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On the Scene with Birthday Busting
🕑 Added 2021-06-30 14:58:35 +0000 UTC(contains breast humping, blow jobs, hyper BE, macro growth, getting stuck)
Commission for Foxfencer
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There was no point in asking ‘why’ an eight foot tall cake suddenly appeared in the living room. It was Gene’s birthday, after all. There were few other reasons such an event would spontaneously happen to the fox man. He was more concerned about the ‘who’ and ‘how’ that got this dessert tower inside his house during a short shower. Barely ten minutes had passed between his initial turning the water dials and stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but damp fur and a towel around his waist.
Still not the worst thing a half-naked hacker can find with the enemies his profession makes. A quick check around the unattended apartment currently serving as his rent-free home uncovered no signs of forced entry. That narrowed the list of gift givers enough for Gene to relax.
He returned to the living room still trying to dry out his long blond hair. Almost a minute went by with Gene simply staring at the giant cake monstrosity wondering the ‘what’ he was supposed to do with it. Some sweet treats were great for any occasion, but no way would he finish all this before having to move into another empty home. It was always best to stay on the move, or else something like this happened with more high-end explosives instead.
“HMMPPHH! PHH! PHH!”
“You gotta be kidding me.” When the obstruction of bread and icing suddenly shifted with muffled moans from within, it was like a puzzle piece fell into place for Gene. The tower vibrated with increasing intensity as fissures split along its smooth cream surface. His fluffy copper tail couldn’t help wagging with an amused smirk at knowing what was coming.
SPLORT!
THUD!!
“Ow…”
Gene’s ears perked with joy at witnessing a beautiful bunny girl explode out of the apparently hollow cake. They quickly folded back when said bunny struggled to get globs of icing out of her face, trip on the chamber around her feet, and crash in a messy heap at his damp feet.
“Fucking hell! How is anyone supposed to stay in these things?” The bunny rolled about, gradually wiping enough cake out of her face fur to get both eyes open. What areas of her body weren’t coated in frosting glittered with the rind of a dazzling red leotard. One especially cut to almost completely expose her massive chocolate furred breasts. “Hey! I know those look amazing, Gene, but could you help me up first?”
“S-sure. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting... Wendel!?” Gene hurried to grab both of the bunny’s slender hands, hoisting her up with some effort. With a bust and hips like that she was heavier than expected. Nor did he count on recognizing that spotted patched face, even in female form. “Wow. It’s been a long time.”
“Really? Can’t tell with how ecstatic I am to be here,” the shorter bunny girl lied. Her attention drifted to scooping globs of cake off her ample curves. “You can call me Wanda, if you want. It makes being turned into a bimbo feel less complicated.”
“Fair enough. This whole thing you’re doing seems a bit elaborate.” Gene bit his lower lip, unable to resist watching Wanda peel back creamy goop to reveal the glittering swell of her butt. He didn’t care that cake and icing were being tossed all over the carpet. It was like watching some kind of messy strip tease that quickly got his towel pitching a tent.
“Thank Desmond for this. He promised me three hundred bucks to give you a birthday present.” One more pass along her front seemed to satisfy Wanda. Plenty of baked goods clung to her fur in odd places, but it’d thinned out enough to show off her dazzling body proper. Her emerald eyes whipped back to meet Gene’s, only to dip low. “Heh! Speaking of which, it’s nice to see you starting for me. Come on. Let’s get this done!”
“Get wha-h-hey!” Before Gene knew it, the thick bunny was pressing against his moist white chest fur. A startled yelp escaped his slender muzzle as the towel that was his only cover was yanked away, giving a sharp brush along his ass in the process.
“Hey is for horses,” Wanda countered with a giggle. Now that the fox was appropriately naked, she gave him a sharp push onto the soft cushions of a recliner. “Just relax so we can both try to enjoy this.”
“O-oh?” Gene flopped into the chair with air escaping his lungs. He barely got a breath back in before the bunny was kneeling to place her weight onto his thighs. “Ooooh! Sweet mercy!”
Before his widening eyes, Wanda yanked back the cut of her leotard, sending her tits oozing around Gene’s erection. She didn’t waste any time kneading the outer curves of her mammaries, squishing the pliable flesh around his member in a warm massage. The fox grit his teeth seething a groan as he gripped the armrests of the chair. Within seconds blood rushed into his groin, further inflating his tender shaft until its bulbous head popped out from the bunny’s cleavage.
“Oh, thank god,” Wendel said, blushing at the dick sprouting inches from her nose. “I’ve never done this weird shit before, so I guess that’s a good sign.”
“Y-you could sound a bit m-more sexy while you do it, p-perhaps?”
Wanda shot Gene a look that quickly broke down into a grin. “Desmond didn’t pay me enough for that. You’re just lucky stroking my boobs turns me on.”
“You don’t say?” Gene chuckled before both hands lunged forward to clasp Wanda’s bouncing breasts by their areolas.
“Ack!” Wanda gasped, biting her lip to stifle further noise. It didn’t help that her crotch was getting aggressively damp with the fox’s help. “B-bastard! I should warn you I’m not paid to go that far either.”
“N-no complaints herrre! Aah!”
SCHLP! SCHLP! SCHLP! SCHLP! SCHLP! SCHLP!
Up and down Wanda’s breasts continued in their assault on Gene’s crotch. The thick meat throbbed every so often against the furry covers. It took a lot of effort for the bunny to stay focused on her task instead of pawing off herself. The way her birthday fox kept twisting one nipple after the other in sequence was doing a number on her own loins. It was like he was trying to milk her.
Gene’s tongue rolled out the side of his muzzle with his heavy panting. Already his sac was pulling tight against the base of his shaft. Feelings of muscles tensing deep inside his pelvis grew strong with each tittie flop onto his lap. Something about the way Wanda liked to act opposed to such lewd adventures was really hot. She certainly didn’t object when he started joining in the fun.
He only wondered if Desmond warned her about that one thing a second before it was too late to do anything about it.
“Aw fuck!” Gene winced as his dick leaned back against Wanda’s chest. The tension reached its peak, while instinct had him trying desperately to force back the need for release.
“And there’s my cue,” Wanda announced with less enthusiasm. A dribble of pre coming out the fox’s member caused her to hesitate only a second before opening her short muzzle to take in several inches of thick fox meat.
She acted just in time when long ears picked up Gene, yelping above her. The fox’s body trembled in several hard spasms much like the dick in Wanda’s mouth. By some miracle, she didn’t gag when the first shot of cum rocketed to the back of her throat. Letting her mind go blank allowed her to swallow it down immediately in time to accept the next blast, and then the next.
Wanda counted five hard throbs of Gene’s penis before the thing finally stopped firing spunk like a handgun. Even then it continued to pulse droplets onto her tongue until she finally gave up and pulled back to take a breath.
“T-thank you for the present,” Gene offered, slouching back into the chair completely lost in the afterglow. His skinny chest expanded and deflated with his rapid breathing.
“You’re welcome, I guess. Ew!” Wanda leaned back fully off Gene’s lap. Her boobs had lingered a bit too long around Gene’s spent member and found much of their inner fur now glistening with his seed. “Fuck man! How much cum can one guy make?! Ugh! It’s all over my tits.”
“One perk of nano machine augmentation.” Gene gave a smile and a wink. “Desmond reminded you about that, right?”
“Remind me about wha… oh! OH NO!”
The bunny jumped to her feet, clawing at her naked chest in a desperate attempt to remove Gene’s cum from their fur. They both knew it was already a futile effort. Much of the fluids were already absorbed deep into Wanda’s soft flesh, filling it with a building warmth. Her efforts slowed until both hands came to a rest cupping the front of her plump mounds. Already the masses inside them were growing, drawing the skin firm against her fingers.
“God dammit Desmond!” Wanda yelped when her bust rushed forward in a sudden growth spurt. Brown fur bulged through the small spaces between her fingers from the frantic efforts to hold them back. Within seconds they swelled larger than her head, gaining a lot more roundness to their edges. An unwitting rub against the nipples started streaks of warm fluids to leak out across the rapidly expanding undersides. “Oh, god! How am I supposed to leave like this!?”
Gene blushed deeply, eyeing this spectacle with great interest. Just watching Wanda stagger about the living room while her breasts progressively pour over her torso was getting his member erect again. They were blocking most of her body from the front, hanging down to her navel when another thought came to his mind.
“I’d be more concerned about how much you swallowed, if you remember that part.”
“W-what!?” Wanda whirled to face Gene almost too fast. Breasts were now the biggest part of her body and their swing almost toppled her balance. “What do you mean swallooo-OOOH FUUUUUCK!”
The bunny straightened out with a hard shake. In that instant she shot up two feet in height with enough momentum to make her epic boobs jostle against her knees. Wanda was about to prey that was her imagination but another hard folt shot her up another three feet. It almost looked like Gene was sliding away from her perspective as she suddenly loomed over his chair.
From there it was uncontrolled chaos. The glittering leotard tore off Wanda’s body as her everything expanded in all directions. While her head raced towards the ceiling, expensive fabric tore off her shapely butt. Feet constantly thumped about with curling meatball toes pressing into the carpet enough to make the foundation creak.
Ear tips brushed the rough plaster above, prompting Wanda to collapse on all fours.
“MMPPHHHHH!?”
“Sorry,” she offered, having accidentally blanketed Gene and the chair he was in with breasts the size of pickup trucks. Of course those would stay the largest part of her as if out of spite. “Gah!”
Trying to bunch herself smaller almost seemed a pointless exercise. While her mammaries continued flooding the living room floor, she felt her feet press into the far wall. Bending her legs all the way forward only bought minutes before her ass began pushing into it instead. The rough grinding of her back against the ceiling was certainly unpleasant as well.
“Ugh! Um…” Wanda was about to decide which wall looked the least important to make an exit through when she realized her growth had stopped. Not that she was any more thrilled to be literally filling up a room. There was barely enough elbow room to fish a flattened Gene out from under breasts that had become her own support cushions.
“T-thanks!”
“Shut up and fix me!” Wanda snapped, giving the tiny fox a shake in mid-air. It almost felt like holding a house cat at this size.
“Eek! Hey! Quit it!” Gene groaned with motion sickness, nearly collapsing when Wanda set him down on what little open space remained. “Just relax. You’ll shrink back on your own once the nano machines in my cum burn out. How did you forget about writing that article on me?”
“I’ve had a lot happen over the years. This...is oddly par for the course.” Wanda huffed into her cleavage. Just relaxing a little nearly engulfed her upper body in their soft mass.
A soft flopping against her right boob made Wanda take notice of Gene getting comfortable as well.
“If it’s any comfort, I’m really enjoying my birthday present.” Gene let gravity take hold, so his body slowly sunk into Wanda’s breast like a foam mattress. “I noticed you look a bit full. Mind if I have some milk with my cake.”
Wanda raised a giant finger as if to say something, but lowered it with an angry look instead. “Help yourself. It’s not like I’m going anywhere for a while.”
