Chapter 63 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: The band ready up and go out to meet the griffin band they will begin their new joint-band job with. While waiting Fey checks on Violet and finds that her treatment is…probably… progressing well. Meeting with the new band, The Lead Feathers, doesn't go very well as they are highly abrasive and only accepted working with Magic Mog because of Fey, obviously because Fey is a healer. They head outside to find the Lead Feathers enormous inter-city caravan and to Fey's utter dismay she finds out she was actually just expected to pull their caravan and not to heal. Resigning herself, Fey hauls the caravan through the city and out to the job. She grows fond of one of the griffin's on the way there, a girl called Lush. After a long day of hauling Fey ends up a little, well, extremely, backed up. Lush swoops in eager to ride Fey, but not before they are chased off into the forest by the alpha griffin. They finally find privacy and Fey gives Lush what she desires. Unfortunately Fey finds that was nowhere near enough to relieve her feedback loop of backed up seed from not breeding frequently enough.

Now, Chapter 63:

Octavia wobbled on the gang plank that had been laid between buildings, arms and mouse tail spread out to either side as she struggled to keep balance, large plate-like mouse ears on her wavy brown haired head swaying in the air as she moved her head side to check her balance.

Her pregnancy made balancing along the slim board extra especially difficult even with the square of levitating cloth on the underside helping to cup and support a pregnancy that came down to her thighs. Being pregnant and stuffed with eggs had caused her belly button to become an outie, and her breasts strained her blouse to breaking point, soaking through the fabric to transparency with lactation and causing milk to wash down over her exposed belly in non-stop rivulets.

Safe to say she was quite pregnant.

The plank groaned and creaked beneath her weight.

Yet, to be fair, that was nothing compared to those below.

She wobbled, bare feet rocking, and managed to glance down. Below her a great soft sphere filled the street, a huge pale belly that a human girl was perched on top of, stuck lying atop her throne of a pregnancy that pressed up against the buildings, the top of it at roof top height.

"Hurry up and give it to me! I've been waiting all bloody day for you to arrive!" moaned the girl. Both her hands were behind her back side, reaching in and out of her gaped pussy, massaging and mauling at her folds as her clit stood erect and stiff, her arousal trickling down the vastness of her belly.

A male lupine teenager covered in sweat marched over to the moaning girl on top one of the many gangways that had been built to criss-cross the street. He had a staff on the end of which was a massive rubber horse cock. He lifted it over the side of the gangway and thrust it down into the girl's pussy. She squealed and thrashed as a gush of her fluids poured down her belly and her breasts sprayed milk into the nozzles that capped them.

"Fucking, harder, thrust harder damn youuu!" she cried.

The young lupine grunted and plunged the staff up and down, pistoning in and out of the thirsty girl, his arm muscles visible rippling as he put real effort into it.

He was clearly very strong, which made it all the more impressive when her pussy ripped the thing from his paws, the dildo being sucked down inside of her with incredibly powerful vaginal muscles.

She howled and a huge fountain of her juices sprayed the teenager down as he stumbled back with a cry, holding up his arms as he was doused with her climax.

The girl, of course, was just one of many, one giant pregnant belly after another was lined up down the street, each pressing against the building walls and squeezing up against each other as they fought for room for their growing broods.

The breasts of the girls were all huge and expansive too, and very very milky, each with enormous nozzles attached to each fat pink nipple, occasionally bucking and kicking as a gush of built up lactation flowed into the clear rubber tubes.

Octavia watched as a pulse of fresh milk was sucked into a nozzle then evacuated into a clear rubber tube. The milk flowed along the tubes, joining dozens of others, then plugging into much larger clear rubber pipes that flowed off amongst the rooftops to gods know what storage tanks and warehouses, probably somewhere in the main milking districts.

Breast milk had become Bine's largest export. The milking city.

Not that the locals didn't also make use of it. She watched a girl grab a smaller offshoot pipe attached to the nozzles on her breasts and eagerly drank down her own supply, breast milk running down her chin.

It was fortunate that the milk was so nutritious as food and drink logistics were quite difficult when the city was filled end to end with pregnant girls.

She reached the other rooftop and climbed laboriously over the sun warmed tiles. On the other side was yet more gangways and gangplanks stretching from rooftop to rooftop out across the street, and below only the masses of pregnancy, each vast shape with a girl perched atop. Many were idly relaxing, many were being dildoed and having their horny needs seen to.

More streets were similarly filled to the brim with pregnant bellies lay ahead, although she couldn't see that far as the city was currently draped in a fog, specifically a hormonal fog, a pussy mist from so many steaming cunts.

She passed by a heavily pregnant Rina in one section. The pink scaled Lamia had become so large that she rose high above the rooftops and her belly had crushed a building. Atop her Octavia could see two wolf lupine males along with her human husband Iskren. All three of them were wearing stallion strapons, two of them pounding her rear while the third throat fucked her. As she watched the one in her throat pulled back with a noisy wet shluck and she gasped as she drew in air.

"I say you two, could you fuck me any slower? It feels like two asthmatic sloths rolling over in their sleep on my rear."

Her husband wiped his sweat covered brow, resting from thrusting under tail into her puss. The lupine on top of her tail looked like he was about to faint from exhaustion. The strapon the husband wore was made of clear see-through rubber and had a hose extending from the base that disappeared out of view, currently empty.

"You're just so insatiable! It's been an hour! How are you not satisfied yet!" cried the husband.

"Hmpph. The pregnant have needs you know. Hornyness and neediness go hand in hand with pregnancy. What am I supposed to do? Just lay here twiddling my thumbs while my pussy is on fire?"

The husband took a drink of water from a bottle on his side.

"You'll just have to make do until that ridiculous centaur we hired gets here."

"I should hope he arrives soon, he's making enough money as it is! hmpph! I didn't start my coffee chain to waste good profits on some incipient good for nothing centaur who spends his days gallivanting about and being late to appointments."

"I, er, think he's been run a bit ragged actually, he looked exhausted last time I saw him. Strong through, bulked up like a bull from all the, uh, exercise. Lots of demand for his services I suppose."

"I'm quite sure. Now keep thrusting! All of you! I need something thick and lengthy inside of me now!"

Nearby the enormous Lamia a wooden platform had been built on top of a roof, held up with posts and beams to create a flat surface. A number of girls who had yet to come into their full pregnancy were relaxing there, gently bouncing up and down on dildos as they sipped from their coffees and chatted. Most of the other coffee houses had needed to be closed down as the roads were blocked. As an alternative Rina had taken to having them built on rooftops. From what Octavia had last heard she was making money hand over fist after using the money made from her coffee chain to invest in the mega-milkeries.

There was no Tami to be seen of course, thankfully in Octavia's opinion. The Tigerkin had been permanently banned from coming anywhere near the club house after she had tried to dick-nap Fey's dick, attempting to run off with the portal ring. Something that she could do with ease since she had already given birth to an astounding number of eggs and was one of the few females in the city able to run around. The club had not been happy with the spoilt and greedy teenager and the ban had been swift, including a ban from the network.

Near the club the wealthy and more well connected and more pregnant had made their bases. Here some bellies were bigger, twice, or sometimes three or four times the size, not only filling the street below but rolling up the angled rooftops. In some cases buildings had collapsed under the weight of them and their mass had expanded to fill in the additional space. The bellies and rooftops stretched out into the distance, disappearing into the pussy mist.

The reason for the additional size wasn't hard to figure out, because for at least some of them it wasn't all eggs. Eight inch thick transparent rubber hoses with clear rubber dildo ends shaped like Fey's cock were plugged into every pussy, spreading their lower lips, enchanted so that they vibrated gently eliciting a constant low level pleasure.

The network of tubes was the greatest benefit of being close to the clubhouse of course.

These hoses were different from the milking ones attached to breasts. She watched as one girl writhed with need and then cried out as a wave of cum shot down the eight inch thick tube, reaching the dildo and then being forceably pumped into her womb.

The girl's belly started to expand, growing outward, pressing up against the girls around her and then spilling over as she squealed and squirted and lactated, her body responding as she became additionally pregnant from hyper virile stallion sperm.

Nearby a particularly massive belly started to drain down, the girl complaining loudly as the dildo in her pussy sucked and slurped from her womb, pulling the lake of seed from her that had made her so much more pregnant. The precious seed disappeared into the pipes and flowed away into the network leaving her merely with eggs.

How many girls were connected to the Fey sperm network like this? Sharing each fresh load that was delivered to the club house, sharing from stored up tanks of the stuff when Fey was away, all making them that much more pregnant?

Octavia didn't know, but it was definitely in the thousands.

She continued traversing the sea of bellies, using ladders and bridges that had been built between them, at one point grabbing hold of a long rope pulley system, a stretch of moving rope with hoops to hang onto that reached across multiple streets. The cloth holding her belly up allowed her to hang on without much difficulty despite her size.

The pulley was magically enchanted to always turn and carry the person hanging onto a rope hoop over great distances.

Hundreds of girls passed by below her, moans and groans of pleasure, or just happily relaxing and reading books, some making or eating food, others drinking from their own milk, some playing board games, a servant taking the board across plank bridges between each girl so that they could make their move.

Despite their stuck in place state the girls were… well, surprisingly very content.

That feeling of extreme wonderful motherhood, plus the pleasurable benefits of having their bodies changed by Fey, the satisfaction of milking, it was basically a holiday, a vacation, a rest from the normal stresses of life, able to completely and utterly relax and indulge in carnal delights, the true missing pleasures of the female body previously unavailable to them.

And perhaps most importantly, they were able to make their fangirl wet dreams come true as all of them were avid readers of the Fey Hunting Club's newsletter. In fact every other girl reading was reading the newsletters, squirming their hips as they thumbed their way through the paper and biting their lips as they found a part that they particularly liked.

… Maybe it wasn't any wonder that the city was so damned horny all of the time…

A huge building loomed from the mists ahead of her, one that especially large pregnancies pressed up against, yet still it held firm. Here there were few buildings that were visible around it as many pregnancies had simply crushed them, bellies passing four stories in height.

A large wooden bridge had been built here instead of gangways and planks, one that was made to flex and move and was built on top of the pregnancies, a road-way toward the large building.

A brigade of muscular males carrying heaps of horse dildos in their arms passed her by as she climbed up onto the bridge and made her way along it. The bridge here was built over bundles of clear rubber hoses, floods of cum sometimes rushing through them causing the pipes to writhe and rumble.

She approached the entrance, having to push past a bundle of cum pipes that had been jammed through the doorway, the same as the windows, in fact every single window in the building that wasn't covered by belly had been stuffed full with huge cum pipes.

Octavia passed by hallways, most of the doors that led from them were blocked by a wall of pregnancy. There really wasn't much usable space actually left in the damned clubhouse, most of it had been taken up by heavily pregnant girls, club members too lazy to go find somewhere out of the way they had inconveniently grown large with eggs inside of the building.

The building wasn't quiet, a constant background sound of feminine moaning echoed through it, and behind that the constant rumble of milk and cum being pumped through various pipes.

She arrived at her destination, the main HQ of the Fey Hunting Club, a large room that had had its walls removed to make it even larger, expanding it into more rooms and making it into more of a great hall.

Arranged around the enormous hall were pregnant girls, pinned on top there vast stomachs which were almost entirely out of view, the great mass of them descending down into the floor where a vast cavern system had been dug out for them. Only the very very very tops of their great pregnancies were visible, as well as the girls themselves, tiny on their vast bellies. The flooring had been designed to smoothly connect with their tummies, fur lined rubber surrounding them in a circle, leaving only a ten foot expanse of flesh visible around them.

Ruby was amongst them, the pink eared wolfkin teenager had one of her portals in front of her and another over her anus. She was lazily plunging a pink dildo through the portal which of course emerged from the portals on her rear and penetrated her butt massively. She didn't seem that interested in the act however and had one elbow propped up on her belly as she read an open book to her side. Her pussy was of course already full with another clear rubber dildo which vibrated gently.

All of the girls were plugged with the same clear dildo, the bases of each clear dildo attached to a tube which led across the ground to the center of the great hall where an enormous pumping machine the size of a building had been built from glass and steel. The thing was in constant motion as it circulated cum across the Fey sperm network ensuring each girl was maximum preggers, and had their demands for more sperm met, which wasn't always easy as the demands were more than the machine could meet and the sperm had to be rationed.

Before the building sized pumping machine was the old oak desk from the club. Scattered on top of it were various manuscripts as well as the latest editions of the newsletter, pots of ink, pens, and about a dozen steel portal rings which Ruby had left out.

Sitting at a desk was Rebecca, the auburn haired, short, floppy eared, and quite adorable dogkin writing on a page of paper. The enormous nine foot tall and grey skinned elephant girl Heather was lazing on a pile of giant cushions nearby, reading a book as a horse dildo gently vibrated in her pussy. Both of them were naked. Being naked had become something of a norm as finding new clothes all the time that would fit burgeoning hips, belly, and tits was a pain.

The chair behind the desk wasn't really a chair, at least not any more. It had been changed to be a solid and huge throne large enough to support even Heather's great size. Rebecca did look a little absurd sitting on it, her legs dangling off the edge.

Rebecca and Heather were like Octavia, one of the girls Fey had impregnated that only seemed to progress in their pregnancy slowly, her belly merely many times the size of a normal nine month pregnancy. They each wore a levitating square of cloth under their pregnancies to allow ease of movement, the cloth taking the weight of the eggs.

"You're writing a Fey-fiction story again? We've got so many of those now, every other girl writes her own and applies to get what they wrote in the newsletter," said Octavia, taking note of what Rebecca was writing.

"Nah, none of that fake stuff that isn't as good," she grinned. "I got the real deal, ten thousand times better than some fanfic. I had Kayla describe to me what Fey has been up to last night, and by the way, she's grown way bigger, her cock is, uhnff! Huuuuuge!"

Octavia stared. "B-Bigger?"

"Mhmm! Apparently some nasty criminal drakes attacked her and well, you can guess how that went. But more importantly, Kayla asked Lily what it was like, and apparently it makes things feel even freaking better, and makes your gape even more epic!"

Octavia swallowed wetly. She wasn't the only one, murmurs went up around her, girls perking up on hearing of such a thing, turning form the books they were reading, or the board or card games they were playing

"G-Goddamit, this was the wrong freaking time to lose access to her dick," groaned Octavia. She squirmed her hips and pressed her thighs together, the violently vibrating dildo in her own pussy surging in intensity as her walls clamped down on it. Rivulets of her juices ran down her bare legs from under her micro skirt. She was the only one in the club to still be wearing clothes.

"The dreams I've been having g-gods. I want that dick, I want to feel that good again."

"You just need patience, like me, is all. I am like a nun, I don't need to be dicked every day, I am completely fine and meditative and calm." said the dogkin, doing her best to be mellow.

"Yeah, but not everyone is you. How is everyone else doing?"

"Mmm, so so. Kevin the centaur has been running around driving himself ragged, poor thing, and the dildo brigades have kept most satisfied despite their horny state. But it would be nice if we could get back the real thing."

"H-Hello?" said a voice from one of the rings on the desk.

All heads in the room snapped around. Heather dropped her book as she jerked up and had to grab it with her trunk before it hit the ground.

"Quickly! that's her, it's Fey!" hissed Octavia.

"Shit shit, what do we do! I'm gonna panic! Oh my gods!" cried Rebecca, frantic, jumping down from the throne darting around like a mad thing, her belly and tits wobbling equally madly. She was so frantic that the three and a half foot long dildo in her pussy started to slip out, the slick purple rubber flopping wildly between her thighs before loudly hitting the ground in a puddle of her juices. She barely seemed to notice.

"She's probably read about everything so I'm sure it's fine, probably, maybe."

Rebecca didn't look any more convinced and looked up at her wide eyed.

"Oh stop pissing around and just give the thing here," bellowed Heather.

The loxodon elephant girl stomped over to the desk and snatched up the steel ring from which the voice had come before she threw herself back down on the pillows, crossing her legs. Octavia hurried over to peer through it with her, their rounded bellies pressing together in a way that made both of them blush, more so when Rebecca collided on the other side causing their bodies to ripple, the three of them squeezing their tits and bellies together, milk smearing across each others skin.

Through the ring there appeared to be some kind of forest, at least that was what could be seen as it waved around, and then, after a moment, the ring focused and a face filled it. Fey's face. It was an attractive face, innocent and adorable with yellow-blonde hair. It was hard to believe that such a cute girl possessed a cock that could demolish pussies and leave a girl utterly pleasure drunk and slurring her words.

Octavia licked her lips. She'd first done it with Fey in the forest on their trip out to a dungeon, and had written about that experience extensively and in detail for the newsletter, and then had many many wet dreams re-experiencing it. Later she'd experienced sharing Fey with many others, when fighting the dragoness, which they apparently needed lots of cum for for some reason.

Now with free access to Fey's cock each night through the portal they had admittedly gone a touch overboard. Full blown orgies were the least of it, they had practically worshipped the cock, going into ever more obscene and lewd acts, there had even been a few organised pool parties where the water was cum. It had been funny watching girls slowly inflate with cum as it oozed inside of them, more funny was watching the cum fights, fists full of thick virile cum thrown at each other's naked bodies.

The mess that had been created that morning was more of an accident than a pool party, although it had turned into one. One of the girls had smashed open the valve to one of the tanks containing a cum reserve and in minutes the room had been up to her waist with semen, much to the joy of many of the girls here, who had pelted cum at each other giggling.

Octavia had not giggled. Especially when she had been clobbered around the face with a ball of cum! Her skirt had been ruined! She'd taken it to her laundress, a girl hugely preggers, and she had managed to clean it up properly fortunately. There had been lots of cum stained clothing going around of late and the laundress had built up some real expertise.

"Uhm I need your guys, the uhm, clubs, help," said Fey, "I really need to unload, like a lot. It hasn't happened in a while but sometimes I just can't empty fast enough. It's super bad."

Octavia blinked. Well that sounded promising. She could feel her core heating at Fey's words, her pussy wetting, so eager and starved for horse cock.

"W-well, we are very happy to help Fey, how bad is it?"

Fey didn't answer, but turned the ring of steel around, aiming it at her lower body

Octavia was given a view of her cock stiff and throbbing, covered in vascular veins, as well as covered in cum, in fact her lower half was plastered with the stuff.

That cock was definitely much larger than last time the Fey Hunting Club had experienced it, much longer and thicker, it had become an even more brutal tool to ruin girls with and to draw from them unimaginably great pleasures.

Octavia's pussy bawled at the sight, her eager lubricant running down her inner thighs and causing her to squeeze her legs together. Judging by Rebecca and Heather's motions they were having similar reactions.

Seen between Fey's legs were two enormous spheres resting on the ground before her. It took a moment for Octavia to realise that she was looking at a pair of massive testicles.

They looked… sore. In fact they were covered in throbbing veins and appeared extremely full, the surface taut and smooth, each over three feet across, they would look enormous on anyone, although with Fey's sheer size they did not look quite as large as their actual volume.

The view drifted up from the balls and she was given a view of a… griffin girl? A teenager by the looks of it. The griffin girl was hanging from a white furred wall, legs dangling, her cunt gaped and hanging open, twitching and trembling as post Fey-ing micro-orgasms rippled through her, her toes sometimes curling and clenching up along with her muscles as particularly pleasurable micro-orgasm crashed over her.

"I'm sooo freaking preggers," groaned the teenager.

The view angled up still further and Octavia's brow rose as she found there was no end to the white wall, what she now realised was the teenager's belly, it simply rose up and up, disappearing above.

"Uhm," came Fey's voice, "I c-could go back, but-, I'm afraid I'll end up somehow sleeping with the other band… Things seem to end up that way, kind of a lot… but if I instead have you drain me then I can go back and be thinking completely clearly! No accidental breeding and the alpha griffin getting mad at me!"

Octavia licked her lip. This sounded perfect. A backed up Fey turning to them for help?

"We are happy to help out with draining and relieving you, very very happy to do so."

"OhThankTheGods!" rushed out Fey as she turned the ring back to look at herself.

"D-Do you have someone who is, uhm, r-really skilled?"

Really skilled? In bed? Well not to toot her town horn, but Octavia considered herself quite the exper—

"Me! I am a literal genius in bed!" cried out Rebecca, grabbing for the steel ring.

"No me!" bellowed Heather snatching it back. "I was a legend amongst our tribe! The males feared to bed me because they would not be able to walk straight the next day!"

Octavia sighed. They couldn't all be geniuses.

"Uh, Fey, I think while finding someone like that might be possible, they would probably be fought off by those more eager."

"Oh?"

"But we do have some, uhm tricks to make things feel extra good I think, no matter who ah, rides you."

"That- that can work, just hurry and decide who!" groaned Fey.

Ocatavia's large mouse ears twitched as a rumbling growl came from the ring, the sound of something ravenous for puss.

"Was- was that your balls making that sound?!?"

"Yes! Hurry!"

Octavia licked her lip. Just how backed up was this centaur? Surely a few days without constant draining couldn't be that much of an issue, right?

Right?

"I think we should decide by size, and since I am the smallest here I automatically win," said Rebecca.

"Uh, no, I think not. We will be drawing straws, it's the only way to be fair." Octavia glanced at the ring as more rumbling growling drifted through. "We will be drawing straws quickly."

There were only a or so dozen girls in the room total, mostly due to their size, and only Octavia, Rebecca, and Heather were still small enough to move, all the other girls had bodies that extended down into the caverns below.

She snatched up a bunch of pencils from the desk and snapped the tip of one, showing the others. She then hid her hands out of view under the desk and shuffled them.

"Hurry!" came Fey's cry.

She rushed over to Rebecca and Heather, and they each plucked a pencil free.

None of them had broken nibs.

Outrage followed, but she fought free of their grasp and rushed around the room, giving each immobile girl her chance.

No, no, no, no, no, nope.

All pulled pencils free that were whole until she reached the last girl with only two pencils in her fist.

The girl hesitated then snatched one free.

It was whole.

Octavia subtly snapped the lead of the last pencil in her hand with her pinky finger and held up the broken pencil.

"I win!"

It had been easy to discard the broken pencil under the table as she shuffled them of course, leaving her to stealthily break the last one with a slight of hand.

What? She sneaked her first lay with Fey, of course she would do it again, it was only natural.

She smugly snatched the portal ring from Heather's hands and marched over to the desk, happily ignoring their protests.

There she pulled out the enormous throne, grunting and shoving the thing back from the desk creating some room.

It was a huge thing with legs like lumber, and huge leather padding on the seat and backrest.

She paused as something occurred to her.

"Hey, if Fey's bigger… how the hell is she going to fit through this?" she waved the thing in the air.

Rebecca glared at her with her arms crossed.

"Ruby already made it bigger."

"She can do that now?"

Ruby the wolfkin waved the ring she had been using in the air. "I haven't stopped leveling you know. Adding a few inches to a portal ring's size is within my Skills now, the metal simply grows to match the portal at this end."

It was true that the teenagers with Classes had slowly been getting more powerful nad higher level, Sarah the Bunnykin had become quite a powerful vibration mage, Lucy too, although she had left to go after Fey some time ago.

In the center of the seat was a circular indent perfect for the portal ring. Apparently Ruby had foreseen Fey's growth and the necessary embiggening of the portal as the indent was larger than necessary. She carefully put it in place and with a hiss and a click the ring was caught by metal arms that moved in from the sides, locking it into place.

"Okay Fey, when you're ready!"

There was the sound of shuffling then an awkward grunt, and then the ring was filled with the tip of horse flesh.

Octavia thought she wasn't going to fit for a moment, even with Ruby's adjustments to the size of the ring, but after a moment she slipped through, the very very wide tip of her dick emerging from the chair.

Octavia looked down at it and bit her lip, a little electricity running up her back from her eager puss. Here was the key to unlock ungodly pleasures, the one way to reach the absolute peak of carnal femininity.

But then the cock withdrew to her disappointment.

"I think I'm going to have to put it in something so I can, uh, thrust and make it feel better," came Fey's voice. "Just riding me isn't going to be enough…"

She wanted to thrust? Well Octavia couldn't protest against that, much better than what they usually got.

The view through the ring changed as Fey rolled up onto her hooves and Octavia watched as the ring approached the rear of the teenage griffin girl and her gaped cunt. She realised what she was was intent on doing after a moment. She was going to have this teenager hold the ring with her pussy and fuck her through it.

The view changed as Fey flipped around the ring.

"Ooh what are you doing? You want to impregnate me further? yisssss!! Do it! Do it!" came the teenager's excited voice.

"Something like that," came Fey's murmured reply.

The teenager would be disappointed if she expected full penetration, but at least if her cervix was holding the ring in place she would still experience Fey pounding through her pussy.

Octavia thought about that. Fey would be feeling herself and the teenager at the same time, both their pussies gripping down on her dick, two pussies attempting to handle one enormous dick.

She shivered a little at the thought. Fuck that was hot.

A squeak came from the circle

"Oh- F-Fey I don't know what you're doing, b-but go deeper!"

"I'm trying!"

The edges of the view through the ring suddenly had swollen pink flesh slip around them, the edges of the teenager's pussy, her teenage labia, reddened by thorough breeding. The ring seemed to sink deeper and the light of the forest darkened as her stretched out pussy walls wrapped around the ring.

It was quite a lewd view, looking back along the teenager's tunnel, the lewd shape of her pussy a window out into the world. Fey's face could be seen through the pussy with her tongue sticking from the corner of her mouth in concentration as she pushed the ring deeper until it suddenly came to a stop, crashing up against the teenager's tightly closed cervix.

A girl keeping her alpha's breeding batter inside wouldn't have her cervix open for much, especially not some ring.

Octavia's hand pressed up against her pussy, digging into her swollen folds that clenched around the vibrating dildo inside herself. She watched with increasing arousal as a mass of flesh, an equine plug, rose before the entrance to the teenager's pussy.

Dear gods that was a big dick!

"D-Doo eet!!" came a teenage squeal and the mass of horse cock moved in, pressing up against the opening and then applying pressure.

Octavia watched the impossible view, her hand moving against her clit all the faster until with a *schlorp!* that echoed through the ring, the head popped inside, scraping up against the teenager's walls which spasmed wildly and clenched, drawing in tight, trying to crush the invader.

The dick pushed on all the same, easing past her trembling walls, spreading her out with horse dick until it met the ring and began to emerge through it.

Octavia watched, eyes wide as it rose before her, Fey's dick, slick and wet and slippery with the teenager's plentiful juices, just waiting for a second pussy to wrap around it, sleeving tight in two girl's pussies.

She frantically yanked at the buttons on her skirt and hopping dragged it from her leg, belly and tits wobbling madly. She then grabbed her panties and quite literally ripped them apart, not willing to wait any longer, tossing aside the sopping wet lingerie. She didn't even have to reach down for the next part, she simply flexed her powerful vaginal muscles and squeezed out the enormous horse dildo plugging her puss. The thing launched from her folds with such force that it bounced nearly two feet off the floor, spraying her fluids in every direction before landing with a thud. The thing buzzed for a little before coming to a stop, the massive chunk of rubber lying still.

With a cry of desire she jumped up on the throne, having to stand up on tip-toes to place her gaping snatch over the massive cock, the thing radiating heat in waves that warmed her thighs.

"Wait! Wait!"

"Gods, what now!" cried Octavia turning to the voice.

It was Ruby again, stranded on her belly nearby.

"You almost forgot the mini ring!"

Octavia blinked at her, confused for a second before recalling what she meant. The throne was large like it was because it had been built to take any girls humping and thrusting onto Fey's dick, big enough even for Heather.

But it was also part of the much larger machine behind, and the device that connected it was resting on the arm of the throne.

She plucked it up, a six inch wide steel ring. Currently blocked off with a metal plug, it was more like a disk than a ring.

It was a second smaller portal. She lifted it and balanced it on the tip of Fey's dick, small in comparison to Fey's girth. The portal of course led to the pumping machine set behind the throne. The machine was truly a vast thing the size of a building, designed after what might be used at a cowkin dairy, but much much larger.

She lowered her pussy lips down, barely even noticing the cold steel of the smaller ring due to the size of her gape and then slowly lowered her full body weight down onto the tip.

"Oh, fuck she's so much biggger, of fuck! oh fuuuck!!!" she keened as her labia started to stretch, her pussy becoming even more sensitive.

"Oh please shut up Octavia,"  groaned Rebecca, "The size for these things doesn't update with her!"

The dogkin girl was standing over a new rubber dildo, a clear rubber thing engraved with runes. She casually lowered herself down onto it, her gape easily taking the massive thing, familiar with constant practice. Her pregnant belly bulged up, tenting out with the dildo and parting her breasts. She clenched her pussy muscles and with a grunt of effort rose to her feet, the base of the dildo seen between her thighs.

Her knees turned inward and her hips squirmed, thighs brushing against the eight inch thick clear rubber hose inserted into the base of the dildo. The hose was very wide so as to allow a great quantity of liquid to pass through it at once.

She adjusted the dildo in her pussy, getting it comfortable.

Behind her Heather pulled free her extra textured dildo and tossed it from the pillows where she lay. Then adjusting her hips she inserted a clear rubber dildo that was a closer copy of Fey's cock. This too had a large rubber hose running from its base.

"Right, s-sorry." Octavia bit her lip as she started to apply pressure again, and with a drop her pussy lips popped around the broad head, stretching thin in the most delicious way possible. Such texture! It felt like just touching this thing lit her pleasure clusters on fire, like the very surace of it was somehow the optimal surface possible to stimulate a girl.

With a slow wonderful feeling she allowed her weight to slowly impale herself on dick, easing down and down, slipping over the medial ring, and then reaching the base, watching with excitement as her belly tented out with horse dick, parting her breasts. She shuddered as she reached the base, a gush of her juices spilling over the wood and leather of the throne to spill over the edge onto the floor, that is what didn't spill into the portal and flood the teenager's pussy, their pussy juices mingling around Fey's dick, forming an even more slick lubricant for her.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she draped her hands over her belly bulge. This was where the world made sense to her, relaxing with a massive fucking horse cock stretching out her pussy, turning her body into a sleeve for dick. And it. was. wonderful.

Some journalists had inside sources, or a muse, to cause them to write articles and news and journals. She had a fat fucking horse dick, and it was the best inspiration ever.

"Hnnff, gods I needed this."

She could feel Fey inside her, twitching stiffly, eager to cum.

And then the cock started to withdraw, pulling both through her pussy and the teenager's pussy, her belly bulge descending down between her breasts, pulling back, through her womb and tunnel, scraping through her.

As the cock descended down gasps and moans went up from the girls around her. She looked around to see the clear dildos in every pussy pull back, easing from pussy with the exact same motion as Fey drew back her hips from the teenager, the dildos mirroring her motion, the runes that had been cast into the rubber giving of a faint magical glow.

The club had used the enormous amount of money they had acquired well. Only the finest would be acceptable for the Fey sperm network.

Dildos were pulled from pussies, and then driven back home with a brutal thrust as Fey thrust into the teenage griffin girl and Octavia both, motions instinctively optimal to draw the most pleasure possible with just that motion, primal expertise.

A chorus of howls went up as the dildo copies of Fey's cock mirrored the motion exactly.

"Oh fuuuurck!" cried Octavia as her belly tented out, breast bouncing apart.

I wasn't just the girls in the club house, howling was echoing out across the city, every girl in the Fey sperm network being thrust into, Fey unknowingly controlling so many many dildos, thousands of pussies all connected as one, thousands of wombs and pregnant girls.

They all knew in an instant. This wasn't just the clumsy work of the club trying to emulate Fey's thrusts using the machine when she wasn't there, this was Fey herself, and dear gods did it make a difference. They might not be experiencing Fey's cock for real, but they were experiencing Fey in another way.

Octavia gripped the arms of the thrones as her pussy spasmed, a long powerful spray of her juices shooting up from between her shaking thighs, spraying her fluids over the desk, knocking over pens and soaking through papers.

She didn't care, and nor did the other girls as fountains of pussy juices squirted into the air freely, hands mauling at breasts or playing with clits as the club turned into a group activity, sharing together their joy.

She could tell Fey was getting into it, her next thrust long and brutal, sawing into both pussies with the full intent to unload. This wasn't just sex, this was breeding, something on a whole other level.

Her belly tented out before her greedy eyes and with it came pleasures like never before

"Nngh! UUOOH!!" she wailed along with so many others.

The thrust peaked and with it so did the cries of pleasure.

Fey quickly found a long and slow sawing motion and sunk into it, thrusting and pounding into pussy, or rather, two pussies, both Octavia and Lush quivering around her length, their walls scraped up as four feet of dick plunged past their labias, clits jerking and twitching.

Two cores flexing and squeezing down on the intruder, clenching down around dick, two sleeves stimulating and massaging and feeling oh so wonderful. Double the pussy for Fey to enjoy.

To Fey it truly felt incredible, and that was reflected in how enthusiastically she bucked into them.

"O-oh-mmmmff!-HNNN!! FUCK!! F-Fey, you're too muuuuuch!" wailed Octavia as she squirted across the floor in a long and powerful Squirsshhhh!!

She felt sure the teenager was losing it too, in fact the fluids gushing from the steel ring weren't just her own, the teenager's ouptut was also adding to the puddle on the floor, their liquid enthusiasm mingling.

Already the floor was puddled with lakes of femininity, and the water line was only rising.

Octavia howled as her plump pussy was forced to stretch and strain around new and so much larger centaur dick, going from puffy and engorged to paper thin as she was re-shaped around Fey's sheer girth. Her inner walls went mad as she was beyond overstimulated, her puss becoming gushy with her juices, glistening with so much dew, beads of her fluid became streams and rivulets, running down her jiggling thighs and wobbling belly to drip-drip and add to the forming lake below.

She barely had time to comprehend how good it felt to once more be so hopelessly filled with horse dick before Fey began to saw back out. Her sloppy pussy squelched and suckled at the massive thing as it withdrew, every little vein and bump tearing up her insides, scraping her walls in a way that no other could, dredging out a shocking amount of sticky sloppy pussy juice as it did so that the rivulets turned from rivulets into floods and waves that coated her legs from top to bottom, sprinkling and dripping and streaming from every toe.

Octavia's core flexed around Fey's cock, putting her all into milking the horse penis. Still, despite it all, she was suddenly jerked out of her own pleasure by a scream of pleasure next to her ear, so loud it made her ears ring.

She realised that a number of portal rings had been left on the throne, leaning against one of the arms. She snatched them up as she rode, curious to see who else was enjoying Fey.

The first ring showed a view over a city street filled with pregnant bellies, a girl perched on top of each. A clear rubber dildo was pistoning in and out of them all, keeping exact time with Fey's thrusts into Octavia, their breasts and bellies rocking back and forth as males ran around in a panic.

Another ring and she found Rina. The perverted Lamia hadn't even paused in her fucking and was happily taking dildos, her husband, still wearing the clear dildo as a strapon, was being jerked back and forth as the dildo plunged into her folds, helpless. Above Kevin the ridiculous centaur had arrived, holding up her tail and adding in with his own enormous strapon, two dildos pounding into her stretched out pussy, his hooves balanced on her belly as he expertly manoeuvred to fit into the busy rear of the lamia, his balls bouncing off Iskren's head. The two Lupine were still there too, one fucking her asshole the other frantically skullfucking her mouth. Faint muffled yells for "moere! MOAR!" were coming from Rina, the insatiable lamia still not satisfied.

Another ring and a cowkin dairy, vast breasts that disappeared down into the earth inside a cavernous warehouse, rows of cowkins, their rears perked up in the air presenting as the Fey dildos pistoned in and out of them, cries of Fey! Were filling the air as well as the sounds of pumping machines under duress as their lactation redoubled. In fact she could see red lights flickering on as capacity was exceeded.

Another, the adventurers guild, or what little could be seen of it, a trio of vast minotaur girls blacked the view through the ring filling up the street outside on their own. These three seemed to have Fey's thrusting into them, her hooves balancing on their vast pregnancies. Illusions of Fey, if Octavia knew the Hammer Horns.

A harpy girl was there too, flapping her green wings madly as she was pumped by no less than four illusion Fey's.

The next ring showed an orgy of orc girls, their bellies having smashed down several buildings. Those of them who had yet to come into their mega pregnancy were fucking each other's bellies bulging with dildo.

Another showed a school, or at least an open air one. Girls with pregnancies at least a dozen feet across were lined up in rows on the school grass, all of them wearing school uniforms still, flitty dresses barely covering rears where dildos inserted in between thighs, books balanced on their engorged breasts as the teacher, an also extremely pregnant woman commanded a lecture.

All of them were struggling to concentrate as the clear rubber dildos pistoned in and out of their pussies, and when they squirted it would often spray down the row behind them. Chaos, barely controlled.

"You will hnff, find that, historically oh god, that the elven empire- fuck- harder! Created magics- furrk- and enchantment- HNNN! That can't be replicated todaaiiiEEEEEE!" said the teacher as she struggled valiantly on despite losing her mind to the thrusting of the dildo.

To the side of the class was a much much larger belly which she couldn't see the top of, a belly as large as all the other girls combined possibly. She didn't have to guess who it was. Sarah the plump bunnykin still managed to keep up with her lessons as well as enchanting every dildo the club manufactured to vibrate on command.

So many girls, and these were just a fraction of the number currently connected to the network.

The last gave a view from on high above the club, a view that stretched streets and streets into he hormonal pussy fog that clung to the city, hundreds of belles wobbling as Fey fucked them, a chorus of screaming and moaning heard in the air.

The thought of sharing so many with Fey drove Octavia's arousal to new unforeseen heights

and she could not hold her composure together any longer, the hand holding the ring jerked and spasmed as a mountainous orgasm rocked her body.

"OOHhh fuuUCK Fey!"

Her fingers darted down to where the steel ring sat, brushing against her stiff clit before dipping below and feeling the surface of the massive amounts of horse dick that was being sawed in and out of her cunt, veins and medial ring making her fingertips bounce and jerk from its passage, flicking them back as Fey THRUST once more, sending her tits bouncing and rippling as her belly tented upward. Then a moment later sank back down as Fey withdrew, her labia dragged down inside the portal ring, stretching out inches below her muff.

She could feel the teenager griffin girl's pussy clenching down on top of her dragged down labia, squeezing the sensitive flesh between the teenager's rippling pussy walls and the brutal hardness of Fey's dick.

“EEeehh!! I- I can't—!”

It was just too much and sent her over the edge.

Squirssshh! Squirssshh! Squirssshh!

Her ankles drummed against the throne as her fingers clawed at the armrests, her back arching with the sensation.

The floor below was starting to become awash with pussy juice, nearing an inch in depth, a pool of cunt honey that steamed and created more hormonal fog, steaming the club house, turning it into a female sauna.

"Oh fuck Fey, I can't wait any longer to be huge, fucking fill meee!!!"

She grabbed frantically to the side and snatched up a spare dildo, a long purple thing. She slapped the dildo against her bulging belly, the huge slab of rubber pressing tight, and then her arms wrapped around it, holding it in place.

The pressure and weight of the thing squeezed her insides more tightly against Fey, but that was not what she'd grabbed it for. Holding her breath her hand slapped against the base, and the extreme level vibration spell that Sarah the bunnykin had cast on it activated, the most powerful, without being dangerous, spell the bunnykin knew.

The thing, Buzzed. Although buzzed wasn't quite strong enough of a word. The vibration it produced radiated through her body, spreading out and causing her to vibrate herself, making her breasts ripple like jelly along with her preggers belly, the sound of clacking eggs coming from within.

But most of all it seemed to affect her pussy, and perhaps most importantly, it made Fey's cock vibrate.

A vibration that the enchanted machine copied.

The sound of thousands and thousands of girls howling up at the sky filled the air as the feeling of Fey was compounded by Fey now having a freaking super vibrating penis.

Simultaneous orgasm from thousands of pussies sent squirting sprays of pussy juice shooting up into the air as naked legs thrashed and kicked, bare thighs slap-slapping against enormous bellies, toes splaying out and scrunching up, ankles drumming and kicking, legs spreading doing the splits, or slapping and squeezing together with immense pressure.

None could hold it back as untold gallons of squirt exploded from between thighs, stretched out pussies exploding their joy from around enormous dildos.

Octavia herself, being the most sensitive, and experiencing the larger real deal Fey cock, could only throw her head back and howl, floods and floods of her juices rushing form her nethers, spraying down her own legs, splashing between her toes, soaking her hips as it went everywhere. Messy was an understatement. Her pussy was spraying like a split damn.

Of course with so much stimulation Fey was never going to last long

Octavia's wailing went hypersonic as the cock in her pussy suddenly bulged with increased girth, stretching her out even further as cum roared up, gallons and gallons of compressed jizz, desperate to escape.

Fey exploded into her and in a moment the desk was obliterated, crushed as a lake of jizz hosed into her screaming womb.

Her belly pinned the huge dildo against her belly bulge and she was free to claw and maul at her breasts which had begun to lactate, spraying milk into the air. She wasn't the only one and the lake of pussy juice was rapidly becoming cloudy as gallons of milk joined it.

"Feeeyyy!" Wailed Octavia.

"The machine! Quickly the machine!" cried Ruby.

Octavia was lost in a storm of orgasms, a hurricane of pleasure, but she had just a sliver of good sense left to know to slap her hand down on the arm of the throne and fully activate the machine behind.

With a rising whine the machine lurched, great pumps roaring to life, starting to drive up and then down, pistons the size of buildings drawing in with enormous suction, all focused in the center of the machine, where a small steel ring lay, one that was currently plugged and capped.

With a twist the cap came off and white exploded free, portaled directly from Octavia's womb, a hose of white that sprayed against the glass walls. In a moment cum was filling up the bottom then rising upward, filling the vast central container in seconds before roaring down the dozens of clear rubber pipes that attached to the top, splitting apart over and over into eight-inch-thick tubes that snaked across the building and then the city, leading to so many thousands of pussies.

Octavia's belly growth started to slow as the ring in her womb sucked out as much as Fey put into her, reduced to growing mere inches at a time.

Cum flooded down every rubber hose, shooting across the room to every clear rubber dildo.

It reached Rebecca first as she had the shortest and most direct corrections and she squealed as the dildo in her pussy suddenly put on inches of girth and then exploded into her womb in a slurry of breeding batter. Wonderfully fresh and piping hot centaur spunt sprayed against her womb walls, making her belly balloon outward in an instant, instantly too heavy for the cupping levitating cloth her belly slammed to the floor, splashing down amongst the pussy juice as it spread outward.

"Oh Moon! Oh my! OH!! AHH!! OHhhHhh!!!” she cried, her rear perking up into the air as she squirted, legs spreading wide as she presented herself to be filled with breeding seed.

The other girls around squealed as cum ran into their pussies, their massive bellies filled with eggs starting to slowly expand, the cavern system below starting to become cramped as bellies pressed against bellies, squeezing and slipping against each other. Already their true bodies were starting to rise up into the air, the floor creaking and groaning and splintering as the entire floor of the hall rose with the girls' growth and slowly came apart, the lake of squirt rapidly draining down into the caverns below.

Octavia's legs stiffened as the thought of all the cum flowing through her, impregnating her further, only to go on to impregnate thousands more, it was enough to make her cum on the spot and she hugged at her building sized belly pushing her breasts up, wailing and moaning as her body sang.

Yes this would—

Her belly lurched outward, putting on four feet in size in a second.

She blinked. Had Fey just cum harder?

"H-hey, F-Fey, s-slow down! The machine c-can't keep up!"

She didn't and Octavia felt her cock swell as more cum roared through into her womb, her belly rolling outwards as uncountable gallons roared into her womb, lakes worth of hyper virile seed.

Her belly expanded until it pressed up against Rebecca and Heather's building sized bellies and the machine. She had become huge and fecund and was running out of room to expand as the other girls rose from the floor, being pushed up and up by their expanding bellies.

It was too much!

But still Fey came.

Behind her the machine let out a groan as the pressure built in the main tank, the pipes leading from the top bulged outward, thickening as the load increased. The swollen pipes expanded, rolling out in girth along their length until they reached the first of the dildos and roared through the rubber dildos, stretching them making them even larger in pussies.

"Ghha! furrk!" groaned Octavia.

This… this was starting to become a problem!

Just how backed up was this damned centaur?!

Groaning and creaking was coming from the machine behind and the pipes expanded once more, unable to contain the sheer quantity of sperm that Fey was producing. The pumps were starting back up too, becoming useless as the amount Fey was forcing through over took any suction making it unnecessary. Sperm flowed where it shouldn't and small hairline cracks were starting to appear in the main tank.

There was no room left around her! Her belly was spilling over the others and filling the gaps between them as their bellies grew too, the hall was full, there was no more room! They were at the ceiling!

A steel ring rolled onto her breasts and she glanced through it to see streets filled with bellies, growing and pushing up the girls on them, rising up above the roofs and spilling over top, either breaking down and crushing the buildings or covering them from view, bellies meeting from street to street until the view was of nothing but a carpet of bellies stretching off into the foggy distance, pipes thrashing and straining as they unloaded endless amounts of Fey cum into welcoming pussies.

This might have been a mistake! How was there this much?! There had never been so much at once before!

"Hnff! Fey! Y-You need to staahhhp!"

The centaur couldn't hear her of course.

So she did the only thing she could think of to send a message. She grabbed the vibrating dildo and stuffed it under her rear, pressing the thing against her pussy that was clenching around Fey's dick,

The vibration passed through, and-

She realised a second later that this might actually have been a mistake.

Her screams became muffled as her belly buried her face and the pumps behind her exploded, the backwash filling them and rupturing them, the rubber pipes on top doubling in width as seed was forced through them from Fey's god-like ejaculation alone.

The final immense load flowed through Octavia and the machine and then it was done. Fey was spent.

Octavia was pinned by her cum belly, just her arms sticking out, but at least she was no longer expanding, at least Fey was no longer cumming.

Phew.

And then Fey started to thrust once more.