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TAGS: M/F, Hyper (Very Hyper), Inflation/Expansion, Growth, Taur/Taurification, Multi

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The sun was about ready to disappear under the horizon when the giant snake prepared for his final round around the woods. He’d spent the whole day patrolling its outskirts, courtesy of the local festival always bringing with it an endless supply of drunkards who got lost in the trees after thinking they’d make a great improvised bathroom, but at least he was pleasantly surprised by the lack of any alcoholics stumbling through on their way to losing their bearings. Even still, Lanjat made sure to prowl every inch of his set path, taking extra care to catalogue any tracks that seemed to go into the treeline but not back out; for that last patrol route, he’d be going through a normally-unused path in the northeast, usually reserved for when hunters were given permission to go after local game during the winter season. Despite his immense size, the serpent was almost completely silent as he slithered his way over to the starting point, deftly avoid branches and leaves as he practically flew through the air at a speed that looked entirely out of place on someone as large as he was; years upon years of moving about in those woods had give him a near-perfect mental map of the area, to the point where he could probably navigate it with his eyes closed. If need be, the snake could most likely be on the opposite end of it within an hour, something that would take even experienced travellers and hunters the better part of a whole day… though, being about ninety feet in length probably helped when it came to that.

Once in position, Lanjat slowed down, bending his head downwards to investigate any tracks that might indicate someone had come through recently. Music could still be heard in the distance, but usually most of those who got lost around there did so far earlier on in the day, when they weren’t busy gorging on the potluck. Nevertheless, the serpent did his best to inspect every inch of the terrain, taking care to analyze every broken twig, every disturbed shrub, just to ensure that no one violated the sanctity of the forest… or became irrevocably lost, that was also a bad time. With him not expecting to find anything at all, Lanjat was surprised to see footprints coming from the direction of town, ones that actually managed to remain on the barely-traversed hunting path for quite a while before diverting into the trees proper; had someone decided to come fetch an extra snack for the feast? The giant snake could feel his rage boiling already if that were the case; if there was one thing he would not tolerate, it was poaching, with the last time he found anyone guilty of it needing the intervention of local authorities before he outright chucked the guilty party off the cliff next to his home. On closer inspection, however, it would appear that it most likely wasn’t a hunter operating off-season: there was too much damage to the surroundings, so much that it was clear that the intruder, whoever they were, wasn’t even attempting to hide their presence. In fact, a closer look at the tracks revealed this person to have been rather confused, with multiple turnarounds and attempts to return to the town, only to get lost and return to the trail… before ultimately veering off towards the treeline and disappearing from sight.

At that point, Lanjat became far more worried than he did angered, as the case had progressed from an intruder to someone who was very much in danger of losing themselves in the woods and needing rescue. With no physical tracks to follow, Lanjat had to resort to his more primal sense: taste… or at least whatever counted as taste for a snake… or whatever he happened to be; it was hard to discern what standard he should judge himself by, given that he was bigger than any serpentine creature he’d ever met, but one thing he did know for certain: as soon as his forked tongue met the air, he felt the familiar pang of someone who didn’t belong in there. Denim, processed cotton, sweat, infinitesimal traces of what tasted like condiments and spices, most likely someone who had decided to go foraging for something special to add to the potluck and ended up getting lost, which added up to them probably being a tourist that either had absolutely no experience in woodland survival, or one that did but wasn’t aware of how tricky the local area was to navigate. As he considered his options, the snake’s body practically moved on its own, relying on muscle memory to shift his head from side to side, allowing his tongue to guide him closer and closer to whoever it was that had left that trail behind them; the closer he got, the stronger the “scent” became, until he began to make out other characteristics: definitely feline, most likely very young, late twenties at most, and judging from the relatively little amount of perspiration, probably a cat with some outdoor experience… or one that knew how to keep their nerves in order. A few minutes later and he wouldn’t be needing his tongue at all, being able to hear the unmistakable sound of both footsteps and incredibly loud swearing.

He was taken aback by the string of expletives floating in his direction, so powerful that even he had to blush slightly at what he was hearing; he wasn’t one to use terms like “unladylike”, but the sort of language he was picking up was unbefitting of just about any civilized person! It would appear that, rather than growing increasingly terrified at the prospect of becoming lost in a forest the size of a large county, the feline had instead decided to start raging against the heavens in the most direct, crass manner possible; in a way, it was actually sort of funny, enough that Lanjat had to stifle some laughter as he got closer and began hearing the sorts of things coming out of that (correctly deduced) young woman’s mouth, most of which were too insulting and debasing for polite society. Considering their general attitude, however, the snake figured that he’d be good with simply slithering up to them and introducing himself normally, rather than trying to hold back in order not to further scare someone who was already on edge. Little did he know, his silent approach hadn’t gone entirely unnoticed, for the cat turned around the moment he got within fifty feet of her, looking about as pissed off as her words, shouted at no one in particular, seemed to suggest.

“Great, now I have to deal with a fucking forest monster too!” the calico cat cried out, rolling her eyes, “Alright, just get it over with, I’ve given up already. Never was much for vore anyway…”

Lanjat could do little but flinch and reflexively smile, too stunned to say anything, too surprised to offer any alternatives. He had no intention of eating her, of course; the whole point of finding the feline was to take her by the hand and then back to civilization… but given the sort of attitude she had, plus the fact that she seemed ready to take him on using nothing but her bare hands, a certain few ideas began to creep up on Lanjat’s mind, ideas that he hadn’t had in quite a long time. Perhaps, he thought to himself, the two of them could enjoy something different from the usual fare; if the cat was as feisty as she appeared to be, it would be downright criminal to waste such a fine opportunity to share a good time with someone at least half as wild as himself. His smile must’ve given him away as well, considering the cat in front of him raised both of her eyebrows and crossed her arms in front of her, adopting a stance that could only be described as equal parts nonchalant and intimidating, if that even made sense.

“I don’t fuck animals, you know?” she scoffed, “So don’t get any bright ideas.”

“I’m not an animal,” Lanjat stated simply, getting a reaction out of the lost feline that wasn’t a purely hostile one, “I’ve been following your tracks thinking you got lost, and I was going to help you get back to town.”

“Oh. Well, that’s… alright, I suppose that’s… fine?” the unnamed cat stumbled over her words, looking confused as to how she should act now that the giant beast was revealed to actually have a functional brain, “I wasn’t lost, you know, I was just… temporarily without guidance, I was just about to get back on the trail and head back, yeah.”

“Is that why the tracks you left were several hours old?”

The young woman’s cheeks lit up almost instantly, the embarrassment fighting its way through the many layers of anger and annoyance to proudly display itself for all to see… for all of a second or two, before the calico looked away in a huff and pretended that the last few moments hadn’t just happened. Despite this, her body language seemed to indicate she was far more relaxed than before, though not necessarily comfortable with being approached by a random stranger somewhere so far away from civilization. In the time it took for Lanjat to formulate this thought, however, she grunted and turned back around, only to sit down next to a tree, scrunch up her legs and place her head on her knees.

“I thought I could just dip into the woods for some ginger, but I guess I was wrong!” she chastised herself, “Tried following the trail, but ended up getting lost ten minutes later. It’s like the trees kept shifting around, I swear…”

“These woods are hard to navigate even for those who are accustomed to them,” Lanjat reassured her, taking his chances and moving closer. On seeing no resistance, he placed himself beside her, trying to go as low to the ground as he could, “even seasoned hunters need to be escorted out every once in a while. You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself.”

“I guess…” the cat murmured, looking out into the distance, “It’s getting late though. The potluck’s probably started already, so it’s not like I can help anymore. The whole day is just ruined.”

This was his opportunity. The snake allowed the calico to ruminate on what had happened for a few moments before making his move, gently coiling up around her and letting the cat know just how large he truly was. He didn’t yet put his proper material on display, but it was clear (or should be clear) from the way he was acting that he was offering a lot more than simple comfort when he spoke up again.

“If you’d like, my house is just close by, and I was gonna go back after checking for stragglers anyway. I’d be more than happy to cook something for the both of us… or, I can just take you back to town, no strings attached. Your choice.”

He smiled, hoping to make it clear that the offer was entirely genuine; as cute and attractive as the cat was, the serpent wasn’t one for forcing himself onto personal limits. If anything, he quite liked being alone most of the time, and the invitation was only extended because of the rather unique circumstances surrounding their situation. Thankfully, the answer came only after a short period of deliberation, during which the calico very clearly gave him as thorough of a once-over as she could, including having her eyes rest on a very specific part of him for what felt like longer than they should, complete with a sly, slightly toothy grin forming on the corners of her lips. When the feline looked up again, she was beaming, though no less ragged-looking than before.

“I’d love to.”

Gods, that smile… with a single gesture, she went from intimidating and downright nasty to one of the most beautiful sights that Lanjat had the pleasure of ever laying his eyes on. He could barely contain his own excitement when he flattened himself against the ground, instructing her to climb on; the snake could clearly feel that same, very specific part of him trying to make itself known to the world, needing him to consciously suppress his own urges in order to avoid any embarrassments. Once more, the trees flew past him at a dangerous speed, though not as quickly as they had beforehand; he did have a passenger on his backside now, so it was important to both pay extra attention to where he was going and not have the poor thing panic too much. Nonetheless, the two emerged onto the clearing where he had built his house no more than ten minutes later, after which Lanjat made sure to give the calico plenty of time to take in the sights.

For what it was worth, the cat was about as impressed with it as he assumed she would be. If the enormous cabin wasn’t enough to leave her absolutely floored, given that it was probably about as much bigger compared to regular housing as its owner was to other people, then the beautiful view of the valley beyond it, just below the sheer cliff, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, certainly would. There was a certain picturesque quality to it, given the small farm-slash-orchard that Lanjat kept next to it, making it look like an odd combination of a farmhouse and extremely expensive vacation home for some foreign millionaire; there was little to indicate that it actually belonged to the forest’s guardian, let alone that said guardian was a serpent of his size. With his own grin glaring brightly, Lanjat took his sweet time slithering over to his front door, making sure to take every unnecessary detour he could get away with while detailing the various ways that he liked to spend his time when he wasn’t out patrolling the woods. He could tell that the calico wasn’t really listening; she was still awestruck by the sheer magnitude of it all, probably expecting some random hovel in the middle of nowhere that she’d have to pretend to enjoy, not what amounted to a several-story manor with its own produce farm. What made it even better was that, for the snake at least, it was a genuinely middling house; it just so happened that he was that big.

Content in his little display, the serpent moved towards the front door and placed his passenger on the ground, moving aside and offering to let her in first. With a single hand, he opened the entrance and gave her all the room in the world and more to step into the foyer, at which point everything that she had seen up until that point suddenly felt small, however that was supposed to work; not only were the calico’s expectations completely muddled by what she saw in the clearing, they were still somehow surpassed by the house’s interior! Everything was done on an immense scale, even stuff as simple as the kitchen appliances… which, given the house’s owner, made some actual sense once she thought about it; the overabundance of stepladders and rigging assembled around everything seemed to indicate that the snake was at least considerate enough to think about smaller folk, but one had to wonder if they received enough visitors to warrant such preparations; and, if so, just where did they go? Was the colossus really as gentle and unassuming as they presented themselves as, or did they pose as much of a threat as others of their kind?

“Mind the pit,” Lanjat offhandedly mentioned, moving past her, “I use it for myself, but it’s a bit difficult to navigate the first time around without some help. Come!”

The sheer dissonance between her thoughts and the outwardly friendly disposition of her forest savior were enough to get the calico’s legs to move on their own, eager to find out just what this “pit” was. Now, the cat had never been afraid of heights, but as soon as she stepped close to that hole in the ground and looked down, all colour flushed from her face and her knees began rattling, because that thing was deep; so deep, in fact, that she couldn’t even properly see the bottom, though whether or not that was the height of it or the fact that every surface was covered in pillows was still up for consideration. The snake beside her, meanwhile, happily dove into it, coiling around the edges and allowing his body to rest on the many ledges and padded platforms, quickly revealing the whole thing to be a massive bed-couch-resting place of sorts… which, again, given the size of the snake, made absolute sense now that she thought about it. Still not enough to make her feel safe next to the edge, so she took a couple of steps back, just to be sure. Only when Lanjat was safely within his sleeping pit, arms resting over the edge and head thrown back, did he turn towards his guest; when he spoke up, his voice was somehow even softer than before, so much so that the cat once more more found herself walking towards him almost subconsciously.

“So, you haven’t even told me your name yet. And neither have I, now that I think about it” - he chortled - “I’m Lanjat, and it’s a pleasure to meet you; what might you be called, sweetheart?”

Suddenly, the feline felt her cheeks brighten and her body heat up, the atmosphere growing denser and warmer as that smile she was getting broke down every defensive barrier that she’d erected around herself. How could she have ever doubted, for even a second, that this Lanjat was anything other than her knight in shining armor? Surely someone like them wouldn’t take advantage of someone like her, not in this situation; hell, it felt downright insulting to suggest otherwise, especially seeing as the door had remained open behind her, and there was nothing to indicate he would stop her from leaving. He was inviting her to come closer, to step forward and join him in lounging about doing nothing of substance, and after such a long time traipsing around the woods without any bearings to follow… she might just take him up on his offer. The calico barely noticed as her body began to react to the snake’s presence, a certain tightness building inside of her the closer she got; her shirt was already starting to ride up her torso, her pants creaking ominously.

“Samantha,” she replied, “but you can call me Sam… please call me Sam, heh.”

“Oh, Sam, I wouldn’t think to do anything but that,” Lanjat crooned back, beckoning the cat closer, “now, far from me to be so bold as to suggest anything, but, if you would be so kind, there is plenty of room in here if you so wish to share it with me…”

The invitation was obvious and the intent even more so, yet for some reason Samantha couldn’t think of any reason to say no. A beast tgat big could very well force her to go along with things, but instead, there he sat (coiled?), asking her to step forward and join him in his relaxation. There wouldn’t be a lot of time for waiting around the moment their two bodies touched again, this much she was certain of, but it was still an alluring prospect nonetheless; besides, she hadn’t felt this hot since the last time she brought another stray cat into her own abode, and that little episode was feeling increasingly insignificant compared to what she was observing in front of her in that very moment. A snake of that caliber would certainly have a lot more to offer than someone of her own kind… someone of her own size… and her body seemed to think so as well, since it was apparently trying to match Lanjat in any way it could.

Maybe it was the giant’s mere presence, or perhaps his honeyed words carried with them magical power; whatever the case may be, it was clear that whatever was happening to her was not normal in the slightest. The closer she got to the pit, the more her body engorged and filled, seemingly from nowhere; the feline’s shirt was already struggling to deal with the pair of breasts it was holding back, both of which had grown to encompass a significant chunk of her chest, and if that weren’t enough, two more nubs had appeared beneath them, seemingly heralding the appearance and emergence of a brand new rack! Down below, her hips were widening and her thighs were fattening, asscheeks rising like dough and muffin-topping almost indecently from her increasingly-torn jeans. Quiet sloshing could be heard coming from her, before her tits were stuffed so much that even those noises were muffled, both mounds on both rows inflating to the point where even the slightest touch caused them to erupt with gouts of thick, warm cream.

“W-what’s happening to m-me…” the calico moaned, looking up at the snake and not knowing how exactly to react, “I f-feel so hot…”

“My presence is known to cause such reactions,” Lanjat replied dismissively, even as his own arousal was stoked, “I’m truly sorry, but if you’d like, you can always turn arou-”

“No!”

The scream had come from nowhere, and even Sam didn’t know what caused her to have such an outburst. All she knew was she felt hot, she felt horny, and she needed to have something done about it. By that point, the weight on her chest had grown to the point where her legs couldn’t hold it anymore, and the cat fell to her knees, only to immediately topple forwards and end up flattened against the ground, lying atop a growing bed of breastflesh… one that had a third row added to it when she wasn’t looking. Each mound had become big enough to be able to cover her whole torso just by itself, filled to the brim and leaking heavily even without stimulation, and yet they kept growing regardless, pushing the poor cat upwards and above the floor, until she had to stretch her arms out as far as they went just to be able to touch it… until even that wasn’t enough. In the pit, Lanjat’s reaction to the whole thing was quite obvious, though it would take a few seconds before the tip of the proverbial iceberg came peeking just high enough for Samantha to be able to see it, even if the thrumming, throbbing sounds of the snake’s hyperactive cum factories were all-but obvious, echoing from the depths. The sight of it just made the feline’s transformation worse, with her tits practically doubling in size in an instant, and each of her asscheeks packing enough mass onto them that they began rolling onto her back, threatening to bury the cat underneath her own curves.

And yet she didn’t care; if anything, her moans and cries and begging for more only called for the situation to become worse, something that Lanjat himself was more than happy to play into; he leaned closer, doing his best not to touch his enormous shaft just yet, bringing his fangs into dangerous proximity with the outermost edges of the topmost row of tits that his soon-to-be-lover sported. Those sharp things dripped with… well, not poison, but something just as dangerous.

“If you so desire,” he explained, “I can give you a little help. An infusion, a painless bite, and what you see now will be naught but an appetizer for your true potential~”

With her eyes glazed over, Samantha stared at those shiners, pondering on whether to immediately agree or moan even louder as a response of sorts. She settled by doing both, first the latter, then the former, again and again until her words turned into nonsense sounds that were little more than babbling. Lanjat, happy to see that his newest visitor had taken so eagerly to his offer, wasted no time in providing what he promised; with a lunge, he sunk both fangs into one of the cat’s breasts, a surprisingly painless intrusion that almost immediately made things so much worse.

Her body began twisting, changing shape to make way for the growth spurt building up and getting ready for a final blast. It wasn’t enough for her to merely be a cat anymore, for the sort of body that could please Lanjat, and the sort of body that could please the raging inferno of lust suddenly burning inside of the feline herself, was the sort of body that could take as many modifications as it needed to make it become ever more obscene whenever any stray lewd thought crossed her mind. She had to become more, be more, and to that end… she needed more room. Her spine bent and popped, cracking and snapping into place as her torso was elongated, making room for even more rows of milk-stuffed udders to appear from nowhere; within just a few seconds of this starting, this extra length began to bend at a ninety degree angle before thickening considerably and packing on additional muscle mass, giving the cat the countenance of some sort of equine… a taur! A brand new pair of legs emerged from where her waist should’ve been, feline in nature and covered in sodden fur, pawing at the ground for the few, brief seconds that it had to do so; wouldn’t take long before the many tits burgeoning outwards from her tauric undercarriage became so massive that all she could do was allow her brand new paws to sink into their folds as she was lifted upwards, fortunately being given an increasingly privileged view of the cock getting ready to fuck her.

Lanjat had been nothing but patient throughout her quick and unexpected transformation, but it was clear from the way that shaft was throbbing that he wasn’t going to be waiting much longer; in fact, the snake had already begun to clamber out of his pit, their long, sinuous tail creating a large circle around the tauric cat, tightening and coming closer with each run around her. Samantha’s life had somehow turned upside down faster than she could process it, and now her greatest fear wasn’t that she’d be lost in the woods, but those few brief seconds during which she couldn’t see her new lover’s mast, whenever he happened to be slithering around her and not directly in front. In those occasions, she begged for it to go in a lot of places, be it between the many tits pushing her up towards the ceiling at a dangerous speed, or just directly inside of her, hoping that being bloated with cum would help her grow even bigger than before. Lanjat, to his credit, managed to keep up the teasing for long enough that his newest partner was practically on the verge of tears by the time he actually acted on it; the snake had not expected things to take a turn for the sexual so quickly, nor did he ever dream of the possibility that someone might genuinely react to his presence in such an exaggerated manner. Usually it was just a couple of cup sizes and maybe a handful of pudge around the waist, not literally sprouting dozens of taur-tits and an ass so wide that it literally covered their entire body up to the head, trapping Sam in a cocoon of her own curves… and coincidentally giving him two perfect spots to sink his hands into when he needed leverage to start pounding her properly.

Given the rate at which she was growing, the giant snake had no intention of making it go even faster; his house was large, yes, but if he went too far he could still break free of it, and the last thing he wanted to do was spend the better part of a month cleaning up cum and milk from the surrounding woods, not to mention the damage it would do to his crops. No, better to aim the bloated cat towards the pit and then make sure his own shaft was nice and tucked away in the many cleavages bloating up underneath her; they were still sensitive enough that the cat screamed out for his name before her voice broke completely, still soft enough that his own spine seemed to vibrate with how much he was shivering, still tight enough that he doubted the proper slit in which he was supposed to bottom out would be able to compare. It was pure heaven, enough that, after a while, even his enormous rod wasn’t big enough to poke out the other side, even when those ponderous orbs of his slammed heavily against the bottommost row of tits at the far end of Samantha’s tauric body. The house shook in all directions, the ground cracking slightly as the floorboards failed to hold up the weight of those tremendously-sized mammaries; in that moment, amidst the frantic thrusting and primal, animalistic grunting, Lanjat was quite happy with his decision to splurge out on reinforced building materials for his foundations, for at least now he could entertain himself with a body that had become too heavy for even the most expensive of homes to contain. Soon enough, Sam would be spilling into his pit, multiple rows of milk-makers gushing their sweet contents into it; the snake was going to need a vacuum pump for that, but he no longer cared. Just as long as he had Samantha there to rut, to use as the overinflated fucktoy that she so longed to be, then everything would turn out to be just fine.

Outside, the sun was setting, and the forest was getting ready to sleep. In the distance, the festivities carried on, blissfully ignorant of their missing cat. Through the front door of Lanjat’s manor, a thick puddle of milk began to ooze.

And it would only get thicker as the night went on.