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Milo rolled the candy over in his fingers again, but with no branding, it was impossible to tell where it had come from. It had all the looks of a normal rare candy, the ball shaped hard candy with the blue twisted wrapping, but this one had red lines running along the wrapping, something Milo had never seen. He set the candy back down on his desk, and looked blankly at his computer. Store clerk hadn’t given him anything more than a shrug, and nothing had come up on the web about it either. What the fuck is it? Is it just a rare candy with weird wrapping? No. Milo knew science made nearly anything possible at this point, and someone had clearly labeled it different from a normal rare candy for a reason.

“Hey Milo.”

Scolipede walked up behind Milo, easily looking over him with her more than 8 foot stature.

“What’s that?”

She brought her head in to take a closer look at the curious candy.

“That's the same thing I’ve been trying to figure out for the past half hour.”

She turned to him.

“It’s not just a rare candy?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not, why would the wrapper be different if it was?”

She leaned towards it.

“Smells like a candy…”

Milo started clicking around on the computer again.

“Yeah, it looks the same under the wrapper too. But I couldn’t find anything about red lines on a rare candy wrapper online. It was with a bunch of other normal candies in the shop, so maybe? But it’s got nothing else on it, only those red lines. Those have to mean something, right?”

Milo turned to Scolipede. The open wrapper sat on the table, a bulge in Scolipede’s cheek. They stared at each other, Scolipede slowly rolling the hard candy in her mouth.

“Umm… It tastes like a rare candy?”

Milo sighed. He should have figured she’d put it in her mouth.

“I guess we’ll find out now.”

Milo closed down his open tabs and shut down the computer. He pushed himself out from under the desk, and stepped out of the chair.

“Well, does it feel like you’re gaining experience at least?”

Scolipede gave the ball another stir.

*smack*

“I think so.”

“Alright. Just say something if anything changes. I’m still not positive it’s normal.”

“Can do~”

Scolipede seemed to be enjoying the treat, and that made Milo feel better at least. And nothing seemed to be off, so maybe it was just an error in the wrapper printing. Either way, Milo probably didn’t have to worry about it. He took one step toward the hall before a crunch rung through the room. Something about it made Milo stop. He looked back to Scolipede, who had turned to him as well.

“This doesn’t taste like a rare candy anymore.”

Neither of them moved.

“Anything like what you’ve had before?”

“Not really. It’s still good though.”

She relaxed a little.

“Like… cherri?”

“Is-”

“And it’s getting kind of hot. I’m getting really hot. That is me right and not the room?”

Milo quickly got within reach of Scolipede, and she dropped her head into his hands.

“Oh yeah. You might need to lay down.”

She suddenly locked up, her neck going stiff.

“Nearest room. Now please.”

They left the office, Scooting across the hall into Milo’s room. Milo got the door and closed it once Scolipede was inside.

“I can get the mattress on the floor too if-”

“Milo, please.”

Scolipede presented herself, her black sex and donut pointed proudly at him. Her cherry sized clit flexing its way through the lips every few seconds, waves of fem slime coming out with it.

“I’m so hot, it feels like I’m in heat. Please, do something!”

Milo locked the door with a subtle click.

“Oh. Ok.”

His clothes were off a second later. He knew how bad it could get for her in her season and if this candy simulated that, he was gonna have to get right on with relieving her. He came up behind her, brushing one of her flanks with one hand and laid the other on her meaty lips. Man, if Absol’s in here… He hadn’t exactly been given the time to check… Milo delicately began to pry her open, her huge labia practically slurping as he did.

“Milo, pleeeeeaasssee…”

A particularly powerful flex splashed his hand with slime. Holy shit. He drove his hand in.

“YES!”

Milo began to feel around just inside her cavernous snatch, wrestling with her pliable walls. It was wet. So completely drenched that she’d lubed his hand as it entered with no need for anything extra.

“I need. MORE.”

Scolipede began pushing back, pressing her entire bulk into Milo. He tried his best to hold his ground, and was soon swallowed up to his elbow. She really wanted it. And being that she weighed nearly 600lbs, chances where if she wanted it, she got it.

“Not deep enough.”

She pushed to the point of taking steps backwards, forcing her huge ass into Milo’s chest. Milo reoriented, and got himself in halfway up his bicep.

“AHHH!~”

She wasn’t kidding when she said she was hot. Her insides were scalding. The warm spasming muscles trying to milk Milo’s arm like it could seed her womb. He began feeling her insides up, groping around with his hand and pushing around with the rest of his arm. Her long moans only growing more intense. He took his other hand off of caressing her ass, and used it to thumb her nub. She went berserk, wriggling her body and trying to stay upright under the intense stimulation. Milo’s left half was drenched, soaked from the near shoulder deep fisting he was performing. But she was loving it, her lips quivering outside, her walls spasming on the inside. But what threw her over was when Milo was able to get those few extra inches in, and softly placed his palm on her cervix.

She blew. Milo’s arm was crushed under the combined efforts of every muscle in her vag, and most of his torso drenched by torrents of girl-cum splashing out in rhythms. She gripped Milo’s arm for dear life, desperate for it to be able to seed her. The shrillness of her voice soon calmed and her grip on Milo’s arm loosened. Milo’s arm slid out with lewd slorps and shlops, completely covered in Scolipede’s juices.

“Better?”

She craned her head to look at him. Her face was still flush, and she was panting.

“N-no. I need more. It’s so hot!”

Milo cupped her vulva and prepared another round. That candy had apparently been one hell of an aphrodisiac. But as he put his hand on the underside of her swollen lips, he felt even more heat down below. Wait a minute… He moved his hand lower. It wasn’t just her vag that was hot, but her groin above it was too.

“AHH! W-what are you doing?”

He rubbed around, but the heat seemed to be pooling just above (below?) her cunt.

“You feel this?”

“Y-YES! OH! Careful! It’s sensitive-!”

Every time Milo would near the warm patch, Scolipede would flinch. Her hind legs jolting up to avoid his touch. Milo saw what started happening next before Scolipede spoke.

“MILO! MILO SOMETHINGS-! AHHH!”

Her dark flesh drooped, as if melting it began to bulge downward. As it went it began to mold itself, taking on a distinct dual orbed shape. No way.

“Milo! Whats-!? What’s happening-!?!”

The bulges filled out, bulking up, hanging lower. Her two forming nuts might have been blocking Milo, but he had a good idea of what was happening on the other side of them. He peered around her leg. A thick sheath had formed, and was growing fast. Her balls soon reached apple size and showed no intention of stopping.

“OH GOD!”

Scolipede thrashed and writhed, but stayed upright and in place. No way anyone else out and about in the house couldn’t hear her. Without warning, a molted black and purple horsecock poured from her new sheath. It hung for a moment, before instantly hardening and smacking itself into Scolipede’s belly.

“NNGGH!!!”

While it looked small on her huge frame, it had to be somewhere around a foot and a half, and not to mention painfully hard. But if her rapidly growing balls were anything to go by, that size wouldn't last long. Both ballooned, bulking faster and faster as they got bigger. Her balls jostling hypnotically, her cock an iron rod against her barreled stomach.

“UGH! MILO! I-! I CAN’T CUM! AHHHHHH!”

Milo was still frozen watching her heavy nads reach cantaloupe size and still swell further. Her cock was HUGE. Probably going on two and a half feet at this point. The inches pouring out of her sheath, each throb thickening her shaft.

“Milo PLEASE! DO SOMETHING! IT’S SO HARD! PLEASE! I CAN’T CUM! I CAN’T TAKE IT!”

MIio had no idea what to do, but it was clear she was out of control. Oh god, will she not stop growing?! He needed to act now!

“On it!”

He took the horsecock in both hands, but his left couldn’t even get around her base and his right had to pry her shaft from her stomach to grasp it. It was like holding actual stone, but warm and continued to grow in his hands.

“OHHHH! OH YES! MILO!”

He didn’t even know if getting her off would help, but spur of the moment he didn’t know what else to do. He gripped her, massaging the massive cock and lubing her with her own juices. He stroked her down to the medial ring with his left, making brisk strokes and milking out a steady stream of pre. His right toyed with the lower part of her shaft, squeezing and pressing his fingers along ridges. The response was nearly immediate. Her cock flexed HARD, pulling up against herself.

“FUCKFUCKFUCFUCKFUCKFUCK-!”

Her urethra bulged, and the biggest shot Milo’d ever seen shot outward, and her head flared like a dinner plate. Scolipede moaned, her body convulsing with each pump, her balls clenching and churning to get each wad up and out of her cock. And her orgasm refused to waver. At points cum just flowing out, not even in obvious gouts. She tensed each time, and her orgasm droned on and on, each gush of cum drenching more and more of the floor. Some especially powerful shots even reaching the wall. Only when the tide of her flood began to stem did she speak.

“Hooooo… ooooohhhhh yeahhhhhh…”

Milo still had his hands around her tool, feeling as her clenching muscles slacked and the cum flowing from her prick slowed to a trickle. Only a few weak flexes followed before she began to soften. Milo let go, backing off. Still awestruck at what he just witnessed, and rock hard from it. Scolipede was drooling, tears even having streaked her face. At her peak, she’d been probably over THREE FEET. And her balls were no slouches, hanging like melons between her thighs.

“Holy shit Bubblegum.”

She looked back at him, panting and clearly still collecting herself.

“That… was the most INTENSE thing I’ve ever felt…”

Her cock still hung half hard, slowly drooling on the floor. She swallowed, and turned her head to look at Milo.

“Um… How… How big is it?”

Milo could see the area in front of her wasn’t the only place that would need a clean. It looked like someone had dumped a bucket on the floor behind her.

“Three feet. Easy.”

“Oh.”

Her cock flexed, and she no doubt felt its weight as it tried to touch the floor.

“And my… mm! I can… I can feel them… pressing against my legs…”

Her balls softly rested against the inside of her thighs, swaying and jostling with even the slightest movement.

“Oh god, Milo. It’s happening again!”

Her cock rose, the equine glands hardening back up.

“MMM!”

But she wasn’t growing, so that had stopped at least.

“If it’s just gonna feel like this, I don’t think I’ll ever go soft.”

“It’s hot as shit at least.”

She thought for a moment, trying not to get too distracted by the erection growing between her legs.

“Do you think anyone can even take me?”

“No way. Not without some serious mods.”

There was a loud smack, and at first Milo didn’t realize where it’d come from.

“Nnn… Can I… get some help again?”

Milo placed a hand on her back, and dragged it along her flank as he rounded her rear.

“You bet, Bubblegum.”

Milo got behind her again. Fuck those balls where huge. Milo cupped one in both hands. The thing weighed a ton. Milo rolled the soft orb, letting Scolipede drink in the new sensation of a nut massage.

“Ngh, Milo…”

Sliding a hand over to the other, he hefted the weighty ball and groped both the massive squishy nuts. A slap from beyond them let him know he was doing a good job. The back of her sack was being drenched from her honeypot above. And it only made it sweeter when Milo put his mouth on the taught skin of the melon sized orb. He sucked on the pliant flesh, letting it pop out of his mouth with a lewd sound before backing off to listen to Scolipede moan loudly.

He moved back and forth, giving each one their deserved attention, slurping and teasing the heavy sack to drive his good friend wild. Damn these are nice. Each one was like a pillow he could rest his head on. In fact… Milo pressed his face between them both. He could practically hear them churning, trying to refill after her recently blown load.

“Oohh!”

Scolipede humped backwards, thrusting her weighty nuts against him. They molded against his face, their slow shuddering inertia heavy against his visage. Definitely competes with boobs. He brought his hands up from underneath, rubbing up the sides of her sack. His efforts though felt inadequate, there was just too much of her! How could he possibly touch enough of it? Scolipede stepped forward, her balls pulling away from him.

“Pleeeaaase, Milo… I NEED to cum…”

Her equine puss was swollen and winking, leaking ever more of her girl-cum. He probably had been a little too self indulgent there, huh?

“Right. You wa-”

Milo was silenced as the twat came crashing into his face, burying him in the scent of horny bug and splattering him in pussy juice.

“NO, no more talk. No more teasing. FUCKING just make me CUM!”

Milo ate her out like his life depended on it, and it might if she pinned him to a wall. He reached around her balls and grasped the base of her enormous cock, the other re-attaching to her sack.

“NGH! AHH!”

Scolipede seemed to lose her ability to speak, the pleasure completely overwhelming her mind. To have both her sexes tended to, her brain must have shut down on her. Her moans rung through the room, urking Milo to press on and not let up. She winked, rubbing her big clit under his chin. He caught it on it’s way back in, and gave it a good polish. That was enough for Scolipede, and she erupted. He felt her sack clench, then her cock bulge, and the wet splat of another cumshot smacking the floor. Her snatch spasmed around his face, drenching Milo’s front. Scolipede’s hind legs gave out, and her ass came down on Milo’s face. His head squished against her fat lips, and her sack fell heavy on his chest. Milo couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t feel like he needed to. This was a fine way to go.

“Oh FUCK! TOO INTENSE! I- I CAN’T GET UP! AHHH!”

He could feel her nuts clench on top of him. All of this was finally getting to Milo, and he yanked on his rock hard shaft with his now pinned arms and came. Her box drenched his face. He could hear globs of cum hit the floor, adding to the mess she’d been creating. Her groans seemed to shake the room. When he came down, Scolipede was still lobbing out the last of her load. She managed to roll off him, collapsing on her side. Milo was slick with fem-juice from head to chest, and coated in a thick layer of his and her cum from the stomach down. Scolipede had done a good job painting her own underside, and making her whole rear glisten with her own lube. Not to mention the disaster zone she’d created down range. They both lay there for a while, panting and catching their breath.

“Do… Do you think this is permanent?”

Before Milo could answer, the door to the bathroom swung open. Steam poured out as Absol trotted out with a towel wrapped around the top of her head, her fur damp and clingy, still humming some song she must have been listening to in the shower. When she noticed the room, she stopped dead in her tracks, eyes as wide as dinner plates. Milo and Scolipede froze, not knowing what else to do. She looked at Milo. Then at Scolipede, then back at Milo.

“I’ll uh… I’ll leave the door open for you two.”