The Birth of a Futa Goddess (Full)

Here is a commissioned story from the recent call, featuring Lynn and Penny. You can read the whole ebook here (or go the extra mile to get the ebook formats on Amazon or Smashwords.)

Her friend is becoming a futa goddess—and only she can tell!

Penny and Lynn are no strangers to hyper futa shenanigans in between—or during—their dungeon-delving adventures. But when a magic mishap makes Lynn more hung than ever (and growing by the minute), it falls to Penny to save the city from drowning in the desires of its newest goddess. A goddess that, along with the rest of the world, is utterly blind to the wild changes of her body. Only Penny is left to witness her ascent (and her deliciously multiplying endowments) in incredulous excitement—and shock, as it all gets out of hand.

Can Penny resist indulging in Lynn’s bottomless bounty? How far can history stretch to handle an ever-growing godddess? And what will break first? The enchantment—or the futa-flooded city?

This 8,600 word story contains: Unaware Transformation, Hyper Futa Growth (Mild to Extreme), Futanari on Female, Multi-Endowments (Mild to Extreme), Expansion, Absurd Amounts of Fluids, Belly Inflation, Ascension.

The Birth of a Futa Goddess

An Unaware Hyper Futa Transformation

All adventurers take risks. It’s a self-selecting process. The heroes of legend, the men and women that every starry-eyed kid grows up idolizing, are those few reckless enough to keep rolling the dice and lucky enough to keep beating the odds; the kind of people to make bookies and conmen break out in cold sweat just by passing them on the street.

This thrill-seeking behavior was the only explanation for the success of Mina’s Alchemical Emporium. Sensible shoppers kept their distance to her workshop—the frequent explosions and the cloud of sulfur took care of that—but her wares were always in demand among those less weighed down by the instinct of self-preservation. As a bonus, her customer base often flush with ill-gotten gold, from this or that dungeon, and were eager to spend it before the law or some avenging ghost caught up with them. Mina, for her part, didn’t fear either.

Lynn and Penny fit perfectly into the mold of their adventuring idols. They were young, capable, and had never even heard of survivorship bias. Riding the high of their most recent exploits, there was no better time to replenish their stocks before the next world-altering calamity materialized to require their attention.

Lynn was the taller of the two, a graceful dragonkin with black hair and teal highlights, with a subtle smattering of scales gracing her skin at her shoulders and thighs. She was the close-combat fighter, wearing heavy armor and arming herself with a vicious axe. Perfect for grabbing the attention of an angry monster while her friends circled around to stab it in the back. A task that Penny excelled at: She was a redhead, nimble as a panther—naturally, being a catgirl proper—and twice as cute; as quick to get herself into trouble as she were to twist back out of it. Which, for obvious reasons, came in handy in a place as volatile as the Alchemical Emporium (an establishment that had seen firework manufacturers flee in shock).

“Let’s see. Potion of Cat’s Quickness, Owl’s Wisdom… Oh look, here’s one for you!” Penny said, laughing as she tossed the glass vial at Lynn, who swiftly caught it and read off the singed label.

“Bull’s Virility? Really?” Lynn said, raising her—momentarily, his—eyebrow, her form changing, like the flowing of water, into a masculine figure for just long enough to make the point. “You think I need any help in that department?”

“That’s why it suits you! It’s no use to me,” Penny continued, smooth as butter. “I’m being very thoughtful, I know. You can thank me later. You, and whoever ends up on the other end of it.”

“No use is not how I’d describe your last foray into futa magic. You ended up flooding… how many buildings again?” Lynn weighed the little potion in her hand, then tossed it back to the catgirl. “No, you’re the expert. You take it.”

“Eh, nobody were using those storehouses for anything important. I did the city a favor, clearing them out. Though I did promise I wouldn’t do something like that ever again, so… I won’t touch something like that for at least a few more weeks. Ooh, look at this one! Mixture of Multiplicity. That sounds useful in a pinch, huh? Like if you have too many cute ladies to smooch at once.”

“Sounds like the Haven council’s about to have another problem on their hands. Unless they finally kick you out for good.”

“Nah, they wouldn’t. I’m too cute. Look, this one’s all swirly and pink. About time Mina added some flavorings to all her gooey junk.”

Penny emptied the wooden rack as she went through it, insistent on inspecting every flask in detail before tossing them to Lynn for her opinion. Which was all well and good, except for her breakneck pace, which left Lynn working up a sweat juggling and replacing the delicate potions. Three of which had begun to bubble vigorously.

“Isn’t this a bit much? How many of these do we really need?” Lynn asked.

“Oh, all of them. Or maybe just a few? Who can say, really?”

“Whatever you’re thinking, cut it in half. And Don’t let Mina catch you jostling them around so much. They might be—“

Volatile, Lynn had meant to say—if she hadn’t been so rudely interrupted by the sudden detonation of alchemical solutions. One after the other, stoppers popped and glass shattered, spraying a dizzying variety of colors—real and impossible—across the cramped storage space that made up the Emporium’s showroom.

“What the fuck was that!?” a terrifying, high-pitched voice screeched from the other side of the potion-splattered wall, which was now somehow all at once freezing, melting, and vaporising.

Lynn and Penny did not answer the angry alchemist, nor did they wait for the smoke to clear.

They ran for it.

***

“I can see everything!”

“Rinse your eyes again,” Lynn told the squirming catgirl and shoved her back under the water. “Preferably before you bring half the City Watch down here with your performance.”

“Blurgh! Fine.”

The rowdy pair had made their way down to the river, washing off in the shade of the Bridge of Sacrifices. Nobody remembered who had been killed or for what reason, but the gargoyles lining the structure made for excellent climbing opportunities. Today, they watched over Lynn and Penny while the commotion died down.

“Well. That’s another neighborhood to avoid for a while,” Lynn mused. “Hopefully Mina won’t hold a grudge for too long. I’m not going into battle without a fresh supply of health pots.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. She forgets quickly. All the explosions, see. Hell, a shakeup like that was probably due, anyway.” Penny put on a bright smile and walked out of the water to check on her drying clothes. “And I grabbed a few things on the way out. Enough to last us through a scrap or two.”

Lynn couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, okay. Just on the off chance that we didn’t do enough crimes in one go, huh?”

“Just keeping us in the game, my noble friend. Someone has to. Plus, it would’ve been a waste to leave them behind to go up in smoke! Think of the planet, huh?”

“I will. As soon as I figure out a way to leave you unsupervised for five minutes without setting something on fire.” Lynn splashed her face in the cold water and shuddered. “That ought to do it.”

“It wasn’t technically fire this time…” Penny started, then trailed off as Lynn left the water—looking rather more impressive than usual.

“Hey, Lynn?” Penny called, “Are you still trying to make a point?”

“About what?” Lynn asked, entirely ignoring the floppy foot-long between her legs. Twelve inches of cock was putting it conservatively, Penny decided, her tail briefly swishing very fast as she pictured how it’d look fully hard.

“About… well, the Bull’s Virility, of course. Don’t think I don’t see through you. You’ve never made yourself that hung in my presence before. Didn’t know you could shapeshift that far, actually.”

“Penny, what in the blazes are you talking about?” Lynn said, setting her eyes on the catgirl.

“I’m talking about your fat dick, dummy! What else?” She pointed indignantly down at the package on display, a weighty, if attractive, stumbling block on Lynn’s otherwise feminine body. So weighty, in fact, that Penny narrowed her eyes and gasped, jabbing her finger at it  with renewed vigor.

“You did it again, you made it bigger! Now I know you’re fucking with me,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“You might’ve hit your head a little harder than you thought in the potion-shop,” Lynn suggested. “Maybe you should have another dip before we leave, freshen up.” She headed towards her clothes, hanging off the cluster of tenacious branches protruding between the slabs of stone of the bridge embankment.

“Hey, I’m not throwing shade on it or anything. It’s a cool trick, I wish I could do that. But you could at least have let me know, you know? I’m a bit of a size queen.”

“Size empress, more like,” Lynn interjected.

“Yeah, that too, thanks. So of course you can’t keep something like that a secret from me! How long have you been hiding it?”

Lynn pulled on her top and offered Penny a shrug.

“I haven’t,” she told her, plain and simple. Only, as Lynn turned to face her friend, there was, undeniably, a lot of swinging going on at crotch-height. And what Penny saw contradicted the dragonkin’s statement in every way.

“You’ve got two?” Penny cried, her eyes bulging as she stared, wide-eyed and salivating, at the pair of penises hanging between Lynn’s legs. Side by side, perfectly formed, and—Flux save her—so enormous that they nearly touched her knees!

“H-how!? What kind of quick-change bullshit is this and why have you kept it from me?” the catgirl continued, reeling with shock.

“Penny, in the nicest possible way,” Lynn said, putting her hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “What in the world are you freaking out about?”

“Your mouth-wateringly fat dicks, of course! C’mon! Are you… Ah, right! It’s the fucking potions! I thought we got it all washed off in time, but I guess not. You’re particularly susceptible to mutagens, of course. But don’t tell me you’re not at least feeling funny. I mean, jeez, those boys are like, the size of my forearm…”

She trailed off, grasping one of Lynn’s veiny shafts. It made her jittery to confirm for herself just how hefty the shaft felt in her hand, doubly so when it throbbed with a power that made her shiver and pushed her fingers apart.

Lynn smiled, as sweet and patient as ever. “Don’t know what to tell you.”

“You can tell me how amazing it must feel.” Penny said, eying her friend’s heavy, duplicated balls. “Must’ve been some premium fucking product that went up in that blast. Potent stuff. Are… are they getting bigger?”

“No,” Lynn said, while her enormous cocks undeniably grew too thick for Penny’s hand to encircle even half-way. They were beyond knee-length, now, far closer to touching the ground, if not for the inexorable, rising erection that sent them jutting forwards, virile and unyielding.

“Lynn. You’ve got dicks bigger than my arms. You’re well on your way to become… well, a tripod, but with two extras. Are you going to tell me with a straight face that this doesn’t merit at least the appearance of shock?”

The enormously endowed dragonkin gave an awkward smile. She might have been apologetic, if she only she could figure out what for. Instead, she shrugged again and gave Penny’s shoulder a—hopefully—encouraging squeeze.

“I’m not shapeshifting right now, Penny. I’m not being affected by the aftershocks of the explosion. I’m just regular Lynn, just as you’ve always known me.” A low rumble emanated from her monstrous packages as she spoke, culminating in a sharp, sudden duplication of her cocks into four immense shafts. Lynn's gaze didn’t waver for even a second.

“I’ve always looked like this.”

***

The mind boggled.

Chiefly, in Penny’s case, as she watched Lynn stuff her impossible penises into her pants in a feat of wrangling that defied several rules of physics at once. In the process, her pants had changed to accommodate the hefty size at play, bulging obscenely from the burlap sack-like addition to her crotch. But though Lynn’s growing endowments were a significant—if enjoyable—distraction, the more ominous part of the ordeal was her continuing refusal to acknowledge that it was happening.

“So,” Penny ventured as the pair headed back into town, “your shapeshifting ability. It’s always just been about small details, right? How big, theoretically, could you grow your… your bits, if you wanted?”

“Not sure. Don’t think I ever tried really pushing the envelope,” Lynn said. “It’s not like I need to puff myself up, you know?”

Penny eyed her wobbling bulge. “You’ve got that right. But you must’ve at least thought about it. I would’ve.”

“That’s why you’re the one with a formal ban against using futa magic,” Lynn said, giving a good-natured laugh as they turned onto the main street. “It’s fine, I don’t mind. It is pretty nifty to be able to change my eyes, my hair… saves a lot of hassle at the salon. But it’s not like I can suddenly become someone else.”

“Right,” Penny repeated. Her tail stiffened with trepidation. There were lots of people around on the main street; her friend’s pornographic transformation was bound to attract attention. She steered Lynn towards the shadows, keeping a close eye on everyone who watched them pass.

Lynn, for her part, walked along in her usual manner, unhurried and—miraculously, given the obvious heft of her packages—unencumbered. “Hello!” she called, raising her hand in greeting as she passed a street vendor practically falling out of her stall to shove a steamed bun into her hand.

“Ssh!” Penny said, pulling Lynn sharply away. “Don’t make people look!”

“Why? Are we… are you not supposed to be here?” Lynn said, perplexed. “Oh. You’re worried about the guards. Don’t worry about it, kitty. If Mina’s angry with us, she’ll send something far more obvious.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. Your dicks…” Penny had taken pains to avoid looking down at Lynn’s wobbling bulge, but now she did; and though the motion and the heavy fabric made it harder to tell, Penny knew, in her heart of hearts, that her friend’s incredible cocks were still growing heavier. They proved it, then, as a great big tear appeared before Penny’s eyes, the first sign of the catastrophic wardrobe malfunction that would surely follow.

That’s when she realized that she was going to have to fix it.

Lynn, however, was already waving at the next friendly face. “How’re you doing, Madam Mandeville?”

“You’re gonna cause a scene!” Penny hissed.

“No, you’re causing a scene! What’s the matter with you, Penny?”

“The matter is,” she said, gesturing rudely for Mandeville to get out of the way, “that you’re about to display your privates in public!”

“I am?” Lynn asked, frowning. “And don’t you do that, like, every weekend?”

“That’s beside the point!”

The sound of tearing fabric intensified. Penny had only seconds left to get Lynn off the street. But where? How? Even the alleyways crawled with people. All she do was to hope that dear Madam Mandeville wouldn’t get knocked down by the imminent cock-splosion. But despite the clear threat building between Lynn’s legs, the unmissable, scandalous display of futa excess, even the prim old Madam merely nodded her greeting at Lynn and continued on her way.

That’s when the proverbial penny dropped. She was, truly, the only one agitated by her friend’s outrageously fat, bouncing bulge. Nobody else spared it a second glance, even when its exaggerated wobbling came within inches of dick-slapping them out of the way. What the hell was going on?

What was going on was the catastrophic decompression of Lynn’s packages. First, there was a sound of fabric ripping apart, rising slowly until it hit a critical point and burst open with sudden, swift violence. Then the dragonkin’s cocks flopped out, all four of them, mixing in a meaty tangle as her equally overwhelming ballsacks crowded between her legs. They’d qualified as Lynn’s third (and fourth, fifth, and sixth…) leg when Penny had last caught sight of them. But they’d been soft then; now they were hard as rock—and throbbing harder, still—rising upwards as they pulsed and swelled, euphoric with freedom. All that pent-up energy had to go somewhere…

To the relief of Penny’s sanity, such as it was, Lynn herself finally appeared to react to her changes. She faltered, leaning against the sun-baked wall beside them as her attentions went to her body-dwarfing penises.

“I need… a moment,” she said, her breathing growing shallow.

“You don’t fucking say,” Penny said, seeing the disaster play out as she had warned. But the satisfaction of being proven right turned sour as she glanced around the street to find that… nobody cared.

“Still?” Penny sputtered, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re jerking off a bouquet of five-foot dicks in public and not a single person bats a goddamn eye?”

“Ssh. Inside voice, please,” Lynn said, grunting with the effort and barely controlled pleasure of working her massive shafts. “Trying to focus, here. You know how it is.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Would you like me to encourage you instead? ‘Yes, Lynn, please grow more freaky huge dicks. It’s so great I’m apparently the only one who can tell the difference. A fine mess that I’ll have to sort out. As usual.’”

Lynn was too absorbed in getting off to reply to the bristling redhead. Pleasing her enormous cocks was a whole-body effort: her hands stroked, her thighs squeezed, and her hips moved back and forth, grinding her numerous shafts against themselves and the street below, which had already turned into an ankle-deep puddle of precum spreading to all sides to make more surface area for Lynn’s sensitive, bulging flesh to rub against. Her efforts bore fruit. The graceful warrior moaned, squirming and shaking, making a mockery of the public decency laws. And to Penny’s mounting horror, it was becoming clear that her transformation had thus far only been a warm-up.

“H-hey! Cut that out!” the catgirl cried desperately, her eyes drawn to the swelling manhoods between Lynn’s legs. “I didn’t mean that literally, you know that!”

But there was no stopping the overhung dragonkin. A quartet of five-foot cocks was a tremendous sight, more than any sane man or women knew to deal with; and yet somehow they seemed a natural fit on Lynn, an extension of her overwhelming sexuality. Which somehow remained the case as she had her first multi-dicked orgasm and—amidst a flurry of ridiculously messy cumshots splashing across the wide, trafficked street—grew four additional shafts and scrotums in one tremendous surge.

Penny gawked at the scene. What else could she do? To her continued disbelief, the field of forced normality around Lynn continued to hold, even as Lynn’s cum rained down on the passersby, who, instead of reacting with shock and anger, uniformly hurried into cover and carried on as if caught in the rain—which, Penny had to concede, Lynn might very well match in sheer volume before long. For her part, the catgirl ducked nimbly under a sloping roof, staying dry as Lynn hosed down the wide passage for the better part of a minute.

“Got it all out of your system?” she asked, without much hope. Lynn’s balls, if anything, only looked fatter than they had a moment ago—and she had twice as many of them now, churning away as if intent to flood the street entirely.

“For the moment,” Lynn said. Her voice was thick and raspy with the intensity of her sudden climax. “Why, you wanted to splash around? I can cum a little more if you like.”

“That’s not…” Penny started, before her eyes locked on to Lynn’s loins and noticed a crucial detail. The dragonkin’s cocks had reached past 6 feet at their hardest as she hit her crescendo… but now they were soft again and they had not shrunk. One. Bit. In fact, as Penny stared, all eight began to grow erect once more, packing on extra inches as never before. Those weren’t dicks, Penny decided; they were battering rams. Thick, juicy battering rams. She bit her lip.

“Don’t mention it,” Lynn said, swinging around her battery of cocks with impossible ease. “Happy to squeeze out another one for a friend. I know how you love your cumbaths.”

“You don’t have to. It’s really okay,” Penny said, staring down the eight gigantic shafts. She was pinned, backed into a corner. The dragonkin on the other end looked even bigger, somehow… but maybe that was just due to the multitude of enormous balls heaping up around her for lack of space.

Lynn cracked a smile. “It’s not every day that I have to convince you to sneak off for a quickie, huh?”

“Not every day you turn into a cock-topus, either.”

“Isn’t it?” Lynn laughed. “How would you know? We didn’t meet before I was triple-dicked. Certainly never heard any complaints about it before now.”

Penny squeezed her eyes shut, but there was no stopping her imagination racing ahead at a hundred miles per hour, and neither did the rest of her senses spare her from the extreme erotic excess of the scene; the warmth emanating off Lynn’s meaty cocks, the sounds of her inexorable expansion and the pitter-patter of her plentiful pre as it joined the puddle of spreading down both sides of the street, and the pungent sexual aroma of her loins, tinged with sweet vanilla; the kind of scent that made the catgirl’s sensitive nose jitter, drowning in futa pheromones.

“We’ve gotta fix this,” she said in a feeble voice.

“Fix what? Me not having enough cocks?”

Penny waved her hand. “This. All of this. Though I suppose I could indulge you, just this once…”

Lynn smiled. “Glad to hear it. I was starting to worry that something was troubling you.”

Penny opened her eyes and shuddered. Lynn’s mass of cocks had multiplied again, threatening to smother her bodily. She pressed her back into the wall, ears flattened as she looked over the insatiable crowd of bulging crowns.

“Yeah,” she said, “No troubles here…”

***

Somehow, they got to an inn.

Somehow, Lynn paid for a room.

Somehow, she crammed a veritable forest—in size as well as number—of shebull shafts through the door frame and onto the bed.

“This isn’t happening,” Penny stated, following in a daze. But despite her protestations, the world shifted around her, allowing the unreasonably hung dragonkin to advance without so much as a raised eyebrow. And now that they had reached their goal, she got to see first-hand how the dimensions of the comfy little room warped and expanded with a low creaking of wood, becoming like a royal ballroom to fit the whole of Lynn’s mind-bending endowments.

Even then, it was a stretch.

Lynn disrobed unhurriedly, as if she hadn’t been showing half the city her privates on the way here. Her crotch had turned into a nest of fleshy anacondas far grander than any monster than she and Penny had ever fought. They had kept swelling on the way to the inn—especially when she stopped to climax again—which meant that now, as she sat down, Penny faced a line of hallway-filling cocks.

“We’ve really got to fix this,” Penny muttered to herself.

“You worry too much,” Lynn said, laughing gently from the other side. “Live a little, kitty. Or do you think I’ve grown too big for you to handle?”

Penny stiffened. “I can handle anything.”

“Show me.”

Fine, Penny decided. I’ll show you. There’d be time to find out what was causing this. Time to interrogate that damned alchemist. If anything, threatening to drop one of those monster dicks on top of her shop should provide plenty of leverage. Might even finagle herself a future discount…

“Ahem.” Lynn rose a little higher, pushed upwards by the steady, churning expansion of her numerous balls.

“Right.” Penny rubbed her hands, considering how to approach the monumental task of having sex with Lynn at this size. She stripped herself with a practiced movement and put a hand on the foremost of Lynn’s massive shafts. “Try not to change too much while I’m climbing you, okay?”

“Change? Sure. Moving? …No promises,” Lynn said, grinning as her studly shafts throbbed with excitement, their pulsing sending tremors through the floor. All of which only intensified as Penny scaled her cockhead, sliding her supple, naked body across the tremendously sensitive tip.

Of course it grew. All of them did. But Penny knew what to expect by now and anticipated their wild, bucking movements, keeping her balance as Lynn’s two dozen penises jostled in place. She swung herself up, then, straddling the crown and drawing a deep breath from the dragonkin, who trembled atop her own throne of balls.

That was acceptable, Penny thought, smirking with satisfaction as she began to grind her heart-shaped bottom over Lynn’s glistening shaft. It gave her a queer sense of control, her hips now dictating the pulsing of her friend’s earth-shaking erections, though in truth it was no safer than riding a tiger. She had best hold on tight.

“Mmh, yes…” Lynn moaned, evidently in agreement. Her hands roamed across what she could reach of her body, squeezing her noticeably larger breasts in between working the base of her incredibly thick cocks. It was hard to keep track of her size, especially in this room where the space warped itself beyond comprehension, but Penny guessed that her inexorably swelling shafts were approaching the hundred foot mark, eagerly matched by the grape-like clusters of house-dwarfing ballsacks behind and below.

Yeah, Penny thought, a tiger would have been far less daunting. But this catgirl was no quitter. And so she dug her heels in and rode Lynn’s leviathan, using every trick she had; hips gyrating, hands caressing, kissing and licking and rubbing her soft, nimble self against the top of the mammoth cockhead that she steered. She was sopping wet, shivering as she ground against the slick, shiny shaft below—and her gratification only grew as felt firsthand how the fires of Lynn’s lust flared at her touch.

Lynn kept up the murmur of appreciative noises, though her words soon drowned in the rowdy soundscape of rumbling, creaking, and sloshing that emanated from her overeager packages—as well as from the building itself, as the dragonkin’s endowments tested even the limits of the normality field that kept the space intact.

“Haven’t lost my touch, eh?” Penny crooned, face flushing with excitement. Lynn’s cock felt so firm, so virile, so blazingly hot beneath her that grinding against it almost made her cum by accident. Once the surprise of just how her well her flooding cunt responded to the touch of the dragonkin’s skin—positively electrifying!—subsided, she proceeded to rub herself onto Lynn in earnest and earned two proper orgasms in quick succession, squirting wildly across the shebull’s monstrous shaft.

Say one thing for building-dwarfing hyper-futas: they don’t hide their enthusiasm. Lynn liked what Penny was doing. A lot. And so, with the power of the sea crashing upon the shore, she came.

Two dozen cocks gushed and grew. The first salvo saw Lynn cumming hard enough to flood the entire building. Then the street, the city block, and the whole damn district, the stream flowing forcibly, impossibly through the single door to their penis-filled pocket-plane, channeling a wild river of molten, vanilla-flavored cum.

The normality field held, but only just. And that wouldn’t cut it for long when Lynn’s lengths extended with every throb, swelling longer, thicker, juicier than ever. A hundred feet of cock became two hundred, her walls of balls rising and splitting in preparation for the imminent duplication of her dicks that, as they arrived, immediately launched Lynn into a second toe-curling orgasm.

It was not an exaggeration to say that Penny was swimming in cock. She had kept herself on top of things—quite literally, atop the highest cockhead in the bundle—but now that fresh shafts thrust themselves onto the field, the chaotic scramble threatened to knock Penny off her perch. Which, while it wasn’t a problem per se for a woman who tap-danced through arrow traps for a living, meant that she had better change up her approach.

There was no way in hell to halt the fury of Lynn’s orgasm. All Penny—and the rest of the city—could hope to do was to ride it out. And so, the catgirl decided, she might as well enjoy herself doing it. She called Lynn’s name and wiggled her backside suggestively.

“Don’t leave me out of the fun, big girl. Really gonna cum that hard and not fill me up in the process?”

The masses of cocks stiffened at that. All of sudden, it felt as if Penny had tumbled into a nest of vipers. Then Lynn moaned, delirious with pleasure, and shifted, growing a throng of new shafts, all aimed at Penny.

“There we go,” she quipped, slapping her ass to seal the deal. “Okay, Penny. Deep breaths.”

The size difference was so lopsided that Penny might as well have tried to fuck a castle keep. But unlike an unfeeling erection of stone, Lynn oh-so-clearly felt every touch and tease that Penny threw at her. And while the more reasonable part of the catgirl was pessimistic about their imminent coupling, her reckless decision center (enlarged, as ever, in those of the adventuring profession) drove her forward in the unwavering belief that it would All Work Out. So she spread her legs for the avalanche of cock coming at her, trembling as it reached her slick pussy.

And slid inside.

“Holy fuck!” was about all that she could manage, consumed and overpowered in an instant by the sensation of Lynn’s meaty rod shoving itself inside and stretching her impossibly around its mind-shattering girth. It went on and on, impatiently pushing deeper, throbbing and twitching all the way. And the gushing. Oh the gushing! Lynn’s endless orgasm had not abated in the slightest, and now that Penny sat snug on her shaft, the great flood of cum had only one place to go. Penny squirmed uncontrollably, moaning until her voice gave out, as Lynn—a primal force of excessive sexuality—cumflated her belly to kingdom come.

“Lynn, by all that is holy,” Penny howled, “keep fucking going!”

Penny needn’t worry: no force in the world could have made the ultra-hung dickgirl stop fucking her. She crammed in one cock after the next, her bottomless balls threatening to pump Penny full enough to turn her into a new moon. Lynn herself saw even further changes: her eyes shone with golden light, a halo formed over her head, and a great set of wings set with feathers, scales, and gemstones, burst out from her back. There was nothing subtle about her ascension—but then, who’d expect subtlety from a woman with enough dick to flatten half the city?

Still, the lovers moved together, moaning as the pace of their coupling intensified. That was when the sound of breaking timber and collapsing magic became loud enough to deafen them both. Penny jerked upright, for as much as she could, slowly realizing the obvious through her haze of ‘dear god please keep fucking me!’: Lynn had—finally—become too much to handle; not for Penny (she’d insist until her dying day), but for the normality field surrounding her. The distorted room could no longer hold. And so, in a single moment of catastrophic failure, the inn exploded, unleashing Lynn’s army of ladycocks upon a hapless city district that was already reeling from the inexplicable deluge of cum gushing through its streets.

Penny bore witness to it all. She was brought high into the air, clutching her sloshing belly from atop a ridiculous volume of cock, trying her best to ignore the havoc in favor of her third contiguous orgasm. But even drunk on lust, with a cum-sloshing belly the size of a ship, her sense of duty wouldn’t stay silent. Even if it, like the cocks inside her, grew harder to handle by the moment.

She had to fix this mess.

***

Mina was a hard woman to upset. You had to be, in her position. Not just to weather the occasional experiment blowing up in your face, but to handle her rowdy—bordering on the outright barbaric, complete with plunder and vandalism—customer base and the irritated officials coming round every so often to complain about the neighborhood being in more or less pieces than usual. Even without the mystical normality field in play, Penny wouldn’t have been surprised to find the master alchemist taking the Haven-wide cum-flood in stride—and indeed, as she arrived, the catgirl discovered a thrifty new side business of selling scrap-wood rafts and oars (slightly singed) from the now elevated windows of Mina’s Alchemical Emporium.

Penny was counting on that unflappability as she headed for the workshop for a solution to her problem. She elected not to waste any time getting a change of clothes from her lodgings, what with the utter chaos of the submerged streets and constant rain of cum—it had taken long her long enough to squeeze her bloated belly back to normal— so the catgirl showed up as naked as the day she was born and climbed into Mina’s workshop through a hole in the roof.

The alchemist herself, like most goblinkin, was short and stacked as hell. The top of her head barely reached Penny’s waist—not counting her ears—yet she boasted a booty so monumental she comfortably smothered any lap or face that she deigned to sit on; an act which, of course, was in high demand. She was working at her bench, her eyes glued to the exotic flasks as she transferred one brightly colored liquid in the another, drop by fizzing drop.

“Yes?” she demanded, without looking up, as Penny swung herself inside. “The shop’s downstairs.”

“I need your help.”

“Everyone needs my help. The shop’s downstairs.”

“It’s not that kind of request. This is an emergency.”

“I’m sure it is. Same answer.” Mina swirled her flask around, transferred some of the indigo liquid to a dropper, and deposited a single bead of it at the top of her cleavage. A moment later, the droplet vanished and her tits expanded by several cup sizes in a swift, thread-stretching push that left her poor top to hang on for dear life.

“Listen, you!” Penny shouted. “This whole damn place is in danger of drowning in cum and cocks. I need your help to stop it. You’re the only one who can!”

“Really? Doesn’t seem much worse than it was yesterday.” Mina finally turned towards the bristling catgirl. “Why do you want my help so badly? Your friends at the Academy turn you down?”

“It is worse, and it’ll get even crazier if I don’t stop it. For fuck’s sake, this is getting old fast. Yes, I need your help. Your potions created it. Your potions need to reverse it, too. Or did you think that my friend turned into a divinity of dick by a stroke of fate?”

“That’s usually how such monsters are created, are they not? Whims of the gods and all.” Mina considered the dropper again and allowed herself another quick application, much to the despair of her mistreated shirt, which tore apart under the bulging of her enormous, green boobs.

“Call it what you will. In this case, it was a freak accident between your wares and a natural shapeshifter. That the reason we’re currently sinking into a sea of cum.”

“Interesting. I’m not aware of any cases of apotheosis caused by my work. It would a great selling point if it did.” Mina’s eyes swiveled onto Penny’s, studying the catgirl like she might one of her experiments. “Say that I believe you, for the moment. What can you tell me about this incident? Where did it happen, what was involved? Be precise, please.”

“It was a lot of magic mixing together. I didn’t catalogue it all.” Penny bit her tongue. She hadn’t come up with a good lie to avoid admitting to blowing up the Emporium. Unless that, too, had been retconned by Lynn’s normality field. “It happened last Friday. Been getting worse at a meteoric rate since.”

“Your friend has reshaped the Borderlands themselves with her flow of cum. How could that have started just a week ago?”

“Because history keeps changing! Everyone just seem to think that it’s all normal, Lynn included, no matter how outrageously hung she gets! But it’s not normal, it’s not normal at all.”

“Sounds to me like you’re going a little crazy.”

“Me too,” Penny groaned, “but it’s true! We both got splashed with the potions, okay? There must’ve been something in that mix that triggered her transformation and left me clear-headed enough to see it. Does that make any sense to you? Please tell me it does.”

Mina considered the pleas of the stark naked adventurer who had broken into her workshop.

“It doesn’t,” she finally declared.

“Come on!”

“—But that doesn’t mean it can’t be true.” The alchemist gave Penny a wry look. “I have, in fact, been experimenting with an Elixir of Clarity. Mainly as the last word in hangover cures—you know how popular that would be—but without sufficient dilution, it has produced… unsettling effects on my test subjects. Turns out that being sober isn’t so much a default state as it is a middle ground between drunkenness and… something else. It may very well have peeled away the veil of changing reality for you.”

“Yes! That must be it. Too much clarity,” Penny said, awash with relief. “Thank the stars.”

“Thank me, not the stars. Though you might want to wait until you’ve found out if you’ll ever be able to get drunk again.” Mina stood up from her bench and inspected Penny. “In any case: how did you get it splashed all over yourself?”

“Well, along with all the rest. There were a bunch of potions exploding all at once. A chain reaction.”

“It wouldn’t happen to have had anything to do with an incident here in my shop, would it?”

“That’s a regular occurrence, yeah?” Penny said, failing to look innocent.

“Not as much as you’d think. And,” Mina continued, stepping up so close that her gigantic tits pillowed against Penny’s thighs, “I didn’t place my new elixir in the showroom until this morning. After which a pair of ne'er-do-wells blew it up. Curious, isn’t it?”

“Very,” Penny agreed. “Strange how these things happen.”

Mina looked fixedly at Penny for a moment. Then she turned on her heel and went right back to her alchemical experiments. “Good luck with your friend.”

“Wait, aren’t you going to help me out?” Penny said. “It’s chaos out there!”

“Not if you don’t help me.”

“I can pay you!”

“That’s not what I want.”

“What? Since when?” Penny snapped, dismayed. “What else can I give you?”

“A confession. I want to know every detail of the incident.”

Penny hated other people having leverage on her. Not nearly as fun as when she did the prodding. The idea of scanning through the Emporium on her own and simply taking what she needed briefly floated through her head, but was quickly dismissed. That attitude had steered her into enough trouble for one day.

Outside the windows, landscape-altering gouts of cum gushed through the air while the earth shook with each new multi-ton addition between Lynn’s legs. Penny viewed it briefly and finally caved.

“Fine. Sheesh! Yeah, we—I did it. It was an accident, okay?”

“I expected as much,” Mina said, turning back with a magnanimous smile on her face. “My insurance will be delighted to know. And to have a name to pin the blame on, naturally.”

Penny grumbled. “Sure, I’ll add them to the list of people chasing me to the ends of the multiverse. Now, will you help me stop Lynn’s ascension before this world turns into an elemental plane of cock? Or do you need to rub a little more salt in the wound first?”

“Tempting, but it’ll do for now. You’re off the hook… until we’ve stopped this god of yours.”

***

Lynn was having a lovely day. And why not? It was a day like any other, after all, in the life of the avatar of sexual excess, generously bestowing her blessings upon her fellow man: by cumming her brains out, glazing the entire metropolis with unceasing fountains of cum from her innumerable, oh-so-eager cocks. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t take a moment to stop and smell the roses.

You had to enjoy the little things in life.

Granted, there was nothing little about Lynn, if there had ever been. Nothing that she could recall, after all. Her memory was a little hazy at the edges, lost in the pink fog of her good-natured hedonism, but as far as she knew, she’d been revered for her virility since she came of age. Her first cock had come as quite as shock to younger Lynn, but as they kept growing in, and growing bigger, she had gotten used to it. The godly powers and prestige that followed didn’t hurt, either, though it did make her aspiring career as an adventurer slightly more difficult to navigate when the contents of her underwear dwarfed any dungeon that she meant to delve into.

Lynn’s toes curled as she was blessed with yet another orgasm, coming not so much in starts and stops as ebb and flow, endless waves of superhuman pleasure. She ran her fingers across the base of her feminine fuckrods, blissfully ignorant of how the rules of physics bent to make the several hundred shafts fit harmoniously between her legs with nothing but a touch of arousing friction between them. She was her own temple and throne, her army of throbbing lengths stretching out to all sides while her balls, fat and ever-churning, bunched together beneath her like a mountain of vanilla-scented potency.

Her climax hit like an act of god, pouring a deluge of molten seed through the canals of a city sinking ever deeper beneath her, a city built around twitching spires and gushing rivers. And with her cresting peak came another hundred cocks, a further evolution of her divine form that, even as it spread into the past, couldn’t help but accelerate her changes in the present; urging her on, in her maddeningly blissful ignorance, towards more: More cocks. More cum. More Lynn.

***

Welcome to Girlcock City, Penny thought as she pulled herself up. Population: Lynn.

She perched atop the discolored shingles of the Emporium’s roof as she took in the chaos around her. The spires of Haven were ever a sight to behold; but she had never seen them quite like this.

Cocks. Cocks everywhere. She kept expecting herself to get numb to the sight of it, and yet her jaw kept dropping every time she looked up. Submerging the streets was bad enough. But then the flood had spread outside the city walls, leaving Haven as the lone landmark in an deepening sea of cum. And now, with the expansion of Lynn’s mile-long megacocks, she was primed to take over the landmark duties as the venerable nexus of all planes disappeared beneath her ever-fattening balls.

It all came down to Penny. She only wished that the sexual absurdity of her friend’s transformation didn’t turn her on so much. Climbing the living landscape would be hard enough with a clear head; she’d have to do with while also fighting her base impulses to spread her legs for the mass of divine dicks.

She’d make do. She had been through worse—or so she told herself as she started the climb up the side of a vast wall of cockflesh, quaking and bulging with every monumental throb. It’d take more than that to throw off the exceptionally agile catgirl, who bounded upwards as if under moon gravity, scaling the wall in no time at all. Then it was simply a matter of resisting to urge to hump the particularly prominent dickveins as she set off towards the center of it all, from whence Lynn’s erotic fantasies spread into the fabric of reality.

The goddess awaited her arrival with bated breath. Heavenly moans echoed across the hills and valleys, accompanied by the shuddering pulses and growth spurts of her cocks, all serving to drive Lynn even wilder atop her erotic seat. Which, Penny soon realized, made her task even more urgent; as Lynn’s endowments grew larger, they pushed her further away from their source, turning what might have been a 1-mile trek into a 2-mile sprint; longer, if she hesitated.

All signs of civilization sunk away beside her. The streets flowed over, the barges and ships sailed off, and the few remaining towers, the pride of the masters of the city, disappeared behind the continental shelves of cock. Even the sky itself changed before her eyes, forming mystical patterns around Lynn’s divine throne, from which emanated golden, glowing light and unearthly notes of music.

She had to fix it. And she had to do it fast.

So Penny swore to herself as she completed her ascent, potion in hand. A newly brewed Elixir of Clarity, the closest thing to an antidote that Mina could provide. Breaking the aura of forced normality at the source should make the rest of the twisted reality break away. If not? Well, at least they’d go out on a high note.

She had to wonder, however, how Lynn would react to the veil lifting. Would she be shocked? Afraid? Angry? Would she view her obscene ascension as a blessing or a curse? Would she even want to put things back the way they were?

There was only one way to find out.

***

Lynn sparkled like a diamond. She was taller than Penny remembered, larger than life, lounging atop her own immensity with three sets of mighty wings behind her. The halo had expanded, encompassing several interlacing sets of symbols and shapes that spun behind and above her like planets circling a brilliant star. All that—and yet she still greeted her friend with a smile as she had a thousand times before:

“Hi Penny. How’re you doing?”

Penny flinched, her feline ears flattening atop her head as Lynn’s godly voice enveloped around her. She drew herself up and faced the corona of radiant light, wondering what, if anything, remained in Lynn’s memory of the events of the day.

“Pretty okay, considering. How’re you?”

“Doing wonderfully. I was hoping you’d come back. I’ve been getting a little backed up,” the angelic dragonkin said, grinning as she visibly grew another dozen churning ballsacks, dangerously full and bloating by the second. “And I know how much you love helping me out with that.”

“A fine offer,” Penny said. “But we don’t have the time. There’s a cock-alypse going on, dear friend, and you’re the cause. Even if you don’t mean to.”

“That’s very kind of you to say so,” Lynn replied without a shadow of sarcasm. “Hasn’t stopped us before.”

“Yeah, well. As much as I like gigantic dicks, I like having a place with bars and streets and people more.”

Lynn shuddered; her constellation of light blinked in place as she unleashed a fresh army of throbbing shafts, raising the sea level by several dozen feet in the process.

“Mh… You sure? I feel… particularly turned on right now. I could make you see stars…” Lynn crooned.

Goddamnit, Penny thought, tensing up like a spring. Pure thoughts. Nothing but pure thoughts… But lord almighty!

“I will have to pass for now, much as it pains me,” she said. “And so should you.”

“You of all people advocating restraint? Truly, we live in strange times,” Lynn said, laughing gently.

“More than you know. Lynn, I can’t possibly explain this to you, but you need to drink this potion.” Penny held it out, acutely aware of the world trembling below her feet as Lynn’s new cocks joined her legion. “It’s important.”

“An offering? Please, Penny, you know you don’t have to bring me stuff like that. I feel awkward about my priesthood.”

“Not an offering. A solution to this whole mess. My mess, I guess,” Penny admitted through clenched teeth. “If it works, I promise not to drag you into trouble again.”

“What’s the fun in that? You’ll get into trouble regardless.” Lynn smiled and accepted the flask of silvery elixir. “And I’ll be right there with you. But if this is so important to you…”

There was a faraway rumble, a final salute from Haven’s last bastions as they tumbled into the ocean of cum. Lynn was the city, now and forever; a landmass of her own, a river of endless abundance.

Lynn removed the stopper and sipped.

Penny held her breath.

“Hm. Not a bad taste. Too bitter. Would be better with some sweetness, some cream…” Lynn finished the draught and looked towards the catgirl. “Was that all you wanted? I could—Oh. Oh dear. This feels weird.” The multi-hung goddess swayed, the cosmic balance of her orbiting regalia tilting on their axes.

“Just think of it as a shot of caffeine. Nothing alarming,” Penny said, bounding up beside her. “You feeling alright?”

“It’s pretty strong! I…” Lynn paused, leaning on Penny, and opened her eye wide. “Oh my god! What happened?”

“A lot of things. Some of them good, even! Though, perhaps, slightly too good for the continued well-being of this plane.”

Lynn shuddered again, moaning as her cocks erupted and sunk the world deeper into her pure, unfiltered essence.

“I’ll say. I… Gods, I feel like I would, need a moment to process this, but I guess there are advantages to becoming a demigod.”

“That include some power to dial back the clock? Because as hot as it is, living on a planet of your cocks is not sustainable.”

“Eh, we’d make it work,” Lynn said, smirking at Penny. “You’d love it. Don’t bother denying it, I’ve got some kind of new mind-reading powers that won’t turn off. Give me a moment.”

“We don’t have a moment, is what I’m trying to say! Can you turn it all back to normal or can you not!?”

“And give up the power of a god? The power to make your desires come true?” Lynn’s eyes bored into her. “Would you do that, Penny? Could you?”

“I would bloody well try, at least! I’ve already had to apologize for blowing up Mina’s showroom today, I don’t want to have the rest of the world on my conscience.” Penny seized Lynn by her shoulders, ignoring the vast size difference, and shook her. “Can you do it or can you not?”

Penny’s senses exploded. She gasped for a breath that wasn’t coming, utterly dazed as strange colors appeared before her, twisting and turning, before they came to a stop and reversed—and so did her vision, playing back her talk with Lynn, the trek across her flesh, the visit to Mina, and everything that had come before. Right until she found herself back in the Alchemical Emporium at the beginning of the day, stumbling against clinking glass as her body became her own once more.

“I’d say so,” Lynn said, smiling as she offered her friend a hand

Penny took it. She was still on edge, blinking rapidly as the images of the abrupt unspooling of her mind’s eye faded away.

“Is it done?” she asked, “just like that?”

“Just like that,” Lynn agreed, leading her out into the daylight, back into the warmth of the Haven that she knew. All back to normal. Except, Penny noticed as her eyes adjusted, for the inordinately fat bulge between Lynn’s legs.

Lynn caught her look and grinned.

“Almost normal. No sense in letting such a gift go to waste, right?”

“Right.” Penny took a deep breath. “I need a drink. And a nap. Then…” she said, grabbing Lynn by the cock, which swelled eagerly against her palm.

“Then we go back to the inn and fuck like gods.”

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