Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): *nestles into that touch and smiles.* "I'll do that, then."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: /me briefly touches lips, batty to batty.
Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): *smiles, smooching back, slipping her wings slowly around your hips.* "You gave me extra arms in that pic, by the way."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: *Hir hips swing slowly side to side, in a gentle dance of size and shapeliness. "Of course... each iteration should have more than the last."
Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): The white bat keeps her wings loose enough that they shuffle about your swaying hips like a loose skirt. "Oh! I see. Incremental improvements. I can appreciate that approach."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: *The chocolate bat's fingers drift across your waistline, to settle hir palms across your padded hips. The ivory-silk fur, the strawberry-pink flesh - ahgn,, you allure hir so. "Feel free to make a request."
Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): She grins, starting her own little dance, just enough of a sway to let you feel those white velvet curves sliding under your fingers. "A request? Of you? Like what? Normally 'Take off your pants' is a good start but you routinely beat me to the punch, there."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: Not just sliding, but the warm bounce of your endowments against hirs, slow and hefty; the brushing of sheaths, the smothering of breasts. "Last I recall, you asked me to be quite dominatingly forceful in your transformations. I'd like to make sure i"m pressing your buttons - and, for future art, let me know what you'd like to see yourself as, or doing, or becoming."
Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): "Ohhhhh," she says. "-Those- kinds of requests." The steady collision of bodies seems more a symptom of the wingy embrace than a deliberate goal, but that doesn't stop the fruit bat's thick sheath from dueling against yours between the press of bodies, or from her chest from pressing up against the lower curve of your bosom. "I've got a lot of buttons to press. Even if I could give you an easy answer there's no guarantee it'd be the same as tomorrow. That said, it does mean there are a lot of ways to make me happy~"
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: Shi leans back, more of a dip, to coax you closer to hir, to lean forward and more fully press our well-endowed, effmininate figures to each other. It's a little bit awkward in the first few seconds, but becomes much more comfortable as your body... expands. It's like an exhale, but instead of letting out breath, you're letting out more. More you. As your hips swell wider, your legs follow suit and stretch inches longer, and inches thicker around, plumping up your pert derrirer. Your middle spills out into a teardrop dome of paunch and pregnancy, heat emanating from it. Briefly, your nipples press to hirs, then your breasts spill over hir chest. For all the growth, you end up a few inches taller than shi, and perhaps a full foot wider.
Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): The white bat arches her eyebrows as she feels you lean in, looking to you questioningly, then stirs with obvious realization as she feels her figure filling out- surprise soon giving way to a look of relaxed pleasure, her eyelids fluttering shut. Clearly she enjoys the feel of her figure growing broader, taller, softer- a low sigh rolling off her lips as it happens- and as it finishes, the bat slips her wings up from your hips to your shoulders, hugging you there, and meets you with a girn. "Mm! Like that. See, you're good at this." She presses in to press a kiss to your cheek, and another to your muzzle; her breasts jostle with yours for space, while the gravid pressure of her belly pushes up against them from below. "It feels good to let a bit of that... tension out. Surely you of all people understand how uncomfortable it can be to keep yourself contained."
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: Shi turns hir muzzle aside to accept your kiss with a smile, but then you nuzzle in and coax hir towards a more intimate lip to lip kiss, sharing the softness of your matronly physique. Shi may be quite large and broad - but your larger, broader, motherly figure is embracing hir, giving hir plenty of creamy battylove to snuggle against. "Sometimes it takes another to unlock what you hold in." Shi caresses across the round dome of your belly, the weight inside of it increasing - yet, you bear it easily, the growing pressure only serving to pleasure your still expanding frame. Like a dam with a crack in it, more of you is escaping your internal confinement - your balls and sheath pouring forward, your breasts spilling past any cup size, and your height shuddering in spurts. The only uncertainty is whether you'll be birthing your clone before you taur out.
Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): The now-taller bat's grip shifts as a matter of necessity- with everything filling out, swelling, she has to draw her hands down your arms, seize your wrists, and hold you to herself she wants to keep you close. Judging from that kiss she follows up your reply with, that's something she wants to do! Her lips are soft against your own; her tongue longe and agile and eager as it hunts out yours within the confines of your muzzle. You can feel the thrum as she moans softly into your mouth, feel the shuddering warmth of her breath as her nostrils flare and huff. She twists her hips, rolls her shoulders, writhes in muffled pleasure as her curves grow curvier, her looming body creeps taller. The jostling nudge of her sheath becomes a clumsy collision that threatens to knock your knees out from under you... for a few moments, at least. They're moments of building tension, of tightening fingers around your wrists, of shorter, sharper breaths from the bat pressing against you; her muscles bunch under her ivory fur, her brow knits, her ears fold back... until with a sudden shudder and a sharp gasp, her body uncoils like a snapped spring. Her back lengthens, hips surging backward, new legs bursting from them like water through a failing dam; that hold on your arms keeps you held close as the white bat sprawls forward into a quadrapedal form, the weight of her pregnancy slung low beneath her body, pressing her sheath to the floor. Not a moment later and she's gasping against your lips, arching her shoulders, toes digging in; from your vantage point, you can't see much at first, but soon hear the second gasping, panting voice and see another pointed white muzzle pushing out from between the 'taur's hindlegs, a cloned body pulling herself free, twisting and squirming, body swelling into voluptuous maturity even as it's freed.
ATF_Echoen /// TF2: Hir moans into your muzzle grow softer and quieter as your maw fills out - hir long tongue sweeping and sliding across your thickening girth, caressing your growing teeth and exploring an increasingly heavy set of plush lips as you grow. Shi presses to you, pillows to your immense body, hir arousal taking full force as shi throbs stiffly to your belly and lap and writhe against your shifting, swelling figure. You don't stop growing, and shi doesn't stop petting, at least, until you grasp hir wrists and squeeze, the tension inside of you warring with the relaxation of letting all this growth out. Reaching some kind of critical point, hir face pressed to your neck as you squeak and pant in place and.... erupt. Shi's piled backwards as you drive forward against hir, and yet still explode backwards in far more battytaur, incredibly thick as your motherliness never leaves you. You can feel your clonedaughter swelling within your passage, pushing and writhing hirself forward as shi grows and fills you, pressing to your walls. Breasts and upper body pushing free, hands pressing back at your huge hind thighs - shi takes a step forward out of you, only for hir leg to swell into an immense foreleg. Hir backside shoving back in a gush of growth, spine and belly pouring back into your chamber as shi 'taurs out half inside of you, hir forelegs and arms pushing at your butt and calves to try and push hirself out, but for every foot shi pulls out, shi grows back into you another foot and a half. Most alarmingly still, is as shi approaches your height and size, you can feel how increasingly pregnancy-laden shi is becoming.
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Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): The larger 'taur doesn't surrender her hold on you for one moment- sure, she may shift it, bringing her arms around to hook them about your middle and hips, crushing you against herself in a tight hug against the pillowy curves of her massive and matronly form, but she's not about to let you escape this little storm you've unleashed. And while she maintains a back-and-forth battle of tension and release, her body building up only to let it out with more size, more girth, she still manages to push at your cheek or neck with an increasingly oversized nuzzle, run her long tongue across your throat and chin, lift her face to run breathy kisses along your jawline and over one large ear. It may be alarming to feel her clone daughter as heavily gravid as herself, but only for a moment- it's rather sensible, after all, that every other batty should be just as marvelous and fertile as she! Her own belly seems hardly diminished by the birth of her first daughter, and even larger a few moments later, quivering with the promise of even more abundantly-endowed life; the weight of it pressing the 'taur's massive column of an erection against the floor, keeping it pinned as her hind hips gyrate and thrust in absent-minded lust. Her daughter, in the meantime, has barely had time to find her footing before she's following suit, arching her back, crying out, steadying herself against the orgasmic bliss she feels as another bat soon joins the group, foxy white face emerging from strawberry pink folds ahead of slim shoulders and armwings struggling for purchase. Rump-to-rump as mother and daughter are, of course, it brings this third bat into close proximity with the fourth, the second birthed by the original 'taur, the two of them clutching together for support as they struggle to free their buxom curves and wide hips and foursomes of legs before their swelling size stretches their mothers' bodies yet wider.
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ATF_Echoen /// TF2: The way hir hips move and pump are wonderful evidence of hir lust and desire for you - and what shi's unleashed into you. Hir hips rock and grind, thrusting against your softness and plush figure, frotting with your curves and openly molesting the massiveness your motherly figure presents to hir. Panting, huffing and giving lush croons of pleasure, your attention to hir is relished - particularly those moments when you sink your face against hir neck or throat and grow larger, your head thrice the size of hirs now. Shi's standing atop your cockhead that peeks before your forelegs, pushed up by its pulsing, throbbing growth, and held to you by your incredible embrace. A cascade of lovely muzzles, batties and taurs (all the same, really) spills from your nethers, tummies that were moments ago tucked inside their mother's womb quickly swelling with motherhood themselves. Inside of you, it's akin to a Russian Hollow Doll, as your daughters and granddaughters fail to fully emerge from their mothers before birthing their own young - their forebodies stuck jutting from their mother's snug strawberry lips, and they are lovingly attended by their many growing, doting aunts. The chocolate batty before you is clutched and held to your forebelly, the vehemency of your fertility beginning to affect her - you witness a slender white muzzle push forth from her pussy, followed by flittering ears and a pair of hands, and soon, forelegs - the growing taurgirl keeping her hindbody stuffed up inside the batty's plumping belly, birthing daughters back up into her womb.
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Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): The big white bat can't even keep track of things now- she thought she had a handle on it for a bit, but all she knows now is that the stretch of her body is as delightful as it is maddening in its failure to satisfy her, that every birth sends a hot wave of delight through her towering body, and that the growing crowd of 'taurs that surround her always, always needs to be larger. Thankfully her body seems primed to fix that problem of its own accord, producing young faster than it can actually birth them. There's a grand swell to her belly, pushing out past either side of her lower quarters, its curve nearly big enough that she could lift her legs and rest on it; its sides quiver and jostle as inside, more and more batties grow and birth more and more. Some escape from between her grand thighs, pulling free of their own power or helped by their sisters/cousins/family members of impossibly complex relation, while others are in no hurry, tangled up in lustful arrangements and adding to the bulk of the big 'taur's belly. Meanwhile, the new growth inside you seems to want to make the most of the opportunity... the 'taur that spreads your body open is soon joined by a second, wedged in beside her, their hindquarters pushing your belly out far. The two of them reach out with armwings and forelegs, finding purchase, pulling- dragging your body with them, not to pull you away from the original bat, but to stretch yours out. As they seize some relation's leg or wing for purchase and tug, you feel your body lengthening, filling out, new legs dropping in before the first, suddenly so much more room and support made for your pregnant belly as you become a 'taur like the white bats growing inside you. But they don't stop there- there's always a need for more- and they continue to drag you out, tugging you into a hex'taur's long frame, then longer still, more and more wombs added each time, more thoroughput for you to contribute to the growing batty flock. And of course, their grandmatron keeps you held tightly to her chest..
Spindrift (Winter Solstice) (hi): her size greatly dwarfing yours, her muzzle big enough to engulf your head, but the kisses of her big lips still as tender and doting as she can manage, at least when growth spurts aren't pushing you about with her broad pink nose or the soft velvet of her chin.