Title:           Echoen: Delightful. I should remind you both, though, that Shirleen is no silly
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 31st of March 2016 10:49:11 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 31st of March 2016 10:49:11 AM CDT

Echoen: Delightful. I should remind you both, though, that Shirleen is no silly deer to mess with. You can have your fun, after your chores are done.
 
blanchespr: I did mine, promise promise!  I always do my chores and I dare anyone to prove me wrong!
 
Echoen: Yes, such chores may include cleaning up of the puberty-bestowing estrus she gushes when horny, or a face-nuzzling of her slippery butthole to clean it out of cum from any recent stallions or bucks. They're hard work for any son or daughter, or roommate.
 
blanchespr: See?  That's how you know I've done my chores!  I'm up to my seventh full-on puberty this week, and I've just started an eighth 'cause I went for a little swim without knowing she'd been in the pool a few minutes ago.  I can't even fit in my panties anymore, but I try!  And let alone my bras...  They just prop up my breasts instead of hiding my nipples like they should.
 
Echoen: Warm, soft doe-mother hands caress sweetly across the silken-furred swells of young, immense breasts, palms and hoof-tipped fingertips smoothly smooshing across tenderly bloated nipples. "I know you've been a very good girl, sweethart. You've earned a nice little break." The hands of a mother reach down into your panties, touching tenderly along sensitive erections, brushing along the bases of dicks you didn't even know you had yet. The sensation of new, erotic flesh emerging, hard and aching, cumming at the touch of a double doe, a sweet smile on her face even as blasts of healthy spunk paste her fur white briefly. Cocktips kiss to nipple-lips, a multitude of moaning mom-muzzles mumbling sweet nothings to you as she swallows up your cocks and starts drink-draining you of cum.
 
blanchespr: *One of the odd things about being still in the middle of growing up was that some sensations initially were hard to make sense of, until their source revealed itself for all to see.  But meanwhile, it wasn't uncommon for her to have a cock or a clit tucked somewhere back there, practically invisible but already sensitive - and few things are more pleasant than having a sensitive cock getting cuddled by the inside of its own sheath, making the mere act of walking into a sexual experience.  And for onlookers, watch out: she's young, she's impossibly busty, she's long-legged, and her panties are wrapped around enough balls that the whole package hangs past her knees.  "M-mom, was that you or me?" she asks, looking into your eyes with a mixture of love and adoration.  "Ah... aah~!"  She draws
blanchespr: in a deep breath, her cocks firing away with shot after shot of cum in great torrents, the lucky girl on a hair-trigger!  Instinctively, she gropes at her own tits, barely managing to reach her own plump lipples, kissing and licking and sucking at her own fingertips.*
 
Echoen: Four years young and fourteen years hung, with forty furs worth of fun squished into just one girl. It's not uncommon for bras to bulge or panties to snap or pants to bulge out in the shapes of sheaths and balls in a gush of hormones and growth; all the more fun when the clothing *doesn't* fail and you're left teasingly revealing and bulged but not yet totally indecent. Happens more often when mom's out for a walk with you, window shopping, squeezed into some causal taur jeans that leave no imagination to her butt or juicy backsides. "You know there's no real difference in the answer, honey."
Echoen: She coos, from some mouth somewhere, perhaps one still suckling around a cock and drinking down your cum. Her taurbodies shift, squirm and splay their hind legs - bellies dropping low as she fills with your cum, lower sitll as she's inseminited by it, doe udders filling out to squish to her haunches and tum.
 
blanchespr: *It's not the first nor the last time Shirleen's own daughter will have also been her husband in making the new batch of offspring.  The girl moans out loud, a small chorus escaping her when she loses control of herself over again, and whichever huge cocks aren't somewhere inside of the doe, she rubs to those shapely bodies, thrusting without any regard for where she ends up.  A lot of cum ends up soaking into fur, or just helplessly pouring on the floor, while the mouths on her boobs bite their lower lip in an attempt to quiet her voices down.  All of a sudden, her hips widen in a dramatic way.  Her eighth and latest puberty of the week explodes within her, causing both of her legs to split apart and form two new crotches upon her, mere moments before sheathes and cunnies bloom in to fill
blanchespr: the gaps.  Those new dicks spill forward, either side of the doe-taur, cumming rivers of fresh seed every inch of the way!  Taken by love and adoration, that cute daughter huge her mother's head into her boobs, showering that pretty face with kisses!
 
Echoen: The way the doemother's breasts swell, inflating and filling fat and heavy with rich, fertile cream both of her own make and sloshing around with her daughter's seed, and not a little bit of deer saliva from hungrily drooling lipples, presses and pushes against many of your shafts, ensuring that a tittyfuck is given even if a blowjob is not - often, both at the same time.
Echoen: Six gentle, tender, loving hands stuffed deep into her girl's lap, provoking the tenderist little quivvers of young flared hips with each squeeze of cock-root or slow pump of bulging shaft. Three more hands that cup and support weighty young balls more obscene than bowling balls, a fourth reached behind to gently use three fingers and stroke off a clittycock that spatters the floor behind you with as much estrus as both her forecunts; which is about a third as much as a hindpussy, just one.
Echoen: When your hips blossom massively apart, her hands are pushed away by the surging swells of shafts, sheaths, sacs and sexes, only to slip encouragingly deeper and find new places to linger. PLayfully buttering your bosoms with her kisses, while being kissed back, the doe-mother heaves her haunches upright and erupts with birth, jettisoning a torrent of doe-girls whom promptly leap upon your proffered pricks and spread their widening hips around as many dicks as they can fit inside themselves
Echoen: Amongst their moans, you can see why they're doing this - with every jet of cum poured into them, their hips bloom and bulge backwards, billowing out into a taur shape and showing yards further down your dicks - hextaur, octaur, decataurs..... Living daughter condoms, eager to race to see who can be the first to shove their thick doe butt against your crotches.
 
blanchespr: *Your daughter kisses you as much as she can, Frenching you the moment lips touch to lips, those huge titties pouring milk into you whenever she lands an exchange.  Even though you could easily birth any girl of any size, there's something perverse is letting them out early when there's still a lot of growing to do, especially when the spectacle is as alluring as this.  She can no longer count the number of orgasms she's having, gasping for breath and almost crying with joy from just how many big cocks she's got, like there was always enough no matter how many daughters she'd fathered.  Some of them jump into her arms, and she cradles them to her uppermost bosoms, the girls suckling from her breasts in a kinky way: with no nipples to speak of, the only way to draw out her milk is to
blanchespr: passionately kiss her breasts.  A mighty rumble animates her, more huge balls dropping into her sacs at an alarming rate, the fat pouches touching down on the floor and spilling behind her while her outer legs split once more, leaving her with five hugely hung crotches to play with.  Even though some daughters make an attempt at them, she throbs those new cocks upwards and out of reach, instead stroking one of your breasts to grab your attention.  "Those ones are just for your cute behinds, mom~"  An incredible forty-eight gigantic poles stand mightily, drooling with torrents of precum.  "Just... quickly please.  It's windy!"  Only it's not: she shudders so much, and she has so many sensitive spots, that moving causes enough air friction to masturbate her.*
 
Echoen: Do you stop counting because you choose not to, or can't keep up? It's the latter for sure, when six girltaurs simultaneously mash their immense doe butts to your laps, their newest hindbodies as thickly plush and huge as Shirleen's own, their legs wedging between your haphazard pairs of breasts and their doe udders bwoomphing upwards in prodigious growth. "I win!" declare four heads at the same time - it wasn't six girls, it was really just three girls, each doubletaurs like mom and one doubleheaded.
Echoen: Grinding in against your laps, they don't really stop growing - or adding more taurbodies, shoving themselves away from you as their even larger new taurbodies push out and slam to your laps. Behind you, your rump is squished butt-to-butt with another taurgirl, a young thing not very tall but having managed to slide her deer pussy onto your clitcock and has so far managed to hextaur herself too, growing and moaning as your clittycock cums into her and your balls lift her legs up off the floor.
Echoen: In response, Shirleen offers you a motherly, approving coo and soft smile, tender hands massaging arm-thick veins along your hypersized cocks. She steps back, and slowly clops her hooves to turn around. With every step... with every motion, there's another Shirleen taurbutt. Expaning, splitting off, growing, multiplying, duplicating, birthing - every conceivable method of addition or multiplication, she performs, so by the time her mountainous wall of motherly doe rumps is facing you, there's four cunts to a cock.
Echoen: Why did she make too many....? You realize the answer when the clitcock-stuffed girl behind you gives a cute bleat, squished between your own double-taur butts that bloomph out from your backsides - her sounds soon muffled when your third taurbody grows out from your tailbase and lands on top of her, stuffing a sheath into her face and spitroasting her.
 
blanchespr: *The girl reaches aside, managing to grab at some of your side rumps with a few left hands to steady herself, rocked to another set of powerful orgasms when her body moves once more in unexpected ways.  At last, she grows out to be as long as she's tall... and as wide too!  Three utterly massive taurbodies, squeezes to each other, six-legged rows lined up one after the other.  She doesn't realize just yet that she's being re-shaped to accommodate your multiplicity, and not the other way around - in the meantime, she explodes in river after river of hot jizz that makes a mess of everything around her, be it you, herself or her ceaselessly expanding nation of daughters.
blanchespr: As she thrusts into one of those doe-taurs, she rainfalls juice and estrus behind her, inadvertently knocking up some of those girls, while her cunnies yawn open releatedly to let out one doe, two, three, six, thirteen, twenty...  She practically orgasms new daughters into existence, some that slip out easily and then grow out to match, while some others are so big and so well-endowed that they make a better job than a dildo could've ever hoped for.  Most of her giant its have their mouths open, panting, tongues lolled out and drooling with milk.  When she rests against you, those many sets of lips reach out to kiss at your sexes, give you some well-deserved cunnilingus, or unload foot after foot of thick tongue into your depths.  "I'm... I'm becoming like mommyyyyy!" she exclaims, while
blanchespr: her side bodies get long enough to curve around, and meet with you ass to ass, cunnies to cunnies: big, puffy and juicy cunts kiss at one another, while tailholes grown to a donut's size tease and coax sensations from each other.  One of the side effects is that sometimes, a daughter birth from one taur and into the other, getting passed through a few wombs before emerging elsewhere, bigger, better, more endowed and ready to take the world on.*
 
Echoen: At every touch, Shirleen responds with growth. The rumps you casually press and push on push back with thickening butts and additional legs, a dozen rear ends with a dozen legs per rump, some split below the knee, some simply adding extra cheeks to make columns or rows (or both!) of hind legs. The daughters that emerge from her unstuffed pussies all have the same attributes, or at least they soon do, many of these young fawns slipping out as adorably normal anthro girls and proceeding to grow right away into as much as they can be.
Echoen: Evne sweeter are all the girls that are birthing daughters bigger and more than themselves, unable to keep up with the rate of growth of their daughters but having a joyous time of it stretching to make it all work. Some girls growing so fast that they're bipedal on exit, taur by the time the first hoof touches the floor, hextaur and birthing when they land completely, and stacked three bodies wide and three bodies high in a square shape by the time they find a lipple to make out with and drink from, sometimes just their own.
Echoen: Shilreen gives a motherly giggle as she begins to tip her mountainous wall of rear ends backwards... several of your taurbutts getting stuffed *into* her pussies or rumps, treated like a sexy toy squirting daughters into her like a cumming cock, others getting a deluge of daughters stuffed up into you that even your forebelly is bulging out around the shape of pregnancy.
Echoen: Fourteen asses high and sixty wide, this wall of legs and rumps and cunnies and daughters falls back... sliding onto your dicks, settling sweetly down on your cocks and scootching back and forth. "There we go, fill mommy up, drain your poor balls into me." Even as she coaxes you to climaxes, at least half of your cocks are getting terribly clogged as she births into cumslits and the immediately impregnated daughters birth-cum back into her.
 
blanchespr: *Things have long gone past the point where one could've reasonably asked a mother to supply and take care for all her daughters... but, see, there's no need for that anyway.  The new girls can walk, speak, and feed from themselves the moment they touch a hoof to the floor.  Somehow they produce enough milk to stave hunger - physics shouldn't have allowed that, and yet they do... but those who know what they're doing don't miss a chance to make this into a group session, several girls combining lipples together and moaning hotly as a half-dozen girls exchange more than fifty French kisses all at once.  Sensing inspiration, a few other girls decide to do the same thing, but in reverse: six girls, over a hundred rumps all mooshed together and sharing juices and cum.
blanchespr: Still, fact remains that you of all people is by far the biggest, bustiest and most endowed.  And your daughter's not too far behind, just a couple dozen rumps away maybe, and it's getting increasingly hard to make out the difference anyway.  It'll be an interesting day in school tomorrow, as an army of young hotties all trot off to class, those wide girls taking an entire two-lane street apiece with stacks of a dozen taur-bodies, legs spread wide and showing off a lot of sex to behold.  Oh, they'd dressed appropriately... at home.  But out in the open, ogled, fawned over, adored, they crave the attention and it just makes them horny all over again, resulting in a little more growth.  By the time they've arrived...  "Hi Mrs. Johnson!"  Just one of them's an adoracute twenty-breasted
blanchespr: doe-taur who's grown big enough to take up all the space in the class, forcing her friends to sit on her expansive, motherly lap.*
 
Echoen: Shirleen is a neighborhood unto herself, bellies filled with families of daughters hosting families of their own in their wombs, too. Girls so fertile they can impregnate boys with a lipple kiss. Boys so motherly that a snuggle is enough hormone transfer to make you see them as your mother. Herms prancing about with both features cranked up to eleven that a giggle could spark an orgasm and a fluttering of eyelashes can coax any behavior desired. Essentially the embodiments of desire.
Echoen: Cities of doebutts, buildings with doors made of cunnyflesh and daughters passing to and fro on faux business, business attire and birthday suit all the same thing. Foriegn exchange programs that leave the country traveled to inundated with mothers, some of them just one little doetaur girl that dictates a daughter for every day. Sealing the borders takes a new meaning, countries creating domes of doe-rumps, pussies facing outward to deploy armies of deer daughters out to invade neighboring countries. Volcanic activity in other places, but instead of mountains, entire cascades of rumps emerge and instead of lava, girls.
 
blanchespr: *And in the middle, at the starting point, is the both of us.  Before you is a veritable hydra of a girl, her middle head staring deeply with her big blue eyes into yours, the four others delivering cheek kisses, or fond nuzzles to your upper pair of breasts.  You feel her kisses further on down your body, accompanied by the gentle touch of many-fingered hands populating a torso long enough that even your fore sets of hooves get some cajoling and attention.
blanchespr: Around us is body, body to body and body on body.  It's an epic tangle that's the size of a metropolis, a wild tangle of legs and folds snuggled to one another.  The only way to figure out which one is hers is to see if there are cocks between a set of legs.  Some of her bodies are kept straight, stretching on for miles, spreading out and around, delivering doe-taurs all over the landscape.  Some, she keeps curled up to get around and onto you, to share cunny kisses, to show you how much you've made her grow up.  "I think I lost count..." she ends up whispering with a tipsy giggle, her voice still as adorable and as high-pitched as before, still a grade-schooler in spirit but possessing the assets of many mothers over, having charged through multiple parallel puberties.  Suddenly, freezing
blanchespr: in place, she takes a deeeeeep breath... and when she exhales, it's like her balls do as well: gallons and gallons of cum shoot out in great waves that positively shower every inch of your being beneath the shoulders, and unlike the previous climaxes, this one doesn't show any sign of stopping soon.  "...I guess it's gonna happen all over again, hmm?  I think I just knocked myself up!"  She giggles with glee, happy to produce more for you, and in preparation for the next batch, her massive globes swell to thrice their previous size, becoming bigger across than an average girl's tall.  Those lippes lick themselves with a cock-tongue... and the first daughter to come out and seek that sweet milk, soon finds her French-kiss to turn into a blowjob~*  <3
blanchespr: (Shirleen is soooo sexy when she's got bodies stacked on top of each other.  You know it's going to happen within minutes that somebody runs up to her from behind, burying a cock in the lower one while she sweetly makes out with another, a body or two further up.)
 
Echoen: The serene, approving expression on her face still conveys the message of the mundane, the everyday, as if this is simply a small treat and before-dinner snack to reward a girl for her chores, akin to an apple slice or fruit roll up. Loving her daughter so deeply, doing what's healthy for her - keeping you spent, drained, emptied out, even if it takes a continent and an ocean or three. The sound of hips slapping rumps, cocks filling cunnies, lips smacking lips so ubiquitous that it's easy to make out any other sounds, like speech.  
 
Echoen: Sex as a background noise, like background radiation. As your deluge of seed spills forth into her... if she had been impregnated before, it was a passing fancy, and she treats it no more than a soft sneeze to wipe her girl's face with a few licks. "That's my girl, let it allll out." With resounding, earth-quakingly heavy *whoomch* sounds, she hextaurs out, letting you know that all everything before was simply her single-taur bodies. "There's plenty of room for everything you have. Maybe in a few years you'll be able to impress someone enough for a date."
 
blanchespr: (*blushes*  In a few years?  Oh goodness, I'll need alllllllll this time to woo a cute-looking taurpede?  Then again I suppose I can understand if they've been rounding things to a hundred for the past few years~)
 
Echoen: (Homeschool has taught you all about multiplication, but you'll be ready for a date when you can understand fractals and need to use vectoring to find where the next parts are)
 
blanchespr: (Hee!  I wonder if I'll be able to make out where I am.  Like when somebody grabs a rumpcheek of mine, I can know which street of which city.  Hmmm, I can already see my date showing up on my doorstep, a lovely busty princess charming, when I'm old enough and split enough below the waist that there's a lot of space devoted to just making sure my bodies are in respectable distance from each other, causing my upper body to hover several hundreds of feet aboveground while beneath my waist, I bloom in every direction just to connect to each and every set of hips...)
 
Echoen: Hopefully that will be though much more intensive tutoring from your mother :)
 
blanchespr: *She bites her lower lips, all five of her heads at once.  "I'll do my best to learn, promise promise."  How happy she'll be on the day she can finally announce that... she has more behinds than she has bodies.  Merely thinking about it gets her to gently finger herself with her four lower sets of hands.*
 
Echoen: Thank you for the fun, Blanche ^_^ It is always nice to see you again.
 
blanchespr: *smooooch!*  The thankies are mutual~!