Avylin: *Returns, slips close, and mantles her wings around your middle, nestling in nice and warmly.* I'm baaa-aaaack.

* Echoen meeps, turning hir head away from the computer. Shi had been sitting sideways on hir chair, legs folded up, but shi extends them back to the floor as your wings tuck around hir. "Awww." Shi comments, flicking hir screen off, reaching down to pet your back.

Avylin: She smiles up at you. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

* Echoen smiles down at you, touching nosetips. "Nothin' at all." Shi says, Flander-esque.

* Avylin tests.

* Avylin oh hos! And basks with you in purpleness as she nuzzles back at you. "Good!"

* Echoen looks at you quisically, then shi earperks. Aha! Shi sees what you did there. For hir it's a light blue. Shi gives your lips a sweet kiss, pressing different-colored batty muzzles together. Shi takes hir time to admire your body.

* Avylin strikes something of a pose, one hand on a hip, body twisted, eyelids fluttering at you from askance. "I suppose we never really sufficiently answered the question of -what I look like.-"

* Echoen leans back in hir swivvel chair, folding hir paws on hir tummy while shi gives you the full rundown with hir eyes, and quiet 'pings' of batty sonar, just to check you out in even more detail. Hir lips barely move with each pip. "I think I'm going to like what I find, no matter what." Shi smiles, quite interested in having you show hir what's what.

* Avylin slips to her feet with a grin, twirling about once and then facing you, wings mantled about herself like a cloak. Being a fruit bat, she doesn't have much in the way of sonar herself, though her big ears flick a bit at the curious sounds. "Well, that's just it! I'm not entirely sure, myself. There is, of course, basic white-and-black bat." She withdraws one wing partway, revealing the curves of her hip and leg.

* Echoen 's eyebrows perk, lifting up as shi takes in everything you show hir. Albiet, it's not much, since the details are slightly hazy... but shi does have some old images of you, and shi does very much like what shi sees. Then again... shi's just as interested in seeing what's changed, or how they might be changing right before hir eyes. "The whiteness mixed with your curves.... it fits. Very well." Hir loins stir, and shi folds hir legs to be polite. "And what curves they are."

* Avylin chuckles quietly, running her long tongue along her foxy muzzle. She is wearing the traditional white bat appearance, so she looks like she does in the pictures, although sans tail. "But of course, all details are subject to change."

* Echoen rrrrs quietly, nodding in agreement. "And all of a subject's details are changeable." Shi winks, drawing in a deep breath, inhaling your scent. Shi likes your fuzzy muzzle, and that tongue, quite a lot. You can see hir cock peeking out along hir crossed thigh, glistening at the tip.

* Avylin glances down briefly, noticing that glistening tip, and looks back up with a toothy grin. "That too," she purrs, slipping close once more. She keeps the one wing tucked around herself as she reaches out for the other, tries to catch one of your hands, and pull you to your feet. "This makes a nice baseline. I'm always open to requests, though!

* Echoen moves like water - a lot of water, since shi's pretty large - but hir paw places itself in your grasp, and shi uses you to stand. Shi doesn't know how tall or short you are, but the delightful sight of your frame has hir mostly rigid cock most likely pressing to your belly. "I'm conflicted, then..." Shi churrls, lifting hir free paw to caress your cheek. "On one paw, I adore large and fruitful bodies, with curves and equipment in abundance, even in excess. On the other... the less you have to start with, the more fun it is to give it more.:

* Avylin is a bit shorter- at six feet tall, she only manages to match your height with the help of her tall ears. Still holding your hand, she pulls you close, before letting go and mantling her armwings about your hips, leaning in. That arousal of yours is tucked nicely along the fur of her front; she doesn't seem to mind. "Oh yeah, you do have a thing for partners growing big and plush all over you, don't you?"

* Echoen is certainly impressed and pleased with your height, but you get the impression that shi would have adored you even down to half that size, or more, if you felt it suited you. As you tuck yourself against hir, shi breathes in deeply, enjoying your sweet smell and warm presence. Paying no attention to hir stiff shaft snuggled between our tummies, shi leans back, hugging with one of hir own wings. "You do too, if I remember right." Shi smirks, revealing one svelte fang.

* Avylin chuckles quietly. "Oh, perhaps. I admit I like the idea of situational heaviness." Leaning her head up, she noses about your collar and throat, then higher to give the bottom of your chin a smooch. "Mmm. But I like all kinds of changes, I'm predictable like that." You feel a touch of warmth near the base of your member- one that soon creeps upward, soft at first but increasingly firm, as her own shaft slides up alongside your own, nestled between soft-furred tummies.

* Echoen leans hirself forward just a touch, lifting hir chin, and letting hir eyes close as your small muzzle, hir favorite kind, presses and kisses sweetly to hir silky-fluffy throat and neck, also hir favorite place to do this. Hir wing smoothly strokes your back, from shoulders to tailbase, wingpaw admiring. Gently, shi rocks with you, as if to some unheard music, enjoying the touch of erections, letting them snuggle together between our pressing tummies. Hir own grows stiffer because of it.

* Avylin 's muzzle isn't TOO small! It's rather long and foxy, actually. Maybe not your favorite, but still good at nuzzling about as it runs from one side of your jaw to the other, over your throat. She catches your rocking motion before too long and begins to follow with, adding just enough of a twist of her hips to rub her shaft to yours in a subtle naughty nuzzle. "This isn't too low-key for you, is it?" she muses, hands beginning to lazily swirl through the fur of the small of your back.

* Echoen certainly has no complaints. Shi wasn't thinking... oh, nevermind. Shi's simply in pure delight at its size, shape, complexion, feel, and actions. "Mmm. Not at all. Intensly arousing." Shi murmurs, more quietly, hir muscles relaxing slightly as you lay about hir back with touches. Those subtle twists deepen hir breathing, hir chest pushing to yours for lack of space. Nipples lazily kiss and joust, aerola mingling.

* Avylin 's hands slide a bit higher, stroking along your back; the position draws her upper body close to yours, squishing her bosom against your own for a moment, before her hands stroke back downward and relax her grip. She smiles as she rubs her muzzle alongside yours- from a higher angle than before. Is she a bit tallern than she was before? Her bits sure seem to match up more evenly with yours, making it easier to joust cocks and rub nipple to nipple. "Excellent." She licks her lips. "So you like plush partners... anything else I should be aware of? I mean, anyhting new that I might not be aware of already."

* Echoen dips hir muzzle down slightly, letting them angle along each other, noses and cheeks, jaws and lips touching together with the forwards-backwards sawing motions that is a part of nuzzling. Hir bosom pillows out with yours, lush and full, not too solid, with the right amount of heft and gravity. If you're taller, shi hasn't noticed yet, hir hands settling upon your hips and waist admiringly. "Yes, actually, though they are by no means things I would demand of you." Shi kisses warmly, for a long moment letting our jaws scissor together, tongues sweetly playing. "I like nearly everything but for blood and gore, though if the scene gets heavy, I can jump into it. Mmm." Shi licks your lips. "Thanks to... others, I've found that I quite like excessive farting, mind control, gas infection, infection of all kinds, forced growth that results in excessive pissing, shitting, vomiting... and TF and growth that results from all of these. To name a few new things, hopefully I haven't squicked you." 

* Avylin savors the kiss while it lasts, and licks her lips afterwards. She does seem to be the same height afterwards- though you may not notice. Nothing else seems to have changed, and she doesn't get any taller. She leans in against you as she listens, adjusting her hold so that one wing loops behind your shoulders as best she can while the other remains around your middle. "Ahhh, that. Yes, I gathered much of that from stuff you've written before." She grins. "And no, you haven't squicked me, though I'm not quite as enthuastic for that stuff as you. Still, I like some of it in the proper context..."

* Echoen certainly notices that shi doesn't have to dip hir muzzle down to look at you anymore, and hir body stiffens - pressing hir cock firmly against your silky white belly, hir thighs and rump muscles flexing as shi enjoys the sensation of your plushness and the thought of your growth. Shi settles back, then, leaving your belly a little wet from pre, but at least shi staved off a premature ejaculation. "Like what?' Shi whispers against your cheek, licking gently, both of hir arms and both of hir wings sealing around you to hug and hold, press and squeeze. "What do you like?"

* Avylin grins sideways to you as you nose about her cheek, content to relax in your grip for the moment. The grinding of her hips has abated, but the closeness of the position and- ahem- the size of the endowments in question ensures her strawberry pink cock remains tucked warmly alongside your own. "Rrr," she says, wiggling slightly, a hint of a blush showing beneath the white fur of her cheeks. "Scat and watersports, particularly in excess." She leans her head back to grin at you. "As an expression of excess, of exhibitionism, a lack of inhibition. At the same time I don't like it as a... filthy, dirty thing. I prefer to think of it as something... natural, if that makes any sense."

* Echoen shivvers some as you speak, drinking in your words - shi certainly wasn't excpecting those words, but a certain delight thrills through hir body. Shi muses, eyes and expression thoughtful. "What about gas? Blowing great loads of musky air, loudly, perhaps even inducing growth, change, and swelling in others who smell it....?" Shi seems thouroughly delighted by what you say, but is content to remain standing, snuggling, pressing close, our sacs now of equal size and height to press together.

* Avylin hmmms, then smiles a bit ruefully. "Afraid not so much. I mean, the growth, change, swelling part- that sounds fine! But, eh- the actual smell-" She wrinkles up her nose. "That sort of turns me off a bit. Sorry." She ruffles the fur along your hips a bit, offering a sheepish sort of grin. "But hey! There's always that other stuff, eh?"

* Echoen chrrrls, nodding richly, giving your hips a firm squeeze that causes our bosoms to pillow together once more. "Want to know something strange? I don't like the smell either. I don't actually say or RP it, but... I kind of pretend it's kind of musty, musky, fruity thing. Something mild... like strawberries. I probably should start mentioning that." Shi giggles, and steals a quick kiss from you.

* Avylin laughs softly, and wiggles her hips as she settles back in, squeezing around your middle, tightening that hold once more. "Oh, well! If it smelled different, I suppose that could be fun. In fact, I rather like the idea of it being sweet and fruity." She licks her lips. "It's silly, but hey, I already -taste- sweet..."

* Echoen giggles quietly, nodding. "Indeed, you do." Shi savors your saliva on hir tongue. After a moment more of rocking together, snuggling, and touching each others bodies, shi pulls away, wriggling out of your grasp. A few strings of sticky pre cling from hir belly to your cock tip, and hirs to yours alike. "But there were two things that I blame you completely for, that I hold dear to this day." Shi grins, slowly sinking down to hir knees in front of you. Shi lifts hir paws, leaning forward until hir muzzle is pressed to the tip of your strawberry pink cock, and each of your testes is weighed in hir palms. "Giving a throat-filling blowjobs, and I'll let you guess the other one..." Shi grins up at you, hir tongue escaping hir lips, noosing snugly around your cockhead.

* Avylin 's wings waggle a bit as you withdraw, flexing at her sides before she folds them; she watches you with a quizzical expression, but soon adopts an 'ooh' expression, lips pursed as she sees where you're going. Her big toes knead at the floor, and her hips shift about in such a way that her lingering strawberry erection bobs about before her with the movement, a little dribble of pre inching down its underside. "Nnn..." she murmurs, stifling a shiver as you embrace her crown with your tongue. "Goodness, I have no idea."

* Echoen 's batty nosetip is pressed to your glans, glistening as you pre leaks over it. Shi doesn't inhale it, but shi does sweetly sniff at it, drinking in your musk and pheremones. Every little quivver from your hips and thighs delight hir. Shi settles hir wings not on hir back, but around your knees, wingpaws stroking up and down the sides of your thighs slowly. "I can name so many things I like now..." Shi murmurs, hir voice vibrating against your cock. Why wont shi just suck it already? "...but you got me hooked on multiple balls." Hir fingers gently squeeze your full sac, hir paws warm. Unusally warm... filling your testes with a subtle, but strong flow of magic.

* Avylin continues to gently squirm, hips wiggling, wings quivering, as if unsure whether to relax or flex and flap at her sides- a tension that only continues to build as you linger at the crown of her cock, teasing her with your tongue and your breath and your sweet words. "Hmmm...?" she murmurs in response, before blinking her eyes and stifling a groan as you seize her white-furred sac. She's especially sensitive there- and her hips jerk involuntarily, pressing forward in a short, sharp movement, a spurt of pre escaping her tip to splash over your muzzle if you're not quick. Her tongue lolls afterwards, and though she relaxes somewhat, she remains tense before you, watchng you with a grin. "Oh, you don't say...."

* Echoen opens hir muzzle as you press your hips forward, hir large ears perked, drinking in the sound of your groans, delighted to hear you enjoy yourself - your shaft pressing against hir nose, then being tugged down by hir tongue, giving a squeeze to your crown as shi aims you within hir muzzle. Shi doesn't close down just yet, letting the trap slowly fold around your member, lips fluttering, your pre lancing about hir teeth and tongue. Closing hir lips fully, looking up at you, shi nods hir head and smiles around your shaft.... beginning to sink slowly, lovingly down your long pink length. Hir fingers knead and roll your sac in hir palms, pressing them, gently squeezing them, filling them with magic. They grow heavy with seed, they feel good to simply exist. Small runes begin to appear on your silky white sac.

* Avylin 's flexing wings shift forward, hands finally settling- atop your head, so they can pet back through its fur, between your ears. She peers downward between her armwings and past breasts hefted by their fold, watching as best she can through eyes struggling to squint shut against the pleasure as you take her pink member in, one inch at a time. "Mmnff-" she manages to stammer, but doesn't get much more out than that, instead letting her pent up breath out in a long, slow sigh. Soon her eyes are shut and her head is lolling back, and her hips shift forward gently, rolling so the crown of her cock nuzzles along the roof of your mouth, working with its forwad sink. She doesn't seem to notice the runes- but judging by the quiver in her body, she certainly feels that magical warmth, and likes what she feels.

* Echoen rolls hir neck along with your hips, sliding your shaft not just back and forth in hir wet and warm maw, but allowing it to push and thrust inside the coils of hir hot, slick tongue. It squeezes your shaft, candystriping down along its full length, the tip of hir tongue wriggling into your sheath to taste you there, lick you fur. Shi gulps throatily, mouthing at your shaft, hir palms firmly squeezing your sac - letting you feel hir grip them fairly tightly, accentuating the sensation of how they throb... and grow. Each pulse sending a plumping surge through your sac, each orb gurgling with seed and becoming even more loaded, filling hir palms and pressing against hir fingers. The runes enlarge, soaking up magic from the surroundings, your testes becoming the size of softballs rather quickly. They ache wonderfully, your sac sweating a rich musk, becoming slick-furred. The bat diligently suckles upon your cock now, gulping firmly, filling hir throat with your flesh and bobbing hir head back and forth counter-time with your thrusting.

* Avylin 's hands move again- withdrawing as her wings do, in fact, give in to their urges and flap at her sides. It's just a short, quick flap- not enough to lift her upward, but it does kick up a musky sort of breeze that swirls to a halt as her wings relax and quiver at her sides once more. Her mouth hangs open as she pants in short, excited puffs... every exhalation carrying a soft moan, each one a bit louder, a bit more strenuous than the last. It would seem your muzzle-and-tongue technique is having quite the effect, as she's unable to help but press forward once more, shakey and irregular at first, but soon thrusting at a predictable, eager rhythm. At the height of each push, another burst of sweet, slick pre escapes her cocktip, splashing against the entrance of your throat, filling your muzzle with her sweet taste in time. The ongoing attention to her changing, swelling sac continues to go unaddressed- though as her ears flick and squirm and one eye peeks open, it seems she's starting to get rather curious, even amidst all the pleasure.

* Echoen 's fur is ruffled by the breeze you kick up, the big bat giggling as shi gulps around your cock, flattening hir ears, closing hir eyes, and smiling richly around your shaft shi so diligently guzzles at. Hir own wings, configured differently, remain at your calves and thighs, rubbing up and down, kneading muscles where appropriate. Shi lifts your massive orbs - grapefruits now - and presses hir muzzle firmly against your sheath, completely swallowing your cock, letting it rest inside of hir gullet and throb there. Hir teeth graze your sheath, hir lips firmly grasping it so you can't pull back. Hir tongue is the most helpful, making your cock feel trapped somewhere tight, warm, squeezing. As shi lifts your balls, a huge weight is added to your sac - like the dropping of cannonballs, filling your sac to the brim with flesh and seed, a second pair of girthy testicles lands in your sac. You feel how they ache, loaded with cum, you're producing too much. The bat stops filling you with magic, then... but the runes glow, soaking up magic anyway, continuing small, slow alterations. The bat angles hir muzzle upwards - pressing hir chin to your slick and huge fore-balls, pushing up with hir paws to rub them against hir throat and chin, moaning at their feel and musk.

* Avylin 's building moans briefly give way to whimpers- the fruit bat responding rather anxiously, it would seem, to that building ache in her swelling and double-stuffed sac. It doesn't help that you keep her so wonderfully bound with your muzzle and tongue, though- and she leans forward gently, body arched, butt pushing backwards, wings half-spread at her sides to help maintain her balance. Every so often her hips quiver and jerk, as obviously instinct demands she draw back and thrust once more even as your teeth and the snug grip of your mouth keep her bound in place... while the delectable suckling that ensues drives her all but completely wild, so that the pre is soon spurting from her tip in an unending stream, one surge after another. Especially as her sac is filled and filled some more, she's proving quite the messy one in her arousal.

* Echoen guzzles down your precum, savoring its slick slipperiness, its flavor, and how much of it there is! Shi releases your fore-balls from hir squeezing, massaging fingers, letting you feel the pleasure of their increadible weight, pulling down at you, but not as much as you might think - they instead bounce on top of the bat's big brown breasts, hir tits acting like a shelf for them. They jiggle up and down as shi sucks harder, drinks deeper, and really works your cock inside of hir throat. Hir paws now free, shi reaches up... grasping your quivvering, twitching hips, holding them firmly in hir paws. With a firm grunt of exertion, massive runes are formed in your fur and flesh there, much larger than the ones on your sac. You feel delightful pressure building, swelling, adding onto your hips and bottom, your bones sllooowwly starting to widen there, flesh adding and expanding. Shi squeezes and massages your growing hips, moaning around your dick, almost choking on it - you peek your eyes open in time to see little runes forming, glowing, on your cock, able to see it lengthen down hir throat.

* Avylin maintains that tense, arched posture, though it grows a bit more tight, a bit more arched along the way- feet splaying a bit, shifting to a wider stance, helping to keep her upright as her head swims and her legs threaten to give out from under her, all of her focus seeming to go into the delightful attention you continue to lavish upon her member. But the shift in weight that accompanies the swelling of her hips brings a bit of her attention back to the present- and blinking her eyes quickly, as if struggling to see through a haze, she twists gently and peers down at herself, giving her growing backside a curious little waggle. Whatever she sees seems to meet with her approval, for as she sits up straight once more, it's with a soft chuckle in between the breathy pants and moans. Her heftier hips push forward, all of that increased weight pillowing against the front of your muzzle as her sheath nestles in, while she squirms about and shudders, not yet realizing that the pleasurable slide of cockflesh against your throat is because her length is actually increasing.

* Echoen is careful not to actually choke on your long, smooth, pink cock, but the presence and threat of it delights hir to no end - hir pre spits out eagerly, landing on your toes in messy spurts. Shi can't get enough of how alluring you are, massaging and pressing at your hips, your belly, your thighs, your ass, letting hir fingers sink into the increasingly plush fur and flesh, giving hir just so much to enjoy. Hir own willpower is weakening - simply from how lustful shi is for your body, your sensational self. Your cock is reaching half again as long as it was before, drilled deep into hir gulley, splashing into hir belly. Shi reaches underneath you, breathing deeply, fingers working behind your cantaloup-sized balls, fingertips pressing to your sex and labia. Hir claws trace tiny, tiny runes on either side of your petals - your sex beginning to swell as well, plumping perfectly, becoming wetter, juicier, more mature, and unloading huge amounts of scent into the air. Shi breathes more rapidly through hir nose, eyes clenched shut. SHi just can't stop hirself... shi lifts hir paws, touching hir claws under your armpits. Shi draws two sigils, simple designs, but much more powerful. THey suck in magic the moment they are formed... new arms steadily pushing from your sides, wings just like your upper pair.

* Avylin seems to be growing a bit stiffer, her movements shorter and more tight- it would seem that, with every change and addition, the fruit bat is growing all but completely overwhelmed. Her hips twist, pushing back into your hands as they linger there, luxuriating in how soft your touch feels against her plush backside... before she shivers and nestles forward once more, the magic not only making her cock swell, but making its sensitivity grow in proportion. In the meantime, her thighs are grinding together around her swollen, more sensitive folds, quivering newly eager for attention- while the formation of a second pair of armwings sends a shudder down the length of her spine, those new wings flapping as they take shape, joining the first pair, and soon kicking up even more of a breeze than before. She's gasping breathlessly in between heady moans of delirious delight, and though the words she struggles to stammer are impossible to discern, their intent is clear- the fruit bat isn't going to last much longer at this rate.

* Echoen closes hir throat around your cock, nearly closing off hir airway, hir eyes rolling inside of hir head with the satisfaction of it - the potent musk assailing hir senses, the flavor, the warmth, the feel, the amount of prefluids pouring into hir belly, swelling it out with the volume of it. Shi wraps hir arms tightly around your waist, pressing the top of hir head to your tummy, ears tucked against it. Shi squeezes your waist, kneads your plump bottom, and sucks as firmly as shi can on your cock, feeling your load build and come closer. Hir wings hug around your thighs, letting you discover - the thickness of your hips must be two feet or more! Your thighs are spaced apart nearly a foot, the entire space filled up with your sac, sheath and cock, and pussy behind. Your sensative, massively muscled, yet so shapely thighs are nearly fourteen inches each at their thickest. Hir wings hug them tightly. Your upper body looks out of proportion to your lower frame, and your two foot cock is fitting. The now smaller bat tenses, ready to climax, awaiting yours.

* Avylin notices this change in proportion, this redistribution of weight- but the sudden bottom-heaviness is something to worry about another time, for all the attention still being lavished upon her strawberry shaft is carrying her perilously close to release. Her eyes clench shut once more as her head lolls atop her shoulders; she's having a tough time telling which way is up, and if you didn't have your arms and wings on her, she'd likely topple over in spooging bliss. But she stays upright- still tense, still quivering- as her breath grows shorter, catching in her throat, and her wings tighten and hold still and unmoving at her sides. A half of a heartbeat passes before a powerful shock of a squirm works its way through her body, from the tips of her ears, down the length of all four wings, through her curvy, jiggling ass and down tot he tips of her toes, reverberating up through her body, a physical manifestation of the stunning sensations that surge through her body. The sudden burst of sticky, fertile batty seeed that erupts from her cocktip feels like a high-pressure hose suddenly being released; there's no hope not to swallow that first powerful gush, and it'll be tricky indeed to stave off each subsequent surge of cream as it spills forth in an uninterrupted tide.

* Echoen feels you cum..  and hir body jerks with it, eyes going wide with the sheer volume of it all, hir belly sloshing loudly as you erupt inside of hir throat! Shi groans hard, wrigling, your bloated cock filling with cum, trapping you in hir throat, so as shi writhes and tries to pull back... shi can't. And that excites hir even more, the fear of you unloading every droplet of seed inside of hir tummy causing hir to clench. When your body spasms so hard and bursts into climax... shi twitches hard and is forced into hir own orgasm, thick ropes of batty cum blorting out of hir prick to land on your thighs and balls, clinging to your fur. All of those runes on your body glow brightly as you climax, ceasing their intake of magic, letting you ride out your climax to its end. However... they bode much worse for the bat who placed them there. The runes all over your body begin to 'crawl' through your fur, moving upwards... merging when they meet, becoming different shapes... until, at last, it becomes a single brand upon your forhead. All this happens before the second discharge of your hot cum. The purpose of this becomes clear instantly, when you shoot your second blast - the brown bat sucks in your seed, belly filling out even more, but then shrinking as shi rapidly mutates according to your desire. Shi mutates, grows, or changes again with every load of cum.

* Avylin doesn't seem to notice just yet, too enthralled by her expertly-elicited orgasm to realize that every sticky surge of enchanted seed that bursts from her shaft is having quite the effect on you. And quite the effects indeed! The growing well of cum inside your tummy practically burns with potential, your body feeling hot as the seed is absorbed, your skin crawling as though it could hardly contain you. And that does seem to be the case in short order- moments after that first gush is drawn in, you feel a burst of growth- the fur of your shoulders pushing upward, swelling outward, growing rapidly into what appears to be two new heads to either side of your first, taking full shape within moments. The second surge of seed causes a similar explosion of growth behind your hips- heavy at first, a sudden swelling that only starts to feel balanced as two new legs push outward, your body suddenly growing into that of a 'taur. Even before you can find your new footing, the third surge of seed causes both your front sheath AND the new one growing in between your now hind legs to swell, practically bursting as another half-dozen cocks splay from each one. By now it's hard to tell when one surge ends and the next begins- and the changes seem constant and unending as well. With another burst of growth a second 'taur body surges out behind the first; at the same time your whole figure is stretching out, growing longer, more flexible, batty features rounding out, beginning to resemble those of a ferret. At the same time, thick, curled horns grow in atop your middle head- while halfway down your back, a pair of feathered wings push out of your sides and take shape. It seems the changes are chaotic, wild, following some mysterious whim- and are very nearly to the surprise of the white bat still in the grasp of your central mouth, as she blinks her eyes open and all but yelps with surprise at the sight of your warping body.

* Echoen 's two new heads cry out, screaming in abject womanly pleasure, breathing in deep lungfulls and pressing their faces to your belly and sheath. Three heads to experince all this pleasure, all this mutation... hir middle head choking and gagging on cock and cum, hir seed blasting firmly each time! And then there's more as shi surges out into a taur, hir spine cricking as it stretchese.... then erupts again! New cocks swell forth, new balls drop dow and bloat with need. Shi surges against you, bucking, writhing ferretlike, crying out, knocking you over... sucking harder, for more. More!

* Avylin actually DOES yelp as she's bowled over- good thing she has all that cushioning on her ass, as it's put to good use as she drops back onto it. Still in the throes of orgasm, she hardly notices, somehow stabilizing herself with her legs and foursome of wings, but otherwise remaining tight, quivering, unable to stop but keep surrendering surge after surge of sweet batty cream to your hungry middle muzzle. The sight of your changing, swelling, growing before her is surreal, dream-like, and she's starting to wonder if she passed out amidst the blowjob, all the while unable to take her bleary eyes off of you. Your back continually stretches out at this point- new 'taur bodies growing backward in a smooth and endless series rather than punctuated bursts, while new legs grow between existing pairs, so that it's hard to tell where one body ends and the next begins, your body more of a winged bat-ferret-centipede at this point. Between each pair of legs a thick sheath grows, and from each sheath a host of dripping cocks push, soon joining the rest in the climax that has overtaken you as well. Your first pair of hips is beginning to thicken as well, as does the next pair of legs behind it- until you feel it branching out, as two new trains of 'taur bodies begin to grow outward, outpaced by your middlemost but soon beginning to lengthen and grow heavy with legs and sheaths and heavy sacs as well. Every so often the fur atop your lengthening backs pushes upward- beginning to grow into a new torso, much like the one at the front of your multi-branching body, even down to the multiple heads and paired arms and wings both. But here and there, differences begin to emerge- as another head grows atop one torso, or a second pair of breasts emerge on another, or the plush pink nipples that crown the bosom of a third thicken and jut into plump, phallic shapes. By now the white bat before you has let her head loll back once more, her eyes squeezed shut once again; she may very well pass out if this magically-suspended climax doesn't abate soon.

* Echoen flumps atop of you, sucking, moaning, quivvering, draining you... and endlessly growing, splitting, branching out and climaxing. Your four huge nuts are not endless, and eventually shi drinks you dry... neary passing out hirself in the pleasure of doing so. Shi hugs you tightly, always moaning, hir growth unstopping...

* Avylin does end up passing out- though whether that's before or after her climax ends isn't clear. She doesn't stay down for long, but she wears a blissful smile while she does- and she's in for quite a pleasant surprise when she wakes back up to find herself surrounded in the fashion in which you're capable of surrounding her now. But that, as they say, is a tale for another time!