>Somewhere in Nevada...
>It's summer, hot as fuck, and more importantly, you're in a bet worth 5k-40 days, 40 nights, no sexual activity. Just like the movie, said one of your friends.
>Your peers ditched in the bet and the cash since you won a local sweepstakes, and everyone wants to see how it will go down.
>But of course, there are catches to it.
>Someone has to be with you at all times.
>So, to your behest, a Femanon friend of your friend gets hooked up with you, and she's doing EVERYTHING she can to drive you nuts. She was never into you, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up to her.
>She was well known for her acting skills, which inadvertently led to asking her out once. Everyone heard about it later on, and you were forever marked as "THAT guy."
>But the shit she's started to pull, this is a whole new level of fuckery you didn't think she had the power to pull.
>Getting other girls to ask you out awkwardly, leaving porn printed on the walls of your dorm (turns out even your roommate was in on this, and he's NEVER around.), to skimpy/unbuttoned clothing whenever you're near.
>Finally, after about 4 days of constant harassment from not just her, but her female friends as well, you decide to pack up and head on over to a small ghost town you had read about online.
>As per the agreement, femanon, begrudgingly follows you. "This should stop some of the shenanigans," you think.
>Arriving there, about 60% of the buildings are nearly empty.
>Few people wander to and fro, but one building stands out in particular.

>It's a giant plaza, multiple stores mashed side by side, with one huge store in the center.
>The concrete beneath the stores is cracked and filled with growing weeds, a rusted out car is parked in front of one of the smaller sections of the building, and tumbleweeds travel along the wind.
>You can see the logo on the front, somewhat dilapidated and broken down, reading "Gona D.'s gym."
>Strange name, but hey, hopefully it's still in business and cheap.
>A few days later of constant bullshittery from Femanon such as upskirt shots, "accidentally" forgetting to put on clothes when walking out of the shower, and the like have put you on edge Ron Jeremy would be proud of.
>It's your nut, and you want it NOW.
>While exploring the town, you come across a couple of old people talking about the surrounding area.
>"Yeah, some of these buildings...I remember back in 93' when that poor girl died...you mean at the gym?"
>You manage to eavesdrop on them and gather some info, but Femanon is with you and does the exact same thing.
>She giggles quietly and starts sensually teasing you, telling you "if you're man enough, why don't you check out that gym anon?"
>She keeps goading and goading and GOADING until the next day, you hop out of bed and rush to the gym.
>It's only been a week into the bet and figuring blowing off steam by alternative means was your thought process at the moment.
>Amazingly enough, it's not abandoned.

>A short, petite caramel-colored cardio bunny is at the chipped, old, decrepit front desk.
>One eye is covered by a jet black bang, while the rest of her hair is carefully cut down to the neck, curving downwards.
>She's wearing a neon blue sports top with her exceptionally toned abs exposed, and neon blue short shorts to match.
>Her face is hidden by a newspaper she's reading, with her white sneakers propped up on the counter.
>You feel a tug on the back of your shirt, and Femanon stands there with a sultry look on her face.
>"Feeling...a bit 'sprung' anon? Bet that itty bitty waist she has is just the icing on the cake!"
>Cardio bunny's eyes sharply dart up to Femanon, you, then back to the paper.
>But you never noticed, you were too busy trying to keep the spaghetti from blowing out of your pockets at Mach 5.
>"N-no. Christ, Femanon, you're just here to watch me, just PLEASE stop this madness."
>"Sorry anon, I'm getting a share of the dough if you blow it. Literally and figuratively."
>"Goddamnit."
>Well, that's a bind if you've ever heard one. You knew something was up, but this explains more than enough.
>Turning around, you walk up to the 4'2 caramel candy manning the desk.
>Noticing your approaching figure, she lets down her legs, folds the paper, and stands up, barely able to put her arms on the desk.
>"Welcome to Gona D.'s Gym, you guys new around here?" she squeaks in a moderately-accented voice.
>"Yeah, we're from out of town. How much is it to work out here?"
>She eyeballs you up and down, then does the same on Femanon-who visibly stiffens and adjusts her posture, her pokerface on display.
>"Well, normally, it'd cost you about 50 dollars a month for the first 3 months, then drops down to 20 after 6 months."
>"After 15 months of 20 dollars, it's a lifetime membership."
>"Alternatively, you can pay for the lifetime membership right now with a 30% discount."
>She continues with the technical pay jargon, her squeaky voice droning on and on. It's clear she's bored out of her mind.
>"So, what'll it be new guy? And gal."
>The last part is punctuated by her eyes lazily drifting to Femanon. 
>Femanon returns the favor two fold. You might have to break up a fight if this keeps going on.
>"Alright, calm down ladies, I'll subscribe to the monthly fee. I don’t expect to be here for long." you quip in.
>Caramel bunny's eyes light up. "Good, good, alright, sign here, here, aaand here..."
>As you both finish up your papers and hand them over, the brown-bunny quickly snatches both papers of your hands.
>You don't feel it at first, but femanon does.

>She reels her hand back, a small cut on her finger. One on yours too, when the stinging finally catches up.
>"Bitch!" Femanon hisses under her breath at the smol woman.
>You simply wrap your finger in your other hand, waiting for the cut to stop bleeding.
>Cardio bunny rolls to the back with papers in hand, and returns with two keycard passes.
>"Despite how it looks, the keycard reader at the front door DOES work. And the name is Gina. Not 'Bitch'."
>Femanon is at a loss of words, and you're just stunned at the no-shits-given attitude Gina sports.
>Noticing Femanon is starting to shake, you grab her and rush over to the main gym.
>She whips your hand off and rushes over to the locker room to change.
>You're about to do the same, but figure why not take a stroll around and see what equipment is available.
>Surprisingly, there's a lot of functional stuff in here. It seems that it's mostly the building that's crappy, not the equipment.
>Taking your time, you head on over to the locker room, but not without passing by a 6'3 ripped redhead dressed in black sports clothing, with a moderate-sized brunette spotting her.
>You pass by one or two more people, and finally reach the locker room.
>It's a mess, tiles uplifted, other parts busted here and there, caution tape around certain areas.
>Fortunately, there's some part of the showers and lockers that do work, it appears to be a work in progress.
>Stashing your stuff in a locker, you walk over to the shower and turn it on, waiting for the water to heat up.
>As it does though, you notice a HUGE hole in the wall covered by caution tape and some wooden boards.
>It appears that there's enough space to squeeze through without disturbing the blockade, but do you really want to check that out?
>After thinking it over, you decide against it and start showering.
>Whilst cleaning yourself off, you can't but help feel as if you're being watched.
>Turning back to the hole in the wall, you see a dark mass suddenly move out of sight soon as you laid eyes on it.
>"WOAH, WHO THE FUCK-"

>Freezing up a bit, then finally snapping out of it, you wash off, grab your clothes and phone and prepare to investigate.
>Diving through the small hole proved to be easy, but nobody told you it would be a straight drop down, about 5 feet.
>Slamming into the ground after tripping through, you brush yourself off and get up.
>It appears you're in the basement of the complex, somehow.
>Walking around, rusted pipes, old tools, broken down gym paraphernalia lie everywhere.
>You keep exploring the underground area, until you find IT.
>A skeleton, or more specifically- Bones from a skeleton, under a noose.
>A broomstick has gone through the ribcage, some of it completely shattered.
>Questions, horror, and adrenaline fills your mind and body as you inspect the accident.
>Suddenly, the floor creaks.
>Well, creaks isn't exactly the word to describe it, more like "groans", and the kind of groans that you hear from a fat person when they have to exercise on my 600 lb. life.
>Part of your weight shifts as the floor suddenly dips to the north-east of your direction.
>You look up only to see a hulking, black, gigantic mass staring back at you.

>Freezing up, thoughts race through your mind as to what the hell is happening.
>Suddenly, without warning, you get an idea.
>It's a stupid, crazy idea.
>But it's stupid and crazy enough that it might work.
>Having spent enough time on /x/, you remember that one story where an anon jerked off in the presence of a ghost to assert his dominance of the area.
>You come to the conclusion that if you die by whatever the hell this is, that doing anything, and ANYTHING to survive is now a legitimate strategy.
>Dropping your shorts, boxers, you whip out your Johnson and start spanking it to perform the Ex-succ-sism.
>Fear pumps through your veins, dick included as you try to wank one off in hopes of survival.
>Finally, you nut after a week of abstinence.
>A moderate amount spills out on the floor, and to your horror, the bones.
>Stopping midway, you look up to the mass in general.
>It fades away back into the darkness and the floor returns to its normal height level, with your weight as the centerpiece.
>You jack it on out of there in a flash, scrambling up the wooden planks to the hole in the wall once more.

>Finally making it to the toilets, you dry heave over the porcelain throne.
>Calming down and walking out of the stall, the mirror displays a moderately built man, white in the face, hair scraggled about.
>Dirt all over you shirt and pants from climbing earlier, and a small cut on your arm form trying to escape the nightmare that was the living "NOPE."
>Cleaning yourself up, you remember what the old folk were talking about earlier, and realized you may have just nutted over a dead chick's bones.
>And to top it off, possibly her ghost.
>Grabbing your shit, you rush out at the speed of FUCK and-
>Woah, woah, woah, what the fuck.
>What the fuck is going on, you think to yourself.
>Sweat beads your forehead, goosebumps rise on your skin as the somewhat crappy structure of the gym looks like a normal one.
>Confusion, then fear grips you once again.
>Is this like silent hill? Did I slip into some weird world or some shit? What in the FUCK is going on?
>You creep around silently, hoping that you won't get spotted by some Van Gogh'd looking-motherfucker.
>Finally, you reach the front desk.
>You haven't seen the brunette, the titanic redhead, and Gina appears to be missing too.
>Pulling out your phone, you try to dial for 911, but nothing works.
>Looking across from the counter, the door would be the best-
>Where the fuck is the door?
>WHERE's THE FUCKING DOOR?

>The door to the outside is gone, the glass doors leading to an indoor empty swimming pool.
>Moving on, you sneak to the best of your ability around, searching for Femanon.
>Suddenly, you hear giggling and laughing.
>"Here, try this flavor, I call it 'Honey and Milk!'"
>"Guys aren't the only ones who can bulk up to gain muscle hun."
>The first voice, you barely recognize.
>The second one though, it has to be the redhead. A slight Irish accent tinges it as she continues.
>"Can I have another bottle?"
>"We gave you the whole case, go on and enjoy it so you can try out the REAL thing."
>Turning your head around the corner, you discover what's really going on in this strange, surreal, event.
>A woman, tall as the redhead is chugging away at what looks like a protein drink.
>She's somewhat chunky, skin spilling out over waistbands and straps, wearing almost too small clothing and-
>Oh fuck. That's Femanon.
>The realization hits you like a brick, but your boner would've hit the wall harder at what happened next.
>She finishes chugging the drink and throws the bottle behind her, and as she lets her arms down, her chest starts to expand.
>The front of her red sports bra is already wet with something, her skin glistens as her tits jiggle and fill the already strained bra.
>Thick nipples begin to pitch a tent in the cup holders, finally before bursting a seam on her back.
>Milk spills everywhere on the ground as the bra falls off revealing darkened nipples jetting milk out underneath, and Femanon's eyes roll back into her head.
>Her once thin physique is now plumper, softer, larger. The same could be said for your dick, only the last part applies though.
>You watch in perverted horror as her ass blimps up and out, gradually turning the shorts into panties, then thongs.
>Meat cheeks jiggle back and forth as her whole body shakes from the pleasure of getting bigger and softer.
>She's drooling an unusual amount, and the saliva spilling out is webbing everywhere and everything.
>Her lower maw does the same thing, it's pushing outwards slightly, but ever so visible. Puffy and plump, her sex drools with the same viscosity as her spit.
>Bottle after bottle, she keeps downing each one until she's gained a quivering muffin top.
>The top spills out, her shorts and panties finally rip as her thighs billow out like fluffy dough.
>Her ass is no joke either, easily 80 inches across, completely smooth.
>Shoes weren't an exception either, she's shredded them to pieces.
>She giggles and chugs the last bottle, her body bloating to and beyond MILF level proportions.
>Though something is off...MILFs can be chunky, but the way her arms were proportioned, the fat distribution...is that possibly muscle underneath? If so, how much?
>She's not overweight, the chub on her belly might be a bit much, but she's no butterball...more like a butter golem when you really think about it.

>The others are simply staring, waiting, as if this had happened before.
>Gina finally pipes up "I think she's ready Anna."
>"Really? What about the other guy?" replies the redhead.
>"THAT guy? I...I honestly don't know what to think really." quips the brunette.
>"I mean, I TRIED to scare him off, but...listen, you won't believe this."
>"He stands there as I pull up the illusion, and then he starts… he just starts...”
>The brunette dressed in the green tank top and orange shorts waves her hands around in an attempt to describe your...uh...
>"He just starts fucking jacking it with this Gary Busey look on his face. I mean, he was afraid, then confused, and finally he starts smiling like a madman, drops his fucking pants and starts whipping the giraffe like he's seen his fucking sex dream or some shit."
>Butterflies roar in your stomach, blood gushes into your face, and upon hearing that you were smiling, you shrink back around the corner and continue to listen to the brunette describe your incredible act of self-preservation.
>"...and when he finally finished, I pulled the illusion and he's tripping over shit, almost as if Mr. Bean just raped a girl for the first time and tried to escape."
>All 3 of them bust out laughing while Femanon bulges out in all the right directions.
>Gina finishes laughing, wiping a tear from her eye, "Hooooly shit Ada, I REALLY hope you're not serious. You know SHE won't let him go if that's true, right?"
>"Remember what happened to the last guy? Dude couldn't make the cut, she was pissed beyond no return...I'm still sore from that punishment."
>"I know, I know Gina. But...I think I have an idea. I have some of his spunk with me, we can make something out of it with HER permission and power."
>"Are you...no, that wouldn't work, I mean it'd have to..."
>"I don't think...really?...we should...SHE will know..."

>Hushed whispers are exchanged, and at this point, there's no point in sticking around.
>You stand up, attempt to wrestle your bone zone back to smaller sizes, and start looking for an escape.
>Time passes as you quickly discover a set number of facts-
>There are windows, but they're reinforced. Outside you can see a restored town, people walking abo-
>Wait, why are most of them wearing barely anything?
>Wait, why do they have horns.
>Something is VERY wrong.
>So, so wrong.
>You duck back down and head back to the bathroom you recently NOPED out of earlier.
>Inside, it's completely restored. The hole in the wall is gone, and you slowly begin to realize that there might not be a way out.
>Clutching the sides of your head in your hands you groaned and reel back...
>...looking at the ceiling.
>And then you get an ever so brilliant (in your mind) idea.
>Grabbing your bag, you climb on top of the sink and push out a ceiling panel. Climbing upwards, you hope to whatever forces out there won't let this ceiling collapse in on you and have you subjected to the same fleshy madness(no matter how hot it actually was) Femanon went through.
>You lie up there for some time, shifting, trying to get a secure hold. Finally, you managed to lay properly without compromising your position, and even found a hole to peek through.
>"...in the bathroom, right?" It's Anna.

>She walks in holding a huge fucking drink bottle.
>She's more muscular than before, and her ass sticks out as much as her gut does.
>Downing part of the mega bottle, she grunts and moans and finally goes silent as she starts going through the motions.
>Her arms are rippled with muscle, like a bodybuilder, growing thicker and wider with each moment.
>Her toned thighs bulge outwards, tearing the shorts she was wearing.
>Her ass once more balloons backwards in tandem with her thighs, her gut rapidly expanding.
>Milk gushes from her tits, saliva, drool, the works. You begin to realize whatever is in that bottle, it's causing them to become like this.
>Your mind kinders the thoughts of what Gina and Ada might end up looking like.
>You snap back to reality as you witness the already large redhead, bulk out even more.
>Longer and thicker hair flows down her shoulders, she quickly ties it up in a knot in the back as she zeppelin's to Amazonian proportions.
>The same could be said for Richard downstairs-well, at least that's how Richard feels.
>Fatter and bigger, she's got a physique you'd only seen once or twice around the net. You never understood the appeal until this very moment.
>Her once muscular arms are covered by a half inch layer of fat, the rest of her body jiggles like flan on a plate as she moves around.
>She's easily topping the mirror in the bathroom, which you estimate to be seven feet or so.
>Two horns sprout out of her head, and in a matter of seconds, they're a good 3 inches or so out.
>Come to think of it, it looks like a cow's horns...
>She starts to sniff the air.
>Oh shit.
>Nononono-

>Looking upwards, a massive arm comes straight up and punches the ceiling to your left.
>In that moment, the part of the ceiling comes down with your weight added to the destruction.
>Hitting the floor, you don't even feel it as the adrenaline rushes through your veins.
>Bounding out of the room at incredibly high speed, you rush around and over the equipment.
>You turn around once to witness the gigantic Anna bellowing and jellowing out towards you.
>She easily tosses the equipment aside, even bending some of the metal.
>"OI, LADDY, IT"S NOT NICE TO PEEK ON A LADY WHEN SHE'S CHANGING"
>Summoning your inner autist, you use the sperg-like strength to break the previously locked glass doors open wide.
>At this point, you're in the indoor pool, the only area you've not explored.
>Sweating, tired, and high on liquid "Get me the fuck outta here: AMPED Edition", you frantically search for an exit.
>The ground trembles beneath as Anna storms towards your location.
>Finally, you spot an exit to escape from this surreal nightmare.
>Rushing towards it, you force it open with little effort and tumble right into-
>Another room.
>Your despair is quickly replaced by confusion, lust, horror, burning loins, fear, horniness, absolute confusion, and wanna smash.
>Femanon is drinking from a gigantic, I mean we're talking HUGE...woman?
>Her skin is green and shiny, she's wearing a bikini that barely covers up her nether regions and her nipples.
>In fact, that's ALL it covers up. The rest jiggles and shakes like concentrated world-star booty.
>She looks up, a question mark replacing the eyes on her face, and looks at you with a quizzical, surprised cry of "Moo?!"
>Something lands on top of your back and you're pinned down on the ground.
>You try to get up, only to find yourself engulfed inside two soft, plump arms.
>"Gotcha.~"

>Ada coos at you quietly as you struggle to escape her grasp.
>Her entire body feels like a water bed, and it's made you so erect that it hurts.
>She effortlessly spins you around in her grip and looks you square in the face.
>Her lips are plump, shiny and soft.
>"Keep struggling hun, and if you start talking, I'll-"
>"WHAT THE FU-"
>You're silenced by her lips filling your face.
>Her entire body is mashing you, and you feel another body press against your back.
>"That's it, calm down, we're not gonna hurt you, we're...getting you hooked up."
>Gina coos into your ear whilst Ada's tongue swirls around in your mouth.
>Copious amounts of fluid fill your mouth, except...it's not spit.
>It's honey.
>Sweet.
>Or you think its honey, it's delicious and the best thing you've tasted in forever.
>She continues the French kiss as you calm down, and Ada begins to remove your pants.
>"Moo!" cries the gigantic green cow woman, as Femanon pops off her incredibly thick nipple.
>Femanon has bloated beyond and out of control, she's like a miniature version of the cow.
>Your eyes are locked onto the event unfolding before, until Anna speaks up.
>"Alright, I'll cut to the chase. Your original girlfriend, we didn't like too much. So we turned her into one of us."
>"We were going to send you off, but when Anonymoo heard about what you did down in the basement...well..."
>"We're her servants, and we do her will, bidding, yadayada. Males can't become servants, because the milk turns them into women 90% of the time."
>Anna shifts her enormous body, it quivers and bobbles in all the right places, especially that delicious gut you could just bury your face in.
>"So as a result of this, and Anonymoo being Anonymoo, along with..."
>Anna continues to drone on and on, until finally Gina, who finally grabs you from behind whispers in your ear-
>"You've been chosen sugar. So enjoy the ride, you won't want to leave after having a drink or two."

>The struggle becomes real as you try to escape, only to find your dick being gripped and slowly aimed into the bellybutton of Ada, whom is still in control of your face.
>She moans a bit, then both women start moving, grinding their bodies against you.
>Your dick is being massaged by the soft folds and smooth skin of Ada's belly, her gut engulfing your manhood.
>The warm hole rubs against you, encasing you like a soft, doughy, onahole.
>You barely can hold it back, struggling, and finally giving in.
>Managing to get two thrusts in, Ada releases you and effortlessly rips your shirt off and pushes you into Anonymoo's soft, bloated thighs.
>Pvt. Johnson stands at attention as you attempt to regain your traction until there is none.
>Anonymoo has picked you up, settling you into her lap.
>Your heart beats in fear of what might happen as your face contorts into one of fear.
>"Don't worry, you won't turn into a chick. You'll be a bit bigger, but it's all in the right places. Promise~."
>Before you can ask what they mean by that, your head is gripped and turned towards a gigantic teat.
>As it would turn out, the beginning of your questioning proved to be your doom as the first nipple was shoved deep, deep down.
>You slightly gag on it until the milk starts flowing.
>Then the gagging stops.
>Then the fear melts away.
>Then Pvt Johnson goes AWOL.
>Each gulp of milk feels like a ball of warmth passing down your throat, down to your gut, and finally your crotch.
>Your hard dick gets harder with each warm ball of pleasure passing through your body.
>Suddenly, you can feel yourself being gripped tightly by a large, green, soft hand.
>"Moo~" she says to you as she jerks you off.

>Slowly, rubbing the thickening shaft, veins bulging under the skin, supplying nutrients to increase size.
>Her grip gets tighter with each gulp, she's speeding up as her fingers slip and slide all over the precum spilling out of your dick.
>Your balls thud with pleasure as they gradually fatten and bloat up, small gonads turning into golf balls, then grapefruits that suddenly surge with warmth.
>Ropes of cum pump out of you as you grunt with intense pleasure, and finally she pulls the swollen teat out of your mouth.
>Rolling down the thighs of the female Green Giant, you nut several more times until you're on the bed, splayed out breathing heavily.
>"Wow, it actually worked."
>"Oh shit, we're going to have fun with this."
>"Not before SHE gets her fill first, remember your place!"
>All 3 of them argue over you until Femanon reappears with some folded clothes in her hands.
>"B-brought them l-liked you asked me t=to mishtrussh." she slurs near the end of her sentence, speech impaired by intense pleasure.
>A pair of pink exercise shorts, and a top to boot.
>All 4 servants move your body around as you experience your first monster-sized orgasm.
>Finally, Gina pipes up, "All yours boss."
>Anonymoo easily picks you up, placing you down on the ground, holding you up by the side.
>She kneels down, peeling off the bikini.
>The green peach is plump and plentiful, drooling like crazy.
>She's gushing like a waterfall.
>She places the other teat in your mouth this time, and you've given up on trying to resist.
>You give into the pleasure, and the pleasure grows in you.
>Milk warms your body as your thighs start to thicken.

>The spandex sport shorts stretch easily as you fill them out.
>The fabric runs over your increasingly smooth skin as it bubbles outwards.
>The bulge in your pants tightens, and your hardon becomes harder, a mixture of cum and precum leaking and drizzling through the front of the shorts.
>Your balls tighten and fatten, and that's when you feel it.
>Gurgling, blorping, all manner of submerged wet sounds occur in your balls as the both swell up to a nice 8 inches in diameter.
>At this point, production has gone through the roof, the front of the spandex shorts pumping out a stream with every pulse of your kegels.
>More and more milk flows in, becoming increasingly thicker.
>Your ass begins to gurgle too as both cheeks fill out and turn the shorts into thongs, rounding out and bubbling underneath in all of its doughy glory.
>Tighter and tighter the spandex gets, but it's not ripping, shredding, or coming off.
>Your hips widen out faster than your waist, which almost stays the same, save for the excess padding that's forming on it.
>You shift around, trying to grip the gigantic teat better than before.
>Anonymoo cups a cheek and shakes it, watching it wave and flow like a waterballoon.
>She giggles a bit, then with the same hand, glides it over your man-pack.
>What feels like an unending erection is actually you just growing longer and bigger.
>Constant orgasms wrack your loins as you try to suckle and drink more milk.
>Moo grips your shaft once more, causing you to involuntarily thrust forward.
>A thick rope pumps out the front once more, splattering the floor with a heavy thud.
>More, you think, if I could just get more, I could smash this cow and those other three over there.

>And more you receive, as your pseudo erection finally topples out at one foot, and 4 inches in diameter.
>Underneath the log, fruits of your labor are hanging heavily churning and gurgling in gusto to produce more cum.
>You're much denser than before now, they'd have to be at least 20 lbs., but Ada holds them up to support you, while cum dribbles, pools, and runs down, inside, and down her lactating tits.
>Finally, Moo pulls out with an audible 'pop' from your mouth.
>You grunt and try to reach for more, but Anna walks up and places a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.
>"Alright big boy, here's the deal- You're not erect at all."
>Anna's biting her lower lip as she stares at your crotch, she's clearly in heat.
>She clears her throat out once, and then burps, causing her gut to jiggle and fill outwards a couple inches.
>Her breast swell and lactate even thicker milk as if in tandem.
>Gina is next to you massaging your gigantic assets in the back, making sure there's nothing wrong.
>Her hands travel all around, suppling shaking and the occasional smack to keep you on edge.
>"Hell, y-you haven't actually, uh, cum yet."
>"Your balls are just going haywire right now, so it doesn't matter how much you push out, it's not going to leave you satisfied at all."

>Anna's body is steadily, but surely getting bigger.
>Femanon stares with an intense lust nearby, you're not sure if she's going to eat you or fuck you.
>But it's exciting you. Your cock starts to "harden". Bigger and bigger, pushing the front of your shorts-thong hybrid outwards.
>At this point, the spandex is stretched so much that it's not being held up by your waistline, but by your bulging telephone pole and the twin bubbles that are your ass.
>Anonymoo intervenes once more, and you watch in amazement as she grips your meat and pulls it out of your pants.
>She begins to stroke it once more, but this time, the milk isn't there to help you out.
>Anna leans over and positions a leaking milk jug over your face and you take the whole nipple down into yourself, sucking on the fertile nectar.
>Within seconds, your body feels lighter. Muscle pumps underneath the layers of fat and chub, your arms wider yet still soft, your ass and thighs tougher yet still doughy.
>The man meat below surges forwards as it's widening and lengthening out of control. The mixture of pre and cum spills out of control, spurting thicker and thicker ropes, some of it having the consistency of oobleck.
>Anonymoo's smooth, but frantic stroking turns you from a 1 foot monster to a 3 foot legend. It’s not touching the floor, but it's large enough to make a stable horse blush.
>She finishes you off as your erection finally completes. At the end of the completion though, you can feel it.
>It's huge, it's the wad that's been backed up inside. You're not sure how it's even backed up because you've been leaking so much, but you know it needs to come out.
>Ass spilling over and out of a tight thong, your balls propped up and stretching the front of the panties as if they were some kind of bra, thighs and hips that scream THICC, your entire frame shakes for the coming flood.
>Turning towards Anonymoo, you squeal "I-I need it, I'm-I'm-I'm gonna-gonnaaaaaaaaaaHNNNNNGNOOOOHHH-"

>Anonymoo smiles and pushes her servants out of the way as you stand there spasmodically splattering jizz everywhere, finally shoving you to the ground and mounting you.
>Sliding inside of her, the walls of her vagina shake and vibrate, undulating and writhing, coaxing a gigantic cumshot out of you.
>She vigorously rides you like a gay biker late to the weekly orgy meeting on rough road.
>Finally it hits.
>You can feel it snaking through your tube, the knot of a torrential flood ready to fill her.
>It's so slow, pushing through your urethra, widening it and fattening it out to make room for the rest of it.
>At the base of your cock, the wad slowly squirts, squelches through-
>Moo tightens on you.
>Like, vice grip tightens.
>It was so sudden and fast, that any remaining liquid was flushed out between the walls of her vagina and your meaty mast.
>The wad stops at the base, and steadily begins to pack itself denser and denser.
>You scream out in ecstasy, pleasure, pain, and worry at the same time.
>Pleading with the green mistress above you, you moan and grunt as you try to cum.
>"Hold up buster, this is a little payback for wrecking our gym's ceiling.
>Gina walks over, wobbling her massive gluteus maximum-fucking-thicc-mus over your face.
>Adjusting her stance, you realize what is about to happen.

>As she lowers down, you scream for it to stop...
>...and your screams are muffled by the shortstack sitting down on your face with her enormous fat ass.
>Barely able to breath, just barely, you can SMELL her.
>Scents of milk and honey drift through your nose, maybe rosehips, and something like vanilla?
>You barely have time to contemplate as Anonymoo lets up a little pressure, and the wad travels up even slower this time.
>You grunt underneath and try to push her off, but both of your hands are suddenly encased in what you think are ass cheeks.
>Immobilized, pinned down under a fat ass, with your cock tied off by pure muscle leaving you with a long, drawn out, and what could possibly be a denied orgasm, you squeal underneath the buns for mercy.
>"Moo." Anonymoo says flatly.
>"Say Mama." Anna replies curtly.
>"MMMMPH?"
>"Anonymoo said if you want to breathe, you better say 'Mama'"
>It doesn't matter at this point.
>You're too far gone.
>There's no point in turning back.
>She's in control now, and there's nothing you can do about it.
>"MMM-MMM"
>"Moo?" She coyly cups a hand over her ear.
>"Try again sucker. Actually, hold up, Gina, give the guy some room to speak."
>Gina's fat ass lifts up slightly as you take a deep breath and scream in the girliest voice ever-
>"MAMAAAAAAMMMMPHHHHHSPLLLRGGURGLRT!"

>Gina stands up, and positions her cunt over face, the jiggling, dripping, pie splattering you with liquid honey and ambrosia.
>She slams right down and to avoid drowning in literal pussy, you start eating.
>The incredibly dense load of cum is given more leeway to move up through your dick, but it's not even halfway finished yet.
>Screaming as you eat, her pussy looks more like it's frothing than its leaking profusely.
>Anonymoo playfully laughs as she teases you, and starts to gradually tighten and loosen herself.
>Slowly but surely, the wad travels up your pipe, the meat pulsating, your hips frantically trying to thrust under the thousand pound mistress that's taken total and absolute control in this insane fever dream.
>Finally, you're halfway, but it's not enough.
>Gina gets up, you've eaten enough of the thick liquid spilling out, and you hastily cough, spitting up caught ropes of her nectar,
>"W-why is it NNNNGH....why is it so SWENNNNNGHEET?!"
>Moo contracts and releases again and again in quick succession laughing all the way. Her curt frame jiggles with each hearty laugh and giggle, milk spilling out of control.
>"It's literally honey. As per being servants of Miss Moo here, we can take on certain...attributes."
>"One of the ones we found that worked quite well was using a special form of honey that would act as both a lubricant, stimulant, and a nice snack."
>"It can come out of any part of our body, tear ducts, saliva, cunt walls...Hell, if you like armpits, you can lick mine as I work out and suck whatever honey is secreted."
>"But, if you want us to change flavors or swap to milk instead-" Gina grunts and a thick milk spills out of her cunt, gushing, torrential downpour on your face"-go ahead and ask."
>Your sputter a bit, but your lips respond differently. Plumping up, nice and soft, you lick your lips with your slightly longer tongue, tasting the warm milk on your face.
>You're too far gone from asking once more, as Moo continues to tease you to an edge that would cut diamond.
>Then something starts to burn inside.

>You don't know what it is, but it's rough, mean, aggressive, it's something that was never a part of your personality-until now.
>Helplessness turns to annoyance as it turns to rage, and you start flexing your Minotaur-level kegel muscles to get it all out.
>All of it.
>Your urethra builds up in size, the NUTT becoming incredibly dense. More and more cum packed tighter and tighter, but it no longer hurts.
>Moo continues to keep a tight grip on you, her warm lips shafted around the base of your Buster Sword.
>Your balls, which are currently caressed by the gigantic ass that belongs to Moo, gurgle and surge violently, growing larger, heavier, denser in size.
>A moment of clarity comes to you in the midst of the girls rotating rubbing themselves all over you to keep your horny.
>Anna's swollen gut brushes your soft belly and she's pumps you full of her milk.
>Ada's forces you to deep, deep, passionate French kisses. Each time she rotates out, she sucks on your tongue, making it longer, fatter, a little more mobile and robust,
>Gina's ass continues to smother you and she forces you to eat out both holes, with her cunt dribbling pure honey, and her ass pumping out the thick milk she greedily consumes from Anonymoo's breasts.
>By now, you're just waiting for a tongue to bust out of either one and start doing an Ada on you.

>It's been 5 rotations so far, and your nutsack has bloated to twin basketballs underneath. Your cock can't even grow out anymore, the pressure caused by the white bomb inside and Anonymoo's kung-fuck grip has stopped any growth from occurring.
>You're so hard, at this point, there's no MOH level to measure you to. You have become the hardest metal in the universe.
>Suddenly, without warning- Your nuts surge and violently shake. The feeling is pleasurable, making you grunt, huff, and moan as primal, animalistic instincts rise to the surface.
>Deep inside the highly overdeveloped testicles, something takes place-A synthesis, cells secreting and creating new hormones not seen before.
>One of them being a form of a myostatin inhibitor-that is, muscles.
>Meat surges throughout your body as you pull off the GOAT crunch with your fat covered, hyper-dense abs.
>The servants tumble and jiggle around before getting back up, only to witness the impossible.
>The growth spurt dumped an extra 5 inches on you, but blew up your ass and thighs into funbags.
>80 inches around, you've caught up with the rest of the group, but are still behind in size.
>Your calves are thick, loaded muscle covered in softness.
>"MOO?!?!" the green giant squeals.
>Everything jiggles and trembles as you PICK UP Anonymoo.
>The servants simply stare in awe at the insane act, fat rolls being gripped underneath by your thick, but soft arms.
>Your breathing is ragged, but way more different than before. If you've seen the movie Split, imagine hearing the beast breath, now multiply it by 2.
>Steam vents from your nose, your mouth, internal body temperature risen higher than before.
>Smoothly, without a hitch in your words, your crystalline, not-nearly baritone feminine voice rings out "I'm going to come, and you're going to take it. All of it."
>Standing up, your nuts would have almost hung down almost past your knees, but thanks to the spandex and additional muscles, everything is compacted tight a little bit above.
>Your muscled layered ass tightens, and your asshole puckers, almost feeling a bit fuller, though not much. You shrug off that thought and focus on the real goal at hand.
>Everything is crystal clear, it's almost as if you've had a reboot in your brain or something.
>Gripping moo, you carry her out on your giant tree trunk of a dick to the pool outside.
>It's empty, but that's what matters.
>Walking to the edge of the deep end, you position yourself accordingly.
>"If what I feel is what I think it is, then I HAVE to do this..." you grunt underneath the green mass.
>She continues to frantically squeal, wondering what is happening...
>Then you push.
>Again.
>And again.
>And again.
>And again.
>Each push making the thick wad tighter and more compact, each push causing your nuts to surge and gurgle violently, and each push gradually adding a couple inches to your cock.
>She notices what's happening and her face is a mixture of excitement and confusion.
>"Moo?"
>It begins.

>Your dick wins out in the competition of pressure, and the walls of your urethra open up.
>The thick load bubbles out to the tip, gradually filling her.
>It's so dense and heavy that you struggle to push it out in go, but instead focus on getting dollop by dollop.
>The consistency is beyond thicc.
>Moe comes out, and finally, the big one pushes upwards.
>You roar in relief as you pump her full of the monster wad, finally free to let loose a less dense torrent of cum.
>Femanon is eating your ass out as this goes on, Gina's been behind you the entire time pinching and playing with your thick nipples under the sports bra they put on you.
>The other two are aiding you in holding up Anonymoo's increasing weight until it's too much.
>Falling back, she almost falls into the deep end of the pool, save for your enormous overgrown dong plugging her up and holding on.
>Her womb suddenly bloats and expands, gurgling sounds underneath.
>As it would be, because your cum was so incredibly dense, all the molecules and shit were pushed together, not too different from a neutron star.
>Different from a neutron star though, they needed an external force to keep them compressed.
>The inside of Moo that's not her vagina made a poor replacement for that.
>Flipped upside down, you dump and pump as hard as you can, as she continues to grow.
>Her gut reaches down into the floor of the deep end, and you're howling and crying at the same time, dopamine flooding the brain, receptors firing off so much that you're seeing colors and stars.
>Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted by the green growing mass.

>Pulled into the pool, you continue to bestially nut and cream your way to what might be Sex Valhalla should you die of pleasure here.
>Skin prickling, tingling in extremities, goosebumps, slurring of speech, you're lost in this Ascendant Boar-Like orgasm. (Fun fact, IRL, some Boars ejaculate/orgasm for up to 15 minutes.)
>You're drunk in the pleasure, high on your own blood, and unaware of your surroundings-
>Yet, you know there is one thing you must do.
>You must SMASH.
>Poor Anonymoo's tummy fills half the pool, bloating out of control no longer from the unfolding of the hyper compact cum, but from your incessant jizz storm.
>Roughly grabbing both of Anna's tits, you mash yourself into the strongfat woman as she encapsulates you.
>Both nipples fit down your throat, she's gotten bigger again.
>Milk jets and burbles as you swallow and cum at the same time.
>Ada's thick tongue is massaging your prostate, provoking orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
>Femanon and Gina are both squeezing and massaging your swollen gonads in an attempt to end the monster cumshot.
>Finally, you slow down, and after 5 hours of constant filling, you walk off the bloated mound that is Anonymoo's womb, filled to the brim and beyond with your superhuman spunk.
>"Alright ladies, that was fucking AMA-"
>You stop midsentence as your incredibly dense, but flaccid cock pumps right back up to a 2 foot by 5 inches.
>"Half-chub needs a half-chub... GINA, get your fatass over here!"
>She simply walks over to you, her will no longer influenced by Moo-as long as she is sleeping, and she's snoring a storm up.
>She walks over to your towering 7 foot frame, and bends over.
>You pick her up with one hand and impale her on your pole, stretching her out.
>It's not long after a couple hundred wet thrusts within 3 minutes that you start blasting out the baker's icing.
>She fills up instantly, her squeals cut short as she's pumped full of your seed, and it comes frothing and gushing out of her mouth.
>You continue to pump, relishing the pleasure of turning the caramel bunny into a cake decoration funnel.
>Finally, you slide her off, and she stumbles and slumps on the ground, giggling, devoid of any rational thought for the moment.
>Anna's grips your dick with gusto sucking and slurping with an exceptionally long and rough tongue.
>The friction it causes rubs and slips around, wrapping and tightening, gripping and slipping, every trick in the book.
>Finally she takes the head in her mouth.
>Without warning, she starts sucking.

>You nut without hesitation, but find yourself in a battle to dump more than she can suck, and soon you both are working in tandem as you lean back on her massive gut dumping load after load.
>Her asshole puckers before blasting out a batch of thick, creamy, and healthy gunk into the pool.
>You shove her hard as you can in the pool, now filled with a mixture of cum, breast milk, and honey, all stupidly dense and thick.
>The redhead is gone, she's drunk on your cum and her musclegut isn't muscly enough to handle the additional padding that came with your white whirlpool.
>Sliding out and off of her, you stomp towards Ada and Femanon.
>Ada's tongue, while not as rough or large as Anna's, moves faster by a HIGH margin and flicks and goes inside your urethra to stimulate.
>Seconds later, you're latched on femanon pumping away, filling her up to the brim.
>Finally, you grab both of them, mash their bellies together, and start working the gut-zuri until you start dumping like crazy.
>Balls surging, producing more and more of that fresh thick batch, your cock working in and out, urethra pulsing and glorping to eject the white-hot seed, your slaps and moans are the only things that fill the room.
>Your ass claps with each thrust and you finally finish, feeling yourself go flaccid for once.
>Lying one of the benches, you turn your head to look at Anonymoo's mountainous form.
>It's not there.
>Neither are the servants.

>You shoot right back up, grunting, wondering what the hell is going on.
>Suddenly, the spandex melts off of you.
>Looking down, you see black straps rising from the cracks in the floor.
>Your attempt to run is blocked, feet strapped down to the floor.
>More straps, rise up, wrapping around your legs, your chest, your ass.
>Everything bulges outwards as the straps melt and form rubber and spandex clothing.
>Assless short chaps display your burgeoning buns to the whole world.
>Your chest is wrapped by a spandex top, jet black, but your nipples are thick and erect, poking through.
>You feel everything...condense...and tighten.
>Looking down, your balls have been compacted to the size of grapefruits once more.
>Your cock is the size of 2 soda cans put together.
>Moaning and grunting, you grope at it trying to get your meat out, but sits there, rigid, a package tied tight.
>You jam your hand in your ass trying to hit your prostate only to find it covered by the chaps.
>Sexual urges overtake you and you bulge outwards in an attempt to find release.
>Collapsing on the ground, everything shakes, jiggle, and gurgles as your form becomes even more feminine.
>Looking down on the ground with tears streaming down your face, you see your reflection in the tile floor-
>A smooth, feminine face looks back. It could be mistaken for a boy, but it's soft, the features are pleasing to look at.
>Your lips are plump, dyed jet black and the eyeliner and make up is mostly different hues of pink and black.
>Your hair is blacked out as well, some tips of your bangs covered in pink.
>Suddenly, two green feet in cowprint sandals obscure your view.

>You look up, it's...Anonymoo.
>Except she's smaller.
>Like, fuck, maybe 1/2th of her original size.
>Everyone surrounds you, and Anna chuckles quietly.
>"Not bad laddy, though I would've preferred you to dump your load in my belly button."
>"Don't worry, it won't hurt anything, everyone's got… attributes...yours included."
>She lightly presses her foot into your meatpack, and you grunt seize up.
>Anonymoo picks you up with surprising ease despite her size and locks lips with you.
>Her arm wraps around your head keeping you in place, while she snaps the strap on your ass, causing you to squeal a bit.
>She gropes and smacks both cheeks while Gina and the others massage your bursting crotch.
>Finally, she looks at you, deep into you, you can hear a voice.
>It's sweet, warm, and more than enough to make anyone's heart melt-or freeze up, depending on the tone.
>"Today, you're working here. No if, ands, or buts."
>"Today, you're mine."
>Gina pipes up-"This is the REAL lifetime subscription bud."
>Going limp in her arms, I simply drift off to sleep, despite by intense urges.

>Time passes.
>Weeks really.
>As things are now, I'm Anonymoo's mate for life.
>That was the first thing I found out.
>The second thing I found out was that the dead chick who died in the gym?
>That's actually Anna, she was in a near death state, slipping between the world of the living and dead.
>And in that empty space between worlds, she met Anonymoo.
>Deals were made, and she..."survived" for a lack of a better word.
>Technically, she and the other servants are part of Moo, but at the same time, they aren't.
>I've become the muscle around here helping Anna rebuild the gym.
>Turns out, Anonymoo wants to use this gym as cover for helping people relieve themselves-For free...if you can call it "free."
>So, I get a call from some of my friends about how the town is, I simply text back to come on over.
>When they arrived at the door, there were so many boys and girls, my former friends, that the servants were absolutely delighted.
>I could only feel the bulge of my crotch tighten, the shifting of the pink spandex as my cock filled out, balls expanded, and ass jiggling out.
>The sweat and spunk building up underneath, I was dripping like crazy.
>I purposelessly pushed my pants down a bit, ad snapped my fingers.
>Fatter and thicker, my thighs and ass billowed out once more to their original size.
>Even to this day I'm still wearing those clothes they gave me, despite being given the threads woven by the madam herself near the end of our first encounter. 
>They couldn't see me, thanks to Ada's illusions.
>But man, I could see all the possibilities of them.
>We're going to have so much fun with these new friends.



Special Extra-Fetishy Alternate Ending (Starts from line 414)

>Anna's swollen gut brushes your soft belly and she's pumps you full of her milk.
>Ada's forces you to deep, deep, passionate French kisses. Each time she rotates out, she sucks on your tongue, making it longer, fatter, a little more mobile and robust,
>Gina's ass continues to smother you and she forces you to eat out both holes, with her cunt dribbling pure honey, and her ass pumping out the thick milk she greedily consumes from Anonymoo's breasts.
>By now, you're just waiting for a tongue to bust out of either one and start doing an Ada on you.
>Gina goes for the 6th rotation, and this time you notice something is different.
>Milk and honey pours out of her backside, and her asshole puckers up and plumps up, fatter and fatter, almost resembling a large bunched up doughnut.
>She plants it down on your lips as you proceed to eat her out once more, but something is amiss.
>Moo lets up the pressure on your cock and proceeds to milk you intensely.
>Some shuffling around later, and Anonymoo is now on top of you, straddling you in the mating press.
>Ada and Anna go for your backside while Moo pumps you dry.
>Their tongue flow and fatten out of their mouth, then connect as they spiral towards your puckering asshole.
>Gina merely wipes her hand on her cunt and slathers the thick slop onto your asshole.
>You feel your bumhole pucker then fatten, bigger and bigger until it's pleasurably rubbing together.
>Suddenly, something large inserts itself inside.

>You gasp, inhaling some honey dripping out of moo's skin, and cough as you feel your prostate being pushed and prodded by the massive writhing twin-tongue assault.
>Somehow, some way, you continue to start nutting again.
>It's starting to slow down, so Anonymoo beckons over Femanon.
>Femanon plugs herself on both nipples, bloats up and lays her gigantic ass on your face once more.
>The same thing happens again, pucker, puff up, and soften. Thick milk pours out of her ass into your mouth, rebuilding your pumping session and your immense concrete pillar of a hardon.
>Bucket after bucket of cum, swallowing gallon after gallon of milk, Anonymoo plucks Femanon off once more and pulls off of you.
>The tongue team in the back stops, and as you lie there, Anna walks up with her massive gut.
>You can hear a sucking, slurping sound coming from her belly button and a gurgling sound from her tits.
>Suddenly, her breasts expand slightly, the nipples opening up to reveal fat lips with tongues running around about.
>Her belly button sucks inward before forming a plump soft mouth, a wet hole that would soon encapsulate your cock.
>She dives down, belly first and engulfs you.
>Instantly, the vacuum does one of two things-
>Drains you of any seed you might have.
>Fattens your cock up even further, reaching the width of a small tree.
>Anna simply smiles as her belly swells with seed.
>Gina reseats herself on top of you, and proceeds to feed from the Moo Madame again.
>Milk pumps down your throat once more, there's no end to it.
>But at least Anna has stopped milkin-

>No, she swapped to her titties.
>They engulf and slurp and suck away, causing you to grow even larger and harder.
>The cumshots are too much, each and everyone causes you to squeal and cry in pleasure.
>Finally, all 5 of them surround your thickened mast.
>You can feel someone standing on your nuts, but you’re lost in a chemical paradise.
>Licking, slurping, and finally, the ejaculation follows up.
>You stare at Gina's plump butthole as you feel yourself nut so hard that you think you hear screaming from somewhere, only to realize it's coming from you.
>harder and harder, the cumshot keeps building in size and rate, you think you can't keep up but it turns out you can.
>Looking down once more, Moo has engulfed the tip completely, wrecking the room in the process.
>Her ass legs billow out and bust down the walls with ease, her tis lactate thick milk, longer than normal.
>You try to get up, but can't.
>Oversized meat pins you to the ground, even after she's done slurping on you.
>6, 7 feet, and only the void knows how thick the mast was.
>Your nuts are the size of beach balls, and your ass is nothing more than a plump set of buns, 2 feet sticking out from your waist.
>Suddenly, the gigantic Anonymoo reaches forward, lifting your balls and fitting an exceedingly large nipple into...
>Uh oh.
>Your stomach bloats as gallon after gallon of milk is pumped into to you.
>Endless nutting occurs, and you watch yourself almost reach the ceiling before Gina walks over, and sits right back down on your face.
>Lost in the madness, you embrace the warm bakery and proceed to eat away the honey pumping out of her, while your arms flab up a bit.
>You swallow one last thick wad of honey last time before feeling and exceedingly large pair of lips wrap around the tip and slide down.
>Passing out from the resulting orgasm, they would later tell you that it was like you had a seizure crossed with a night terror.

>You didn’t care though, you took your chubby, jiggling, self to the front desk and sat your pink fat JellO-ass down to wait for the customers-a young lady and her brother to walk in.
>Business is going to be good you think to yourself, as your crotch fattens and swells up, staining the pink spandex with copious amounts of pungent spunk.