Reality Shift

"Yes, squeeze my tits, Wintergreen," they encouraged him, though he could not even see them with how his vision was blocked out by her breasts. "Lots of milk coming for the best of bois, yes... But you've got to drink it all up or you won't be ready for your dinner of more milk!"

A finger was wagged sternly at him but the goat had no choice but to suckle as it slipped into him, down his throat, so sweet, so creamy. It would have been nice if it had been something else, but Wintergreen thought that he might have been thinking that a bit too much. Dimly, his mind tried to wander once again to thoughts of escape, yet it did not seem to be something in his control, not at all, grunting, groaning, his cock aching with such desire that it was impossible to consider anything else.

"Momma's puss is gonna make you feel all tingly!" She squealed, eyes alight with lust for him. "Hee-hee, ohhhhhh, Wintergreeeeen!"

She took great pleasure in using him, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing, the goat helpless under her as she slurred a little, words coming, for the first time, with a little more difficulty. Every pump of her pussy down onto his length, strong thighs spread around him, speared his dick into her hot, wet depths, liberally dripping with the tiger's arousal. And yet Wintergreen felt himself close to cumming already, his body aching for more, desire unlike any other flooding him through. It was good, too good, the tightness around his prick getting him off once again.

"Ohhhhhh!"

His cry was muffled around the milk flooding his muzzle, squirting out from the corners of his lips, unable to do anything else, howling, losing his sense of self. Yet there was more milk and saliva in his muzzle than ever and he could barely keep it all in his mouth at any one time, whimpering, gulping, helplessly taking all down his throat that he possibly could. It seemed like the only thing that he could do even as it went down the wrong pipe, even if he had realised by then that the tightness in his lungs was imagined rather than something that would cause him pain.

He didn't need to breathe anymore... Wintergreen didn't know why that was one thing that terrified him more than anything else. Yet arousal overwhelmed fear, a cycle that bounced back and forth, howling, crying, whimpering, pleasure swelling and flooding his body as something twisted deep in his gut.

His cock spurted more and more cum, pumping it up into the tigress riding him, a beauty with a long, flowing wave of auburn hair to match her fur. With her head thrown back, her breasts wobbled with every grind down of her lips, lost in the moment of pleasure, luxuriating in taking him even as his nuts ached and churned. Sending ropes of thick seed up into her, some drooled out viscously around the girth of his meaty cock, her body fitting him perfectly, but her lower abdomen bloated out a little too, as if he had become more productive.

Milk squirted over his face as the strawberry nipple was forced from his lips, though the tigresses tits, all six of them, did not stop dripping and leaking, not in the slightest. Moans filled the huge room, echoing strangely, as other tigresses pleased themselves with one another, grinding onto sex toys like the giant double-ended dildos and strap-ons, taking their pleasure as suited them while they waited their turns.

"Oh... Yes..." Her tongue lolled out, squeezing and hugging his head to her tits, though the tiger seemed to be having a little more trouble talking than before. "Yes... So good... What a...good boi..."

The tigresses moaned, hefting him up in the air, though Wintergreen's sense of reality twisted as he was turned upside-down. That was not something that they cared for his comfort in, however, his long, thick prick diving straight down the throat of another tigress, though it was hard to tell them all apart. They all seemed to blur into one great sea of lust, moaning and groaning, their yowls and mewls soft as they wrapped around.

"Please..." He tried to say, the word thick in his mouth as he pushed it forth. "Please... No... Stop..."

Single words seemed to be doable to him, though even those slipped away quickly, his mouth filling up with saliva. He was forced to keep gulping, though that was harder than ever upside down, until he simply gave up and allowed his arms to hang and his jaw to remain open. Drool slopped out over his muzzle as he shuddered, though another tigress hugging him, pressing her breasts to him, milk soaking into his fur, helped a little. It was a distraction, even as his nuts ached and throbbed, feeling readier still for orgasm.

It was hard to keep track of time, but the drugs in his system would, slowly, reduce the time needed between orgasms. Time jumped all over the place when a fur was being overwhelmed with pleasure, as the government officials had been told, though Wintergreen was not privy to that. He did not need to know, not when he was receiving his course of treatment, a course of treatment that would go on for the rest of his life.

He blinked, moaning, clinging to a tigress, burying his muzzle in her tits. Oh, that felt good, so good. Yes, it was good to be close to her. It didn't even register to him that his thoughts were steadily growing slower and slower, the goat's lips dull and heavy, losing his sense of self. But was that even something that, after all that Wintergreen had been through, he even needed?

"My wittle boi wuvs to play with mommy's big boobies, doesn't he? Yes... Yesh, he does..."

The tigresses were beginning to slur, though they understood the drop in intelligence more than Wintergreen did, the goat merely there and along for the ride, even if he did not understand it. With breasts shoved into his face, all he could do was gulp milk down, grunting, thrusting, lost in pleasure.

Milk slopped over him, covering his face, mingling with his drool, not even aware of what time had passed as the tigress' throat took his entire cock. It felt longer too, but he could not understand why it had grown, what had changed, a bulge pushing down the tiger's throat as she gulped him down with obvious relish.

Good... So good... He blinked, wavering on the edge of submission. It was good to be a good boi, to give in to his mommy. They were only trying to look after him, after all. Was that such a bad thing?

A sense of unease still lingered in the pit of his stomach, fingers twitching. Was he supposed to be doing something else? No... No, that could not be. He was right where he needed to be, the tigress grunting as his nuts throbbed and he unloaded yet another outpouring of cum straight down her throat.

Yet the flow of semen didn't stop, pouring down, swelling out her belly. Out and out and out her stomach bloated, more and more cum filling her as if there was to be no end to it, pouring into her, swelling her gut, her hands rubbing it as she moaned. Her lower set of breasts was pushed out further from the growth of her belly, though no one paused for that as creamy seed sloshed about inside her, pushing and pouring back and forth.

It was not the greatest orgasm, however, that he would have in the government facility, Wintergreen blinking as he was pulled back, the edges of the tigresses taking on an ethereal quality.

"Whoa..." He slurped through a mouthful of drool. "You... You..."

But the words would not come. They were not needed. Nothing was needed as they trembled and shivered with bright reds and greens and yellows, the edges of them juddering in a different kind of reality. It was like being high, or the floaty feeling that his whole body got when he had had one too many drinks, as if he didn't know where he was stepping anymore, dull and light at the same time.

He'd liked that feeling before. That meant that it couldn't be bad in the current day and present moment either.

Wintergreen's head spun, his cock dragged luxuriously from the pussy of the tigress as if her body did not quite want to let up on its hold over him. Yet the tigresses had more for him during his next recovery period, the tip of his cock still dripping and drooling, though it would take only a little time for him to get to his next orgasm.

Never had Wintergreen been rimmed, but the goat found himself squeaking and moaning as his mommy tigers crowded around him, lying on a bed of tits, not even seeing the floor. A tongue quested up under his tail as he slurped and drooled, desperately clinging to anyone that he could for some sense of stability, though he was perfectly safe where he was. No, nothing bad at all was going to happen to him there, not even as the raspy, luxurious tongue of a tigress lapped up under his tail, teasing and pleasing his tail hole.

Oh... Oh, that was good. Very good, in fact, and very different to anything he recalled experiencing, moaning around a mouthful of saliva. Only sexual thoughts crossed his mind and they were more like disconnected words and images than anything else, nuzzling into a pile of breasts, not even knowing which tigress they were attached to at any given time. All he knew was that he needed to fuck, to hump, to get more, another tigress somewhere under him and the mound of tits sucking down his cock into her throat.

"Mmmph, yesh... Take thhher deep..."

He thought he heard them, but with the slurring, it was sometimes hard to pick out the words. Did it matter? Wintergreen didn't know anymore, grunting, thrusting, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

It was too much for him, a tongue flicking up to the underside of his shaft, his length larger than ever. By that time, his length had grown to three feet in length, though there were hours left for it to grow, his stomach no longer rumbling. The saliva production had ramped up significantly, however, spilling out and coating everything damply and slickly, making it so that there was always plenty of lubrication. Not that that mattered, not really, his head lost in lust as a tongue dug so very eagerly up into his tail hole.

"Good boy..." Someone crooned, rubbing him around the base of his horns and behind his ears. "Yes... Good, so good..."

They had more words left to him than Wintergreen did, though his mommies struggled too, considering the drop in their intelligence. The lessening of it took a few words from

"Wittle one," someone cooed, coddling him, smooshing his nose into yet another pair of tits, huge tit-flesh squashing around his muzzle as he desperately lapped and moaned, sucking a thick nipple into his mouth. "Yes... Oh... Mommy luvs you! Soooo gooooood, besthht boi..."

That was an impressive sentence for her through her slurring, fumbled words, considering how her thought processes were changing, though the tigresses did not mind, not as their skin prickled and tingled, showing them all that could be possible with the ramping up of their lust. Her nose pressed in closer and closer to his tail hole, though Wintergreen was not aware of what was happening with so much overwhelming him, the pressure building up inside him. His nuts throbbed, two feet across each, larger than his cock was (when it came to things being proportional) but that only allowed him even more cum to send forth, pump after pump, when his time came.

Yet his orgasm that time was even swifter to arrive as he howled, cries muffled, between another's tits, practically motorboating them as milk drooled and dripped all around him, too lost in the moment to care anymore. He didn't even remember just why he had been so against everything that they had been offering him there in the first place, losing himself, the goat that Wintergreen had once been.

"Let momma make your bottom feel good..." One crooned, her tongue thick in her mouth, slurping, drooling, moaning. "Soooooo gooood, wittle baby boi..."

Yes... Good... Pleasure... Feels...good...

His mind worked slowly, tongue hanging out, the teasing pressure on his tail hole sending his cock spurting straight down the maw of another lustful tigress, though she gulped and swallowed it all down. Her throat expanded to take his larger cock as it rammed its way down, his nuts heavy, so heavy -- or at least they would have been heavy if he had had to hold up his own body at all. With so many tigresses to rest on and to play with, he might never have had to walk on his own two hooves ever again.

Deeper... Fuck... Need...more...

Wintergreen grunted, humping and grinding, though it was hard not to push back onto the tongue and muzzle of the tigress behind him. Her nose disappeared into his anal ring, shocking him dimly with how easily his own body stretched, though it was merely his increased elasticity at work, showing him just a little bit more of what his body could do. Her entire head disappeared inside his anal passage as his entire body exploded in orgasm, pumping load after load into a tiger's maw, while his backside was pleased.

It was good, even though his mind slipped away from him, psychedelic images flashing across his vision as he blinked. One time, he blinked and the tigress before him had become twenty feet tall, a perfect example of hyper beauty. Another time, he blinked and he was suddenly surrounded by breasts and only breasts, the tiger faces even having been replaced by breasts and not only their butts.

"Yesh..." He slurped through the saliva in his mouth, though it was mostly the lack of intelligence that made his words harder to understand. "More... Yesh... Pleashhh..."

"Suck on moooommmmyyy..." The tigresses slurred. "Real good, deeeeeep nipple suuuuck..."

"Ohhh, good boi... Wintergreen... Good wittle...baby boi..."

They were more intelligent than him in terms of mental capacity, though it was easier for them to speak when they were not actively fucking Wintergreen, breasts jiggling. One dragged him into a kiss as the maw around his spurting cock was swapped for a butt, the breasts pressing around him as he squeezed his rampantly hard dick into a tail hole that sucked his length down easily.

Time had no meaning, the light in there always the same, as the tigresses pooled around him, the drugs in the goat's system making him feel as if the world was shaking, shifting and tilting around him. Yet it was all very pleasant and pleasurable, as if the world had been turned into a giant trampoline, sending him bouncing and cavorting wildly through the air, each bounce firing off tigresses with giant, jiggling bobs along with him.

"Wheeeeeee!"

There was no longer a tigress under his tail, though the sensation of pleasure remained as he hungrily pounded a tail hole. It had been silly, really silly, to hold back, driving on, thrust after thrust bringing a fresh wave of tingling pleasure to him. His balls hung down to his knees, a little beyond, swelling and churning, the rate of growth increasing as his intelligence dumbed down. But he didn't need that, not with such a long, thick cock, a cock to please, a cock to fuck with. He didn't know what else he would possibly do with a cock otherwise, humping into a tail hole, feeling the stretch around him even as his length blossomed more and more.

A shorter time again between orgasm and his largest, longest climax yet. It was one that rumbled up from the very pit of his being, snarling and heaving, rocking his entire body as he moaned out loud. His nuts ached and ached as he thrust, pounding into the tigress' arse, the softness of the breasts pressing back against his hips so light, so teasing, so alluring. He had to push into it even more furtively as the cannon of his cock finally let loose, spilling his heady load of cum in powerful spurts, his whole lower body shaking from the force of them.

And yet the tigress that he had pushed into, his head full encased between four tits at the time, had to take it all.

"Yes... Fill... Fill mommyyyyy! Yesh! Yesh, oh, yesh!"

Her cries echoed across the room, mingling with those of others, yet she had to take every drop of cum as it pumped up inside her, bloating out her stomach more and more. The sheer volume of it, his nuts forever replenishing what was inside them, forced her belly to expand to contain it, which was another way in which the extreme elasticity helped her body satisfy Wintergreen. Her breasts lifted a little, pushed out of the way as she groaned, tongue spilling out, drooling thickly, hours having passed.

Yes... Yes, their time was coming, even though she did not have to talk fluently and fluidly to be the very best mommy she possibly could be to Wintergreen. That was her purpose in life, the only reason she was there and had wanted to be there, she thought dimly, climaxing yet again on the goat's shaft. A dick did not have to be rammed into her pussy anymore to make her cum, anything, even the lightest of touches, setting the incredibly horny tigresses off. It was the best way to live and there was little else that any of them could have wanted.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

He filled her up like a balloon, her stomach fifteen feet across in the end, bloated out so perfectly with sloshing seed that it did not even sag under its own weight. The tenseness of her skin was such that her strong body held him perfectly, even though Wintergreen moaned through sloppy mouthfuls of saliva, head spinning.

The goat panted heavily, though that was merely a reflex. Some part of him finally understood that the need to breathe had slipped from him, along with pain. Everything felt good, even being bumped and jostled, as he sat back onto four pairs of huge tits, though Wintergreen could not tell whether they all belonged to one tiger or two. It didn't matter, not as he sat on their incredible softness, the give in them taking his breath away as his head was cradled.

"Good baby boi..."

"Sweet goatie..."

"Mommy's best boi..."

"Stay with your mommies foreverrrrrr, yesh, Winter... Winter... Wint-errrr-green..."

They had more words in their repertoire than he did, slurring and fumbling, though Wintergreen grinned goofily, their faces wavering and darting above him, no longer just orange and white and black but flickering through all shades of the rainbow. He liked that, he liked that rather a lot, though he did not understand how his reality was being twisted as if he was in a simulation. The moans of all the others waiting for him filled his ears, his cock turgid, already ready to cum again even though it had been hardly any minutes at all since his last climax.

One of the tigresses took a strap-on cock and ground into another, providing a show for him while he sat on the chair of breasts, ramming into another tigress to show off what their bodies could do. The goat moaned at the show, but he could no longer speak, only straining dully, unintelligently, knowing that he wanted something even as his cock throbbed. But what was it? Oh... Oh, he wanted his mommy!

"Take care..."

"...of you..."

"Only our...gooooood boi, Winter...greeeeen..."

"Cute wittle goatie boi...just..."

"The besth goathee boi in the whole worrrld..."

They finished each other's sentences with what words they had, panting, slurping on their own saliva, eyes bright with desire for him. Before his eyes, the strap-on fucking tigers, one standing and one on all fours, a sort of downward facing dog position, growing larger and larger, as if they were being projected on a screen.

A show... A show just for him! A tiger claimed his mouth with hers and, even though she was in the way as she kissed him, he still could see everything that was going on, the drugs filling in the blanks, the moans of the tigers reverberating sweetly through him. He saw them fucking harder and faster in psychedelic, crazy colours, their breasts bloating out even more so that the two of them, in his drug-induced haze, filled half the arena.

The breasts under him squashed softly as he kissed the tigress, saliva wetly share and slopped between their muzzles, spilling down her tits as more and more milk leaked out. He groped her breasts eagerly, forgetting, finally, that he had had any resistance to what was happening in the first place, though the sweetness of that cream was something that he yearned for too.