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The front door swung wide, the dragoness' thick tail on the knob as the panther carried her through. With a quick flick it closed again, the newlyweds alone at last after a long day. Months of planning, an even longer courtship, and endless interfamily politics had been endured to reach this moment. The green hued hen teased her new mate just shy of making him stumble, nips and kisses placed while he made his way to their marital bed.

"Does he have, like, a thousand siblings or something?" One of the bridesmaids had gone to take a look at how the place was filling up, coming back in looking a little dubious. Tammy blushed as her sister chuckled, nodding to their friend. "About, yeah. 'swhat happens when both your parents are hypers, Sherry." The wedding dress was undergoing some last minute adjustments, the tailor helping it hug every curve of the hen's body and flow properly over her powerful tail. It was tiresome, and a bit boring, but she wanted to impress. He'd held back so much just for her, ready to give it all once they were married, she felt it was the least they could do. "Both of them?" The poor doe looked to be in shock from what she'd seen. Tammy knew she'd have lower attendance and had pointed it out, but apparently the discrepancy was harder to take visually. "I mean his mom, sure. She is stacked. And pregnant. While nursing. But, like, half the felines out there are as well."

All the quite literal blushing bride could do is let her sister take care of the explanation, the tailor shooting her a look if she so much as coughed. "Duh. Far as I know he's the only one so far that turned out like them biologically, but the mentality seems to have rubbed off on the lot of them. I can assure you his dad is packing just as much as him. Wouldn't mind getting a bit of that, if you know what I mean~" Tailor be damned. "Cindy! Come on! That's my almost husband and father-in-law you're talking about!" With a grin and a grope at her own chest, the sassy purple-hued hen stuck her tongue out. "And I fully expect Gavin's dad to try and get in your pants more than once with your hubby along for the ride. Just how many of those kittens out there are his, anyway?"

"None. He's been celibate." The chatter died at that, the tailor tugging Tammy back into place as the bridesmaids looked at each other incredulously.

Gavin was quick to follow her as he laid her on the bed, the pair all over one another as they struggled to slip the other out of their garments. Bit by bit the panther's powerful form came into view, the rather prominent bulges down below growing more so as they were freed from their confines and swelled at the prospect of their first breeding. It had been years of fending off females, both those in and out of his family, along with repeatedly enduring the worried conversations with his parents. A hyper just didn't go celibate. They could be careful, controlled, breed only the willing, but to go completely celibate was nigh unheard of.

"Son, we need to talk." The huge cougar patted the chair next to him as his wife nestled between his legs, the younger panther confused as he took it. "What's up, dad?" A much larger paw patted Gavin's reassuringly, as if to say he wasn't mad, the typical slurping noises of the alpha female's feeding filling the room. "Your mother and I are just concerned. You've been going on dates with several girls for years now and we haven't once gotten a call about any of them ending up pregnant." The boy's face soured, a soft growl of frustration in his throat. "Oh for...dad, really, most parents would be happy about that. We haven't done anything but normal date stuff. I told you already I'm saving for when I meet the right girl."

The fatherly concern was worthy of hearing his child was on drugs or in a gang. "You even got mad at your sisters when they were just trying to help." Hopping out of the chair in frustration, tail thwipping back and forth, Gavin huffed at his old man's obstinacy. "I said I didn't want them to! Dad, we all know how this goes. They'd start just blowing me every morning and night, then before long they'd start mounting and popping out new litters! Could you all please just respect my decision on this? I know you're trying to help and everything, and it's how you and Mom got started, but it's not how I want to! I wasn't just being difficult when I told Mom to stop blowing me in my sleep."

A sloppy *slooorp* mixed with a sigh as his mother pulled herself off his father's cock. "It's just such a waste when you paw off down the drain. You could at least collect it for us to drink. Right now it makes us think you're ashamed of your potency."

The soft white dress came off in one upward tug, the thick-rumped hen's fertile form completely exposed to her hyper mate's eyes for the first time. It was a relief, really. It had been let out a little before the ceremony, but over the course of the evening it had gotten progressively tighter. She couldn't help but smile, knowing it meant the treatments were working. Judging by the look on his face, her new hubby had no complaints. The barbed cock between them leapt at the sight, a quick *sgggrt* mixing with the sudden expulsion of slippery, musky goo across her mounds. Powerful muscles tugged the enamored feline over, the draconic female quickly straddling his head before slipping his rod into her now lubricated cleavage. Without a word they started on each other, the panther's rough tongue probing and opening her near virginal vent as her own serpentine tongue sought to wrap about his spire. Gavin's purrs sent twitches and tingles through her ripe entrance, the scent of hen in estrus driving the male's needs wild. His tongue drove deep, his arms wrapped about her legs to keep her still while he made her squeal, nose flaring and cock belching cloudy pre across her head and back. His primal instincts warred with his love for her, as they had with his efforts of control. Those balls gurgled with the need to fuck her, fill her, stuff her to immobility with his kittens, mark her as his brood mother, consummating the first time he'd properly seeded a ripe womb with his virility. With a mix of instinctive skill and knowledge of her anatomy his more rational mind sought to prepare her for this. She claimed she'd found something to make this night not only possible but pleasurable, but he didn't want to take any chances. As her juices ran over his tongue and down his throat he began counting the number of shuddering roars he got out of her.

Even the hen's long oral muscle could not fully envelop the sheer girth of him, Tammy's hot breath washing across it while stroking him with paw and tongue. She had tried to prepare herself, but little could truly measure up to seeing a hyper first hand. He was easily bigger than her arm! If he put it all the way in her pussy he'd be in her throat! She really hoped that Busty Bunny place was as good as it claimed. As he went to town on her with a need and vigor she didn't think possible, every nerve ending alight down below in an act that would have put her in season if she wasn't already, Tammy found herself wondering just how big their family might get if even half the claims panned out.

"I...what?" Tammy looked at the cougaress and raised an eyebrow, the feline's cattish grin not one she'd expect from a sister talking about her brother's sexual prowess to her brother's girlfriend. "Oh yes. He's an odd one, I'll say. Normally he'd have bred the lot of us at least once, but he got it in his head that he needed to save himself for the right girl. If you want to be that one you've gotta be prepared, right? I'm sure he'd tell you he was a hyper eventually, but the silly boy wants a girl that loves him for him, not just for his dick."

Green scales turned purple as the conversation took a lurid turn she had not expected. "But you and he are-" The grin got bigger, if that was even possible. "Littermates? For the average family that might be a problem, but hypers are a different story, Tammy. Mom and Dad aren't exactly distant relations either. Not a single problem among my dozens of siblings. My kittens over there? Dad's." It wasn't exactly easy to fluster a dragon, though Tammy might be an easier target than most to the chagrin of her family. "You'd have to find out eventually, girl. Best get it out of the way now. Hypers really are a breed apart, and if you want to spend your life with one you'll have to understand some of the implications. Lucky for you there's a place you can go that might be a little less unnerving than talking to me or my parents. Talk to Mom or Dad and they might try to convince you a foursome is a good idea." While writing down a web address, she chuckled to herself again. "Not that it isn't, but it might be a little soon for you~"

As his syrupy goop rained down over her, body heating up and thoughts turning increasingly dirty, the hen huffed into his dick as she titfucked him, paws caressing the massive sperm factories between his legs. They moved under her touch, virile seed ready to take her clutch and more, the shiver of tongue-induced orgasm mixing with the unbidden jump for joy in her egg chamber. It really was all or nothing now. For a moment she doubted her decision despite her love for him. Had she been pressured into it? Not by him, of course. He'd been a perfect gentlecat, waiting far longer than she would have in return to hear her response to him popping the question. No, it was their families that seemed to want it more than anything. Dozens of eager sisters on his side hoping she might invite them over to enjoy their brother with their new pregnant sister-in-law. An aristocratic power fantasy on her side, demanding that if she was going to settle for some non-drake that she was going to prove she was more than a match for him. As he brought her to her seventh shuddering orgasm in as many minutes with his tongue alone she hoped the mixed gifts to her from both sides would be adequate. Even with double the dose of Busty Bunny™ Brand Honeymoon Helper and Belly Bulging Brew coursing through her system she felt outclassed.

"Cindy, really-" A single claw pressed to her lips as her sister looked at her sternly. "No complaints, Tam. I busted my ass helping you convince Mom and Dad not to disown you and give Gavin a chance. You know how they are. Merely dating him nearly gave Mom a stroke from the scandal in her head. If they don't at least think you're in charge of the relationship they're likely to take more drastic measures." The bottle in the hen's paw had a familiar label on it, one she'd seen courtesy of her rather awkward conversations with her future sisters-in-law. It sort of made sense that hyper attitudes about sex would be more open, but the extent of them was...disconcerting. It was slightly easier to take from one of her own clutchmates, even if it did mean she had two different fertility enhancers stashed away for the wedding night.

Her nervous gulp was short-lived, her lips parting in a new moan and a gusher of pre spraying across her tongue. The tip of his dick was soon enveloped, the hen nursing from it like he might her tits, cheeks bulging as she worked to keep up with the syrupy meal. Each gulp made her belly burn, her body alight with sensations she never felt before. It wasn't until she felt the tug of his spongy barbs that she even realized she'd taken his fist-thick head inside without any trouble. A gurgled moan of happiness bubbled pre and saliva from the edges of her mouth, the skilled tongue-work broken for the first time as he arched his back and hissed in pleasure between her legs. It was working! Feeling emboldened she pressed forward, her mate's dick sinking down her throat like it was a pussy, each new inch only helping the heat coursing through her to burn hotter and more wonderfully. She had assured him she had taken steps to make them compatible, but until now she'd not dared to believe it would work!

"Take one tablet up to twelve hours before consummation of the marriage. For best results ingest your partner's sexual fluids when taking Honeymoon Helper or before attempting to breed." Pre-wedding jitters consumed the dragoness, her paws shaking as she read the instructions in the bathroom. The website had claimed there weren't any negative health consequences of increasing dosage or doubling up with any over the counter products, but now she was wondering if they really did their job. The first tablet of Honeymoon Helper was already in her belly, dissolving away. The first dose of Belly Bulging Brew was quick on its heels like some medicinal chaser. "Each vial of Belly Bulging Brew is dosed to your species. For best results, take when in the presence of your chosen sire's or sires' scents." Perhaps it was her nerves, but she swore she should feel more than what she was. Was she being impatient? Perhaps, but there...really wasn't any harm taking more, right? "*sigh* Down the hatch!"

When it became clear she could take all he had and more, Gavin's hips began moving on their own. His balls strained, cock tip belching waves of pre into her belly, the increasingly thick-bodied female above him squealing in muffled glee as his dick plowed her muzzle. His mother had once described it as feeling like her mouth was another pussy, but he'd thought her to be exaggerating until Tammy's copious lube started spilling into his mouth. With so many sisters he knew what the scent of heat was, and his new wife was deep in it. Every lick only spurred him on further, sperm clogging up his pre more and more with each gulp, the slimy goop thicker than any normal's full ejaculate teeming with his excess wrigglers. Whatever she'd done to make herself more compatible was working beautifully, triggering his own reactions with every clench of her throat around him.

Sawing his cock in and out of her mouth, making her body jiggle atop him and her pussy clench and gush around his muzzle, his purrumbling grew needier as time passed. Should he save his first gusher for her womb, or 'prime the pump' so to speak? With the way she was moving, it seemed she was intent on the latter. Her tits squished around the base of his cock, her muzzle diving between them to take him to the base, a ravenous hunger gripping the hen like he'd never seen. He pulled away from her pussy for just a moment to warn her of his impending orgasm only to have it washed away in a roar, hips bucking upwards as his cock bloated with fresh seed. It rushed past her lips, through her throat, and right down to her belly before erupting from the tip, her precum paunch quickly swelling against him and her legs clamping tightly around his head as she thrashed in her own tremendous release.

There was nothing more to be done aside from get married, Tammy walking down the aisle with a grin on her face and a shake in her paws. Her father held her arm as he walked with her, the prideful drake suppressing his disdain for his daughter's choice of mate on her special day. In all honesty he and the rest of her flight had been shocked by the sheer scale of the panther's family, the place packed with tawny furred felines and their mates. At the center were the beaming parents, the mother putting on her best impression of the Goddess adorning the church and nursing a continual stream of younglings. Gavin had said they were never truly weaned, a hyper broodmother's milk an incredible source of nutrition, but what that meant didn't sink in until his pregnant sisters began feeding from their mother as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

In true aristocratic form, much of her family inured in the age old superiority of dragons, the flight opposite of the pack tried to ignore the 'peasantry' nearby. Any harrumphs or complaints had been quashed by her elder sister, Cindy glaring daggers at anyone that felt themselves too good to support one of their own. With a smile Tammy wondered what she could do for her sister to show her appreciation, a deep breath cut short by an unexpected tightness in her gown.

Much of the ceremony was a blur, the proximity of the hyper panther making her flush violet through the whole thing. The proud clan behind them was a reminder of both just what she was getting herself into and how much he was willing to give her. He could have any girl in the world, built himself a proper harem and filled up schools with just his own litters before they'd even met, but he wanted it all for her. Even the increasingly snug confines of her dress weren't enough to dampen that.

Looking heavily pregnant, Tammy gasped for air as she came down from her high. Her paws caressed the cum bulge that was her tummy, his tar-like cum squirming inside her like a billion little fingers and making her already inflamed libido burn brighter. The fog of their mixed scents enveloped the newlyweds as Gavin moved between her splayed legs, his dick not once flagging and his balls as heavy and ready as ever. Even when his sisters would wake him up with a mass of boobflesh, lapping tongues, and heated pussies he had never wanted anyone as much as he did Tammy right then. He'd started to think so during the reception, but now he was certain: Her body was changing. Whatever she'd done, it was making her into a broodmother hen for him to seed, love and lust mixing together as he realized his new mate was willing to go so far to be the one for him. Not wanting to disappoint, especially when she looked so happy, he lined up his still dribbling dick with her gushing vent, eyes locked together. "Get ready, honey. We're starting on that family now~"

If anyone had noticed they hadn't said anything. Gavin probably had, his paws all over her in the limo ride, but so far he'd kept silent about it as well. Tammy was so happy that she'd agreed to have a few additions put to her dress, her growth having popped several restraining buttons in the middle of her own vow rather than ripped seams. Discreetly she'd begun loosening the garment before the dance, an excuse to 'freshen up' letting her see just how much different she was. Her bust had to have grown at least a cup, her hips had visibly widened, and she was without a doubt feeling the fires of estrus in her belly. An odd tingling was already starting in her breasts as if she was preparing to make milk and scents were starting to increase in potency. The simple hug from her new in-laws had nearly made her cum on the spot! That would have been embarrassing!

Tammy's tail thrashed as he spread open her gulping tunnel, each spine dragging along her inner muscles making her tense and twitch in need. She could feel his sperm already crawling up into her, trying to breed her, claws ripping the sheets as she worked to meet his increasingly insistent thrusts under a bellyful of his cum. Save blinking they hadn't stopped staring at one another since they began, the powerful panther leaning over his mate and pulling her feet up to his shoulders. The rhythmic wet *slap* of his hips and balls on her thighs and rump mixed with their near feral grunting, the two enraptured in each other as they fulfilled one of their most basic drives.

With the tip now pressing against the door to her womb, the shivering hen begging him with her eyes to go all the way, Gavin leaned over to plant a sloppy kiss on her lips. His hips rolled, the tip massaging her inner barrier and making her squeak into his muzzle every time it caught the opening, his instincts demanding he prep her before her first time. As her cum-belly squished between them his paws were at her tits, the twin orbs far bigger than they had ever been. She had already been busty, a completely natural set of E's getting her plenty of advances, but they looked to have almost doubled. They were certainly too big for her kitty to fully grasp anymore!

His fingers danced across the sensitive scales, soon finding her nipples and tugging them playfully. Her eyes flew open as he did so, her pussy clenching hard and tugging him right into the softening opening to her womb. The next burble of cum gushed directly into her egg chamber as his paws were doused in milk, the first sperm legions of many now assaulting her defenseless core. Breaking the kiss as she tossed her head back, Tammy screeched out in sudden orgasm, Gavin's shocked prrrrrowl joining it as her newly powerful internal muscles sucked him forward again, spines now lodging him right inside her cervix. With little keeping him back now he resumed his rutting, inches sinking inside her at a time, a continual belching of cum right into her heated chamber mixing with the loud gurgling of his balls making more. He was going to give her all he had saved up and then some, fuck her until she was satisfied, and plant litters inside her belly until they both couldn't move anymore.

Like an eager kitten he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, slurping up milk as fast as she could make it. Already it was thick, creamy, and voluminous. Not quite as much as his mother's, but considering the cougaress had been pregnant almost non-stop for twenty years it was pretty impressive! Mouthfuls were gulped down hungrily, tits switched every few swallows to give them both attention and the volume only seeming to increase as he enjoyed himself. The act only spurred Tammy on, a paw on his head to encourage his feeding and her hips meeting his in ever more frantic thrusts. Her body was digesting his pheromone rich meal, and the changes were accelerating as she grew increasingly pregnant. Not once had she considered she would be able to _feel_the moments of conception, but now she better understood why hyper mothers loved to breed so much. The meeting of the parents made so much more sense as every pinprick in her womb drove her higher.

It had taken weeks of convincing to get her parents to agree. Gavin had been a perfect gentlecat, answering their questions despite their almost venomous disdain, but one did not just end millennia of ingrained racial superiority. Dragons had always been one of the world's best conquerors, some legends even claiming their champions could go toe to toe with hypers. They had carved out the most expansive empire near the end of the Dark Ages, claiming to be almost solely responsible for the reemergence of civilization from barbarism. No other sentient species could claim every other one as a viable dinner option. Even with generations separating most draconic families from what generated their fortunes it was assumed they were deserving of them, with hatchlings given a share of the estate once or if they proved themselves in some fashion. Tammy knew she was walking on eggshells, expected to demonstrate her command of the relationship and even meet the unspoken challenge of a hyper if they were to accept her choice of mate.

"I must say I didn't think movement was possible with such excess." Already the sniping had started, her mother nodding towards the hyper cougaress's massive bust as it rested on her kitten-packed belly. With a cattish grin and a pat on the taut dome, the matronly feline shot right back without batting an eye. "It takes a bit of getting used to, but I'm sure your lovely daughter will have no problems once they start a family proper." It really was a clash of worlds on many levels. Gavin was dedicated middle class, his family getting significant assistance from the company his father worked for. Some biotech place with connections to hypers. Her parents had met while managing hedge funds, practically given their positions thanks to family connections. There was plenty of truth to draconic hoarding instincts that made them excellent in the financial sector when the point was 'make the big pile of money even bigger'. His parents were sexual paragons, practically living legends of genetic anomalies, a recent incarnation of the very beings that started civilization and maybe even burned it to the ground. Hers were products of picking up the ashes left over and making something new, an unbroken aristocratic line that pretended it held the kind of power of ages past while quietly, and begrudgingly, stepping out of the limelight as society moved on.

Both Tammy and Gavin tried to steer the conversation, but to no avail. It was a slow, creeping game of one-upmanship with their children at the center. If nothing else the felines seemed to revel in prodding the haughty dragons' sense of pride, while skill at manipulation and negotiation was likewise brought to bear by the hen's sires. "What makes you think they'll all be dragons? Surely you've heard of the latest advances into why some mixed couples have children of the father's species instead? When they're as productive as our boy here it's much more likely, especially with how into each other they seem to be~" Oh dear. "A bet, then. Our daughter's first clutch will be dragons. Losers treat the new parents and the winners to a celebratory feast." The engaged pair shot each other a look of exasperation across the table, both opening their mouths to cut it off, only to have the felines agree almost immediately. The fathers shook on it before so much as a peep emerged. "When she pops out a nice big litter of kittens you can bet we'll have a real nice place picked out."

Balls deep in a ripe pussy was possibly the best thing the panther had ever felt. Nothing else compared, not even a gaggle of eager sisters slavering over him or his doting mother smothering his cock in a mass of titflesh. It wasn't about emptying his balls, it was about sowing as many kittens in his mate's belly as possible, overwhelming her system in cum and hormones, and leaving her packed with so much seed that it would stake his claim for any others that might try their luck.

He had known she was quite fertile from the moment they met, his more keen senses able to pick up on what others easily missed. He'd only ever dated females that held the potential to become hypers themselves, even temporarily, wanting any relationship to be with one compatible in every way. Recent advances had allowed for an opening up of potential partners for hypers, the risks to the other less severe than in ages past. He could only assume she'd found one as he supped on her hyper-like milk output. Even as he drank her chest swelled, paws kneading and squeezing to force out as much as he could down his throat and over them both, but their growth did not abate. Her body was changing for motherhood like that of one of his own kind, his cock distending as a fresh flood of cum overflowed his churning orbs to hose down her inner walls. With her feet on his shoulders, her rump upturned to give him a straight shot, her powerful tail entwined with his as it helped them rut, he just couldn't stop himself even as her belly squished between them.

They would have to change positions before he came. He wanted to feed, to lavish affection on her as they made their first brood, to help her enjoy the changes overcoming her. She had taken the chance, agreed to date a hyper, done her best to accept the very different proclivities they dealt with, and now was becoming one of them of her own volition. Anything less than stellar from him just wasn't going to cut it.

The thrum of the bass still carried through the floor, the mismatched pair taking a moment to settle in to the little alcove. Tammy's verdant cheeks were tinged purple from the excess blood flow, her first time in a hyper club making her a bit hot under the collar from the pheromonal war for attention waged alongside the chatter and techno music. The panther across from her had spied her predicament after her sister had taken to the dance floor, bringing her here along with a tall glass of water. From what she'd heard hypers were practically beasts when it came to sex, pouncing any opportunity and often browbeating potential partners into consenting even if they didn't mean to. She wasn't sure if the sexy midnight-furred feline was a hyper, his efforts to guide her through the crowd not giving her a chance to check discreetly and her mind continually flitting to the largely alien urge to drop beneath the table to 'investigate' what he might be hiding. Hyper or no, he hadn't made a move on her. No opportunistic groping, no leering, no commentary, not even a more judgment-impairing drink. Frankly it made her more suspicious, though at the same time she could find no reason to find his actions anything less than chivalrous.

"Feeling better?" The hint of glow in the lower light was practically hypnotic in her current state, the hen nodding absentmindedly. "You still look a little tipsy. I take it you haven't been to a place like this before?" Shuffling a bit in her seat, Tammy attempted to present a more cogent front and only half succeeded. "Y-yeah. My sister figured it would be fun to check out. I dunno how she's taking it so well. Is it always so...um...aromatic?" The rather diplomatic description of the hormonal cocktail that was the club floor's atmosphere made the panther laugh, the flash of white teeth and pink tongue contrasting enticingly with the ebony pelt. "Sure is. It's just a feature of hypers. I guess it's a bit easier to handle when you grow up around it. I hear that the worse it affects non-hypers the closer they are to being one themselves. No idea if it's really true, though. Could just be hearsay and wishful thinking. Trust me, neither your nor her reaction is really out of the ordinary. Don't worry about it."

Each gulp of heady cream flowing into his belly made him harder, his balls thrumming and bloating with their squirming cargo, his desire to breed swelling far beyond his control now that it had been unleashed. Unwilling to give up his treat, Gavin had merely rolled his now very pregnant mate to the side. His balls rested on one of her legs, the other bent around his waist, the hen's tail refusing to relinquish its hold on his as much as her pussy would not let go of his dick. Her belly jiggled and sloshed audibly with each thrust of his hips, her tits far beyond his ability to palm even with both paws and the bed soaked through with their mixed fluids. Gasps, moans, roars, and hisses passed between them, wordless expressions of passion and relief as the fire in the motherly hen's belly was put out and rekindled time and again.

Not one to leave his mate out, he'd offered her free breast to her once she'd grown big enough. The two now exchanged glances while lips wrapped around lewd milk fountains, their suckling stopping only long enough to kiss and swap mouthfuls of the rich cream, tongues stirring up the mess until the milky pressure returned in force. His mind was awash in the velvety sensation of her pussy milking him more fervently than the both of them drained her bust, the suction quite literally slurping the cum from his balls even as the twin orbs gurgled and grew.

Each time he pulled back more of his shaft remained inside his wife, his thrusts growing longer and harder as his already two foot spire expanded and thickened inside her womb. Some part of him knew that whatever she had taken was affecting him too, but at the moment he neither cared nor minded. If it meant breeding his hen until she laid for weeks, so be it if it made her happy. Judging by the sounds she made and the way she returned his ardor, it most definitely did~

"You got a phone number? I was up there dancing up a storm, had a dozen guys and herms trying to get in my skirt, and not one of them even gave me their name. You, on the other paw, meet one cute kitty by playing the distressed damsel and he asks you out to dinner?" Cindy tossed her claws in the air in faux exasperation. She'd always been more the typical dragon than her clutchmate: strong willed, take charge, decisive, and demanding. Something about being the first to hatch, apparently, but it was more than that. Compared to the other pawful of siblings, Tammy was unusual in several ways. While not a pushover, compared to her species norm she was almost shamefully demure by the way she tended to cooperate rather than lead. It didn't help that she had a figure many hens would kill for, though perhaps a bit too much, drawing attention away from the more 'marriageable' members of the clutch such as the purple-scaled alpha. Of nothing else, finding a bra that fit was an exercise in frustration sometimes. "We'll see if he's man enough for you. I'll run interference but you owe me, sis~"

Under other circumstances the changes surging through Tammy definitely would have worried her. It felt like her body was beyond her control, a ravenous beast craving the font of cum spraying down her egg chamber and the milk gushing from her breast. The motherly cream washing over her tongue was the single most delicious thing she'd tasted, save for Gavin's sperm, and she couldn't quite stop herself from supping of her bounty. It mixed with the writhing mass of his cum in her stomach, powering the flames enveloping her, the hen's body meeting her mate's thrusts with the same fervency. His gurgled purrrowls made her heart flutter as much as the twitching, swelling mast buried far inside her swelling womb as it sowed their first litters inside her. Yes, multiple litters...she could feel them coming in waves, bunches, the first ones already growing rapidly. Whether dragon or feline she cared not as the eggs grew bigger, his cum practically feeding their growth. She'd thought she'd carry them for several months, but as her belly expanded to fill much of the bed she knew she might be birthing before the night was out!

As her womb guzzled its sticky treat and she joined her mate in gorging himself on her cream, her eyes uncrossed long enough to look at her chest scales as they tingled. The sheer scope of her bust hid much of it, but with a little effort she spied extra growth below her milky pair. Whenever she closed her eyes to savor the next orgasmic rush she opened them again to visible growth, nipples forming on the second pair of tits now squished between her first set and her belly. As they neared the formidable size of their counterparts a strong, continuous gout of milk spat from both newly formed teats, hosing Gavin and the bed down in rich cream.

"Oooo, nice choice, bro. She's quite the cutie~" Gavin had found his vision obscured by Suddenly Boobhat, his eldest sister grabbing his paws to lift the picture he held up higher. "Any brothers she can introduce me to?" Extracting himself from her embrace, the hyper male gave her a quick raspberry before responding. "Honestly Lucile, you're as bad as Mom and Dad. Tammy and I seriously just met a week ago and already you're gold digging." With a playful wiggle of her rump she returned the mocking gesture, taking a spot next to him on the couch. "Can you blame me? Even if they do tend to be arrogant dicks I wouldn't mind having a scaly sugar daddy." Cuddling up to him, her bust squishing into his arm and her paw running along his chest affectionately, the curvy cougaress teased her brother mercilessly as she always did. "And who are you to talk? I didn't know you were in to having a girl run roughshod over you. Had I known that I'd have started tying you up when you protested~"

Rolling his eyes and ignoring her efforts to tempt him, Gavin grumbled a bit. "You're describing her sisters. Tammy's kind of a black sheep among dragons." With a mewling giggle Lucile hugged him, her tongue licking his cheek. "I see, I see! So you feel a bit of kinship, Mr. 'I have legions of fertile sisters ready to breed and I'm just going to ignore them all'. One of these days I'm going to have your kittens, stud. If it takes seducing whoever Ms. Right is to get them you're in for a wild ride once it happens."

The moment of truth was rapidly approaching. He had been sowing seeds in her for the better part of the night, tremendous stamina staving off true orgasm while the sheer speed of production sent his wriggling cockslime gushing from him by the gallon, but he couldn't hold out much longer. Tammy was swollen as the Goddess Herself, a third pair of tits swelling up below the upper two, her body fully hyperized as her mind sought to catch up. Whatever she'd taken had worked beautifully on both of them, his balls humming with production, his sperm-rich goop thick as clay and twice as heavy as it began to rise from deep within his swollen orbs. The lewd splatter of fluids had joined their vigorous lovemaking for some time now, the sheets soaked beyond rescue and a pool forming across the floor. That mix of milk, honey, and cum only added to the cloud of rut enveloping them, one paw each rubbing Tammy's massive middle and the other clenched tightly together as her entwined tail forced his hips against her harder.

Without a word Tammy knew what was happening. She'd been on cloud nine for hours now, awash in sensation more powerful than she'd ever dreamed, every little motion inside her driving her wild. His barbs never once let her orgasm flag, her body adapting to the multiple clutches coming to term even now, the thought that her hyper mate was actually going to cum leaving her as hungry for sperm as the moment they'd gotten into bed. The loving intensity of their desires held their gazes as the slow roll bulged out the feline's shaft, actually stoppering up the gushing hen as it made its way towards her womb. His massively swollen shaft had more buried in her womb than he normally possessed entirely, the bloated dome taking up much of the bed and more, the slow tide passing her cervix and locking his barbs in her tunnel. The short, rapid thrusting only made the hen's ovaries sing, their constant twitching turning to wild spasms as the act forced her to give up still more ripe ova, the fertile slurry entering her packed womb as the panther's orgasm broke past his cock tip. Feline and draconic roars shook the room, the hen's belly rumbling in time with her mate's balls, the explosive peak of love and lust now consuming them ensuring their long awaited consummation of their love would _more_than make up for lost time.

Knowing her brother the way she did, Lucile expected Tammy would be quite exhausted that morning. Pulling into the driveway, the cougaress hummed to herself as she wondered just how many nieces and nephews were made the previous night, eager to begin getting in her new sister-in-law's good graces.

She got maybe halfway down the walkway before another car pulled up. Without even looking in the window she could guess it was one of Tammy's relatives, the sleek vehicle screaming 'look at me I have money'. As Cindy stepped out she gave a nod to Lucile, looking her over with a bit of suspicion. Hypers were notoriously deviant, even by the hen's rather extreme standards of aristocratic taste, and she could only figure the buxom feline was here for some incestuous reason. "Fancy seeing you here. You are...Gavin's eldest sibling, yes? You led the toast last night."

Hiding a bit of a glower at the unexpected intrusion, Lucile put on a smile and nodded. "That I am. Just checking on the newlyweds. I figured they had a long, productive night so they might not be up to making a proper breakfast." Producing the spare key, the cougaress began unlocking the door. "I'm surprised to see you here. I got the impression your family was a bit squeamish about what it means to be a hyper or related to one. Your sister is definitely going to look a lot different than she did at the wedding. Lots more curves and a nice, big belly~"

"I'd hope so after I got her that stuff from Busty Bunny. If she's going to be a hyper broodmother she's damn well going to be enough of one to suck him dry." Lucile's ears perked up at Cindy's boasting comment, the lock only half tumbled as she turned to look at the hen. "What do you mean, you? I got her the Honeymoon Helper." With a toothy smirk the purple dragoness set her paws on her hips, the pose one she'd picked up from her father. "A good choice from what I read, but it's not like he needed help. No, I got her the Belly Bulging Brew. Tammy's always been a bit excessive, so why not make use of that and kick it into high gear?" The lock fully tumbled as Lucile broke into a cattish smile. "Oh, I don't think you realize what you might have done. I've got to see this now."

Tossing the door wide, the feline's footpaws were quickly drenched in an outflow of white. The sudden gust of musky air made her shiver in spontaneous orgasm right on the front step, claws gouging the doorframe as she regained a bit of her senses. "Ooooooh, hoooooooly fuck that's good~" Lucile stepped through as Cindy gasped in shock, footpaws squishing into utterly, hopelessly soaked carpet. The still writhing mess made her skin tingle as it soaked through her fur, her brother's sperm alive and well as they sought out a fertile hole. The cloud of sex and rut had her entranced, the slow *slop* of each pawfall only broken by the increasingly loud moaning coming from the bedroom.

The newlyweds had woken up to a disaster area. At some point Gavin had stopped cumming, his dick finally receding as he cuddled up to his wife, the thick sludge of his orgasm pooling inside her. Her own orgasm only waned through the night, even in sleep, regular screaming joy leaving her muzzle as pleasure and contractions ran through her. The night had been very productive indeed...

The closed bedroom door had kept much of the excess inside, the bed all but lost in the sea of mixed fluids but the house no doubt a huge mess. It was one way to christen a new home! Yet that wasn't the immediate concern. No, that one was the shivering dragoness cumming her brains out as eggs descended one by one, a new pile laid in the mess to go with the dozen others already clogging up the large bedroom. It was spacious, but not that spacious! "Ahhhh, yesssssss~ Goddess, honey~ Now I know why your Mom is always pregnant~ This feels so mmmmmmmmm~!" Her praise was cut short by a new egg, her paws groping her multiple tits. She'd need all ten gushing milk-factories with this many eggs and more on the way! With a tongue-filled kiss on the lips, Gavin sloshed towards the door as a pause began. "It's gonna make a mess but I'm opening the door, hun. You've got a lot more to go and we don't have much more room in here. If we want you to stop laying at some point we should probably not let my boys keep breeding you like this~"

"What...what the fuck? What. The. Actual. Fuck?" It had been almost a mantra for the flabbergasted hen as she joined Lucile in the house. Cindy'd nearly shrieked when she felt Gavin's sperm crawling all over her claws, her purple scales hiding much of her blushing as she trailed close behind the feline, the house practically unrecognizable with an ankle deep layer of hyper productivity everywhere. Her mind was buzzing, her belly burning, and her heart pounding as she came to terms with the sheer scale of what hypers could generate. Dragons were strong, cunning, and top of the food chain for normals, but this...

There was a click of a door opening up the hall, the voice of the hyper panther suddenly clear before the sound of rushing fluids filled the air. The heavy slurry knocked the dazed cougaress off her feet with a surprised mrowl, bowling her into the equally startled hen and sending the pair into the onrushing mess. Sticky, splashing chaos ensued as Cindy tried to extract herself, mouthfuls of the cum-infused cream flowing into her belly. Lucile looked to have gone into heat from the scents alone, keeping her neck-deep in cum and milk as the feline straddled her, the squirming goop crawling on and in the two of them as the stuff slowly distributed through the house.

"Hah! I told you I'd get your kittens sooner or later!" Though not even remotely how she'd planned it, Lucile was most definitely pregnant by her brother. It had taken the better part of the day to get her out of her stupor, the feline clinging close to Cindy's likewise soaked and impregnated form until the hen had succumbed to the lustful effects of what she'd been swimming in. Having spent years mildly obsessed with her brother, the feline had ended up more incoherent after bathing in his spunk than the purple dragoness. She was already showing signs of awakening to hyperism herself, the excessive curves she'd sported growing yet more dangerous as her brother's seed took root, her consciousness returning not long ago much to her delight.

Tammy's blissed out expression tempered Cindy's upset, her now much larger clutchmate drunk on pleasure as she and Lucile traded egg handling duty. Gavin had apologized profusely, though doing so while nude and looking extremely yummy probably hadn't helped his case. In a rare cogent moment between screaming birth orgasm, Tammy had teased her about being pregnant without the fun parts that usually came before. With a bit of a grope on her new husband's still swollen package she had offered to share, the hyper male's ebony fur the only thing hiding his profuse blushing as his sister-in-law huffed. "Geez, sis. I didn't think you'd end up such a perv." With a chuckle Tammy nuzzled her husband's leg, sticking her tongue out. "Oh come on. Who was it that was thinking of taking his dad for a ride, huh~?"

Running a paw through his hair, Gavin cleared his throat before his new wife could convince him to let her head a harem. "I think they've waited long enough, honey. Mom and Dad are liable to just come over and add to the mess if we don't give them something soon." Releasing his leg she kissed his balls playfully, the newly lustful hen already feeling the next clutch nearing time. "Ok, ok, love. We'll talk about getting her bred right later~" With a wave of her paws, Tammy had Lucile and Cindy stand next to her as Gavin positioned the camera phone. It was next to impossible to get her whole belly in the shot, so the two siblings were used for scale. The trio of sticky females rubbed the hen's swollen belly, Cindy focusing on it rather than the sticky coating or the picture while Lucile joined her new sister-in-law in flashing victory signs for the photo. Much as she tried to hide it, the strangely pleased smile was there for all to see as the purple hen ran her claws along her sister's belly, tracing the outline of huge eggs while her other paw rubbed her belly as if imagining herself in such a state. "Mmmmm...well, at least they're all eggs so far. Mom and Dad should be happy about that..."

The image was whisked away with a simple message to greet the cougars when it arrived:

*Guess you got your wish, Mom and Dad. Things went a little crazier than we planned! We'll let you know when she stops laying.*