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A Warm Hearth.

Chapter 1

It had always seemed to him beautiful country when he used to pass through town. It was hard not to appreciate the wide green expanse of grass and fields tucked into the vast hills and mountains around it. Tips of mountains so high they were still tipped with snow, even this time of year, could be seen in the distance through the clear afternoon air. They seemed so close on a clear day but it was several days hard journey distant, traveling by foot at least. It was those kind of journeys that were his life for so long that it seemed at the time it was what he'd always be doing. Coming on almost two years now, it now seemed more like a distant memory. He took in a deep breath of the clear air around him before those distant thoughts were interrupted by two heavy thumps from around the behind him.

A voice called out a moment later, “It's not nearly as bad as you said it was!" The voice was deep, resonant, but still distinctly feminine, “It actually looks kind of cozy in there, for an old barn."

“Oh sure, now it does" Taylor called back to her, “after I've been cleaning it out the whole day." He came around from the far side of the building to where his wife had just landed. The lower part of her body, a massive, well muscled gryphon, positioned just at the front of two open barn doors. Her upper human body leaning inwards inside as she inspected the interior. Despite the door being at least 8 foot tall, she still had to duck down to lean inside.

She snorted, back “Well fine then, next time you carry all this stuff up here and I'll do the sweeping." She grinned knowingly, unhooking ropes and leather straps secured comfortably around her form. One at a time dropping several sacks full of linens, drapes, carpets, and other house wares with heavy thuds at her large, avian feet. She looked up over the old barn in front of her, the only structure standing for at least a mile around in the wide, grassy clearing in the hills. She stood back upright as she sized it up; she was fully three times Taylor's height, and many times his weight as her large form took a few steps around the structure, sizing it up discerningly. It hardly stood even half again her height and perhaps thirty foot square. Though it was large by human terms, the central space would hardly even be enough room for her to stretch her wings. “I've had my fill of living in barns enough for one life time, though. I don't miss it in the least, thank you." She shrugged, “I can just fly you up here every morning as we work on the house in the mornings."

He gave her a comforting pat at the back of her broad haunches as he came up behind her, “It's just for a little while, until we get the house built. Trust me, it's going to be much easier staying here while we work then shuffling back and forth to town every day. We can still go back to your place when we need a little time off. The sooner we're done, the sooner it will be our place. The first place that is built just for you, and us. For now though, that means another barn to call home, just for a bit."

The large gryphon woman gave a deep sigh before nodding, “Yeah, you're right. We're going to need to be done by winter, and we already have a late start." She leaned forward to give the stricture a bump with her body the building shaking and creaking across it's whole foundation as the muscled swell of one of her fore-shoulders thudded into it firmly. The shaking timbers inside sending a rain of dust and debris down on to the freshly swept floor planks, “But it still needs a lot more dusting."

Taylor winced as dirt scattered across his freshly swept floor, rolling his eyes theatrically, “Well, now you are definitely helping sweep up. And you can start with the rafters!" He tossed her the large, fan-shaped broom as he started to unpack the things she'd dropped at the front doors, unfolding the collection of their house wares she'd carefully packed into heavy canvas sacks that were about the size of a tent, to him. “Oh, Tanzen stopped by too while you are out."

“Oh? He already knew where to find us? Hmm, people probably sent him up here to keep us from coming back for a while. I guess the people in the village are ready for us to move out up here, too. It... might be all the noise we've been making together lately."

Taylor laughed, “The noise that you make."

She gave him a playful and somewhat suggestive swish of her tail with her backside facing him while she swept, grinning over her shoulder. “Tenzen was by huh? So let me guess, another huge, huge HUGE moneymaking endeavor! If you would just have your monster-wife-beast do all the heavy lifting?" She rolled her eyes.

“Hah. He doesn't talk like that anymore, thank the gods. That boy just did not get it for a while. Now though, he might actually be getting a little jealous if anything, and not just for your biceps."

The gryphon woman curled her claws and clenched her fist, flexing her lower for arm playfully. “What does Mr. Mercantile Spirit want, then?"

Taylor went on, “Not business this time, actually, he was just passing along some news. He said that someone approached him when they found out that they knew the famous Anrea. I guess it was some old witch from back in your neck of the woods that said she knew your family and had something important to talk to you about."

Anrea stopped her sweeping suddenly, nearly freezing in place with her broom against the rafters just above her. “Witch? It wasn't Cecilia Kerr, was it?"

Taylor turned to look in at his wife curiously as her tone suddenly changed so seriously, “Yeah, that's what he said. So you knew her after all?"

She took in a deep breath, thinking just a moment before tossing her broom back to the dusty floor with a clack. She ducked back outside and held out one of her fore claws to the human in front of her for a lift up, “If we go now we can still catch him. We need to find that woman."

Chapter 2

The three sat quietly for a while, nothing but the quiet ticks of an old pendulum clock in the corner. One of the trophies of Taylor's years of travel that had, like Taylor, come to make his home in Anrea's converted cottage. Anrea laid out on her usual bed-mat, though she was upright with her focus on the elderly lady sitting in the chair right across from her. Her black, perfectly kempt robes in sharp contrast against the soft floral fabric of the chair she sat in. Taylor sat on Anrea's foreleg where it crossed in front of her.

“And you are sure that it was your spell... or potion, or whatever it was?" Anrea asked anxiously while Taylor hugged over what he could of her front shoulder for support. Her clawed talons fiddling anxiously.

The old woman had been sipping her tea, but the gryphon woman had no patience for waiting any longer for her answers, looking on expectantly at the old lady. “Yes," Cecelia returned quietly, “I knew what had happened as soon as I'd got word of it, Mrs Zephren. I knew right away it was my fault once I checked my supplies.. It was never intended to go..." she motioned over Anrea's body in its outstretched length across from her, “…this way, you see. My assistant had given your parents the wrong dose by a dozen times over. I was half a world away by then, and couldn't get word to any of you. It was already too late by then and I'm afraid it's long since irreversible, my dear."

Anrea gave a long sigh of relief, which surprised the old witch some. “Oh, it's OK." she gave a thoughtful smile, having rather more felt like a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. “You know if you'd asked me a couple years ago to make things 'normal', I would have. Now though... now I don't think I would give up one inch. I've never been happier then just as I am right now." She looped her forelimb back around Taylor to return the hug he'd been giving her in relief. “My parents will be relieved to hear the truth about all of it, though. We'd always suspected what really happened, but could never find you to be sure."

Cecelia arched a brow as she looked between the two over her teacup, “Well I am glad to hear that you have settled into your life, at least. This all did save your life though, that's certain. You were on death's door when your parents brought you to me, and a little thing like you wouldn't have lasted." She set down her cup politely and looked up to the gryphon woman that towered over her, “Still though, I should have taken care of things myself, so I feel like I owe you a favor of some sort. You might be well and good now, but I know it's all been some trouble for you."

Anrea arched her shoulders, upper and lower both reflexively as she thought about her body behind her, “Honestly, that feels like so far in the past now." She thought a few more moments, “No, I honestly can't think of a thin..."

“I'd uh" Taylor interrupted quietly, “I'd... like to know what it feels like to 'fill'... uh... you know... my wife..." tripping over his words. Botching what he'd clearly been practicing in his head a few moments before he said it. It was almost just a whisper before he got it all out, his face beet red.

Anrea waved it off dismissively, even as she started to blush sympathetically with her husband, “Oh please dear. We've never had those problems. And I don't think that this lady could... “

Cecelia interrupted them both with a deep laugh, “Please please, if I couldn't handle that request, I'd have been out of business in a week." She shook her head in amusement and set down her porcelain cup politely. The old witch looked up and down the gryphon women intently, sizing up her expansive form. “Just, hmm, I think it may be a much bigger job than usual, is all. It might take me a little time to get it all together, but I do really think I owe you. Is that really all? Are you sure there is nothing else dear?"

Anrea kept her glance on Taylor a bit longer, who was feeling ridiculous enough now he could hardly make eye contact with either of the two women. She just chuckled and pulled him deeper into her hug. He nearly vanished into the feathers and scales as he sunk in. “Mmm, well, it could maybe be kind of fun once... or twice... or... every now and again." giggling almost girlishly under her breath. The giggles faded as her clawed fingers brushed along her lover's body as she looked over him thoughtfully. Her voice now lowered as well as she looked up to the old woman seated across from her, “Well, there is one other thing that has been on my mind a lot more lately, since we've been starting on the new house..."

Cecelia's knowing smirk turned into a warm, reminiscent smile as she stood up and crossed over to the imposing gryphon woman, patting against her other shoulder, “I know just what you are going to ask, dear. I'd be delighted."

Chapter 3

“Well you didn't have to laugh right in front of her" Taylor gave her shoulder a playful poke, cupping his forehead into his hands and shaking his head, “I felt like such a..."

Anrea's large forearm brushed him off, then hugged him back in firmly to her side in a gentle bit of roughhousing. “Oh please. I couldn't help it! It made me giggly. You know we've never had any 'problems' like that."

Taylor's palm slid off the front of his face his face after she let him go. He stood up to throw a few more logs into the large, newly installed potbelly stove across from the bed-mat they shared. They'd only just installed the heavy stove together as the weather started to cool. The old country barn had been cleaned, and tapestries hung on the walls and over the floor to keep the creeping chill of the approaching winter at bay. Though it had been their home for a few months now, it was otherwise barren save the tools and materials scattered in the far corner as their work shop for the half finished house outside. A few oil lanterns hung from the rafters to at least give the old barn a homely glow. “Well, I told you I wanted to get the house done before we did any of that, but, that didn't seem to quite happen, but I guess that's off until spring. And who know the old woman would get us everything so fast?"

“You have connections; your friends always can get us stuff fast. Particularly if they think they can get a favor out of it. Anyway, you aren't talking your way out of this. Don't think you hadn't got me curious as the hells about it all now. That box has been teasing me for weeks just sitting there."

“Well you could at least stop having the giggle-fits every time you bring it up. It makes me..."

The gryphon woman held up one of the clawed fingers of her forelegs to his lips to shussh him gently. She gave him a warm smile as she pulled a purple, silk covered box from the shelf not far from the bed, “Mmmm, c'mon dear, today is the day. This is a gift, and I know we're going to enjoy it."

Taylor's heart fluttered slightly he saw her lift out the box that they'd had hiding away these last few weeks. He was the one usually helping her get over some little embarrassment. To him, some people just needed to learn that some things about his wife were just how it was going to be. That's what she was, and that's all there was too it. This was just indulgence though, and he couldn't help but feel a little awkward about going through with it.

She pressed one of her big avian claws to his shoulders and started to knead comfortingly to start ease his mood. She almost cooed to him, “Relax dear, this first part is mine." Her voice and touch was enough to start to make him feel better and lean his weight against her claw. She smiled to him, pulling him in with her foreleg once he was feeling a bit more at ease. Getting him into position to let the smooth side of one of her long, dark claws side gently into the waist of his pants and against his bare skin within.

He sank deeper into that comfortable warmth of her muscle and feathers as her claws gently indulged him. It wasn't hard to get him worked up right now, even with her attention on the contents of that box just for now. He could only just hear the gentle clink of bottles and metal instruments before she closed the box back up and shuffled it away into a safe spot.

“So how does it work?" He looked upwards, but he couldn't hope to see what she was up to from down there beneath the rather substantially muscled bulk of her flight muscles or broad, furred shoulders.

“Don't worry, it's easy enough." The strong claw currently sharing his pants started to slide them downwards gently. Her other claw lifted off his shirt with rather expectational skill for scaled fingers that had almost the reach of his arms.

He slid his bare body back into her feathers and scales. Feeling her against his skin always far more welcome than the comparatively coarse fabric of his work clothes, grinding himself into her sturdy form.

She could feel his shaft, already at full attention as her lover pressed in intimately against the her lower body. Her upper body bent over enough where her human hands could lift under his chin and meet his lips with hers for a long, loving kiss. It was partly a distraction though, with his eyes turned away her free fore-claw moved in. Even as gentle as she was he could always feel the powerful weight and leverage of his lovers touch as her scaled digits pressed against his member. This claw though had a cool, smooth cream covering her fingertips as she used those claws to gently fondle his shaft. The cream warming intensely once it slid over his flesh. He couldn't help give a moan into her kiss, shivering and bucking his hips against her grasp. She broke the kiss slowly and started to knead his shoulders with her human hands while her claws kept up their more inanimate work below. “Sounds like step two is working. Now we wait a little." She turned her claws to start stroking along the underside of his member with the top of her index finger-claw. Though average perhaps for a human, its length still hardly stretched the width of one of those sturdy avian claws.

Slowly though, inch by inch he started to feel his member creep across those smooth, golden scales. It felt so much like becoming aroused, but arousal that just kept going as it grew in pulses, bobbing down slightly under its new weight. It soon stretched across two of her knuckles, an impressive size for any human, but it only seemed to be starting. Her other claw reached in under between his legs, pressing up along under his balls as they too swelled against the flat of her finger. The orbs drooping over their grasp as they were already fattening to the size of cantaloupe like ripening fruit, his shaft soon as thick as one of her fingers and almost as long.

Pleased by his progress, she shifted to settle onto her haunches, letting him lean back into the soft, golden fur of her belly. Her two large feline feet rested to either side of him while she used her position to get a better look at what she was feeling in her claws. Her eyes widened as she watched it swell out over her fingers. She turned her claw over to heft her husband's now considerable length in her palm as it stretched past nearly two foot in length. It would have stretched almost down to his ankles if he were standing. Now she was able to use her big clawed hands to fondle and explore its contours in the way she usually only could with her human hands, using a thumb to stroke under the domed tip. “My, she does some good work indeed, love. It's a good thing this wears off or I think you'd have some trouble walking! And for once it wouldn't be just me getting all of the stares," she giggled," though some of them good I think."

“Hrrmph, I can think of worse things to... oh..." He huffed, his train of thought interrupted as his wife so fully encompassed the bulk of his member, curling her fingers and squeezing it snugly into her big claws. He slid his own hands in under the base of his shaft but couldn't do anything to match the feeling of the gryphon's grasp. The texture of those smooth scales tickling along inch after inch of his member as it just kept growing, pushing her fingers apart even as she squeezed back against it. He reached his other hand out to grab one of the broad, furred toes next to him. Trying to brace himself and gain some leverage while he tried to buck nearly three heavy feet of his own shaft against the palms of the hands compassing its base.

“Easy there, love." she hummed softly as she fondled over the weight of her husband's member in her claws, its size stretching again, impressive now even for her. Though it took a little contortion, she found herself lean over far enough to reach his tip, even with him sitting below her. She pressed her cheek up against its big dome, giving it gentle kiss along its broad ridge.“Mmm, lovely. Now then, lets get you... “

Just before letting it go to reposition herself, she felt more strong throbs in her wide claw. Her fingers forced outwards again as that shaft suddenly gave several surprising and substantial surges in size. Growing up past her cheek forced her to back away. “Whoa... slow down there big guy I can't..." She tried to ease up her attentions to slow things down, but could only watch as her husband's member got so large it pushed apart his legs with its intense growth spurts. His balls thumped with audible mass to the pad and pushed back against her chest. “Nono, dear... slow down."

He squirmed in place as he watched his member lift upwards and upwards to a point even she could barely hold it in her claws. He couldn't help but find it erotic, even if he knew things were going to become undone if this kept up. “I... umph... I'm not doing anything. It's just, happening!" He leaned from is as he watched the thing stretch out to where he couldn't even wrap his arms around it. The warm flesh of his own balls pushed up against his back nearly up to his shoulders, out of sight behind him but felt intensely. It felt amazing, but he knew it had to stop.

Try as he might, it was out of his control.

She huffed with idle frustration, this had all been working her up too, but now she was struggling to keep in the mood. Her lover was literally getting out of hand! “This, this can't be right, love." She squeezed over his length, trying to convince herself they could try and go on. She'd felt this was something she really owed him, but a final, defiant surge in size made it hopeless. “Damn... love... I'm... it's..." her tone took on a twinge of remorse, “We've got to stop, this is too much."

He gawked as he watched, felt, the mass of his member as she set it down. The weight of the thing settled into to the bed-mat with a heavy thump he was more used to from his lover's weight making. His sac pressed up behind him firmly with that last wave of its growth. He could hardly compose himself for a few moments, almost like waking up from a fervor dream as he came to his senses, slowly. “Urrmph." he groaned with a genuine frustration, “Damn. Now what?" He looked down the length of his shaft, a monstrous eight feet in length, as wide as his hips and seeming to weigh a literal ton. His balls were literally pinning him back with their weight, feeling more like two boulders that made him wince with needful aching.

“Give me a second love... let me think about this." She said thoughtfully, starting to stand back up.

The smaller human's eyes widened, “Wait wait... you aren't going to..?" He couldn't help but feel a twinge helpless at the moment as she stepped away from him, leaving him pinned where he was. “Just... I don't know how long this is going…" He slumped back, the aches of need now hardly letting him even think, “This isn't what I had in mind at all.." he muttered with a sinking feeling of defeat. His wife was up to something though, but he couldn't tell just what.

“Shhh," she quieted him comfortingly, “I'm not going to let this go to waste, don't worry love." She smiled again to him as she lowered her body back down around him, resting back onto her haunches so she could cradle him up against her belly.

He heard a wooden snap, and he realized she'd been into the silk-covered box again, but it wasn't for something for him this time. “Oh... nono, that doesn't sound like you should... you can't mess with those things in ways they weren't intended!" his expression turning worried, hoping his partner wasn't planning something rash.

She squeezed him in snugly to her belly, half burring him into her stomach fur as one of her big fore claws hefted at the tip of his full, heavy member. Teasing at things now stretched fully beyond his reach own as her talons brushed along oversized tip, scales growing slick with the clear pre he'd been leaking by palm-fulls. “Mmmm, don't worry love." Her confidence returned now reassuringly, “Anything that happens should only last a… oh..."

He could feel her furred belly tense suddenly behind him. She arched up as a rumble grew from her chest. Another jolt through her muscles followed, but this time he watched those large paws resting to either side of him push out further against the bed-mat. “Are you OK. Love?"

She could feel it deep in her chest before the feeling spread outwards. It was no wonder, she thought to herself, he got worked up so easily. It felt amazing! The pad under her feeling like it was shifting, seeming to contract under her big rear and haunches as her lover sunk just a bit deeper into her belly fur. “No, this is definitely not going wrong, hrmmph." She arched her upper back as she watched the view of the barn around her change. She'd always had a high view of its wooden floors and timbers, but the rafters had been just out of her reach. Now she was just peeking up over the tops of them, even while sitting on her haunches with her husband.

It wasn't an unfamiliar view, her broad chest, puffed proudly up over him. He'd always found it sort of comforting to gaze up at the muscle under her wide, barrel chest beneath those feathers. Now he was watching it shift right in front of his eyes. Her expanse of golden fur and feathers was stretching out across his view like an unfolding sheet while her fur slowly rose up around him like field grass rapidly growing up around his head. Other effects started to become apparent quickly, the potion hadn't been made for her to take, and other things were starting to happen to her body as she grew. Her paws and their wide pads thickened a little faster, her strong arms and legs grew with even a little more muscle. Despite her size increasing around him it was actually starting to feel a bit more crowded there between her haunches as the strong gryphon woman became all the more sturdy. “L...love?"

His words went unanswered for just a moment, leaving him awkwardly listening to the ominous sounds of straining floorboards and creaking flesh as her muscle stretched out under her fur. “...Love?" He called out again worriedly.

“Oooh... I haven't forgotten about you my love. I just had to soak it in a second, mmph." She bit her lip slightly as her own arousal was quickly becoming a needful fire of its own. She had to duck down now to make room for herself inside the barn. Though the human part of her body could find space between the rafters, her wings were starting to crowd the ceiling and her broader, furred shoulders already pressed up to the rafter's bottom. Already approaching nearly half again her size, and it only seemed to just be starting. She pushed away some of the furniture at her feet, scattering it as her body was quickly outgrowing her own bed-mat. Her big leonine paws stepped off to either side before they crowded her husband with their expansion, settling onto the wooden floor. Her feet sunk into the floorboards, crunching them down into the ground, the ends of the planks ripping their nails from their neighbors as they were forced to curl upwards from weight they were never meant to carry.

Taylor felt her big fingers around his over-sized shaft, now already feeling like she could heft it properly again. Her touch made his length firm up fully again with her touch as she repositioned him to make proper use of her lover. She literally leaned him back to rest in the cleft of his huge balls, the weight of his body sinking back into his own sac.

There was a time that he had wondered if his wife had any more growing to do after her childhood, since nobody had ever been sure how she got so big to start with. Normally, she stood probably 8 foot tall at her lower shoulders, just out of his reach without a hand up. Her strong haunches were just wide enough that he could wrap his arms around it in sort of a wide hug. She'd even mention she'd find she'd gained an inch or two now and again, but he was sure he'd never be able to much notice if she did though. She already towered over him, and he could never reach all the way around her. It was watching her grow now he realized how wrong he was as she spread and shifted outwards and upwards above him. Her belly nearly filled his view, muscles rippled along under her fur in long, impressive waves. It wasn't though until she lifted her haunches above him he suddenly fully had to appropriate her size.

Now she was nearly twice her normal size and thicker than ever as he felt her outgrowing her bed-mat around him, with him still on it! Even just her rear couldn't fit fully onto the padded black circle, leaving her husband pressed into the curves of her impressive haunches as they flexed with stone-crushing power around him. Her wide tunnel gaping and wet with need above his head as it seemed to nearly yawn like the maw of a hungry monster. She lifted her haunches from directly over top of him, letting in a last cool breath of outside air before she pressed herself back down now onto his up-turned tip. As soon he felt those soft folds envelop his tip, the ache in his balls made his body clench, his shaft lurched upwards with a need not meant for mere humans.

“Oooh, just about there..." she groaned, her voice deeper now than ever. As big as she was he was only just starting to fit! The lamps and timbers rattled with her voice as she had to crouch lower .Her broad, feathered back pushed up against the beams above her. Even as she pushed down over the warm and familiar shaft behind her, her shoulders pushed upwards from her surging growth. The rafters were forced to bow upwards as the body of the gryphon woman outgrew the barn's dwindling open space. Long cracks ripping down the length of the once sturdy beams like snapping kindle wood. Furniture around her growing paws was carelessly shoved aside and crushed against the sides of her toes. Her powerful chest now even pressed to the barn's front gates as her tail was tickling against the back wall. The cracking timbers sent chunks and splinters of wood tumbling down over her body and onto the wrecked floor around her.

Taylor couldn't see any of this happening around him, not that neither of them much cared what was happening to the old barn around them anyway. Anrea was even starting to feel happy to see it go, puffing out her chest just to feel the cold, dingy barn crunch against her body. Her husband vanishing between her haunches as they swelled wider with size and muscle. The outer wall bowing ominously as her rear pressed relentlessly heavier against it.

The growing body of Taylor's wife blocked nearly all the barn's dim lantern light, but his every other sense was overwhelmed with her body, her warmth and heat that was surrounding him. The scent of her arousal filled each of his breaths. The sounds of her moans, her rumbles, her rapid pulse and the creaking of growing flesh filling his ears while the sounds of the crumbling barn was muffled into nothingness. There were only just enough slivers of light to watch his great manhood sink down fully into those hungry lips before he was enveloped into the darkness. Her furred settling with a notable trump back onto the bed-mat. He didn't need to see anymore, he could feel the warmth of his wife wrapped firmly around his member in a way he never had before, and it was as glorious as he'd hoped. His hips bucked, serving to wiggle his big shaft deep in her and helping work her up further. She started to buck her powerful hips back against him, grinding his whole body against the padded bed-mat

Boards and timbers were now starting to break and fall away over her shoulders as they rose, taking the once sturdy beams with it. Unlike the growth of her youth, her upper body was growing with her. Her human half was now strong and amazonian, though still not nearly to the degree her lower had become absolutely monstrous. Her feathered chest bursting the barn's doors off its hinges as her rear pushed apart of the seams of the wall behind her, though only her fur could be seen through the cracks now. The lanterns were knocked from their hooks and onto the floor, smothered harmlessly with the furniture beneath the growing bulk of her huge paws. “Oooh... gods... loooove..."

Her voice rattled him, but he could only hear the deep base of it as the rest was muffled by the feline haunches settled fully onto him. Her plush labia smothered and slid wetly over what felt like his whole body as she squeezed and ground her nethers against him. It was more than he could have imagined, even when he first shyly asked for it. The destruction outside too distant past all that solid gryphon body to even be heard, like it were on a whole other planet than him. All he could see and feel was the depths of his love, and he was filling it for the first time.

She could always feel when it was going to happen, the tell-tale throbs of his shaft as it was about to spill into her against her lips, but now she felt it deep. His shaft thickening inside of her, the bulge on it's underside fattening before there was warmth spilling into her. This time though, her lover could spill his essence into her furthest recesses. The warm, thick seed of his passions sloshed noticeably inside as she could feel it creeping in deep. She swore she could feel her belly bulge a little with the volume of her husband's lust. She loved the feelings he'd always given her, but it was a new, deep warmth that pushed her far over the edge.

Outside the barn the creeks and cracks of the barn grew louder, the wooden walls and roof bowing and bulging strangely before, punctuated with a deep roar, a huge beast of fur and feathers burst free from it's confines. Planks and timbers snapped and cracked like matchsticks, scattering across the thick grass like it had been hit with cannons. Anrea's massive wings spread wide as they flared with her climax that only seemed to fuel her growth. Her wings stretched so large with her body now that they seemed to cast the whole clearing into their shadow in the moonlight night, dwarfing the half-finished frames of their own house under a vast sky of feathers. Taylor's growth had stopped but hers surged powerfully for several more moments. The remains of the barn lost under her paws, while her lustful roars echoed off the mountains around her.

Below her Taylor just heard the rumble, felt the stretch and the press of more and more soft, wet flesh over him. Soon becoming lost inside its moist expanse as it gaped out and over his whole body. Every inch of him embraced into the pulsing, wet warmth of his lover. Even in her passions she could feel her cradling him into that inner muscle just as gently as he'd been held in her arms.

For now, he couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be.

Chapter 4

“Well, at least we didn't have to clean up what was left of the barn. I think anything you didn't shatter you stomped about six feet deep in the ground." Taylor spoke quietly, not wanting to tip anyone off to his presence. His clothes from the night before just one of the things he figured he had no chance of ever finding again. It was too cold that morning to stay behind without anything to wear, so, he was left with letting his wife try to sneak him into town like he were some nude contraband. Laying flat on his belly and tucked between her wings, he hoped nobody from any taller buildings were looking down where he could be seen. It was still somewhat comforting though, as could feel the muscles rise and fall under him as the bones shifted backwards and forwards rhythmically with her steady walk.

Anrea smirked slightly, “At least you have someplace to hide. You aren't the one that has to wear a sheet for..." She quieted herself suddenly as she saw one of her neighbors down the road the other way. Keeping quiet as she made her way across cobblestone beneath her paws. She continued once it was clear again, a little more quietly,. “And we did manage to find Cecelia's box with the antidotes unscathed, along with the rest of the doses, I might add."

Taylor looked up at her from shoulder curiously, “You... you really would do that again then?" he blushed a little, just thinking about the night before.

Her smirk turned into a little grin, “I don't think you know how much I had to convince myself to take the antidote once we'd found it."

Taylor chortled, not sure how serious she was being, “Just live up on the hill like some sorta dragon hmm?"

“Now that would be fun..."

While he knew she was joking, he couldn't help but sense just a little bit of sincerity somewhere in her voice. He had to take another quick duck into her feathers as he spotted someone else on the road again. Only poking partway out once it was clear again, “Gods, you were like three hundred feet tall! I didn't even come up past your toes!"

She wiggled her little leonine paws below as she walked, “And they were still just as cute as they are now." She gave a slightly wistful, but relived sigh, “But first, my love, we have other priorities." She stopped as they came to their front gate of her cottage. She gave him a lift down once she saw they were in the clear, “See, I told you nobody would see."

“Hmm, yeah..." He turned back to her behind him, pressing his hand palm to the bottom of her wide belly, brushing his fingers thoughtfully through her fur beneath its curve. “Do you think... the other potion worked then?"

She opened the wide wooden door in front of her, letting her nude lover in first. “My dear, if your little performance last night didn't give us a whole pride... well, I'd be pretty damn surprised."

He shuffled his way in, heading first to the hearth to start stacking in some timber, “For one, I don't think it works that way. And two, well, you are a lot easier to hug this way! And three... I'm pretty sure I couldn't exactly get along carrying something like that all the time. What, would I use a wheelbarrow?"

“No," she singsonged back to him, “but it's not like I'd turn down giving it another try-y." Her wide form still standing in the doorway.

“Hrrmph" he reddened a little, “Well, it looks like we're going to be in town again until we can finish the house enough to stay up there, though."

“I can't imagine someone didn't see that last night. We can count on a few more stares then usual I think." She shrugged without much concern before gently ducked in under the door. Her stride inwards shortly interrupted as the loud crunch of wood snapping apart filled the air. Taylor's eyes shot over while the gryphon woman just froze, looking startled, but also suspiciously bemused.

Taylor's palm went to his head as he watched her pull her body through by brute force. Her wide hips several inches past the door's capacity, bending the door's outer frame outwards over her bulk as she pulled it through. He laughed, “Mmhmm…You took all of that antidote, right?"

She could only give him a playful half smile, its coyness not seeming to convey any sense of remorse at all. He already knew the answer anyway.

“Right, well, that's probably my first priority the, um, after pants anyway." He finished starting a small fire on the hearth before standing and stepping up to the large gryphon woman's front. “What's left of my tools is also probably buried about six feet deep up there, so I guess I'll be buying some new tools today as well." He walked around and alongside her flank, sizing her up again, “Then as for you… you... I will deal with later." He winked, giving a little pinch to her thick haunches before heading to his wardrobe.

“You be careful with your threats, love, or I'll make sure neither of us get the antidote next time. Then I'll have you right where I want you." She flashed him a look with a playful deviousness.

He hid his face away into the wardrobe doors as he reddened again deeply at the thought. Only peeking out again once he regained his composure. He watched huge form of his wife picking up the remaining pieces of the door frame as he dressed. She hadn't even batted an eye as she crushed the heavy timbers. He thought, it wasn't long ago that he had seen the adventures of the days of his youth behind him. Now seems, things are only getting more interesting by the day.