Tauric Tribulations

Things had gotten weird since the government hat decreed a lockdown for Bay Cove. Of course, it had to get pretty weird before that had happened. More and more heteromorphs, as science had started to call them, had begun showing up at hospitals, independent practices, and once people had begun changing in the streets, not even the slowest members of administrations could deny that there was an outbreak in the city. Every highway, street and dirt path had been locked down by the National Guard. No one was getting in or out, at least to such a degree as was humanly possible.

And Hale Finch was fucking bored because of it. The city council had instated a curfew for all but the most essential workers, confining the rest of the citizens to their houses and apartments to keep things under control. Hale, being a pawn shop cashier, was among the latter. Which meant that in the week since lockdown, he'd binge-watched several shows that had languished on his watchlist for months, played more SlayStation than was probably healthy and wanked so often that it was definitely not healthy. In fact, he distinctly felt sore down below. And the thought of his slowly dwindling savings didn't help his mood much.

In fact, Hale was feeling straight-up recalcitrant. All week, whenever he'd looked out the window, secretly hoping to see one of the huge-titted heteromorphs they'd shown in the emergency broadcasts, outrageous bodies barely blurred, he'd not even seen a nipple. Even normal people had been a rare sight. Which had a decision brewing in Hale: There was barely anyone on the streets, particularly no oh so contagious heteromorphs, and he was definitely getting cabin fever.

Time to get some fresh air.

Hale's mood was getting better after half a block already. Fresh air, walking more than from couch to bathroom to bed and back again, the warmth of the sun, all of it helped considerably. And as he'd expected, no one was around, despite it being early afternoon. Feeling almost like whistling, Hale kept walking, on the way to a park a few blocks from his apartment. Some greenery would do him good.

He wasn't even half a block from the park when he heard it coming from an alleyway he'd just passed. Immediately, Hale's heart was in his throat - wet, repetitive noises, unmistakable female moaning, lewd gasps... that was definitely a heteromorph. Or a plain old exhibitionist. As Hale felt his cock react to the noises, swelling in his pants, he made a decision - whoever was clearly masturbating up there hadn't noticed him yet. Which meant that Hale could sneak up and use his phone to snatch a pic of a real-life, non-blurred heteromorph. And afterwards, he'd rush home. Probably to masturbate again, with some prime wank material.

What Hale saw when he leaned around the corner of the comic shop next to the alley was indeed a heteromorph, and a beautiful specimen at that. Two hands pumped the turgid length of an arm-length cock, every vein pulsing powerfully with the futa's heartbeat. Hale was definitely looking at one, the massive breasts jiggling on her chest a dead giveaway, if her obviously feminine moans weren't enough. Of course, the strangeness didn't stop there: Two additional hands were hard at work caressing and squeezing boobs the size of the futa's head, mashing them together and into a third one growing right between them.

Hale was gaping, wholly unprepared for the sight of a brunette bombshell with the face and tits of a pornstar and a cock the size of a draft horse. Or four arms. Phone forgotten in his hand, Hale could only stare as the futa stroked herself into a frenzy with her lower hands, squeezed her generous triple tits together with her slender upper arms, her full lips opened into a lustful 'o' to let out unabashed gasps and sighs, eyes closed in rapturous bliss. She was so alien, so beyond human, yet so enticing, so hot! Hale was harder than he'd ever been, and the being before him was still harder and bigger

Even when she came, fat ropes of cum splattering against the wall right next to where Hale was peeking around the corner, the futa's massive shaft remained impressively erect as she slumped against the wall, panting and caressing her body with all four arms, cock bobbing before her with her heartbeat. After giving her swollen purple helmet a sloppy, long lick, she began to raise her head, eyes half-lidded in the afterglow. Hale ducked back behind the corner just in the nick of time.

"Hello?" Or so he thought. He'd ogled her, watched her masturbate and cum all over the wall, and now she'd apparently noticed him. "Someone there?"

Best not risk her being angry at him. Hand absently wiping at his cheek, Hale hurried off towards the park but quickly slowed down to what he hoped was an inconspicuous walk, of course hindered by his almost painful boner. But there came no call behind him, angry or otherwise.

What did come as Hale reached the trees around the park was a massive, staggering throb racing through his body. Stumbling, Hale came to a halt on the bath, heart hammering half with lust, half with shock. His mind, until now too overwhelmed with what he'd seen, finally pushed something through the mounting arousal clouding everything in pink fog: Contagious. Heteromorphs were contagious. And the futa had blasted massive amounts of cum against the wall right next to Hale's face. But the sinking feeling this realization gave him was doing just that - sinking into the rising lust slowly pushing all other thoughts out of Hale's brain.

All he knew was that he was painfully hard, every heartbeat throbbing through his entire body, most noticeably of course in his cock, but curiously also in his nipples, even his taint and balls... Everything seemed on fire with lust, hot and tight. Staggering along, Hale hugged his arms against his body, desperately looking for something that would give him at least a little bit of cover from prying eyes - he'd never been so horny, barely able from touching himself...

"Ummngh~..." Scratch that, Hale was groping his pecs. They felt sore and tingly and tight and... soft? "Wha...?"

In fact, they felt softer and softer as Hale massaged them with his arms crossed, the lustful sensation taking his breath away as he groped what was rapidly becoming breasts. In his barely lucid state, Hale saw a public restroom ahead - there, he would at least not be out in the open. Hale's knees almost buckled as he stumbled on, unable to take his hands of his chest; already, he could squeeze the soft, sensitive flesh filling his palms, cock straining at the sensations, lower body feeling just as tight, as sore, as sensitive.

Panting, Hale made his way into the restroom, the lucid, though rapidly shrinking part of his mind thankful that due to the lockdown, no one had to have been here in a while. Staggering to the sinks, Hale caught sight of himself in the full-wall mirror, of a face that was... different. It was his, but not his. Softer, smoother, fine-boned - and flush with arousal, swelling lips opened to let hot gasps escape. His close-cropped hair was lengthening as he watched, already more of an untidy pixie-cut than anything. But at the lowest edge of the mirror...

"Holy..." breathed Hale, squeezing two soft masses that had definitely graduated to boobs and pulled noticeably on his front.

The reason his lower body felt tight wasn't just that it was swelling. That too, but it was also because his sweatpants, until a short while ago loose and comfy, now looked more like yoga pants painted on thick legs, wide hips and an ass that was making the seams creak with every one of Hale's movements. He shuddered and twitched as his legs and ass kept expanding in tandem with his tits, turning to the side to take a look at his behind. It looked gigantic, stretching out his sweatpants into an almost horizontal plane at the small of his back before the round, jiggling cheeks curved down into enormous thighs.

"Fffuuuuh~..." It should have freaked Hale out. Massively. But Hale was way past caring, with fat, erect nipples buzzing with pleasure under his every touch, his giant boner tenting his sweatpants and pulling them between globular cheeks, every throb rubbing it over supremely sensitive flesh that was developing a distinct slit. "Huuh... huuh... hnnnh~..."

Hale was also way past forming intelligible sentences or even word, panting and moaning in a slowly rising voice, both in volume and octave. A dark stain was spreading at the tip of his pulsing shaft as it throbbed and swelled, following the example of Hale's tits, his ass, his thighs. Only his waist was going against the theme of expansion, instead pulling gently in as Hale twitched and mewled. Eyes half closed, he let his head roll back, hair tickling his shoulders as he squeezed his boobs, pressed them together, did everything he could to enjoy the swelling masses on his chest. At the same time, he wished he'd grew a second pair of arms like the heteromorph in the alley so his cock wasn't negle--

SHRRIIIP!

The first seam in Hale's pants was beginning to give. Slowly, but surely, a tear was appearing, then widening at his thigh, running up to his hip and down towards the knee. Hale's other pant leg followed suit, a drawn-out ripping sound marking the total loss of a perfectly good pair of sweatpants. Letting his head loll sideways, Hale looked at himself into the mirror with half-lidded eyes, seeing soft, creamy flesh bulging from the tears in his pants. More and more was revealed as the tear widened but something was strange about it - there was a dimple, a depression running down from just under Hale's hips the entire length of the visible leg. And with every inch that was revealed, the depression got deeper. Not that Hale was able to properly process any of that. Even as he felt his sneakers grow uncomfortably tight, it was more a subconscious reaction to slip out of them and kick them away in a motion he'd done a thousand times when he'd come home.

No, what gave him enough pause to stop molesting his huge hooters was the blossoming of several new points of pleasure just behind his pulsing shaft. With a shuddering gasp, Hale heard a quiet squelch, and suddenly there was something hot and moist and throbbing between his thighs, wetness trickling down the smooth skin. Now, finally, Hale moved his right away from the soft, sensitive breasts still growing bigger on his front and pushed it into the waistband of his sweatpants and between his legs.

And of course, right behind his twitching nuts, Hale found exactly what his barely lucid mind had expected - a fresh and obviously eager pussy, dripping wet and twitching under his questing fingers. Shuddering and moaning unabashedly, Hale rubbed himself, fingertips dipping between the slick outer lips, almost not noticing that his new slit was still changing. Lengthening. Twitching.

"Hhoohguudh~..." Panting, Hale pushed first one finger into the hole that led to his center, then two, heart thundering in his ears.

He was still looking at himself in the mirror. Only himself didn't seem quite right anymore - what Hale, now rather Haley saw was obviously a furiously masturbating woman, with tits larger than her head, a wild mane of blonde hair framing an angelic face in the throes of lust... and two strange depressions in her massive ass and thighs that, even as she watched, deepened and widened until one enormous ass had become three, and two gargantuan thighs had become six, shredding apart the sweatpants into two halves. The effect continued downwards, to Haley's calves, her feet, until she was standing on six shapely legs that seemed eager to win back some of the mass of her formerly ridiculously huge undercarriage. Not that Haley's legs weren't going to turn heads with their configuration alone, the second and third lower bodies looking like a copy of her front ones, only bent 90 degrees at the hips and attached to the pubic bone at the waist, leaving barely any room between each leg.

Obviously, Haley hadn't gained only two additional sets of lower bodies. In a display of lewd mitosis, her lengthening pussy had split into three as well, each hot and dripping, only the front-most one getting any stimulation from her fingers. But they weren't the only new sources of pleasure - a tell-tale throbbing right in front of Haley's new slits heralded another bout of growth, this time of two copies of her impressively enlarged male member. Though tiny at first, they felt just as good as the main event up front, and with every lustful throb, they became larger, longer, thicker, fat nuts dropping into the smooth sacks behind them, gurgling and swelling with seed.

Haley was completely unable to form a coherent thought. Everytime she tried, there was a new sensation, a new jolt of pleasure, from her six thighs rubbing against each other, from her left dancing over her enormous tits, from a new spot inside her front pussy that her eager fingers came upon, even from her by now arm-length cock as it lifted up the front half of the rags that had been her sweatpants. It was impossible to do anything but ride the waves of pleasure, chase the next height of lust. If only Haley would have had more arms for all the sensitive spots on her body, maybe even tails to caress herself...

The sight of the shining, polished metal doorknobs of the stalls made it through the overwhelming lust reigning over Haley's mind. They looked nice and thick and round, and she'd only have to get on her tiptoes so her rear pussy would be high enough to get--

THUD!

It should have been no surprise that it wasn't all that easy to walk on six legs, particularly with each one of them weak and trembling from pure lust; Haley immediately stumbled and fell at the first step, upper body falling flat, her lower tauric body raised up behind her. What was a surprise, at least to Haley, was how her newly grown, meaty cocks slapped against the sodden lips of her equally fresh pussies - the rear-most shaft against her middle snatch, the middle member against the front slit. Arms stretched out before her, tits squished below her against the thankfully pristine tiles and burying her gargantuan frontal shaft in soft titflesh, Haley's head snapped up, eyes wide open as she gasped - that was the solution! Even with her lust-addled mind, or maybe because of it, Haley knew exactly what to do.

Wriggling her body, feeling her two rear cocks bob and slap into the insides of her thighs, Haley rose to her knees - all six of them - and reached back between her legs. Left hand going between her rear and middle left legs and right hand doing the same with her midde and front right legs, she grabbed what she could reach of her new shafts. Maybe it was her slimmed down hands, but they did feel larger than her old cock, and Haley felt breathless with anticipation as she worked and pushed and prodded, every touch of her engorged dicks on her pussies making her moan and gasp. Not being able to see what she was doing didn't make things any easier, but finally...

"Ooaaaannh~!"

It was almost too much. It was certainly enough to send Haley back onto her front, lower and tauric body raised on all six of her knees, all three sets of hips thrusting uncontrollably in unison. It was sublime. It was insane. Every thrust pushed a massive cock each deep into two pussies, stretching the twitching canals wide, while one almost twice as large slid between breasts that eclipsed the size of Haley's head. Her eyes were wide with lustful surprise, unable to process the pleasure flooding her mind, far in excess of just fingering herself.

She felt so full, so tight, clamping down on herself as each cock squirted pre into her depths or the remains of her sweatpants, six nuts twitching and gurgling. Haley's tits slid over the cool tiles as she rocked her body and her world, eyes rolling up in her head as she frenziedly moved her hips, **** to go deeper, to fill herself entirely, squealing with lust whenever she went as deep as her new anatomy allowed her to go.

If thinking had been hard before, not it was entirely impossible. There was only pure, animalistic copulation with herself, pumping and thrusting and twitching, Haley's two filled pussies desperately sucking her cocks back in when she pulled back, eagerly welcoming the rock-hard, straining rods in with every thrust, thighs and asses jiggling wildly as Haley pumped away.

Her fingers twitched on the tiles, erect nipples pressed against the floor, sending electric shocks of lust through her, and yet these intense sensations paled against the raging inferno in her tauric body, building with every thrust. Haley's jaw hung slack, mind reeling from sensations no human had ever felt before, tongue lolling out as her burning leg muscles sped up, hammered away at herself, juices squirting onto the floor with lewd splattering sounds. It wasn't even a consious decision - it was pure instinct. Haley knew she was close, so very close, all six nuts tightening, pussies twitching madly, ready to receive her thick baby batter...

"AahahaAOOOOH!"

The lustful scream was almost inhuman. Coming from three cocks and two pussies at once made Haley's entire body shudder and twitch, all three sets of hips jerking and pumping rope after fat rope of cum either into Haley herself or all over the floor, thick semen exploding out from where Haley's front shaft peeked out of her deep cleavage at the end of every thrust. Even Haley's third, unfilled pussy twitched and winked and drooled, trying to milk a dick that sadly wasn't there.

Crying tears of bliss, Haley felt herself blast shot after shot of cum, eagerly receiving them as she emptied her nuts into her pussies. A dopey, open-mouthed smile spread on her face as she felt the sticky hotness fill her, satisfaction spreading in her body as she finally collapsed on the floor in a tangled mess of legs, slowly rolling onto her side. Her shafts, still stuck deep inside her, twitched and oozed more cum into Haley's pussies as she brought her hands to her massive breasts to lazily fondle them as she revelled in the afterglow, still barely able think, let alone wrap her head around what had happened. But she knew one thing.

She couldn't wait to go fuck herself again.