Chapter 3

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Daylight broke over the hotspring and Fey crawled from her tent and unsteadily got her hooves under her. She realised she had grown a little taller and larger again during the night although she was relieved to find it was no more than just a little. As she found her footing her cock slapped up against her barrel eagerly, the additional pressure of morning wood making it throb especially hard.

“Down boy,” she muttered under her breath as she stretched her arms and yawned.

As was the norm Ellaria was already awake and busily making food over a fire with a full set of pots and cooking utensils. No one ever accused Ellaria of being a disorganised adventurer, that was for sure.

The elf finished stirring and stood.

“Good morning.” She blinked and adjusted to the centaur’s new height. “You must be nearing seven and a half foot tall you know... Big.” Her eyes glided over Fey’s chest which had also increased in size and at a faster rate than her body. Saying her breasts were massive was an understatement at this point, each a little larger than Fey’s head while still maintaining their shape.

The centaur covered her chest instinctively, a hopeless attempt but she managed to hide her nipples at least. The amount of soft bosom spilling around her arms did not help the situation much however and the elf couldn't help but steal more glances.

“I just want to get back to town and find a mage who can fix this, that's all.”

“Right. That's the plan. Nothing to worry about, I’m certain someone will be able to help.”

The elf nodded confidently and then turned to Vivi’s tent, she slapped the canvas a few times.

“Breakfast is done. Time to rise.”

A long pained groan came from inside. “The dead request five more minutes.”

“Nope. Make like an undead and get up.”

Vivi grumbled in reply but the tent began to shake as the vulpine struggled out of bed.

Ellaria paused by the massive five foot sphere of a gnome with a flap of canvas lain over the top.

“If you don't get up Flora I’m going to roll you into the fire and don't expect me to put you out.”

The edge of the flap of canvas moved as the gnome blew out a breath.

“I’m awake, don’t twist your titties into pretzels elfy.”

Ellaria slapped the side of the dome of cum sending huge jiggling ripples across its surface. The gnome yelped and yanked the canvas from her head. She scowled at the elf.

“Gerr’of out of it.”

“Go empty yourself. We’re not leaving with you like that. You’re a giant target for any forest monster.”

“Hell no!”

Ellaria raised her palm again threateningly, a severe no-nonsense look in her eye.

“Godsdammit,” growled the gnome. “Fine! I’ll get rid of it.”

“Good. Breakfast is waiting for you when you're done.”

The gnome gave her a dark look but waved her hand and herself along with her massive pendulous belly began to rise into the air.

Fey grabbed a blouse from her tent and joined Ellaria by the fire. As she did Flora drifted past heading toward the hot spring’s edge. Once there the gnome levitated her tent away and folded it onto a rock. With a sigh, she turned her rear toward the pool and began gesturing at the air. Slowly at first, but then rapidly increasing, a pressure was evenly applied across her belly.

“Oh f-fuck!”

Her puss abruptly yawned wide as cum was forced and squeezed from her womb, a hose of cum spurting from her muff, the stream as thick across as an arm. The cum was still extremely hot and the air steamed as it met the white liquid. She let out a gasp and mauled at her pushed up tits, her nipples quickly becoming erect and hard.

“H-holy hell, the fox was right this feels, uhnff!”

She increased the pressure and the stream fattened and sped up. The gnome let out a long whorish moan and her legs went out, extending to their limit where her toes curled in the air.

White hosed across the pool reaching meters in an incredibly loud cacophony of liquid splattering against liquid. The stream sputtered and accelerated as the gnome increased the force on her stomach once more.

“This pressure oh! I can't wait for Fey to fill me again!”

“I want to be filled right now!” came a voice behind the gnome and to her abrupt shock five foot of excited vulpine leapt on her giant spherical belly and rammed her head up against her muff. Cum that had been able to hose out cleanly before now exploded around the obstacle of Vivi’s head sending cum in all directions and coating Flora’s rounded stomach.

“Wha- what are you doing! Oh! OH!” shrieked the gnome as the vulpine’s muzzle squeezed up against her puss and then forcefully pushed inside.

The gnome writhed at the sensation of cum being forced around the fox girl's muzzle at the same time as her muzzle pushed its way inside her.

“Oh G-gOdS!”

As cum rushed down Vivi’s throat her belly rapidly expanded and swelled against Flora’s larger belly, denting it inward. The vulpine set her paws and began to pull her head free presumably to catch a breath but the gnome suddenly waved her hands and the vulpine’s head was shoved back into Flora’s snatch. The gnome moaned and then forced the vulpine’s muzzle out before ramming her home again and again each motion accompanied by an eruption of cum. The gnome’s breathing became hot and heavy and she crossed her legs behind the vulpine’s head preventing her from escaping.

“More! Fuck!”

The plunging motion accelerated and Vivi’s head slammed into the gnome’s puss again and again until with a sudden wet sch-lorp! Flora’s labia stretched to the limit and Vivi’s slim head slipped inside the gnome up to her eyes, the vulpine’s desperate squirming only pushing the gnome over the edge.

“AAAAAAIIHH!!”

The gnome screamed and clawed at her belly, raking red lines across the surface as she thrashed, her legs kicking wildly at the air as a spray of clear girl cum spattered against the trapped vulpine’s chest. She slumped across her rounded stomach as she came down from her orgasmic high.

“Oh fuck the stretchiness really is permanent, I’ve died and gone to heaven,” whispered the gnome as the last pulsing ripples of orgasm ripped through her body setting her trembling.

The vulpine slammed her fists against the gnome's belly and Flora belatedly realised the fox girl needed air. She tugged her backwards with a lurid wet queef and with a heavy gush of backed up cum her head was ripped free from the gnome’s clinging lower lips.

The now pregnant looking vulpine hung in the air taking great heaving breaths

“That. Was. Too. Much.” breathed Vivi trying to get as much air into her lungs as possible.

“Sorry, I didn't realise. Hrmm. I wonder. I know there are potions of water breathing that can be bought for a price...”

The vulpine gave her a nervous look as though not sure if she was serious or not. She struggled in Flora’s grip and the gnome let her down. She stumbled on her feet for a moment, the new weight in her stomach offsetting her center of balance. She wasn’t quite as large as yesterday but the vulpine still looked thoroughly pregnant. She wiped her jaw and her paw came away with long gluey strings of cum.

“I’m gonna get you for that.” The vulpine’s eyes fell on the gnome’s straining stomach and a mischievous expression crossed her face. The gnome only had a moment for her eyes to widen in fear before the vulpine slammed into her side with all the strength her fighting Class allowed her. The gnome squealed as the pressure immediately increased and white jetted from her puss at double the rate.

“F-fuck! Slow down!” whined the gnome but the vulpine only squished into her harder, setting her feet and driving forward.

The gnome wailed as cum blasted from her muff, arcing high into the air and splattering everything nearby in a thick layer of jizz. She mauled her breasts as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body and her belly rapidly shrunk down and down to three-foot across until the vulpine was able to put a foot on the gnomes back and squeeze her against the ground, spraying cum from her muff all the faster.

The gnome lost count of her orgasms and became lost in mindless wailing under the gushing pressure. At last, she lay prone against the ground, her stomach returned to its normal flat and smooth state.

The cum was caked over an inch thick on the ground, her head partly covered as she lay in it.

“That was the best,” moaned the gnome.

The pregnant looking vulpine let out a belch.

“Wasn't bad. Thanks for the meal by the way.”

“O-oh that's okay, thanks for the face fucking. Speaking of meals, there’s food. We should clean off or Ella will get mad.”

The gnome lifted her head from the cum caked ground with a groan, thick strings connecting her head to the puddle. She raised a hand and slowly levitated herself into the air. She eyed the hotspring which was now more a cum spring there was so much jizz in it, the water tinted a milky white. Still, it was better than nothing and the pair splashed cummy water over themselves removing the more sticky undiluted cum from their bodies.

They made their way back to the fire after clothing themselves where Ellaria gave the both of them disapproving glares.

The elf held out a bowl of food but Vivi held up a paw.

“Sorry, I’ve already eaten.”

“...So I see,” said the elf frowning at her pregnant looking belly.

“Don’t mind if I do!” said the gnome levitating the bowl away from her hand and into her own.

“You two are hopeless,” sighed Ellaria shaking her head. She began packing away her tent along with Fey.

It didn’t take long and soon they had the tents neatly folded. Vivi’s too, though hers wasn’t folded so much as wrapped up in a lump by the unconcerned vulpine. Flora finished her bowl and burped. She made a vague gesture with her hand and her small gnome tent zoomed into the air from where she had left it. Ellaria caught it and opened a bag on her hip. She put the tent inside and surprisingly it seemed to fit, in fact it didn’t look as though the bag had just had an entire small tent put in it at all. She picked up her own tent and shoved it inside along with her book and then Fey’s and Vivi’s tent. The quite clearly magical bag didn’t change shape or size in the slightest, its depths hidden in darkness.

“Useful things, those dimensional bags,” said Fey, eyeing it with interest. “I would have hated to lug all that stuff to the dungeon. People like to treat centaurs like pack horses. I have to admit I was a bit worried you were going to have me doing that kind of thing when I joined the band.”

“Yes, they are extremely useful. Brilliant for carrying stuff. I suppose there aren't many of them outside the cities though, only the highest levelled mages in the mages guild have a chance of making them, meaning they are expensive.”

“I like to call them D Bags,” said the gnome. “Which also describes the douchebag mages who make them.”

“The mages guild gets a bad rap. They are quite nice really. I had a lovely experience when I went to purchase this.”

“I suspect you only think that elfy because your beautiful ass makes all the men drool and go weak at the knees for you.”

“I- that's not true! Dammit Flora!”

The gnome sneered at her. “Try being a gnome some time. Those damn snooty mages won't even give me the time of day let alone first dibs on a D bag.”

Vivi patted her rounded stomach. “I don’t want to interrupt but are we going to spend all day here?”

“No, you're right, we should get going and stop wasting daylight.” said Ellaria, stringing shut the dimensional bag at her side a little huffily.

Fey eyed Vivi’s heavy stomach. “Aren't you going to struggle with that?”

The vulpine grinned at her. “No way, I’m not a fighter for nothing you know. I’m Strong!”

Fey gave her a skeptical look, but moved to follow Ellaria.

The band left the hot springs, leaving what was now a milky white pool in their wake, and broke back onto the dirt path winding its way through the forest. Fey’s rock hard two foot six inch dick slapped against her barrel with each step she took but she had to admit it felt just a tad less awkward than yesterday, probably due to what had happened at the hotspring.

One advantage of being taller was that her strides went further and her hooves ate up ground to the point that she was gradually pulling ahead of the others and had to consciously slow herself so that they could keep up. Well, with the exception of Flora who lazed through the air with ease.

It was a beautiful summers day with big fluffy white clouds in the azure gradient sky. Golden sunlight bathed the lush grass between the trees and butterflies scattered throughout the air. Fey appreciated the warm feeling of the sun's rays on her back as she walked. It was times like these that she really liked being an adventurer. The only thing that spoilt it was a certain meaty smacking sound emanating from beneath her as she walked.

By the time their destination came into view Fey had gotten so used to the constant audible dick slapping that she had tuned it out. She wasn’t so sure that was the case for the others though, she kept catching Vivi and Flora sneaking glances below her barrel, a hungry look on their faces.

Ellaria raised her head as she caught sight of their destination, a building.

“Ah. Here we are. I’ll be glad to get a night's rest in a real bed after all that roughing. I’m seriously considering buying a collapsible bed for future excursions.”

The building in question was an inn, a two-storey wooden structure with a sign across the entrance that read: ‘The Slippery Otter’.

The band wandered into the inn’s yard, throwing off the fatigue of the walk and stretching their limbs and sighing with relief for a day's journey finished.

“I have a sudden and inexplicable appreciation for the struggles of the pregnant,” grumbled the fox girl as she waddled into the yard, her arms tiredly holding up her stomach. She’d started the walk strong but by the end even her outsized strength was flagging under the weight of so much cum.

“That's your own fault Vivi. Honestly, what were you thinking? What if a monster attacked us?”

“Pah, I can take any little forest monster even like this. Hell, I could probably crush a few to death with my belly this size.”

Ellaria gave her a sour look but turned as from the front door of the inn a small otterkin woman appeared. The otterkin was nearly a foot shorter than Flora at a little over two and a half feet tall. A small red dust cloth was on top of her human-like head between two small round ears sticking up from her brown hair. A tiny pink flower was tucked behind one ear. Her petite breasts were hidden by a breast wrap and her lower body by a unique pair of cuffed short shorts, unique because of the massive otter tail sticking out the back that was as thick as her already very thick thighs, a cuffed opening in the shorts allowing for it. She was properly bottom-heavy with flared broad hips.

“Oh! Hi there! Welcome back to the Slippery Otter!” said the otterkin with a big welcoming smile.

“Heya, sorry I didn’t catch your name last time, we arrived late and left early.”

“No worries, my names Hope, and we are always happy to have you. Lord knows we can't get enough custom around here.”

“You are quite far off the beaten path, not much cause for traffic no?”

“True enough. With that new dungeon being found we're hoping for more adventurers, your band would be the first we’ve had through.”

“Ah, about that, well maybe I’ll speak inside, it's been a long walk.”

“Oh certainly! Where are my manners, a cold beer for a weary adventure is an inn’s first priorit- ty tee, prio-” the otterkin stuttered to a stop at the end of her sentence as her eyes came to rest on Vivi’s pregnant looking stomach. The otterkin stared at the fox girl. “Uh, did you become pregnant during the trip to the dungeon because you certainly weren't pregnant last time I saw you.”

The band turned to see Vivi’s reply. The vulpine laughed and waved her paw dismissively. “Oh, that. No I was pregnant then, I own a magical Artefact that hides my pregnancy, it’s not a big deal. I mean, it’s not like I could have gotten this pregnant in a couple of days right?” said the vulpine, casually lying through her teeth.

The otterkin blinked. “Oh, I guess that makes much more sense. Well, er, congratulations on the pregnancy! You’re uh, a brave one to go into a dungeon while preggers.”

“Nah, I’m just tough as nails. Pregnancy doesn't slow me down in the slightest,” she grinned.

“I was more worried about the uhm baby, but uhm I guess that's uh fine.” The otterkin shook her head. “Nevermind, I’m not focusing, come come, come inside, let me find you a drink and a seat to get you off your feet.”

The otterkin trotted through the door beckoning behind her.

Fey let out a breath. She had lined herself up behind Ellaria very carefully so that the otterkin’s view of her new cock was obscured by Ellaria’s body. She had seemingly succeeded.

Vivi let out a huff and adjusted her belly. “Nosy otter. Just serve a drink already.” She started waddling toward the door.

“Why’d you tell her that lie,” hissed Ellaria as she followed.

“What did you expect me to say? Oh, my bellies so full of cum that it’s the size of a beach ball, oh and the one responsible is the no longer entirely female centaur over there?”

Ellaria put her hand to her forehead. “Dammit. Alright fine, but if this somehow blows up in your face you’re taking the flak.”

“Wouldn't have it any other way,” said the vulpine waving a paw over her shoulder as she crossed the threshold.

Ellaria swiftly followed and then Flora who drifted through the air yawning lazily. Fey stepped up to the door but stopped before entering, instead adjusting her horse half to one side so it could not be seen from inside and poking her front half under the door header.

The interior of the inn was welcoming and smelled faintly of fresh lemons. Little wonder as the place was receiving a thorough cleaning. A pair of otterkins rushed past, leant down and pushing a rag each across the floorboards. On the other side of the room was a bar which three male otterkin sat atop. The three males were not cleaning but drinking whiskey from tumblers.

Hope, the otterkin who had led them in with a dust cloth atop her head waved at the cleaning otterkins. “Kayla, Lily!” The pair cleaning the floor stopped and came over upon hearing their names. As they approached Fey realised that they were identical, identical twins. Each of them had a yellow daisy tucked next to an ear and similar clothing to Hope.

“Oh, back already? I hope the dungeon went well,” said the first otterkin.

“Am I going crazy or was the vulpine one pregnant last time they were here?” said the second glancing at Vivi.

“She was, but she has one of those fancy city dweller Artefacts that disguise things, one that hid her pregnancy.”

“Huh. City folk.” She turned to the Vulpine. “Well congrats anyway, and congrats if the dungeon also went as you hoped.”

“Ah. not really,” said the fox girl scratching at her chin. “That dungeon might not actually be a dungeon.”

The otterkin blinked. “R-Really?”

“Yes,” said Ellaria. “We can’t really know for certain right now, but when we get back to the adventurers guild I’m going to ask for them to send in an expert to examine it. It wasn’t like any dungeon I’ve ever known.”

“Not a dungeon?” said one of the male otterkins on the bar, suddenly standing up. “What are you blathering about? Of course it’s a bloody dungeon!”

Ellaria held up her hands placatingly. “Might not be a dungeon. The matter is uncertain as of right now. We saw no sign of a dungeon core or other typical dungeon features...amongst other things.”

“C-calm down Doderic, they’re only doing their job,” said Hope.

The otterkin’s eyes flashed with anger and he threw his tumbler at her, the glass bouncing across the floorboards and spraying whiskey across the wood. “Shut your hole bitch, this is none of your responsibility!”

Ellaria looked from the whiskey splattered on the freshly cleaned floor to the angry otterkin and narrowed her eyes.

“Sir, we are not here to decide if it’s a dungeon or not. We were simply the first to hear about it being found.”

“Pah, what do some grubby third-class adventurers like you know? One of you went dungeon diving while pregnant for crying out loud! You’re just a bunch of know-nothing amateurs...”

“You clearly run an inn looking for more customers buddy,” said Flora drifting forward. “Well, have you ever heard of the expression ‘you catch more flies with honey than by being a complete cunt?’” The gnome gave him a shit eating grin.

The otterkin spluttered, “How, how dare you!

The two other otterkins beside him began to sit up.

“Flora, please, you're not helping. Listen, we’re here simply to rest at your establishment. Nothing more nothing less. I would prefer it if this was a clean transaction, without grief, and I’m sure you would prefer it if we didn't have a bad word to say about your inn to our adventurer peers, no?”

The otterkin paused and then with a scowl relented. “Fine. To tell the truth I was only angered because business is rough. That dungeon was supposed to be our lucky break.” He let out a sigh of annoyance then glared at the female otterkins who were looking at him warily. “Well? See to it that our guests are comfortable.” He snapped his fingers a few times and the female otterkins turned to get on with things.

One of the twins looked between the band’s members. “I’m Kayla, what would you like to drink?”

“Just water, thank you,” said Ellaria.

“I’ll have a beer-” The Vulpine glanced down at her ‘pregnant’ belly, then with a sigh, “Actually I’ll have a water too.”

The Gnome snorted at the vulpines predicament then turned to Kayla. “Get three whole beers for me, none of that half of a pint shit, I’ll be drinking for my pussy comrades.”

“Uh, right, two waters, three beers.” She turned to Fey who was still in the doorway and gave her a questioning look.

“J-just a beer please.”

“Sure.” The otterkin scuttled away to the backroom.

Hope approached the centaur and looked up at her.

“You can come inside you know darling.”

“I-it’s okay even with my uh, thing?”

“Hm?”

“My, uhm, ‘under tail’. I can’t show people, it’s d-dirty.”

“Oh, that! Yes, that’s fine! We have all sorts in here from time to time, all kinds of cultures, nothing to worry about, we'll deal with any mess, come come, we’ll try and get you something comfortable to sit on, can’t say we get many centaurs around here, you're a pretty rare species.”

“Oh, uhm, okay.”

The centaur stepped forward and clopped onto the floorboards.

A gasp below her made her freeze and she looked down to see the otterkin staring at her cock with her small hand over her open mouth.

“You said it was okay!” said Fey hopelessly.

“I- I thought you were referring to your actual tail needing cleaning...” said the otterkin faintly, her eyes mesmerised by the centaur’s gently throbbing hard on.

Lily was drawn over with a puzzled look seeing Hope unmoving and her eyes were led to the underside of the centaur where she also froze up.

“Holy shit that- that's a massive cock.” The otterkin’s eyes widened. “The size of it, h-how is it so big!?”

“I’m sorry! I can't help it, I have a condition!”

Hope slowly removed her hand from her mouth, a little drool coming with it. “Uh, uh, it, it's fine love. We’ll just get you sat down shall we, and get your mind off that big hard vascular- uh, we’ll get you a drink. This way.”

Fey clopped forward toward the table that the others had sat at. As she did Kayla emerged from the kitchen with a serving tray balanced on her head and several drinks wobbling atop it. She passed Fey and then did a double-take and had to struggle to stop from dropping the drinks.

She stared at Fey’s underside. “P-penis!” the otterkin squeaked.

One of the male otterkins looked up at the disturbance.

“Woah, Woah, what do you think you're doing?!”

“She has a condition,” said Ellaria.

“I don't care if she does, you can't bring that, that thing! In here!”

The female otterkins all turned and glared at him as one.

“Don’t be rude to our customer! You know how few we get!”

“I- But-” said the male otterkin.

Doderic stood up beside him.

“You can't have that barbaric thing out, it will scare away the other customers.”

“What other customers Doderic?” said Hope cooly.

“Uh.”

“You’re just jealous that she has a dick bigger than all of your dicks combined.”

Doderic snapped around trying to see who had spoken, a thunderous expression on his face.

“Who said that! Who said that damn you!”

Fey peered down at her side where Kayla was giggling into her hand.

“Please don't antagonise him,” whispered Fey as she stopped by the table the band was sat at.

“Oh, it’s fine, maybe they’ll take the hint. Besides, I was exaggerating, you're ten times bigger than all of them combined.” She flashed Fey a mischievous smile and dashed after her sister who disappeared into the backroom.

Two beers were orbiting around the gnome’s head as she sat at the table on an invisible chair. The relatively huge pint she was drinking from clutched in both hands. She sipped it and let out a belch.

“Weird inn. I can’t figure out the power structure.”

Hope caught her eye.

“W-well, we started this inn as an enclave, that is, three arranged otterkin couples from our tribe. We haven't been here that long, I think some of us are starting to wonder if it was a mistake though, uhm.”

“With guys like that I’m not surprised. Are they at least good in the sack?”

A blush crossed the otterkin’s face. “Uh, n-not really, it’s p-pretty one sided, and uh-”

“Go on.”

“His dick is so tiny!” Hope slapped her hand over her mouth and reddened even further.

Flora snorted but nodded her head. “Tiny people problems. I get yah. We all want bigger, but it’s so hard to find bigger.” She rolled her eyes over to Fey’s underside and the otterkin’s eyes followed. “But I haven't had that problem of late.”

“You mean, you two? H-how?!”

Flora gave her a smug look but remained silent.

“Flora stop trying to drive a wedge.”

Flora stuck her tongue out at Ellaria and was about to reply to Hope when Kayla and Lily scrambled up on top of the table from a chair carrying a massive heaping tray of food between them with another beer both of which they eagerly shoved in front of Fey. Kayla held up a brush.

“We’re here to give the complementary centaur massage and brush down. It’s totally part of our usual regular service at The Slippery Otter.”

“No it’s n-” began Hope before Lily’s small hand was placed over her mouth shutting her up. Kayla approached Fey’s side, brush ready, and then with slightly shaky hands reached out and touched the side of her barrel. She swallowed and then began brushing her coat.

“Th-thankyou?” said Fey looking back at the brushing otter.

“Hey! Why don't I get a big ass plate of food and a massage like that!” said the gnome indignantly.

“It’s for centaur customers only! Sorry!”

Fey made a pleased sound as she picked at the piles of fruit and lettuce and cheeses that she had been brought, and then even more pleased as Lily joined Kayla in rubbing down her side, although she didn't have a brush so she just used her small hands. It didn't feel bad, in fact it felt pretty good.

“Sheesh, maybe I should look into miraculously growing a horse dick, look at all that free attention,” said Flora shaking her head and then gulping down her beer.

“It’d look ridiculous on you Flora, you'd be more dick than gnome.”

“Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing eh?” said the gnome leering at Vivi.

Fey eyed the otterkins rubbing her down out the corner of her eye. Their breathing had increased and their pace had become a little more frantic. They quickly rubbed and brushed their way along the side of her barrel and as though having finished they both dropped down off the table at once. Fey jumped a little as she felt soft hands suddenly grasping and rubbing at the underside of her barrel. She tried to focus on eating but they were rapidly approaching her throbbing shaft which bucked against her stomach as though eagerly anticipating it.

The hands stopped for a moment and she wondered where they’d gone when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her cock and the weight of a small body drag it down to point more at the floor. She bit her lip and tried to remain quiet but she couldn't help but let out a little squeak as another pair of small hands grasped the blunt head and began rubbing and squeezing.

“Oh, oh, I’m not sure that’s a normal massage zone!” said Fey, her hooves starting to move on the floorboards excitedly.

“Fey! You can't do that here! Think of the mess!” whisper hissed Ellaria. “Hope, can you-”

Ellaria paused however when she turned to see Hope staring down at the twins working on Fey’s dick, her hand was on her crotch furiously rubbing at herself through her short shorts where a slight damp patch had appeared. Ellaria slowly closed her mouth.

Increasingly heavy breathing and petting from below Fey’s barrel was making it difficult for her to concentrate on eating and she nearly dropped the apple she was munching on when she felt a small wet tongue on her broad tip.

“HEY!” yelled a male voice suddenly and Fey felt the otterkin holding her shaft down let go. Her dick swung up and smacked the petting otterkin in the face sending her head over heels to slam into the floorboards. Her cock slapped noisily back up against her stomach.

“Wha- What are you doing?!” growled the male otterkin staring down the twins.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, we were just giving her a complimentary massage.” said Kayla gathering herself up from where she had fallen.

“A complimentary massage on her penis???” hissed the male.

“Yeah, so? It’s really big, so it’s just like any other body part, like a third leg, not something you would understand.”

The male flushed red with anger. “We’re going to have words later.” He turned to the band stiffly. “Your rooms are ready. We have no room for the centaur so she will have to stay in the stable. Like a horse.”

“Uhm, that’s fine, I stayed there last time,” said Fey, her cheeks slightly rosy.

“Yes, I think it’s time we retired for the night. Drink your drinks,” said Ellaria as she sipped her water. Flora chugged the last of her beer, a paunch appearing in her stomach. She belched long and noisily and grinned at the male otterkin who gave her an annoyed look.

“You girls show our customers to their rooms, I’ll deal with the centaur.” The male otterkin bustled past and looked up at Fey expectantly. Fey nearly sighed but instead followed. It wouldn't be the first time that inns had treated her poorly, inns weren't exactly known for catering to centaurs, one of the most awkward races to plan for.

She followed him outside, her penis quietly slapping against her barrel.

The otterkin paused by the door and produced an otterkin sized lantern to light the way. The sun was setting and it was rapidly becoming dark. The size of the lantern didn't light much but it was enough. They headed toward an outbuilding that was separate from the main inn, a large stable. The otterkin opened the door and Fey trotted in scenting the familiar scent of fresh hay.

The male otterkin set the lantern by the door. Then he turned on her.

“I don't know what you think you are doing but this is all ours, our inn, our wives, our business. If I catch you touching our girls again I’ll make you pay.” He spat to the side. “Fucking horse whore.”

“Hey! I didn’t-” but the door was already swinging shut. Fey scowled at the closed door then let out a sigh for real. “Gods I hate inns and innkeepers.”

She trotted over to the lantern and with difficulty leaned down and picked the tiny thing up. She held it high and went further into the stable. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for. An open fronted box stall with a massive heaping of hay in it. She hung the lantern from a hook on an overhead beam and then threw herself down. The comfortable hay the first true rest from the long days walk. She groaned and rolled in it. No centaur would ever be caught dead admitting it but the horsier things in life were often some of the better.

She ended up on her back with her cock resting against her stomach where she was most comfortable. After a moment or two of wiggling to get snug, she let her eyes close and gradually drifted off to sleep.

In the night, a noise disturbed the Centaur’s sleep. Fey groaned inwardly, not again. She cracked an eye surreptitiously but to her surprise it wasn’t one of the band who was poking their head around the stall and peeking inside, but one of the female otterkin, the one with the pink flower, Hope.

Oh no no noo. This is not going to end well.

She closed her eyes and prayed the otterkin would lose her nerve, but the approaching rustle of hay and laboured breathing said otherwise. Fey sighed and opened her eyes to look at the otterkin who was about to climb on top of her. The otterkin froze.

“What are you doing?”

“Just cleaning!”

“Cleaning, in the middle of the night, on top of me, while I sleep?”

“Y-yes?”

Fey gave her a flat look.

“I- I- Just want to try a real dick for once!” said the Otterkin putting her hands over her face. “I can't take it anymore, Doderic’s dick is so small! It’s less than an inch long! When he puts it in I can't even feel it! My smallest dildo is three times his size! Most of the time he just starfishes on the bed!”

The centaur stared at the weepy otter. “...S-starfish?”

“It’s when they spread out their arms and legs and just- just lay there!!!”

The otterkin had removed her prior clothing and was wearing a clean white blouse, her hard nipples making two tents against the fabric. Fey looked between the otterkin’s legs where a gossamer string of clear gel-like fluid hung. As she watched it snapped and dropped to the ground. The otterkin’s legs trembled.

“I’m not s-sure-” began Fey, but the otterkin suddenly threw herself forward and wrapped her arms around Fey’s throbbing cock with a squeal.

“Just for a night I want to know what it’s like to be with something bigger than a needle!” whimpered the otterkin as she dry humped, grinding her sopping puss into the massive shaft that completely outsized her. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue up its vascular surface shuddering and quaking.

“It smells so fucking good, like a stallion fucking god!”

The air was filled with the otterkin slamming and rubbing her muff into the hard flesh, each bulging vein eliciting a whimper from the otterkin as it rolled over her folds and scraped against her clit.

The otterkin was busily setting a line of kisses down Fey’s twitching length when a force slammed into her. She let out a yelp as she was roughly shoved up the centaur’s dick as it raised into the air and was angled upward. The otterkin squirmed in the invisible grasp holding her as it placed her groin over its tip, her muff a little above the broad flat head of Fey’s dick, a strand of fem lube drooling down onto it.

“Wh-what’s going on?!” said the otterkin looking down nervously as she hung in the air seemingly from nothing.

“Looks like someone got here first. Tsk tsk,” said a voice from the rafters.

Flora floated down from the shadows with a smirk, casually reclined on an invisible couch.

“Flora, h-hey,” said Fey uncomfortably.

Flora waved at the centaur lazily.

“W-what are you doing to me?” said the floating otterkin with round and worried eyes.

Flora lowered her hand slightly and the otterkin began to press down against the horse dick, her fat outer labia squashing inward and her engorged clit grinding against its surface.

“Wait you can’t be serious!” said the otterkin, “It’s never gonna fit, It’s too big! I just wanted some heavy p-petting!”

“I heard everything you said otter girl and now you're going to get what you asked for,” leered Flora.

The otterkin suddenly squeaked as the pressure increased and her feet scrabbled at the massive horse dick trying to penetrate her, as thick around as her leg. Her tail waved madly in the air as she tried and failed to grip the shaft with her feet and regain control of the situation but the downward force was simply too much.

“EEhhnn, it’s not gonna fiiit!” gasped the otterkin as the pressure increased further. “N-NuUU!”

Suddenly, with a sloppy wet Schl-plop! Her lower lips yawned wide, stretching into a tight O as they were pushed to their limit, slipping around and engulfing the massive head.

“AAAAIIEEE!!” Screamed the otterkin girl as she was impaled several inches. Her pussy twitched out of control and with an audible Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Fluid exploded from her front, a pulsing hot squirt of liquid that noisily sprayed down Fey’s stomach. The otterkin’s eyes rolled back as she came, her whole body convulsing as though being electrocuted, her legs stiff.

Breathing heavily, and still twitching every few moments, the otterkin gradually came down from her ripping orgasm. Her small hands clutched at her blouse covered belly that had been deformed in the protruding shape of Fey’s dick.

“Oh- oh gods! How is this possible!” whined the otterkin as her paws traced the shape of it through her bulging white blouse.

“Magic you slutty otter,” said Flora pleasantly before slamming her hand down.

The otterkin screamed as she plunged down the two and a half foot of dick a full foot. Her small hands were parted by the shaft as it stretched and bulged her belly upward to be level with her petite chest, an otterkin cock sleeve. Her womb stretched over a throbbing pillar of dick, in doing so her blouse burst open, each button popping and pinging free as the mass inside her filled her blouse out more than it could contain. Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! She came once again darkening Fey’s fur with fluid.

The centaur groaned. “She’s so fucking tight! I can feel her walls gripping me like crazy!”

“Good.” said Flora with a smile. She began moving her hand up and the otterkin slipped upward, her thinly stretched lips being dragged along behind, rubbing tightly over each bump and vein until the otterkin peaked and was abruptly slammed down even further than before. The otterkin howled, her hands scrabbling at the immense bulge that nearly reached up to her neck, drawing red furrows with her nails as mind-blowing orgasm wracked her overly filled and stretched puss.

Flora didn't stop or give her a chance to recover however and the otterkin rocketed back up only to be roughly slammed back down. With every other plunge she squirted, sending flooding sprays of girl cum over the centaur and splattering droplets across the stall.

Flora’s head tilted to the side, and then with her other hand she gestured at the shadows. A second female otterkin was dragged forth, her fingers dragging at the flagstones trying fruitlessly to escape, a yellow flower on her ear.

The new otterkin let out a yelp.

“I wasn’t doing anything I promise!” said Kayla.

Flora looked between the wet line that the otterkin had left along the stone, her darkened blue and white striped panties, and her damp and sticky hand.

“I somehow doubt that. You're as wet as a barrel of fish.”

“Alright fine,” whined the otterkin picking herself up from the floor. “I came down to fuck around with the centuar, just like Hope did.”

“Wow, you lot are super starved for dick huh? Must be a real dick drought around here,” giggled Flora.

The otterkin held up a hand and showed a small distance between her thumb and index finger. She made a sour face and silently mouthed ‘that small’. “And that’s no exaggeration, not to mention the selfishness in the bedroom. Had I known what this marriage was that the tribe was setting me up with I never would have done it, or come here...” The otterkin was distracted from her complaints by Hope bouncing up and down all the faster, her squeals and shrieks as she came over and over and over filling the air. Kayla bit her lip and turned begging eyes on Flora.

“P-please. I want that! I want that done to me!”

Flora rolled her eyes. “Fiiine. For my fellow diminutive size queen. Don't regret it.”

With that Flora upped the pace massively and Hope rocketed up and down, her blouse fully ripping open as her muff slammed down on Fey’s medial ring and the protruding bulge in her belly reached up to her chin. The otterkin was a gibbering sloppy wreck by this point, her tongue lolling out her mouth as her eyes rolled back as orgasm after orgasm crashed into her, her small hands were only vaguely trying to clutch at her deforming belly, each bulging drop knocking her hands harshly aside as she was reamed by a dick as thick as the base of her large tail.

Fey’s horse stomach was a sopping puddle of sprayed girl cum by this point as the centaur trembled and writhed under Flora’s ministrations.

“G-gonna cum!” Fey managed to get out before her dick suddenly thickened sending a surge of cum up her shaft as Hope slammed down on top her medial ring for the last time. White exploded from her broad cock head so hard and fast that it formed a small dent in the otterkin’s bulging stomach before it spread out and a gallon of cum ballooned the otterkin outward, her stomach billowing forth with pints and pints of surging jizz. Then Fey spurted again. And again. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh. Thick ropes of cum blasted into the rapidly inflating otterkin who howled and screamed and frantically tried to wrap her arms around the mass of gooey liquid being forced into her to little avail, her belly simply spilling around her arms as her womb was packed and filled and stuffed with more and more and more cum.

Flora let her touch down as she swelled to nearly six foot across, her belly balanced on Fey’s soaked barrel. She then gestured and shifted the otterkin forward and with a loud and lewd schrlurping queef Fey’s cock was pulled from her desperately clinging folds followed by an overflowing creampie of white that waterfalled down her taut belly before her womb tightened up and trapped the lake of cum inside of her.

“Holy shit,” breathed Kayla standing and staring intently, her eyes mesmerised by what had been done to Hope, unable to look away. “...I, Uh, That’s uhm w-wow. That's a lot of cum,” said the otterkin nervously as Hope moaned into her belly.

Flora flicked her wrist and the otterkin cum balloon floated away from Fey’s barrel and came to rest in the hay next to her. Her legs still occasionally twitched as she lay on a bed of her own body, aftershocks shuddering through her.

“Having second thoughts?”

“No, no way, I want that, I really fucking want that,” said Kayla biting her lip and with a hand down her striped panties. “F-fucking fill me, fill me with cum please! P-please!” Her small hand was shifting up and down between her legs and she’d forced most of her digits inside herself, a sloppy line of cunt drool hung down from her soaked panties. She looked up at Flora with wide begging eyes.

“I’m probably gonna regret this... but I just can't say no to a fellow woman dying of dick dehydration,” said Flora with a sigh.

A voice suddenly broke the air. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

A male otterkin ran from the shadows, his hands up in the air in anger.

“My gods what are you thinking? You can’t put that monster thing inside Kayla, oh-”

He suddenly turned and saw Hope, a six foot across balloon, a thick rivulet of cum oozing down from her gaping ravaged cunt, her legs and arms trembling as they clutched at her throne of a belly.

“Oh shet Thers Doderic,” slurred Hope.

“H-hope?” said the male in disbelief.

“Ish me, I’m sho full of cumsh, ish feelsh amazing,” she moaned into her bloated body.

“Y-you, you did it with this centaur?”

“Yesh! And it wash fucking amaaazing! I’ve never been fucked so wel in my life, I’m sorry Doders but your tiny weeny penis is nothing beside Fey, not even a mosquito bite. I needed a real dick to fill me, stretch me to my limit and beyond, make me full and content.”

“You ungrateful bitch! I’ll kill you!” screamed the otterkin. He pulled a knife from his shorts and began to run at Hope but before he could take more than a step he was lifted up into the air and slammed against the wooden stall wall. He grunted as he hit and the knife fell from his hand.

“Now now, if you didn't want to have your wife addicted to massive throbbing horse cock then maybe you should have tried a little bit harder in the bedroom,” said Flora with a wicked grin.

“Fuck you slut gnome,” growled the otterkin staring daggers.

“I’m not sure If I would notice if you tried going by that pathetic tent you’ve thrown up in your shorts.”

The male otterkin looked down, blushed, and then became even angrier.

“It- it isn't like that! This is- it’s your fault!”

“Sure buddy.”

Kayla gave a scornful glance at Doderic pinned to the wall and then ran forward and leapt at Fey’s dick, scrambling through the hay and up onto her stomach. However at the same time Lily suddenly burst from the shadows, the last two male otterkins running after her trying to catch her, their hands outstretched.

Flora noticed and easily scooped up the two males into the air and pinned them against the wall next to Doderic as Lily leapt onto Fey’s barrel too, grabbing at her dick and trying to snatch it away from Kayla.

“No! My turn next!”

“Lily!” said one of the pinned males in shock. “K-Kayla, stop what you are doing, I command you to stop as your husband! Your superior! Your owner!” said another. Lily and Kayla ignored them.

“You bitch Lily! No way! I was here first.” Kayla grabbed at the horse cock and tried to drag it away from her twin, smearing herself and darkening her clean white blouse with the fluid that covered the cock in the process.

“Mine!” cried Lily trying to snatch it back. She was thwarted however when both otterkins suddenly levitated into the air.

Flora glared at them. “You’re annoying me. Shut up. Lily, wait your turn.”

“Fucking ream be on that massive throbbing centaur dick!” cried out Kayla squirming in Flora’s telekinetic grip.

Flora snorted. “Your wish is my command.”

The otterkin yelped as she was slung around in the air and came to rest at the tip of Fey’s throbbing cock. Her breath hitched as she looked down at the size of it pressed up against her muff, her eyes slowly widening like frost across a winter pond.

“S-so big, and i-i’m s-so smol…”

“Kayla please!” said one of the pinned otterkin.

Flora gradually increased the pressure as the blue and white panty wearing otterkin writhed on the tip of Fey’s dick, squirming her hips and trying to force herself over the broad head.

Kayla set her jaw and glared at the male otterkin who had spoken before. “Watch Barry, this will be the first time you’ll see me actually orgas- AAIIIIEEEEHHH!!!”

With a sudden wet Schl-pop! She abruptly plunged downward, her sloppy hungry puss greedily stretched wide and the cock slipped inside, her panties going with it and being stretched up and pushed in too. Kayla’s blouse exploded outward, the buttons straining to their limit, the gaps between buttons puckered wide. The column of flesh reaching up to the otterkin’s petite chest. She hugged her stomach bulge and squealed, her legs kicking at the air, a fresh spurt of scalding hot girl cum spraying and soaking down Fey’s barrel and washing down Fey’s dick lubricating it further, not that it needed it after Hope. The part of her striped panties that was still outside her cunt instantly went from mostly dry to entirely soaked and dark as fluid burbled and dripped through the striped fabric.

“HOh s-shit, th-theres so much! It’s so fucking beeegggg!” moaned the shocked otterkin.

Flora curled her fingers and a number of small leather dildos dropped down from the rafters.

“S’pose I might as well make use of the show,” said the gnome as she flicked her shorts off and had the dildos drop down to crotch level and began pushing them inside herself one by one.

“Th-those are mine,” murmured Hope vaguely, still insensate from pleasure.

“Tough. I’m borrowing them.”

Flora’s gaze drifted from Hope to the male otterkin and watched with amusement as all of the male otterkins pitched tents, their eyes locked on and staring in disbelief at Kayla being used as a living cocksleeve, even as they watched gushing hot liquid spurted from her puss to splatter up Fey’s barrel and even up onto her human half.

Kayla’s puss fluttered and squeezed, desperately trying to keep the invader still but Flora was relentless and drove her up and then this time hard back down. The otterkin’s blouse ripped all the way clear open with a ping ping ping of flinging buttons that bounced off Fey’s barrel to go rolling into the hay.

The speared otterkin sank down Fey’s shaft with a wail, her muff bumping up against Fey’s medial ring before she rocketed upward with a squeal only to be slammed down even Harder.

“S-seE! I t-ThIs i-IS hoW YoU rEaLlY fUck A gIrLAAIIEEEEEEE!!” screamed Kayla between gasping howls, her heels drumming and raking against the shaft that she was repeatedly being driven down.

The males watching her were left open-mouthed or blushing and ashamed as small wet patches appeared at the tip of the tents in their shorts.

Flora simply grinned and made the otterkin riding Fey plummet down again. She screamed and squirted over Fey’s belly as she slammed into the medial ring. The male otterkins couldn't help but gape at the obscene rounded dick bulge in the female otterkin’s belly that reached up to her head. Her panties were still partly pushed up inside her, the bit that had covered her muff stretched up and within caught on the tip of Fey’s dick and each time she came down the stretching fabric slid and rubbed against the otterkin’s erect clit, the friction stimulating her even further.

Lily looked down forlornly at her blissfully impaled sister.

“Oh, hey,” said Flora. “Looks like it’s your turn.”

Lily only had a moment for her eyes to widen before her bare muff crashed into Kayla’s belly bulge. Lily let out a squeak as her outer labia was brutally squashed down on the tip of the stomach wrapped dick protruding from Kayla before with a sudden lurid squelch her labia yawned wide and Kayla’s belly bulge pushed up into Lilly’s snatch. Lily’s mouth opened in an O shape as her own belly distended outward.

She was wearing a grey cotton T-shirt unlike the others and it stretched around the bulge rapidly pushing outward from her abdomen. As she kept sinking the shirt strained, horizontal tears appearing as it was stretched to its limit, her belly flesh spilling through the rents as the bulge reached up to to be level with the bottom of her ribs. Her eyes rolled back as she went down, down, down, impaled on both Fey and her sister.

“Oh! Oh GODS!” squealed the Otterkin as she came.

She had been forced down facing the opposite direction of Kayla so her clit was about level with Kayla’s head, thus when she squirted Kayla’s face was the first thing the stream hit. A heavy spray of girl cum splashed over the otterkin soaking her hair and face and running down her chest. She spluttered in the deluge and blinked fluid from her eyes.

Lily wiggled her hips as she clutched at her stomach. “You’re so deep inside me sister! Both of you are!”

“Gods they’re so fuuucking tight!” groaned Fey.

“Lily! No!” wailed one of the males as Lily caressed her bulging belly with a new light in her eyes, her T-shirt stretched tautly across its surface.

“Holy shit.” said Kayla looking up at her sister impaled above her. She flinched as a telekinetic force touched the back of her head and then her head was pushed forward. She could do little as her mouth was ground into her sister’s clit. She resisted for a moment but then gave in and leant into it, her tongue peeped out to touch and explore. Lily shuddered at the dual sensation of being massively penetrated and having her clit licked.

“Aw how cute,” said Flora. “But now I want to see you scream together.”

The sisters slipped down suddenly and gasped in tandem, Kayla’s muff pressing down on Fey’s medial ring as her sister slipped down on top of her, her juices soaking Kayla’s breasts, running down her skin in rivulets.

“Oh g-gods it’s so much bigger with you in me too Kayla!” moaned Lily.

Kayla bit her lip and reached up to grasp her sisters hanging thighs.

“Ride with me Lily, ride with meee!” squealed Kayla as they both suddenly shot upward. They both gasped as they peaked before letting out a resonating double scream as they slammed downward. Bigger and bigger oval-shaped rents were torn in Lily’s T-shirt letting more flesh bulge free as they crashed downward, Kayla’s reddened muff slamming into Fey’s medial ring then Lily crammed down on top of Kayla. Kayla’s scream reached an even higher pitch as she was abruptly forced over the thick medial ring, her labia stretching wide, she clawed at her sister’s thighs as she was driven downward howling with her sister. She came, hard, at the exact same time as her sister, a burst of fluid splattering over Fey’s stomach at the same time as Lily squirted over Kayla’s breasts.

A double resonating AIIIEEEEEE!! Ripped through the air as the double sound of fluid splattering on bodies hit.

Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrrrt! Skllrtch-skllrrtch-skllrrtch!

“Fuck that's so fucked and insanely hot,” said Flora rubbing her fingers over her clit as the dildos in her puss drove in and out all the harder.

The gnome curled her hand into a fist and roughly shoved it into the air. The eyes of the two otterkin’s went wide and they shot up with a scream, Kayla’s lower lips stretching back around the medial ring with a Schlop! before continuing to rocket upward.

Flora drove her fist down and the twins howled as they slammed down Fey’s length, the medial ring barely stopping Keyla’s descent this time as she was stretched around it. Lily’s thighs shook so hard that they ripped from Kayla’s grip and her legs went thrashing into the air as she flung her head back and screamed, her tongue lolling from her mouth as her eyes rolled upward.

“Sister! It’s too much!”

“Uhnnf. Huff huff. Want, want to go back to Percy?”

“NUUUU!” wailed Lily as the pair were roughly dragged back up.

“Harder!” screamed Kayla.

“Faster!” screamed Lily.

Flora laughed and moved her other hand up and drove the both of them down howling and squirting, their legs extended and their toes curling in the air and their small hands desperately clutching at the pillar of dick speared through the both of them.

Schl-pop! Kayla went over the medial ring once more eliciting a gasp, then over it once more as they were driven up and up only to crest and slam down hard with a dual howl.

“Your insides are gripping me so fucking hard Lily!” cried Kayla.

Fey let out a moan at the double feeling of the sister’s cunts rippling and convulsing along her length in tandem.

“F-Flora!” moaned Fey, “I-I’m getting close!”

Kayla sung, her voice going higher and higher as she was roughly used as a cock sleeve.

“OH! OH! GODSS!!! I’m RUINED!” she screamed as she came yet again. Even the hay around Fey was starting to get soaked with the girl’s juices.

“Join me! F-fill them!” wailed Hope. She was using the tip of her tail, dipping it in and out of her gaping cunt and using it as a dildo as she moaned and watched the twins, one finger in her mouth, a string of drool hanging from her lips.

“F- fill uss!!” screamed the otterkin twins.

The gnome gave a leering grin and picked up the pace sending the wailing twins slamming down over and over faster and faster until she crescendoed with a drop that caused her to grunt as she slammed her fists down. Kayla schl-popped! over Fey’s medial ring and then Lily slammed into the bulge the ring caused in Kayla’s distended belly, after straining a moment her puss slipped wide and schlopped over top of it too sending her into screaming trembling orgasm, her legs stiffening up and outward. Squirt sprayed over Kayla’s tits so hard that it back spattered up Lily’s own belly. The otterkins only had a moment to squirm and shake and tremble in orgasm however because Fey let out a scream of her own and her horse hips bucked up violently into the air.

“Oh! oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” screamed Fey as she came HARD. Her cock thickening as cum exploded up it.

Cum hosed so hard into Kayla’s belly that it caused a momentary bulge visible through both otterkins before it slopped outward and a solid gallon of cum swelled Kayla’s belly and Lily’s on top. The otterkins howled, both pawing desperately at the pendulous sphere of cum growing inside them.

Lily’s mouth could not open any wider in sheer ecstasy, her tongue lolled from her mouth uncontrolled, her small hands scrabbling at her rapidly filling belly and her ankles drummed against her sister as she came and came and came. Fem cum spraying down the underside of her own belly and coating Kayla as her rigid clit twitched angrily.

The otterkin’s combined stomach ballooned outward,pushing Kayla down and stretching Lily’s overtaxed T-shirt and causing ever larger lewd ovals of flesh to bulge from the fabric. It held on for a remarkably long time as the otterkin’s stomach rapidly reached beachball size before with a loud ripping sound it shredded and blew apart as the otterkin’s belly billowed outward.

Fey bucked her lower hips again and again, fifth, sixth, seventh thick ropes of semen brutally surged from her and were forced into Kayla’s womb. The otterkin’s combined bellies rapidly expanded as gallons of cum rushed into Kayla in pulsing waves. The sisters clung to their belly and full-throatedly screamed and sang as they were filled and filled and stretched and turned into a single double wrapped cum balloon, larger and larger, inflating outward and pressing up against Fey’s back horse legs, pushing her hooves aside. By the time Fey was done bucking a massive sphere of flesh seven foot across rested on the floor between her legs.

“Oh, oh gods!, You’re more inside me than outside sister,” moaned Lily, her small hands sinking slightly into her belly.

“Hnnn! Gooodsss I’m sho full! Her cum is sho h-hot in me, I can feel the heat of it with my h-hands!!” said Kayla rubbing her small hands over the taut surface she was pressed up against, her head now pointing groundward pushed down by her own belly.

The cumfilled twins basked in their filled up state, but only for a moment as Flora jerked her fist to the side and they were forcefully dragged free of Fey’s cock. Their pussys let go of it reluctantly, dragging and pulling along its length, deforming over every vein, before it popped free with a lurid squelch. A wet gush of cum came with it and slopping out with that came Kayla’s soaked through blue and white striped panties which were now permanently stretched out and hung down from her crotch heavily caked with cum. Kayla’s abused reddened puss was left gaping, clutching and grasping at the air, at the massive dick that was no longer there.

The twins gasped and twitched at the sudden empty sensation before they were rolled onto the hay.

“I’m ruined,” moaned Kayla “I can never go back to before.” The pile of cum filled otterkins moaned and twitched as the male otterkins looked on in horror and shame.

Flora dropped the dildos she’d been pleasuring herself with to the floor and zoomed down on Fey.

“Hey! Fey! Why are you going soft! Oh godsdammit!”

The gnome growled and poked at the rapidly softening horse dick, even using her telekinesis but to no avail, It remained floppy even as the centaur’s eyelids fluttered shut with exhaustion.

She gave up trying to coax Fey’s cock back to life and turned to the whimpering moaning spherical otterkins with a scowl.

“You used her all up! What about me!”

But they gave her no answer, only moaning and squirming.

“You ruin our wives and then complain? Fuck you gnome!”

Flora turned on the male otterkin still pinned to the wall and they flinched away from her fiery gaze.

“Lazy otterkin with dicks as vanishingly tiny and pathetic as yours that cum just after watching a woman get fucked for three whole seconds don’t get to talk back to me.”

She closed her fist in front of her face and the males shrieked as they were ripped from the wall and flew through the air. A shutter blew open and the male otterkins were forcefully ejected into the night.

“Egotistical assholes,” grumbled the gnome. She looked over the stall. Most of the free space in it was taken up by the cum filled otterkins and Fey. Kayla and Lily were busily thrusting their tails into Kayla’s stretched out pussy while holding each other's hands and moaning softly.

Flora shook her head, sighed, and with difficulty let her sexual frustration go. She was glad to have helped some fellow size queens even if she had missed the chance to be dicked herself.

“Goodnight Fey,” said the gnome lazily drifting out the window.

But the centaur was already asleep.

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You can see CG set one which is based on a scene from this chapter here:

Centaurus and the Otterkin - E-Hentai Galleries (e-hentai.org)