Kuuvik - taur lays his head on your shoulder, lingering behind you~

Echoen mrps? Shi leans back some, pressed to your skin. Flesh?

Kuuvik , while man-made, is certifiably organic in every respect. Lacking eyes, it's not clear how he can see you, but perhaps he's drawn to your body heat. He huddles closer to you.

Echoen coos softly, lifting one arm to hook it around your thick neck, pulling your head and neck closer to hir shoulder. Shi wraps hirself in your arms and forelegs.

Kuuvik grins, "sitting" behind you, his forelegs resting on your hips, his hands resting on your breasts, feeling over your form, examining you...

Echoen is quite a lot of lush hermaphrodite bat to examine, all full curves and filled out swells. Large as you are, hir tits fill your hands, and hir fluffy nuts threaten to do so as well.

Kuuvik is clearly intrigued by this, feeling gently at your chest, his forelegs moving down to do the same to your balls. "I've not met anyone as fertile as me..." He lowers his forelegs to rest at your ankles, his hands moving down to palm at your crotch.

Echoen croons in pleasure as hir fluffy, heavy spheres of female and male are both massaged and examined, hir nipples stiffen and hir shaft rises, bobbing and dribbling thick pre. "Maybe I'm a bit pent up..." She moans again, grinding her ass to your join.

Kuuvik smirks, sitting up and trotting to your front. For all intents and purposes his taur-half could generally be compared to an enlarged horse's body, save for the enlarged genetalia and plump butt. He reaches down to wrap an oversized palm around your cock, squeezing at it. "Are you? Because I'm hungry."

Echoen exhales as you pull in front of hir, then inhales deeply as you show off your tauric body. Equine, yet thicker and plumper, absolutely sexual. Shi's rigid, two feet long and pounding hard. "Sure, I can be." Shi leans in closer, pressing hir lips to yours for a brief kiss. Pulling away with a bounce of hir breasts, shi meanders to behind you, reaching under your tail to molest the fat tailring and obscenely large balls.

Kuuvik tenses up and gulps, his fingers gripping at the air a bit, you must have surprised him. His balls pulse larger, inch by inch, at your touch, his cock doing much the same. He shudders, wiggling his rear at you. "Ooooh, please feed me..."

Echoen seems entranced by your swelling sac and shaft, hir paws massaging and stroking them. Spurts of pre coat the flesh, and for a moment shi simply nudges hir hips forward to frot between each swelling globe. Moaning at their heat, softness, and pulsing growth. Hir testes are like bowling balls, filling hir sac with cum. Hir fluffy balls roll up against your nuts as shi pulls your ass closer, and pushes you down upon hir cock slowly. Sinking into you, shi groans loud and long.... and erupts early, gushing thick gouts of hot batty spunk into your bowels, feeding you a flood.

Kuuvik moans and presses his wide rear to you, tongue hanging out, drooling onto the ground. His trim taur belly soon distends, pushing out nearly to his knees. His balls fill larger in arousal as he begins to pant, begging "Moooore...".

Echoen thrusts into you hard, mid-orgasm, plunging deep into your tunnel to unload gallons. Post-orgasm, shi's panting, but pulls hir hips back and rams them forward again, stuffing hard into your heavy rear. "Earn the rest." Hir heavy sac slaps your nuts.

Kuuvik moans deeply and shudders, bending the knees of his back-legs toward eachother as his stomach sinks lower, widening with fullness, making him look like a pregnant horse. His balls groan and sink beyond his knees, seeming eager to reach his ankles. His cock twitches. The Synth attempts to compose himself. "Guuuh...How?"

Echoen works up a hard and steady pace inside of you, hir cockflesh sawing at the soft and clenching tunnel of your ass, hir hips pounding to your jiggly rump. Every forty or so thrusts, shi unloads with another equally volumnous gout of spunk to swell your belly, overloading and overfilling you far more than hir size should allow.

Kuuvik gulps and moans heavily, your next burst causing his tauric gut to bloat large enough to reach the ground, stretched wide at either side of him. While you work up to your second, his stomach gurgles, and you can almost swear you see an occassional bulge against his taut skin. His rear also puts on a bit of weight, plumping, widening, and cushioning you even better than before. Your second outpouring drives him to dig his feet into the ground, splaying his legs wide in an attempt to stay grounded, his bloated sides becomes twice as stretched, trying hard to lift him off his feet. Your seed seems to overflow into his forebelly, his previously slim torso swelling out against his fingers, until that stomach looks as if it's carrying twins...

Echoen croons delightedly as you put hir seed to good use, the added cushioning to your rear and hind hips very, very welcome. Shi slows slightly, to further enjoy your body, and how you clench about hir thick shaft and milk it. Shi fills you, oh how shi filllls you, hir breasts bouncing against your spine as shi holds you, claws at you, *fucks* you, fills you. A third load perhaps two minutes later, limiting your options for where to store it all. A fourth on the way, a fifth and six promised, eleven sure to find their way inside of you. Far too much, lest drastic measures be taken.


Kuuvik could do little but shudder and moan loudly at your next orgasm, the act of being lifted off his feet seeming to be what triggered his own. His seed gushed onto the floor, as his cock was pitched downward by his stomach, and pooled there, his balls bloating to his ankles even as they worked to pour out their contents. The Synth seemed to be in paradise, tilting his head up and gripping at the air with his back feet as he emptied himself onto the floor, his taur belly hefting him up and spreading out beneath him. It churned deeply as the occassional bump became a little less occassional, he was sure to be pregnant, his rear puffing up again as if to confirm it, tauric hips widening somewhat. He placed his palms against his taur-half's shoulders to brace himself, forebelly jutting outward as well as he leaned back. The Synth seemed to have no problem containing your volume, and couldn't seem to stop smiling either.

Echoen is determined to test the limits of a Synth, one so pleasingly shaped. Shi's caked in sweat and musk gushes from hir rear and swollen balls, sore and tense but eager to produce, produce, produce. Thick and virile seed to be sure, you're sloshing with it. As your feet lift off the ground shi grips the back of your calves with hir own feet, using them as leverage to savage your delicious rear more, and more, and more. You're so bubbly-squishy, ever-widening, pleasant curves only becoming more pronounced for hir.

Kuuvik drools heavily, arching his back legs to give you a solid platform on which to ground yourself. His forelegs, due to his increasing girth, are capable of doing little more than draping themselves over his enlarging front. Things only seem to escalate, his body evolving to you, his rear plumping up just a little more with each thrust, balls filling out larger than a pair of beanbag chairs beneath you, his cock, somewhere beneath all that, as thick as a tree. More than anything else, though, his taur-belly grows the most, hefting you both higher, washing over the ground below, gurgling with life. It's difficult to calculate just how many of your assumed children he's carrying, even if one was to only examine his forebelly, the smaller of the two, which did its best to sink lower and wider on his torso, his whole body growing heavier and heavier...

Echoen: (Chrrchrr, good fun here. I've no ending in mind, the best option is to simply pop out of you and then fill you from the front, another couple dozen loads, then wriggle on a truck-thick dick of yours and fill up on your offspring too)