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The Baker's Dozen: Simple as Black and White

By Danath

Freebies Vol. 68: Bovinity Edition!

1/14/2018

Characters © :iconRykela:

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The wind howled down the empty streets, blasting stray snow and ice up and down the sidewalks. Carter pulled his knit hat down tighter around his head and huffed into his scarf as he trudged through the slush and sleet. His car was in the shop and taxis were unavailable due to the storm, so he'd been forced to walk home from his job. The chill wind whipped around his legs, numbing his feet and making him shiver.

He turned a corner and was gusted by an even stronger blast of cold air, so strong it made his teeth chatter. Frost iced up around his nostrils as he blinked in the cold. There was no way he'd make it without warming up somewhere first, but was any place open during such a cold blizzard?

The answer was right in front of him, on the next block. A bright, cheerful neon sign cut through the sleet and mist, advertising hot soup and fresh baked bread: “The Baker's Dozen Cafe." It was the only sign of life on an otherwise shuttered street. Carter tried to remember where he'd heard of the shop before - he was sure he'd passed by it or spoken to someone about it at some point, but with the cold wind slapping his face even through his scarf and hood, he couldn't focus.

Instead he walked as fast as he dared on the slippery cement towards the business and shoved through the doorway. Immediately the heat soaked into his jacket and the scent of fresh bread and other pastries filled his nostrils, along with an undercurrent of fresh fruit and cream. For Carter, the interior was heaven. The bell above the door chimed again as the wind pulled it shut behind him and he started taking off his hat and gloves and scarf without pausing to look around much, just happy to be indoors.

“Hi there! Welcome to the Baker's Dozen!" a voice called out. “Let me know when you're ready to order!"

The voice sounded distant, like it was coming from another room. When Carter finally got his jacket and other winter gear off, he looked around for the source, but saw nobody behind the tall counter at the front of the shop. There were a dozen small tables with wooden chairs and a nice black-and-white linoleum on the floor. Large paintings of flowers and baking supplies hung on the walls all around. The counter at the front included a large glass display case full of cakes and pies and cupcakes and pastries, with another large glass display case on the other side of the register holding both a hot and cold display. Carter's mouth watered as he saw a sign on the back wall listing off the soup of the day and his eyes lingered on the words “Fresh!" and “Hot!" scrawled next to the price in bright purple.

A cheerful, friendly, and above all, warm restaurant, Carter thought. If the food was half as good as the place smelled, stopping in to warm up here was going to be the best choice he made all day.

“Coooming!" the same high-pitched voice called out.

Carter waited by the counter, watching the open doorway to the back of the bakery where the shopkeeper was presumably handling some cooking issue. He only had to wait a minute before the owner did make an appearance.

And it was quite the appearance. Carter's eyes bugged out of his skull as he watched a massive cerulean blue dragoness appear in the doorway. She was absolutely huge and had to turn sideways to squeeze her oversized chest through the frame. A large white baker's apron wrapped around the fronts of her chest and part of her stomach, but most of the dragon's cream-colored scales running down her chest were exposed, leaving little to the imagination. A pair of enormous pink nipples pressed outwards through the fabric, pulling and stretching the apron so much Carter could easily make out the color through it. Each nip was easily bigger than his own head.

The human's awe only deepened as the dragoness got her hips through the doorway. The badonkadonk of all badonkadonks swung on her hips, forming a natural shelf above which her long tail swung. Blue scales hugged the sides of her hips, but the cheeks themselves were the same creamy white as her chest. The dragoness's long tail tapered into a point at the tip, blue on top and cream underneath, continuing the color pattern on the rest of her plump, 16-foot-tall figure.

All that juicy rump-meat sat on top of a pair of trunk-like thighs and impressive calves. Carter watched those huge thighs strain as she scooted behind the counter. He could see the individual muscles flexing and stretching beneath her silky smooth scales.

To top it all off, the unmistakable bulge of an obscenely large maleness draped down the dragoness's thighs. The head of the huge, wide shaft caught the apron so that the fabric wrapped around it and pulled it upright, keeping the apparently flaccid member pointed straight out from her broad hips, which helped show off the devastatingly large balls hanging down nearly to the floor, each cream orb so large Carter doubted he'd be able to get both arms even halfway around each one.

The dragoness leaned over the counter, flattening her broad chest into the woodwork, which creaked and groaned in response but otherwise seemed to hold her incredible weight. She was more than two and a half times the size of Carter, making the six-foot tall human feel very small indeed as he stared at her cleavage, too shocked to be ashamed of the obvious arousal in his jeans.

“See something you like, hun?" the dragoness asked, lips curling into a devilish smile.

Carter blinked and blushed, averting his gaze from the dragoness's smooth and plump cleavage.

“No, uh… sorry. I was just hoping to get something to eat?"

The dragoness smiled wider and nodded. “Sure thing, hun! We got fresh soup, bread, anything you like."

Carter tried to read the menu hanging on the wall above and behind the massive dragon, but all he could think about was the creature's incredible endowments. If she was that big soft, he wondered…

“Uh, yeah, I'll take a bowl of soup," he stammered, trying not to lose focus again.

“Sure, hun! The buttermilk soup we got today is always a popular one! Go ahead and take a seat and I'll be right out with that for you."

Carter backed away from the counter, staring despite himself, and stumbled into the first chair behind him. He slumped into it and watched as the dragoness walked towards the soup-side of the counter along the back wall. His mouth dropped when she leaned over, thighs together, rump full and firm and jutting out towards him like two massive cream-colored hams. He almost drooled into his lap before blinking and sitting upright, goggling still at the dragoness as she spooned soup into a bowl and added some sides on the plate, jiggling her plump rear end all the while.

By the time she turned around and walked towards him, Carter was sweating and harder than he'd ever been in his life. When she came closer, his nostrils sniffed the air, picking up on a slight vanilla scent mixed with something much more masculine and salty.

“I'm Rykela," the dragoness said, pulling one of the chairs out from the table before settling her massive bulk down onto it. How the chair didn't simply splinter underneath her ample rump, Carter couldn't guess. “Now, you look just about frozen, you poor thing! So while you have your buttermilk soup, I'll help warm you up."

The massive dragoness patted one of her broad thighs, sending jiggles through the firm, scaled flesh. Carter's eyes widened even more as he realized the dragon was inviting him to sit on her lap as he ate. That was… weird. Right? But she looked warm, that was certain, and everyone knew dragons were always a little strange. And she did look soft… and those breasts… Carter could imagine himself sinking into those pillows for days…

“Uh, sure. I'm Carter," he said, trying not to act too eager as he got up from his chair.

“Nice to meet you, Carter," Rykela said, before reaching out with a single large hand and wrapping it around the smaller human's torso. “Up you go!"

Carter soon found himself sitting with his legs spread around the dragoness's oversized maleness. His shoulders and head leaned back against her plush breasts, which felt just as soft and yielding against him as they looked. His erection throbbed in his pants, creating a wet spot he hoped she wouldn't notice but probably already had.

One big blue arm came into view and wrapped around his belly and chest, stroking and teasing his shirt, as the other brought a large plate with a bowl full of creamy, rich soup. He could smell the garlic and leeks along with the dragoness's musk, which was already stronger now that he was so close to her. The vanilla came through more cleanly as the fabric of the apron stretched around her chest when she leaned forward a little, squeezing him into her more tightly.

A light pink haze enveloped Carter, but the cloud was very faint and light and smelled of the same vanilla as the dragoness. His brain buzzed as he picked up the bowl of soup and balanced it on his knee before using the spoon to take a bite.

And another bite. And another. For the next few moments, Carter forgot the dragoness on whose lap he sat altogether. All that mattered was the soup - that delicious, rich, creamy, delicate soup. There was a lot of butter, too, probably from the bits of cornbread crumbled up into the dish. Carter shuddered and squeezed his legs together around the dragoness's warm maleness, eliciting a hum of happiness from her as he spooned another mouthful.

“This is so good!" he said, shivering as the hot soup drove the last of the winter chill from his body. “I could eat this every day!"

Rykela smiled and stroked her fingers and claws down his sides, rubbing him through his shirt and pants. He shuddered at the touch and squirmed, rubbing himself back into her chest.

“Thanks, hun. We make it fresh every day!"

Carter's head swam as he ate another bite and another. He didn't protest when the dragoness's palm spread over his belly, rubbing against the arousal in his pants. In fact, he pushed his hips upwards, meeting her fingers, as she toyed with him.

The human didn't notice anything unusual for the next few minutes, engrossed as he was in eating the large bowl of soup as quickly as he could short of just chugging it down. He moaned between spoonfuls as the dragoness rubbed and squeezed against him. He could feel her huge nipples pressing against the back of his head as she slowly swelled between his legs, thickening noticeably. The pink haze and the scent of her musk increased as well, scrambling Carter's lust-ridden brain further. Were it not for the bowl of soup he greedily drank, he'd have had his pants off long ago.

By the time he was halfway through the buttermilk broth, however, something started to bug him, and he flicked his right ear.

Wait, he thought, slurping another spoonful of soup. My ears don't flick.

Only his ear was flicking back and forth, though it felt very long and flopped over when he reached up to touch it. And there was more: a pair of small horns between the large ears.

He looked at his arms as he ate. His skin was changing, darkening in spots and lightening in others, until they were splotched in large, irregular black and white circles. The fingernails on the ends of his hands darkened and thickened as well, so they were more hoof-like than nails.

Carter's pants stretched to contain his erection. He'd grown larger down there and was feeling the effects of the increased size and libido already. His chest heaved as he kept spooning the soup, groaning with need as his maleness crawled down his left pant leg. The shape of it was no longer fully human and the size of it was extraordinary. It didn't compare in the slightest to the insane shaft stretching out between his legs attached to the dragon fondling him, but by the time the tip shoved down to his knee, the flare of the head was obvious against the fabric of his jeans, and more so when the entire length throbbed and fattened.

Another few mouthfuls of the leek and garlic and onion cream soup and Carter's cock erupted in a messy blast of cum that soaked his pants and dripped down the sides of his thighs, draining down Rykela's hips to the floor below.

“There you go, babe," the dragoness said, her voice a low rumble. “See, you're warming up already!"

Carter's eyes closed as he ate on autopilot, nearly finished by now with the entire huge bowl of cornbread and buttermilk. In addition to the growth in his pants, his shirt started to stretch as well. Massive nipples formed, pulling the fabric of his sweater taut. The twin orbs stretched further and further away, taut and heavy, audibly sloshing with milk. They trembled in the confines of the sweater, so large the undersides reached almost to Carter's thighs.

The black and white cow huffed as she scarfed down the last of the soup, tipping the bowl back to get every last drop into her long muzzle. A pair of plump black lips parted, allowing her long red tongue to slide out and lick along the inside of the bowl. Her moist nostrils flared as the pink haze of Rykela's musk enhanced her pleasure. Her blue jeans stretched around her hips as her rump pillowed out; a white tail with a tuft of black hair at the tip flicked against the dragoness's thighs.

All the while as Carter transformed, the dragoness held her close and shivered. The squirming bovine was rubbing against her growing maleness, getting her aroused more and more by the moment. Her shaft was already almost four feet long and pointed up and out as the fabric of the apron finally pulled away, exposing the titanic pink length in all its glory. Rykela's huge testicles flattened against the floor as she spread her legs further to accommodate their size. She huffed at the growing bovine in her lap, more excited as she saw the gush of seed draining from her customer's left pant leg.

“That's it, hun," she moaned, as a trickle of several gallons of pre-cum ran down her throbbing, growing dragonstalk, “just let it allll out."

The bowl clattered to the floor as Carter's head leaned back, disappearing into Rykela's cleavage. The dragoness smiled as she groped at the cow's hefty new chest with one paw, squeezing and rolling those large orbs around in her even larger fingers. Carter's jeans split in the rump, allowing plenty of black and white cow rump to spread out across the dragoness's stalk. The heiffer's arousal flexed one more time before ripping its way right out of the jeans, tearing the fabric at the seams.

Almost three feet of horsecock flopped into view, ridged with a wide medial ring and veined the whole way through. The tip flared as a second orgasm rippled through the cow's body, making her booty grind down against the base of Rykela's shaft. Carter cried out as the blasts of seed arced into the air before splattering down on the floor halfway to the door of the bakery.

She'd never felt anything so intense before. Her eyes squeezed shut as her floppy ears hung around the sides of her long muzzle. The dragoness's soft, warm breasts squeezed around her as the giantess's fingers played with her oversized arousal and still-swelling chest. The sweater pulled at the seams, nearly going see-through as the cow's growing tits continued to push outwards.

There was another loud rip as the sweater nearly exploded off the cow's chest. Her torso swelled accordingly, until her oversized tits were proportionally even larger than Rykela's. They draped over her thighs, the swells heavy against her belly. Carter's massive cock was pushed forward and out by her twins as the massive pink teats on the curve of each swell opened up, releasing a twin blast of creamy cow milk.

Carter's cock erupted for a third time as all new types of pleasure rippled through her body. She groaned and squirmed as a new feminine sex spread against the wide base of Rykela's arousal, more than enough stimulation to cause a series of uninterrupted orgasms for the next few minutes.

The dragoness grinned as she felt the bovine in her arms grow and swell, jiggling and wriggling and causing so much stimulation in general that Rykela's cock hardened to its full and incredible twelve-foot length, high above the black and white cow in her lap. Rykela's pink musky mist intensified, causing their visibility to drop as gallon after gallon of draconic seed pumped for her oversized shaft, which was an astonishing two-thirds as tall as she was and thicker around than even the heifer's plumped up rump.

Carter large eyelashes fluttered as she thrust her hips, grinding her pussy and ass down against the dragoness's stalk. She humped her hips, driving her now four-foot shaft into the baker's fingers as yet another jet of white seed pumped through her length and erupted, showering them both in rich, milky seed. Rykela joined in as the cow's thighs clenched around her width, urging a thrust and a blast of cum that splattered across the ceiling before painting the door white.

Their moans filled the otherwise empty dining area as Rykela wrapped her hands around Carter's chest. The cow's heavy tits almost filled the sixteen-foot-tall dragoness's hands, an impressive feat for anyone, but especially considering the heifer hadn't gained much in height. Rykela squeezed them, letting the nipples poke out through the gaps in her knuckles as she lifted and squeezed. She was rewarded with anxious moans and streams of milk as she set up a quick, firm rhythm to milk the heifer.

Carter's plump lips opened in an “O" of pleasure as her aching, four-foot horsestalk flexed and erupted yet again, this time pointing backwards and painting Rykela's upper chest and face. The musky scent of the dragon kept the cow so excited she couldn't stop cumming, couldn't stop thrusting and humping and moaning as the dragoness milked her oversized breasts. It all felt so good, all at once a series of pleasurable squeezes and strokes and throbs and musk that soon the cow was crying out, stiffening her back, both hands grasping at Rykela's hips as her cock began to pulse, hardening and pointing up, releasing a batch of thick seed before hardening again, flexing until the veins were popping, each flex another new orgasm piling on top of the previous. Carter's eyes stared blankly as the dragoness's breasts wrapped around her face. She trembled, achingly hard, unable to talk, unable to move, as the seizure of pleasure had its way with her, forcing her heavy nuts to pump more and more and more thick, masculine seed from her trembling, flared tip. Stripes of white coated the floor and windows; some of it flew backwards, raining down on them both and mixing with the dragoness's own incredible emissions.

Rykela moved a paw around Carter's shaft, squeezing and stroking the length with eager vigor. Her other alternated between the cow's heavy tits, molesting and rubbing and tweaking them, keeping the heifer at an incredibly high state of arousal. Rykela came several more times as well as she milked her customer dry.

Eventually it was over. Rykela's enormous length stretched forward, drooped over and half-hard, still thicker and longer than Carter's entire figure. Buckets of seed drizzled onto the floor, puddling and pooling and spreading to hide all the black tiles.

On the dragoness's lap, the black and white Holstein shuddered as aftershocks of so much continuous, ball-churning pleasure continued to tingle through her. Her supremely fat and hard horsecock pointing outwards, pressed forward by the size of her chest. Both enormous pink nipples dribbled a constant flow of milk despite the rigorous milking, sending a stream of white sauce down her smooth swells and hips and over the dragoness's blue and cream scales.

“How'd you like your soup, hun?" Rykela asked, breathing heavy as her broad hips wiggled on the chair.

“It was… really good," Carter managed to gasp. She leaned back and looked up at the dragoness, past Rykela's oversized chest. “Um… can I have another bowl?"

Rykela grinned wide and rubbed her palm against the bovine's right breast, eliciting a nice moan of appreciation and a fresh spray of cream.

“You sure? It's only going to make you even larger," she said, a note of warning in her voice.

“That just means I'll stay warmer, right?"

Rykela nodded. “I think that's right," she said. The dragoness's stalk flexed, already growing hard again as the bovine squirmed against her lap. She turned her head towards the doorway to the back room. “Hey, Insom! Another large order of the soup of the day!"

A deep and masculine voice responded, surprising Carter, who thought the dragoness was alone in the shop.

“Sure thing, Rykela. Coming right up!"

A few moments later, Carter squirmed to the side to watch as Insom appeared in the doorway. He was absolutely massive and had even more trouble fitting through than Rykela. He first pushed through a dainty silver trolley with a large, steaming cauldron of soup on top, the scent of which reached Carter even through the pink mist of the dragoness's aroused musk.

Insom's head and right pec squeezed through first. Nipples the size of dinner plates scraped against the walls as the bulky beefcake bull pulled and pushed his shoulders through. A pair of horns angled up and towards each other on top of his head, complementing the bull's bushy black beard and mop of curly hair. Once his shoulders were through, the oversized male worked on getting his enormous hips and rump past. He was nude, leaving nothing to the imagination as Carter took in his obscene size, from the incredible pecs that flexed so far out from his chest they appeared almost like breasts, to Insom's enormous maleness, which dragged against the floor between his broad hooves and was covered in flour and sugar. Carter's eyes popped as the bull managed to get his rump out of the way and leaned over the cart to push it out to where Rykela sat with the Holstein heifer still on her lap.

He was not as tall as Rykela and the fantastic amount of muscles stacking onto his shoulders, arms, legs, and chest made him appear squat, but he was still much bigger than Carter. In fact, the bull was so wide and thick and packed with meat he was altogether wider than the dragoness, with possible an even larger rump - something Carter couldn't have imagined before. Insom's body flexed theatrically, massive pecs bouncing and going taut.

“One large soup of the day!" Insom said, his voice booming as he set the cauldron down on the table. “Enjoy your lunch!"

“Why don't you stick around," Rykela said to her apprentice baker. “I think this particular customer deserves a personal touch, don't you?"

Insom's large muzzle spread into a grin beneath his bushy black beard, especially when Rykela reached out with a paw to stroke the bull's maleness. His hooves squished through the mess of cum and milk on the floor as he leaned over, groping at Carter's chest. The cow groaned in delight and pressed into his fingers as Insom licked his lips, cock already hardening up.

“Drink your soup up quick, hun," Rykela said, a giggle on her lips. “I think it's gonna get even messier in here very soon!"