Doggy Treat [TF, Hyper Cumshot, Cum from Mouth/Nose]

Lillian Ashton: You bet~  I'd drink your spit if you wanted me to~

 

Lillian Ashton: ...Do you want me to?  I'll totally do it~

 

Reis: Ehe~ You wouldn't have a choice at this point, right? Jump~

 

Lillian Ashton opens her mouth to retort, but just yelps when she finds her legs carrying her up into the air!

 

 Reis lets out a gentle coo and smiles, moving in close to her as she lands and coiling his arms around her, one hand rising to slowly graze against her cheek, another stroking her hair. "Good girl.. Lean your head back and open your mouth wide for me, ok?~"

 

 Lillian Ashton blushes, a wide, manic grin spreading across her face.  "Yes sir~" she purrs, closing her eyes, tilting her head back, and opening her mouth wide, then even wider, then wider still - lots of practice from sucking dick~

 

 Reis rumbles in delight before pursing his lips, fingers creeping up that split visage just to hook just past her lips while he prepares her treat. In a few seconds, a thick stream of steaming drool begins to flow from his maw, the translucent, near glistening strand slowly oozing down before planting firm against her tongue. It's so thick and viscous that it seems to defy physics, a pillar of constantly flowing mouth slime fed to her in a steady stream, every drop that passes down her throat sending jolts of pleasure to fry her already scrambled brain.

 

 Lillian Ashton gasps as he hooks his fingers in her mouth, just barely stifling a hungry, slutty moan by wriggling her hips like a bitch in heat instead.  The moment his corrupted demon spit touches her tongue, a moan does force its way out, although it's muffled into a gurgling sound as the saliva pours down her throat.  Her eyelids twitch and flutter as pleasure forces its way through her mind, a chemical high flipping her switches from "turned on" to "cumming like a bitch" in no time flat.  She writhes and her hips jerk, her dick already spurting precum all over the floor and her pussy soaking her balls with its juices~

 

 Reis lets the last of that stream drop into her throat as he watches her, a savage grin forming on his face before he pushes her mouth shut, a hand clasping on either side of her face with powerful fingers so her lips are forced to pucker. He kisses her, ruthless, probing, possessive twirls and flutters of the tongue stirring around what's left of his drool, only to start replacing what was swallowed not a second afterwards. He lets that oral length snake and roll it's way around inside of her maw, purposefully bulging her cheeks out at times, plunging deep into her throat at others just to batter against her neck from the inside. His breath, his stench, the sensation of those lips and the constant, bliss filled current caused by his spit ignites that implanted corruption, once again polluting her sight with hallucinations and straining her mind with implanted hunger and need. A spare hand smacks down on her rear roughly, groping and kneading firmly, nails digging into flesh only to drag down the curvature of those cheeks as he readies for another swat.

 

 Lillian Ashton shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably, hoping that isn't the last of his wonderful, mind-raping spit, and when he closes her mouth, she just looks confused: she'd swallow anything he gave her on her own, so why is he... and then his tongue ravages her mouth.  She squirms and coos around a mouthful of spit and tongue, eagerly gulping it down like the mindfucked slut she is and trying in vain to suck more straight out of his mouth.  Her own tongue desperately tries to wrangle his, to taste his corruption right from the source, but her spit-addled mind can barely put up a fight, leaving her to just be mouth-fucked by his strong, sinuous tongue.  She moans into his kiss, once again muffled by what must be gallons of spit, and sticks out her butt for fondling or spanking or... whatever he wants to do to her, really.  Her throat works overtime while she presents herself like a bitch, hungrily gulping down every ounce of spit she can fit into her tummy~

 

 Reis feeds her for what feels like ages, minutes passing before he finally begins to draw his tongue out out of her mouth, making sure that he plunges it as deep into her throat as possible beforehand just so she can feel every tastebud, every powerful flex and curl that occurs as he starts the slow process of retracting that oral length. "You taste delicious dear... Did you like your drink?~" Her hair is stroked slowly while he keeps her gaze pointed directly into his, glowing eyes  swallowing her mind like before, containing his previous work, locking it away in an iron clad cage for now while he continues to fondle her rear, spreading her cheeks wide just so his fingers can tickle and poke against her anal ring, a trio plunging in deep after a short while, thrashing about within her bowels. "So adorable, so sweet...~ But I want something else, doll~ I want a fiend... a sex obsessed beast whose thoughts never go a letter past rut...~" His words melt over her, encasing her brain, compressing, reworking, shutting down unneeded sections and heightening what he desires. Images flood in, days spent as some animal whose only goal was to eat and reproduce, eat and reproduce. However, it was never her being used. She was always the aggressor, hopeless, a slave to her lusts and desires. The images of males and females alike being flooded with her sperm, her children, her lusts to the point of exhaustion and madness. Of course, the demon was still there, finding her as a stray, taking her in, training her as best he could, though only managing to teach her to follow when needed. Still, a distinct thought, a vivid memory of him expressing his joy in her, his adoration of how far she's come starts to form, not even hours ago, fresh in her mind. He would offer himself to her, so long as every command was followed. "Can you be that for me dear? I would absolutely adore a pet to toy with...~" He hadn't solidified this trance yet, simply letting those memories swirl about in a haze for now, even though the compulsion in his voice forced an immeasurable weight on her, her body screaming for her to nod, what little conscious he left her with only finding this new 'life' another epitome of glorious existence bestowed by the demon.

 

 Lillian Ashton swallows to work her throat around his tongue - maybe a reflex from pleasing so many dicks.  She tries to swallow your spit slowly, to savor the taste and the wonderful mind-rending, but she can't stop herself from gulping it down like a woman dying of thirst.  "Mmm - guh, yes~  Oh god I loved it so... muuuuch..." she slurs, her voice growing indistinct as her mind is willingly pulled into his all-consuming gaze again.  Her ass eagerly accepts his fingers like the fuckhole that thousands of cocks have turned it into, squeezing around them in a vain attempt to make him plow her ass with his hands.  He barely finishes detailing her new life before her brain is eagerly accepting it, rewriting her memories, her personality, her innermost self to replace it with a simple-minded, lust-driven fuckbeast.  "Uhhh... guhhh..." she moans incoherently as her old mind turns to mush.  Her smile brightens even further even as something is snuffed out in her eyes, the grin of a kinky, sex-crazed slut looking up to her partner in depraved rutting turning into one of a mindless, lust-consumed beast gazing at her Master in adoration.  Her tongue lolls out, panting stupidly as her dick throbs, swinging upwards and growing impossibly hard, and even swelling bigger than its already ridiculous size.  She pants like an animal, her hands finding their way to the floor as she falls to all fours like one, her tits pressing into her prejizz-spurting dick.  "Mmm- mmm-" she murmurs, her animal brain not used to using her vocal cords for anything but screaming when she seeds her mates.  Something deep within her, some last remnant of understanding that she wasn't always a mindless fuckbeast, encourages her to nod.  She does it eagerly, her tongue flopping around and sending spit flying as the action snuffs out that same bit of mind that made her do it, turning her irrevocably into a mindless breeding animal... at least until Master decides he wants a different toy to play around with~

 

 Reis smiles, letting her slink down with a gentle chuckle, only to follow her with a gentle head nuzzling with his palm. "Good girl... now come on~" He slowly walks over to a plush, sizable bed, sinking slightly into the cushion when he hops in, tail swishing and swaying behind his back. "I want you to breed me... You understand that right? B R E E D~" At that same time, he begins to recline slightly, pulling pillows from behind him to keep himself just barely propped up while legs spread open, his spare set of hands reaching infront of him to move that massive, swollen scrotum out of the way to show off her prize. A tender, winking anal star awaits, an almost blackish purple surrounded by his deep lavender flesh. It's slightly puffy, every little wrinkle and rise visible and defined, able to open up to give her a view of those near steaming insides while also capable of clenching completely shut , a testament to his internal control and his own powerful musculature. His scent no longer instills a sense of submissiveness or subservience, rather igniting carnal, savage, masculine urges tapped within her maleness, sensors going off to get her cum factories working in complete overtime, the sight of that flexing ring instilling a primal, brutish urge.

 

 Lillian Ashton yaps - outright barks, a weird sound coming from a human throat.  She trots after him on all fours, her ass swaying, her dick swinging from side to side, spurting precum everywhere as her tits rub across it.  Even her mindless animal mind stops when he says the magic word, though: her stupid smile disappears for a moment, replaced by a look of abject shock, her dick twitches, then spurts a powerful jet of pre several feet into the air, and her balls gurgle loudly and start to swell with her seed.  She barks again, jumping up onto the bed with primal enthusiasm - still on all fours, her hands scrabbling for purchase - and slaps her dick onto him, her fat cock rubbing up against his four members.  She whines in need, leaning down to nuzzle his fat dicks and his immensely heavy nuts even as her hindbrain pounds what's left of her mind with primitive, animalistic NEED.  She can't help herself, though, pushing her face even lower and burying herself in his ass, hungrily kissing it, shoving her tongue inside, even nibbling lightly on the anal ring.  She whines, her dick squirting prejizz all over him, even though she's denying the release on her own by eating him out instead.  But two needs are warring within her, the need to knock up the hole in front of her - she can barely register that there's a person, or even a thing, attached to it - and the need to fuck up her stupid mind even more.  Finally, after a minute of furiously making out with his butt, she manages to gather her simple mind enough to crawl backwards, eventually lining up her enormous dick with his hole, and she jams forward without a second thought.  This is what she was made for, why she exists.  The thought doesn't pass through her animal brain in so many words, but she understands: she lives only to BREED.

 

 Reis can only giggle as he watches that heavy rope of pre jizz rise up, a dull shudder rippling through him as it splatters over his flesh, tongue lapping up what was left on his face. His body is hot, sweaty, that stench only causing the urges to grow, rotting her mind utterly and thoroughly until she gives in, though with how she continually huffs and slurps against him, it seems she's already nothing more than a mindless sex pot anyway. His own meat poles were only half erect, though the sudden anal tonguing made him shiver in delight, arousal causing those fat logs to stiffen with a lot more haste, pre slowly oozing down over his abdomen in heavy streams. She finds her lips against a yielding, quivering seal at first, though her tongue only makes it grow even more energetic, sweaty, smooth flesh doing it's best to swallow up that would be invader as best it can, opening wide again to catch it in a trap before sealing tight around it, practiced rippling of his anal tract helping to drive that tongue even deeper into his bowels. He even tastes like something that should be knocked up with children, and now his stench would probably be stained on her face with how reverently she suckles. Low groans, subdued coos and breathless gasps escape him all the while, hips rolling, body arching, cocks flexing as she continues to slurp, only for him to be left a panting mess when her tongue finishes leaving his man cunt a sloppy mess of drool. Teeth grit together when he feels her ramming home so abruptly, eyes rolling in their sockets while he's speared on that impossibly massive shaft. His ass is divine, spongey, pulsating muscle and flesh winding around her as tight as it can manage, completely compressing that thick sperm injector as it continues to slide deeper and deeper inside, that velvet, sweaty tunnel working from his anal entrance all the way to his stomach as she invades his bowels. Pre only makes the experience more pleasurable, the already vice like grip accented by a now squelching, slippery lubricant, even the slightest shift giving the sensation of countless tongues tickling and lapping against her loins.

 

 Lillian Ashton gasps, arching her back and thrusting her tits out, her balls swelling in pulsing spurts, and then she shoves her hips even farther forward as the heavenly tightness and texture of his hole is too much for her and she abruptly cums what's left of her brains out.  Her cock surges in width around the typhoon of thick dick sludge pouring into his ass, each surge making is belly round out further.  It only takes a few to give him the appearance of a slight baby bump, and it just keeps growing.  His brainless fucktoy moans and starts thrusting her hips, barely understanding that she needs to cum again.  One orgasm is enough to knock a breeder up - and with her absurdly fertile jizz and his demonic ass, it probably has - but more cumming means more chances to knock him up.  She lives to cum.  Her hips pound his hole erratically, thrusting like a junkie on a high - which she is, really - even as her balls blast load after load into his ass, bloating his stomach up to the size of a pregnancy full to term.  She pants like the bitch she's become, her tongue hanging out, and her balls swell bigger with even more seed even as they empty themselves into her Master.  Her nuts swell and topple off of the bed, her cum swirling in them like the sea swirling under a hurricane, and they swell even faster, rising up as high as her hips even while resting on the ground and only growing bigger.  Her Master's belly continues to swell along with them, bloating up on her cum obscenely, growing into a massive gut sticking several feet up in the air, far bigger than the most absurd of pregnancies - and only from her cum.  He's only going to grow bigger with babies.  "Buh, buh- buh buh buh- BREEED!" she roars, her simple mind finally wrangling her voice into her singular purpose in life~

 

 

 Reis clutches into the sheets with all he's worth, nearly tearing the fabric of the mattress underneath and more than likely shredding whatever his claws dig into to shreds. His legs curl around her hips, and that bottoming out causes his lips to hang open in a slight O, drool slowly spilling from his mouth while his body tries to process that ruthless invader. That doesn't prepare him for the warmth blooming inside, nor does it steel him for just how thoroughly it would spread throughout him. "F-Fuuuuuck~" He seizes up as the first few gallons are pumped into his guts, every powerful round causing a little squeal to rise up from his chest, making his muscles tense and writhe even more, makes his breath become shorter and shorter as internal space is taken up by that creamy tide. In that brief second inbetween her orgasms, his sweaty, shivering frame starts to relax, a hand shakily reaching up to caress her face, only to have it cringe mid flight by the next load. This one completely destroys his defenses, that finger curling and spasming as if it were trying to hang onto some invisible tether, his tail coiling up and whipping out in random intervals underneath him, his back arching as much as it can underneath that growing liquid weight and his face turning red as blush fills it. The edges of his scarlet hues tinge a bright, bubblegum pink, lids closing and mouth shouting out whorish moans as he's seeded, his body already starting to heat up, churn, and ingest that hearty brew. But it just keeps coming. Where as he can shave a few inches off with that abominable metabolism, she keeps adding at least half a foot with each second, reaching capacity for his poor stomach quite rapidly, his anal ring still clamped so tightly that none of it can escape from his ass. His moans are cut off, and his eyes shoot open wide, a low, gurgling groan rising before her excess baby batter bubbles up. The first wad is a mighty, fist sized glob that sputters and catches on his chest, every subsequent burst rising like a dying fountain, nostrils leaking as it's forced out through every orifice in his skull, even a few trickles finding their way out through his ear canals.

 

 Lillian Ashton growls - a low, throaty growl, only just barely-human sounding, one that reverberates deep in her chest.  One hand claws at him, trying to find purchase and eventually clamping down on his shoulder - although even then it slips on the goopy outpouring of her own cum.  Her other hand rests on his belly possessively, almost... paternally.  Like an animal trying to protect its young - or a fat-cocked breeding bitch trying to stake a claim on her mate.  "Breed~" she purrs, her voice lower and less intelligible.  She starts thrusting again, pumping her immensely oversized cock in and out of his asshole before she's even finished cumming, her nuts already churning and swelling with another load.  She leans down as she fucks him hard, her tongue licking up the side of his face, slurping up her own cum hungrily.  In fact, it seems... longer, and maybe thicker.  She doesn't seem to mind, or even notice, still lapping at his face and her cum as she pumps more babies into his ass, and more cum surges from his mouth and nose and everywhere.  The last of her silly, pointless thoughts about words and standing upright and being a human being have long since atrophied, sliding uselessly into her nuts and bloating them into the massive, sloshing cum tanks bloating ever larger with her potent, musky seed.  They rest heavily on the ground in front of the bed, churning and groaning with their overburdening load, the gallons upon gallons in them swaying back and forth as she thrusts into her breeding stock like a brainless bitch.

 

 

 Reis: She can feel it, his body heat rising even more as she continues to flood him, his insides shifting and yielding to the pressurized stream of love she keeps pumping into him, every little twitch and spasm he gives with that unruly clawing. The swirling tide of her jism creates a rumbling, churning rhythm that beats back against the touch on his stomach, and by now, his face is painted white with her seed. The heat is invasive though, seeming to cling to her cock and travel up through her veins, slinking into flesh and giving a blooming, unearthly sensation that concentrates in her groin before continuing out in pulsating waves through the rest of her body. Somewhere during this he cums, cocks almost completely forgotten under the pendulous, comical size of his stomach, arm thick ropes of nut sludge splattering along the underside and pooling out to join the puddle of hers growing on the bed.

 

Her shaft begins to feel heavy, or at least heavier than normal as it grows vascular, skin becoming a thick hide. It grows in thickness, power, tapering off near the tip and slowly expanding as it goes down. Fleshy, yielding and soft nubs begin to form near the base, right around the spot where his prostate is surely getting completely flattened by her, jutting out a few inches and encircling that previously unmarked equator, digging into his insides to rake, anchor and massage against sensitive inner flesh. Similar nubs start to line the underside, though flesh sinks in right before they form to create prominent spines that constantly shudder and flex with every powerful pump of nut sludge. A set of nubs begin to form along her groin as well, though they form a square around her cock and, without any sort of provocation, begin to jut out nearly a foot. They are fluid, limber, able to be controlled with a single, instinctual thought, though more often than not whipping about wildly on their own. They color in black, and soon a thin mucus begins to form on them, dripping off when it comes in excess, nearly crackling with infernal power. She ends up with a cock that, should it stay the same size, rounds off at a lengthy 48 inches in length, though it's barely an inch or so thin at the tip with a hole ruining 12 inches around at the base. The thick hide ensures that, when erect, it will forced any orifice it finds into it's shape, the ridges meant not only to help anchor her into some poor girl's womb, but also to assist in churning about her seed as it floods poor love tunnels everywhere, of course giving pleasure to whomever they grind against as well. The nubs are only to promote a male orgasm in the more masculine persuaded genders, and a low gurgle followed by another hearty blast of demon cum gives evidence to that fact. The tendrils at her groin are laced with some venom that, when it drips down onto skin, sends a fire of pure, hellish delight rumbling through the nerves, assaulting them directly and effectively, dulled of course to her own skin, but probably mind rending to any other.

 

Power rolls through her, invigorating her, seeding through every muscle she has and even tingling through her flesh, an unearthly metabolism forcing a deep hunger onto her stomach while her body is forced to adapt to the change. Her entire bone structure seems to shift and widen in preparation for the oncoming weight of muscle and fat, growing denser with every second till she could probably shoulder a house falling on her without so much as a fracture. Her hips widen, pelvis growing more spacious, legs starting to stand a bit taller as well, so much so that she can nearly lift her nuts off of the floor. The base of her spine begins to grow out too, a mighty, though now spindly tail jutting out from right above her tailbone while joints force her to keep bent over. Her chest grows broader as well, ribcage following suit, shoulders coming soon after while arms lengthen to match the legs. An extra pair suddenly sprouts out beneath the original, identical in shape and size. Fingers shrink into each other, forming only three mighty digits, toes doing much the same, though claws jut out of the ends of them, almost talon like protrusions that can dig into even the toughest of substances, helping to keep her locked in place during her savage rut.  She can feel her skull growing and her brain shrinking, making way for a more durable form rather than a smarter one, getting rid of all the excess space that was freed when she literally came her thoughts out, face contorting into a mighty muzzle. Her tongue elongates as well, though it begins to flood her mouth with it's thickness and length, prominent tastebuds not only able to taste the delicate intricacies of flavor, but also the peculiar presence of fertility on the wind, a taste and smell that, with the limited space in her head, is burned inside with startling detail. Ears warp and shift as well, standing on end and almost elfin like before flaring out and elongating, growing heavy with their own weight before hanging down along the sides of her face. Teeth start to elongate as well turning into mighty, jagged canines, though soon afterwards, as if there were some sort of oversight, they become rounded, smooth and near harmless if it weren't for the immense power that was about to be put behind them. Muscle begins to fill in next, her body almost puffing up with how fast it begins to sprout up within. She can feel her skin drawing tight along them, every little movement bringing a ripple that could rival even the mightiest of beasts, bringing a bulge that would cause a professional to flinch in fear. Every inch of her becomes defined and rigid, as if she were cut straight out of marble, do perfectly in balance that every ounce of power she holds can be used at once. Layers of fat pile on afterwards, making sure her tits become mighty and swollen tankards of potential, ass filling out to be a doughy, yet still perky set of globes, limbs now larger than most fully grown tree trunks and torso now a mighty barrel of smooth, shapely delight.

 

Fair skin begins to itch, insufferable, constant, pores forced to grow and sprout thick hairs that cover nearly the entirety of her body. She begins to sprout fur, tufts of it coming at a time before it forms an even coating around her entire body, only to grow just slightly thicker around her stomach, though that portion becomes much more sensitive and pleasurable. Even her tail is coated in the fuzz, what was once a truly creepy, whip like protrusion now a swaying, bushy, fuzzy fan of delight that sweeps wind and dust about whenever it's put into motion. Her now unruly mop begins to grow out into a flowing, scarlet red, shimmering mane that rolls out and flows behind her skull as human hair would, standing out against the dull hues of her fur. It's colored a deep indigo along most of her body, a bottomless, night time hue that's complimented by the pure, snow white of her underbelly, though it probably wont stay that white for long considering her seemingly endless orgasm. Streaks of that purple cut through it though, weaving into a tribal pattern similar to the heart on his now stretched taut belly. A similar, snow white pattern forms on her forehead, much smaller comparatively, though it seems to be scaled much the same. She's now granted almost a foot of shaggy fur, though it seems near insignificant considering the fact that muscle still brims through her.

 

Finally, her sexual attributes begin to change. Her cum is the first to do so, becoming thick, rich, dense, almost as if she were trying to pass tar or some liquid cement, watered down just barely with the translucent protein meant for her overactive swimmers. In turn, those albino tadpoles become just as beastly as their owner, almost visible to the naked eye and extremely numerous, to the point that, even with a single drop, she could probably knock up half the population of some eastern country, such as Russia or China,  regardless of gender or age. Her cunt is next, no longer a prim, shapely human flower but now a meaty, leathery sleeve constantly gushing with such viscous, slimy, fragrant ambrosia that it's entirely in the realm of possibility to trip and lose an arm in her depths, probably causing an even greater deluge to make those nuts glisten. Speaking of her nuts, the now equally leathery scrotal sack is stretched thin by now constantly over working cum factories, every second bringing another couple octillion loads into existence, so intensely potent that they might even be able to give the demon that changed them a run for his money. Her anus becomes swollen, though not misshapen, simply a meaty, blackened doughnut that, with the proper stimulation, can spread open a few inches wide to gape, showing off her similarly darkened insides. Her nipples bloat to match the now near JJ cup bra filling tits they're attached to, though it seems that burgeoning flesh swallows them up without proper blood flow, forcing them into inverted slits dug deep into her chest. Her drool becomes like some unholy abomination of honey, oil and molasses, easily made into a watery slime when heated by her maw, though probably forming a sticky, congealing mess that would probably be thicker than some man's natural climax. It has the same property as that venom oozing from her tentacles, though as she continues to drool, the affects hit her less and less.

 

When all is said and done, if she could stand up straight, she'd be a nearly 11' tall, Amazonian dog beast with insides so hot that she releases steam from her mouth with every pant. The demon's mark forms a sort of crown around her head and a pseudo belt at her waistline, making sure all knew that the abomination that would surely breed them is of his creation. Of course, with all the extra layering from her fur, her fat, and her leathery flesh, unless she was trying to look intimidating, she'd just look like some overgrown husky. Of course now, with her hunched over that bed and seeding that male like her life depended on it, she would probably be a rippling mass of power.

 

 

 Lillian Ashton growls, her voice, if the low rumbling can even be called that any longer, catching and stuttering deep within her throat as it changes along with the rest of her.  As her joints pop and her body completely rebuilds itself from the ground up, she hunches over her Master, her dick and balls pumping cum into him harder and harder as they reshape into their new demonic form, her hips shaking and twitching as she struggles to thrust while her body is utterly reforged.  At long, long, last, when her entire being is completely erased to make way for the new, better Lillian, the mindless breeder brute, she leans over her Master, thick vapor spilling out of her maw with every breath and clinging to her long, protruding teeth, the musky smell of an animalistic breeding bitch heavy on every drop.  Her long, thick, heavy tongue spills out of her mouth, and she resumes licking all over her Master's face and chest even his dicks, slurping up a mixture of her cum and his and leaving a thick coating of goopy, smelly spit behind.  Her new, smaller mind is much to simple to remember who she is, much less who he is or what they're doing, but a small part of her knows that scent and associates it with feelings of love and obedience.

 

Dimly, thoughts percolate through her barely-there mind.  Not thoughts, exactly, more like... concepts.  Wet.  Tightness.  Cock.  Hard.  And not even in so many words.  But she can feel the tight, hot hole around her breeding tool.  And she can feel the endless gallons of sludge-like jizz churning in her tanker-like balls.  And she knows what to do with all that sperm.  So she pulls her hips back, slowly, unused to balancing on three-toed, monstrous feet, and a lot less graceful when she's weighed down with hundreds of pounds of taut, bulging muscle and even more thick, feminine fat.  Another unrefined sound spills from her throat, a fresh wave of thick vapor and a few drops of spittle spilling from her mouth and onto her beloved Master.  A dozen gallons of precum fire from her cock with the force of a cannon - no, enough force to shatter a cannon - and that's before she even pulls her gargantuan girldick halfway out.  The new protrusions on her shaft send as much pleasure through her Master as they do through her, forcing her to stop as her mind - or mind-like consciousness, if it can even be called that - is overloaded with pleasure.  Untold amounts of sperm slosh unbearably loudly in her cum tanks.  Her new tentacles thrash wildly, her animalistic existence making it tough to come to grips with new appendages.  It takes her a few minutes, but she manages to get ahold of herself long enough to start pulling back again, her hips swinging back as she pulls her dick out.  Once they're as far back as she can manage, she holds there, unable to remember what to do and unable to think with what little shriveled, useless gray matter she has left.  Her body knows, though, her legs starting to push her cock back in, a little faster this time as she acclimates to her new, better body.

 

 Reis lets out a drawn out mewl of delight eyes slowly returning to their position as he feels himself empty, or emptier than before, the moment when the thickest part of her loins is freed from him being the moment that her cum sloshes out in a gurgling wave, splattering against the ground infront of her feet and causing his belly to deflate around the gurgling tide, the bulk still trapped within his guts and starting to be internalized into his body. It's still not enough to truly keep him from being a bloated condom around her lusts, but it's enough to give him a bit of movement, potent seed invigorating him, muscles priming and building on themselves, becoming much more efficient without reshaping much, if at all. He gasps around the layer of spit on his face though, nearly choking on it while a chuckle rises up from him, his gravid stomach swaying and rolling as he tries to swing himself over, never really leaving the bed as he props himself up on all fours. His mind is in a haze by the time she starts inching forward, and he almost doesn't notice her starting to push back inside. Something in him does though, a tail looping around and toying with those lashing tentacles, making him shudder and writhe, anal ring already trying to clamp and wring out that brutish breeding staff, another belch of jizz forced up from his throat as his body automatically prepares for the being it's created.

 

 Lillian Ashton lets out a low growling sound.  It isn't malevolent, or even voluntary, really.  Even her breathing sounds like the rumbling of the behemoth that she's become, the thick strings of spit strung between her teeth fluttering in the winds created by her exhalations.  A handful of drops splatter onto her Master's plush ass, thick gobs of them hanging down from her heavy muzzle and only breaking off when they've swollen big and fecund, her spit so thick that it refuses to drip freely.  She slowly powers her fat cock into Master's back door, her thick barrel chest and heavy tits heaving as she leans forward.  Her hands try to reach up and grab the shapes she dimly recognizes as two plump asscheeks.  Big.  Round.  Good for breeding.  A handful of primitive thoughts - more like prototypes - flit through her mind, and she desires it.  Her huge, ungainly hands are clumsy at the best of times, though, and she's still adapting to them.  They sort of... flail, only just barely coming down on the bed to keep her from toppling over when she tries to grab Master's ass and actually manages to miss.  But that leaves her hunched over her breeder, and she likes that.  It's the perfect position to thrust with all of her strength, fitting for a breeding monster like her, and it lets her tower over the womb she's currently impregnating, and encircle its owner completely.  All things that she likes, but her brain is so primitive that it can't even hold those concepts in it.  Instead, she just knows that this new position is good and she will stay there.  And, of course, fuck her Master pregnant.  Her hips thrust forward, burying her entire dick into him.  And then they start to pull out, slightly more sure this time.  Her tentacles are sort of coming alive, just barely doing more than writhing and thrashing, almost managing to wrap around Master's tail.  Her balls groan and creak dangerously as their load increases, more sperm always being produced.  The bitch doesn't understand that, of course - she doesn't even understand the idea that there may be a limit to what they can hold - but she knows that she wants to empty them.  She wants to cum.  So she thrusts, her mighty hips hammering into Master's cute, plump ass as her dick deposits even more tar-thick prejizz into him, preparing to dump her full load.

 

 Reis recognizes wetness, oozing, syrupy heat that fills him with a sense of strange calm in the whirlwind of pleasure that is his existence right now, senses slowly returning to him and with them, the dull aching of a brutalized anal ring. He groans out, sniffling up the jizz leaking from his nostrils before a little hitch of fear spikes up through him from the immense, oppressive presence behind him. His ass clenches again, though this time to try blocking whatever savage intruder may try to pump inside, though now the battered inner muscles are little more than jelly against that molten hot fuck staff prying against him. The shift in weight along the bed makes him quirk a brow though, and it gives him enough of an excuse to turn his head to look at the massive, furred paw fumbling about. Cute. That's what it screamed out to him as he watched over his shoulder at the beast starting to take position, a dim recognition of what might have happened a few seconds prior starting to return to him. [i]His pet was there, right? Wasn't she just cumming? Whe-Nnngh~[/i] Those tentacles help to drown out whatever might have been racing through his head at the moment, a bit of drool rolling down from him as the new toxin wreaks havoc on his mind once more, hips instinctively rolling and pushing back against her. [i]Feels good... Mngh.. Didn't I always want a dog?[/i] Muscles relax again as she starts to push against him, as she starts to smother him, as she floods him with more warmth and bathes her in his scent. When she begins to hilt, he gasps out, a low little trill of delight bubbling up from his lips while his muscles contract and spasm, milking her, massaging her, rippling from the very base all the way to the tip. [i]Ooohhh yeeaah~ Nice and deep too...~ Hnn... Reminds me of Lilli... No...?~[/i] He almost tries to speak when she starts to thrust, gurgling on his own pleasure, lungs robbed of air with every pump, body giving off a pleasure filled ache as he grips and scrapes against the sheets. "U-ungh!~ L-Lillian?~"