Whatever They Want

"What if someone turns me into a furry?"

"I'll still love you."

"What I become a goo monster or something?"

"I'll still love you."

"What if...?" The words died on Lily's tongue as she met Shana's gaze. No matter what became of her, whether that meant she became some demonic apparition that would destroy the world, Shana wouldn't leave her. Perhaps that was part of the magic, perhaps it was the memories that Lily didn't have. They'd apparently been together for years now, ever since Lily moved to Lilith's Row.

"Now I have a question for you," Shana said.

"Okay."

"What is the biggest fetish you have now? What's the one thing you want to do to me more than anything else?"

"I..." Lily frowned as she studied her love's figure, from the lush tits to her pert ass and the lavish mountain of her stomach. The answer came quick, "I want to get you pregnant."

"Just that?"

"No," Lily said, grinning as her cocks roused from their brief slumber. Other forms of pregnancy whirled around her brain, "I want to pump you so full of kids, you'll be stuck atop your belly within the first month. I want to be able to lay eggs in you. I want to put kids in your tits. Your ass. Everything. I want to make you the ultimate breeder."

"I wonder who gave you that fetish," Shana chuckled, though her legs had spread and her pussy was gushing with desire.

"No one," Lily said, "It's mine."

"You dirty girl," Shana said and kissed her, "Unfortunately, you don't have any eggs to lay."

"Yeah," Lily sighed, then smirked, "But give it a few days. I think that'll change."

A week later, Lily and Shana stepped out from a truck to see a large, suburban house. Their house. It was a cheap matter for Lily, since she made more money than she could handle. Apparently, she'd been doing porn, stripping and marketing with Lilith's Row and was the most successful in all the industries. Rich was an understatement.

Shana had wanted to leave the city for a while. She liked it there, but the perverts and noise were all too much for her after so many years, so they moved to the suburbs, away from it all. Similar houses stretched far as the eye could see in all directions, though theirs was unlike those. It was reinforced with a state of the art drainage system, steel walls and frames, and an army of cleaners ready to mop up any mess the drains couldn't manage. Even so, it was the bare minimum for Lily to live there.

"Hi! Welcome to the neighbourhood!" Someone called. Lily looked and saw the typical suburban housewife walking over to greet them, only her face was buried in her phone for the meantime. She hadn't seen Lily yet, "I'm Samantha and you... are...?"

"I'm Shana and this is Lily," Shana said taking a hand by force. The woman barely responded, captivated by the giantess before her. But it was more than Lily's height that robbed her of speech. It could be any number of singular things, the crown of animal ears around Lily's head, the dozen tentacles waving behind her as she directed the movers around, the six distinct breasts bulging out her top, or the myriad of cocks jutting from her crotch. Though it was likely all of them.

"Hi," Lily said and took the small hand in her own. Samantha's shock broke into desire, before she caught herself and enforced a smile. Sweat coated Lily's body from head to toe, occasional rivulets broke out and streaked down her skin. It was faint, so slight the naked human eye would never notice without training, but a fine mist wafted from her - a potent mixture of pheromones, aphrodisiac and her natural musk. Any woman who touched or smelt her would be under her spell in minutes unless they left.

But none did. The hundreds of new pregnancies left behind in Lilith's Row were a testament to that, though none would be as spectacular as Shana's.

"Hello, Lily," Samantha said, as terse as a politician greeting the opposing party, yet her legs were pressed together and shudder threatened to break free.

"Sorry about this," Shana said and pushed the woman into Lily, who stood almost twice their height. The giantess held Samantha close, pressing her face into her crotch. She squirmed for a moment, then returned the embrace.

There was another reason for their moving out there. Most of the street followed the stereotype of having absent husbands for long periods of time, meaning their wives and daughters were left alone. In short order, they would be drawn to Lily and fall for her as so many others had done. It wasn't a malicious act. Lily never took anyone against their will, but the line was blurry at best with all the chemicals rampaging through the women's minds. But it was a necessary evil.

She had plans for Shana, which the Jamaican agreed with. Plans that would require several helping hands as the months progressed, which needed a quick and effective means. The first step was already underway, as Samantha nuzzled into Lily, who lifted her enormous, custom-fitted shirt to let the woman slide against her sweaty stomach. When Samantha came away, she was panting and her once proper appearance was dishevelled.

"We're gonna have a house warming party in a couple of days," Shana said, capturing Samantha's attention, "It'd be great if you could invite everyone. Except the guys of course. We don't want them spoiling the fun, do we?"

"No," Samantha shook her head, "Oh, but some of the girls are a bit young."

"We'll take care of that, don't worry," Shana promised. They had already scheduled a ball pit amongst other childish entertainments.

"Okay. You," Samantha stopped and caught a line of drool hanging from her lip, "You're gonna fuck me, right?"

"Of course," Lily answered, grinning, "And all the other women too. If she's legal, I bone her."

"She's not kidding," Shana exaggerated a sigh, "I'm lucky if I get three or four a day."

"Orgasms?" Samantha asked.

"What? No," Shana beamed at the question, having waited for it, "I mean fucking. I cum like a fucking machine gun each time. If I wasn't used to it, I wouldn't be walking."

"Oh god," Samantha moaned.

"See you at the party. It's two days away, starts about noon. We'll be pretty busy so make sure all the girls are free," Shana said and led Lily into their new house, leaving the stunned suburban housewife to boil in her juices, before she ran off to inform everyone of the coming party.

Lily was forced to duck to enter the house. Fortunately, it was a unique specimen. The ceilings on the ground floor were built too high, affording her enough room to straighten her back without smashing her head into the ceiling. Movers scurried around them, putting boxes in place and making sure nothing was damaged. Their bed was already in what was once the living room, the huge piece of furniture dominated the space, leaving little manoeuvrability. Not that they needed it.

In a few months, Shana would be immobilised and neither could guess at what might become of Lily. Neither cared what the upstairs looked like, only that the kitchen functioned, they had a bathroom and Lily could fit. For now.

"Ah, this is great," Shana said as they settled in for their first night there. She was snuggled up tight to Lily, wrapped in the giantess's many tentacles, including her two latest cocks. The scent drowned out all others, leaving her body constantly alight with slight arousal. Why she didn't lose herself in Lily's chemicals went unexplored. She was constantly exposed, which was one possibility, as was the fact that they seemed connected from the moment Lily drank that potion.

It was just over a week ago, yet seemed so far away, as if it belonged in another decade or lifetime. Lily didn't care, not so long as she could hold Shana like this.

"Yeah," Lily sighed, kissing her dominant lover's forehead, almost encompassing her skull in the process.

"What was Samantha into anyway?" Shana asked.

"Hmm, I think she's got a thing for vore too. Here that, Daisy? You might get a roommate," Lily said. Daisy clapped at the insides of her testicles with glee, sloshing the thick cum within, "And definitely loved the ass."

"It is a fantastic ass," Shana said, slipping hand onto the top of Lily's hips. She had no hope of gripping her monumental derriere from that position, not when it extended several feet to either side and stuck out just as far, "But bigger is better."

"Is that why every part of me always growing?"

"Maybe," Shana giggled, "I love all of you, Lily, so of course I want more of you."

"That's so sweet," Lily said and kissed her again, "I can't wait to knock you up."

"Just a couple more days. I want to wake up the next day with a huge belly and see you even crazier than now."

"What do you think will happen?"

"Hmm," Shana sank into Lily's top bosom, while the lower two pairs leaked milk onto her, "No idea. But it'll be amazing. I'm sure."

She was already amazing. She encroached on the realm of nightmares, were it not for how erotic she was. Lily cradled her lover as she drifted to sleep, thinking of how impossible her body was now.

Six tits, each bigger than a yoga ball, each row was smaller than the last. Even so, they dwarfed anything considered natural, yet no one thought they were fake. They weren't. Every square inch, every kilogram, every gallon of milk was her. As were the cocks on each of her top two rows, each at the centre of her four, massive nipples. The bottom set had morphed into a set of pussies, each with a functional womb held within.

And six cocks to match. Five were a standard six feet in length, though her two tentacle cocks could extended another twelve if needed. Those two were unique, not simply for their sinuous, semi-autonomous nature, but for their purpose. One sported a set of needles, each ready to inject various chemicals into the body, whether that was; growth hormones, aphrodisiacs, condensed pheromones and so on. The other was the ovipositor she'd wanted, but different.

It was tiny, but that made it so incredible. It could snake into any orifice, as she and Shana had tested. Nostrils, ears, urethra were all fair game. Even the fallopian tubes. It was there that Lily had laid dozens upon dozens of eggs over the past days, preparing Lily for the ultimate pregnancy, one unmatched in reality and imagination. Her half-dozen members all throbbed in desire.

Then there was her main man, so to speak. A titan all its own. Eighteen feet when hard, twelve soft, and thick enough that even her body would be hard pressed to take it. Yet Shana never had trouble with it, despite having her body distorted around every foot of it. Every inch had a ring, which thickened toward the head, some were like the ribs on her horse member, others were spines, which secreted a heightened version of her natural aphrodisiac, and led to a cluster of knots at her base. Its foreskin hung off the head even while erect. And, of course, it could swallow people whole.

Her balls were each enormous spheres that came to her shins. Four were dedicated to her enormous centre cock, supplying with bathtubs worth of cement-like cum for every second of her orgasm, each drop endowed with enough sperm to impregnate a town. One supplied the chemicals to her tentacle cock, another held her eggs, the next was swollen with softball sized sperm, and the last was a hyper dense orb that handled the dozen tentacles along her back.

And that said nothing of the seven foot tongue, the permanent stiletto heels on her feet, the six mismatched tails protruding from her rear, the fact she could turn her hair into more tentacles, the constantly changing eye colours, the regal horns that curved out from her forehead, the elven ears or the fact her pussy was equipped with dozens of clits on the inside and its own tentacles.

How long would it before she gained another insane addition to her body? Perhaps she'd become a centaur, or grow wings, or several more dicks. Or maybe it would be simple. She'd grow taller, curvier, more powerful. Though why anyone would want her to be curvier was beyond her. She already sported breasts too big for regular doors and an ass that required an entire hallway.

It was a good she and Shana had removed the back wall of the house, otherwise she would've barged through. They'd need a permanent solution eventually, but, for now, she was content.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Lily and Shana kept to themselves in that time, while Samantha came over on occasion to check if she hadn't dreamt their interaction, and left each time with a burning in her loins and a deeper adoration for Lily. Then the day was upon them.

Dozens of women were gathered in their backyard. Some were young, home from college for the weekend, others were clearly their mothers and aunts, sporting shapelier figures and wrinkles. All were ripe for breeding. The children screamed and played a few doors down, where Shana had arranged a separate party for them. No one would interrupt for a few hours if all went to plan.

Everyone but Samantha wondered what they were doing there. Then Lily stepped out from the house and rose to her full, naked glory. Everything soon fell into place. The older women took longer, their mind better developed and loyal to their husbands, but their daughters had no such qualms. In moments, Lily was surrounded by girls worshipping her bouquet of cocks like they were God itself.

Samantha helped convince the others by joining the younger girls. Before long, no one but Shana and Lily were standing idle. The giant futa looked to her lover, waiting for the signal to start. She needed to cum at least once before she did so inside Shana, to clear out the unworthy sperm, to make sure her balls were all warmed up and ready to deliver their best.

Shana smirked and shook her head, falling into her usual role as Mistress.

"Please," Lily pouted, even as a mother and daughter fisted her asshole, and another pair suckled from her pussy-nipples, since they couldn't reach the upper dick sets. She towered over them all, some were restricted to worshipping her hanging cocks and balls, though they didn't mind. That was where her pheromones and musk were most potent, so strong that a fine vapor wafted from her skin. It thickened as her supplicants worshipped her.

Shana strode over and, with a simple gesture, was lifted up by Lily. The Jamaican goddess, tiny next to the futa, exuded dominance, even as the housewives and daughters caved to their desires. They stripped and fingered one another, always with one hand and their mouths on Lily, hoping to excite her into fucking them. But they had no power here.

"Get hard," Shana said. The next instant and Lily's cocks were upright, hanging over the throngs of on-lookers even as they rushed her many balls, hugging and massaging them as they tried to stem the flow of sweat with spit.

"Can I fuck now? Please, Mistress?"

"I'm first, remember? They can get your tentacles, but I get all your dicks. Wouldn't want this," Shana patted her belly, where a slight pudge had formed in the recent days. Her womb was full of eggs, a mixture of her natural selection and Lily's, all ripe for insemination, "To go to waste. Would you?"

"No," Lily breathed. Her cocks ached. They had avoided Shana's pussy for the past week, instead she used other women to sate desire to impregnate, and the prospect of finally returning almost made her cum on the spot.

"We just need to siphon out a little to get the flow going," Shana said as she was moved to stand atop the base of Lily's crotch. She sidled along one until she hopped onto the main cock, "Then this is going inside me." She laid atop it and peeled back the foreskin. Pre-cum exploded forth, having gathered within the flesh. Everyone below screamed in joy as they were drenched. Shana moved to the tip and traced her fingers around the massive slit.

"Now then," she said and beamed at Lily, "Cum a little bit."

Lily did so. The tide of translucent pre-cum was replaced by a thicker, white sludge. It knocked several women over, before the others joined them, playing like children in the unworthy jizz. More gushed out, until Shana told her to stop. Perhaps it was the constant exposure to Shana, but Lily's body acted on her commands as much as it did her own.

"Now," Shana jumped down and laid on her back, legs and gorgeous pussy spread wide, her pink insides glistening as she gazed twelve feet above her into Lily's fixated eyes, "Give me every. Last. Drop." She punctuated the last word with a lewd pop of her lips.

Lily coiled her two tentacle cocks around the rest, holding them together in an enormous bundle, and angled them toward Shana's tiny body. She pushed the head of her eighteen footer against her lover's cunt. It resisted, having only tasted fists and comparatively small toys for the past week, then stretched impossibly far. The dark skin brightened from the strain, which should have torn her asunder, even as her belly bulged like a ridiculous balloon. Pre-cum already flooded her insides, but the grip of her walls prevented it from escaping.

Her cervix held strong for a mere second, then opened and accepted Lily into its womb. Shana quivered around her, walls fluttering and juices flowing strong, then went still as her muscles coalesced and released. Her cry summoned the neighbourhood, who became engrossed in the shocking display. Samantha moved forward and planted her pussy over Shana's mouth, preventing her cries from reaching the children or any husbands in the vicinity.

Lily pushed deeper, until Shana sported a grotesque bulge bigger than her entire body, then surpassed it. Foot after foot stretched her uterus, forcing it to conform to the alien shape of Lily's main cock, before the others pushed inside as well.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Shana cried against Samantha's cunt, unprepared for the onslaught of sensations. How much cock was in her now? Too much. No. No such thing. She wanted more. Huger cocks, more cocks, more cum. Tiny pinpricks shot throughout her womb as Lily's chemicals were injected into her, ensuring greater pleasure than anything before and a monumental pregnancy.

The neighbours weren't to be left out, though. They converged on Lily, who kept pushing, relentless in her quest to hilt her lover, and resumed their worship. Several managed to climb on her breasts and impaled their cunts on her dick-nipples, others fisted the vaginal pair, forcing upwards of four arms into each tit. More praised her original cunt, forcing their entire heads inside to be inundated her juices. And still more sought her asshole, sliding entire arms inside. A few pulled the ring open to peer into the crimson depths.

All the while, Lily's body flared hotter and hotter. The longer these women were exposed to her, the more their perversions controlled their minds. A seventh and eighth cock grew into Shana's cunt, while a dozen new tentacles formed across her back. A layer of latex formed across her legs, up to her thighs, so she appeared to always wear boots. Another made her grow a cock-tail, one easily thirty feet in length and thicker than her waist.

Others latched onto that idea and made her grow more. Soon, she had another dozen tails sprouting from her above her monumental, and still growing, ass. Someone had a thing for pregnancy, as Lily grew extra wombs in her torso and bottom tits. Her ovaries swelled and multiplied until they created a slight bulge in her stomach. Meanwhile, another set of balls swelled beneath her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" The chant echoed throughout the neighbours. Any facsimile of dignity had vanished. They were obsessed now, entrapped within Lily's very existence.

Lily moaned as she imagined laying around, surrounding by the growing bellies of her harem, while her own stomach rounded into a house dwarfing sphere. That would wait. She couldn't be immobile while Shana was. What kind of a girlfriend would she be? Instead, she sent her tentacles and newly spawned tail-cocks to work. The women muffled their blissful shrieks into the flesh of Lily's balls, inside of which Daisy masturbated the sounds.