weight, her ass crammed into the seat that was just barely big enough for her. The cubicle looked a little different from the day before, mainly because of the dozen condoms she had stashed under the desk for her hourly breaks to unload her nuts and several jugs of milk. The dragoness bit her lip and opened her dress, letting her huge milky tits free as she grabbed the milk pumps and attached them to the finger-thick nubs of her nipples. Quil moaned and huffed, her cock throbbing oh so hard as it flopped out of her clothes, forcing her to get a condom onto the thick meaty cockhead, just in time to catch a fat load of precum that would have splattered all over the place. The milker hummed to life and milk began to flow immediately, relieving some of the pressure in her chest while the pressure below rose higher as the pleasure from her nipples made her squirm. Under her ass, her pussy rubbed against the chair with every light twitch she made as her cock gushed and her ass throbbed, empty and hungry.

"Morning Quil, forgot to milk yourself again?" The bear popped out of nowhere, as per usual, her chest completely naked now, her tits far bigger and leaking far more than the day before.

"Actually, I spent almost half an hour this morning just doing that." Quil sighed, huffing as her boss reached and grabbed her tits from behind, kneading the twin pillows gently and slowly, the cups attached to her nipples filling rapidly with more and more milk. "Mmmh..."

"Dear girl, you need someone to help you if it takes this much..." She murred and huffed the dragoness' scent deeply, her own tits wrapping Quil's neck from behind, almost swallowing her entire head in a valley of white fur that reeked of creamy milk. "But you should be proud, hardly anyone but mothers can leak like this." The bear chuckled and pulled back. "As I said yesterday, take your time in the bathroom to milk yourself during your break, I don't want any employee of mine to suffer."

"Thanks Dahlia." Quil nodded and returned to her duties as she curled her tail and slid it inside her dress, teasing at her tailhole just to satisfy her need to be filled.

It wasn't something she normally did, after all her work needed her concentration, but seeing that her boss seemed in a good mood and she was hornier than normal, Quil just went for it. Her tail slid in and out of her donut, stretching it nice and wide over and over, her ass hungrily devouring it and begging for more still. She barely got soft over the many hours of work, partially because of her constant tail-stuffing, but also because she still wanted to blow a couple loads. As time went by she kept on changing condoms, her cock gushing endlessly into the stretchy silicone rings till she had run out of them. Thankfully the company she worked for had a decent employee bonus for condom related issues, on top of the public milker stands, which made for a lighter load on her wallet. Unfortunately she had to buy the condoms herself and the shops that had her size were somewhat less common. The dragoness stood up and pulled her tail out of her donut, the puffy, needy ring winking at the ghosts behind her as her cock throbbed and fought against the pull of the condom. She stretched, patting her balls and removing the milker cups from tits before going out.

"Uhm, Dahlia? I need to get out for a quick run and to buy more condoms..." She peeked from the door of the bear's office, her cock getting inside before her head did. The bear was huffing as a couple interns grabbed her tits and helped her unload her creamy cargo, the milker cups filling fast with every squeeze of those white mountains strapped to her chest. As she said that, Quil's condom bloated bigger, almost on the verge of bursting as the seven or so gallons of precum she had pumped inside it over the past two hours sloshed heavily.

"Sure thing, take a longer lunch break too, you seem very pent up and I'd hate for you to... well, flood the cubicle or the office like Jamie did yesterday. They are still cleaning up after him." The bear chuckled, her immense tits sloshing and jiggling lightly. Quil gulped, her cock throbbing and firing a couple more fat wads of pre into the condom. "Alright, go before you actually make the damn thing burst." Dahlia smiled and waved her hands, returning to her work as the interns did their task, arms sore as the bear's tits seemed to never be able to run dry no matter what.

Quil thanked her boss and ran out of the office, her cock swaying lewdly in front. Just before she stepped in the car, she tore the damn condom off her shaft, her fat cockhead bloating with one last load meant for the condom that instead arched through the air and splattered all over her car, the heavy thump catching the attention of a couple of people around her. She blushed and put on the very last one she had on herself, the emergency condom left for last ditch events such as this one since, even though it was fine to pop a boner in public or even go around with your cock out, making a mess everywhere was frowned upon. The girl changed clothes while she was at it, earning herself a couple of nice whistles from onlookers as her heavy tits and heavier, fuller nuts swayed free for a few minutes before she could put on her comfy, casual clothes. All dressed up, Quil sighed in relief, sandwiching her fat shaft between her tits as the fresh condom bloated bigger out of the zipper, her nuts visibly twitching under the comfy pants she had on.

The day was really nice outside the office and before long, Quil had decided to deviate from her path to get to the park and enjoy the view. Since Dahlia had told her to take her time and the condom was barely a fifth full by the time she got her feet to touch the grass, she had roughly an hour before she really, really needed to change it. She sighed and took the scenic path, focused on the pretty view of the artificial lake and the trees, the birds and the flowers rather than herself, and thus missed a few more signs that her body was changing yet again. The heavy, sloshing weights of her nuts began to grow bigger and heavier as she walked, their bulges under her pants more visible, patches of sweat and precum mixing to form a lewd concoction that made the stretchy cotton stick to her scales. The twin bowling balls grew heavier while their owner looked at the flowers, filling every bit of space between her legs and then some, approaching the size of big medicine balls, but even dense and fuller. By the time they had stopped growing, they weighted about fifty pounds each, gurgling as their production ramped up permanently. The condom had taken the brunt during the growth, the hour that Quil had calculated she had before a change had quickly turned into half an hour and then a mere ten minutes, the window of freedom shrinking with every inch of size and every pound packed by the immense swells in her pants.

Of course, it wasn't as if the rest of her had stopped growing or was any less influenced by the stream of changes, her pussy gushed a little bit more, soaking her backside in juices, her tits pushing a bit further ahead of her, her nipples so hard that they could be seen through the milk soaked front of her clothes. Quil noticed the fullness of her body, the way she had far more filling her dress than before but chalked it up to being more pent up than normal rather than a change to her basic biology. Even as her cock fattened and rose higher and higher, pushing her tits apart as the thicker girth peeked from beneath, the barbed tip now visible from her cleavage with ease, she simply bit her lips and pressed on, merely walking faster when she realized she just had a couple minutes before her condom burst. Nearly ten gallons of pre sloshed in the stretchy silicone, all dumped in a mere twenty minutes, her output not only constant but far greater than before by a couple notches. Quil stopped, leaning against a tree as she closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything but the need to cum and the bloated condom touching her chin and weighting her already heavy front even more. Her cock took the chance to grow while she was catching her breath, her thirty inch long beast thickening, growing not just longer, fatter and heavier right between her tits, but growing even girthier as ridges blossomed on the entire length, each bigger than the last from tip to bottom. The mere act of brushing of those fat ridges against her tits and clothes was enough to light the spark of her need: her nuts tensed, preparing a massive shot from the very depths of her sack, her cock bloating nearly twice as wide, the buttons of her shirt popping here and there.

The opened her eyes just in time to see her cockhead spread, her cumslit yawning wider and wider with a titanic shot of pearly white. The condom stood no chance, not for a single second, the sheer size of her cumshot made the thing rip and explode in an instant, the flash of white followed by a sharp, pleasure-filled howl and a finger-thick rope of cum arching through the air for several feet before splattering all over a tree. Quil mewled, her hips moving on their own as she squeezed her tits and gave herself a lewd, messy titjob right then and there, her cock not yet done growing even as it spilled gallon after gallon after gallon of cum. Thirty inches, thirty five, forty... forty nine inches and then some, her cock was so massive that she could drag her tongue all over it, her tits encompassing but a fraction of it, the rest looming over her head, trapped inside her clothes. Or it would have remained had the buttons holding her shirt together not given up around the forty two inch mark, her ridges so thick, her tits so heavy and big that the seams and threads could not hold on anymore as well. Buttons flew here and there as her cock snapped free, her tits wobbling for a second before she reached for them, grabbing her nipples between her fingers and using them to aid herself in keeping the FF cups in check.

Quil huffed and gasped, her breaths stained with the reek of cock and milk, of nuts and sweat and the potent musk wafting from her body, leaning onto the tree while her pussy gushed between her thighs, her arms pumping her tits up and down, up and down, her cockflesh oh so sensitive as she titfucked herself, her nuts swelling just enough to rip a few seams here and there as well. The intersex dragoness mewled and mewled, milk spilling by the pint between her fingers. She helped herself stand with her tail, her legs wobbling under the pleasure and the weight of all the extra equipment, minutes spent barely able to stand until her thighs and ass picked up the slack, thickening to match the rest of her, her pants starting to rip more and more. Newly formed muscle was immediately hidden by a soft layer of pudge, giving her hips a motherly, soft look, the hips more akin to those of a breeder than the woman she used to look like, rips in the seams showing parts of her ass along with lewd flashes of her puffy, even bigger donut and the heated, flushed lips of her pussy. Her cum was thick, oh so thick, the shots she had spilled on her walls that morning were like water in comparison, these ones were closer to glue or cement, heavy, dense, musky... they impacted on the trees and grass with a weight greater than what they looked to have. Before long the area was a white mess, a solid half-inch layer coating nearly everything in front of her for a few yards as shots rose up high and fell down.

Ten minutes had passed since Quil had begun cumming her brains out, the grass around her completely soaked in juices, milk and more cum than anyone in the world had been able to spill in a lifetime before her that very same day. Small rivers flowed into the artificial lake, puddles forming here and there as the ground became saturated with her load, the air reeking of salt, sweat and cum to high heaven. Quil sighed in pleasure, still stroking her cock, her hands gliding over the fat segments of her flesh, every brush of her fingers making her squirt and spill some more cum, her tits still sandwiching the fat length. As her eyes opened, she blushed and rushed to cover her nipples with her hands, her cock flopping out for all to see: several people had stopped to stare at her, cocks bulging through shorts, pants and panties, some out, some still trapped, a few wet patches showing puffy muffs.

The dragoness was unable to hide anything, her arms too small to encompass her entire cleavage, the HH cups and the near six inch wide areolae still visible through the gaps of her fingers, her cock bobbing heavily in front, leaking an endless, unbroken stream of precum. At this rate, if she still had a fresh condom, it'd take barely ten minutes to make it pop, hell, maybe five was already looking optimistic. Quil was now far more potent, messy and productive than ever before, her body a machine made to be worshipped and loved, the plump expanse of her tits, the fat, massive log of cock, the swells of her nuts, the slick, drooling mess of her pussy and the hidden, puffy treasure right beneath her tail. The only reason there wasn't a bigger crowd idly stroking and cumming to her body at the park was because it was the middle of a workday and most people were in their offices. A wave of changes spread as Quil turned around and rushed to some place where she could get some new clothes. This was her only comfy change and getting back into her work clothes was not only a bad choice, but, and this she didn't yet know, she'd not fit into them anymore. The people that were watching moaned softly, some turning around, some standing still as they came, the reek of cum around them getting stronger and stronger even while the cause of it was gone, cocks gushing and spilling cum all over the place, pussies growing wetter and bigger, nuts churning ang growing as her influence made them bigger and more productive. A few minutes later, a couple dozen people made their way out of the park, pants wet with cum or pussy juice, the swell of balls or tits and fat shafts far bigger than what anyone around them had, trails of fluids following them from the centre of the chaos.

Quil had to walk slower after a while, the friction between her thighs and balls, the sloshing of her nuts and the sway of her cock too great for a run, in fact, anything beyond a relatively brisk walk made her squirt or fire fat loads all over the place, the snail trail of pre and juices leaking from her muff a tell-tale sign of the sheer scale of her production. People looked at the mostly naked dragoness, but not in a more curious way than anyone looking at someone wearing something odd on the street, her nakedness secondary when put next to the lovely scent and heady musk wafting off her body.

"Gods, now I gotta find condoms and clothes." She sighed, gently rushing ahead, her cock slowly softening, returning to a more manageable size, merely a foot and a half long rather than nearly fifty inches of breeder flesh jutting ahead of her crotch. The rest of her was hardly smaller and the constant flow of precum had not stopped nor slowed down. As she tried to get to the shop selling condoms as fast as her body could allow, she stopped, her attention taken by a familiar face in the crowd. "Veria! Hello!" The dragoness veered off course, nearly knocking over someone with her dumptruck of an ass by accident.

The Typhlosion girl she was waving at lifted her snout from the book she was reading, straightened her glasses and then smiled as she saw Quil barge towards her like a train. The two hugged in the middle of the sidewalk, Quil taking up most of the space with her huge, motherly, jiggling bulk while Veria took far less, though the typh girl's own package and sack was not any less small than the dragoness'. Cocks rubbed against each other, flesh against flesh, nuts against nuts, scale and fur as fluids oozed all over their feet. Veria was mostly clothed, but her massive cock was impossible to contain, much like Quil's, the remains of the other lady's pants visible around the log of cockflesh bobbing atop the typh's near-beachball sized nuts. The two kissed for a brief second, tongues dancing as their frotted casually and accidentally, Quil's tits smothering Veria's with ease, their entire bulk and mass nearly engulfing the other girl with ease.

"Hey Quil, shouldn't you be at work?" Veria pulled back, her cock throbbing and firing a fat shot of pre at her feet. Quil blushed and scratched her neck.

"Yeah, but my boss saw I was pretty pent up so she let me get the morning off. I was about to get to a shop where I can buy some clothes and maybe some emergency condoms." The dragoness patted her nuts gently, though that mere pat was enough to make the twin medicine-balls gurgle and slosh, dumping a gallon of thick, dense pre onto the sidewalk as if it was nothing more than a drop. "So here I am. You?"

"Well... more or less the same actually..." Veria chuckled, slowly reaching down to take off her pants. They were broken after all, no use in keeping them on. People barely reacted to the Typhlosion beauty getting half naked, stealing some glances at her fat package and swaying uncut shaft before moving on with their day. "Was chilling at home and then bam, cock burst through my pants." She chuckled. Quil murred and grabbed that cock, stroking it. The foreskin hugged the pink cockhead greedily, veins dancing under the surface pumping blood to feed the two foot long monster, still soft, though it did show signs of growth now that the dragoness was stroking and touching it.

"I bet, you're a big, big girl after all." Quil bit her lip and cupped her hand in front of that beast, a shot of pre splattering on her palm which she licked clean. Veria huffed and reached behind the dragoness' ass, squeezing the fat cheeks before grabbing with her hand the puffy donut. As if that mere touch was enough, Quil's tailhole swelled, puffier, bigger, softer and more sensitive than before, slick with a trickle of fluids as the dragoness' passage began to lubricate itself, eager to swallow the other intersex girl's immense cock. "Mmmhhhh..."

"So are you." Veria huffed, pulling back to lick her own hand, the lube oozing from her friend's unnaturally puffy donut making her shaft throb with need, as if that taste itself was begging for her to cram it up the dragoness' ass. "Want to go shopping together? You seem to need it more than I do." The typh chuckled.

"Sure, I've got a few hours to spare and I bet I can ask my boss to write my expenses off for work purposes..." She smirked and held her hand out, which Veria grabbed. The two half naked girls strolled side to side, asses and balls touching lewdly, every impact of their nuts making them gush a little. "Gods, I'm a little embarrassed, normally I have spare pants my size but it feels like I've outgrown them all and I can't wear my good work clothes." Quil sighed after a while, her nuts sloshing lewdly as they kept on leaking literal gallons of precum every couple dozen seconds or so.

"I know the feeling Quil, it's quite annoying." Veria smiled and gave the dragoness' ass a nice squeeze. "Can't say I don't like the look. No pants is very fitting for you." The typh licked her lips, her shaft throbbing lewdly, foreskin peeling back a bit as the massive breeder tool fattened.

"Oh shut up... you're not serious. I'm big and clumsy... today I had to take a break just to milk myself and ran out of condoms..." She smiled wryly. "I mean, who is so big and leaks so much she needs condoms just avoid flooding the office?"

"Well... me." Veria chuckled and leaned in, resting her head on the dragoness' tits for a brief moment. "I've kinda made more than a couple condoms burst here and there while working and let me tell you, there's nothing better than hearing them go 'bang' and making a mess." The typh girl winked at her friend and smiled. "It's a thing to be proud of." As the two talked, they kept growing bit by bit, their chatting taking their attention away from their fattening assets.

Quil's nuts began to churn harder, sloshing lewdly and swelling till they matched the typh's own, each now sporting beachballs beneath their cocks, the dragoness' shaft ever so slightly fatter and thicker, oozing a bit more than before. But the greatest changes on her body were focused behind that throbbing, sloshing front: Quil's muff was beyond soaked, leaking juices over the swell of her nuts, her lips more sensitive and puffier than ever before, her donut swelling madly, so big and lewd and soft that one could easily shove a hand up there and then their entire arm with relative ease, and all because Veria kept on teasing it, squeezing and fingering that glorious pucker. The attention of the Typhlosion girl seemed to trigger whatever was the cause of Quil's changes constantly, every tug, every touch, every finger teasing the inner pink flesh of the dragoness' now immense rump and titanic donut, every teasing of her pussy lips enough to make them grow. Before long Quil's ass was spread wide by her own assets, her donut was a glorious, winking hole nearly a foot and a half wide, her pussy much the same as fluids leaked from both just as endlessly as the precum from her cock.

"My... look at those panties! So cute!" Quil rushed to stare at a window and its contents, her ass wobbling pleasantly for anyone around her, Veria first among them. "I can't fit in them though."

"Doesn't hurt to try..." Veria licked her lips and entered the shop, her cock first, followed by her nuts and then the rest of her, though for Quil's case her tits were in before she was. "Morning, we'd like something that can fit us." The typh pointed first at herself and then at Quil to the clerk who closed his mouth, blushed and rushed to hide his erection under his pants. In the corner of their eyes, the shop shimmered and a new section opened up.

"Sure, I think we can help." The clerk cleared his throat and nodded, his pants gone, replaced by a speedo that started to stretch lewdly as his crotch filled and swelled fast. The raccoon turned around and his ass swelled, filling in his clothes even more until his pucker was visible under the thinning string of the speedo, revealing a plug nestled inside the well-lubed hole. "Clothes for intersex people are on that section, bras up and pants and panties down." He pointed at the racks full of bras going from big to bigger to huge to near-immense and some that were closer to small tents than bras, panties even wilder as the bulges clearly made for an intersex's extra assets went from huge to insane. Quil avoided nearly everything and aimed immediately for the last row. "Those are our biggest in stock at the moment." The clerk smiled and rushed to help, his cock throbbing, nearly a foot and a half long as precum spilled freely onto the floor, making a mess of his paws. Veria found a chair and sat down, her nuts making the windows shake for a split second from their sheer weight as they crashed into the ground. "Made from a blend of Kevlar and space-grade nylon, guaranteed to last through any erection and burst of growth."

"So comfy." Quil let the straps slap on her ass with a meaty, lewd snap. She turned around and smiled. "How do I look?"

The choice of attire was rather cute, nice pastel colours that matched Quil's scales well, but that was as far as cuteness could go when her junk was that massive: her tis were reined in by a titanic bra around the II cup, her nipples so hard that they poked from beneath, already soaking through the stretchy cloth with thick gushes of milk. Her cock struggled within a jock, the only thing big enough in the entire story to keep her shaft controlled, a lewd 'wide load' decal stretched over the girl's cockflesh as her nuts made the fabric grow taut with every slosh and gurgle. At her feet there was already a sizeable puddle that was spreading all over the floor of the room, lapping at the paws of the other two furs around her. Veria huffed, her cock throbbing oh so hard at the sight of her friend wearing clothes that just barely managed to keep her assets in check and still failed to keep her production at bay. The raccoon was in the same place as her, rubbing his shaft through his speedo. Quil turned around, her mostly bare ass jiggling lewdly, her donut and pussy completely on show, if anything the jock made them even more visible and highlighted. The dragoness bit her lip and bent down, her donut stretching and revealing the soft pink flesh inside as her pussy gushed onto the floor.

"Hot." Veria bit her lip and dove for the bounty before her eyes, her hands groping the mass of ass and shoved her face inside with a loud, lewd moan. A world made of jiggly rump, soft cheeks, sweaty scales and natural lube welcomed the snout of the typh girl, her nose nearly swallowed by that donut because of her eagerness so soft and huge it was. The entire donut was as wide as her head was big, meaning that, if she wanted, Veria could easily jam her entire head inside and lick the deepest reaches of Quil's ass to her heart's content. "Ffffuck..." The typh girl moaned against the soft flesh of the dragoness, her nose chock full of ass musk. She stole a lick and her tongue caught fire as the wonderful taste of her friend's flesh blossomed on her taste buds: it was strong, heavy, hints of cinnamon and honey interrupted by the heavy, mind-numbing taste of sweat, raw musk and concentrated natural lube. "Oh fffuck..." Veria's cock became hard in seconds, her massive length thickening, fattening, growing and sliding in between the ground and Quil's balls, what little space was left anyways.

"V-Veria! We're in public!" Quil huffed but did nothing to stop the typh lodged in her ass, her legs wobbly as she felt a hot tongue and hotter breath wash all over her flesh. She bit her lips gently, her balls sloshing and giving a full massage to the huge, uncut shaft sliding beneath them, the throbbing cockflesh swallowed by the mass of her nuts before poking out of the other side, foreskin peeled back lewdly, the swollen cockhead gently spilling pints of precum. "Oh..." The dragoness' mouth hung open in a lewd O as Veria moved down with gentle, messy kisses, the treasure trail leading her lower and lower till the typh's lips touched her clit, the engorged, twitching nub sending sparks that nearly made Quil cum on the spot at that single devilishly needy kiss.

Veria was in heaven, nothing short of paradise could match the level of pleasure and joy she was feeling at the moment: her cock was being given a massage by the two fattest nuts in the world, dragon pre and cum used as lube as she thrust back and forth in the accidental, lewd balljob; her nose was crammed full of the scent of ass and pussy, nothing but the healthy, needy reek of Quil's rump breaching the seal of her massive cheeks; her tongue was set afire with greater strength than when she suckled on her own cockhead and came down her throat, the heat and the overwhelming taste of the dragoness' pussy oh so potent and oh so delicious. Rivers of juices were flowing around her, the typh's tits stained with so many layers of fluids as she began lactating from the sheer force of the hormones flowing within her. Veria nearly came as she shoved her snout inside Quil's muff, her nose sliding deep within the wet chasm of the dragoness' sex. The slick passage massaged her snout, her tongue sliding out to lick and tease at Quil's g-spot from within as she pushed and turned her head around, using her entire face as a tool to pleasure the dragoness. Veria used one hand to caress the immense nuts pinning her down, feeling the tautness of the scales, their weight, their heft, the churning as oceans of cum brewed and bubbled beneath the surface, the other hand rubbing Quil's clit with near-maddening fervour. The Typhlosion mewled, her voice muffled by walls of ass and pussy on all sides, her tongue reaching just a bit deeper as she pushed forward yet again and crammed her entire head inside Quil's sex, her ears pinned to her skull, her tongue now kissing the yawning cervix at the end of the passage.

Quil howled and squeezed on her friend's head, her donut winking and oozing lube as she groped her tits and toyed with herself in an attempt to empty their endless cargo, unable to do anything as they just kept growing. Basketballs could hardly be used as apt comparison, the twin mountains of titflesh now almost twice as big, immense, milky, soft pillows that anyone smaller than a titan would lose themselves in. She tugged and pulled at her nipples so hard and so desperately that they began to grow as well, thickening and growing longer, allowing her to basically milk herself like a cow, her arms straining with effort as she squirted gallons and gallons of creamy white all over the racks of clothes, her areolae widening, dinner-plate sized but taking up a small portion of her titanic breasts. And she howled, unashamed, barely muffled, her tongue lolling out as Veria made out with her cervix, the fat head lodged inside her pussy filling her oh so nicely. But the fun was cut short as the Typhlosion pulled out.

A lot of effort was put in escaping from Quil's pussy, the muscles had tried to keep her lodged inside, the reek of heat and fertility drawing her deeper and deeper, but Veria was too horny to be contained anymore, her cock was beyond hard and her balls were beyond full and nothing but Quil's womb had the right to take every last drop of her seed. Once out, the typh took a deep breath but the air outside was no less clogged with dragon musk and scents than the depths of her passage: the reek of cock, balls, the sweet smell of pussy and the tantalising, agonizingly appealing scent of ass had overtaken every single cubic inch of air. Even now, Veria could hardly smell anything but Quil. The dragoness was panting, frantically milking herself as her pussy gaped lewdly, a huge, winking O that begged to be filled again, a flow of juices oozing all over the floor and the typh cock lodged beneath it. Veria's hand sunk in the mountain of ass before her as she pushed herself out of the deadly vice that was Quil's sack, her cock sliding inch after inch as pussy juices oozed on it constantly, making it shine and lubing it up even more than the endless precum and rivers of milk had done.

The clerk was long gone, or rather, had tried to hold on and had fainted from the sheer strength of the lust around him, his speedo shattered as his cock swelled under the influence of the dragoness' need, the foot and a half of raccoon shaft now closer to 3 feet as his balls swelled with endless spunk that splattered against the ceiling and the other racks of clothes in the room, his chest growing and swelling, a sizeable trio of rows of tits blossoming as dormant nipples suddenly awakened, his taint fattening and moving out as a pussy appeared where none should have been. But he was long forgotten, or rather, they were forgotten, the other two girls too focused on their own pleasure to remember about the shy coon jerking off at the sight of them.

Veria huffed as her cock slid free at long last, her foreskin hugging her cockhead for a split second before a surge of lust and grow made it peel back and hug the pink tip again. The Typhlosion howled and wasted no time to bury her cock within Quil's muff, the thickness of her shaft spreading that pussy wider than her head ever could, the length and force of that first thrust enough to make her cockhead kiss the dragoness' cervix in one simple movement. Quil mewled and came on the spot, squirting so hard the waterfall nearly washed the floor clean of pre and milk in a few seconds, her shaft rising fast, lodging itself in between her own tits, now so big and fat that she couldn't reach her tip anymore, a solid foot higher than her head as it hosed the ceiling with ease, her precum so dense and cloudy that it was more akin to cum.

"Oh fuck... V-V-Veria... n-not in p-p..." Quil tried to put together a sentence but the fat cock inside her was too good and too much to allow her do say anything beyond moans and whines. She began to drag her milky tits up and down, giving herself a lewd, messy boobjob while her friend tried to cram every last inch of cock up her muff and into her womb. Already pressurized jets of glue-thick cum were splattering beyond the seal of her cervix, her chamber being prepared for what was to come soon as eggs were deposited within her womb by the dozen. "Veria... pl-pl-please..." Quil bit her lip and spread her legs, sitting on the beanbag chairs that her balls had become as a front of musk exploded from her body and moved past walls and concrete as if it was air. Changes spread around her as the epicentre, clothes slowly growing smaller, cocks fatter and balls heavier. "Just... fuck me..."

That was about it: Veria grabbed Quil's hips over the swell of her ass and hooked herself on it, dragging the dragoness closer to her as she thrust forward with all her might. Two feet of cock were already shoved inside the dragoness' pussy, three more were still out and begging to be swallowed by that slick, needy hole. With a howl and a moan, their hips touched, the wet clap as flesh met flesh completely eclipsed by their orgasmic screams. They had been edging for close to an hour now, spent licking pussy and milking themselves, so their bodies had no more energy to wait. The second that Veria's cock kissed the back of Quil's womb, the second their bodies connected fully, the typh's tits poking the dragoness' back, balls smushing together in a lewd cacophony of churning and gurgling, they came and came oh so hard. Veria's cumshot bloated her friend's belly instantly, over a hundred gallons of cum dumped in a little under two seconds, the impact making the dragoness cream herself as her own cock bloated and shot its load. The room fogged up even more, the windows basically white before the white tide gushing from the dragoness' cockhead repainted the entire store. From outside people could hear loud heavy thumps as the windows shook and vibrated, the door at the entrance leaking frothy white musky stuff and the endless moans of two people inside. The chaos within the clothing store lasted but a few minutes, though the end result was far from chaotic or messy.

"So..." Quil laid atop her gut as the store drained of the foot-thick cum lake that had formed inside, the road outside becoming practically impossible to navigate by car or even by foot. Her shaft was soft now, though her pussy was wetter and messier than before, cum leaking by the gallon from her overstuffed womb.

"So..." Veria laid her head on that gut, patting it and kissing it gently as she grew softer and her nuts finally stopped unloading their cargo. The air shimmered a bit as the two helped each other up, Quil arching her back to stand, Veria finally able to walk normally, though that did not make her any less aroused: she kept on caressing the dragoness' four foot wide gut and kissing it, in love with its size, the warmth, the sloshing ocean of cum inside and the healthy, lovely reek of a heat quenched.

"Thanks for putting out my heat." Quil kissed her, guiding the typh's hands to her chest now, letting her grab the fat teats she now had for nipples, the OO cup breasts gushing lightly. "I should have guessed that it was that the reason why I was so leaky and big." The dragoness chuckled and huffed, her pussy rubbing lovingly against her thick thighs, the endless flow of juices just as endless now as it was before, her donut somehow even wetter and needier as part of her needs had been sated. "I've been so busy I haven't had a chance to get it under control."

"It's fine Quil, I'm your friend and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to get some of that ass for myself." The typh murred and groped her rump, making the dragoness mewl and squirt a bit. "Now let's get some new clothes on and let's head for a nice ice cream. Gotta celebrate a big belly full of cum after all." Veria smiled and gave the big sloshing belly another kiss.

"Yay!" Quil smiled and rushed to get her legs inside a nice pair of Kevlar panties, her tits slipping inside an even bigger bra than before and still unable to fit completely. Her nipples poked through, the areolae so big they were visible around the bra. The pastel colours complemented her dark scale tones so well. "Say, shall we put on matching clothes?"

"Oh that sounds lovely..." Veria had one leg inside her chosen pair of pants which she suddenly tossed out of the way and grabbed a much smaller set of clothes the same model as Quil. The two giggled as they hugged, tits, balls and cock smushing against each other in a messy, dripping cascade of soft flesh on both ends and a dripping, chaotic flood of juices, milk and precum on just one. "Now this is good stuff."

"I know right? Soft and durable." Quil winked as she groped her cock and balls, the jock she had on stretching lewdly as her shaft fattened and pressed against the Kevlar-lined cloth, the massive ridges of her flesh throbbed and swelled but the jock held on. "Gotta get a few more sets of these." Veria missed the last part, her own jock already tented as she watched the dragoness try to burst through hers with that titanic log of breeder cockflesh. "Shall we go?"

"Wh-what? Ah, yes, yes." Veria landed a wet kiss on the tip of Quil's cock and then grabbed her friend's arm again. "I know a place nearby."

Half-naked, reeking of cum, pussy and sex, still oozing spunk from every pore in their bodies, Quil so stuffed she was leaking buckets of typh spunk endlessly, as if her own idle output wasn't even messy enough, the two made their way towards the nearest place where their craving for sweets could be sated. Well, Veria walked, Quil had to waddle quite slowly as anything beyond a moderately brisk pace made her wince and moan. Though even that hardly helped: her pussy was so sensitive the mere rubbing of her swollen lips against her thighs was enough to make her squirt and the immense tailhole nestled just above that hungry, cum-stuffed hole was leaking and winking at anyone walking behind her. The jock did its job, but only in the sense that it kept her cock contained and avoided her knocking people over with that 3 and a half foot long monster, her behind was free to make as much of a mess it could, and it did. By the time the two had made their way to the ice cream shop, Quil's cock had softened somewhat, still over a two foot long chub, but her ass had grown so needy it was leaking natural lube in absurd amounts every other minute, her pussy now holding on to every bit of cum Veria had pumped into her while the idle leak of her vent had resumed in all of its messy, fruity, juicy glory.

They stood in line to get their cones, balls smushing against each other as their rumps were in full view, nothing hidden and just the true size of their cocks was left to the imagination, not that it took much to imagine just how fat their breeding poles could grow if their soft state was enough to fill a hyper-sized jock of that dimension. Quil had forgotten that her throat was as sensitive as her pussy now, so the first lick of cold, sweet ice cream nearly made her cum on the spot. Her jock swelled and strained as her cock bloated and thickened on the spot, her hands clutching a handful of spare coins and bills to pay for the treat, her pussy squirting onto the customer behind her as her donut winked and gaped lewdly. Veria's own shaft twitched with need. When the dragoness sat down, her swollen bits made her squeal and bite her lips, a flood of pussy juice dripping onto the bench, attracting the attention of a fair few people. Veria enjoyed both the show and the taste of her ice cream as she grabbed her friend's nipples, now almost teats, and milked her on the spot, using the creamy white milk to add flavour to the tasty ice cream. The result was godly and set something in motion once again as Quil began to idly tease her tits and nipples, her fingers making them grow a bit thicker, longer, sensitive... the ground before her was a chaotic mess of mixed fluids of all kinds as Veria herself began to grow as well, her tits, though not quite as big, now leaking milk, the typh's nipples stiff in the warm air.

The rest of the afternoon was oddly calm, all things considered: the two intersex friends parted with a chorus of moans, kisses, rubbing and no little amount of gushing as their tits smushed against each other in a public display of what a milk waterfall would look like, balls and cocks grinding lewdly as precum oozed out of their tips, the two matching jocks so utterly soaked with pre that the veins of those massive shafts were visible underneath the durable layer of cloth. Quil returned to her job satisfied, happy, but not one bit less full than before, if anything, she was bigger, fuller and needier than when she had left: her balls had nearly doubled in size, her tits much the same, her cock had grown well past what it had been as her output had skyrocketed into beyond what the office could ever hope to handle safely. Within half an hour of her sitting back in her chair, the entire cubicle had become a swamp, the dragoness' toes splashing in a puddle of pre and juices, her tits squirting milk all over the place as the milkers attached to her nipples failed to keep up with the flow as the dragoness kept on working as if nothing was wrong. And to be honest, nothing was wrong: the computer and other electrical appliances had been waterproofed, and as she continued with her tasks, the floor of the office slowly began to become one giant puddle of dragon fluids. Before long the sounds of paws splashing in Quil's idle leak was everywhere, the louder ones belonging to the bigger members of the staff, grunts of pleasure as the smell of sex and musk spread and thickened.

Eventually Quil got bored, as she tended to do when the workday was drawing to an end. A couple days before she might idly browse on her phone, maybe watch some videos, half-heartedly type and fill in forms before the clock rang, anything to get by for the past half hour. But that was before, now, as she let go of the mouse and keyboard, her hands immediately darted for her tits, grabbing the OO cup pillows with a burning need, the cups that should have helped her now laying uselessly on the floor, the tanks so full that they couldn't take one more drop. Quil huffed as she grabbed her nipples and squeezed gently, cupping her immense breasts and massaging herself, squirts of thick, creamy white spilling over her desk. Her hands roamed over the expanse of her chest, squeezing her tits with increasing energy till she was nearly milking herself right then and there, her fingers teasing the tips of her nipples. But just as she was about to plunge them in, her nipples about to part around her digits, just as hungry as her pussy or ass were, the clock rang and the day was over. She let go of her tits, put on her bra and stood up. Her nuts had grown once again, this time because she hadn't taken time to empty them for hours rather than new changes, though the end result was much the same. She waddled her way to the elevator and once inside took so much space she went down alone, her belly touching the door as her ass filled the entire width of the elevator and then some. As the doors opened the small cabin had already been made into a mess, a tiny, ankle-deep puddle of pre, milk and juices at her feet washing the entrance of the building, spreading her musk. The guard nodded at her, growing a few inches taller as the reek of the dragoness reached him, his clothes ripping at the seams as muscles swelled and his cock thickened, ripping through his pants like a knife through wet paper.

The car ride home was by far among the worst she had ever had in her life: her nuts were so big she could barely push the pedals, her tits obstructing the view as the space between steering wheel and herself was hardly enough for her to fit the twin mounds. Before she could crash into something, the car turned into an automatic one, her seat moved backwards until she was a passenger at the back rather than the driver, an automatic voice telling her she had ten minutes left before she was home as the AI in the car safely changed lanes and allowed her to play with herself some more. The interior of the car quickly filled with her lust as she freely groped herself, removing the jock and tossing the soaked piece of Kevlar-lined cotton. She grinned and took it up to her snout and buried herself in her own clothes, the jock wrapping around her face, the slick cloth sticking to her scales as she huffed and licked it greedily, her now free shaft throbbing in the stuffy, cramped car, the tip kissing the window and leaving a fat cockhead-shaped print on the damn thing, much to the pleasure of those driving around her and stuck in the same traffic jam. The car sloshed with fluids for the whole duration of the ride until she arrived to her home and she opened the door, letting loose around two hundred gallons of precum and milk onto the driveway. Her cock got out of the car first, followed by her tits and her balls, a must since she had to shimmy her way out, almost getting stuck as her huge, soft, round ass was caught in the frame and forced her to pull hard. The neighbours most definitely enjoyed the sight, waving at her with a lewd smile.