Indulgent Vignettes: Taur Tease

“Hey vix, wanna scratch my back?”

Tazel raised an eyebrow. Shi knew that smile on Phen’s face, that look of the crimson-feathered phoenix slipping fully into her role as a trickster growth goddess. Phen didn’t try to hide it; but then again, her wildly excessive figure provided ample camouflage for her mischievous expression. She was currently pretty small, as hyperherms went, with curves and cocks evoking thoughts like ‘beach balls, kegs, and lakes of cum’, and only someone as seasoned as Tazel would have zeroed in on her face so fast. The four-armed vixen decided to play along.

“Yes? Got a particular itch, do you?”

“You could say that,” Phen said, stretching her arms high as she broke into a grin. “Just there, on my back. Can quite reach.”

“Couldn’t imagine why,” Tazel said, admiring the view as the bird’s enormous breasts lifted. They dominated her otherwise slender torso, and yet so obviously still couldn’t keep up with the heft of her fat, sloshing balls, kept hanging off the floor by a fraction of an inch. Someone that big shouldn’t be able to move, much less with the grace that Phen displayed, utterly ignoring the weight of her ample endowment, and yet pointing that out to her seemed as useless as telling the sun to drop out of the sky.

“Oh, you’ll have a few ideas before long.” She turned 90 degrees, still watching Tazel with obvious amusement as she beckoned hir forth. “Please, vix. I’ll return the favor tenfold.”

“More than that, if I know you,” Tazel laughed and yielded to the charade. “Fine. One deluxe scritching, coming up.” Shi put hir hand on Phen’s strong back, but the bird shook her head.

“I can reach there just fine, vix. It’s my other back that needs scratching.”

There was a ripple at the corner of Tazel’s vision. Shi turned hir head and saw something that hadn’t been there a second ago: Phen’s second pair of legs, and the hefty taur-midsection that bridged the gap.

“Ah,” shi said. “That back.”

“Of course. What did you think I meant?” Phen beamed, the very image of innocence—albeit, innocence so hung and wide hipped that she wouldn’t fit through a door. She was only a birdtaur from time to time; but her ass never dipped below ‘tremendous’ on the thickness scale and her second set of hips amped that up to eleven. It had to, to fit all that extra grrl. Because while her front was loaded, her new back half was twice that, sporting two gigantic, wrinkled sheathes, each with its own ponderous set of boulder-like balls, easily packing twice the mass of the first set. Even her tits got in on the fun, duplicated and grown along her bottom half, nipples the size of a grown man’s fist dragging over the ground and gushing milk at the mere suggestion of being touched.

Phen was, in short, a lot of taur. But that was ever her M.O. And nobody knew taurs like Tazel.

“Obviously that’s what you meant! My mistake, dear Phen. Let me just…” Shi reached for the bird’s wide flank; just as hir fingertips touched feathers, the world quaked and nearly knocked hir off hir feet.

Phen was smiling from ear to ear. Tazel didn’t even have to turn around, shi knew it. Which suited Tazel just fine, honestly; as much as shi enjoyed the bird’s looks of mischief, shi was being served up a feast of sensory experiences and happily accepted the offer. The third set of taur legs had hit the building—and given the size and numbers they brought to the party, it wouldn’t remain standing for long.

Cocks. Lots of them. The phoenix sported four gigantic sheathes between her legs, each so thick and wide that Tazel could easily have walked straight into one with room to spare; if not for the fact that several dozen fat, pillar-like poles of fuckflesh poured out of their depths (and still did, pushing out inches a minute even at rest, too fucking virile to stop growing for even a second). And with effusion of hermhoods came balls galore, four immense, multi-stuffed sacs that creaked and stretched as they, too, multiplied continuously, adding a new note to the rumbling and gurgling sounds of constant cum production. Her new breasts, all four pairs, threatened to dwarf the rest of her, or at least to put her underwater in the incessant gushing of milk. It was overwhelming in every aspect, heat and scents swirling around Tazel as shi regarded the spectacle, stunned into silence by awe and lust.

“I knew you’d warm up to it,” Phen said, giggling and stretching once more. Her body, beside all the immense bits attached to it, continued to grow bigger down her line of legs, still, leaving her with legs as tall as herself at the back and an ass belonging to a macro—but then, she kind of fit in that class already.

“It’s not bad,” Tazel said, remembering with a start that shi was alive and not, as shi had started to suspect, a spirit floating towards heaven. Shi blushed, caressing the side of the ample phoenix-taur—who, of course, only grew more at the touch, the slight little increase in the size of her second set of sheathes rippling forwards and backwards to bwoomph the rest of her.

“Mh, good. Because I still feel that itch. Riiiight there, all the way back. All the way…” her fourth and fifth set of legs grew in, ”...back there.”

The room ceased to exist. All became fat, throbbing cocks, bloating balls, and squeezable tits and asses, all growing inexorably as milk and cum gushed in great geysers in the caverns of ebony flesh and crimson cleavage. It was a sea of Phen. And fortunately, Tazel was a great swimmer.

“So much…” shi moaned, gratefully spreading hir arms and fondling everything within reach. Balls big as houses swelled below hir, raising hir up, the better to admire the multitudes. Phen was still elongating, evidently, as Tazel glimpsed dozens of sheathes between one set of legs, lustfully disgorging cocks by the hundreds, so big that counting them in miles couldn’t be far off.

“A fun little workout. Just a stretch, that’s all,” Phen said, her face appearing next to the vixen. “There’s always more of me to give.”

“You can say that again,” a second Phen said opposite the first, popping up to wink at Tazel before the both of them kissed hir cheeks as one.

“I believe I will say that again. And again. And again,” Tazel said.

“Well,” the two Phens said, instantly becoming four, “I better keep my word then, don’t I?” There were eight of her before she even finished the sentence, her immense tits and squeezing together all around the vixen.

“Tell you what,” the sixteen birds said with one voice, “I’ll make you a deal. Give me a good backrub, and I’ll keep growing more legs and cocks and clones until you say stop. How’s that?”

Tazel beamed at half a hundred birds, squirming in place as they pushed past the triple digits in that aspect, too. “Stop? I must apologize, I’m not sure I’m familiar with that word.”

“Sounds dangerous,” the four hundred Phens cooed, wiggling their continent-spanning taur-bodies. “Sure you can handle so much me, vix?”

“I can and I will try, as ever, dear Phen. And while ‘stop’ and its variations might be conspicuously absent from my vocabulary, I do know these words,” Tazel said, pulling Phen into a kiss:

“Again, and again, and again…”