She’s bringing in the Coming of Spring—and she can’t stop!
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Coming of Spring
A Doetaur's Hyper Futa Transformation
Winter ruled the Everwoods. But Spring would come.
From the waist up, she could almost be mistaken for a human. She was gorgeous, with long, red hair, a cute face, and a lithe build. But there were signs. She was just a touch too perfect, too pretty, her eyes too large and her smile too bright. That was beside the obvious ones, of course: the shape of her ears, the delicate antlers sticking out of her hair, and the fact that, from the waist down, she was all doe, walking on four legs like her less graceful centaur cousins. The only truly eye-catching feature of the doetaur part of her body—aside from how damn cute her little little tail was—was the enormous endowment hanging between her rear legs, big enough to rival that of any living creature in her forest.
Anisha increased her pace. It was the first time that the Mother Oak had ever graced her dreams, and she was anxious to fulfill her duty. Bringing in the change of seasons was no mean task and the instructions were vague and cryptic. It was a great honor and a great responsibility.
And so the young dryad hurried through the snowy woodlands, swift as an arrow, to the heart of the forest, where the oldest and wisest of its trees made their home. Here, the air was still and heavy with age, trapped between titanic pillars of bark that reached far into the sky and deep into the earth. The Mother Oak stretched further than all the rest, isolated from her lesser siblings by a small clearing. She, like the rest, slumbered beneath a coat of frost. It would not be easy to wake these giants from the torpor of winter—but Anisha knew what she had to do.
Already, her spine tingled with the magical potency of her surroundings. She felt it in her hooves and in her fingers, a warm sensation that gently filled her body from without, as if she had stepped out of a blizzard to seat herself by a roaring fire. Even asleep, the Mother Oak welcomed her wholeheartedly and Anisha freely let herself be saturated by the ancient power of the forest. She approached the Mother Oak reverently and put her hands on its snow-coated bark, preparing herself for what would came next.
The rite began without delay, pouring the unadulterated power of Spring through the dryad’s palms. It was euphoric, intoxicating, a rush of passion that made her heart quicken and her knees weak. And, since Fertility always accompanied Spring, the growing heat soon entered Anisha’s loins.
The young dryad had expected this, and yet its intensity took her by surprise. A hundred sensual caresses grazed her naked skin at once, making her shudder and gasp, and only her fierce loyalty to the forest kept her thoughts in line and her hands pressed against the trunk as the stream of tantalizing warmth poured into her cock, already rising with need before the flood of concentrated fertility rushed in. Now it grew like never before, swelling inch by studly inch until it dwarfed her own arm, a mighty monument to dryad virility.
But it did not stop there. While big, Anisha might have reached such a size under her own power in a particularly inspired moment of arousal. No, her erection kept on growing, creeping up along the underside of her doe half as it fattened and throbbed with divine lust, a need so strong that it could only be sated by transforming the dryad into something else, something more than she had been.
“Mother Oak, thank you for this gift…” she intoned, speaking carefully. She had to fight her urge to scream with pleasure with every word and syllable. At her other end, she felt her balls bump against her leg, eagerly bloating bigger to keep up with her oversized cock; with them came an abundance of precum pouring from her bulging tip, the hot, fragrant droplets spilling onto the snow and melting it away beneath her. Where they fell, green blades of grass appeared from the hard earth, thawing the frost and giving away to the soft touch of the new season.
Another shiver wracked the dryad’s body, her hips bucking of their own accord as her cock reached a massive 3 feet of length, most of the way up to her front-most set of legs. She could almost reach down and touch it, now, stimulating her throbbing, insanely sensitive fuckrod… But no, she was not permitted to remove her hands from the Mother Oak, lest she ruin the ancient fertility rite.
The sensation of hyper-sensitivity spread across her body, as if to taunt the horned redhead, and found a home in her chest. A moment later, her small, perky breasts grew warm and tingly, a teasing prelude to the growth spurt that she knew was coming. Anisha looked down, biting her lip to the point of drawing blood, as her petite bust bloomed before her very eyes, swelling inch by inch, cup by cup. They grew full and heavy, begging for her touch, so sensitive that the mere touch of the wind sent her to the edge of orgasm.
Her fat, throbbing cock did not let her forget about its presence, however. Every pulse of blood left it larger than before, thick and veiny as her font of precum drooled onto the ground as if poured from a bottle. She felt her balls tighten—and still, they fattened further, churning with such an excessive load that Anisha could hardly believe it—not, at least, without turning herself on even more. She needed release, to empty her head-dwarfing balls before she lost control of herself. But her duty to the Mother Oak…
Another jolt. Anisha’s trembled like a leaf in a storm. She clung tenaciously to the tree, but she could not last. Even her own smell started to arouse her, the redolent, earthy scent of her sex and the sweet fragrance of her sweat, all but steaming off her naked skin and her engorged shaft. The icy wind lost its edge against her humid aura, unable to cut through her heated musk. Her hips bucked again, finally feeling the tip of her feminine manhood bulging past her front legs, peeking out—while offering her a perfect justification for catching a glimpse of how fucking big and sexy her breasts had grown.
“F-fuck…”
She wanted it. She needed it. And she could not, come hell or high water, stop herself in time. Anisha threw her head back, howling in pleasure, as her elephantine cock jerked forward and came, gushing a heavy load of dryad cum across the base of the sacred oak. Any thought of remedying this transgression immediately vanished, because there was no more room for rational thought in her head, no holding back her climax. The dam had broken—and she had a lot to give. She moaned and clenched again, and again, shooting her absurdly potent seed by the bucketful across the frozen tree. And yet, her balls were still growing bigger, refusing to be emptied; instead, their bloating prolonged her orgasm, her mind and body too horny to stop.
Anisha dug her fingers into the grooves of the Mother Oak’s bark, anchoring herself to the center of the forest as her surroundings dissolved into orgasmic bliss. Splurt, splort, sploosh, she went, coating the ground in molten cum. There was so much of it too much, pooling between her hooves as the ridiculously virile cannon between her legs fired again and again, as if meaning to submerge the whole forest.
When she came to, that had damn near come to pass. The small clearing around the Mother Oak had turned into a pond of gently steaming dryad seed, its warmth melting every trace of frost off the gigantic tree. Anisha herself was sodden and sweaty, lying on her side and half submerged. Her cock was still enormous, extending so far past her front legs that she could hug it—and she clearly had, squeezing out the last drops of her climax. It had gone soft… but had also refused to shrink, as if deciding that this monstrous size was her new smallest size. The thought of how big it might get once she grew hard again made a shiver run down her spine…
But Anisha had a greater task than her own pleasure: to banish Winter and bring Spring to the forest. She opened her eyes and beheld the Mother Oak, wet with cum and snowmelt. Had the rite failed? Had she? The communion was complete. She had touched the heart of the forest, and yet Spring was nowhere to be seen.
If only she had been stronger, perhaps, she could have kept control of herself. She might not have transformed, might not have broken the bond to the Mother Oak. Now she was left an obscene image of excess, a doetaur with a penis nearly as big as herself and tits the size of prize pumpkins, soiled in her own juices.
But before the young dryad could fall too deep into despair over her mistakes and their consequences, a shaft of light broke through the snow-laden clouds, casting its soothing rays across her skin. And then she saw it.
A bed of flowers, blossoming from the soggy earth. This was no mere thawing of dead plants; it was Spring, the return of life to the hibernating forest. Fresh grass rose around the roots of the Mother Oak, whose bare branches came alive to sprout a new coat of leaves. The howling of the harsh wind died down and was replaced by the gentle caress of a soothing breeze, carrying with it the smells and sounds of summer. Anisha’s pond of cum drained away into the ground; everything it had touched came alive.
The weight fell from Anisha’s heart and she smiled with relief. This was not the ancient rite that she had imagined—but then, what could be more natural for the return of Spring? She felt tired, but peaceful, having done her duty; although, as the dull throb in her loins reminded her, there was a lot of land yet to free from the grip of winter.
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How big will the doe's cock grow? How much will she have to cum to spread Spring through the forest? Read the rest to find out!
Anisha is a young dryad of the Everwoods, tasked with banishing winter and bringing back life to the forest. How? By a fertility rite, of course! And though she’s no slouch in that department, the delicate doetaur could never have imagined just how incredibly hung she might become. Lost in the maddening pleasure of her changing body, Anisha has to cling to her sanity as the rite makes her the most powerfully potent she-stud in the forest and, perhaps, the whole world…
Fighting for control against the erotic assault on her senses, can Anisha pull herself together in time to complete the ritual? Will she be doomed to an eternity of ever-expanding pleasure? And just how obscenely big will she have to become to spread her virility across all of the Everwoods?
This 3,700 word story contains the following: Solo Futa, Doetaur, Extreme Hyper Futa Size, Growth/Expansion (Curves/Endowments/Fertility), Impossibly Excessive Climaxes.
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Coming of Spring
A Doetaur's Hyper Futa Transformation
Anisha walked through the frozen forest, her hooves leaving dainty prints in the snow. Although the graceful dryad weathered the subzero temperatures without a shred of clothes, she was not so insensate to the cold to prevent her small nipples from growing hard as ice.
Winter ruled the Everwoods. But Spring would come.
From the waist up, she could almost be mistaken for a human. She was gorgeous, with long, red hair, a cute face, and a lithe build. But there were signs. She was just a touch too perfect, too pretty, her eyes too large and her smile too bright. That was beside the obvious ones, of course: the shape of her ears, the delicate antlers sticking out of her hair, and the fact that, from the waist down, she was all doe, walking on four legs like her less graceful centaur cousins. The only truly eye-catching feature of the doetaur part of her body—aside from how damn cute her little little tail was—was the enormous endowment hanging between her rear legs, big enough to rival that of any living creature in her forest.
Anisha increased her pace. It was the first time that the Mother Oak had ever graced her dreams, and she was anxious to fulfill her duty. Bringing in the change of seasons was no mean task and the instructions were vague and cryptic. It was a great honor and a great responsibility.
And so the young dryad hurried through the snowy woodlands, swift as an arrow, to the heart of the forest, where the oldest and wisest of its trees made their home. Here, the air was still and heavy with age, trapped between titanic pillars of bark that reached far into the sky and deep into the earth. The Mother Oak stretched further than all the rest, isolated from her lesser siblings by a small clearing. She, like the rest, slumbered beneath a coat of frost. It would not be easy to wake these giants from the torpor of winter—but Anisha knew what she had to do.
Already, her spine tingled with the magical potency of her surroundings. She felt it in her hooves and in her fingers, a warm sensation that gently filled her body from without, as if she had stepped out of a blizzard to seat herself by a roaring fire. Even asleep, the Mother Oak welcomed her wholeheartedly and Anisha freely let herself be saturated by the ancient power of the forest. She approached the Mother Oak reverently and put her hands on its snow-coated bark, preparing herself for what would came next.
The rite began without delay, pouring the unadulterated power of Spring through the dryad’s palms. It was euphoric, intoxicating, a rush of passion that made her heart quicken and her knees weak. And, since Fertility always accompanied Spring, the growing heat soon entered Anisha’s loins.
The young dryad had expected this, and yet its intensity took her by surprise. A hundred sensual caresses grazed her naked skin at once, making her shudder and gasp, and only her fierce loyalty to the forest kept her thoughts in line and her hands pressed against the trunk as the stream of tantalizing warmth poured into her cock, already rising with need before the flood of concentrated fertility rushed in. Now it grew like never before, swelling inch by studly inch until it dwarfed her own arm, a mighty monument to dryad virility.
But it did not stop there. While big, Anisha might have reached such a size under her own power in a particularly inspired moment of arousal. No, her erection kept on growing, creeping up along the underside of her doe half as it fattened and throbbed with divine lust, a need so strong that it could only be sated by transforming the dryad into something else, something more than she had been.
“Mother Oak, thank you for this gift…” she intoned, speaking carefully. She had to fight her urge to scream with pleasure with every word and syllable. At her other end, she felt her balls bump against her leg, eagerly bloating bigger to keep up with her oversized cock; with them came an abundance of precum pouring from her bulging tip, the hot, fragrant droplets spilling onto the snow and melting it away beneath her. Where they fell, green blades of grass appeared from the hard earth, thawing the frost and giving away to the soft touch of the new season.
Another shiver wracked the dryad’s body, her hips bucking of their own accord as her cock reached a massive 3 feet of length, most of the way up to her front-most set of legs. She could almost reach down and touch it, now, stimulating her throbbing, insanely sensitive fuckrod… But no, she was not permitted to remove her hands from the Mother Oak, lest she ruin the ancient fertility rite.
The sensation of hyper-sensitivity spread across her body, as if to taunt the horned redhead, and found a home in her chest. A moment later, her small, perky breasts grew warm and tingly, a teasing prelude to the growth spurt that she knew was coming. Anisha looked down, biting her lip to the point of drawing blood, as her petite bust bloomed before her very eyes, swelling inch by inch, cup by cup. They grew full and heavy, begging for her touch, so sensitive that the mere touch of the wind sent her to the edge of orgasm.
Her fat, throbbing cock did not let her forget about its presence, however. Every pulse of blood left it larger than before, thick and veiny as her font of precum drooled onto the ground as if poured from a bottle. She felt her balls tighten—and still, they fattened further, churning with such an excessive load that Anisha could hardly believe it—not, at least, without turning herself on even more. She needed release, to empty her head-dwarfing balls before she lost control of herself. But her duty to the Mother Oak…
Another jolt. Anisha’s trembled like a leaf in a storm. She clung tenaciously to the tree, but she could not last. Even her own smell started to arouse her, the redolent, earthy scent of her sex and the sweet fragrance of her sweat, all but steaming off her naked skin and her engorged shaft. The icy wind lost its edge against her humid aura, unable to cut through her heated musk. Her hips bucked again, finally feeling the tip of her feminine manhood bulging past her front legs, peeking out—while offering her a perfect justification for catching a glimpse of how fucking big and sexy her breasts had grown.
“F-fuck…”
She wanted it. She needed it. And she could not, come hell or high water, stop herself in time. Anisha threw her head back, howling in pleasure, as her elephantine cock jerked forward and came, gushing a heavy load of dryad cum across the base of the sacred oak. Any thought of remedying this transgression immediately vanished, because there was no more room for rational thought in her head, no holding back her climax. The dam had broken—and she had a lot to give. She moaned and clenched again, and again, shooting her absurdly potent seed by the bucketful across the frozen tree. And yet, her balls were still growing bigger, refusing to be emptied; instead, their bloating prolonged her orgasm, her mind and body too horny to stop.
Anisha dug her fingers into the grooves of the Mother Oak’s bark, anchoring herself to the center of the forest as her surroundings dissolved into orgasmic bliss. Splurt, splort, sploosh, she went, coating the ground in molten cum. There was so much of it too much, pooling between her hooves as the ridiculously virile cannon between her legs fired again and again, as if meaning to submerge the whole forest.
When she came to, that had damn near come to pass. The small clearing around the Mother Oak had turned into a pond of gently steaming dryad seed, its warmth melting every trace of frost off the gigantic tree. Anisha herself was sodden and sweaty, lying on her side and half submerged. Her cock was still enormous, extending so far past her front legs that she could hug it—and she clearly had, squeezing out the last drops of her climax. It had gone soft… but had also refused to shrink, as if deciding that this monstrous size was her new smallest size. The thought of how big it might get once she grew hard again made a shiver run down her spine…
But Anisha had a greater task than her own pleasure: to banish Winter and bring Spring to the forest. She opened her eyes and beheld the Mother Oak, wet with cum and snowmelt. Had the rite failed? Had she? The communion was complete. She had touched the heart of the forest, and yet Spring was nowhere to be seen.
If only she had been stronger, perhaps, she could have kept control of herself. She might not have transformed, might not have broken the bond to the Mother Oak. Now she was left an obscene image of excess, a doetaur with a penis nearly as big as herself and tits the size of prize pumpkins, soiled in her own juices.
But before the young dryad could fall too deep into despair over her mistakes and their consequences, a shaft of light broke through the snow-laden clouds, casting its soothing rays across her skin. And then she saw it.
A bed of flowers, blossoming from the soggy earth. This was no mere thawing of dead plants; it was Spring, the return of life to the hibernating forest. Fresh grass rose around the roots of the Mother Oak, whose bare branches came alive to sprout a new coat of leaves. The howling of the harsh wind died down and was replaced by the gentle caress of a soothing breeze, carrying with it the smells and sounds of summer. Anisha’s pond of cum drained away into the ground; everything it had touched came alive.
The weight fell from Anisha’s heart and she smiled with relief. This was not the ancient rite that she had imagined—but then, what could be more natural for the return of Spring? She felt tired, but peaceful, having done her duty; although, as the dull throb in her loins reminded her, there was a lot of land yet to free from the grip of winter.
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How big will the doe's cock grow? How much will she have to cum to spread Spring through the forest? Read the rest to find out!
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