Urban Oddballs: 19

"You're right, but I'm not a lesbo you ass!" Oeno yelled.

"Okay, whatever," Lacotomiss giggled.

"You can't do this, though, it's not fair!" Oeno fired back, thinking it over.

"Well, you won't remember any of this. This space is a manifestation of a fever dream you're having, it exists but it doesn't. Kind of hard to explain."

"Wait, what?" Oeno said, shaking her head in confusion.

"Welp, time to wake up!" Lacotomiss laughed

"What?" Oeno mumbled as she fell out of the abyss and back into the waking word.

***

Now in front of Zeba and Dodger's home, Annry walked Sarah to the door. They were greeted by Zeba, who was caressing her stomach that had bulged a bit since Annry had last seen her. Though, now still recovering from the massive weight gain caused by the mansion incident, Zeba was restricted to a chair. Lucky for her, she was able to receive new artificial arms.

"Hi Mommy!" Sarah giggled, hugging her mother.

"Welcome back home, sweetie," Zeba said, hugging her child.

"Uh, hi Zeba..." Annry said, rubbing one foot over the other.

"Go wash up, baby, and I'll make you a little something, okay?" Zeba smiled to her daughter.

"Okay, thank you again for the nice time, Ms. Annry," Sarah cheered as she ran into her room.

"Um, I guess I'll be going now," Annry nodded with a squeamish bubbling in her guts as she turned to leave.

"Wait," Zeba said with a calm cadence.

"Wha?" Annry murmured, turning around with an uncomfortable pit forming in her stomach.

"It really means a lot that you've been watching out for Sarah. She really has taken a liking to you and the new bard. Poppy I think, right?" Zeba smiled.

"Uh yeah, but look, I..." Annry announced in an apologetic tone before being stopped by the calm rise of Zeba's hand.

"No need to apologize, Annry, things have been hard...almost unbearably so. But its gets easier, and having people like you and the rest of the girls means a lot to me."

*Sniff* "Uh, yeah, yeah, thanks Z," Annry said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Oh, and I have some good news. I'm expecting!" Zeba smiled, holding a loving hand over her well-padded belly.

"Oh, my gods, that's wonderful. Congratulations, Z!" Annry clapped, wrapping her arms around Z!"

"Hehe, I told Sarah to keep it a secret. I was going to tell you all at the party I had planned in the coming weeks. Speaking of which, Steven wanted you and Gaxi to come to his fight," Zeba explained, reaching for her phone.

"Oh, okay. Wait, fight?" Annry squinted, confused.

"Yeah, yeah, Steven started up a career as a boxer. His first big fight is in a few days and he wanted all of the rescue party to come. We couldn't get tickets for everyone, sadly, but I do have an extra due to bro having work that day," Zeba explained.

"Oh, uh, how is Dodger?" Annry asked with a shy air of embarrassment in her voice.

"He's good, he's good. A little tired from work, but good never the less," Zeba smiled.

"Does he, uh, does he talk about me?" Annry said, looking away while rocking back and forth on her heels.

"Mmm, I'm afraid not. Sorry Annry," Zeba sighed.

"Oh, um, I see," Annry mumbled, her ears drooping in rejection.

"Don't feel bad. Um, here, let me forward you those tickets," Zeba murmured with a tinge a regret for telling Annry the truth.

"Thanks, I'll give these to the girls. Um, who do I give the last one to?" Annry asked, looking down at her phone.

"Um, well, that up to you. I would like to meet this Poppy girl, she seems fun from what Sarah has told me about her," Zeba nodded.

"Well alright, I'll ask her if she's interested," Annry agreed.

***

"Oh shit, right there!" Rupert sighed as Poppy lapped up the sensitive skin of his taint with her long doggie tongue, making sure to pleasure his cock with her soft padded hand at the same time.

"Ah, Rupert you're so bad, teehehe," laughed Helga, raising from Poppy's sopping wet cunt.

"Gah, M'lady!" Rupert squealed with a pensive bellow of pleasure as his sick spout shot out thick rivets of cum over Poppy.

"Wow babe, that was a lot," Poppy giggled.

"Let me get that for you," Helga giggled, licking the cum from the nape of Poppy's neck.

"Hey, that tickles! You're a quick little one, aren't ya?" Poppy squirmed as the tiny tongue scooped the puddles of man juice from the back of the woman's neck.

"Whew, who's ready to go next?" Rupert panted.

"Don't you need a rest, darling? You know physical activity isn't your strong suit," Poppy cautioned.

"No...well, maybe a tiny break. Pizza me, babe!" Rupert panted.

"Got it!" Poppy giggled, lodging several pizza bites from the platter on the night stand beside the bed into his furred maw.

"Hot, hot!" Rupert whined, fanning his mouth.

"Here, I got you baby!" Poppy said with a hurried look, grabbing a glass of water and pouring the cool liquid into his mouth.

"Ha, mmm, ah, thanks babe, you're a life saver," Rupert smiled, munching on his tomato paste filled morsels.

"You two are really in sync. Are you sure this is alright? I mean, seeing you two now, I just don't feel like I'm fit for this," Helga sighed, feeling the weight of being a third wheel.

"No, not at all. I like your company. Despite the rocky start earlier, you're a little cutie," Poppy giggled, giving Helga a loving doggy kiss.

"Haha okay, okay, oh!" Helga laughed before Poppy moved her attention from her face to her small cunt, lapping it up with her talented tongue.

"Well, I guess I should get to work as well. Can't have you ladies having all the fun," Rupert mumbled, licking the tomato sauce from his finger after dumping several more little pizza bites into his gullet.

Poppy got into the rhythm of licking the small deer woman's quivering sex, flipping her small body onto the bed to get a better advantage. Helga's plump thighs that led to slim legs and hooves rose into the air and wrapped around Poppy's head. Poppy, now bent over to please Helga, was penetrated from behind by Rupert, who was now back up to his full stamina thanks to his greasy pick-me-ups. Rupert got into his pace as well after a few plunges into Poppy's cunt, though to his surprise, she began to become tighter all of a sudden as he pulled in and out.

Poppy's body shrunk, her pink thong that was pulled down around her fat thighs fell to the bed as she shifted. Feeling that there was a change in the body that she had ensnared with her legs, Helga opened her eyes and leaned up.

"Wow, what, what the fuck?" Helga stuttered, flipping herself out of the bed and onto the floor.

Poppy, surprised, whimpered a bit, concerned for Helga's safety. Rupert, however, was too distracted by Poppy's tight snatch.

"Okay, hold up, what is going on? A dog was going down on me? Rupert, Rupert!" Helga yelled.

"Oh um, whew, gah!" Rupert mumbled, unable to process the context of her question,

"Wait, the dog from that day I ran into you on the street? Oh, Poppy, that's you then?"

Poppy gave a cheerful bark in agreeance.

"Well, I mean I guess this is okay. I'm just not used to, ya'know, fucking animals like you seem to be, Rupert," Helga said, rolling her eyes at Rupert who was still too entrenched in Poppy's tight cunt to make conversation.

"Uh ah, I know, ah, this might be a bit weird...and I can understand not being down for this, but if you want to look at this, I mean, I'm still me in that state, just a little lighter," Poppy explained, shifting back.

"Well okay, okay, I-I can get used to this. I was just shocked, though I guess he wasn't, haha!" Helga laughed as Rupert had not dropped a beat the entire conversation.

Poppy smiled as Rupert hit his limit and came, filling the condom that his dick was holstered in. Rupert's eyes rolled back as he fell back onto the bed, exhausted from exerting so much effort.

"Ah, the pizza bites didn't restore his vitality," Poppy sighed.

"Oh, I can fix that, no problem!" Helga giggled, hopping back onto the bed.

"Okay, but how though?" Poppy asked, pulling off the purple condom from Rupert's member.

Scooting over to Rupert, Helga placed her hand underneath his balls, cupping them while she slipped his member into her mouth. Her body then let off a dull glow, filling Rupert with a sense of strength and vigor.

"My word! Hey, Helga, I didn't know you could heal such things as manly fatigue!" Rupert smiled, elated.

Meanwhile, Poppy looked on with great interest, chewing on the semen she had dumped into her mouth.

"Hmmm, *gulp*, wow, that was cool. Babe, you make good man juice as always. Now, I guess since you're down there, you're looking to get filled up too, huh Helga," Poppy winked.

Helga did not waste any time and began to massage Rupert's balls, the wrinkled skin filling her hand as she jiggled the balls around in her hand. Her tiny mouth moved up and down in a sensual way, her approach overall less aggressive than Poppy's. She had an affinity for coddling the genital like a mother would a child in a way as opposed to Poppy, who played Rupert with the skill of a musician to a brass instrument.

***

Elsewhere, on the secluded end of the coast of Spade's northern beach stood a large two-story, barn-like structure.

"So, baby on board, huh?" Giggled a woman of Polynesian descent, her gigantic brown udders obscured somewhat by a baby blue maternity gown.

"Oh no, Shawky isn't preggos!" Giggled Gaxi, patting Shawky's belly.

"Yes, indeed I am not, but for the sake of not getting into a long, complex story, let's just pretend that I am," Shawky giggled.

"Well, ya'know, whatever. So, when's that buyer coming?" Asked the woman, shifting her weight.

"Oh, she said she was...oh look, there she comes!" Shawky pointed in the distance at Annry.

"Whew, hey, whew, didn't mean to be running so late. I got held up and traffic was bad on the way here..." Annry wheezed.

"Hi Annry, want some juice? Miss Mami gave me two!" Gaxi giggled, handing the juice box to Annry.

"Yes, your friends arrived a little earlier and said they were here to make sure that I waited for you, something about dropping off a friend is the reason why you were running a bit behind, right?" Mami explained.

"Whew, yeah, sorry about that," Annry sighed, taking a sip.

"Nah, it's alright, would you all like a tour before I hand the keys over to you?"

"Yeah, yeah! Tour, tour!" Gaxi giggled.

"Tour it is, then, I guess," Annry shrugged.

"Sure, follow me!" Said Mami.

The party entered the barn. The place was immense. The main floor had many conveniences suitable to accommodating a cow girl of immense size, including but not limited to: A crane dolly that hung from the ceiling and who's rail tracks could be seen all throughout the ceiling, with an industrial carbon fiber looped belt, milking stations installed at various junctions on the first and second floors, tubing ducts installed in most areas to relieve cows and feed them at a moment's notice, and a total of eight bedrooms and bathrooms, all equipped with the large doors and amenities suitable for women of immense bust sizes.

"This home was constructed by my twin sister and I, and it's mostly done. We just kind of ran into troubles, so we decided to sell it and do other things to cover our debts," Mami explained as she gave the group a tour of Annry and Oeno's soon-to-be abode.

"So, who was all this milking equipment for?" Shawky asked as they left one of the upstairs bedrooms.

"Oh, it was for me. My sister and I are pretty big, but I was projected to grow larger than what I am now in the coming years," Mami explained, recollecting on what could have been.

"Oh no, what are you going to do now, Miss Mami?!" Gaxi asked, worried.

"Well, based on my more than healthy estimates for growth and production, I was able to sell myself to a milk farm in Diamonds country side," Mami mentioned.

"Woah, that's far from here. How does your sister feel about that?" Annry asked.

"That's rude, Annry girl," Shawky scolded.

"No, no it's alright. Well, my sister and I are accepting things as they are. She's doing some work as an Outter at the moment here in Spades, though.

"Oh, super cool, we're all Outters!" Gaxi giggled with excitement.

"Oh? I hear it's an exciting life. I was never cut out for such. I'm top soft and timid, haha," Mami laughed.

"It's okay, being a boobie cow isn't bad!" Gaxi nodded.

"Indeed it isn't. My daughter is a milk cow and she's very satisfied, so you'll be fine my dear," Shawky said, hand pressed to her breast with sincerity.

"Thanks for that. Well, um, I guess that's all from me. You'll have to work on furnishing the place and paying some property taxes, but yeah," Mami smiled handing Annry the keys.

***

Elsewhere, in the countryside of Diamonds, a tour was being given to a select group of high class women.

"Thank you all so much for joining this private production and screening of the creation of 'marble bloat'! Now please, follow me! "Said a busty woman whose skintight red bodysuit reflected the fluorescent light above.

"Hehe, strange that these suits are just like onesies," giggled an older woman, the suit showing off every unflattering fold of her flabby body.

"Well I can't even zip up mine...I thought you said this was an extra-large?" Complained a younger, tanned woman as she struggled to mash her thirty some odd pounds of breast flesh into the suit.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, but please, if you feel more comfortable having your uniform slightly unzipped that's fine with me. You'll be safe," the tour guide said with a smile.

The pitter patter of rubber soles danced off of the linoleum floor as the three women entered the viewing area.

Before them, behind a thick pane of one-way glass, sat a cow that was more breast than woman. The breasts were so massive that they pooled around her, making it almost appear as though the woman was laying upon a semi-melted mound of vanilla ice cream.

"This here is one of our cows who has had the honor of reaching over one-thousand pounds. She has been pumped with a patient solution that makes her a bit more muffled in the head. If you look to the screen above the window, you can see that she's leaking a vast amount of vaginal fluid. This is natural" Giggled the guide.

Within moments, the women were greeted with a light that washed over the cow in the chamber behind the window.

"Ah yes, what you all just saw was the mapping light. This acts as a guide that tells the soft laser where to go," The guide pointed out, cupping her arm under her cleavage.

"Man, I wish I could get that big. Being that helpless is kind of kinky in some respect," pondered the busty, tanned woman.

"Well, if you want some fat, I could give you some of mine," laughed the older woman.

Then, in a flash, a green laser came from nowhere, dancing around the body of the immobile cow. This was followed by a white casing coming from the ceiling, encasing the body of the cow. As the casing receded into the ceiling there was an audible plop, as the heavy masses settled into themselves not unlike cake batter.

"Wow, no blood or anything, amazing!" The busty tan woman gasped.

"Yes, the process is simple and quick, no clean up required. Well, no gore removal that is..." The guide giggled, thinking about the copious amounts of vaginal fluid left behind.

"Where is the rest of the body going?" Asked the older woman.

"Oh, all of that is going to another area to be made into more products, like leather and other sorts," the guide explained.

Behind the window, the pools of flesh that were the breasts of the cow were being injected with some sort of strange liquid behind a mechanical arm from the depths of the ceiling. Now the once white skin began to yellow, looking more like dough then flesh. This was followed by a pours box dropping from the ceiling attached to a mechanical arm. The box, once suspended over the yellowing dough, began to beat it with the army of pistons that emerged from the numerous holes on its face. The breasts soon lost their shape, becoming flattened plots of dough. Proceeding this process, the arm receded, followed by two others attached to curved shovels that scooped multiple servings of the dough into a bin attached to a third arm behind them.

"Now, those scoops will be divided and dried in the next room. Follow me please," giggled the guide as she beckoned the women with a welcoming hand.

***

Elsewhere in the Diamonds countryside

"Whew, shit, that was a long train ride!" Tahlri yawned, stretching her tiny limbs.

"...Yes...it was," Zlipney mumbled, rubbing her belly.

"Well now, this is the castle that Ms. Omma mentioned. I figured it would be spooky, so what better to counter spooky than with the spookiest thing I know!" Tahlri laughed.

"...Me...right?" Zlipney mumbled, pointing to herself.

"Haha, let's go beat up a bat!" Tahlri giggled, marching towards the looming castle.

"So did...Omma tell you anything...about her brother...that we should know?" Zlipney asked.

"Geez, those pauses...yeah, um no, no she did not. Eh, he's probably some old fat guy," Tahlri laughed.

"I...don't know, I feel a big soul...in that castle," Zlipney mumbled.

"So he's fat is what you're saying?" Tahlri implored.

"... No..." Zlipney sighed.

The two were then attacked by red dripping skeletons.

"Oh cool, goons!" Tahlri clapped, creating a hair fist that smacked two of the gooey foes, splattering them against the trees.

"Well..." Zlipney mumbled as a shadowy hand spiked through the remaining skeletons.

"Shit, was that all?" Tahlri scoffed.

"It seems so..." Zlipney shrugged.

"Wait, no, there's another thing over there!" Tahlri pointed to a blot of red dancing in the distance.

"Well it's not a thing with...a soul," Zlipney mumbled.

Approaching it, the two discovered that the wiggling body was of an interesting shape.

"So, what is this, a big penis made out of blood?" Tahlri giggled.

"No...I think it's a worm..." Zlipney pointed out.

"Nah, you say that, but I've watched enough porn to know where this is going, Ha Yah!" Tahlri yelled, smashing the blood worm with her hair hands.

"Ah...well up to the castle we go..." Zlipney shrugged, putting a hand on the door.

"Don't bother!" Said a large, booming voice.

"Oh shit, look in the sky!" Tahlri pointed as a figure occupied the orange sky above.

"You shall not enter my abode with your dirty semen-drenched feet," bellowed the voice as he crashed into the ground behind them.

"Shit, did he just, like, fall?" Tahlri laughed.

"...Semen drenched...?" Zlipney questioned.

"Women, smelling of the liquids of men, you shall be cleansed by the blood of my enemies!" Said a large grey bat-man wearing nothing but white boxers covered in red hearts that appeared to be beating despite being just patterns.

"Told ya, he's a fat, fatty!" Tahlri laughed.

"You, tiny whore, you stink of semen. You shall go first!" Bellowed the bat-man, shaking his fat jowls.

"Uh, nah, you're going down, grandad!" Tahlri laughed, launching a hair fist towards the bat man. "Ha, fool, you're as slow as your body is whorish!" Laughed the bat as his larger body dodged the fist with ease.

"Shit, for a fatso he's super-fast. Care to help, Z?" Tahlri asked in a sarcastic tone, launching another hair fist.

"Hah, too slow again!" Laughed the bat, spinning to dodge the second fist of hair.

"...hmmm?" Zlipney mumbled, studying the opponent.

"Ah shit, Z, c'mon!" Tahlri sighed, firing multiple hands of hair at the evasive enemy.

"Ha, enough play, have some of this...bahhhh!" Yelled the bat, firing a beam of blood from his mouth upon the women.