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Yeah sure.”\n\n“We performed the metagenetic procedure that returned you an idyllic form of self-perception, based on the F-list profile you submitted prior to your stay.”\n\n“My what profile?”\n\nThe physician’s assistant replied helpfully. “The source for these. You put hyper, Mew and herm at the top of the list, and specified….”\n\nShe took a ruler out of her coat pocket and attempted to pantomime the recommended size by drawing it, but quickly ran into the problem of insufficient armspan. She flailed, ponytail bobbing, trying to articulate the gap.\n\n“That big, haha~”\n\n _____ huffed and stuffed hir breasts under hir arms with feverishly warm cheeks. Hir buoyant boobs spilled over them with a muffled but decidedly cartoonish -bwoomp-, wider than her hips and individually several tons larger than anyone else present.\n\nSo that’s what shi was? A Mew herm? Those particular words came back to hir. Mew as in the mythical Pokemon Mew, #151, and herm as in hermaphrodite. Shi/hir. 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Once we have those, you’re free to proceed to check-in, choose your name and start your vacation.”\n\n _____ felt butterflies in hir chest. Hir tail flitted happily on the floor. Shi ran a hand through hir head fur, grappling with the implications. Shi ordered this. And now shi had a vacation package at some kind of secluded resort, a facility with guests like hir. \n\n\nLike hir. Distinctly not human. [i][b]Hermaphrodite.[/b][/i] Shi filed hirself in the latter category minutes ago and didn’t regret it once. Glancing down into hir cleavage again, feeling how hir firm nuts pressed against hir knees when shi shifted, seeing huge hips, full thighs and the effortless way they filled out a figure - it felt tailored for hir specifically. A representation of hir inner self turned outward, in a way a human body with human proportions couldn’t. 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It wasn’t clear if this feeling came from a prior lack of misses and ma’ams or an attraction so strong it appealed regardless of how femme shi’d actually been. Shi hoped it was the latter.\n\nEventually one of the colored paths in the tile floor led _____ to a set of heavy double doors. Shi shuffled up to it and pushed tentatively through.\n\nGranite stones lined long walls. Great windows looked out on mountain country, rolling hills and hardwood forest for miles. A flame crackled in an old fireplace the length of a minibus. Furniture flanked it from multiple angles, rustic leather couches and Rockwell recliners made of expensive-looking leather. They made way for a landing near the center of what she recognized now was the lobby, one revolving door leading to the drive-up, and the other to a terrace. Each end sat at distinctly different scales, with the former meant for loading and unloading shuttles back to town, and the latter made for things that could sit astride said shuttles. \n\nAt the far corners were a small herd of lacquered mahogany lounge chairs and tables, arranged to lend a sense of spontaneity to a curated scene. A rolling liquor cabinet was set to one side, with wine glasses of ascending size ready to be used at a moment’s notice. Next to it, neatly coiled on itself, was a shop vacuum labeled ‘the Cum Cleaner,’ and every few feet, shi saw a drain cut in the floor with a gently sloping divot, inconspicuously placed but conspicuous in its function. Smaller amenities like person-sized doors and drinking fountains were concessions more than reminders; the space was designed for anthros to inhabit first, and humans a distant second.\n\n“Geez… how much did I pay for this…”\n\n_____ stepped out gingerly, taking in the ambiance. The lobby would have been cavernous for people half hir size, shi supposed. Not to hir, though. For hir sensibilities, this was the perfect fit. The conjoined rooms connecting the common room to the lobby were empty this time of day - a little before noon if shi had it right - but shi suspected they were trafficked by anthros at peak hours. Shi listed between fixtures, running hir pink hand over smooth table surfaces, imagining the commotion. Shi absorbed the smell of wood chips and pine, picked honeysuckle and fresh Carolina rose, and noted the lack of chemical scents. No lysol aftertaste, no air freshener, not a hint of bleach or borax or ammonia. It surprised hir, but it really shouldn’t have.\n\nShi did detect semen, though. Semen, and a faint dose of musk.\n\n_____ sniffed. A breadth of weight suggested… size, and funnily enough girl. Disconnected concepts, of course, highly unquantifiable, but the more shi took them in, the more palpable and real they felt. The smells almost flirted with each other, like two girls deciding the best way to spend a night in each other’s arms. Shi felt color in hir face again, the shiver of another flush of arousal. \n\nShi let it guide hir. Shi weaved between granite pillars looking for the source of the smell, floating ass over end with hir thin tail held high and unintentionally (or maybe intentionally, you could never tell) presenting hir taint and vagina to the world. It was a while before shi saw the front lobby and check-in desk beside it, and the creature working on the other side, making notes in an accounting book.\n\n____ blinked out of hir reverie. The figure resolved into an anthro, then a woman, then the most beautiful woman shi’d ever seen. \n\nStatuesque didn’t do them justice. To _____’s ten feet, she was a giant, easily twenty feet tall if not more. Their name tag identified them as ‘Briar,’ with ‘shi/hir’ appended below, but it was a speck on the far side of a mountain of boob, set slightly off-kilter with both of hir vast tits squeezed into a crisp button-up and tie. They looked ready to spill out, straining the tiny buttons to their absolute limits. Long dark stains decorated the peaks of hir nipples, and the top of hir bust nearly obscured hir snout. Tufts of fur poked through the gaps between, white in the belly and banded running down the length of hir poofy tail. This alone would have been sufficient justification to call the clerk a bombshell — but _____ was waist high, and thus eye-level with the clerk’s enormous, shorts-warping, counter-straddling bulge, clad in generously-tight violet khaki fabric. It required more cloth than a circus tent, and even then it could barely contain the gender concentrated inside it.\n\n _____ could smell the clerk’s equipment from across the room, the pleasant reek of sexuality. That’s what that was. Penis. Shi could feel the heat radiating off the surface of hir bulge, practically inviting hir to walk up and touch it, to hold it in hir hands and covet its vulgarity. The fact the clerk was a lemur was almost secondary.\n\nIt was about this time the clerk chuckled.\n\n“Well then, I see someone’s awake. Arright, so, lemme give you the spiel - welcome to the Omni Grove Park Inn! The world’s first and only hypersexual reality spa. Would you be so kind as to tell me your reservation number?”\n\n_____ blinked, suddenly remembering Briar’s eyes were up there. Way, way up there.\n\nShi craned hir neck.\n\n“Oh! Oh um. Gosh, you’re really pretty. Gosh. I’ve never seen anyone as big as you before. I-is everyone here like this? I can’t stop staring. I usually don’t have a problem with tits and penises like yours, but they’re just so impressive!”\n\n____ flummoxed, squirming in place. Shi touched hir throat. What prompted that? And why did shi say it so fawningly?\n\nBriar beamed. “Aww! Well y’didn’t need to say. Your penis is hard. I could tell you were interested from that.” \n\nShi gave a boob-occluded gesture with hir finger. _____ followed where shi pointed, and saw hir erection coming through hir cleavage like a breaching whale.\n\n“… oh, I’m-” _____ flummoxed, reflexively covering hirself. “I-I guess it is. A-and I am. Haha~…”\n\n“S’alright!” Briar reassured hir. Shi flapped hir handpaw. The wall of flesh behind hir sloshed like a tanker truck. Hir voice had a twanging, melodic accent to it, which to _____’s ears sounded like upcountry Carolinian, born and raised hillfolk. “You’re in a good place! We don’t mind sudden erections here. The bigger, the better.”\n\nShi changed the subject as ____ squirmed with a dopey grin on hir face. “Anyway - could I get your reservation number, please?”\n\n_____ rummaged through the folder for something that might have been a reservation number. “Um! Sixty-two twenty-two?”\n\nBriar turned to consult the schedule board on the wall behind hir. How shi avoided knocking the flower pot off the counter with a swing of hir bulge, _____ didn’t know, but the slightly tempered smell was a relief and maybe a disappointment. \n\n“… I see you!” said Briar. Shi marked it off with a hyper-friendly blue marker, the same blue as Briar’s stylized undercut. She wore it with a pride that spoke to the unfettered spirit of the furry working class. “That’ll do ya! You’re right on time, darlin’.”\n\n_____ wondered. Shi looked over the counter, and found stationary, checkbooks, sanitation supplies, but no modem and no desktop tower to speak of. They must do everything analog here.\n\nBriar looked over hir shoulder, giving an easy-going smile. “Do y’all have a name picked out already?”\n\n_____ blinkered, processing the question. Right. A name. Shi was still missing one. “Wait, picked out?”\n\n“Uh-huh! Any hypers checking into the Inn have their choice’a body and name, and pursuant to that rule, we allow all guests the option to determine a new name if the old one ain’t satisfactory.”\n\n“Is that an up-charge?”\n\n“Honey, you ain’t being charged.” \n\n“Yeah okay, but.”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“But like.” _____ shrank a little. Hir tail wrapped nervously around hir leg. “Sorry. This… feels a little too good to be true, y’know. It’s a lot to wrap my bulge around.”\n\n“Head?”\n\n“Head is good,” _____ replied earnestly, before the rest of the thought got through. Hir face turned red again. “Aaagghhh, fuck~. I dunno, can you recommend one?”\n\nBriar’s tail swished behind hir, clearly interested. Shi turned and leaned against the countertop, pressing tents of boob and cockflesh together into a creaking melody of taxed inseams. _____ pricked up hir ears. Shi stared into Briar’s big eyes, unsure what to do, but sure that shi was being appreciated by another fur with taste, that shi had become an object of desire. A pulse ran all the way to the tip of hir feminine dick. Shi squirmed in place, grinning from ear to pointed ear. [i]Major Tom to Ground Control, shi’s looking at me. Repeat, I am being perceived.[/i]\n\n“Weeeeell… I think you’re the prettiest girl I seen today.”\n\n_____’s throat tightened. A thump of euphoria made hir heart swell.\n\n“… yeah…?”\n\n“And these tits you got here are awfully appealing. May I?”\n\nBriar didn’t have to ask. _____ stood straighter and nodded, offering hir… hir tits to be felt up. Briar, a responsible employee at this establishment, cupped hir handpaws under their porn star perk, the perfect roundness _____ never knew shi wanted, but felt so natural to just be. Thin fingers brushed across pink fur and salmon-colored areolae, tracing the edge with the tip of each claw. Shi was delicate like _____ was delicate. Demure, soft, blemish-free. Shi was mostly tits compared to hir vanishing waist and body. In that way, shi was liberated from the obligation to be anything other than hirself, and in Briar’s hands, it was impossible not to lean in, to soak in that recognition. _____ let hir feelings take over, let hir eyes close as the euphoric hum made its way through hir and out of hir like a current. Shi was shamelessly groping hir, enjoying hir, but somehow treating _____’s body with the respect it seemed to crave not just as a herm but as a fluster-y core of femininity. Girl in bold. Girl in all ways. Girl for touching. Girl exhibited.\n\nShi would have melted if shi could.\n\nBriar seemed to notice. After a thorough inspection, shi reached gently for _____’s chin and raised it under a padded finger. _____ couldn’t help but giggle airily, fluttering hir lashes.\n\n“Hhhaaah… mmhh, like that…”\n\nBriar mulled it over. Then shi said: “What about… Big Tits the Boobmew? You like that?”\n\nThe name went through one ear and out the other before Big Tits realized it was hirs now. That was it. No argument. No counter-offer. It slotted into place like it was always meant to be, like it had been waiting for the right combination of syllables to fully articulate the dimensions of hir identity. \n\nIt took hir breath away. Shi then noticed a rumbling coming from her chest, a low vibrating sound too deep to be a hum and too loud to be private. \n\nBriar simply giggled, to Tits’ immediate embarrassment.\n\n[i]God, is that me? Am I doing that? It’s so loud…! I know that sound, that’s—… I’m…[/i]\n\nThe possibility pinkened Tits’ cheeks. The fact it was coming from hir made it personal. Shi felt several emotions crash into each other. Confusion, delight, recognition. Shi was purring. \n\nShi couldn’t help hirself. Shi pressed needily into Briar’s fingers, rubbing them against the grain of hir cheek fur, purring louder and longer. Shi’d been too distracted to really think about things like affirmations, names, gendered qualities, but this kind of attention brought it to the fore. With it came an immediate, physical response, a brimming affection that turned hir into a mess of gender fluids.\n\n[i]That’s me. I’m purring.[/i]\n\n[i]Shi called me a Tits and I’m purring, because.[/i]\n\n[i]Because I’m a boobmew [b]girl[/b]…[/i]\n\nA point of pleasure bloomed in Tits’ hips, spurred by hir acknowledgement. Something tight squeezed in the soft places of hir sex - an oversized prostate, possibly, or something else unique to furry physiology - and a crackle of sensitivity traveled the length of Tits’ firm yet veinless, completely smooth and pink girldick all the way to the cut glans at the very end. Shi lurched into that feeling, holding onto it, holding onto the counter, hir body tense and face tight-\n\nAnd then shi heard a splatter. Tits bit hir lip. Shi heard it smack the underside of the counter, and then slapped the stone and the hardwood lacquer once, twice, three times. Shi felt a clarifying relief wash down her back and pool around her toes, the warmth of freshly dispensed affection, and felt hir bottled up emotions come out as a satisfied sigh.\n\n“G-god.” \n\nIt should have been humiliating. Surely, you’re not supposed to cum in front of people. All over the floor too? \n\nIt didn’t seem to matter. Shi breathed in hir scent, and felt dizzy from it.\n\n“I’m…” Tits stammered, self-conscious. Shi was dizzy with elation. Shi almost laughed. “Purring~...”\n\n Semen pooled around hir feet. Shi came, and on feelings alone no less. Girlspunk had been ejected from hir overactive testicles and was now drooling all over the lobby floor. It stank with sweet notes of a flower bed, of fruits and syrup and lavender, effuse in its smelly texture, and the puddle seeped towards the nearest drain grate like spilled cream. \n\nIt was a lot. Gallons, in fact. Gallons of churned cum now oozing off the siding and filling in an off-white puddle. This was more than shi could have expected, more than hir previous self had ever cum before, at once and at all, and all because hir name sounded pretty.\n\nPart of hir felt a pang of reflexive shame. Another part, still reeling from hir accidental orgasm, felt [i]alive[/i].\n\nIf shi could cum on a hair trigger and feel this good, what would a dedicated JO session feel like? Buried deep in hir fixations and riding waves of pleasure to a toe-clenching conclusion? Better yet, what would sex feel like? Real, actual, honest-to-goodness hyper-on-hyper sex?\n\nThe thought glittered in the back of hir mind.\n\n“Tits it is then~,” said Briar affectionately. Shi winked, and knelt for a rag to wipe the counter down. “Y’all best get started to your room. We’ll get this cleaned up, don’t you worry.”\n\nTits nodded dreamily, barely hearing hir. “Alright, haha…~”\n\n“One more thing, though, before you go - could I get your measurements?”\n\n“My measurements…?”\n\n“S’for your room key, darlin’.”\n\n“OH. Right. Ahh…”\n\nIt took a moment, but Tits remembered. Shi leaned in and whispered. Briar bent down, listened, then nodded and turned back to the board (missing the floor pot again). She took a keychain off the rackboard with a label that matched her cup size. Room 81-JJ.\n\n“Oh, and take a program while you’re at it,” Briar added. \n\nShi gave Tits a pamphlet. Tits took it absentmindedly as shi wandered off in the vague direction of the guest suites, wobbling like a cum-addled compass needle. \n\n“Itinerary starts at 11!”\n\n\n\n\n[center][t]OMNI GROVE PARK INN[/t]\n—— Monday Itinerary —— \n~hosted by the lovely Briar~\n\nHyper || Kink || Culture || Politics || Hobbies\n\n\nNew Guest Orientation \nBriar - Meeting Hall\n11:00-11:15\n—\n-\n\nMorning Aerobics at the Pool, followed by communal shower \nIngrid the Orca - Main Pool\n11:00 - 11:45\n—\n-\n\nContinental Brunch\nEnglish Breakfast - Dining Hall West\n 12:00-12:30 for 10-20ft, 12:30-1:00 for 20ft and up\n—\n-\n\nFreestyle!\n—\nDickmeasuring Contest - Buck Callaway (Room 102; 1:00-2:30)\n-\nAnh Minh’s Birdwatching Club - Anh Minh (North Gazebo; 1:15-3:15)\n-\nSeminar: Transformation Literature and Workshop - Abigail Linh (Heritage Ballroom; 1:00-2:50)\n-\nHike Through the Hills - Briar (Assembling in the lobby; 1:15-4:30)\n-\nMacro Monday: An Introduction to Sizeplay - Dragon Princess Chloe (Rear Lawn; 1:00-2:15)\n-\nTesticular Yoga - Instructor Sylvie Fluffbottom (Ballroom 1; 1:30 - 3:30)\n-\nEnjoying and Becoming Pregnant Women - Hana the Fox (Ballroom 2; 1:45 - 3:30)\n-\nTransition QnA and Workshop - Multiple (Ballroom 3; 1:30-3:30)\n-\nArt Trade Symposium - Violet Skunk (Ballroom 4: 1:45-3:30)\n-\nNonbinary Expression Through Condoms and Jerseys - Raine the Doebuck (Ballroom 6; 2:00-3:00)\n-\nDoug Winger Appreciation Hour - Franziska Westminster (Ballroom 1; 3:30-4:30)\n-\nSculpting with Gideon - Gideon (Ballroom 2: 3:30-4:30)\n-\nThe Grand Opera Holodeck Dating Environment - Duchess de Balzac (Sammons Wing lobby; 1:00 - 4:00)\n-\nProgressive Action Organizing - Representative Patricia Saurass (NC-12) (Rockefeller Solarium; 1:00-3:00)\n-\nAfternoon Tea Time - Franziska Westminster (Rockefeller Solarium; 3:30-6:00)\n-\nSkinny Dipping in the New River - Briar (New River Pier - 5:00-6:00) \n-\nAnime Club Movie: Revolutionary Girl Utena - (Cinema 3; 2:00-4:00)\n-\nAnime Club Watches: First Four Episodes of Dandadan - (Cinema 3;4:00-6:00)\n—\n-\n\n \nDinner\nVegas Buffet - Dining Hall East\n6:00-7:00 for 10-20ft, 6:30-7:30 for 20ft and up.\n—\n-\n\nDJ Mixer\nTetzlcoatl - Vanderbilt Wing\n7:00 to 12:00\nAll Genders Welcome\n—\n-\n\nSpeakeasy Holodeck Dating Environment \nDuchess de Balzac (Sammons Wing lobby; 8:00 - 12:00)\n—\n-\n\nAll Day Facilities\n(open all hours and maintained continuously by Inn staff)\n—\nOpen Spa - Spa Building\n-\nOpen Gym - Vanderbilt Wing Gymnasium\n-\nOpen Arcade - Sammons Rhododendron Suite\n-\nCommunity Stage\n-\nCommunity Swimming Pool\n-\nFree Projectors - Cinemas 1, 2 and 4\n-\nMacro-Friendly Golf Facility\n(back/front 9 or 18 holes)\n-\nDrawing Room § \n-\nGrand Library with Private Rooms\n-\nThe Winged Lion’s Tailory and Alterations Market*§ \n-\nSnao’s GRO+ Injection Counter*§ \n-\nCafe Cicero Coffee Bar*\n-\nThe Topline @ Omni Grove Park Restaurant and Grill*\n(kosher, halal, vegetarian, vegan and keto options included!)\n-\nSunset Cocktail Bar*\n—\n-\n*room service applicable\n§ all transformations temporary OR permanent on request[/center]\n\n\n\nThe Omni Grove catered to an exclusive clientèle. Within that narrow slice of the population, however, lay a broad milieu of shapes, colors, sights and smells unique in every respect. Hundreds of different orientations, genders, plumbing configurations and aesthetic preferences, scaled or furred or finned, expressed themselves inside its halls, breasted and cocked. There were too many to count. \n\nTits found hirself in the middle of it. Shi drifted under looming shadows that giggled shortly afterward at hir gaping mouth. \n\n“Hey sweetie!”\n\n“Wow, shi’s floating~”\n\n“Ohhh, hir tail is adorable~!! Look at it go!”\n\n“Pretty parade balloon…”\n\nShi had gotten lost on hir way to hir room. Normally, this would have been the point to ask the other patrons of the hotel where to find room ‘holy fucking shit you’re huge,’ but Tits had trouble focusing. Doors were open, patrons were chatting. The halls went on in every direction, and in every direction there was dick.\n\n“Where… I’m… sorry, I have to… um…”\n\nShi tip-toed underneath the chest of a hyena pornstar standing in front of her room, clad in a leather jacket and smoking an E-cig. Her collar, barely visible past her underboob, identified her as ‘SPIKE.’ She chuckled darkly upon seeing Tits come out from underneath her and mussed up hir headfur with a plump paw. Then she muttered something saucy enough to make hir heart want to explode. \n\n“THAT’S OKAY. MAYBE LATER???”\n\n“Anytime.”\n\nShi scurried off to chortles and laughter from the other obscenely gendered furs. It was always someone’s first time at the Omni Grove Inn.\n\nThe patrons were staggering. Briar set the standard, but what Tits saw here was beyond words. The surgical team at the Omni Grove had done a good job of bringing out the energy that made furry art eclectic, finding novel ways to represent line thickness, color grading and proportionality in a reality that rejected both out of hand. It shouldn’t have been possible with current medical science, and yet it hung plumply in front of hir face. Styles ranged wildly from the unwaveringly realistic therian ideal to classic cartoons, storybook fable creatures, Maid Marian foxes, Baloo bears, renaissance Disney-alikes, pocket monster watercolors in various degrees of ferality, Mobians, album cover creatures, chakat taurs, modern OCs pulled from lush reference sheets, and e621 sex gods puffing on cigars and wearing leather belt loops loaded with wrapped condoms and holstered sex toys. The unfiltered gamut of expression, anywhere and everywhere, encompassing the vast extent of the furry community, and it was all right in front of hir.\n\nShi recognized almost every style. There was a Doug Winger fur for every Pawberry and Volkenfox. A Gideon stud or Jollyjack amazon for each Robertge shortstack, chatting conversationally while their nuts dragged on the floor. \n\nHow exactly shi was familiar with furry artists eluded hir, but it seemed silly in retrospect. Shi came to a furry spa. Of course shi would be one. Of course it’d cater to gigantic representations of themselves.\n\nAnd those representations breasted together boobily. There was hardly a body without boobs. Some sported pornstar falses, swollen like balloons with silicon pumps. Some had natural perk jutting out five feet forward and five feet across, lighter than air. Some were almost pecs, flat moobs rippling with muscle or sagging with fat, blessed with tender nipples in colors complimentary to their flesh. Some had piercings. Some were obscenely natural. Some had a pleasant, exaggerated sag that drew the eye to shiny, dimpling mom bellies and firm dad guts, riven by treasure trails. Some were degrees smaller than the child-bearing hips and round cheeks marking out greatly exaggerated pear and apple figures. They fondled their fat packages without much shame, sizes graded seemingly by the owner’s particular gender preference, where the intricacies of length, softness and inherent aura decided pronouns at a glance. Clothing seemed optional. Shi could find any combination of lace thong, panties, briefs, skirts, shorts, dresses, bath towels, and jeans, whose shafts implied themselves through subtle shading or blatantly stressed bulges, or were simply left hanging out, gratuitously self-evident, in order to soak up admiration and preface a date to a white dinner.\n\nIt was the speciation among sex organs that truly fascinated Tits, for understandable reasons. There were plenty of species here. Everywhere shi looked, shi found new endowments to gawk. A few were at eye level, some below, most far above. Fifteen feet tall put you on the smaller end of the pack. There were big jock cocks and little princess penises tied off with ribbons. There were girldicks and man-clits, bristling with pubic fur. There were demure chastity cages and chunky, swaggering cock rings. There were scrotums in black lace nutbras and garterbelted penises dressed to intimidate. There were puffy sheaths rimmed with plush fur, built like satin pillows with a surprise inside, and thigh-filling dragon testicles painted with striped scales. All kinds led seamlessly to a second mound behind their initial taint where a mons sat, labia and clitorises proudly ensconced, as loose or as tight or as thick as desired, a reflection of the loose liminal boundaries of sex and gender.\n\nNo one seemed bothered by it. No one seemed self-conscious of their overt sexuality, or if they did they hid it very well. Guests moved between their assigned hotel rooms and the rolling coffee bar, flirting with one another, confident in themselves, openly lusty and touching each other. They complimented their penises, bared their breasts, and touched each other and themselves. There was commotion over ‘the new girl’ but beyond that, life went on like they’d never been human.\n\nThe thought rang in her ears. Never been human. Formerly human. No longer human. \n\nThere was only one thing they could be. Themselves.\n\nTits’ brain rejected this conclusion, in spite of (seriously) compelling evidence, though that was less out of obstinance and more from sheer overstimulation.\n\nShi had to find hir room.\n\nBusty anthros heckled hir from either side.\n\n“Hey girrrl! Love those cans you got there!”\n\n“Feels good to be naked, huh?”\n\n“Look, hir penis is hard.”\n\n“Someone lose a stray balloon~?”\n\nTits blushed furiously, drifting past them at a slow, levitating crawl as if shi were doggy-paddling through the air. Ignore it. Smile and wave. Please don’t paint the floor again. Hir penis felt like a rudder, ragingly stiff and pointing straight down toward the floor.\n\n“Isn’t shi the new girl?”\n\n“YES! Shi came in this morning. You know, shi flooded the drains in the lobby. Such a fertile little pocket monster.”\n\n“See how shi squirmed when you called hir girl?”\n\n“Oh, I KNOW. It’s adorable.”\n\nA shiver of gender euphoria prickled down hir back and up hir length. They found hir adorable. Spent spunk dribbled out of hir cumslit and landed between hir feet, the product of a far faster refractory period than hir mind was prepared to deal with.\n\n“H-hi please, um.” Hir keycard floated, orbiting around hir, hir mind psychically fidgeting with it.\n\n“It’s your bra-size, honeybear,” said a bottom-heavy apatosaurus Tits had to crane hir neck to make eye contact with. The rest of her was a horny blur. “You’re in the hundreds!”\n\n“Right! Right, ahh.”\n\nShi cupped hir tits, trying to remember the number Briar gave hir. Siiiiiize… mmh, 80? 83?\n\n81! That’s it.\n\nTits ducked for the stairs and went up a flight. The room numbers ascended the smaller your cup size, which made sense if you didn’t think about it.\n\nWith some luck, shi squeezed between two chatty zebras at the top of the stairwell, ducking under the arch of their frotting marecocks, and pressed hir keycard to the reader. After a short pause, the lock clicked and shi pushed her way through hip-first and slammed the door behind hir.\n\n“AHH. Hoo. F-finally…”\n\nThe sound from outside softened to a low hum. Tits slid down to the floor and tried to ignore how big of a grin shi had on hir face.\n\n“It’s so much…” Tits muttered. “This place is…” Shi considered several words. ‘Beautiful’ was too much to concede, ‘big’ was too obvious, and ‘strange’ felt presumptuous. Eventually, shi decided on: “Interesting.”\n\nShi picked hirself up, feet sinking slightly in pristine carpet. The room afforded to Tits for hir stay was expansive, big enough for Tits to wonder if shi overpaid. A California king bed sat in the middle, really more of a prince even at hyper sizes, with a Cherokee nations quilt spread across it and a Goodwin Weavers cotton throw folded at the foot. Hir suitcase was there, and what shi recognized to be hir human clothes, dry-cleaned and scaled up massively. Around the room, wide curtained windows let the mountains in, giving hir a scenic view of the rolling hills around the resort and the valley around it - small by hir standards, but then shi’d dominate any main street like this. There was a flatscreen set on top of a dresser drawer, no telling how many LCD cells were in that, but it was one of the only modern appliances among the retro standing lamps, an oak desk, three separate upholstered day chairs and what looked, funnily enough, like a typewriter mount. These days, the holes were taken up by USB ports and charging stations. \n\nAll of it was size appropriate.\n\nTits peered around, unsure how they scaled the building materials up, or how they got hir size right, but they did it. By volume, hir room was probably the size of a small tennis court, but it felt snug and cozy, just big enough to stay in. It looked functionally indistinguishable from your average above-rate room at a rustic local inn, if you didn’t count the tiny service doors built in the walls and Tits didn’t, though shi did worry about seeing a busty duende in the middle of the night.\n\nShi looked in the bathroom and groped for a light switch. When shi found it, compact fluorescent bulbs lit up above the marble sink and cast the toilet and double-shower in cool white light. Just above the cistern, what Tits initially thought was a condom dispenser turned out to be an intricate vacuum tube system with a keyboard on the side, a track pad and a mini-LCD screen which identified it as the ‘TOILETRY AND SEX TOY FABRICATOR.’\n\nShi decided to leave it alone.\n\nTits turned the faucet and splashed hir face a few times. In the mirror, hir new Mew features glistened like they were real.\n\nBecause shi was real.\n\nAll of this was real.\n\nBut try telling that to Tits’ inner monologue. The person inside Tits - if there was much of a difference between a furry and their fursona, let’s call them the ‘human’ in this metaphysical relationship - was still catching up. They were still making sense of the past few hours, the way humans make sense of things. You couldn’t blame them necessarily. This was the combined effort of hir nervous system and the kinesthetic ghost underneath, things doctors couldn’t touch with a scalpel or whatever they used to make hir dreams come true. \n\nPut another way, you could call it ontological inertia. Years of living in a world without hyper furs created certain expectations. It made you cautious. This new, loud, overbearing world, this loud, sensitive body - they didn’t make sense to someone used to the mundane, the routine, the antidote to fantasy. Hir human sensibilities simply didn’t know what to do with it all. The Inn had been increased in size in order to translate spatial relationships into a way shi could understand, but there was still a sense of gravity missing, a fundamental lack of consequence. \n\n Shi didn’t have a clear idea of what shi looked like before due to the anesthetics, more a suspicion, but chances were shi didn’t look this… no, not perfect. Don’t use that word or you’ll make it true. No, shi didn’t look this emphasized. It stood to reason that shi had to be more normal, as much as reason wanted to sit back down and let this be right. The catlike triangle face and the pointed ears and the thin waist and the long tapered tail between her, all that - those weren't supposed to be there. None of this was supposed to be there.\n\nSo what [i]was[/i] supposed to be there?\n\nThe human drew a blank. It wasn’t hir fault. There was a void where hir mundane humanity should have been, which felt way too exciting to be normal. Hir breath caught in hir throat, taking hirself in. Hir former self wasn’t pretty. Wasn’t [b]big[/b]. Remembering it would only be a downer. No, the face presented to the mirror, drawn eyes pink and bright, was hir only reference point, the fixed point in hir local universe.\n\nWhat a time to have an existential crisis. It was a mild one thankfully, and for all its gripes, it didn’t scream, or throw a fit, or assert adamantly this isn’t me, because it remembered hir sketches. It remembered drawing this face on a tablet, this button nose, these eyes, these pointed ears, this round pink head with innocent, friendly shapes.\n\nShi gripped the sink bowl, suppressing a low, throaty moan in the back of hir throat.\n\nProbably the most obvious part of this arrangement, especially with a sumptuous shiver rippling through hir system ([i]not human, no longer human, never human, why am I so turned on right now[/i]) though was that it felt good. \n\nAlarmingly good.\n\nIt was like shi somehow slipped into a better version of hirself’s shoes. The limits were gone. Hir wistful daydreams were standing there, right in front of hir with an expectant smile, as if giving hir permission to abandon hir responsibilities to hir old life and explore this body as much as shi wanted.\n\nSo shi did.\n\nHir hands ran down hir face and neck, ruffling down to the grain of hir fur. Shi swept them down hir neck, over the clavicle, and around the expansive sides of hir pink breasts, and lifted them up to the mirror for inspection. They blocked the bottom third completely. Shi then let them drop, and they audibly bwoomped back into shape, gaining visible slosh for the brief moment shi expected to see it, and then settling back into their perfect hyper perk seconds later when hir latent psychic abilities asserted themselves again. The nipples on the ends went rigid, tingling with promise. \n\nShi didn’t realize how long shi’d been staring until shi noticed milk lines trickling into the sink.\n\n“They’re so…” shi said dreamily. “I mean, they’re mine. They’re whatever I want to call them, right…?”\n\nYes, ‘tits’ described them perfectly. Tits grinned at hirself. Tits. Huge, pastel pink pillows. Boobs so many times bigger than hir head, they had separate zipcodes. Imagine what they’d look like in lace, or stuffed in a giant onesie, or covered in semen.\n\nHir human side rankled. It wasn’t comfortable with all this Mewboob business, especially those wandering thoughts. It said ‘that’s not possible,’ and ‘that shouldn’t happen, physics shouldn’t work like that,’ and ‘you’re too big’ in urging tones. The counterargument was a crashing wake of positive affirmation, hitting hir at mach yes.\n\nAnd then hir penis! Gods, hir girldick. Shi cupped hir hands around the base and stroked reverently, proud of how it came out. A reciprocal shiver made hir toes curl. There was still some girlcum stuck to hir glans, which was flared more like a normal girlcock instead of the nearest anthro equivalent, barbed or otherwise. No extra features marred its smooth, flawless outline. An aerodynamic penis for a big, floating girl.\n\n“Penis.” Shi said aloud, blushing but feeling a shudder of gender tickles. “Girlcock.”\n\nGirlcock. The word insisted upon itself. Girlcock. Every time Tits looked at hir gigantic sex, the gender seemed self-evident, core to its presentation in some way shi couldn’t quite see. It looked girly. It sounded girly. Really, it felt girly, like hir womanhood deserved obscene silk lingerie and chocolates. The scent was undeniably femme, clinging to hir pubic fur like perfume. It evoked strong feelings, elation, a titter in hir chest, the urge to pick out a dress and kick hir feet, in ways a male dick or even an enby dick couldn’t (however you quantified them). \n\nWas it the Mew attached to hir? Was it the overall image? Or was it just hirself? Shi couldn’t say. All shi knew was that the scrotum to the smooth pink shaft to the frenulum and the perfectly heart-shaped head now currently pressed against the cabinets underneath the sink, half-erect and fully eager, could only be feminine and could only belong to hir.\n\nThe thought teased hir. Shi saw hirself bunch up, that bashful look on hir face. As if the idea of a penis being feminine was that hard to grasp. It was quite easy to grasp actually. Shi was doing it right now.\n\nMilky beads dripped from hir slit. The droplets oozed towards one of the floor drains, as rich and virile as ever. Shi noticed that thinking about not being human anymore made the turgid girlshaft firm up. Tits indulged the feeling, taking a breath that made hir breasts rise and sink.\n\n“No longer human. Former human.”\n\nHir voice echoed back to hir off the bathroom walls, quietly eager. Shi felt hir ears buzz, and hir skin prickle with another wave of goosebumps, tickling hir pores bottom to top. Hir girlcock was especially interested. It wobbled slightly in hir hands and left a streak on the paneling, threatening to go fully erect.\n\nThat should have been concerning. The humanity part, not the girlcock part. No trouble there. Shi had been a human, right? Right?\n\nShe/her, after a fashion.\n\n[i](He/him could have been right too but that was too overwhelming to think about.)[/i]\n\nBut shi couldn’t be sure. That was the trouble. Shi didn’t know. Hir long-term memory was checked out at the moment. Humanity though, that felt like it had to be foundational. Shi might have not enjoyed being human, but surely, surely hir anxiety had a reason to be worked up about this. Shi should have been rifling through hir belongings right now, looking through hir photo roll for someone who fit that person-shaped shadow in hir self image, trying to piece together a line back to personhood, but the motivation simply wasn’t there. Shi was staring at hirself, with a mix of awe and wonder, and at the generous possibilities of hir stacked cleavage. Shi looked like a pure expression of sexuality. Object and subject of hir lusts, gender-fluid and high femme. A walking contradiction only possible with furry art. \n\nAnd not a scrap of humanity anywhere.\n\n“I’m…”\n\nShi licked hir lips nervously Shi ran a hand through hir thigh fur, following it to the edge past the width of hir shoulder, and struggled to imagine life without fuck-me-hips. \n\nThat’d mean life at the scale of the doctors. Life without hir namesake. Shi couldn’t conjure it.\n\n“… I’m… me…”\n\nThat’s it. Those were the words shi needed right now. Me. This is me. There is no other me but me, and the me in front of me is a boobmew named Tits. That name was a godsend. Shi had to thank Briar later because wow, it fit hir identity like a key. ‘Tits’ cut through so many layers of narrative, the story shi told about hirself, and went straight to the core. It described hir unflinchingly, unflatteringly, what shi really was underneath. It didn’t matter what it was before. It didn’t matter who - or what - shi was before, because shi transcended those limitations. ‘Tits’ came out the other side, shedding hir old self’s learned defenses and bodily compromises for a pure, incandescent core.\n\nTits glowed with femininity. Every part of hir, every ounce of hir. Girl and femme and femme and girl.\n\n“I’m… I’m Tits…”\n\nHir chest swelled with emotion, and then something else swelled between hir legs. Shi knew what it was. Shi couldn’t stop it if shi tried. \n\n“I’m… TIIIITS~…”\n\nShi bent forward, widening hir stance and hissing through clenched teeth. Hir boobs spilled into the porcelain sink bowl, overflowing either side with nips sticking straight up. Hir ass hiked up as much as it could with wobbly knees and clenching girlnuts, tail shooting to attention. The tremor of gender became a roar in hir ears, spots and flashes in hir eyes, and the wonderful tension in hir hips closed like a knot. \n\n“Not hhhhuman… hhhahh… I-I’m… ahhh~…”\n\nHir eyes lidded. All over, everywhere and everything became a white hot point of feminine enlightenment.\n\n“TITS!”\n\nHir cock, which up to this point had been shaking like a giant pink tentpole, discharged. Cum sprayed from the distended slit, covering the cabinet doors. Shi felt backwash roll past hir ankles. Shi heard it hit the wallpaper behind hir and the tub, and the loud gurgle of backed up testicle pipes push through rope after rope at high pressure like an open fire hydrant. Tits’ mind was somewhere else, gone, washed out with the rest of hir senses. This was different from hir accidental orgasm in front of Briar. It snuck up on hir then, hit and ran like a bandit when shi came down. This felt like shi’d never come down, like shi’d have to spend hours cumming before it stopped.\n\nHir hands grabbed each side of hir penis. No - hir hands were elsewhere, a glowing aura of pink psychic power encircling hir girlcock like an onahole. Shi slid forward, bent double, quivering, convulsing, wracked with pleasure. Hir nipples hardened mightily, stiffening with a slight curve as a double knot of pressure in each boob squeezed tight and pumped raw feeling through to the tips until it crested, and hot milk splattered the mirror, the marble counter, and the outlets for good measure.\n\n“DON’T (MMGHH) STOP…!”\n\nSeismic quakes of gender euphoria fogged hir brain. Clenched fingers dug holes in the counter surface, riddled with cracks, which only served to remind hir how powerful shi’d become, how height and latent psychic power were part of gender too, and the cycle started all over again.\n\nShi stroked and squeezed. Hir mind pumped up and down, telekinetically milking hirself. The drains in the hotel bathroom burbled, but they were too slow to keep hir bottomless capacity from spilling into the suite and forming a warm puddle engulfing hir feet. \n\nThen and only then did hir body begin to relax.\n\n“Hooo… oouughhh, goodness. Note to self, don’t do that too often… or if you’re going to do it, pick a private place first.”\n\n‘Fuck that’ said hir nervous system bluntly. ‘Let them see me. Let them see how much of a girl I am…’ \n\nIt was already eager to run it back. Hir girldick, hanging roughly half-mast, shivered with tiny aftershocks, ready to go again. Tits bit hir lip, and resisted temptation. \n\nIt might have been minutes. It felt like hours. Hir senses eventually went back to normal. Tits panted heavily, coming back to hirself lingering in the fog of her own sweet-smelling cumfunk, which had a pleasant vanilla base and intoxicating notes of chamomile. The smell filled the bathroom and gradually smothered the Febreeze mountain pine scent mister in the power socket until shi couldn’t sense it anymore, and shi had a nose for that sort of thing. \n\nTits stood up unsteadily, feet splashing in excess. Hir fur shined with perspiration. Hir assets bounced slowly, generously, and settled again to hir immediate delight. Without thinking, hir back end lifted, and shi was once again floating in midair, assuming a lazy doggy-paddle position.\n\n“Wow,” said Tits, lacking anything else to add. Passion made a lump in her throat. “W-wow…~”\n\nMaybe hir opinion would change later. Maybe shi’d reconsider, and the novelty would’ve worn off. But simply by pursing hir lips and clicking the T in ‘Tits,’ shi took all the built up angst clogging hir system and just let it go.\n\nAll over the shop. Tits blushed furiously, looking down at the two-toned puddle where cum and milk mixed in a heady-smelling soup.\n\nShi remembered there was a hotel around hir. That could probably wait, at least a little while. If shi was already overstimulated, imagine what it must feel like out there.\n\nShi could still hear it through the walls, now that hir ears weren’t full. Flirty conversations came through every now and then, mixed with the indefinite presence of easy-listening music and mid-century Colombian cumbria, not piped in but authentically echoing through the halls. If the schedule said anything, the Omni Grove was always like this. Always busy, always sex forward, always erotic. \n\nTits took it out and read it again, then checked hir phone. The display said 11:14. Morning swimming exercises were already underway. That explained all the bikinis and speedos out. \n\nWell good luck with that, shi thought. \n\n“I’ll just.” Shi paused, searching for a complimentary towel that hadn’t been soaked through. “I’ll stay here. Yeah. The drains’ll clean this up. I’ll just order some room service and turn the TV on, play with my boobs a little.” That didn’t feel right. Shi tried again. “Achem. My gushing girltits. My giant, jiggling blimps. Hhoo, yeah. Okay, much better. What was I saying? Right, um. Staying in. Maybe we could interrogate my inner thoughts a little, and maybe poke our head out. No rush. Let’s just take this one tiny paw at a time…”\n\nShi smirked at the paw mention, and the fact nothing about hir was tiny except hir snatched waist, but overall it didn’t sound a promising start. Shi still had a lot to learn, though, so taking the prudent approach felt reasonable. But was anything here meant to be reasonable? Wasn’t shi supposed to be mingling? Seeing what the hotel had to offer?\n\nBefore shi could answer that, shi heard a knock at the door. \n\nTits ducked out of the bathroom. Was that guest staff? Shi cupped hir snout, wracking hir brain for an excuse. “Busy!”\n\n“It’s your neighbor! I heard you screaming about Tits across the hall! I think that’s hot.”\n\nThe voice on the other side had a proud, husky quality, instantly girlish but with a dash of Brooklynite in the accent. Tits’ face turned completely red.\n\n“Yeah, that was me…” shi admitted.\n\n“You got a minute? I was ‘boutta head down to the pool and realized I didn’t have a partner.”\n\nPart of Tits wanted to say no. Fortunately, it wasn’t a large part. Shi floated over, flicked the lock on the door handle and cautiously pulled it open.\n\nHir vision was filled with dogboobs.\n\n“Hey tiny. You look like you had a good time in there, hun, holy shit.”\n\nSmaller details filtered in between mammoth jiggles and tight-sounding creaks from a deeply taxed bikini top. Cool lavender undercoat. Furry poms wrapped around slender wrists. An updo, thickly moussed. A long snout ending in a dignified black nose. A full mane of blue fur plunging into her (and it definitely was her) pillowy cleavage wrapped around each shoulder like a mink boa. She looked like a cover model for an alternate reality where poodles ruled the world, and Oliver & Company got a warmer reception. Specifically, she looked like one of those indolent yuppies living in a New York penthouse, equal parts 80s sleeze and consumerism, wrapped in a callous smirk made for soaking up luxury. She was also 21 or 22 feet tall, and had a panty-defeating sheath aimed right at Tits’ face.\n\n“Uhh.”\n\nHir heart pounded.\n\nGod, what if—\n\nWow, that thing is—\n\nWow.\n\nHer bottoms did their best to make it look decent. They really tried. But the fuzzy ring pressed sluttily over the top of the elastic band, thick as a travel pillow and probably more comfortable. The straps were way too small to prevent her girltesticles (categorically gendered; they were downright demure compared to some of the monsters Tits saw on the way here) from hanging from either side and spilling into her lap, seamlessly plump and fully firm. To call them scanty would have been an insult to microthongs. And that was with those absolute knockers hanging overhead, several letters lower on the cup chart than Tits’s on a good day.\n\nIt’d only take a minute. Just peel her underwear down, make out with it. \n\nWho’s going to stop you?\n\nTits shook the thought out of hir head before it had time to root. Shi stared up at hir neighbor, who was having a great time taking up the doorframe.\n\n“Hi,” shi said, barely choking it out. “I-I’m Tits.”\n\nHir neighbor gave hir a toothy grin. “I heard. Hi Tits.”\n\n“Hi.”\n\nShe offered a heavily manicured paw. “Franziscka Westminster. I’m gorgeous.”\n\nTits looked at it and shook. “I can see that.”\n\n“I bet you can, pretty girl.”\n\nThe paw slipped seamlessly out of Tits’ hand and cupped hir chin, tilting it slightly. Tits inclined hir head to match, flustered in record time by this casual display of ownership.\n\n“You gotta last name, you busty little thing?”\n\n“No uhh. No?”\n\nTits breathed sharply, and giggled, already lightheaded again. Shi was practically on the balls of hir feet. “I-i-it’s just Big Tits the Boobmew.”\n\n“This fine with you by the way, Big Tits the Boobmew?”\n\nTits blinked. “What?”\n\n“Man-handling you. I run this bitch, and your penis is hard, but it’s important to ask for consent, y’know?”\n\nTits nodded quickly. “Y-yes, this is fine! You’re pretty. You’re really pretty. Y-you’ve got a big girlcock.”\n\nFranziscka fluttered her lavish eyelashes. They glittered with overdone eyeshadow. “Thank you! You’re not bad yourself. Not as pretty as moi, let’s not get carried away, but you’re an adorable plus one. Like I said, I run this bitch. Nine years running, nine years fucking, regular guest. Still haven’t chipped a nail.”\n\nOhhh, that confidence. Tits basked in it, almost jealous of how easily vanity came to her. Shi could just imagine a cigarette holder in one paw, fuming softly, spoiled rotten in every way.\n\n“I was… just…”\n\nFranziskca raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Just what? Go on, girl, spit it out. Cum already, for christ’s sake.”\n\nHaahh, that tickled something, Tits sucked in a gasp and forced hirself to stay under control. “… this is my first day. I’m a little overwhelmed, to be honest with you. So I. I’m staying in for the first day.”\n\nFranziscka tilted her head, ear raised. She leaned down to Tits’ level, until hir chin sat at the start of her pillow trench.\n\nThere was one thought going through Tits’ head at the moment. It was monosyllabic. \n\n[i]aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—[/i]\n\n“… respectfully,” said Franziscka, eying Tits like her next trophy girlfriend. “I decline.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“You’re coming with me, Boobs.”\n\nYes! “Wait, but—”\n\nTits squirmed in Franziscka’s grip, unable and not really wanting to get out of it. The poodle sighed theatrically.\n\n“You’re not going to get a taste of paradise stuffed up in your room, girlfriend. Get out, come on! We got water pilates and shawarma, and look at you, absolutely famished!”\n\n“Well I did cum twice in the span of thirty minutes…” Tits conceded. Shi glanced back, looking at the accident shi left in the bathroom. “I do need breakfast.”\n\nFranziscka made an obscene gesture with her padded thumb and forefinger and throttled an imaginary dick in front of her mouth. “Same. We could both use a pick-me-up. Once they see you with me--”\n\n“They?”\n\n“The boys,” said Franziscka offhandedly.\n\nTits’ heart stoked like a furnace.\n\n“Boys?”\n\n“Boys, girls, girlboys, boygirls, transvestites and transsexuals, enbies and thembies, queens and kings, studmuffins and plain old studs - doesn’t matter. Anyone who’ll paint your tits white. I mention boys because you look like the kinda girl who digs hyper-exaggerated gender roles.”\n\nTits felt gravity become a little more optional again. Shi rubbed hir arm, trying not to look like a complete mess. “Wow. Read me like a book, huh…”\n\nThe poodle thumbed up towards her forehead. “You were projecting your thoughts a little, too. I started seeing big, jiggling pink boobs in my head and figured something was up.”\n\nHir face flushed scarlet and shi let out a little gasp. “W-was I…?!”\n\nFranziscka laughed. “Don’t tell me you forgot you were a Psychic-type…”\n\nTits flicked hir ears back, curling hir tail around hirself apologetically. “Maybe.”\n\n“Well hey! Don’t sweat it. That just makes you special… and honestly, broadcasting ambient horny is kind of hot.” Franziscka thought for a moment, then grinned. “Hey, if you’re a Pokemon, maybe you need a Trainer for the day. What do you think? You’re my property, and property gets special treatment. Bukkake facials and dates at the pedi spa~.”\n\nFranziscka winked, in case shi couldn’t tell this was an act. Tits could, but shi appreciated the candor. \n\n“We’ll get you a swimsuit at the pool, see how you like it out there. Aren’t I generous?”\n\n“You are, but—…”\n\n“But what, honey? What do your fat fucking tits crave right now?”\n\nTits squeezed hir tail to hir chest. Was shi really about to give in that easily? Let this stranger lead hir around and talk about hir body like shi owned it? Hir heart said yes and hir head also said yes. Really, the only dissenting vote was hir self-conscious anxiety, which felt prudish by comparison. \n\nShi took heart. Franziscka mentioned the pool. Shi wouldn’t be the only one there. Shi counted almost a hundred guests around the suites, give or take, so shi was bound to run into other furs there, at lunch, even over the course of that frankly staggering itinerary Briar grave hir.\n\nMaybe this was what shi needed after all. Yeah. A good push would do hir good, get hir out of hir comfort zone and into hir- well, hir comfort zone. If shi had any familiarity with Furaffinity, and could identify so many furry artists by their style, then this was hir scene, hir world. It made sense to be adventurous, or as adventurous as hir brain wanted to be before it needed a break from all the noise.\n\nWhen shi put it that way, the commitment almost felt manageable.\n\nShi tiptoed towards the hallway. Shi tiptoed a little more, and a little more, until shi was out of her room and Franziscka was standing next to hir with the biggest snout-splitting grin, dogcock beginning to peek from its sheath.\n\n“Now,” said Franziska, making a conscious effort to dominate sightlines and loom appropriately. “You got your key? You’re not getting your hooters locked out of your room on my watch, jigglekitten.”\n\nTits looked down into hir boobs, where shi’d left it. Shi reached in, plucked it out and showed her the keycard Briar gave hir. “Yep! It’s this one, right?”\n\nFranziscka’s eyes sparkled. “Marvelous!”\n\nShe clapped her hands together, and hip-checked the door. It slammed into the frame so hard the hinges rattled.\n\n“Let’s give you the tour!”\n\n\n\nOnce they were out of the residential suites, the atmosphere grew warm again. The glow of the Omni Grove touched everywhere and everything, creating a singular ambiance that was somehow wholesome, liberating, flirty and pin-me-to-the-wall-and-breed-me-stupid horny at the same time. It did it without losing the core of its identity, the sense of space and character afforded by an alpine-Appalachian luxury hotel, reclaimed from history and furnished with a fresh coat of spunk for the generation who best stood to inherit it.\n\n“Stick those penises up in the air, folks. I wanna see you raaaaise your legs! That’s it, that’s it! Hold it…! Just like that. Grow with me. Feel your bulges expa-aaaand...”\n\nThe pool was among the more visible luxuries. The Omni Grove’s daily itinerary set time aside every morning for exercise at the Inn’s retrofitted Olympic pool, expanded to meet the occupancy needs of a mid-sized football stadium in a hundred or so hyper furs. This, while not mandatory in its own right, collected enough of the Inn’s guests in one place for the purpose of facilitating encounters. Starting conversations, trading business cards, sucking breasts, teasing each other, groping each other, sharing cigarettes, sunbathing; whichever tickled your fancy. Most furs jumped in the pool to get their calisthenics in for the day, though that wasn’t always or even mostly for the fitness benefits. It was voyeurism, pure and simple, the chance to see and be seen.\n\n“Now roll those shoulders. Thrust out your chest. Work out the kinks in your muscles. Get up on one toe, just one toe. Let your breasts keep you buoyant… Think bigger thoughts. Grow. [i]Grow[/i]…”\n\nTits closed hir eyes and imagined hirself floating in the pool’s competing currents. Shi was rapidly getting used to floating. Hir powers made any exertion a choice, and even in a denser medium like water, things like feedback and sensory texture were largely voluntary.\n\nHir tits did most of the work. They kept hir buoyed, gliding on the pool’s surface like a skimmer. Ingrid, the lifeguard, a powerfully built orca with the embodied majesty of her chosen cetacean, guided the session from her crow’s nest at the deep end, which at fifty feet high was about half as tall as her, give or take. This did not account for her absolute spire of a swimsuit bulge, whose flared glans blocked out the sun and cast a long, phallic shadow over a good chunk of the Inn’s pool, following the lurid curve of her latex-clad cockhead. Rumor around the pool said she was a sensitive, hair-trigger orgasm kind of woman, and whenever you smelled a luscious seabreeze drift in, you can be sure she came a little. The underside of her suit swelled gradually, holding in her spunk like a full-body condom.\n\nAcross the pool, Tits got cat-calls. Bashful whistles and gasps, naked encouragement, a round of applause when hir tits splashed and churned foam. Hir onesie creaked underwater, straining to contain hir enthusiasm which was sandwiched between hir breasts and pushing through them, fountaining out of hir cleavage. At any point, shi could will it to snap. Franziscka told hir about it offhandedly. Every swimsuit at the Inn was made of a patented supernylon, formulated to withstand enormous internal and external pressures. It could grow to any size, stretch as much or as far as deemed necessary, and could fit any number of aesthetic preferences for tasteful nudity, at least until the owner decided it was time for an ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction. Their clothes, then sensing the change in intent, would reduce the slack and give the wearer exactly what they wanted.\n\nSnap. Pop. [i][b]BWOOMP.[/b][/i]\n\nTits wasn’t ready for that level of exposure, decent or not. With that many eyes watching hir, eating hir figure up, shi might cum right there.\n\nThis proved not to be an issue for Franziscka, who let her bikini straps pop at the first sign of attention.\n\n“Oops!” she cooed, not even trying to be subtle about it. “Well now I have to let the girls out to play, don’t I? Haha~…”\n\nShe threw her hair back, then dived and breached the surface, doing her best Baywatch vanity shot. She showered Tits and the swimmers around them in chlorine and cum-smelling water. The scent was too intoxicating to put into words, and the glisten-shine of water droplets on Franziscka’s perfectly round, pornstar dogtits, gleaming in the morning sun, stuck in Tits’ mind long after shi got out and toweled hirself off.\n\n“Wow…”\n\n“Staring’s free, but do pick your jaw off the floor, darling.”\n\nIn the changing room afterward, shi discovered hir bra no longer fit. Shi then discovered to hir blushing shame that hir room number had changed as well, with the number on her room key now 85 instead of 81.\n\n“What…” Tits’ cheeks turned red again.\n\nFranziscka leaned over hir shoulder and tapped the card self-evidently. “Numbers are based on your cup-size,” she said. “It’s dynamic.”\n\n“So what does that mean?”\n\n“I dunno. What do you think it means, Boobs?”\n\nTits sputtered. “I asked you!!”\n\nShi looked down at hir breasts, trying to find where those four extra inches went and only managing to lose hir feet again. They seemed bigger. Shi was pretty sure they were, but shi was also sure swimming in spermy water didn’t cause any mutations. That would have been on the safety policy by the gate.\n\nDid yearning make them grow?\n\n[i]Ohhhh no. No way.[/i]\n\n[i]No freaking way.[/i]\n\nThat couldn’t be it. Yet the truth was there, pinching into hir back, hir bra clasp noticeably tighter than it’d been before shi changed out.\n\nA pang of euphoric jealousy hit. Shi bit hir lip, and a dark spot spread inside her bottoms, leaking like a faucet.\n\nFranziscka whispered. “You’re a natural.”\n\n“I learned it from watching you,” Tits quipped, turning hir head away so the poodle couldn’t see hir stupid, lopsided grin.\n\n“By the way, you have a fanclub waiting outside.”\n\n“Fanclub?”\n\n“Newbies and wallflowers,” said Franziscka, retrieving a blazer from the community 3D-printer and sliding it over her shoulders. “The ten-footers. Give’em a kiss on the way down to brunch, they’ll never stop thanking you.”\n\nTits blinked. Shi had fans?\n\n“… what should I wear?”\n\n“You?” Franziscka examined hir. She felt the boobmew’s curves, running her paws up the sides and cupping hir fantastic namesakes with an appreciable level of care. Their balls knocked together, her tits brushed and pressed into Tits’ back, and in that unexpected moment of intimacy, shi almost let Fran have her way with hir.\n\nInstead, Fran clicked her tongue.\n\n“Nothing. Go naked.”\n\nHer thick fingers squeezed supple, warm titflesh. Tits whined, tail lashing between both their legs. \n\nShi felt the ground disappear beneath hir feet again.\n\n[i]Fuck, she’s got my number. Not again.[/i]\n\nTits kicked idly, trying to maintain a modicum of decency and not float away. Franziscka tittered with transparent pride.\n\n“Damn girl, calm your fuckpuppies. I just said nothing.”\n\n“Nothing… mmphh… that’s not fair…”\n\nShi heard Franziscka titter behind her, and then heard the slow zzzzzip of hir onesie coming off. Her huge pink breasts sagged visibly, before hir powers remembered gravity was a suggestion and lifted them back up. Franziscka tenderly shimmied the rest of Tits’ loaner off, taking her time with it and reprimanding hir for such a silly mistake. \n\n“Tits don’t need bras, do they? Especially BIG ones like yours, with all that comfortable perk and weight. They’re a cum canvas. They need all the attention they can get. Flaunt what you got. Don’t hide it. Be proud, be loud.” \n\nTits couldn’t believe what shi was hearing.\n\n“And clearly, if you wanted to be modest and wear something, you wouldn’t have asked me for an opinion. Floating around at eye level, ass up and penis out, shoving your bits in everyone’s face? Sounds like you’re [i]demanding[/i] this, you busty psychic floozy. So there~.”\n\nTits weighed hir tits gingerly in hir hands, easing off hir psychic abilities to give hirself a better sense of their weight. It made sense. Modesty was a human construct, after all. It was all tied back into those preconceived notions of allure, eroticism, unspoken assumptions. They signified class, embodied desire in meaning, but that meaning was a good deal looser in a world without restrictions, a world where furs could exercise complete control over their sexuality. You didn’t need to wear anything, except what turned you on, or what made you the object of someone else’s attention. Tits knew this deep down, of course, shi suspected as much - but to hear it from Franziscka, phrased as a command, that changed hir perspective. \n\nShi pulled the thread on hir inhibitions just a little bit further. The thought made hir giddy, and shi couldn’t help but give a girlish giggle.\n\n[i]Go naked.[/i] \n\n[i]Let your Tits hang out.[/i]\n\n[i]Your innate femininity.[/i]\n\n[i]Everyone will notice. They can’t not notice you.[/i]\n\n[i]Everyone will look at you and think about you and remember you in god knows how many different poses. The ‘you’ they see and keep with them is a slut, like you, because you know what you are, and the embrasure of meaning through experience is all that matters here.[/i]\n\nTits shuddered. Hir body leaked from multiple holes, responding to the revelation with another hit of satisfaction.\n\nFranziscka cupped under hir chin and pulled hir close, drawing hir snout toward hir enormous dogballs for a breath of courage. “Nothing more feminine than being a big, floating pair of boobs for people to enjoy.”\n\nShi didn’t have to be told twice.\n\n\n\nFrom that point on, Tits was Franziscka’s plus one. As assignments went, it could’ve only gone better if shi had a collar and a leash. There was talk and serious consideration of such, but then they got lunch and met Tits’ new fanclub, and that tabled the conversation in lieu of many, many french kisses and many gropings.\n\n“Mmmh!”\n\n“Take your time with hir!” Franziscka advised between strawberry vodka shots. “Shi’s a delicate slut! Call hir a girl while you’re at it!”\n\n“[i]Franny…![/i]”\n\n“Shi loves it! Look how big hir penis is!”\n\nThere were some initial worries about the logistics of the place. The Inn was organized into four main facilities, five if you counted the lawn, arranged like an upside-down trapezoid. There was the lobby up front, guest suites to the west with a cafeteria campus, the event hall to the east split up like a convention center into several ballrooms, and then the day spa to the north, down a terraced back patio of steps, which had the Inn’s olympic pool. As far as Tits was aware, the Omni Grove had a map, and thus had all the incumbent traits of a place rooted in reality. Square footage, concrete distances, that sort of thing.\n\n“Obviously we’re bigger, but you can only scale up so much before everything starts to feel cramped. I mean, take the lot. It says here the Inn does macro.”\n\n“They do, I’ve seen it.”\n\n“Wouldn’t we run out of space?”\n\n“What’s missing on that map, Blimps?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Look, honey. Check the bottom left corner. By the way, you’re dribbling fuckspunk, and it smells absolutely fragrant. Props to your ref sheet.”\n\nTits checked again. Sure enough, there was a scale at the bottom, except it didn’t have measurements.\n\n“... I don’t get it.”\n\n“How long did it take for us to get to the pool?”\n\n“Five minutes?”\n\n“And how long to get to lunch?”\n\n“... five minutes…”\n\n“So how long would it take to get to ahh… let’s say the convention center.”\n\n“...”\n\n“Five minutes that’s right.”\n\n“That doesn’t make any sense.”\n\nFranziscka wagged a padded finger.\n\n“Think of it this way - remember the pool?”\n\n“I remember it vividly,” said Tits with a dreamy look.\n\n“Did anyone look too tall to tread water?”\n\nTits thought back and tried to remember. Actually, no one was too tall. The water level was always waist high. This despite the fact that guest heights ranged wildly from ten feet to twenty, up to the size of a broadcast tower. \n\n“... How do we fit?”\n\n“We don’t ‘fit’,” Franziscka explained. “The Inn fits around us. See, we’re creative people, all of us. Even the ones who can’t draw have more than enough creativity to wax the floors here. Pop quiz - what’s the Omni Grove’s mission statement?”\n\nTits quickly texted Briar, whose number shi got after a quick run-in by the public breeding station. Shi got a response back instantly.\n\n“It’s ‘we’re here to help you grow into your dreams?’”\n\n“And what’s the consistent thing about dreams?”\n\n“That they don’t play by the rules of cause and effect?”\n\n“Close enough! Everything in the Inn is a five minute walk because that’s what it should feel like. Never too close, never too far. Just enough to give the impression of distance. Not to say we can’t break that distance when we feel like it - obviously we can - but this space is designed to curate our needs first and reality second.”\n\n“Does that mean we’re…”\n\nFran tilted her head. “We’re what?”\n\n“We can be anything? Any size we want to-...”\n\nTits blinked. By just imagining hirself growing bigger, shi made hir chair squeak, and felt her ass cheeks pillow into the corners just that little bit more.\n\nFranziscka gave a knowing grin.\n\n“Careful babe. You grow too fast in here and you’ll break through the roof.”\n\n“OKAY THAT’S NOT FAIR,” Tits squeaked indignantly. Shi turned beet pink. “DON’T PUT THAT IN MY HEAD…”\n\n“Or what? You’ll loom? Shower me in debris? Cover me in your shadow? Please, darling, I know exactly what I’m doing.”\n\nTits whined, but the damage was done, hir penis lurching out from underneath the opposite end of the table to meet Franziscka’s waiting hand. Shi’d be thinking about that all day…\n\n\n\nWhen lunch was over, Franziscka made an offer to guide hir around the event hall. Tits balked at the idea initially, worried she’d already gotten hir fill of the Inn and needed a day with Netflix to cool off, but with a little urging and some badly needed praise, hir nerves eased up a bit. Shi got hir second wind, and once they were in, Fran began to introduce hir to some of the Inn’s colorful residents.\n\nFirst, they found Violet to hear more about the daily activities. Violet was a willowy, navy-hued Doug Winger skunk with flowers in her hair and a bust perpetually at risk of bursting through her top, a particularly colorful and pretty scent cloud trailing behind her like a Looney Tunes bit. The Inn had hired her last fall to do orientation, and they were lucky, since Violet had a way of appealing to every orientation regardless of gender. She spoke flirtatiously, with vigorous scent notes and constant jiggle, and met every quip with a flirty bon mot that made Tits wriggle and flounce in return. Shi got lost in the skunk’s tail, burying hir snout into the striped fur until shi couldn’t see daylight, before Violet had to take off. Something about a hiking trail and covering for Briar at the check-in desk. Tits didn’t quite catch the specifics, too busy appreciating the complex scentplay to think properly.\n\nThey bumped into Patricia Saurass mid-seminar. A transfemme member of the US House of Representatives (NC12), she was part of the politically active side of the community, and Tits caught onto her civilian identity almost immediately. She came to the Omni Grove between congressional sessions and awareness campaigns to unwind with scale rubs and increasingly absurd macro adventures, though Tits wouldn’t have recognized her at all if it weren’t for her connecting the dots. Her towering height as an Apatosaurus made the Inn struggle to create a level medium, moving the convention center’s roof around every time she entered a new ballroom to accommodate for her sixty foot plus stature. She confessed her name was based on a pun she wrote in the 80s that made it into a furry scene, but had become so ubiquitous online and at the Inn that it stuck, and even turned her on.\n\nWhen the seminar concluded, Franziscka tugged Tits into the class next door, dragging the floating cat in by hir penis like a balloon on a string. This turned out to be a testicular yoga class with Sylvie Fluffbottom, who introduced herself warmly. She was a sheep mom with a smooth fuchsia coat and a fetish for bodyswaps as well as yoga sutras applied to often-neglected stress areas, hers being the kegel muscles. Tits’ testicles were full again by now, and so agreed under pressure. Shi found the experience of pulling hirself face first into the Balasana and emptying hir pent-up ballsack incredibly enlightening. \n\n“N-nhhhaaaaahhh~”\n\n“Very good job, Miss Boobmew! Your fo~oooorm is imma~aaaaculate!”\n\nWith hir hips limbered up and the far wall of the yoga studio punctured, Tits left Franziscka’s company and wandered aimlessly. As she’d astutely noted, distance didn’t matter. The movie theaters were next to the arcade which was next to the classrooms and the library, always within a reasonable expectation, although sometimes they were just far enough to give time for a sexy strut between. \n\nOn the way, shi met Tetz(lcoatl), a winged snake covered in religious tattoos and possessing the figure of a fertility idol with an ineffable gender configuration. It/they/she/zer were setting up their DJ booth for the set in front of the main hall that night, but had a moment to talk. They shared stories, some of which Tits adlibbed and some shi remembered from the roleplays shi’d done back home, over Discord and Skype, occasionally F-list. They in turn taught hir many things about the Inn’s services, including what they called an ‘instanced transformation circuit.’ This was a matrix applied to all guests with wifi access, allowing consenting parties among the Inn’s various transformation-oriented subcultures to overwrite each other’s bodies, species, even their minds with full reversion support and consent privileges. It was a pretty tight piece of tech, they had to admit. The staff supported it with venues across the lot that catered to the staples of the genre: ‘magic’ clothing stores, potion kiosks, a GRO+ laboratory, even a laser tag arena with TF ray guns and built-in timers that could simulate permanency.\n\n“All that’s downstairs.”\n\n“Downstairs where…?”\n\n“Downstairs.”\n\n“Uh. I thought it only went upstairs…”\n\n“Chat, shi doesn’t know.”\n\n“???”\n\n“Ah, you’ll find it. Don’t be a stranger. The demiurge thrives on the stillness of spiritual beings, that stupid bitch.”\n\nShi came away with the sneaking suspicion that Tetz was one of the Inn’s bigger TF-heads.\n\nOn a lark, shi went out on the terrace, and met Anh Minh by the sunbathing solarium. Minh was a dusky lory with a wildlife camera for birdwatching from inside, and too much ass stuffed inside a pair of too small khaki shorts, which the techs had engineered to be as tight and visibly ready to burst as feasibly possible. Her tail feathers and bulge made it risky to stand behind her, pressing against the seams from every conceivable angle. This was despite the fact that clothes couldn’t fail without the owner’s permission. Minh didn’t begrudge Tits for that; the strain was intentional. She did tease hir for it, though, and incidentally convinced hir to add much more ass fat to hir already caked up cheeks. Tits loved the way they jutted prodigiously out behind hir like perfect, stapled-on spheres. They appeared even more outrageously fake than most of the actual fakies clapbouncing around.\n\n On a whim, shi went from the terrace to the top floor of the event hall, and met the Duchess de Balzac in a fully realized holodeck chamber. Balzac was an Afghan hound, the indolent, old-money diva to Franziscka’s manhattan yuppie princess, and she bathed in the lap of luxury every day. She smoked from a cigarette holder, wore long gloves and silk ball bras, and spoke with an accent thicker than her already significant testicles, bigger than Tits’ tits in every sense of the word. She pulled Tits through several scenes with her clique of turn-of-the-century otakus and romantics - opera houses, speakeasies, cruises in the Caribbean, cabarets, casbahs and Shanghai clubs - and passed hir around like a blunt. Every one of Balzac’s rapacious girlfriends sampled poor Tits, tasting hir lips and copping a feel for their latest toy. Overwhelmed by their generosity, Tits couldn’t help but oblige. Shi was more than a little touch-starved, and the tenderness from the yoga class was wearing off enough for hir to crave unfettered attention.\n\nAt some point, they let hir go. Tits bumbled out of the holodeck, snout, balls and breasts covered in lipstick marks. \n\nSo vague and foggy was hir mental state for the next hour, shi couldn’t remember where shi went. Shi was relatively sure shi ran into a princess on the back lawn, whose name Tits had trouble recalling (maybe it was [i]just[/i] Princess), except it wasn’t a princess as much as her glittering fairy tale slipper. She remembered gigantic eyes with glowing limbal rings, a sparkling dress fit for the Burj Khalifa, long blonde hair like a waterfall, dragon scale tastefully applied to human skin, and a multi-layer dress the color of a perfect sapphire. Shi definitely remembered the aura of exalted femininity when the princess’s lips pursed and asked ‘Did I startle you?’ Tits couldn’t remember hir answer. It probably wasn’t anything. But shi remembered the clouds parting, and would later go to bed thinking about dragons and tented dresses… \n\nThen, dinner. Tits didn’t check the time, but it looked vaguely like sunset. Franziscka caught up with hir in the infirmary and took hir back to hir suite for a shower and a quick, steamy jerkoff session therein amongst the suds and hot water jets. With the drains properly clogged, Tits got out and changed hirself into more formal wear for the evening (a collar). Shi followed Franzciscka to a spot on the map labeled ‘the subterran terminal’ and after a minor revelatory moment took the escalator down.\n\nIt was there shi found [i]the mall[/i].\n\nIt seduced hir immediately. Hundreds of storefronts wound around a glossy megastructure interior, leased out to imaginary owners. Everything was automated. The halls were full of imagined guests in the form of shades, projections, mannequins and doubles, meant to simulate traffic just after peak hours. Between them were other guests at the Inn, easy to spot, and there were quite a few. \n\nThe pair spent their evening down there, walking the length of a Sears-alike, dining and dashing at different faux Michelin Star restaurants, absorbing the distinct late-century affluence through speckled carpets and classic rock standards piped through tinny loudspeakers. Every so often, they came upon a venue staffed by another fur, but the listed hours were nonsense, not meant to hold anyone to a schedule, and any venue with an open kiosk was free game if you felt the urge to play out a job at the perfume counter or a high-end clothing chain, the operator of a mechanical spa chair equipped with over fifty-six (!!) different tools to [i]please[/i] its occupant. These ranged from 3D-printed silicone dildos and high-powered wands to vacuum-sealed milking tubes and mating stations, built to demonstrate your prowess as a public spectacle. \n\nMost of it was for show. Clothes were meant for your stay. Items like purses, bags, consoles and TVs were labeled with warnings not to take them outside the Inn’s boundaries, lest they disintegrate in your hands. Food couldn’t be taken past the escalator, disappearing as soon as you made it topside. While there were gift shops stocked with inventory you could take with you back to the surface and the real world beyond (the conversion chart shirt sizes made hir laugh out loud, then blush), they hardly cost anything. In fact, nothing in the mall had a definite price tag. Everything that mattered was charged in imaginary amounts, and bought with credit cards issued at the turnstile. \n\nTits wondered how anything managed to stay in business. Then shi figured it out. As with everything else, the mall was a design choice. There was no money being exchanged here, only the act of exchange. There was no buyer’s remorse because there was nothing to lose. The only thing that mattered was the experience of being rich enough to afford whatever you wanted. The mall wasn’t a temple to capitalism so much as it was a reflection of the social spaces that used to exist. It was a scene built for the expressed purpose of walking through it with your besties and reliving an era that no longer existed. \n\nTits lost track of time again and again. They wandered the various departments, erections leading the way, jiggling from aisle to aisle with no real destination in mind. Franziscka educated hir on women’s fashion - something shi needed to learn going forward - as well as hyper fashion, something which proved much easier since it was often about wearing nothing at all. Whenever a particular outfit caught hir eye, they ducked into a changing room to try it on or just to have a furtive place to masturbate.\n\nOld-fashioned clothing, jewelry and perfume advertisements goaded them on, the imagery rendered pornographic just from the hyper-sized furs featured as the subjects. The perfume counter, with myriad scents and musks, demanded a visit, as did an old-fashioned glass counter that stocked various chocolates and candies. Tits had hir ears pierced, the Renamon behind the counter staring stoically at hir but nodding affirmatively when shi inquired whether it would be permanent. A huge yet simple pair of gold hoops called to hir as if they were always meant to be there. After putting them on, shi decided the gold suited hir, and shi adorned hirself in an excess of it.\n\nThey carried their haul back upstairs in huge nests of paper bags, Dunkin cups in hand and Louis Vuitton bags strewn over their arms. It would have been the capstone of hir visit, if not for a curt suggestion made at the top of the escalator.\n\n“You got time for one more date?”\n\n\n\n\n“They call them a doebuck,” she told Tits in confidence. \n\nThey wheeled into the Omni Grove’s nighttime watering hole, the Topline, and were immediately assaulted by breakcore and throbbing bass. The low lights gave the club an enviable sense of privacy, and for every dance pit there was an isolated booth, and doors into private rooms. \n\n“Best of both worlds,” she said, “It’s they/them normally by the way, but I inquired on your behalf and he is in a mood tonight.”\n\nTits struggled to keep up. They brushed past the hips of a pear-shaped rabbit getting railed against the bar. “He?”\n\n“He. You said you wanted to meet a stud.”\n\n“I-it was really more of a suggestion,” Tits lied. Shi’d done more than suggest it. Shi practically begged for a stud at the app counter, while Franziscka navigated the interface and set hir up with a professional. \n\n“Call him that. Like I said, he’s in a mood. [i]He.[/i]”\n\n“Wait, what’s his name?”\n\nBy then, shi was getting shoved into a private room.\n\n“Raine!” said Fraziscka. “His name is Raine! Good luck!”\n\n“Ahhh, alright!”\n\nShi’d spoken about him in reverent tones. Other guests did too, mentioning him off-hand like a local celebrity. Tits didn’t see him around, but shi’d heard about what he could do through namedrops and innuendo, and unintentionally built an image of him as an overpowering figure of masculinity, a figure of myth.\n\nShi hoped not to be disappointed. Shi made hirself comfortable under bisexual lighting, sitting at the foot of a short runway with seats behind hir and curtains ahead. Club music deafened to a dull throb through the upholstery.\n\nThen the curtain shifted. Tits stacked up, eager and anxious, and soon found hirself staring.\n\n“Oh my god.”\n\nShi dropped to her knees, causing her ass and tits to clap on the way down. A great set of horns came through the curtain lining, firm, soft, fluffy, precalcified antler dressed in velvet, tips fat and rounded, comfortably androgynous and almost phallic in implication. They formed a crown, forking into two dozen different branches with differently colored condoms tied snuggly on the ends. The owner, a buck beyond bucks, regarded her thoughtfully, his eyes a shimmer in the shadow of a massively built, masculine figure, wasp-waisted and burly and musclebound, from his thick neck to his thick arms and his trim, tight stomach with a gold chain and belly piercing, and fur painted with doe white and buck bluntness.\n\nShi couldn’t make out the shape language entirely, where he came from. Shadowplay made that too difficult. But shi knew a stripper from Gideon’s Corral when shi saw one, bridle more than apparent along with a studded collar, and a graciously fat, pierced lower lip. Other parts came from different areas of e621’s stud category, including a Bambi-adjacent femininity in the way his snout was drawn. \n\nHir body knew what to do. It laid out for him, seemingly surrendering to the impulse to offer hirself to him without argument, without a second thought. Hir tail rose up high.\n\n“Oh wow, you’re…”\n\nShi watched him approach. Fat nipple studs gleamed under stage lighting. Light danced in his fur, impeccably smooth and short. His breasts hung at navel level with an obnoxious level of androgyny, neither fully masc or femme. His thighs meanwhile were dressed in latex stockings, and between them sat the impeccable sculpt of a shaft, masculine in every implication that mattered. Its glans flared pridefully, wider than Tits’ head, and the magnificent nutsack underneath gave his gait a bow-legged swagger as they rubbed against his athletic calf muscles and sloshed heavily, despite almost being as firm as Tits’ breasts and pristinely maintained. As he walked, it began to rise upwards, swelling towards the ceiling, taller than his head. His penis, huge and stiff and erect, broadcast his masculine power… and saluted hir own femininity in turn.\n\nWords failed hir. Tits’ mouth moved soundlessly, trying to find them again. They seemed unimportant right now.\n\nHow tall was he? Not much taller, realistically, but he felt so much larger, so much more instinctively gender than any one article of clothing could have expressed in concrete terms.\n\n“You’re…” Tits swallowed dryly. “Your penis. You’re Raine?”\n\nThe doebuck grunted, seemingly in acknowledgement. It wasn’t a dark sound like shi expected, some kind of huff of ownership. This was quieter, sweeter, maybe even kinder. A sign of an introspective, sensitive form of masculinity.\n\n“Big Tits?” he asked.\n\n“T-that’s me,” said Tits. The beat that followed swallowed the world, or felt like it did. “... you’re hot…” \n\nHis head turned, taking hir in. Tits shifted, presenting hir body to him, as much as he wanted to take.\n\n“... I like your penis, Tits.”\n\n“--!”\n\n“It suits you. That long, thick shaft, all smooth and heavy and pink. Smells good, too. Pretty girls like you deserve nothing but the finest, fattest girlcocks to match those blimps on your chest.”\n\nFuck. He understood the assignment. The buck knew exactly what to say.\n\nPhysical validation, verbal affirmation - it swirled in Tits’ head. Shi didn’t know how to respond to that, and only managed a weak “Yeah” and a gush of cum on the floor, which only made things even more awkward. For just a moment, shi felt like an animal who’d made a mess on the carpet.\n\n[i]fuck fuck fuck fuck[/i]\n\nHe brought his legs around hir shoulders, keeping hir head level in his hand. Hir paws reached instinctively for his cock before shi really knew what they were doing, and let hir fingers sink into the skin of his turgid meat purely for the sake of it, just to feel him. He smelled like heaven. His body had a rich, heady scent, full of natural notes, while his equipment carried musk too potent not to be noticed. It sparkled around him, this smell, a mix of floral tea notes, chamomile, sweet perfumes, and pine standing out heavily against hir own bouquet of creamy pomegranate and berry. \n\nShi couldn’t encircle the base, it was so big. It was such a loaded thing, so virile, so full of sexual energy it stood hard and ready even when he was barely aroused. It felt like a statement of intent. Erection as masculine signifier. No matter what he actually said, his dick was a notarized promise in writing to pin hir to the floor and breed hir stupid - assuming shi was okay with that and expressed full consent to be mounted like the girl slut shi was. Like, how was shi supposed to argue against that? What do you say? Grab my hair? Jack me off? Call me a girl again? You just couldn’t.\n\n“What are you going to do to me?” shi asked. Shi realized how that sounded seconds after she could take it back.\n\n“A lot. If you want.”\n\n“I love your penis, by the way. I-it’s handsome.”\n\n“Thanks. Your fur is really soft, you know. It’s like velvet.”\n\n“Really…?”\n\n“I can’t wait to cum all over it.”\n\n“Eeeeeeheehee….~”\n\nThe performance of gender is a loose subject at the best of times. As touchy as it seems on the outside, there aren’t any actual rules to what constitutes masculine or feminine behavior, at least not in a sexual sense. Gender is a construct, kink is social, and sex is a conversation. Giving and receiving are essential parts of the act, the emotional intimacy of two bodies sharing one another, perceiving one another, and enjoying the moment they make. Some of that is informed by experience. Some of it comes from hormonal needs and biological urges. How it comes together varies for each person, but when it comes to sex, the mishmash is music. Transwomen wanting to get pregnant and transmen wanting to wear a strap are reproductions of what their eyes see and their bodies want, what fulfills their being and affirms their identity, and in that turbulent truth there finds an inexplicable, inarticulate need. The need to be wanted. The need to be seen as your real self.\n\nRaine saw hir. They were both herms, both hyper, both giants relative to the world they came from, but he saw through that to the core of hir person. He saw a pretty girl, and shi saw a man.\n\nTits sat back into hir balls, treating them like an overstuffed satin pillow, and gazed deeply at Raine’s shaft. Shi glanced upward to look at him, stanced on top of hir, snout obscured by the curve of his underboob. Shi couldn’t see his face, but from the way he cupped hir cheek with his hoof-tipped hand, holding hir like a delicate flower, shi knew he could see hir, and knew what to do. \n\nHow could shi ever pay him back?\n\n“I’m Tits…” shi said, and reveled in the wake of hir name. “Listen. My boobs are big. Can I suck you off?”\n\nShi deliberated on hir choice of words. ‘May I’ felt too deferential, and ‘is it alright if I kiss it’ seemed improper, coquettish and insincere for the kind of things she wanted to do to him.\n\nHis fingers brushed through hir headfur, cupping one of hir catlike ears, and his other hand stroked his penis in quiet appreciation of hir girliness and size. Shi closed hir eyes, alone with his body heat, and his undivided attention. Shi sat there in bliss, enjoying the euphoria of being treated not just as a woman, but as an object of his desire, a flower treated with care and consideration. The intensity of the male gaze, moderated by his embrace, brought out hir intensity in kind. \n\n“Yes,” said Raine softly. “You can.”\n\nThat was all the permission she needed.\n\nHis hand moved slowly down. He wrapped his fingers under his shaft and lowered it for hir, until hir eyes met his soft cumslit. Shi stared into it, a dickhole with ridges as soft as vulva, licking hir lips in rapt anticipation. His musk was strongest here, at the foot of his dick. It was so thick she saw steam coming off his equipment in fumes that dissolved thoughts and made hir pussy ache for relief. Hir erection went rigid, pressing into his massive furry testicles, but as erections went it was hardly needed. It wasn’t going anywhere. Hir attention was squarely on Raine. An organ meant to inseminate, to impregnate someone else with hir seed, was now a pulsing neon sign, advertising hir arousal, hir desperation, hir abject lust.\n\nRaine had the cock here. Raine was the man. Shi was the woman, the girl, the blushing slut at his feet. Hir penis showed affection, demonstrated it openly while his penis was meant to be lavished, worshipped until he blew his load all over hir, and showered hir face and tits in praise.\n\nShi started slow. Eyes lidded and voice low and heavy with lust, shi lolled out hir tongue and licked around the edge.\n\nThe grip in her headfur tightened a little. His hips gyrated, gradually at first but inviting hir to keep going.\n\nSo shi did. One hand on the shaft, squeezing hard, veiny flesh, another sprawled on his thigh, fingers spread, shi made out with his slit. She kissed and licked the bumpy surface, radiating heat and intoxicating scent, and went deeper, tasting the inside like a lover, tasting his last outing an hour ago in the faint taste of spunk. It couldn’t kiss back - but shi felt his hips shift, felt the muscles in his thighs tense and his ass clench and unclench. More than enough to tell hir how good of a job shi was doing.\n\nWhat was a girl to do? How could shi not french his cock like this? This overwhelming dick?\n\nEvery microadjustment was a level of ownership. Every twitch and subtle suggestion was a message. Before shi could guess how far they’d gotten, shi was taking him. Hir mouth opened as wide as it could, and shi felt him press against the roof and hir tongue, and somehow it was always alright, always pleasurable, never to the level of soreness or pain in hir jaw. \n\nHis pubic fur came closer.\n\nCloser.\n\nWith each thrust, Tits felt it take up more of hir vision, and felt hir throat fill with him, the taste of him filling hir brain with static.\n\nCloser.\n\n[i]Closer.[/i]\n\nHis hand was on it now. It stroked, sliding in time with hir mouth. Between dry swallows and muffled moans, shi tasted his enlarged fingernails, the scent oils in his fur, in between new waves of dickscent polluting hir and asking it to respond. Shi got shivers and felt weakness in hir muscles almost everywhere, bending to the allure of his impossible hyper dick.\n\nSoon hir ears were full of nonsense. Sounds mixed with textures. Gulps, wet slaps, spit sloshing in hir mouth, the throb of hir heart beating in hir ears, sticky sweat on his thighs, and slick cockflesh mounting hir and using hir, gliding down hir throat. \n\nShi moaned terribly. Raine grunted, as if he could feel hir aching affection, grinding his hips with the precision of a dancer who did this for a living, and for all shi knew he did. \n\n[i]Closer.[/i]\n\n[i][b]And closer.[/b][/i]\n\nThere was no way to tell how long it’d been. Their stamina had been heightened by the procedure that turned them hyper and non-human and made this licentious act possible to begin with. Whatever power the hotel had to make them grow so massive let hir take a penis bigger than shi was and enjoy every moment of it. They fucked for hours, or minutes, or days, it didn’t matter which. Not to Tits.\n\nAnd throughout hir lust, one thing remained clarified, effortless in its simplicity. Shi, as a gendered being, was the peak of that gender, pressed up to the firmament of what was considered possible. Feminine yearning, feminine in distilled, feminine inside and out. Feminine unfolding, into lush and unnecessary extremes. Feminine embracing, encompassing, embodying. \n\nShi couldn’t have known back then, staring at hirself in hir bathroom mirror, that shi would have ended up here at the end of the night, enjoying and being enjoyed by a buck of this caliber, but some part of hir wanted to be here. Not here specifically, but in the grasp of euphoric excess, becoming something shi was always meant to be.\n\nHir hands dropped from his dick. Shi lowered them to stroke hir own. He seemed to understand the signal, and withdrew his long, glistening penis from hir throat and then hir mouth all together, spit strands marrying the two for a brief, bright moment.\n\nJudging from the tension wound in his legs, he was ready to blow.\n\n“Where?”\n\nTits knew the answer before shi found words for it. Shi nearly screamed.\n\n“My face. My boobs. A-all over! Cum on my tits! Cum on my tits, please!”\n\nShi sensed a nod from him, and he held his shaft like a stud. Shi leaned back to receive him, opening wide, and when he finished—\n\nIt poured over her. \n\n“Aaaaahhhh~”\n\nLoad after load sprayed across hir face, hot and heavy. It hit hir eyelids and hir lips, and shi felt the burning potency in hir nose, his concentrated masculinity too powerful to put into words. But most importantly, most vitally of all, hir tits were soaked. Thick white lines coated hir sweat-matted fur, hitting hir huge, heaving breasts like a warm shower in someone else’s fluids. \n\n“Good girl,” he said. “Pretty girl. Pretty titty kitty. This is what girls deserve…”\n\nIt poured all over hir. It poured around hir too - on hir thighs and hir girlcock, and then on the carpet around hir knees, an endless fountain of spunk.\n\nTits felt a reciprocal tension flare in hir crotch, too powerful to stop, and so let it go. Hir balls squeezed, creaking even bigger with a loud rubbery squeal, a shiver went through hir fur, and shi painted the wall of his cervine nutsack white with hot spunk, along with the actual wall behind him, and the curtains, and the stage lights. Neither of them were the type to shoot blanks. They kept erupting, on and on and on, the doebuck grunting and crooning affirmations while he blasted rope on hir tits.\n\n“Good girl… get bigger for me. Expand. Expand. Grow! [i]Grow![/i]”\n\nThe depressions in the floor around began to fill, and shi heard the drains spin up to try to contain it, but it’d be a long time before this room would be clean enough to use again. At least a half hour. \n\nThe chuckle from him afterward felt validating. Shi laid there, in his seed, basking in the heat of hirself.\n\nThe two of them were almost equal now, at least in raw size. Tits had grown in fits and spurts the whole while, outpaced by hir breasts and buttcheeks, which always took some level priority. The huge jiggling spheres had nearly doubled since when shi came in, and they gave hir a preposterously cartoonish figure that looked more of an equal for this powerful stud. Yet it was far from hir thoughts now. Shi left it behind. All Tits could think in the wake of this moment, buoyed by an intensity of feeling, was that shi couldn’t perceive hir old self anymore. Shi couldn’t see it - not past the sheer gender holding hir tight, bringing hir back to the innocence of thoughtless love. The sweet realization of euphoria.\n\nShi recognized hirself more clearly in that haze than shi ever did with the veil of respectability. Shi never would have reached this understanding without a partner to take hir there, and to Raine, shi couldn’t be more thankful.\n\nAffirmations rang in hir head, over and over again.\n\nI’m… Tits…\n\nI’m Tits…\n\nI’m [b]TITS[/b]…\n\n \n\nWith one day left at the resort, Tits had hir measurements taken. Briar spent a few minutes stretching out a tape measure along hir body in various ways, and then with a smile announced shi not only stood sixteen feet tall but hir bust, balls and cheeks measured more than double that. Then, shi told hir shi was proud of hir, and that statement more than any other was what made Tits finally break down weeping with gender euphoria and gladness.\n\nWhen Tits had dried off hir tears, Briar suggested shi cap hir stay off with a guided hike. There were a few options available for outdoor activities - skinny dipping, golf, fly fishing, motor tours, “woodland roleplay” - but the hike called to hir. As the organizer and guide, the lemur fitted hir with a backpack and expandable hiking boots, and several carabiners, as was hir right as a queer person of fur and dick. Hir breasts were big enough now that they completely blocked hir own face, but shi’d brushed away an offer of a minder since hir psychic powers and a bit of resort dream logic filled in the gap without ease.\n\nThat morning shi woke up an hour earlier than hir alarm, fueled by anticipatory excitement and a dozen feet of morning wood. Shi’d remembered obliquely between masturbation sessions and in-depth roleplay that shi had liked the local area and liked climbing it, though shi worried the size difference would make the journey up the Blue Ridge distinctly unsatisfying.\n\nShi was delighted to be proven wrong.\n\nIt wasn’t clear how, but once they were on the trail to Elk Knob, the nearest amphibolite peak in the area, nature closed back in. Shi felt spatial relationships return to a semblance of normalcy, an intuitive balance, and to hir surprise, the sensation seemed familiar. After a moment’s reflection shi recalled treasuring the outdoors as a way to ground hirself, connecting with nature and purposely distancing hirself from the stress and worries of everyday life. Only now did shi make the connection, and with hir new body it was all wrapped up with hir dreams, gender and fursona too.\n\nThough the trail steadily climbed uphill, it never felt strenuous, and none of the hyper hikers grew out of breath. The group padded along in silent appreciation, occasionally stopping to gaze at a particularly interesting sight or to look at a special flower, the constant creaking and jiggling of their enormous, looming bodies a soft susurrus of background noise that fit in surprisingly well with the birdsong and the faint sounds of a distant breeze.\n\nWhile it had rained just that morning, the lingering mists gave the hike a peaceful atmosphere, and all the water trickling down the rocky, mossy seepages and the gravel trail made it seem as if the mountain itself were breathing. Tits had elected not to wear anything save the offered backpack and boots, and as time passed the humidity soon made hir grow slick and damp to the skin. The cool temperatures felt nice, hir nipples stiff and perky and hir penis radiating its own pleasant inner heat.\n\nTheir bodies may have been twenty, even thirty feet tall, but they were at home here in the woods, no matter how big they became. Hardwood trees towered over the mountain slope, not losing one bit of their majesty even with Tits’ increased height. Flower beds brushed hir feet like tender kisses, hir heavy swaying girlballs snagging an occasional leaf and carrying it along stuck to their underside like gold stars for effort. With splashes of mud and dirty water peppering hir curves, the inconvenience of the psychic dickgirl’s enormous assets kept calling hir attention to them and offering little affirming shudders of hyper gender euphoria. Immersed in hir walk, the sensations, and the mountain around hir, hir feet remained planted solidly on the ground the entire way. Floating would have been cheating.\n\nThey passed by long, lichen-covered outcrops of rock jutting at an angle from the hillsides, all lush with ferns, and the downed trees they stepped over and passed felt majestic and forlorn. The calcium-rich soil here supported patches of special and threatened flowers, with scarlet lilies and bright lavender-hued orchids popping up the higher they went as if to say hello. Copses of red elderberries and gnarled, stunted hawthorns led higher and deeper into the unknown, the places shi used to know taking on new meaning with hir new, beautiful body as shi familiarized hirself with the place memory called home.\n\nThe Appalachian Mountains. The Great Smokies and Blue Ridge. Asheville. Brevard. Spruce Pine. Boone. This was the place shi’d lived as a human. Shi recognized the wildlife, the flora blooming in the valley, the trilliums and the pink lady slippers and the waterfall shoals meandering down to the New river, and the ambient hum of insects in summertime.\n\nThere was a crumb of truth here shi had missed. It didn’t flood back to hir, no — but once the veil of opulence had lifted, and shi let hirself reconnect with those forgotten notes, shi remembered it, like a tune on the tip of your tongue. The spark that gave fantasy its charm, and reality its beauty. The real world could sometimes be just as special as the furry one.\n\nShi crested the peak at dusk, spattered with mud and damp with sweat and moisture, more at peace than shi’d been in a very long time. Here they towered above the trees not just because they were hyper furs, but because the gnarled branches were stunted by high winds and exposure to the elements. It gave them a full 360-degree view no human could have imagined. The group stopped to watch the clouds wash across the winding valleys below and listen to the sound of the wind racing along the ridgelines. Tits panted softly, winded from the trip up and slightly sore, but the strain contributed to hir appreciation of the Inn for letting hir do this, in making the hike an exercise in nostalgia. \n\nShi felt a familiar humility here. A humility shi’d touched before, and one shi’d touch again in due time. Not as a human (though shi still felt the urge to check up on hir finances and hir situation, and was probably due to go home anyway), but as hir ideal self, the self shi knew to be true, unbound and unrestrained.\n\nA thought came to hir.\n\n“Is it too late to rebook?”\n\nBriar looked over, a pair of binoculars held in one of hir paws. “Hm?”\n\n“Aaa. Sorry. I know you’re not at the desk right now.”\n\n“I’m still on duty. Never a bad time to ask.”\n\nThey took in the thin air together, the pleasant lightheadedness of being on the top of the world. Then she said:\n\n“Costs you nuthin’. How long y’wanna stay extra?” [i]How much bigger do you want to get?[/i]\n\nTits thought about it, appreciating the lemur’s gentle smile. Shi gently cupped a cluster of bright orange-yellow Flame Azalea flowers before plucking one and tucking it behind hir ear. The world waited for hir at the foot of the mountain, but it could wait longer. This was what shi came for.\n\nShi gave Briar a warm smile.\n\n“… a few nights more ought to be good.”"
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"description": "In which a new dickgirl named Big Tits sheds hir humanity to book a vacation at the Omni Grove Park Inn, a strange and wonderful place that warps reality itself to ensure a perfect, gender-affirming stay. \n\n-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-\n\nIt took a year to get this finished, but it was absolutely worth the wait. I'd been looking forward to working with [fa]ebikiyo[/fa] for a long time because they're so good, and in the end as an apology for the wait they went above and beyond with the story length. This is maybe the most specifically-targeted work I could possibly commission from someone, meant to not only appeal to all of the gender feelings I've been experiencing over the past few years but also hit the nostalgia I have for the area I grew up in, how wonderful the furry fandom is for expressing yourself, and even taking into account my fixation with boobmews and how they represent femininity to me.\n\nI suppose you could say it's like a love letter to the fandom and all my time in it.\n\nHonestly, I think I could have pushed Charlie to lean harder on the speechfucking aspects, but that would have sacrificed some of the good emotional bits so I think this is maybe the best possible story I could have asked for. And, as it turned out, it makes for a fitting goodbye note, since I've moved on from the mountains now...\n\nAnyway, I decided it was fitting to upload this for my birthday... even if it's a few days late. [i]C'est la vie~[/i]\n\nIf you want to read the original story with the proper formatting, which couldn't be preserved for the upload here (especially important because there's at least one section that needs it), it's at this google docs link [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zG6QpmUjrzFXXWYPVXcZXwoupO2CigM6c4PcZBcjAho/edit?usp=sharing]here[/url]!\n\nAlso, go fave [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62428954/]the author's upload[/url] too."
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"writing": "A Few Nights More\nSay Hello to the Happiest Days of Your Life\n\n\nBy CharlieGM\nCommission for Rykela\nEdited by Dreads\nWord Count: ~19,100 Words\nTags: Post-TF, Anthro TGTF (Human (???) to Hyper Mew Herm (shi/hir)), Hyper (Breasts, Cocks, Asscheeks), Mini-Macro, Macro, Growth, Scents, Mild Speechfucking/Compulsion, Species Play, Furry Culture, Gender Euphoria, Medical Trigger, Spa Setting, Consensual, Intimate Moments, Explicit, Penetration, Oral, Titfucking, Bukkake, Good End\nRated Adult\n\n\n\n_____ __________ tended to forget their dreams. At this particular moment, the one swirling behind their eyes was having trouble deciding whether to flicker back out into the velvet dark, or stay and become real.\n\nThey dreamt they were somewhere pleasant.\n\n“Oh, we’ve got eyelid movement.”\n\nThey were lying on their back, basking in the gentle heat of a golden sun. \n\n“Positive EKG. Blood pressure is 116 by 74, breathing steady. Shi’s in perfect health.”\n\nTheir body was a footnote in things, their emotions vivid, their shape glowing in an otherwise indistinct world. Serenaded by susurrations, voices shi couldn’t quite hear. Fully relaxed and comfortable. Yes, that’s the word. That’s what shi was. Comforta…\n\nHey.\n\nHey wait a minute. \n\nRun that back.\n\nDid shi just call hirself…?\n \n“Easy now. Give hir some room.”\n\n“Giving the customer room, sir!”\n\nNo. No clearly, clearly hir internal monologue missed the memo. It’s ‘she,’ wasn’t it? Not ‘shi?’ There was practically no difference in phonemes, they sounded near to the same - yet one was miles more authentic than the other in self-portrait. Once out of the bottle, shi couldn’t rightly put it back in.\n\nShi. Hir.\n\nFemale, male. Both?\n\n“Mmmh…” Both felt right.\n\n_____ __________ licked dry lips. Hir eyelids felt heavier than they should be, while hir body felt pleasantly light. Shi opened the former slowly, and the sun overhead resolved into a spa lamp. A dozen small voices around hir hushed each other. \n\nShi noticed shi was in a white gown. Shi tilted hir snout (did shi always have one of those?) down to look at hirself, and saw a plunging canyon of pink cleavage. A pair of humongous hills with puffy caps sitting on top of hir chest, tenting tight cotton fabric and drawing long, deep shadows over the rest of hir body. The only thing shi could see clearly past it, and only when shi exhaled fully, was the blatant-looking bulge on the other side, a soft mound on two firm pillows parked between hir thighs, larger than a medicine ball. Larger certainly than the heart monitor to hir immediate right. It rose several feet in the air in a curved arc, flaccid to the end yet still audibly straining the gown whenever the sex underneath it throbbed, flaring its circumcised glans pornographically as if it rehearsed for this moment specifically.\n\nNeither seemed entirely out of place somehow. Which should have been weird.\n\n“Where did these come from?” _____ asked groggily, trying in vain to see over hir frankly ridiculous proportions and determine where she was. \n\nAn observation caught up with hir. Hir cheeks flushed brightly, as brightly as they could through fur. “And… why can't I remember my name…”\n\nShi pulled hirself up. The bed beneath hir creaked, hydraulic gaskins giving a dry rasp with the abrupt change in weight. An upscaled oximeter device on hir finger turned over. Hir breasts and bulge folded together, giving hir a unexpected shiver of euphoria that made hir hands clench up and the heart monitor rise a beat. Shi felt pointed ears twitch, taking in hir surroundings, and thick legs with pawed feet hanging over the opposite end of the bed, replete with peets, and everywhere between coated in a quarter inch layer of pink fur. Everywhere except dark pink nipples and almost dark lavender-colored cockflesh.\n\nThere were humans about. _____ blinked, gawking at them, or rather down at them. A co-ed team of Lilliputian nurses and pathologists in little white lab coats gathered around in a circular operating theatre with stepladders, forklifts and a marbled floor. \n\nThe human professionals looked up at hir expectantly, and nothing about their proportions suggested they were ones out of the ordinary. It wasn’t that they were especially small.\n\nShi was especially [b]big[/b].\n\nThe theatre reflected this. The bed, the gown and the machines around her were built to scale, meant for the comfort of a nine or ten foot tall creature. Even the double doors located at the far end had highway clearance. Useful amenities for ____’s needs like towels and cabinets matched smaller versions at ‘human’ height, located in spaces considerate of the height difference. Shi had to remind hirself this was How Things Are rather than How They Should Be.\n\nThe lead physician, an older man with a snow white beard, smiled and stepped up. “I see you’re awake. Good morning!”\n\n\n_____ stared. They barely reached the mattress. Weren’t they shocked at hir? Chagrinned? Shi’d take chuffed at this point.\n\nShi raised a pink hand and absentmindedly scratched hir cheek, looking over the semi-circle of doctors. “Good morning, um. I have several questions.”\n\n\n“I’m sure,” said the lead physician professionally. “We’ll do our best to answer them if you answer ours.”\n\n“Your question?”\n\n\n“Standard procedure,” he assured hir. “I assume this is your first time at our Omni Grove facility?”\n\nHe offered his hand. _____ looked at it skeptically, then reluctantly reached down to shake it with hir thumb and forefinger.\n\n“I-- I’m sorry, Omni Grove?”\n\n“Omni Grove Adult Therapy and Hyper Spa, Ashe County, North Carolina,” the physician explained. “It’s up country. My name is Doctor ___________, and this is the intake team. Our names are not important.” \n\nHe gestured. The doctor’s colleagues waved and nodded. His name slipped somewhere between the couch cushions of perception.\n\n“Um. Yeah sure.”\n\n“We performed the metagenetic procedure that returned you an idyllic form of self-perception, based on the F-list profile you submitted prior to your stay.”\n\n“My what profile?”\n\nThe physician’s assistant replied helpfully. “The source for these. You put hyper, Mew and herm at the top of the list, and specified….”\n\nShe took a ruler out of her coat pocket and attempted to pantomime the recommended size by drawing it, but quickly ran into the problem of insufficient armspan. She flailed, ponytail bobbing, trying to articulate the gap.\n\n“That big, haha~”\n\n _____ huffed and stuffed hir breasts under hir arms with feverishly warm cheeks. Hir buoyant boobs spilled over them with a muffled but decidedly cartoonish -bwoomp-, wider than her hips and individually several tons larger than anyone else present.\n\nSo that’s what shi was? A Mew herm? Those particular words came back to hir. Mew as in the mythical Pokemon Mew, #151, and herm as in hermaphrodite. Shi/hir. Was that the compromise between genders? A neopronoun? Did shi have both sexes?\n\n\nA cursory check and a prickle of fur on the back of hir neck told hir yes, shi did.\n\n“You’re currently recovering from the effects of anesthetic,” the lead physician said coolly, “and experiencing a form of controlled short-term memory loss. This is intentional. We do this every time. It’s to ease the process of transition to your preferred identity. Think of it as starting with a clean slate, without the baggage one associates with a previous self in the formative stages of ego development. I want you to be assured, we have taken every precaution to protect your former identity as you make yourself comfortable within our recreational facilities. When your stay is over, you may elect to return to your previous state of consciousness.” \n\n“The last thing we need to do here is take your measurements. Once we have those, you’re free to proceed to check-in, choose your name and start your vacation.”\n\n _____ felt butterflies in hir chest. Hir tail flitted happily on the floor. Shi ran a hand through hir head fur, grappling with the implications. Shi ordered this. And now shi had a vacation package at some kind of secluded resort, a facility with guests like hir. \n\n\nLike hir. Distinctly not human. [i][b]Hermaphrodite.[/b][/i] Shi filed hirself in the latter category minutes ago and didn’t regret it once. Glancing down into hir cleavage again, feeling how hir firm nuts pressed against hir knees when shi shifted, seeing huge hips, full thighs and the effortless way they filled out a figure - it felt tailored for hir specifically. A representation of hir inner self turned outward, in a way a human body with human proportions couldn’t. The proportions were absurd, comically unnatural, but that was the thrill, and now that they’d spoiled hir with this body, shi couldn’t imagine being in anything less.\n\nShi drew in a shaky breath. “Right! Um. Measurements…”\n\nShi slid hir legs over the side of the patient bed and let hir familiar-yet-unfamiliar pawpads touch marble. Coolness rippled through hir elongated soles, all the way to hir calves. Glancing down, shi took a moment to admire all of hirself, hir hands cupping and roaming. Behind hir, hir buttcheeks jutted ponderously, just as weightless and round as hir chest, and hir long ropelike tail idly trailed in the air like a flag in a breeze. Supportive doctors standing at hip level parted to give hir a wide berth.\n\nOne thing at a time, shi decided. One thing at a time.\n \n\nSeveral rounds of testing followed after that. Neurological tests, acuity tests, weigh-ins (which provoked blushing fits), measurements with tape. This was standard procedure after coming back up from an operation, but something about needing multiple doctors climbing hir body like scaffolding to confirm that yes, _____’s breasts were 90 inches after all, and hir waist was half that, possibly less, tickled hir pink. Well, pinker.\n\nIt was hard to be more pink than a towering Mew.\n\n _____ was, according to their measurements, ten feet tall, or three hundred and five centimeters. With hir tail, that number bumped up to twelve feet and change, and if we included volume, well we’d be here all day. Beneath hir breasts, which were the only thing _____ could see past her shoulders besides hir knee-slapping hyper cock, shi was nearly as wide as shi was tall, and suffered little for it. The cow scale they used registered a mass of almost five hundred pounds overall, half a ton of hip, cock and boob, but none of it seemed to impact _____’s mobility in any substantial capacity. Shi didn’t feel it. In fact, when shi thought about it at all, hir kinesthetic senses seemed to kick in and erase any undue feeling of massiveness. One of the doctors made a comment to the effect of ‘subconscious levitation’ which felt like a reasonable explanation after freaking out about it.\n\nShi had psychic powers. More than that, shi had such complete control over them shi didn’t feel the need to activate anything. It was a part of hir. Extending hir reach, carrying hir weight, adjusting the sway and bounce of hir equipment and the force of hir footsteps until it felt right, it was all a form of expressed intent. Reality did not apply, and when it did, it was on hir terms, to hir preferences.\n\nAnother little thing to be giddy about. Shi would explore that later.\n\nWhen the medical team finished up, they handed her a manilla folder. It contained within it hir previous self’s records — foreign to _____’s experience thus far but still important for documentation - and directed hir to ‘the front desk,’ like shi knew where that was.\n\nIt took some pathfinding through the medical wing to get out. Shi wandered through twenty foot halls, querying very busy, very courteous medical personnel who somehow weren’t intimidated by a Mew twice their size, and looking through hir cleavage to avoid bumping into them. The ‘excuse me miss’ and ‘pardon me ma’am’ they politely appended to their responses did not strictly help hir find hir way, but they still stirred up butterflies in hir stomach.\n\n[i]Miss? [b]Ma’am?[/b][/i]\n\nThey were strangers, yes, but it felt somehow intimate to be noticed like that. \n\n[i]Yes, I am a miss[/i], hir heart said, [i]and no, I don’t mind. Whatever gave you that idea? Just. Just keep calling me that. If you could.[/i]\n\nShi didn’t say that out loud, of course, but god hir lips wanted to. It wasn’t clear if this feeling came from a prior lack of misses and ma’ams or an attraction so strong it appealed regardless of how femme shi’d actually been. Shi hoped it was the latter.\n\nEventually one of the colored paths in the tile floor led _____ to a set of heavy double doors. Shi shuffled up to it and pushed tentatively through.\n\nGranite stones lined long walls. Great windows looked out on mountain country, rolling hills and hardwood forest for miles. A flame crackled in an old fireplace the length of a minibus. Furniture flanked it from multiple angles, rustic leather couches and Rockwell recliners made of expensive-looking leather. They made way for a landing near the center of what she recognized now was the lobby, one revolving door leading to the drive-up, and the other to a terrace. Each end sat at distinctly different scales, with the former meant for loading and unloading shuttles back to town, and the latter made for things that could sit astride said shuttles. \n\nAt the far corners were a small herd of lacquered mahogany lounge chairs and tables, arranged to lend a sense of spontaneity to a curated scene. A rolling liquor cabinet was set to one side, with wine glasses of ascending size ready to be used at a moment’s notice. Next to it, neatly coiled on itself, was a shop vacuum labeled ‘the Cum Cleaner,’ and every few feet, shi saw a drain cut in the floor with a gently sloping divot, inconspicuously placed but conspicuous in its function. Smaller amenities like person-sized doors and drinking fountains were concessions more than reminders; the space was designed for anthros to inhabit first, and humans a distant second.\n\n“Geez… how much did I pay for this…”\n\n_____ stepped out gingerly, taking in the ambiance. The lobby would have been cavernous for people half hir size, shi supposed. Not to hir, though. For hir sensibilities, this was the perfect fit. The conjoined rooms connecting the common room to the lobby were empty this time of day - a little before noon if shi had it right - but shi suspected they were trafficked by anthros at peak hours. Shi listed between fixtures, running hir pink hand over smooth table surfaces, imagining the commotion. Shi absorbed the smell of wood chips and pine, picked honeysuckle and fresh Carolina rose, and noted the lack of chemical scents. No lysol aftertaste, no air freshener, not a hint of bleach or borax or ammonia. It surprised hir, but it really shouldn’t have.\n\nShi did detect semen, though. Semen, and a faint dose of musk.\n\n_____ sniffed. A breadth of weight suggested… size, and funnily enough girl. Disconnected concepts, of course, highly unquantifiable, but the more shi took them in, the more palpable and real they felt. The smells almost flirted with each other, like two girls deciding the best way to spend a night in each other’s arms. Shi felt color in hir face again, the shiver of another flush of arousal. \n\nShi let it guide hir. Shi weaved between granite pillars looking for the source of the smell, floating ass over end with hir thin tail held high and unintentionally (or maybe intentionally, you could never tell) presenting hir taint and vagina to the world. It was a while before shi saw the front lobby and check-in desk beside it, and the creature working on the other side, making notes in an accounting book.\n\n____ blinked out of hir reverie. The figure resolved into an anthro, then a woman, then the most beautiful woman shi’d ever seen. \n\nStatuesque didn’t do them justice. To _____’s ten feet, she was a giant, easily twenty feet tall if not more. Their name tag identified them as ‘Briar,’ with ‘shi/hir’ appended below, but it was a speck on the far side of a mountain of boob, set slightly off-kilter with both of hir vast tits squeezed into a crisp button-up and tie. They looked ready to spill out, straining the tiny buttons to their absolute limits. Long dark stains decorated the peaks of hir nipples, and the top of hir bust nearly obscured hir snout. Tufts of fur poked through the gaps between, white in the belly and banded running down the length of hir poofy tail. This alone would have been sufficient justification to call the clerk a bombshell — but _____ was waist high, and thus eye-level with the clerk’s enormous, shorts-warping, counter-straddling bulge, clad in generously-tight violet khaki fabric. It required more cloth than a circus tent, and even then it could barely contain the gender concentrated inside it.\n\n _____ could smell the clerk’s equipment from across the room, the pleasant reek of sexuality. That’s what that was. Penis. Shi could feel the heat radiating off the surface of hir bulge, practically inviting hir to walk up and touch it, to hold it in hir hands and covet its vulgarity. The fact the clerk was a lemur was almost secondary.\n\nIt was about this time the clerk chuckled.\n\n“Well then, I see someone’s awake. Arright, so, lemme give you the spiel - welcome to the Omni Grove Park Inn! The world’s first and only hypersexual reality spa. Would you be so kind as to tell me your reservation number?”\n\n_____ blinked, suddenly remembering Briar’s eyes were up there. Way, way up there.\n\nShi craned hir neck.\n\n“Oh! Oh um. Gosh, you’re really pretty. Gosh. I’ve never seen anyone as big as you before. I-is everyone here like this? I can’t stop staring. I usually don’t have a problem with tits and penises like yours, but they’re just so impressive!”\n\n____ flummoxed, squirming in place. Shi touched hir throat. What prompted that? And why did shi say it so fawningly?\n\nBriar beamed. “Aww! Well y’didn’t need to say. Your penis is hard. I could tell you were interested from that.” \n\nShi gave a boob-occluded gesture with hir finger. _____ followed where shi pointed, and saw hir erection coming through hir cleavage like a breaching whale.\n\n“… oh, I’m-” _____ flummoxed, reflexively covering hirself. “I-I guess it is. A-and I am. Haha~…”\n\n“S’alright!” Briar reassured hir. Shi flapped hir handpaw. The wall of flesh behind hir sloshed like a tanker truck. Hir voice had a twanging, melodic accent to it, which to _____’s ears sounded like upcountry Carolinian, born and raised hillfolk. “You’re in a good place! We don’t mind sudden erections here. The bigger, the better.”\n\nShi changed the subject as ____ squirmed with a dopey grin on hir face. “Anyway - could I get your reservation number, please?”\n\n_____ rummaged through the folder for something that might have been a reservation number. “Um! Sixty-two twenty-two?”\n\nBriar turned to consult the schedule board on the wall behind hir. How shi avoided knocking the flower pot off the counter with a swing of hir bulge, _____ didn’t know, but the slightly tempered smell was a relief and maybe a disappointment. \n\n“… I see you!” said Briar. Shi marked it off with a hyper-friendly blue marker, the same blue as Briar’s stylized undercut. She wore it with a pride that spoke to the unfettered spirit of the furry working class. “That’ll do ya! You’re right on time, darlin’.”\n\n_____ wondered. Shi looked over the counter, and found stationary, checkbooks, sanitation supplies, but no modem and no desktop tower to speak of. They must do everything analog here.\n\nBriar looked over hir shoulder, giving an easy-going smile. “Do y’all have a name picked out already?”\n\n_____ blinkered, processing the question. Right. A name. Shi was still missing one. “Wait, picked out?”\n\n“Uh-huh! Any hypers checking into the Inn have their choice’a body and name, and pursuant to that rule, we allow all guests the option to determine a new name if the old one ain’t satisfactory.”\n\n“Is that an up-charge?”\n\n“Honey, you ain’t being charged.” \n\n“Yeah okay, but.”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“But like.” _____ shrank a little. Hir tail wrapped nervously around hir leg. “Sorry. This… feels a little too good to be true, y’know. It’s a lot to wrap my bulge around.”\n\n“Head?”\n\n“Head is good,” _____ replied earnestly, before the rest of the thought got through. Hir face turned red again. “Aaagghhh, fuck~. I dunno, can you recommend one?”\n\nBriar’s tail swished behind hir, clearly interested. Shi turned and leaned against the countertop, pressing tents of boob and cockflesh together into a creaking melody of taxed inseams. _____ pricked up hir ears. Shi stared into Briar’s big eyes, unsure what to do, but sure that shi was being appreciated by another fur with taste, that shi had become an object of desire. A pulse ran all the way to the tip of hir feminine dick. Shi squirmed in place, grinning from ear to pointed ear. [i]Major Tom to Ground Control, shi’s looking at me. Repeat, I am being perceived.[/i]\n\n“Weeeeell… I think you’re the prettiest girl I seen today.”\n\n_____’s throat tightened. A thump of euphoria made hir heart swell.\n\n“… yeah…?”\n\n“And these tits you got here are awfully appealing. May I?”\n\nBriar didn’t have to ask. _____ stood straighter and nodded, offering hir… hir tits to be felt up. Briar, a responsible employee at this establishment, cupped hir handpaws under their porn star perk, the perfect roundness _____ never knew shi wanted, but felt so natural to just be. Thin fingers brushed across pink fur and salmon-colored areolae, tracing the edge with the tip of each claw. Shi was delicate like _____ was delicate. Demure, soft, blemish-free. Shi was mostly tits compared to hir vanishing waist and body. In that way, shi was liberated from the obligation to be anything other than hirself, and in Briar’s hands, it was impossible not to lean in, to soak in that recognition. _____ let hir feelings take over, let hir eyes close as the euphoric hum made its way through hir and out of hir like a current. Shi was shamelessly groping hir, enjoying hir, but somehow treating _____’s body with the respect it seemed to crave not just as a herm but as a fluster-y core of femininity. Girl in bold. Girl in all ways. Girl for touching. Girl exhibited.\n\nShi would have melted if shi could.\n\nBriar seemed to notice. After a thorough inspection, shi reached gently for _____’s chin and raised it under a padded finger. _____ couldn’t help but giggle airily, fluttering hir lashes.\n\n“Hhhaaah… mmhh, like that…”\n\nBriar mulled it over. Then shi said: “What about… Big Tits the Boobmew? You like that?”\n\nThe name went through one ear and out the other before Big Tits realized it was hirs now. That was it. No argument. No counter-offer. It slotted into place like it was always meant to be, like it had been waiting for the right combination of syllables to fully articulate the dimensions of hir identity. \n\nIt took hir breath away. Shi then noticed a rumbling coming from her chest, a low vibrating sound too deep to be a hum and too loud to be private. \n\nBriar simply giggled, to Tits’ immediate embarrassment.\n\n[i]God, is that me? Am I doing that? It’s so loud…! I know that sound, that’s—… I’m…[/i]\n\nThe possibility pinkened Tits’ cheeks. The fact it was coming from hir made it personal. Shi felt several emotions crash into each other. Confusion, delight, recognition. Shi was purring. \n\nShi couldn’t help hirself. Shi pressed needily into Briar’s fingers, rubbing them against the grain of hir cheek fur, purring louder and longer. Shi’d been too distracted to really think about things like affirmations, names, gendered qualities, but this kind of attention brought it to the fore. With it came an immediate, physical response, a brimming affection that turned hir into a mess of gender fluids.\n\n[i]That’s me. I’m purring.[/i]\n\n[i]Shi called me a Tits and I’m purring, because.[/i]\n\n[i]Because I’m a boobmew [b]girl[/b]…[/i]\n\nA point of pleasure bloomed in Tits’ hips, spurred by hir acknowledgement. Something tight squeezed in the soft places of hir sex - an oversized prostate, possibly, or something else unique to furry physiology - and a crackle of sensitivity traveled the length of Tits’ firm yet veinless, completely smooth and pink girldick all the way to the cut glans at the very end. Shi lurched into that feeling, holding onto it, holding onto the counter, hir body tense and face tight-\n\nAnd then shi heard a splatter. Tits bit hir lip. Shi heard it smack the underside of the counter, and then slapped the stone and the hardwood lacquer once, twice, three times. Shi felt a clarifying relief wash down her back and pool around her toes, the warmth of freshly dispensed affection, and felt hir bottled up emotions come out as a satisfied sigh.\n\n“G-god.” \n\nIt should have been humiliating. Surely, you’re not supposed to cum in front of people. All over the floor too? \n\nIt didn’t seem to matter. Shi breathed in hir scent, and felt dizzy from it.\n\n“I’m…” Tits stammered, self-conscious. Shi was dizzy with elation. Shi almost laughed. “Purring~...”\n\n Semen pooled around hir feet. Shi came, and on feelings alone no less. Girlspunk had been ejected from hir overactive testicles and was now drooling all over the lobby floor. It stank with sweet notes of a flower bed, of fruits and syrup and lavender, effuse in its smelly texture, and the puddle seeped towards the nearest drain grate like spilled cream. \n\nIt was a lot. Gallons, in fact. Gallons of churned cum now oozing off the siding and filling in an off-white puddle. This was more than shi could have expected, more than hir previous self had ever cum before, at once and at all, and all because hir name sounded pretty.\n\nPart of hir felt a pang of reflexive shame. Another part, still reeling from hir accidental orgasm, felt [i]alive[/i].\n\nIf shi could cum on a hair trigger and feel this good, what would a dedicated JO session feel like? Buried deep in hir fixations and riding waves of pleasure to a toe-clenching conclusion? Better yet, what would sex feel like? Real, actual, honest-to-goodness hyper-on-hyper sex?\n\nThe thought glittered in the back of hir mind.\n\n“Tits it is then~,” said Briar affectionately. Shi winked, and knelt for a rag to wipe the counter down. “Y’all best get started to your room. We’ll get this cleaned up, don’t you worry.”\n\nTits nodded dreamily, barely hearing hir. “Alright, haha…~”\n\n“One more thing, though, before you go - could I get your measurements?”\n\n“My measurements…?”\n\n“S’for your room key, darlin’.”\n\n“OH. Right. Ahh…”\n\nIt took a moment, but Tits remembered. Shi leaned in and whispered. Briar bent down, listened, then nodded and turned back to the board (missing the floor pot again). She took a keychain off the rackboard with a label that matched her cup size. Room 81-JJ.\n\n“Oh, and take a program while you’re at it,” Briar added. \n\nShi gave Tits a pamphlet. Tits took it absentmindedly as shi wandered off in the vague direction of the guest suites, wobbling like a cum-addled compass needle. \n\n“Itinerary starts at 11!”\n\n\n\n\n[center][t]OMNI GROVE PARK INN[/t]\n—— Monday Itinerary —— \n~hosted by the lovely Briar~\n\nHyper || Kink || Culture || Politics || Hobbies\n\n\nNew Guest Orientation \nBriar - Meeting Hall\n11:00-11:15\n—\n-\n\nMorning Aerobics at the Pool, followed by communal shower \nIngrid the Orca - Main Pool\n11:00 - 11:45\n—\n-\n\nContinental Brunch\nEnglish Breakfast - Dining Hall West\n 12:00-12:30 for 10-20ft, 12:30-1:00 for 20ft and up\n—\n-\n\nFreestyle!\n—\nDickmeasuring Contest - Buck Callaway (Room 102; 1:00-2:30)\n-\nAnh Minh’s Birdwatching Club - Anh Minh (North Gazebo; 1:15-3:15)\n-\nSeminar: Transformation Literature and Workshop - Abigail Linh (Heritage Ballroom; 1:00-2:50)\n-\nHike Through the Hills - Briar (Assembling in the lobby; 1:15-4:30)\n-\nMacro Monday: An Introduction to Sizeplay - Dragon Princess Chloe (Rear Lawn; 1:00-2:15)\n-\nTesticular Yoga - Instructor Sylvie Fluffbottom (Ballroom 1; 1:30 - 3:30)\n-\nEnjoying and Becoming Pregnant Women - Hana the Fox (Ballroom 2; 1:45 - 3:30)\n-\nTransition QnA and Workshop - Multiple (Ballroom 3; 1:30-3:30)\n-\nArt Trade Symposium - Violet Skunk (Ballroom 4: 1:45-3:30)\n-\nNonbinary Expression Through Condoms and Jerseys - Raine the Doebuck (Ballroom 6; 2:00-3:00)\n-\nDoug Winger Appreciation Hour - Franziska Westminster (Ballroom 1; 3:30-4:30)\n-\nSculpting with Gideon - Gideon (Ballroom 2: 3:30-4:30)\n-\nThe Grand Opera Holodeck Dating Environment - Duchess de Balzac (Sammons Wing lobby; 1:00 - 4:00)\n-\nProgressive Action Organizing - Representative Patricia Saurass (NC-12) (Rockefeller Solarium; 1:00-3:00)\n-\nAfternoon Tea Time - Franziska Westminster (Rockefeller Solarium; 3:30-6:00)\n-\nSkinny Dipping in the New River - Briar (New River Pier - 5:00-6:00) \n-\nAnime Club Movie: Revolutionary Girl Utena - (Cinema 3; 2:00-4:00)\n-\nAnime Club Watches: First Four Episodes of Dandadan - (Cinema 3;4:00-6:00)\n—\n-\n\n \nDinner\nVegas Buffet - Dining Hall East\n6:00-7:00 for 10-20ft, 6:30-7:30 for 20ft and up.\n—\n-\n\nDJ Mixer\nTetzlcoatl - Vanderbilt Wing\n7:00 to 12:00\nAll Genders Welcome\n—\n-\n\nSpeakeasy Holodeck Dating Environment \nDuchess de Balzac (Sammons Wing lobby; 8:00 - 12:00)\n—\n-\n\nAll Day Facilities\n(open all hours and maintained continuously by Inn staff)\n—\nOpen Spa - Spa Building\n-\nOpen Gym - Vanderbilt Wing Gymnasium\n-\nOpen Arcade - Sammons Rhododendron Suite\n-\nCommunity Stage\n-\nCommunity Swimming Pool\n-\nFree Projectors - Cinemas 1, 2 and 4\n-\nMacro-Friendly Golf Facility\n(back/front 9 or 18 holes)\n-\nDrawing Room § \n-\nGrand Library with Private Rooms\n-\nThe Winged Lion’s Tailory and Alterations Market*§ \n-\nSnao’s GRO+ Injection Counter*§ \n-\nCafe Cicero Coffee Bar*\n-\nThe Topline @ Omni Grove Park Restaurant and Grill*\n(kosher, halal, vegetarian, vegan and keto options included!)\n-\nSunset Cocktail Bar*\n—\n-\n*room service applicable\n§ all transformations temporary OR permanent on request[/center]\n\n\n\nThe Omni Grove catered to an exclusive clientèle. Within that narrow slice of the population, however, lay a broad milieu of shapes, colors, sights and smells unique in every respect. Hundreds of different orientations, genders, plumbing configurations and aesthetic preferences, scaled or furred or finned, expressed themselves inside its halls, breasted and cocked. There were too many to count. \n\nTits found hirself in the middle of it. Shi drifted under looming shadows that giggled shortly afterward at hir gaping mouth. \n\n“Hey sweetie!”\n\n“Wow, shi’s floating~”\n\n“Ohhh, hir tail is adorable~!! Look at it go!”\n\n“Pretty parade balloon…”\n\nShi had gotten lost on hir way to hir room. Normally, this would have been the point to ask the other patrons of the hotel where to find room ‘holy fucking shit you’re huge,’ but Tits had trouble focusing. Doors were open, patrons were chatting. The halls went on in every direction, and in every direction there was dick.\n\n“Where… I’m… sorry, I have to… um…”\n\nShi tip-toed underneath the chest of a hyena pornstar standing in front of her room, clad in a leather jacket and smoking an E-cig. Her collar, barely visible past her underboob, identified her as ‘SPIKE.’ She chuckled darkly upon seeing Tits come out from underneath her and mussed up hir headfur with a plump paw. Then she muttered something saucy enough to make hir heart want to explode. \n\n“THAT’S OKAY. MAYBE LATER???”\n\n“Anytime.”\n\nShi scurried off to chortles and laughter from the other obscenely gendered furs. It was always someone’s first time at the Omni Grove Inn.\n\nThe patrons were staggering. Briar set the standard, but what Tits saw here was beyond words. The surgical team at the Omni Grove had done a good job of bringing out the energy that made furry art eclectic, finding novel ways to represent line thickness, color grading and proportionality in a reality that rejected both out of hand. It shouldn’t have been possible with current medical science, and yet it hung plumply in front of hir face. Styles ranged wildly from the unwaveringly realistic therian ideal to classic cartoons, storybook fable creatures, Maid Marian foxes, Baloo bears, renaissance Disney-alikes, pocket monster watercolors in various degrees of ferality, Mobians, album cover creatures, chakat taurs, modern OCs pulled from lush reference sheets, and e621 sex gods puffing on cigars and wearing leather belt loops loaded with wrapped condoms and holstered sex toys. The unfiltered gamut of expression, anywhere and everywhere, encompassing the vast extent of the furry community, and it was all right in front of hir.\n\nShi recognized almost every style. There was a Doug Winger fur for every Pawberry and Volkenfox. A Gideon stud or Jollyjack amazon for each Robertge shortstack, chatting conversationally while their nuts dragged on the floor. \n\nHow exactly shi was familiar with furry artists eluded hir, but it seemed silly in retrospect. Shi came to a furry spa. Of course shi would be one. Of course it’d cater to gigantic representations of themselves.\n\nAnd those representations breasted together boobily. There was hardly a body without boobs. Some sported pornstar falses, swollen like balloons with silicon pumps. Some had natural perk jutting out five feet forward and five feet across, lighter than air. Some were almost pecs, flat moobs rippling with muscle or sagging with fat, blessed with tender nipples in colors complimentary to their flesh. Some had piercings. Some were obscenely natural. Some had a pleasant, exaggerated sag that drew the eye to shiny, dimpling mom bellies and firm dad guts, riven by treasure trails. Some were degrees smaller than the child-bearing hips and round cheeks marking out greatly exaggerated pear and apple figures. They fondled their fat packages without much shame, sizes graded seemingly by the owner’s particular gender preference, where the intricacies of length, softness and inherent aura decided pronouns at a glance. Clothing seemed optional. Shi could find any combination of lace thong, panties, briefs, skirts, shorts, dresses, bath towels, and jeans, whose shafts implied themselves through subtle shading or blatantly stressed bulges, or were simply left hanging out, gratuitously self-evident, in order to soak up admiration and preface a date to a white dinner.\n\nIt was the speciation among sex organs that truly fascinated Tits, for understandable reasons. There were plenty of species here. Everywhere shi looked, shi found new endowments to gawk. A few were at eye level, some below, most far above. Fifteen feet tall put you on the smaller end of the pack. There were big jock cocks and little princess penises tied off with ribbons. There were girldicks and man-clits, bristling with pubic fur. There were demure chastity cages and chunky, swaggering cock rings. There were scrotums in black lace nutbras and garterbelted penises dressed to intimidate. There were puffy sheaths rimmed with plush fur, built like satin pillows with a surprise inside, and thigh-filling dragon testicles painted with striped scales. All kinds led seamlessly to a second mound behind their initial taint where a mons sat, labia and clitorises proudly ensconced, as loose or as tight or as thick as desired, a reflection of the loose liminal boundaries of sex and gender.\n\nNo one seemed bothered by it. No one seemed self-conscious of their overt sexuality, or if they did they hid it very well. Guests moved between their assigned hotel rooms and the rolling coffee bar, flirting with one another, confident in themselves, openly lusty and touching each other. They complimented their penises, bared their breasts, and touched each other and themselves. There was commotion over ‘the new girl’ but beyond that, life went on like they’d never been human.\n\nThe thought rang in her ears. Never been human. Formerly human. No longer human. \n\nThere was only one thing they could be. Themselves.\n\nTits’ brain rejected this conclusion, in spite of (seriously) compelling evidence, though that was less out of obstinance and more from sheer overstimulation.\n\nShi had to find hir room.\n\nBusty anthros heckled hir from either side.\n\n“Hey girrrl! Love those cans you got there!”\n\n“Feels good to be naked, huh?”\n\n“Look, hir penis is hard.”\n\n“Someone lose a stray balloon~?”\n\nTits blushed furiously, drifting past them at a slow, levitating crawl as if shi were doggy-paddling through the air. Ignore it. Smile and wave. Please don’t paint the floor again. Hir penis felt like a rudder, ragingly stiff and pointing straight down toward the floor.\n\n“Isn’t shi the new girl?”\n\n“YES! Shi came in this morning. You know, shi flooded the drains in the lobby. Such a fertile little pocket monster.”\n\n“See how shi squirmed when you called hir girl?”\n\n“Oh, I KNOW. It’s adorable.”\n\nA shiver of gender euphoria prickled down hir back and up hir length. They found hir adorable. Spent spunk dribbled out of hir cumslit and landed between hir feet, the product of a far faster refractory period than hir mind was prepared to deal with.\n\n“H-hi please, um.” Hir keycard floated, orbiting around hir, hir mind psychically fidgeting with it.\n\n“It’s your bra-size, honeybear,” said a bottom-heavy apatosaurus Tits had to crane hir neck to make eye contact with. The rest of her was a horny blur. “You’re in the hundreds!”\n\n“Right! Right, ahh.”\n\nShi cupped hir tits, trying to remember the number Briar gave hir. Siiiiiize… mmh, 80? 83?\n\n81! That’s it.\n\nTits ducked for the stairs and went up a flight. The room numbers ascended the smaller your cup size, which made sense if you didn’t think about it.\n\nWith some luck, shi squeezed between two chatty zebras at the top of the stairwell, ducking under the arch of their frotting marecocks, and pressed hir keycard to the reader. After a short pause, the lock clicked and shi pushed her way through hip-first and slammed the door behind hir.\n\n“AHH. Hoo. F-finally…”\n\nThe sound from outside softened to a low hum. Tits slid down to the floor and tried to ignore how big of a grin shi had on hir face.\n\n“It’s so much…” Tits muttered. “This place is…” Shi considered several words. ‘Beautiful’ was too much to concede, ‘big’ was too obvious, and ‘strange’ felt presumptuous. Eventually, shi decided on: “Interesting.”\n\nShi picked hirself up, feet sinking slightly in pristine carpet. The room afforded to Tits for hir stay was expansive, big enough for Tits to wonder if shi overpaid. A California king bed sat in the middle, really more of a prince even at hyper sizes, with a Cherokee nations quilt spread across it and a Goodwin Weavers cotton throw folded at the foot. Hir suitcase was there, and what shi recognized to be hir human clothes, dry-cleaned and scaled up massively. Around the room, wide curtained windows let the mountains in, giving hir a scenic view of the rolling hills around the resort and the valley around it - small by hir standards, but then shi’d dominate any main street like this. There was a flatscreen set on top of a dresser drawer, no telling how many LCD cells were in that, but it was one of the only modern appliances among the retro standing lamps, an oak desk, three separate upholstered day chairs and what looked, funnily enough, like a typewriter mount. These days, the holes were taken up by USB ports and charging stations. \n\nAll of it was size appropriate.\n\nTits peered around, unsure how they scaled the building materials up, or how they got hir size right, but they did it. By volume, hir room was probably the size of a small tennis court, but it felt snug and cozy, just big enough to stay in. It looked functionally indistinguishable from your average above-rate room at a rustic local inn, if you didn’t count the tiny service doors built in the walls and Tits didn’t, though shi did worry about seeing a busty duende in the middle of the night.\n\nShi looked in the bathroom and groped for a light switch. When shi found it, compact fluorescent bulbs lit up above the marble sink and cast the toilet and double-shower in cool white light. Just above the cistern, what Tits initially thought was a condom dispenser turned out to be an intricate vacuum tube system with a keyboard on the side, a track pad and a mini-LCD screen which identified it as the ‘TOILETRY AND SEX TOY FABRICATOR.’\n\nShi decided to leave it alone.\n\nTits turned the faucet and splashed hir face a few times. In the mirror, hir new Mew features glistened like they were real.\n\nBecause shi was real.\n\nAll of this was real.\n\nBut try telling that to Tits’ inner monologue. The person inside Tits - if there was much of a difference between a furry and their fursona, let’s call them the ‘human’ in this metaphysical relationship - was still catching up. They were still making sense of the past few hours, the way humans make sense of things. You couldn’t blame them necessarily. This was the combined effort of hir nervous system and the kinesthetic ghost underneath, things doctors couldn’t touch with a scalpel or whatever they used to make hir dreams come true. \n\nPut another way, you could call it ontological inertia. Years of living in a world without hyper furs created certain expectations. It made you cautious. This new, loud, overbearing world, this loud, sensitive body - they didn’t make sense to someone used to the mundane, the routine, the antidote to fantasy. Hir human sensibilities simply didn’t know what to do with it all. The Inn had been increased in size in order to translate spatial relationships into a way shi could understand, but there was still a sense of gravity missing, a fundamental lack of consequence. \n\n Shi didn’t have a clear idea of what shi looked like before due to the anesthetics, more a suspicion, but chances were shi didn’t look this… no, not perfect. Don’t use that word or you’ll make it true. No, shi didn’t look this emphasized. It stood to reason that shi had to be more normal, as much as reason wanted to sit back down and let this be right. The catlike triangle face and the pointed ears and the thin waist and the long tapered tail between her, all that - those weren't supposed to be there. None of this was supposed to be there.\n\nSo what [i]was[/i] supposed to be there?\n\nThe human drew a blank. It wasn’t hir fault. There was a void where hir mundane humanity should have been, which felt way too exciting to be normal. Hir breath caught in hir throat, taking hirself in. Hir former self wasn’t pretty. Wasn’t [b]big[/b]. Remembering it would only be a downer. No, the face presented to the mirror, drawn eyes pink and bright, was hir only reference point, the fixed point in hir local universe.\n\nWhat a time to have an existential crisis. It was a mild one thankfully, and for all its gripes, it didn’t scream, or throw a fit, or assert adamantly this isn’t me, because it remembered hir sketches. It remembered drawing this face on a tablet, this button nose, these eyes, these pointed ears, this round pink head with innocent, friendly shapes.\n\nShi gripped the sink bowl, suppressing a low, throaty moan in the back of hir throat.\n\nProbably the most obvious part of this arrangement, especially with a sumptuous shiver rippling through hir system ([i]not human, no longer human, never human, why am I so turned on right now[/i]) though was that it felt good. \n\nAlarmingly good.\n\nIt was like shi somehow slipped into a better version of hirself’s shoes. The limits were gone. Hir wistful daydreams were standing there, right in front of hir with an expectant smile, as if giving hir permission to abandon hir responsibilities to hir old life and explore this body as much as shi wanted.\n\nSo shi did.\n\nHir hands ran down hir face and neck, ruffling down to the grain of hir fur. Shi swept them down hir neck, over the clavicle, and around the expansive sides of hir pink breasts, and lifted them up to the mirror for inspection. They blocked the bottom third completely. Shi then let them drop, and they audibly bwoomped back into shape, gaining visible slosh for the brief moment shi expected to see it, and then settling back into their perfect hyper perk seconds later when hir latent psychic abilities asserted themselves again. The nipples on the ends went rigid, tingling with promise. \n\nShi didn’t realize how long shi’d been staring until shi noticed milk lines trickling into the sink.\n\n“They’re so…” shi said dreamily. “I mean, they’re mine. They’re whatever I want to call them, right…?”\n\nYes, ‘tits’ described them perfectly. Tits grinned at hirself. Tits. Huge, pastel pink pillows. Boobs so many times bigger than hir head, they had separate zipcodes. Imagine what they’d look like in lace, or stuffed in a giant onesie, or covered in semen.\n\nHir human side rankled. It wasn’t comfortable with all this Mewboob business, especially those wandering thoughts. It said ‘that’s not possible,’ and ‘that shouldn’t happen, physics shouldn’t work like that,’ and ‘you’re too big’ in urging tones. The counterargument was a crashing wake of positive affirmation, hitting hir at mach yes.\n\nAnd then hir penis! Gods, hir girldick. Shi cupped hir hands around the base and stroked reverently, proud of how it came out. A reciprocal shiver made hir toes curl. There was still some girlcum stuck to hir glans, which was flared more like a normal girlcock instead of the nearest anthro equivalent, barbed or otherwise. No extra features marred its smooth, flawless outline. An aerodynamic penis for a big, floating girl.\n\n“Penis.” Shi said aloud, blushing but feeling a shudder of gender tickles. “Girlcock.”\n\nGirlcock. The word insisted upon itself. Girlcock. Every time Tits looked at hir gigantic sex, the gender seemed self-evident, core to its presentation in some way shi couldn’t quite see. It looked girly. It sounded girly. Really, it felt girly, like hir womanhood deserved obscene silk lingerie and chocolates. The scent was undeniably femme, clinging to hir pubic fur like perfume. It evoked strong feelings, elation, a titter in hir chest, the urge to pick out a dress and kick hir feet, in ways a male dick or even an enby dick couldn’t (however you quantified them). \n\nWas it the Mew attached to hir? Was it the overall image? Or was it just hirself? Shi couldn’t say. All shi knew was that the scrotum to the smooth pink shaft to the frenulum and the perfectly heart-shaped head now currently pressed against the cabinets underneath the sink, half-erect and fully eager, could only be feminine and could only belong to hir.\n\nThe thought teased hir. Shi saw hirself bunch up, that bashful look on hir face. As if the idea of a penis being feminine was that hard to grasp. It was quite easy to grasp actually. Shi was doing it right now.\n\nMilky beads dripped from hir slit. The droplets oozed towards one of the floor drains, as rich and virile as ever. Shi noticed that thinking about not being human anymore made the turgid girlshaft firm up. Tits indulged the feeling, taking a breath that made hir breasts rise and sink.\n\n“No longer human. Former human.”\n\nHir voice echoed back to hir off the bathroom walls, quietly eager. Shi felt hir ears buzz, and hir skin prickle with another wave of goosebumps, tickling hir pores bottom to top. Hir girlcock was especially interested. It wobbled slightly in hir hands and left a streak on the paneling, threatening to go fully erect.\n\nThat should have been concerning. The humanity part, not the girlcock part. No trouble there. Shi had been a human, right? Right?\n\nShe/her, after a fashion.\n\n[i](He/him could have been right too but that was too overwhelming to think about.)[/i]\n\nBut shi couldn’t be sure. That was the trouble. Shi didn’t know. Hir long-term memory was checked out at the moment. Humanity though, that felt like it had to be foundational. Shi might have not enjoyed being human, but surely, surely hir anxiety had a reason to be worked up about this. Shi should have been rifling through hir belongings right now, looking through hir photo roll for someone who fit that person-shaped shadow in hir self image, trying to piece together a line back to personhood, but the motivation simply wasn’t there. Shi was staring at hirself, with a mix of awe and wonder, and at the generous possibilities of hir stacked cleavage. Shi looked like a pure expression of sexuality. Object and subject of hir lusts, gender-fluid and high femme. A walking contradiction only possible with furry art. \n\nAnd not a scrap of humanity anywhere.\n\n“I’m…”\n\nShi licked hir lips nervously Shi ran a hand through hir thigh fur, following it to the edge past the width of hir shoulder, and struggled to imagine life without fuck-me-hips. \n\nThat’d mean life at the scale of the doctors. Life without hir namesake. Shi couldn’t conjure it.\n\n“… I’m… me…”\n\nThat’s it. Those were the words shi needed right now. Me. This is me. There is no other me but me, and the me in front of me is a boobmew named Tits. That name was a godsend. Shi had to thank Briar later because wow, it fit hir identity like a key. ‘Tits’ cut through so many layers of narrative, the story shi told about hirself, and went straight to the core. It described hir unflinchingly, unflatteringly, what shi really was underneath. It didn’t matter what it was before. It didn’t matter who - or what - shi was before, because shi transcended those limitations. ‘Tits’ came out the other side, shedding hir old self’s learned defenses and bodily compromises for a pure, incandescent core.\n\nTits glowed with femininity. Every part of hir, every ounce of hir. Girl and femme and femme and girl.\n\n“I’m… I’m Tits…”\n\nHir chest swelled with emotion, and then something else swelled between hir legs. Shi knew what it was. Shi couldn’t stop it if shi tried. \n\n“I’m… TIIIITS~…”\n\nShi bent forward, widening hir stance and hissing through clenched teeth. Hir boobs spilled into the porcelain sink bowl, overflowing either side with nips sticking straight up. Hir ass hiked up as much as it could with wobbly knees and clenching girlnuts, tail shooting to attention. The tremor of gender became a roar in hir ears, spots and flashes in hir eyes, and the wonderful tension in hir hips closed like a knot. \n\n“Not hhhhuman… hhhahh… I-I’m… ahhh~…”\n\nHir eyes lidded. All over, everywhere and everything became a white hot point of feminine enlightenment.\n\n“TITS!”\n\nHir cock, which up to this point had been shaking like a giant pink tentpole, discharged. Cum sprayed from the distended slit, covering the cabinet doors. Shi felt backwash roll past hir ankles. Shi heard it hit the wallpaper behind hir and the tub, and the loud gurgle of backed up testicle pipes push through rope after rope at high pressure like an open fire hydrant. Tits’ mind was somewhere else, gone, washed out with the rest of hir senses. This was different from hir accidental orgasm in front of Briar. It snuck up on hir then, hit and ran like a bandit when shi came down. This felt like shi’d never come down, like shi’d have to spend hours cumming before it stopped.\n\nHir hands grabbed each side of hir penis. No - hir hands were elsewhere, a glowing aura of pink psychic power encircling hir girlcock like an onahole. Shi slid forward, bent double, quivering, convulsing, wracked with pleasure. Hir nipples hardened mightily, stiffening with a slight curve as a double knot of pressure in each boob squeezed tight and pumped raw feeling through to the tips until it crested, and hot milk splattered the mirror, the marble counter, and the outlets for good measure.\n\n“DON’T (MMGHH) STOP…!”\n\nSeismic quakes of gender euphoria fogged hir brain. Clenched fingers dug holes in the counter surface, riddled with cracks, which only served to remind hir how powerful shi’d become, how height and latent psychic power were part of gender too, and the cycle started all over again.\n\nShi stroked and squeezed. Hir mind pumped up and down, telekinetically milking hirself. The drains in the hotel bathroom burbled, but they were too slow to keep hir bottomless capacity from spilling into the suite and forming a warm puddle engulfing hir feet. \n\nThen and only then did hir body begin to relax.\n\n“Hooo… oouughhh, goodness. Note to self, don’t do that too often… or if you’re going to do it, pick a private place first.”\n\n‘Fuck that’ said hir nervous system bluntly. ‘Let them see me. Let them see how much of a girl I am…’ \n\nIt was already eager to run it back. Hir girldick, hanging roughly half-mast, shivered with tiny aftershocks, ready to go again. Tits bit hir lip, and resisted temptation. \n\nIt might have been minutes. It felt like hours. Hir senses eventually went back to normal. Tits panted heavily, coming back to hirself lingering in the fog of her own sweet-smelling cumfunk, which had a pleasant vanilla base and intoxicating notes of chamomile. The smell filled the bathroom and gradually smothered the Febreeze mountain pine scent mister in the power socket until shi couldn’t sense it anymore, and shi had a nose for that sort of thing. \n\nTits stood up unsteadily, feet splashing in excess. Hir fur shined with perspiration. Hir assets bounced slowly, generously, and settled again to hir immediate delight. Without thinking, hir back end lifted, and shi was once again floating in midair, assuming a lazy doggy-paddle position.\n\n“Wow,” said Tits, lacking anything else to add. Passion made a lump in her throat. “W-wow…~”\n\nMaybe hir opinion would change later. Maybe shi’d reconsider, and the novelty would’ve worn off. But simply by pursing hir lips and clicking the T in ‘Tits,’ shi took all the built up angst clogging hir system and just let it go.\n\nAll over the shop. Tits blushed furiously, looking down at the two-toned puddle where cum and milk mixed in a heady-smelling soup.\n\nShi remembered there was a hotel around hir. That could probably wait, at least a little while. If shi was already overstimulated, imagine what it must feel like out there.\n\nShi could still hear it through the walls, now that hir ears weren’t full. Flirty conversations came through every now and then, mixed with the indefinite presence of easy-listening music and mid-century Colombian cumbria, not piped in but authentically echoing through the halls. If the schedule said anything, the Omni Grove was always like this. Always busy, always sex forward, always erotic. \n\nTits took it out and read it again, then checked hir phone. The display said 11:14. Morning swimming exercises were already underway. That explained all the bikinis and speedos out. \n\nWell good luck with that, shi thought. \n\n“I’ll just.” Shi paused, searching for a complimentary towel that hadn’t been soaked through. “I’ll stay here. Yeah. The drains’ll clean this up. I’ll just order some room service and turn the TV on, play with my boobs a little.” That didn’t feel right. Shi tried again. “Achem. My gushing girltits. My giant, jiggling blimps. Hhoo, yeah. Okay, much better. What was I saying? Right, um. Staying in. Maybe we could interrogate my inner thoughts a little, and maybe poke our head out. No rush. Let’s just take this one tiny paw at a time…”\n\nShi smirked at the paw mention, and the fact nothing about hir was tiny except hir snatched waist, but overall it didn’t sound a promising start. Shi still had a lot to learn, though, so taking the prudent approach felt reasonable. But was anything here meant to be reasonable? Wasn’t shi supposed to be mingling? Seeing what the hotel had to offer?\n\nBefore shi could answer that, shi heard a knock at the door. \n\nTits ducked out of the bathroom. Was that guest staff? Shi cupped hir snout, wracking hir brain for an excuse. “Busy!”\n\n“It’s your neighbor! I heard you screaming about Tits across the hall! I think that’s hot.”\n\nThe voice on the other side had a proud, husky quality, instantly girlish but with a dash of Brooklynite in the accent. Tits’ face turned completely red.\n\n“Yeah, that was me…” shi admitted.\n\n“You got a minute? I was ‘boutta head down to the pool and realized I didn’t have a partner.”\n\nPart of Tits wanted to say no. Fortunately, it wasn’t a large part. Shi floated over, flicked the lock on the door handle and cautiously pulled it open.\n\nHir vision was filled with dogboobs.\n\n“Hey tiny. You look like you had a good time in there, hun, holy shit.”\n\nSmaller details filtered in between mammoth jiggles and tight-sounding creaks from a deeply taxed bikini top. Cool lavender undercoat. Furry poms wrapped around slender wrists. An updo, thickly moussed. A long snout ending in a dignified black nose. A full mane of blue fur plunging into her (and it definitely was her) pillowy cleavage wrapped around each shoulder like a mink boa. She looked like a cover model for an alternate reality where poodles ruled the world, and Oliver & Company got a warmer reception. Specifically, she looked like one of those indolent yuppies living in a New York penthouse, equal parts 80s sleeze and consumerism, wrapped in a callous smirk made for soaking up luxury. She was also 21 or 22 feet tall, and had a panty-defeating sheath aimed right at Tits’ face.\n\n“Uhh.”\n\nHir heart pounded.\n\nGod, what if—\n\nWow, that thing is—\n\nWow.\n\nHer bottoms did their best to make it look decent. They really tried. But the fuzzy ring pressed sluttily over the top of the elastic band, thick as a travel pillow and probably more comfortable. The straps were way too small to prevent her girltesticles (categorically gendered; they were downright demure compared to some of the monsters Tits saw on the way here) from hanging from either side and spilling into her lap, seamlessly plump and fully firm. To call them scanty would have been an insult to microthongs. And that was with those absolute knockers hanging overhead, several letters lower on the cup chart than Tits’s on a good day.\n\nIt’d only take a minute. Just peel her underwear down, make out with it. \n\nWho’s going to stop you?\n\nTits shook the thought out of hir head before it had time to root. Shi stared up at hir neighbor, who was having a great time taking up the doorframe.\n\n“Hi,” shi said, barely choking it out. “I-I’m Tits.”\n\nHir neighbor gave hir a toothy grin. “I heard. Hi Tits.”\n\n“Hi.”\n\nShe offered a heavily manicured paw. “Franziscka Westminster. I’m gorgeous.”\n\nTits looked at it and shook. “I can see that.”\n\n“I bet you can, pretty girl.”\n\nThe paw slipped seamlessly out of Tits’ hand and cupped hir chin, tilting it slightly. Tits inclined hir head to match, flustered in record time by this casual display of ownership.\n\n“You gotta last name, you busty little thing?”\n\n“No uhh. No?”\n\nTits breathed sharply, and giggled, already lightheaded again. Shi was practically on the balls of hir feet. “I-i-it’s just Big Tits the Boobmew.”\n\n“This fine with you by the way, Big Tits the Boobmew?”\n\nTits blinked. “What?”\n\n“Man-handling you. I run this bitch, and your penis is hard, but it’s important to ask for consent, y’know?”\n\nTits nodded quickly. “Y-yes, this is fine! You’re pretty. You’re really pretty. Y-you’ve got a big girlcock.”\n\nFranziscka fluttered her lavish eyelashes. They glittered with overdone eyeshadow. “Thank you! You’re not bad yourself. Not as pretty as moi, let’s not get carried away, but you’re an adorable plus one. Like I said, I run this bitch. Nine years running, nine years fucking, regular guest. Still haven’t chipped a nail.”\n\nOhhh, that confidence. Tits basked in it, almost jealous of how easily vanity came to her. Shi could just imagine a cigarette holder in one paw, fuming softly, spoiled rotten in every way.\n\n“I was… just…”\n\nFranziskca raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Just what? Go on, girl, spit it out. Cum already, for christ’s sake.”\n\nHaahh, that tickled something, Tits sucked in a gasp and forced hirself to stay under control. “… this is my first day. I’m a little overwhelmed, to be honest with you. So I. I’m staying in for the first day.”\n\nFranziscka tilted her head, ear raised. She leaned down to Tits’ level, until hir chin sat at the start of her pillow trench.\n\nThere was one thought going through Tits’ head at the moment. It was monosyllabic. \n\n[i]aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—[/i]\n\n“… respectfully,” said Franziscka, eying Tits like her next trophy girlfriend. “I decline.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“You’re coming with me, Boobs.”\n\nYes! “Wait, but—”\n\nTits squirmed in Franziscka’s grip, unable and not really wanting to get out of it. The poodle sighed theatrically.\n\n“You’re not going to get a taste of paradise stuffed up in your room, girlfriend. Get out, come on! We got water pilates and shawarma, and look at you, absolutely famished!”\n\n“Well I did cum twice in the span of thirty minutes…” Tits conceded. Shi glanced back, looking at the accident shi left in the bathroom. “I do need breakfast.”\n\nFranziscka made an obscene gesture with her padded thumb and forefinger and throttled an imaginary dick in front of her mouth. “Same. We could both use a pick-me-up. Once they see you with me--”\n\n“They?”\n\n“The boys,” said Franziscka offhandedly.\n\nTits’ heart stoked like a furnace.\n\n“Boys?”\n\n“Boys, girls, girlboys, boygirls, transvestites and transsexuals, enbies and thembies, queens and kings, studmuffins and plain old studs - doesn’t matter. Anyone who’ll paint your tits white. I mention boys because you look like the kinda girl who digs hyper-exaggerated gender roles.”\n\nTits felt gravity become a little more optional again. Shi rubbed hir arm, trying not to look like a complete mess. “Wow. Read me like a book, huh…”\n\nThe poodle thumbed up towards her forehead. “You were projecting your thoughts a little, too. I started seeing big, jiggling pink boobs in my head and figured something was up.”\n\nHir face flushed scarlet and shi let out a little gasp. “W-was I…?!”\n\nFranziscka laughed. “Don’t tell me you forgot you were a Psychic-type…”\n\nTits flicked hir ears back, curling hir tail around hirself apologetically. “Maybe.”\n\n“Well hey! Don’t sweat it. That just makes you special… and honestly, broadcasting ambient horny is kind of hot.” Franziscka thought for a moment, then grinned. “Hey, if you’re a Pokemon, maybe you need a Trainer for the day. What do you think? You’re my property, and property gets special treatment. Bukkake facials and dates at the pedi spa~.”\n\nFranziscka winked, in case shi couldn’t tell this was an act. Tits could, but shi appreciated the candor. \n\n“We’ll get you a swimsuit at the pool, see how you like it out there. Aren’t I generous?”\n\n“You are, but—…”\n\n“But what, honey? What do your fat fucking tits crave right now?”\n\nTits squeezed hir tail to hir chest. Was shi really about to give in that easily? Let this stranger lead hir around and talk about hir body like shi owned it? Hir heart said yes and hir head also said yes. Really, the only dissenting vote was hir self-conscious anxiety, which felt prudish by comparison. \n\nShi took heart. Franziscka mentioned the pool. Shi wouldn’t be the only one there. Shi counted almost a hundred guests around the suites, give or take, so shi was bound to run into other furs there, at lunch, even over the course of that frankly staggering itinerary Briar grave hir.\n\nMaybe this was what shi needed after all. Yeah. A good push would do hir good, get hir out of hir comfort zone and into hir- well, hir comfort zone. If shi had any familiarity with Furaffinity, and could identify so many furry artists by their style, then this was hir scene, hir world. It made sense to be adventurous, or as adventurous as hir brain wanted to be before it needed a break from all the noise.\n\nWhen shi put it that way, the commitment almost felt manageable.\n\nShi tiptoed towards the hallway. Shi tiptoed a little more, and a little more, until shi was out of her room and Franziscka was standing next to hir with the biggest snout-splitting grin, dogcock beginning to peek from its sheath.\n\n“Now,” said Franziska, making a conscious effort to dominate sightlines and loom appropriately. “You got your key? You’re not getting your hooters locked out of your room on my watch, jigglekitten.”\n\nTits looked down into hir boobs, where shi’d left it. Shi reached in, plucked it out and showed her the keycard Briar gave hir. “Yep! It’s this one, right?”\n\nFranziscka’s eyes sparkled. “Marvelous!”\n\nShe clapped her hands together, and hip-checked the door. It slammed into the frame so hard the hinges rattled.\n\n“Let’s give you the tour!”\n\n\n\nOnce they were out of the residential suites, the atmosphere grew warm again. The glow of the Omni Grove touched everywhere and everything, creating a singular ambiance that was somehow wholesome, liberating, flirty and pin-me-to-the-wall-and-breed-me-stupid horny at the same time. It did it without losing the core of its identity, the sense of space and character afforded by an alpine-Appalachian luxury hotel, reclaimed from history and furnished with a fresh coat of spunk for the generation who best stood to inherit it.\n\n“Stick those penises up in the air, folks. I wanna see you raaaaise your legs! That’s it, that’s it! Hold it…! Just like that. Grow with me. Feel your bulges expa-aaaand...”\n\nThe pool was among the more visible luxuries. The Omni Grove’s daily itinerary set time aside every morning for exercise at the Inn’s retrofitted Olympic pool, expanded to meet the occupancy needs of a mid-sized football stadium in a hundred or so hyper furs. This, while not mandatory in its own right, collected enough of the Inn’s guests in one place for the purpose of facilitating encounters. Starting conversations, trading business cards, sucking breasts, teasing each other, groping each other, sharing cigarettes, sunbathing; whichever tickled your fancy. Most furs jumped in the pool to get their calisthenics in for the day, though that wasn’t always or even mostly for the fitness benefits. It was voyeurism, pure and simple, the chance to see and be seen.\n\n“Now roll those shoulders. Thrust out your chest. Work out the kinks in your muscles. Get up on one toe, just one toe. Let your breasts keep you buoyant… Think bigger thoughts. Grow. [i]Grow[/i]…”\n\nTits closed hir eyes and imagined hirself floating in the pool’s competing currents. Shi was rapidly getting used to floating. Hir powers made any exertion a choice, and even in a denser medium like water, things like feedback and sensory texture were largely voluntary.\n\nHir tits did most of the work. They kept hir buoyed, gliding on the pool’s surface like a skimmer. Ingrid, the lifeguard, a powerfully built orca with the embodied majesty of her chosen cetacean, guided the session from her crow’s nest at the deep end, which at fifty feet high was about half as tall as her, give or take. This did not account for her absolute spire of a swimsuit bulge, whose flared glans blocked out the sun and cast a long, phallic shadow over a good chunk of the Inn’s pool, following the lurid curve of her latex-clad cockhead. Rumor around the pool said she was a sensitive, hair-trigger orgasm kind of woman, and whenever you smelled a luscious seabreeze drift in, you can be sure she came a little. The underside of her suit swelled gradually, holding in her spunk like a full-body condom.\n\nAcross the pool, Tits got cat-calls. Bashful whistles and gasps, naked encouragement, a round of applause when hir tits splashed and churned foam. Hir onesie creaked underwater, straining to contain hir enthusiasm which was sandwiched between hir breasts and pushing through them, fountaining out of hir cleavage. At any point, shi could will it to snap. Franziscka told hir about it offhandedly. Every swimsuit at the Inn was made of a patented supernylon, formulated to withstand enormous internal and external pressures. It could grow to any size, stretch as much or as far as deemed necessary, and could fit any number of aesthetic preferences for tasteful nudity, at least until the owner decided it was time for an ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction. Their clothes, then sensing the change in intent, would reduce the slack and give the wearer exactly what they wanted.\n\nSnap. Pop. [i][b]BWOOMP.[/b][/i]\n\nTits wasn’t ready for that level of exposure, decent or not. With that many eyes watching hir, eating hir figure up, shi might cum right there.\n\nThis proved not to be an issue for Franziscka, who let her bikini straps pop at the first sign of attention.\n\n“Oops!” she cooed, not even trying to be subtle about it. “Well now I have to let the girls out to play, don’t I? Haha~…”\n\nShe threw her hair back, then dived and breached the surface, doing her best Baywatch vanity shot. She showered Tits and the swimmers around them in chlorine and cum-smelling water. The scent was too intoxicating to put into words, and the glisten-shine of water droplets on Franziscka’s perfectly round, pornstar dogtits, gleaming in the morning sun, stuck in Tits’ mind long after shi got out and toweled hirself off.\n\n“Wow…”\n\n“Staring’s free, but do pick your jaw off the floor, darling.”\n\nIn the changing room afterward, shi discovered hir bra no longer fit. Shi then discovered to hir blushing shame that hir room number had changed as well, with the number on her room key now 85 instead of 81.\n\n“What…” Tits’ cheeks turned red again.\n\nFranziscka leaned over hir shoulder and tapped the card self-evidently. “Numbers are based on your cup-size,” she said. “It’s dynamic.”\n\n“So what does that mean?”\n\n“I dunno. What do you think it means, Boobs?”\n\nTits sputtered. “I asked you!!”\n\nShi looked down at hir breasts, trying to find where those four extra inches went and only managing to lose hir feet again. They seemed bigger. Shi was pretty sure they were, but shi was also sure swimming in spermy water didn’t cause any mutations. That would have been on the safety policy by the gate.\n\nDid yearning make them grow?\n\n[i]Ohhhh no. No way.[/i]\n\n[i]No freaking way.[/i]\n\nThat couldn’t be it. Yet the truth was there, pinching into hir back, hir bra clasp noticeably tighter than it’d been before shi changed out.\n\nA pang of euphoric jealousy hit. Shi bit hir lip, and a dark spot spread inside her bottoms, leaking like a faucet.\n\nFranziscka whispered. “You’re a natural.”\n\n“I learned it from watching you,” Tits quipped, turning hir head away so the poodle couldn’t see hir stupid, lopsided grin.\n\n“By the way, you have a fanclub waiting outside.”\n\n“Fanclub?”\n\n“Newbies and wallflowers,” said Franziscka, retrieving a blazer from the community 3D-printer and sliding it over her shoulders. “The ten-footers. Give’em a kiss on the way down to brunch, they’ll never stop thanking you.”\n\nTits blinked. Shi had fans?\n\n“… what should I wear?”\n\n“You?” Franziscka examined hir. She felt the boobmew’s curves, running her paws up the sides and cupping hir fantastic namesakes with an appreciable level of care. Their balls knocked together, her tits brushed and pressed into Tits’ back, and in that unexpected moment of intimacy, shi almost let Fran have her way with hir.\n\nInstead, Fran clicked her tongue.\n\n“Nothing. Go naked.”\n\nHer thick fingers squeezed supple, warm titflesh. Tits whined, tail lashing between both their legs. \n\nShi felt the ground disappear beneath hir feet again.\n\n[i]Fuck, she’s got my number. Not again.[/i]\n\nTits kicked idly, trying to maintain a modicum of decency and not float away. Franziscka tittered with transparent pride.\n\n“Damn girl, calm your fuckpuppies. I just said nothing.”\n\n“Nothing… mmphh… that’s not fair…”\n\nShi heard Franziscka titter behind her, and then heard the slow zzzzzip of hir onesie coming off. Her huge pink breasts sagged visibly, before hir powers remembered gravity was a suggestion and lifted them back up. Franziscka tenderly shimmied the rest of Tits’ loaner off, taking her time with it and reprimanding hir for such a silly mistake. \n\n“Tits don’t need bras, do they? Especially BIG ones like yours, with all that comfortable perk and weight. They’re a cum canvas. They need all the attention they can get. Flaunt what you got. Don’t hide it. Be proud, be loud.” \n\nTits couldn’t believe what shi was hearing.\n\n“And clearly, if you wanted to be modest and wear something, you wouldn’t have asked me for an opinion. Floating around at eye level, ass up and penis out, shoving your bits in everyone’s face? Sounds like you’re [i]demanding[/i] this, you busty psychic floozy. So there~.”\n\nTits weighed hir tits gingerly in hir hands, easing off hir psychic abilities to give hirself a better sense of their weight. It made sense. Modesty was a human construct, after all. It was all tied back into those preconceived notions of allure, eroticism, unspoken assumptions. They signified class, embodied desire in meaning, but that meaning was a good deal looser in a world without restrictions, a world where furs could exercise complete control over their sexuality. You didn’t need to wear anything, except what turned you on, or what made you the object of someone else’s attention. Tits knew this deep down, of course, shi suspected as much - but to hear it from Franziscka, phrased as a command, that changed hir perspective. \n\nShi pulled the thread on hir inhibitions just a little bit further. The thought made hir giddy, and shi couldn’t help but give a girlish giggle.\n\n[i]Go naked.[/i] \n\n[i]Let your Tits hang out.[/i]\n\n[i]Your innate femininity.[/i]\n\n[i]Everyone will notice. They can’t not notice you.[/i]\n\n[i]Everyone will look at you and think about you and remember you in god knows how many different poses. The ‘you’ they see and keep with them is a slut, like you, because you know what you are, and the embrasure of meaning through experience is all that matters here.[/i]\n\nTits shuddered. Hir body leaked from multiple holes, responding to the revelation with another hit of satisfaction.\n\nFranziscka cupped under hir chin and pulled hir close, drawing hir snout toward hir enormous dogballs for a breath of courage. “Nothing more feminine than being a big, floating pair of boobs for people to enjoy.”\n\nShi didn’t have to be told twice.\n\n\n\nFrom that point on, Tits was Franziscka’s plus one. As assignments went, it could’ve only gone better if shi had a collar and a leash. There was talk and serious consideration of such, but then they got lunch and met Tits’ new fanclub, and that tabled the conversation in lieu of many, many french kisses and many gropings.\n\n“Mmmh!”\n\n“Take your time with hir!” Franziscka advised between strawberry vodka shots. “Shi’s a delicate slut! Call hir a girl while you’re at it!”\n\n“[i]Franny…![/i]”\n\n“Shi loves it! Look how big hir penis is!”\n\nThere were some initial worries about the logistics of the place. The Inn was organized into four main facilities, five if you counted the lawn, arranged like an upside-down trapezoid. There was the lobby up front, guest suites to the west with a cafeteria campus, the event hall to the east split up like a convention center into several ballrooms, and then the day spa to the north, down a terraced back patio of steps, which had the Inn’s olympic pool. As far as Tits was aware, the Omni Grove had a map, and thus had all the incumbent traits of a place rooted in reality. Square footage, concrete distances, that sort of thing.\n\n“Obviously we’re bigger, but you can only scale up so much before everything starts to feel cramped. I mean, take the lot. It says here the Inn does macro.”\n\n“They do, I’ve seen it.”\n\n“Wouldn’t we run out of space?”\n\n“What’s missing on that map, Blimps?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Look, honey. Check the bottom left corner. By the way, you’re dribbling fuckspunk, and it smells absolutely fragrant. Props to your ref sheet.”\n\nTits checked again. Sure enough, there was a scale at the bottom, except it didn’t have measurements.\n\n“... I don’t get it.”\n\n“How long did it take for us to get to the pool?”\n\n“Five minutes?”\n\n“And how long to get to lunch?”\n\n“... five minutes…”\n\n“So how long would it take to get to ahh… let’s say the convention center.”\n\n“...”\n\n“Five minutes that’s right.”\n\n“That doesn’t make any sense.”\n\nFranziscka wagged a padded finger.\n\n“Think of it this way - remember the pool?”\n\n“I remember it vividly,” said Tits with a dreamy look.\n\n“Did anyone look too tall to tread water?”\n\nTits thought back and tried to remember. Actually, no one was too tall. The water level was always waist high. This despite the fact that guest heights ranged wildly from ten feet to twenty, up to the size of a broadcast tower. \n\n“... How do we fit?”\n\n“We don’t ‘fit’,” Franziscka explained. “The Inn fits around us. See, we’re creative people, all of us. Even the ones who can’t draw have more than enough creativity to wax the floors here. Pop quiz - what’s the Omni Grove’s mission statement?”\n\nTits quickly texted Briar, whose number shi got after a quick run-in by the public breeding station. Shi got a response back instantly.\n\n“It’s ‘we’re here to help you grow into your dreams?’”\n\n“And what’s the consistent thing about dreams?”\n\n“That they don’t play by the rules of cause and effect?”\n\n“Close enough! Everything in the Inn is a five minute walk because that’s what it should feel like. Never too close, never too far. Just enough to give the impression of distance. Not to say we can’t break that distance when we feel like it - obviously we can - but this space is designed to curate our needs first and reality second.”\n\n“Does that mean we’re…”\n\nFran tilted her head. “We’re what?”\n\n“We can be anything? Any size we want to-...”\n\nTits blinked. By just imagining hirself growing bigger, shi made hir chair squeak, and felt her ass cheeks pillow into the corners just that little bit more.\n\nFranziscka gave a knowing grin.\n\n“Careful babe. You grow too fast in here and you’ll break through the roof.”\n\n“OKAY THAT’S NOT FAIR,” Tits squeaked indignantly. Shi turned beet pink. “DON’T PUT THAT IN MY HEAD…”\n\n“Or what? You’ll loom? Shower me in debris? Cover me in your shadow? Please, darling, I know exactly what I’m doing.”\n\nTits whined, but the damage was done, hir penis lurching out from underneath the opposite end of the table to meet Franziscka’s waiting hand. Shi’d be thinking about that all day…\n\n\n\nWhen lunch was over, Franziscka made an offer to guide hir around the event hall. Tits balked at the idea initially, worried she’d already gotten hir fill of the Inn and needed a day with Netflix to cool off, but with a little urging and some badly needed praise, hir nerves eased up a bit. Shi got hir second wind, and once they were in, Fran began to introduce hir to some of the Inn’s colorful residents.\n\nFirst, they found Violet to hear more about the daily activities. Violet was a willowy, navy-hued Doug Winger skunk with flowers in her hair and a bust perpetually at risk of bursting through her top, a particularly colorful and pretty scent cloud trailing behind her like a Looney Tunes bit. The Inn had hired her last fall to do orientation, and they were lucky, since Violet had a way of appealing to every orientation regardless of gender. She spoke flirtatiously, with vigorous scent notes and constant jiggle, and met every quip with a flirty bon mot that made Tits wriggle and flounce in return. Shi got lost in the skunk’s tail, burying hir snout into the striped fur until shi couldn’t see daylight, before Violet had to take off. Something about a hiking trail and covering for Briar at the check-in desk. Tits didn’t quite catch the specifics, too busy appreciating the complex scentplay to think properly.\n\nThey bumped into Patricia Saurass mid-seminar. A transfemme member of the US House of Representatives (NC12), she was part of the politically active side of the community, and Tits caught onto her civilian identity almost immediately. She came to the Omni Grove between congressional sessions and awareness campaigns to unwind with scale rubs and increasingly absurd macro adventures, though Tits wouldn’t have recognized her at all if it weren’t for her connecting the dots. Her towering height as an Apatosaurus made the Inn struggle to create a level medium, moving the convention center’s roof around every time she entered a new ballroom to accommodate for her sixty foot plus stature. She confessed her name was based on a pun she wrote in the 80s that made it into a furry scene, but had become so ubiquitous online and at the Inn that it stuck, and even turned her on.\n\nWhen the seminar concluded, Franziscka tugged Tits into the class next door, dragging the floating cat in by hir penis like a balloon on a string. This turned out to be a testicular yoga class with Sylvie Fluffbottom, who introduced herself warmly. She was a sheep mom with a smooth fuchsia coat and a fetish for bodyswaps as well as yoga sutras applied to often-neglected stress areas, hers being the kegel muscles. Tits’ testicles were full again by now, and so agreed under pressure. Shi found the experience of pulling hirself face first into the Balasana and emptying hir pent-up ballsack incredibly enlightening. \n\n“N-nhhhaaaaahhh~”\n\n“Very good job, Miss Boobmew! Your fo~oooorm is imma~aaaaculate!”\n\nWith hir hips limbered up and the far wall of the yoga studio punctured, Tits left Franziscka’s company and wandered aimlessly. As she’d astutely noted, distance didn’t matter. The movie theaters were next to the arcade which was next to the classrooms and the library, always within a reasonable expectation, although sometimes they were just far enough to give time for a sexy strut between. \n\nOn the way, shi met Tetz(lcoatl), a winged snake covered in religious tattoos and possessing the figure of a fertility idol with an ineffable gender configuration. It/they/she/zer were setting up their DJ booth for the set in front of the main hall that night, but had a moment to talk. They shared stories, some of which Tits adlibbed and some shi remembered from the roleplays shi’d done back home, over Discord and Skype, occasionally F-list. They in turn taught hir many things about the Inn’s services, including what they called an ‘instanced transformation circuit.’ This was a matrix applied to all guests with wifi access, allowing consenting parties among the Inn’s various transformation-oriented subcultures to overwrite each other’s bodies, species, even their minds with full reversion support and consent privileges. It was a pretty tight piece of tech, they had to admit. The staff supported it with venues across the lot that catered to the staples of the genre: ‘magic’ clothing stores, potion kiosks, a GRO+ laboratory, even a laser tag arena with TF ray guns and built-in timers that could simulate permanency.\n\n“All that’s downstairs.”\n\n“Downstairs where…?”\n\n“Downstairs.”\n\n“Uh. I thought it only went upstairs…”\n\n“Chat, shi doesn’t know.”\n\n“???”\n\n“Ah, you’ll find it. Don’t be a stranger. The demiurge thrives on the stillness of spiritual beings, that stupid bitch.”\n\nShi came away with the sneaking suspicion that Tetz was one of the Inn’s bigger TF-heads.\n\nOn a lark, shi went out on the terrace, and met Anh Minh by the sunbathing solarium. Minh was a dusky lory with a wildlife camera for birdwatching from inside, and too much ass stuffed inside a pair of too small khaki shorts, which the techs had engineered to be as tight and visibly ready to burst as feasibly possible. Her tail feathers and bulge made it risky to stand behind her, pressing against the seams from every conceivable angle. This was despite the fact that clothes couldn’t fail without the owner’s permission. Minh didn’t begrudge Tits for that; the strain was intentional. She did tease hir for it, though, and incidentally convinced hir to add much more ass fat to hir already caked up cheeks. Tits loved the way they jutted prodigiously out behind hir like perfect, stapled-on spheres. They appeared even more outrageously fake than most of the actual fakies clapbouncing around.\n\n On a whim, shi went from the terrace to the top floor of the event hall, and met the Duchess de Balzac in a fully realized holodeck chamber. Balzac was an Afghan hound, the indolent, old-money diva to Franziscka’s manhattan yuppie princess, and she bathed in the lap of luxury every day. She smoked from a cigarette holder, wore long gloves and silk ball bras, and spoke with an accent thicker than her already significant testicles, bigger than Tits’ tits in every sense of the word. She pulled Tits through several scenes with her clique of turn-of-the-century otakus and romantics - opera houses, speakeasies, cruises in the Caribbean, cabarets, casbahs and Shanghai clubs - and passed hir around like a blunt. Every one of Balzac’s rapacious girlfriends sampled poor Tits, tasting hir lips and copping a feel for their latest toy. Overwhelmed by their generosity, Tits couldn’t help but oblige. Shi was more than a little touch-starved, and the tenderness from the yoga class was wearing off enough for hir to crave unfettered attention.\n\nAt some point, they let hir go. Tits bumbled out of the holodeck, snout, balls and breasts covered in lipstick marks. \n\nSo vague and foggy was hir mental state for the next hour, shi couldn’t remember where shi went. Shi was relatively sure shi ran into a princess on the back lawn, whose name Tits had trouble recalling (maybe it was [i]just[/i] Princess), except it wasn’t a princess as much as her glittering fairy tale slipper. She remembered gigantic eyes with glowing limbal rings, a sparkling dress fit for the Burj Khalifa, long blonde hair like a waterfall, dragon scale tastefully applied to human skin, and a multi-layer dress the color of a perfect sapphire. Shi definitely remembered the aura of exalted femininity when the princess’s lips pursed and asked ‘Did I startle you?’ Tits couldn’t remember hir answer. It probably wasn’t anything. But shi remembered the clouds parting, and would later go to bed thinking about dragons and tented dresses… \n\nThen, dinner. Tits didn’t check the time, but it looked vaguely like sunset. Franziscka caught up with hir in the infirmary and took hir back to hir suite for a shower and a quick, steamy jerkoff session therein amongst the suds and hot water jets. With the drains properly clogged, Tits got out and changed hirself into more formal wear for the evening (a collar). Shi followed Franzciscka to a spot on the map labeled ‘the subterran terminal’ and after a minor revelatory moment took the escalator down.\n\nIt was there shi found [i]the mall[/i].\n\nIt seduced hir immediately. Hundreds of storefronts wound around a glossy megastructure interior, leased out to imaginary owners. Everything was automated. The halls were full of imagined guests in the form of shades, projections, mannequins and doubles, meant to simulate traffic just after peak hours. Between them were other guests at the Inn, easy to spot, and there were quite a few. \n\nThe pair spent their evening down there, walking the length of a Sears-alike, dining and dashing at different faux Michelin Star restaurants, absorbing the distinct late-century affluence through speckled carpets and classic rock standards piped through tinny loudspeakers. Every so often, they came upon a venue staffed by another fur, but the listed hours were nonsense, not meant to hold anyone to a schedule, and any venue with an open kiosk was free game if you felt the urge to play out a job at the perfume counter or a high-end clothing chain, the operator of a mechanical spa chair equipped with over fifty-six (!!) different tools to [i]please[/i] its occupant. These ranged from 3D-printed silicone dildos and high-powered wands to vacuum-sealed milking tubes and mating stations, built to demonstrate your prowess as a public spectacle. \n\nMost of it was for show. Clothes were meant for your stay. Items like purses, bags, consoles and TVs were labeled with warnings not to take them outside the Inn’s boundaries, lest they disintegrate in your hands. Food couldn’t be taken past the escalator, disappearing as soon as you made it topside. While there were gift shops stocked with inventory you could take with you back to the surface and the real world beyond (the conversion chart shirt sizes made hir laugh out loud, then blush), they hardly cost anything. In fact, nothing in the mall had a definite price tag. Everything that mattered was charged in imaginary amounts, and bought with credit cards issued at the turnstile. \n\nTits wondered how anything managed to stay in business. Then shi figured it out. As with everything else, the mall was a design choice. There was no money being exchanged here, only the act of exchange. There was no buyer’s remorse because there was nothing to lose. The only thing that mattered was the experience of being rich enough to afford whatever you wanted. The mall wasn’t a temple to capitalism so much as it was a reflection of the social spaces that used to exist. It was a scene built for the expressed purpose of walking through it with your besties and reliving an era that no longer existed. \n\nTits lost track of time again and again. They wandered the various departments, erections leading the way, jiggling from aisle to aisle with no real destination in mind. Franziscka educated hir on women’s fashion - something shi needed to learn going forward - as well as hyper fashion, something which proved much easier since it was often about wearing nothing at all. Whenever a particular outfit caught hir eye, they ducked into a changing room to try it on or just to have a furtive place to masturbate.\n\nOld-fashioned clothing, jewelry and perfume advertisements goaded them on, the imagery rendered pornographic just from the hyper-sized furs featured as the subjects. The perfume counter, with myriad scents and musks, demanded a visit, as did an old-fashioned glass counter that stocked various chocolates and candies. Tits had hir ears pierced, the Renamon behind the counter staring stoically at hir but nodding affirmatively when shi inquired whether it would be permanent. A huge yet simple pair of gold hoops called to hir as if they were always meant to be there. After putting them on, shi decided the gold suited hir, and shi adorned hirself in an excess of it.\n\nThey carried their haul back upstairs in huge nests of paper bags, Dunkin cups in hand and Louis Vuitton bags strewn over their arms. It would have been the capstone of hir visit, if not for a curt suggestion made at the top of the escalator.\n\n“You got time for one more date?”\n\n\n\n\n“They call them a doebuck,” she told Tits in confidence. \n\nThey wheeled into the Omni Grove’s nighttime watering hole, the Topline, and were immediately assaulted by breakcore and throbbing bass. The low lights gave the club an enviable sense of privacy, and for every dance pit there was an isolated booth, and doors into private rooms. \n\n“Best of both worlds,” she said, “It’s they/them normally by the way, but I inquired on your behalf and he is in a mood tonight.”\n\nTits struggled to keep up. They brushed past the hips of a pear-shaped rabbit getting railed against the bar. “He?”\n\n“He. You said you wanted to meet a stud.”\n\n“I-it was really more of a suggestion,” Tits lied. Shi’d done more than suggest it. Shi practically begged for a stud at the app counter, while Franziscka navigated the interface and set hir up with a professional. \n\n“Call him that. Like I said, he’s in a mood. [i]He.[/i]”\n\n“Wait, what’s his name?”\n\nBy then, shi was getting shoved into a private room.\n\n“Raine!” said Fraziscka. “His name is Raine! Good luck!”\n\n“Ahhh, alright!”\n\nShi’d spoken about him in reverent tones. Other guests did too, mentioning him off-hand like a local celebrity. Tits didn’t see him around, but shi’d heard about what he could do through namedrops and innuendo, and unintentionally built an image of him as an overpowering figure of masculinity, a figure of myth.\n\nShi hoped not to be disappointed. Shi made hirself comfortable under bisexual lighting, sitting at the foot of a short runway with seats behind hir and curtains ahead. Club music deafened to a dull throb through the upholstery.\n\nThen the curtain shifted. Tits stacked up, eager and anxious, and soon found hirself staring.\n\n“Oh my god.”\n\nShi dropped to her knees, causing her ass and tits to clap on the way down. A great set of horns came through the curtain lining, firm, soft, fluffy, precalcified antler dressed in velvet, tips fat and rounded, comfortably androgynous and almost phallic in implication. They formed a crown, forking into two dozen different branches with differently colored condoms tied snuggly on the ends. The owner, a buck beyond bucks, regarded her thoughtfully, his eyes a shimmer in the shadow of a massively built, masculine figure, wasp-waisted and burly and musclebound, from his thick neck to his thick arms and his trim, tight stomach with a gold chain and belly piercing, and fur painted with doe white and buck bluntness.\n\nShi couldn’t make out the shape language entirely, where he came from. Shadowplay made that too difficult. But shi knew a stripper from Gideon’s Corral when shi saw one, bridle more than apparent along with a studded collar, and a graciously fat, pierced lower lip. Other parts came from different areas of e621’s stud category, including a Bambi-adjacent femininity in the way his snout was drawn. \n\nHir body knew what to do. It laid out for him, seemingly surrendering to the impulse to offer hirself to him without argument, without a second thought. Hir tail rose up high.\n\n“Oh wow, you’re…”\n\nShi watched him approach. Fat nipple studs gleamed under stage lighting. Light danced in his fur, impeccably smooth and short. His breasts hung at navel level with an obnoxious level of androgyny, neither fully masc or femme. His thighs meanwhile were dressed in latex stockings, and between them sat the impeccable sculpt of a shaft, masculine in every implication that mattered. Its glans flared pridefully, wider than Tits’ head, and the magnificent nutsack underneath gave his gait a bow-legged swagger as they rubbed against his athletic calf muscles and sloshed heavily, despite almost being as firm as Tits’ breasts and pristinely maintained. As he walked, it began to rise upwards, swelling towards the ceiling, taller than his head. His penis, huge and stiff and erect, broadcast his masculine power… and saluted hir own femininity in turn.\n\nWords failed hir. Tits’ mouth moved soundlessly, trying to find them again. They seemed unimportant right now.\n\nHow tall was he? Not much taller, realistically, but he felt so much larger, so much more instinctively gender than any one article of clothing could have expressed in concrete terms.\n\n“You’re…” Tits swallowed dryly. “Your penis. You’re Raine?”\n\nThe doebuck grunted, seemingly in acknowledgement. It wasn’t a dark sound like shi expected, some kind of huff of ownership. This was quieter, sweeter, maybe even kinder. A sign of an introspective, sensitive form of masculinity.\n\n“Big Tits?” he asked.\n\n“T-that’s me,” said Tits. The beat that followed swallowed the world, or felt like it did. “... you’re hot…” \n\nHis head turned, taking hir in. Tits shifted, presenting hir body to him, as much as he wanted to take.\n\n“... I like your penis, Tits.”\n\n“--!”\n\n“It suits you. That long, thick shaft, all smooth and heavy and pink. Smells good, too. Pretty girls like you deserve nothing but the finest, fattest girlcocks to match those blimps on your chest.”\n\nFuck. He understood the assignment. The buck knew exactly what to say.\n\nPhysical validation, verbal affirmation - it swirled in Tits’ head. Shi didn’t know how to respond to that, and only managed a weak “Yeah” and a gush of cum on the floor, which only made things even more awkward. For just a moment, shi felt like an animal who’d made a mess on the carpet.\n\n[i]fuck fuck fuck fuck[/i]\n\nHe brought his legs around hir shoulders, keeping hir head level in his hand. Hir paws reached instinctively for his cock before shi really knew what they were doing, and let hir fingers sink into the skin of his turgid meat purely for the sake of it, just to feel him. He smelled like heaven. His body had a rich, heady scent, full of natural notes, while his equipment carried musk too potent not to be noticed. It sparkled around him, this smell, a mix of floral tea notes, chamomile, sweet perfumes, and pine standing out heavily against hir own bouquet of creamy pomegranate and berry. \n\nShi couldn’t encircle the base, it was so big. It was such a loaded thing, so virile, so full of sexual energy it stood hard and ready even when he was barely aroused. It felt like a statement of intent. Erection as masculine signifier. No matter what he actually said, his dick was a notarized promise in writing to pin hir to the floor and breed hir stupid - assuming shi was okay with that and expressed full consent to be mounted like the girl slut shi was. Like, how was shi supposed to argue against that? What do you say? Grab my hair? Jack me off? Call me a girl again? You just couldn’t.\n\n“What are you going to do to me?” shi asked. Shi realized how that sounded seconds after she could take it back.\n\n“A lot. If you want.”\n\n“I love your penis, by the way. I-it’s handsome.”\n\n“Thanks. Your fur is really soft, you know. It’s like velvet.”\n\n“Really…?”\n\n“I can’t wait to cum all over it.”\n\n“Eeeeeeheehee….~”\n\nThe performance of gender is a loose subject at the best of times. As touchy as it seems on the outside, there aren’t any actual rules to what constitutes masculine or feminine behavior, at least not in a sexual sense. Gender is a construct, kink is social, and sex is a conversation. Giving and receiving are essential parts of the act, the emotional intimacy of two bodies sharing one another, perceiving one another, and enjoying the moment they make. Some of that is informed by experience. Some of it comes from hormonal needs and biological urges. How it comes together varies for each person, but when it comes to sex, the mishmash is music. Transwomen wanting to get pregnant and transmen wanting to wear a strap are reproductions of what their eyes see and their bodies want, what fulfills their being and affirms their identity, and in that turbulent truth there finds an inexplicable, inarticulate need. The need to be wanted. The need to be seen as your real self.\n\nRaine saw hir. They were both herms, both hyper, both giants relative to the world they came from, but he saw through that to the core of hir person. He saw a pretty girl, and shi saw a man.\n\nTits sat back into hir balls, treating them like an overstuffed satin pillow, and gazed deeply at Raine’s shaft. Shi glanced upward to look at him, stanced on top of hir, snout obscured by the curve of his underboob. Shi couldn’t see his face, but from the way he cupped hir cheek with his hoof-tipped hand, holding hir like a delicate flower, shi knew he could see hir, and knew what to do. \n\nHow could shi ever pay him back?\n\n“I’m Tits…” shi said, and reveled in the wake of hir name. “Listen. My boobs are big. Can I suck you off?”\n\nShi deliberated on hir choice of words. ‘May I’ felt too deferential, and ‘is it alright if I kiss it’ seemed improper, coquettish and insincere for the kind of things she wanted to do to him.\n\nHis fingers brushed through hir headfur, cupping one of hir catlike ears, and his other hand stroked his penis in quiet appreciation of hir girliness and size. Shi closed hir eyes, alone with his body heat, and his undivided attention. Shi sat there in bliss, enjoying the euphoria of being treated not just as a woman, but as an object of his desire, a flower treated with care and consideration. The intensity of the male gaze, moderated by his embrace, brought out hir intensity in kind. \n\n“Yes,” said Raine softly. “You can.”\n\nThat was all the permission she needed.\n\nHis hand moved slowly down. He wrapped his fingers under his shaft and lowered it for hir, until hir eyes met his soft cumslit. Shi stared into it, a dickhole with ridges as soft as vulva, licking hir lips in rapt anticipation. His musk was strongest here, at the foot of his dick. It was so thick she saw steam coming off his equipment in fumes that dissolved thoughts and made hir pussy ache for relief. Hir erection went rigid, pressing into his massive furry testicles, but as erections went it was hardly needed. It wasn’t going anywhere. Hir attention was squarely on Raine. An organ meant to inseminate, to impregnate someone else with hir seed, was now a pulsing neon sign, advertising hir arousal, hir desperation, hir abject lust.\n\nRaine had the cock here. Raine was the man. Shi was the woman, the girl, the blushing slut at his feet. Hir penis showed affection, demonstrated it openly while his penis was meant to be lavished, worshipped until he blew his load all over hir, and showered hir face and tits in praise.\n\nShi started slow. Eyes lidded and voice low and heavy with lust, shi lolled out hir tongue and licked around the edge.\n\nThe grip in her headfur tightened a little. His hips gyrated, gradually at first but inviting hir to keep going.\n\nSo shi did. One hand on the shaft, squeezing hard, veiny flesh, another sprawled on his thigh, fingers spread, shi made out with his slit. She kissed and licked the bumpy surface, radiating heat and intoxicating scent, and went deeper, tasting the inside like a lover, tasting his last outing an hour ago in the faint taste of spunk. It couldn’t kiss back - but shi felt his hips shift, felt the muscles in his thighs tense and his ass clench and unclench. More than enough to tell hir how good of a job shi was doing.\n\nWhat was a girl to do? How could shi not french his cock like this? This overwhelming dick?\n\nEvery microadjustment was a level of ownership. Every twitch and subtle suggestion was a message. Before shi could guess how far they’d gotten, shi was taking him. Hir mouth opened as wide as it could, and shi felt him press against the roof and hir tongue, and somehow it was always alright, always pleasurable, never to the level of soreness or pain in hir jaw. \n\nHis pubic fur came closer.\n\nCloser.\n\nWith each thrust, Tits felt it take up more of hir vision, and felt hir throat fill with him, the taste of him filling hir brain with static.\n\nCloser.\n\n[i]Closer.[/i]\n\nHis hand was on it now. It stroked, sliding in time with hir mouth. Between dry swallows and muffled moans, shi tasted his enlarged fingernails, the scent oils in his fur, in between new waves of dickscent polluting hir and asking it to respond. Shi got shivers and felt weakness in hir muscles almost everywhere, bending to the allure of his impossible hyper dick.\n\nSoon hir ears were full of nonsense. Sounds mixed with textures. Gulps, wet slaps, spit sloshing in hir mouth, the throb of hir heart beating in hir ears, sticky sweat on his thighs, and slick cockflesh mounting hir and using hir, gliding down hir throat. \n\nShi moaned terribly. Raine grunted, as if he could feel hir aching affection, grinding his hips with the precision of a dancer who did this for a living, and for all shi knew he did. \n\n[i]Closer.[/i]\n\n[i][b]And closer.[/b][/i]\n\nThere was no way to tell how long it’d been. Their stamina had been heightened by the procedure that turned them hyper and non-human and made this licentious act possible to begin with. Whatever power the hotel had to make them grow so massive let hir take a penis bigger than shi was and enjoy every moment of it. They fucked for hours, or minutes, or days, it didn’t matter which. Not to Tits.\n\nAnd throughout hir lust, one thing remained clarified, effortless in its simplicity. Shi, as a gendered being, was the peak of that gender, pressed up to the firmament of what was considered possible. Feminine yearning, feminine in distilled, feminine inside and out. Feminine unfolding, into lush and unnecessary extremes. Feminine embracing, encompassing, embodying. \n\nShi couldn’t have known back then, staring at hirself in hir bathroom mirror, that shi would have ended up here at the end of the night, enjoying and being enjoyed by a buck of this caliber, but some part of hir wanted to be here. Not here specifically, but in the grasp of euphoric excess, becoming something shi was always meant to be.\n\nHir hands dropped from his dick. Shi lowered them to stroke hir own. He seemed to understand the signal, and withdrew his long, glistening penis from hir throat and then hir mouth all together, spit strands marrying the two for a brief, bright moment.\n\nJudging from the tension wound in his legs, he was ready to blow.\n\n“Where?”\n\nTits knew the answer before shi found words for it. Shi nearly screamed.\n\n“My face. My boobs. A-all over! Cum on my tits! Cum on my tits, please!”\n\nShi sensed a nod from him, and he held his shaft like a stud. Shi leaned back to receive him, opening wide, and when he finished—\n\nIt poured over her. \n\n“Aaaaahhhh~”\n\nLoad after load sprayed across hir face, hot and heavy. It hit hir eyelids and hir lips, and shi felt the burning potency in hir nose, his concentrated masculinity too powerful to put into words. But most importantly, most vitally of all, hir tits were soaked. Thick white lines coated hir sweat-matted fur, hitting hir huge, heaving breasts like a warm shower in someone else’s fluids. \n\n“Good girl,” he said. “Pretty girl. Pretty titty kitty. This is what girls deserve…”\n\nIt poured all over hir. It poured around hir too - on hir thighs and hir girlcock, and then on the carpet around hir knees, an endless fountain of spunk.\n\nTits felt a reciprocal tension flare in hir crotch, too powerful to stop, and so let it go. Hir balls squeezed, creaking even bigger with a loud rubbery squeal, a shiver went through hir fur, and shi painted the wall of his cervine nutsack white with hot spunk, along with the actual wall behind him, and the curtains, and the stage lights. Neither of them were the type to shoot blanks. They kept erupting, on and on and on, the doebuck grunting and crooning affirmations while he blasted rope on hir tits.\n\n“Good girl… get bigger for me. Expand. Expand. Grow! [i]Grow![/i]”\n\nThe depressions in the floor around began to fill, and shi heard the drains spin up to try to contain it, but it’d be a long time before this room would be clean enough to use again. At least a half hour. \n\nThe chuckle from him afterward felt validating. Shi laid there, in his seed, basking in the heat of hirself.\n\nThe two of them were almost equal now, at least in raw size. Tits had grown in fits and spurts the whole while, outpaced by hir breasts and buttcheeks, which always took some level priority. The huge jiggling spheres had nearly doubled since when shi came in, and they gave hir a preposterously cartoonish figure that looked more of an equal for this powerful stud. Yet it was far from hir thoughts now. Shi left it behind. All Tits could think in the wake of this moment, buoyed by an intensity of feeling, was that shi couldn’t perceive hir old self anymore. Shi couldn’t see it - not past the sheer gender holding hir tight, bringing hir back to the innocence of thoughtless love. The sweet realization of euphoria.\n\nShi recognized hirself more clearly in that haze than shi ever did with the veil of respectability. Shi never would have reached this understanding without a partner to take hir there, and to Raine, shi couldn’t be more thankful.\n\nAffirmations rang in hir head, over and over again.\n\nI’m… Tits…\n\nI’m Tits…\n\nI’m [b]TITS[/b]…\n\n \n\nWith one day left at the resort, Tits had hir measurements taken. Briar spent a few minutes stretching out a tape measure along hir body in various ways, and then with a smile announced shi not only stood sixteen feet tall but hir bust, balls and cheeks measured more than double that. Then, shi told hir shi was proud of hir, and that statement more than any other was what made Tits finally break down weeping with gender euphoria and gladness.\n\nWhen Tits had dried off hir tears, Briar suggested shi cap hir stay off with a guided hike. There were a few options available for outdoor activities - skinny dipping, golf, fly fishing, motor tours, “woodland roleplay” - but the hike called to hir. As the organizer and guide, the lemur fitted hir with a backpack and expandable hiking boots, and several carabiners, as was hir right as a queer person of fur and dick. Hir breasts were big enough now that they completely blocked hir own face, but shi’d brushed away an offer of a minder since hir psychic powers and a bit of resort dream logic filled in the gap without ease.\n\nThat morning shi woke up an hour earlier than hir alarm, fueled by anticipatory excitement and a dozen feet of morning wood. Shi’d remembered obliquely between masturbation sessions and in-depth roleplay that shi had liked the local area and liked climbing it, though shi worried the size difference would make the journey up the Blue Ridge distinctly unsatisfying.\n\nShi was delighted to be proven wrong.\n\nIt wasn’t clear how, but once they were on the trail to Elk Knob, the nearest amphibolite peak in the area, nature closed back in. Shi felt spatial relationships return to a semblance of normalcy, an intuitive balance, and to hir surprise, the sensation seemed familiar. After a moment’s reflection shi recalled treasuring the outdoors as a way to ground hirself, connecting with nature and purposely distancing hirself from the stress and worries of everyday life. Only now did shi make the connection, and with hir new body it was all wrapped up with hir dreams, gender and fursona too.\n\nThough the trail steadily climbed uphill, it never felt strenuous, and none of the hyper hikers grew out of breath. The group padded along in silent appreciation, occasionally stopping to gaze at a particularly interesting sight or to look at a special flower, the constant creaking and jiggling of their enormous, looming bodies a soft susurrus of background noise that fit in surprisingly well with the birdsong and the faint sounds of a distant breeze.\n\nWhile it had rained just that morning, the lingering mists gave the hike a peaceful atmosphere, and all the water trickling down the rocky, mossy seepages and the gravel trail made it seem as if the mountain itself were breathing. Tits had elected not to wear anything save the offered backpack and boots, and as time passed the humidity soon made hir grow slick and damp to the skin. The cool temperatures felt nice, hir nipples stiff and perky and hir penis radiating its own pleasant inner heat.\n\nTheir bodies may have been twenty, even thirty feet tall, but they were at home here in the woods, no matter how big they became. Hardwood trees towered over the mountain slope, not losing one bit of their majesty even with Tits’ increased height. Flower beds brushed hir feet like tender kisses, hir heavy swaying girlballs snagging an occasional leaf and carrying it along stuck to their underside like gold stars for effort. With splashes of mud and dirty water peppering hir curves, the inconvenience of the psychic dickgirl’s enormous assets kept calling hir attention to them and offering little affirming shudders of hyper gender euphoria. Immersed in hir walk, the sensations, and the mountain around hir, hir feet remained planted solidly on the ground the entire way. Floating would have been cheating.\n\nThey passed by long, lichen-covered outcrops of rock jutting at an angle from the hillsides, all lush with ferns, and the downed trees they stepped over and passed felt majestic and forlorn. The calcium-rich soil here supported patches of special and threatened flowers, with scarlet lilies and bright lavender-hued orchids popping up the higher they went as if to say hello. Copses of red elderberries and gnarled, stunted hawthorns led higher and deeper into the unknown, the places shi used to know taking on new meaning with hir new, beautiful body as shi familiarized hirself with the place memory called home.\n\nThe Appalachian Mountains. The Great Smokies and Blue Ridge. Asheville. Brevard. Spruce Pine. Boone. This was the place shi’d lived as a human. Shi recognized the wildlife, the flora blooming in the valley, the trilliums and the pink lady slippers and the waterfall shoals meandering down to the New river, and the ambient hum of insects in summertime.\n\nThere was a crumb of truth here shi had missed. It didn’t flood back to hir, no — but once the veil of opulence had lifted, and shi let hirself reconnect with those forgotten notes, shi remembered it, like a tune on the tip of your tongue. The spark that gave fantasy its charm, and reality its beauty. The real world could sometimes be just as special as the furry one.\n\nShi crested the peak at dusk, spattered with mud and damp with sweat and moisture, more at peace than shi’d been in a very long time. Here they towered above the trees not just because they were hyper furs, but because the gnarled branches were stunted by high winds and exposure to the elements. It gave them a full 360-degree view no human could have imagined. The group stopped to watch the clouds wash across the winding valleys below and listen to the sound of the wind racing along the ridgelines. Tits panted softly, winded from the trip up and slightly sore, but the strain contributed to hir appreciation of the Inn for letting hir do this, in making the hike an exercise in nostalgia. \n\nShi felt a familiar humility here. A humility shi’d touched before, and one shi’d touch again in due time. Not as a human (though shi still felt the urge to check up on hir finances and hir situation, and was probably due to go home anyway), but as hir ideal self, the self shi knew to be true, unbound and unrestrained.\n\nA thought came to hir.\n\n“Is it too late to rebook?”\n\nBriar looked over, a pair of binoculars held in one of hir paws. “Hm?”\n\n“Aaa. Sorry. I know you’re not at the desk right now.”\n\n“I’m still on duty. Never a bad time to ask.”\n\nThey took in the thin air together, the pleasant lightheadedness of being on the top of the world. Then she said:\n\n“Costs you nuthin’. How long y’wanna stay extra?” [i]How much bigger do you want to get?[/i]\n\nTits thought about it, appreciating the lemur’s gentle smile. Shi gently cupped a cluster of bright orange-yellow Flame Azalea flowers before plucking one and tucking it behind hir ear. The world waited for hir at the foot of the mountain, but it could wait longer. This was what shi came for.\n\nShi gave Briar a warm smile.\n\n“… a few nights more ought to be good.”"
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Shi’s in perfect health.”\n\nTheir body was a footnote in things, their emotions vivid, their shape glowing in an otherwise indistinct world. Serenaded by susurrations, voices shi couldn’t quite hear. Fully relaxed and comfortable. Yes, that’s the word. That’s what shi was. Comforta…\n\nHey.\n\nHey wait a minute. \n\nRun that back.\n\nDid shi just call hirself…?\n \n“Easy now. Give hir some room.”\n\n“Giving the customer room, sir!”\n\nNo. No clearly, clearly hir internal monologue missed the memo. It’s ‘she,’ wasn’t it? Not ‘shi?’ There was practically no difference in phonemes, they sounded near to the same - yet one was miles more authentic than the other in self-portrait. Once out of the bottle, shi couldn’t rightly put it back in.\n\nShi. Hir.\n\nFemale, male. Both?\n\n“Mmmh…” Both felt right.\n\n_____ __________ licked dry lips. Hir eyelids felt heavier than they should be, while hir body felt pleasantly light. Shi opened the former slowly, and the sun overhead resolved into a spa lamp. A dozen small voices around hir hushed each other. \n\nShi noticed shi was in a white gown. Shi tilted hir snout (did shi always have one of those?) down to look at hirself, and saw a plunging canyon of pink cleavage. A pair of humongous hills with puffy caps sitting on top of hir chest, tenting tight cotton fabric and drawing long, deep shadows over the rest of hir body. The only thing shi could see clearly past it, and only when shi exhaled fully, was the blatant-looking bulge on the other side, a soft mound on two firm pillows parked between hir thighs, larger than a medicine ball. Larger certainly than the heart monitor to hir immediate right. It rose several feet in the air in a curved arc, flaccid to the end yet still audibly straining the gown whenever the sex underneath it throbbed, flaring its circumcised glans pornographically as if it rehearsed for this moment specifically.\n\nNeither seemed entirely out of place somehow. Which should have been weird.\n\n“Where did these come from?” _____ asked groggily, trying in vain to see over hir frankly ridiculous proportions and determine where she was. \n\nAn observation caught up with hir. Hir cheeks flushed brightly, as brightly as they could through fur. “And… why can't I remember my name…”\n\nShi pulled hirself up. The bed beneath hir creaked, hydraulic gaskins giving a dry rasp with the abrupt change in weight. An upscaled oximeter device on hir finger turned over. Hir breasts and bulge folded together, giving hir a unexpected shiver of euphoria that made hir hands clench up and the heart monitor rise a beat. Shi felt pointed ears twitch, taking in hir surroundings, and thick legs with pawed feet hanging over the opposite end of the bed, replete with peets, and everywhere between coated in a quarter inch layer of pink fur. Everywhere except dark pink nipples and almost dark lavender-colored cockflesh.\n\nThere were humans about. _____ blinked, gawking at them, or rather down at them. A co-ed team of Lilliputian nurses and pathologists in little white lab coats gathered around in a circular operating theatre with stepladders, forklifts and a marbled floor. \n\nThe human professionals looked up at hir expectantly, and nothing about their proportions suggested they were ones out of the ordinary. It wasn’t that they were especially small.\n\nShi was especially [b]big[/b].\n\nThe theatre reflected this. The bed, the gown and the machines around her were built to scale, meant for the comfort of a nine or ten foot tall creature. Even the double doors located at the far end had highway clearance. Useful amenities for ____’s needs like towels and cabinets matched smaller versions at ‘human’ height, located in spaces considerate of the height difference. Shi had to remind hirself this was How Things Are rather than How They Should Be.\n\nThe lead physician, an older man with a snow white beard, smiled and stepped up. “I see you’re awake. Good morning!”\n\n\n_____ stared. They barely reached the mattress. Weren’t they shocked at hir? Chagrinned? Shi’d take chuffed at this point.\n\nShi raised a pink hand and absentmindedly scratched hir cheek, looking over the semi-circle of doctors. “Good morning, um. I have several questions.”\n\n\n“I’m sure,” said the lead physician professionally. “We’ll do our best to answer them if you answer ours.”\n\n“Your question?”\n\n\n“Standard procedure,” he assured hir. “I assume this is your first time at our Omni Grove facility?”\n\nHe offered his hand. _____ looked at it skeptically, then reluctantly reached down to shake it with hir thumb and forefinger.\n\n“I-- I’m sorry, Omni Grove?”\n\n“Omni Grove Adult Therapy and Hyper Spa, Ashe County, North Carolina,” the physician explained. “It’s up country. My name is Doctor ___________, and this is the intake team. Our names are not important.” \n\nHe gestured. The doctor’s colleagues waved and nodded. His name slipped somewhere between the couch cushions of perception.\n\n“Um. Yeah sure.”\n\n“We performed the metagenetic procedure that returned you an idyllic form of self-perception, based on the F-list profile you submitted prior to your stay.”\n\n“My what profile?”\n\nThe physician’s assistant replied helpfully. “The source for these. You put hyper, Mew and herm at the top of the list, and specified….”\n\nShe took a ruler out of her coat pocket and attempted to pantomime the recommended size by drawing it, but quickly ran into the problem of insufficient armspan. She flailed, ponytail bobbing, trying to articulate the gap.\n\n“That big, haha~”\n\n _____ huffed and stuffed hir breasts under hir arms with feverishly warm cheeks. Hir buoyant boobs spilled over them with a muffled but decidedly cartoonish -bwoomp-, wider than her hips and individually several tons larger than anyone else present.\n\nSo that’s what shi was? A Mew herm? Those particular words came back to hir. Mew as in the mythical Pokemon Mew, #151, and herm as in hermaphrodite. Shi/hir. Was that the compromise between genders? A neopronoun? Did shi have both sexes?\n\n\nA cursory check and a prickle of fur on the back of hir neck told hir yes, shi did.\n\n“You’re currently recovering from the effects of anesthetic,” the lead physician said coolly, “and experiencing a form of controlled short-term memory loss. This is intentional. We do this every time. It’s to ease the process of transition to your preferred identity. Think of it as starting with a clean slate, without the baggage one associates with a previous self in the formative stages of ego development. I want you to be assured, we have taken every precaution to protect your former identity as you make yourself comfortable within our recreational facilities. When your stay is over, you may elect to return to your previous state of consciousness.” \n\n“The last thing we need to do here is take your measurements. Once we have those, you’re free to proceed to check-in, choose your name and start your vacation.”\n\n _____ felt butterflies in hir chest. Hir tail flitted happily on the floor. Shi ran a hand through hir head fur, grappling with the implications. Shi ordered this. And now shi had a vacation package at some kind of secluded resort, a facility with guests like hir. \n\n\nLike hir. Distinctly not human. [i][b]Hermaphrodite.[/b][/i] Shi filed hirself in the latter category minutes ago and didn’t regret it once. Glancing down into hir cleavage again, feeling how hir firm nuts pressed against hir knees when shi shifted, seeing huge hips, full thighs and the effortless way they filled out a figure - it felt tailored for hir specifically. A representation of hir inner self turned outward, in a way a human body with human proportions couldn’t. The proportions were absurd, comically unnatural, but that was the thrill, and now that they’d spoiled hir with this body, shi couldn’t imagine being in anything less.\n\nShi drew in a shaky breath. “Right! Um. Measurements…”\n\nShi slid hir legs over the side of the patient bed and let hir familiar-yet-unfamiliar pawpads touch marble. Coolness rippled through hir elongated soles, all the way to hir calves. Glancing down, shi took a moment to admire all of hirself, hir hands cupping and roaming. Behind hir, hir buttcheeks jutted ponderously, just as weightless and round as hir chest, and hir long ropelike tail idly trailed in the air like a flag in a breeze. Supportive doctors standing at hip level parted to give hir a wide berth.\n\nOne thing at a time, shi decided. One thing at a time.\n \n\nSeveral rounds of testing followed after that. Neurological tests, acuity tests, weigh-ins (which provoked blushing fits), measurements with tape. This was standard procedure after coming back up from an operation, but something about needing multiple doctors climbing hir body like scaffolding to confirm that yes, _____’s breasts were 90 inches after all, and hir waist was half that, possibly less, tickled hir pink. Well, pinker.\n\nIt was hard to be more pink than a towering Mew.\n\n _____ was, according to their measurements, ten feet tall, or three hundred and five centimeters. With hir tail, that number bumped up to twelve feet and change, and if we included volume, well we’d be here all day. Beneath hir breasts, which were the only thing _____ could see past her shoulders besides hir knee-slapping hyper cock, shi was nearly as wide as shi was tall, and suffered little for it. The cow scale they used registered a mass of almost five hundred pounds overall, half a ton of hip, cock and boob, but none of it seemed to impact _____’s mobility in any substantial capacity. Shi didn’t feel it. In fact, when shi thought about it at all, hir kinesthetic senses seemed to kick in and erase any undue feeling of massiveness. One of the doctors made a comment to the effect of ‘subconscious levitation’ which felt like a reasonable explanation after freaking out about it.\n\nShi had psychic powers. More than that, shi had such complete control over them shi didn’t feel the need to activate anything. It was a part of hir. Extending hir reach, carrying hir weight, adjusting the sway and bounce of hir equipment and the force of hir footsteps until it felt right, it was all a form of expressed intent. Reality did not apply, and when it did, it was on hir terms, to hir preferences.\n\nAnother little thing to be giddy about. Shi would explore that later.\n\nWhen the medical team finished up, they handed her a manilla folder. It contained within it hir previous self’s records — foreign to _____’s experience thus far but still important for documentation - and directed hir to ‘the front desk,’ like shi knew where that was.\n\nIt took some pathfinding through the medical wing to get out. Shi wandered through twenty foot halls, querying very busy, very courteous medical personnel who somehow weren’t intimidated by a Mew twice their size, and looking through hir cleavage to avoid bumping into them. The ‘excuse me miss’ and ‘pardon me ma’am’ they politely appended to their responses did not strictly help hir find hir way, but they still stirred up butterflies in hir stomach.\n\n[i]Miss? [b]Ma’am?[/b][/i]\n\nThey were strangers, yes, but it felt somehow intimate to be noticed like that. \n\n[i]Yes, I am a miss[/i], hir heart said, [i]and no, I don’t mind. Whatever gave you that idea? Just. Just keep calling me that. If you could.[/i]\n\nShi didn’t say that out loud, of course, but god hir lips wanted to. It wasn’t clear if this feeling came from a prior lack of misses and ma’ams or an attraction so strong it appealed regardless of how femme shi’d actually been. Shi hoped it was the latter.\n\nEventually one of the colored paths in the tile floor led _____ to a set of heavy double doors. Shi shuffled up to it and pushed tentatively through.\n\nGranite stones lined long walls. Great windows looked out on mountain country, rolling hills and hardwood forest for miles. A flame crackled in an old fireplace the length of a minibus. Furniture flanked it from multiple angles, rustic leather couches and Rockwell recliners made of expensive-looking leather. They made way for a landing near the center of what she recognized now was the lobby, one revolving door leading to the drive-up, and the other to a terrace. Each end sat at distinctly different scales, with the former meant for loading and unloading shuttles back to town, and the latter made for things that could sit astride said shuttles. \n\nAt the far corners were a small herd of lacquered mahogany lounge chairs and tables, arranged to lend a sense of spontaneity to a curated scene. A rolling liquor cabinet was set to one side, with wine glasses of ascending size ready to be used at a moment’s notice. Next to it, neatly coiled on itself, was a shop vacuum labeled ‘the Cum Cleaner,’ and every few feet, shi saw a drain cut in the floor with a gently sloping divot, inconspicuously placed but conspicuous in its function. Smaller amenities like person-sized doors and drinking fountains were concessions more than reminders; the space was designed for anthros to inhabit first, and humans a distant second.\n\n“Geez… how much did I pay for this…”\n\n_____ stepped out gingerly, taking in the ambiance. The lobby would have been cavernous for people half hir size, shi supposed. Not to hir, though. For hir sensibilities, this was the perfect fit. The conjoined rooms connecting the common room to the lobby were empty this time of day - a little before noon if shi had it right - but shi suspected they were trafficked by anthros at peak hours. Shi listed between fixtures, running hir pink hand over smooth table surfaces, imagining the commotion. Shi absorbed the smell of wood chips and pine, picked honeysuckle and fresh Carolina rose, and noted the lack of chemical scents. No lysol aftertaste, no air freshener, not a hint of bleach or borax or ammonia. It surprised hir, but it really shouldn’t have.\n\nShi did detect semen, though. Semen, and a faint dose of musk.\n\n_____ sniffed. A breadth of weight suggested… size, and funnily enough girl. Disconnected concepts, of course, highly unquantifiable, but the more shi took them in, the more palpable and real they felt. The smells almost flirted with each other, like two girls deciding the best way to spend a night in each other’s arms. Shi felt color in hir face again, the shiver of another flush of arousal. \n\nShi let it guide hir. Shi weaved between granite pillars looking for the source of the smell, floating ass over end with hir thin tail held high and unintentionally (or maybe intentionally, you could never tell) presenting hir taint and vagina to the world. It was a while before shi saw the front lobby and check-in desk beside it, and the creature working on the other side, making notes in an accounting book.\n\n____ blinked out of hir reverie. The figure resolved into an anthro, then a woman, then the most beautiful woman shi’d ever seen. \n\nStatuesque didn’t do them justice. To _____’s ten feet, she was a giant, easily twenty feet tall if not more. Their name tag identified them as ‘Briar,’ with ‘shi/hir’ appended below, but it was a speck on the far side of a mountain of boob, set slightly off-kilter with both of hir vast tits squeezed into a crisp button-up and tie. They looked ready to spill out, straining the tiny buttons to their absolute limits. Long dark stains decorated the peaks of hir nipples, and the top of hir bust nearly obscured hir snout. Tufts of fur poked through the gaps between, white in the belly and banded running down the length of hir poofy tail. This alone would have been sufficient justification to call the clerk a bombshell — but _____ was waist high, and thus eye-level with the clerk’s enormous, shorts-warping, counter-straddling bulge, clad in generously-tight violet khaki fabric. It required more cloth than a circus tent, and even then it could barely contain the gender concentrated inside it.\n\n _____ could smell the clerk’s equipment from across the room, the pleasant reek of sexuality. That’s what that was. Penis. Shi could feel the heat radiating off the surface of hir bulge, practically inviting hir to walk up and touch it, to hold it in hir hands and covet its vulgarity. The fact the clerk was a lemur was almost secondary.\n\nIt was about this time the clerk chuckled.\n\n“Well then, I see someone’s awake. Arright, so, lemme give you the spiel - welcome to the Omni Grove Park Inn! The world’s first and only hypersexual reality spa. Would you be so kind as to tell me your reservation number?”\n\n_____ blinked, suddenly remembering Briar’s eyes were up there. Way, way up there.\n\nShi craned hir neck.\n\n“Oh! Oh um. Gosh, you’re really pretty. Gosh. I’ve never seen anyone as big as you before. I-is everyone here like this? I can’t stop staring. I usually don’t have a problem with tits and penises like yours, but they’re just so impressive!”\n\n____ flummoxed, squirming in place. Shi touched hir throat. What prompted that? And why did shi say it so fawningly?\n\nBriar beamed. “Aww! Well y’didn’t need to say. Your penis is hard. I could tell you were interested from that.” \n\nShi gave a boob-occluded gesture with hir finger. _____ followed where shi pointed, and saw hir erection coming through hir cleavage like a breaching whale.\n\n“… oh, I’m-” _____ flummoxed, reflexively covering hirself. “I-I guess it is. A-and I am. Haha~…”\n\n“S’alright!” Briar reassured hir. Shi flapped hir handpaw. The wall of flesh behind hir sloshed like a tanker truck. Hir voice had a twanging, melodic accent to it, which to _____’s ears sounded like upcountry Carolinian, born and raised hillfolk. “You’re in a good place! We don’t mind sudden erections here. The bigger, the better.”\n\nShi changed the subject as ____ squirmed with a dopey grin on hir face. “Anyway - could I get your reservation number, please?”\n\n_____ rummaged through the folder for something that might have been a reservation number. “Um! Sixty-two twenty-two?”\n\nBriar turned to consult the schedule board on the wall behind hir. How shi avoided knocking the flower pot off the counter with a swing of hir bulge, _____ didn’t know, but the slightly tempered smell was a relief and maybe a disappointment. \n\n“… I see you!” said Briar. Shi marked it off with a hyper-friendly blue marker, the same blue as Briar’s stylized undercut. She wore it with a pride that spoke to the unfettered spirit of the furry working class. “That’ll do ya! You’re right on time, darlin’.”\n\n_____ wondered. Shi looked over the counter, and found stationary, checkbooks, sanitation supplies, but no modem and no desktop tower to speak of. They must do everything analog here.\n\nBriar looked over hir shoulder, giving an easy-going smile. “Do y’all have a name picked out already?”\n\n_____ blinkered, processing the question. Right. A name. Shi was still missing one. “Wait, picked out?”\n\n“Uh-huh! Any hypers checking into the Inn have their choice’a body and name, and pursuant to that rule, we allow all guests the option to determine a new name if the old one ain’t satisfactory.”\n\n“Is that an up-charge?”\n\n“Honey, you ain’t being charged.” \n\n“Yeah okay, but.”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“But like.” _____ shrank a little. Hir tail wrapped nervously around hir leg. “Sorry. This… feels a little too good to be true, y’know. It’s a lot to wrap my bulge around.”\n\n“Head?”\n\n“Head is good,” _____ replied earnestly, before the rest of the thought got through. Hir face turned red again. “Aaagghhh, fuck~. I dunno, can you recommend one?”\n\nBriar’s tail swished behind hir, clearly interested. Shi turned and leaned against the countertop, pressing tents of boob and cockflesh together into a creaking melody of taxed inseams. _____ pricked up hir ears. Shi stared into Briar’s big eyes, unsure what to do, but sure that shi was being appreciated by another fur with taste, that shi had become an object of desire. A pulse ran all the way to the tip of hir feminine dick. Shi squirmed in place, grinning from ear to pointed ear. [i]Major Tom to Ground Control, shi’s looking at me. Repeat, I am being perceived.[/i]\n\n“Weeeeell… I think you’re the prettiest girl I seen today.”\n\n_____’s throat tightened. A thump of euphoria made hir heart swell.\n\n“… yeah…?”\n\n“And these tits you got here are awfully appealing. May I?”\n\nBriar didn’t have to ask. _____ stood straighter and nodded, offering hir… hir tits to be felt up. Briar, a responsible employee at this establishment, cupped hir handpaws under their porn star perk, the perfect roundness _____ never knew shi wanted, but felt so natural to just be. Thin fingers brushed across pink fur and salmon-colored areolae, tracing the edge with the tip of each claw. Shi was delicate like _____ was delicate. Demure, soft, blemish-free. Shi was mostly tits compared to hir vanishing waist and body. In that way, shi was liberated from the obligation to be anything other than hirself, and in Briar’s hands, it was impossible not to lean in, to soak in that recognition. _____ let hir feelings take over, let hir eyes close as the euphoric hum made its way through hir and out of hir like a current. Shi was shamelessly groping hir, enjoying hir, but somehow treating _____’s body with the respect it seemed to crave not just as a herm but as a fluster-y core of femininity. Girl in bold. Girl in all ways. Girl for touching. Girl exhibited.\n\nShi would have melted if shi could.\n\nBriar seemed to notice. After a thorough inspection, shi reached gently for _____’s chin and raised it under a padded finger. _____ couldn’t help but giggle airily, fluttering hir lashes.\n\n“Hhhaaah… mmhh, like that…”\n\nBriar mulled it over. Then shi said: “What about… Big Tits the Boobmew? You like that?”\n\nThe name went through one ear and out the other before Big Tits realized it was hirs now. That was it. No argument. No counter-offer. It slotted into place like it was always meant to be, like it had been waiting for the right combination of syllables to fully articulate the dimensions of hir identity. \n\nIt took hir breath away. Shi then noticed a rumbling coming from her chest, a low vibrating sound too deep to be a hum and too loud to be private. \n\nBriar simply giggled, to Tits’ immediate embarrassment.\n\n[i]God, is that me? Am I doing that? It’s so loud…! I know that sound, that’s—… I’m…[/i]\n\nThe possibility pinkened Tits’ cheeks. The fact it was coming from hir made it personal. Shi felt several emotions crash into each other. Confusion, delight, recognition. Shi was purring. \n\nShi couldn’t help hirself. Shi pressed needily into Briar’s fingers, rubbing them against the grain of hir cheek fur, purring louder and longer. Shi’d been too distracted to really think about things like affirmations, names, gendered qualities, but this kind of attention brought it to the fore. With it came an immediate, physical response, a brimming affection that turned hir into a mess of gender fluids.\n\n[i]That’s me. I’m purring.[/i]\n\n[i]Shi called me a Tits and I’m purring, because.[/i]\n\n[i]Because I’m a boobmew [b]girl[/b]…[/i]\n\nA point of pleasure bloomed in Tits’ hips, spurred by hir acknowledgement. Something tight squeezed in the soft places of hir sex - an oversized prostate, possibly, or something else unique to furry physiology - and a crackle of sensitivity traveled the length of Tits’ firm yet veinless, completely smooth and pink girldick all the way to the cut glans at the very end. Shi lurched into that feeling, holding onto it, holding onto the counter, hir body tense and face tight-\n\nAnd then shi heard a splatter. Tits bit hir lip. Shi heard it smack the underside of the counter, and then slapped the stone and the hardwood lacquer once, twice, three times. Shi felt a clarifying relief wash down her back and pool around her toes, the warmth of freshly dispensed affection, and felt hir bottled up emotions come out as a satisfied sigh.\n\n“G-god.” \n\nIt should have been humiliating. Surely, you’re not supposed to cum in front of people. All over the floor too? \n\nIt didn’t seem to matter. Shi breathed in hir scent, and felt dizzy from it.\n\n“I’m…” Tits stammered, self-conscious. Shi was dizzy with elation. Shi almost laughed. “Purring~...”\n\n Semen pooled around hir feet. Shi came, and on feelings alone no less. Girlspunk had been ejected from hir overactive testicles and was now drooling all over the lobby floor. It stank with sweet notes of a flower bed, of fruits and syrup and lavender, effuse in its smelly texture, and the puddle seeped towards the nearest drain grate like spilled cream. \n\nIt was a lot. Gallons, in fact. Gallons of churned cum now oozing off the siding and filling in an off-white puddle. This was more than shi could have expected, more than hir previous self had ever cum before, at once and at all, and all because hir name sounded pretty.\n\nPart of hir felt a pang of reflexive shame. Another part, still reeling from hir accidental orgasm, felt [i]alive[/i].\n\nIf shi could cum on a hair trigger and feel this good, what would a dedicated JO session feel like? Buried deep in hir fixations and riding waves of pleasure to a toe-clenching conclusion? Better yet, what would sex feel like? Real, actual, honest-to-goodness hyper-on-hyper sex?\n\nThe thought glittered in the back of hir mind.\n\n“Tits it is then~,” said Briar affectionately. Shi winked, and knelt for a rag to wipe the counter down. “Y’all best get started to your room. We’ll get this cleaned up, don’t you worry.”\n\nTits nodded dreamily, barely hearing hir. “Alright, haha…~”\n\n“One more thing, though, before you go - could I get your measurements?”\n\n“My measurements…?”\n\n“S’for your room key, darlin’.”\n\n“OH. Right. Ahh…”\n\nIt took a moment, but Tits remembered. Shi leaned in and whispered. Briar bent down, listened, then nodded and turned back to the board (missing the floor pot again). She took a keychain off the rackboard with a label that matched her cup size. Room 81-JJ.\n\n“Oh, and take a program while you’re at it,” Briar added. \n\nShi gave Tits a pamphlet. Tits took it absentmindedly as shi wandered off in the vague direction of the guest suites, wobbling like a cum-addled compass needle. \n\n“Itinerary starts at 11!”\n\n\n\n\n[center][t]OMNI GROVE PARK INN[/t]\n—— Monday Itinerary —— \n~hosted by the lovely Briar~\n\nHyper || Kink || Culture || Politics || Hobbies\n\n\nNew Guest Orientation \nBriar - Meeting Hall\n11:00-11:15\n—\n-\n\nMorning Aerobics at the Pool, followed by communal shower \nIngrid the Orca - Main Pool\n11:00 - 11:45\n—\n-\n\nContinental Brunch\nEnglish Breakfast - Dining Hall West\n 12:00-12:30 for 10-20ft, 12:30-1:00 for 20ft and up\n—\n-\n\nFreestyle!\n—\nDickmeasuring Contest - Buck Callaway (Room 102; 1:00-2:30)\n-\nAnh Minh’s Birdwatching Club - Anh Minh (North Gazebo; 1:15-3:15)\n-\nSeminar: Transformation Literature and Workshop - Abigail Linh (Heritage Ballroom; 1:00-2:50)\n-\nHike Through the Hills - Briar (Assembling in the lobby; 1:15-4:30)\n-\nMacro Monday: An Introduction to Sizeplay - Dragon Princess Chloe (Rear Lawn; 1:00-2:15)\n-\nTesticular Yoga - Instructor Sylvie Fluffbottom (Ballroom 1; 1:30 - 3:30)\n-\nEnjoying and Becoming Pregnant Women - Hana the Fox (Ballroom 2; 1:45 - 3:30)\n-\nTransition QnA and Workshop - Multiple (Ballroom 3; 1:30-3:30)\n-\nArt Trade Symposium - Violet Skunk (Ballroom 4: 1:45-3:30)\n-\nNonbinary Expression Through Condoms and Jerseys - Raine the Doebuck (Ballroom 6; 2:00-3:00)\n-\nDoug Winger Appreciation Hour - Franziska Westminster (Ballroom 1; 3:30-4:30)\n-\nSculpting with Gideon - Gideon (Ballroom 2: 3:30-4:30)\n-\nThe Grand Opera Holodeck Dating Environment - Duchess de Balzac (Sammons Wing lobby; 1:00 - 4:00)\n-\nProgressive Action Organizing - Representative Patricia Saurass (NC-12) (Rockefeller Solarium; 1:00-3:00)\n-\nAfternoon Tea Time - Franziska Westminster (Rockefeller Solarium; 3:30-6:00)\n-\nSkinny Dipping in the New River - Briar (New River Pier - 5:00-6:00) \n-\nAnime Club Movie: Revolutionary Girl Utena - (Cinema 3; 2:00-4:00)\n-\nAnime Club Watches: First Four Episodes of Dandadan - (Cinema 3;4:00-6:00)\n—\n-\n\n \nDinner\nVegas Buffet - Dining Hall East\n6:00-7:00 for 10-20ft, 6:30-7:30 for 20ft and up.\n—\n-\n\nDJ Mixer\nTetzlcoatl - Vanderbilt Wing\n7:00 to 12:00\nAll Genders Welcome\n—\n-\n\nSpeakeasy Holodeck Dating Environment \nDuchess de Balzac (Sammons Wing lobby; 8:00 - 12:00)\n—\n-\n\nAll Day Facilities\n(open all hours and maintained continuously by Inn staff)\n—\nOpen Spa - Spa Building\n-\nOpen Gym - Vanderbilt Wing Gymnasium\n-\nOpen Arcade - Sammons Rhododendron Suite\n-\nCommunity Stage\n-\nCommunity Swimming Pool\n-\nFree Projectors - Cinemas 1, 2 and 4\n-\nMacro-Friendly Golf Facility\n(back/front 9 or 18 holes)\n-\nDrawing Room § \n-\nGrand Library with Private Rooms\n-\nThe Winged Lion’s Tailory and Alterations Market*§ \n-\nSnao’s GRO+ Injection Counter*§ \n-\nCafe Cicero Coffee Bar*\n-\nThe Topline @ Omni Grove Park Restaurant and Grill*\n(kosher, halal, vegetarian, vegan and keto options included!)\n-\nSunset Cocktail Bar*\n—\n-\n*room service applicable\n§ all transformations temporary OR permanent on request[/center]\n\n\n\nThe Omni Grove catered to an exclusive clientèle. Within that narrow slice of the population, however, lay a broad milieu of shapes, colors, sights and smells unique in every respect. Hundreds of different orientations, genders, plumbing configurations and aesthetic preferences, scaled or furred or finned, expressed themselves inside its halls, breasted and cocked. There were too many to count. \n\nTits found hirself in the middle of it. Shi drifted under looming shadows that giggled shortly afterward at hir gaping mouth. \n\n“Hey sweetie!”\n\n“Wow, shi’s floating~”\n\n“Ohhh, hir tail is adorable~!! Look at it go!”\n\n“Pretty parade balloon…”\n\nShi had gotten lost on hir way to hir room. Normally, this would have been the point to ask the other patrons of the hotel where to find room ‘holy fucking shit you’re huge,’ but Tits had trouble focusing. Doors were open, patrons were chatting. The halls went on in every direction, and in every direction there was dick.\n\n“Where… I’m… sorry, I have to… um…”\n\nShi tip-toed underneath the chest of a hyena pornstar standing in front of her room, clad in a leather jacket and smoking an E-cig. Her collar, barely visible past her underboob, identified her as ‘SPIKE.’ She chuckled darkly upon seeing Tits come out from underneath her and mussed up hir headfur with a plump paw. Then she muttered something saucy enough to make hir heart want to explode. \n\n“THAT’S OKAY. MAYBE LATER???”\n\n“Anytime.”\n\nShi scurried off to chortles and laughter from the other obscenely gendered furs. It was always someone’s first time at the Omni Grove Inn.\n\nThe patrons were staggering. Briar set the standard, but what Tits saw here was beyond words. The surgical team at the Omni Grove had done a good job of bringing out the energy that made furry art eclectic, finding novel ways to represent line thickness, color grading and proportionality in a reality that rejected both out of hand. It shouldn’t have been possible with current medical science, and yet it hung plumply in front of hir face. Styles ranged wildly from the unwaveringly realistic therian ideal to classic cartoons, storybook fable creatures, Maid Marian foxes, Baloo bears, renaissance Disney-alikes, pocket monster watercolors in various degrees of ferality, Mobians, album cover creatures, chakat taurs, modern OCs pulled from lush reference sheets, and e621 sex gods puffing on cigars and wearing leather belt loops loaded with wrapped condoms and holstered sex toys. The unfiltered gamut of expression, anywhere and everywhere, encompassing the vast extent of the furry community, and it was all right in front of hir.\n\nShi recognized almost every style. There was a Doug Winger fur for every Pawberry and Volkenfox. A Gideon stud or Jollyjack amazon for each Robertge shortstack, chatting conversationally while their nuts dragged on the floor. \n\nHow exactly shi was familiar with furry artists eluded hir, but it seemed silly in retrospect. Shi came to a furry spa. Of course shi would be one. Of course it’d cater to gigantic representations of themselves.\n\nAnd those representations breasted together boobily. There was hardly a body without boobs. Some sported pornstar falses, swollen like balloons with silicon pumps. Some had natural perk jutting out five feet forward and five feet across, lighter than air. Some were almost pecs, flat moobs rippling with muscle or sagging with fat, blessed with tender nipples in colors complimentary to their flesh. Some had piercings. Some were obscenely natural. Some had a pleasant, exaggerated sag that drew the eye to shiny, dimpling mom bellies and firm dad guts, riven by treasure trails. Some were degrees smaller than the child-bearing hips and round cheeks marking out greatly exaggerated pear and apple figures. They fondled their fat packages without much shame, sizes graded seemingly by the owner’s particular gender preference, where the intricacies of length, softness and inherent aura decided pronouns at a glance. Clothing seemed optional. Shi could find any combination of lace thong, panties, briefs, skirts, shorts, dresses, bath towels, and jeans, whose shafts implied themselves through subtle shading or blatantly stressed bulges, or were simply left hanging out, gratuitously self-evident, in order to soak up admiration and preface a date to a white dinner.\n\nIt was the speciation among sex organs that truly fascinated Tits, for understandable reasons. There were plenty of species here. Everywhere shi looked, shi found new endowments to gawk. A few were at eye level, some below, most far above. Fifteen feet tall put you on the smaller end of the pack. There were big jock cocks and little princess penises tied off with ribbons. There were girldicks and man-clits, bristling with pubic fur. There were demure chastity cages and chunky, swaggering cock rings. There were scrotums in black lace nutbras and garterbelted penises dressed to intimidate. There were puffy sheaths rimmed with plush fur, built like satin pillows with a surprise inside, and thigh-filling dragon testicles painted with striped scales. All kinds led seamlessly to a second mound behind their initial taint where a mons sat, labia and clitorises proudly ensconced, as loose or as tight or as thick as desired, a reflection of the loose liminal boundaries of sex and gender.\n\nNo one seemed bothered by it. No one seemed self-conscious of their overt sexuality, or if they did they hid it very well. Guests moved between their assigned hotel rooms and the rolling coffee bar, flirting with one another, confident in themselves, openly lusty and touching each other. They complimented their penises, bared their breasts, and touched each other and themselves. There was commotion over ‘the new girl’ but beyond that, life went on like they’d never been human.\n\nThe thought rang in her ears. Never been human. Formerly human. No longer human. \n\nThere was only one thing they could be. Themselves.\n\nTits’ brain rejected this conclusion, in spite of (seriously) compelling evidence, though that was less out of obstinance and more from sheer overstimulation.\n\nShi had to find hir room.\n\nBusty anthros heckled hir from either side.\n\n“Hey girrrl! Love those cans you got there!”\n\n“Feels good to be naked, huh?”\n\n“Look, hir penis is hard.”\n\n“Someone lose a stray balloon~?”\n\nTits blushed furiously, drifting past them at a slow, levitating crawl as if shi were doggy-paddling through the air. Ignore it. Smile and wave. Please don’t paint the floor again. Hir penis felt like a rudder, ragingly stiff and pointing straight down toward the floor.\n\n“Isn’t shi the new girl?”\n\n“YES! Shi came in this morning. You know, shi flooded the drains in the lobby. Such a fertile little pocket monster.”\n\n“See how shi squirmed when you called hir girl?”\n\n“Oh, I KNOW. It’s adorable.”\n\nA shiver of gender euphoria prickled down hir back and up hir length. They found hir adorable. Spent spunk dribbled out of hir cumslit and landed between hir feet, the product of a far faster refractory period than hir mind was prepared to deal with.\n\n“H-hi please, um.” Hir keycard floated, orbiting around hir, hir mind psychically fidgeting with it.\n\n“It’s your bra-size, honeybear,” said a bottom-heavy apatosaurus Tits had to crane hir neck to make eye contact with. The rest of her was a horny blur. “You’re in the hundreds!”\n\n“Right! Right, ahh.”\n\nShi cupped hir tits, trying to remember the number Briar gave hir. Siiiiiize… mmh, 80? 83?\n\n81! That’s it.\n\nTits ducked for the stairs and went up a flight. The room numbers ascended the smaller your cup size, which made sense if you didn’t think about it.\n\nWith some luck, shi squeezed between two chatty zebras at the top of the stairwell, ducking under the arch of their frotting marecocks, and pressed hir keycard to the reader. After a short pause, the lock clicked and shi pushed her way through hip-first and slammed the door behind hir.\n\n“AHH. Hoo. F-finally…”\n\nThe sound from outside softened to a low hum. Tits slid down to the floor and tried to ignore how big of a grin shi had on hir face.\n\n“It’s so much…” Tits muttered. “This place is…” Shi considered several words. ‘Beautiful’ was too much to concede, ‘big’ was too obvious, and ‘strange’ felt presumptuous. Eventually, shi decided on: “Interesting.”\n\nShi picked hirself up, feet sinking slightly in pristine carpet. The room afforded to Tits for hir stay was expansive, big enough for Tits to wonder if shi overpaid. A California king bed sat in the middle, really more of a prince even at hyper sizes, with a Cherokee nations quilt spread across it and a Goodwin Weavers cotton throw folded at the foot. Hir suitcase was there, and what shi recognized to be hir human clothes, dry-cleaned and scaled up massively. Around the room, wide curtained windows let the mountains in, giving hir a scenic view of the rolling hills around the resort and the valley around it - small by hir standards, but then shi’d dominate any main street like this. There was a flatscreen set on top of a dresser drawer, no telling how many LCD cells were in that, but it was one of the only modern appliances among the retro standing lamps, an oak desk, three separate upholstered day chairs and what looked, funnily enough, like a typewriter mount. These days, the holes were taken up by USB ports and charging stations. \n\nAll of it was size appropriate.\n\nTits peered around, unsure how they scaled the building materials up, or how they got hir size right, but they did it. By volume, hir room was probably the size of a small tennis court, but it felt snug and cozy, just big enough to stay in. It looked functionally indistinguishable from your average above-rate room at a rustic local inn, if you didn’t count the tiny service doors built in the walls and Tits didn’t, though shi did worry about seeing a busty duende in the middle of the night.\n\nShi looked in the bathroom and groped for a light switch. When shi found it, compact fluorescent bulbs lit up above the marble sink and cast the toilet and double-shower in cool white light. Just above the cistern, what Tits initially thought was a condom dispenser turned out to be an intricate vacuum tube system with a keyboard on the side, a track pad and a mini-LCD screen which identified it as the ‘TOILETRY AND SEX TOY FABRICATOR.’\n\nShi decided to leave it alone.\n\nTits turned the faucet and splashed hir face a few times. In the mirror, hir new Mew features glistened like they were real.\n\nBecause shi was real.\n\nAll of this was real.\n\nBut try telling that to Tits’ inner monologue. The person inside Tits - if there was much of a difference between a furry and their fursona, let’s call them the ‘human’ in this metaphysical relationship - was still catching up. They were still making sense of the past few hours, the way humans make sense of things. You couldn’t blame them necessarily. This was the combined effort of hir nervous system and the kinesthetic ghost underneath, things doctors couldn’t touch with a scalpel or whatever they used to make hir dreams come true. \n\nPut another way, you could call it ontological inertia. Years of living in a world without hyper furs created certain expectations. It made you cautious. This new, loud, overbearing world, this loud, sensitive body - they didn’t make sense to someone used to the mundane, the routine, the antidote to fantasy. Hir human sensibilities simply didn’t know what to do with it all. The Inn had been increased in size in order to translate spatial relationships into a way shi could understand, but there was still a sense of gravity missing, a fundamental lack of consequence. \n\n Shi didn’t have a clear idea of what shi looked like before due to the anesthetics, more a suspicion, but chances were shi didn’t look this… no, not perfect. Don’t use that word or you’ll make it true. No, shi didn’t look this emphasized. It stood to reason that shi had to be more normal, as much as reason wanted to sit back down and let this be right. The catlike triangle face and the pointed ears and the thin waist and the long tapered tail between her, all that - those weren't supposed to be there. None of this was supposed to be there.\n\nSo what [i]was[/i] supposed to be there?\n\nThe human drew a blank. It wasn’t hir fault. There was a void where hir mundane humanity should have been, which felt way too exciting to be normal. Hir breath caught in hir throat, taking hirself in. Hir former self wasn’t pretty. Wasn’t [b]big[/b]. Remembering it would only be a downer. No, the face presented to the mirror, drawn eyes pink and bright, was hir only reference point, the fixed point in hir local universe.\n\nWhat a time to have an existential crisis. It was a mild one thankfully, and for all its gripes, it didn’t scream, or throw a fit, or assert adamantly this isn’t me, because it remembered hir sketches. It remembered drawing this face on a tablet, this button nose, these eyes, these pointed ears, this round pink head with innocent, friendly shapes.\n\nShi gripped the sink bowl, suppressing a low, throaty moan in the back of hir throat.\n\nProbably the most obvious part of this arrangement, especially with a sumptuous shiver rippling through hir system ([i]not human, no longer human, never human, why am I so turned on right now[/i]) though was that it felt good. \n\nAlarmingly good.\n\nIt was like shi somehow slipped into a better version of hirself’s shoes. The limits were gone. Hir wistful daydreams were standing there, right in front of hir with an expectant smile, as if giving hir permission to abandon hir responsibilities to hir old life and explore this body as much as shi wanted.\n\nSo shi did.\n\nHir hands ran down hir face and neck, ruffling down to the grain of hir fur. Shi swept them down hir neck, over the clavicle, and around the expansive sides of hir pink breasts, and lifted them up to the mirror for inspection. They blocked the bottom third completely. Shi then let them drop, and they audibly bwoomped back into shape, gaining visible slosh for the brief moment shi expected to see it, and then settling back into their perfect hyper perk seconds later when hir latent psychic abilities asserted themselves again. The nipples on the ends went rigid, tingling with promise. \n\nShi didn’t realize how long shi’d been staring until shi noticed milk lines trickling into the sink.\n\n“They’re so…” shi said dreamily. “I mean, they’re mine. They’re whatever I want to call them, right…?”\n\nYes, ‘tits’ described them perfectly. Tits grinned at hirself. Tits. Huge, pastel pink pillows. Boobs so many times bigger than hir head, they had separate zipcodes. Imagine what they’d look like in lace, or stuffed in a giant onesie, or covered in semen.\n\nHir human side rankled. It wasn’t comfortable with all this Mewboob business, especially those wandering thoughts. It said ‘that’s not possible,’ and ‘that shouldn’t happen, physics shouldn’t work like that,’ and ‘you’re too big’ in urging tones. The counterargument was a crashing wake of positive affirmation, hitting hir at mach yes.\n\nAnd then hir penis! Gods, hir girldick. Shi cupped hir hands around the base and stroked reverently, proud of how it came out. A reciprocal shiver made hir toes curl. There was still some girlcum stuck to hir glans, which was flared more like a normal girlcock instead of the nearest anthro equivalent, barbed or otherwise. No extra features marred its smooth, flawless outline. An aerodynamic penis for a big, floating girl.\n\n“Penis.” Shi said aloud, blushing but feeling a shudder of gender tickles. “Girlcock.”\n\nGirlcock. The word insisted upon itself. Girlcock. Every time Tits looked at hir gigantic sex, the gender seemed self-evident, core to its presentation in some way shi couldn’t quite see. It looked girly. It sounded girly. Really, it felt girly, like hir womanhood deserved obscene silk lingerie and chocolates. The scent was undeniably femme, clinging to hir pubic fur like perfume. It evoked strong feelings, elation, a titter in hir chest, the urge to pick out a dress and kick hir feet, in ways a male dick or even an enby dick couldn’t (however you quantified them). \n\nWas it the Mew attached to hir? Was it the overall image? Or was it just hirself? Shi couldn’t say. All shi knew was that the scrotum to the smooth pink shaft to the frenulum and the perfectly heart-shaped head now currently pressed against the cabinets underneath the sink, half-erect and fully eager, could only be feminine and could only belong to hir.\n\nThe thought teased hir. Shi saw hirself bunch up, that bashful look on hir face. As if the idea of a penis being feminine was that hard to grasp. It was quite easy to grasp actually. Shi was doing it right now.\n\nMilky beads dripped from hir slit. The droplets oozed towards one of the floor drains, as rich and virile as ever. Shi noticed that thinking about not being human anymore made the turgid girlshaft firm up. Tits indulged the feeling, taking a breath that made hir breasts rise and sink.\n\n“No longer human. Former human.”\n\nHir voice echoed back to hir off the bathroom walls, quietly eager. Shi felt hir ears buzz, and hir skin prickle with another wave of goosebumps, tickling hir pores bottom to top. Hir girlcock was especially interested. It wobbled slightly in hir hands and left a streak on the paneling, threatening to go fully erect.\n\nThat should have been concerning. The humanity part, not the girlcock part. No trouble there. Shi had been a human, right? Right?\n\nShe/her, after a fashion.\n\n[i](He/him could have been right too but that was too overwhelming to think about.)[/i]\n\nBut shi couldn’t be sure. That was the trouble. Shi didn’t know. Hir long-term memory was checked out at the moment. Humanity though, that felt like it had to be foundational. Shi might have not enjoyed being human, but surely, surely hir anxiety had a reason to be worked up about this. Shi should have been rifling through hir belongings right now, looking through hir photo roll for someone who fit that person-shaped shadow in hir self image, trying to piece together a line back to personhood, but the motivation simply wasn’t there. Shi was staring at hirself, with a mix of awe and wonder, and at the generous possibilities of hir stacked cleavage. Shi looked like a pure expression of sexuality. Object and subject of hir lusts, gender-fluid and high femme. A walking contradiction only possible with furry art. \n\nAnd not a scrap of humanity anywhere.\n\n“I’m…”\n\nShi licked hir lips nervously Shi ran a hand through hir thigh fur, following it to the edge past the width of hir shoulder, and struggled to imagine life without fuck-me-hips. \n\nThat’d mean life at the scale of the doctors. Life without hir namesake. Shi couldn’t conjure it.\n\n“… I’m… me…”\n\nThat’s it. Those were the words shi needed right now. Me. This is me. There is no other me but me, and the me in front of me is a boobmew named Tits. That name was a godsend. Shi had to thank Briar later because wow, it fit hir identity like a key. ‘Tits’ cut through so many layers of narrative, the story shi told about hirself, and went straight to the core. It described hir unflinchingly, unflatteringly, what shi really was underneath. It didn’t matter what it was before. It didn’t matter who - or what - shi was before, because shi transcended those limitations. ‘Tits’ came out the other side, shedding hir old self’s learned defenses and bodily compromises for a pure, incandescent core.\n\nTits glowed with femininity. Every part of hir, every ounce of hir. Girl and femme and femme and girl.\n\n“I’m… I’m Tits…”\n\nHir chest swelled with emotion, and then something else swelled between hir legs. Shi knew what it was. Shi couldn’t stop it if shi tried. \n\n“I’m… TIIIITS~…”\n\nShi bent forward, widening hir stance and hissing through clenched teeth. Hir boobs spilled into the porcelain sink bowl, overflowing either side with nips sticking straight up. Hir ass hiked up as much as it could with wobbly knees and clenching girlnuts, tail shooting to attention. The tremor of gender became a roar in hir ears, spots and flashes in hir eyes, and the wonderful tension in hir hips closed like a knot. \n\n“Not hhhhuman… hhhahh… I-I’m… ahhh~…”\n\nHir eyes lidded. All over, everywhere and everything became a white hot point of feminine enlightenment.\n\n“TITS!”\n\nHir cock, which up to this point had been shaking like a giant pink tentpole, discharged. Cum sprayed from the distended slit, covering the cabinet doors. Shi felt backwash roll past hir ankles. Shi heard it hit the wallpaper behind hir and the tub, and the loud gurgle of backed up testicle pipes push through rope after rope at high pressure like an open fire hydrant. Tits’ mind was somewhere else, gone, washed out with the rest of hir senses. This was different from hir accidental orgasm in front of Briar. It snuck up on hir then, hit and ran like a bandit when shi came down. This felt like shi’d never come down, like shi’d have to spend hours cumming before it stopped.\n\nHir hands grabbed each side of hir penis. No - hir hands were elsewhere, a glowing aura of pink psychic power encircling hir girlcock like an onahole. Shi slid forward, bent double, quivering, convulsing, wracked with pleasure. Hir nipples hardened mightily, stiffening with a slight curve as a double knot of pressure in each boob squeezed tight and pumped raw feeling through to the tips until it crested, and hot milk splattered the mirror, the marble counter, and the outlets for good measure.\n\n“DON’T (MMGHH) STOP…!”\n\nSeismic quakes of gender euphoria fogged hir brain. Clenched fingers dug holes in the counter surface, riddled with cracks, which only served to remind hir how powerful shi’d become, how height and latent psychic power were part of gender too, and the cycle started all over again.\n\nShi stroked and squeezed. Hir mind pumped up and down, telekinetically milking hirself. The drains in the hotel bathroom burbled, but they were too slow to keep hir bottomless capacity from spilling into the suite and forming a warm puddle engulfing hir feet. \n\nThen and only then did hir body begin to relax.\n\n“Hooo… oouughhh, goodness. Note to self, don’t do that too often… or if you’re going to do it, pick a private place first.”\n\n‘Fuck that’ said hir nervous system bluntly. ‘Let them see me. Let them see how much of a girl I am…’ \n\nIt was already eager to run it back. Hir girldick, hanging roughly half-mast, shivered with tiny aftershocks, ready to go again. Tits bit hir lip, and resisted temptation. \n\nIt might have been minutes. It felt like hours. Hir senses eventually went back to normal. Tits panted heavily, coming back to hirself lingering in the fog of her own sweet-smelling cumfunk, which had a pleasant vanilla base and intoxicating notes of chamomile. The smell filled the bathroom and gradually smothered the Febreeze mountain pine scent mister in the power socket until shi couldn’t sense it anymore, and shi had a nose for that sort of thing. \n\nTits stood up unsteadily, feet splashing in excess. Hir fur shined with perspiration. Hir assets bounced slowly, generously, and settled again to hir immediate delight. Without thinking, hir back end lifted, and shi was once again floating in midair, assuming a lazy doggy-paddle position.\n\n“Wow,” said Tits, lacking anything else to add. Passion made a lump in her throat. “W-wow…~”\n\nMaybe hir opinion would change later. Maybe shi’d reconsider, and the novelty would’ve worn off. But simply by pursing hir lips and clicking the T in ‘Tits,’ shi took all the built up angst clogging hir system and just let it go.\n\nAll over the shop. Tits blushed furiously, looking down at the two-toned puddle where cum and milk mixed in a heady-smelling soup.\n\nShi remembered there was a hotel around hir. That could probably wait, at least a little while. If shi was already overstimulated, imagine what it must feel like out there.\n\nShi could still hear it through the walls, now that hir ears weren’t full. Flirty conversations came through every now and then, mixed with the indefinite presence of easy-listening music and mid-century Colombian cumbria, not piped in but authentically echoing through the halls. If the schedule said anything, the Omni Grove was always like this. Always busy, always sex forward, always erotic. \n\nTits took it out and read it again, then checked hir phone. The display said 11:14. Morning swimming exercises were already underway. That explained all the bikinis and speedos out. \n\nWell good luck with that, shi thought. \n\n“I’ll just.” Shi paused, searching for a complimentary towel that hadn’t been soaked through. “I’ll stay here. Yeah. The drains’ll clean this up. I’ll just order some room service and turn the TV on, play with my boobs a little.” That didn’t feel right. Shi tried again. “Achem. My gushing girltits. My giant, jiggling blimps. Hhoo, yeah. Okay, much better. What was I saying? Right, um. Staying in. Maybe we could interrogate my inner thoughts a little, and maybe poke our head out. No rush. Let’s just take this one tiny paw at a time…”\n\nShi smirked at the paw mention, and the fact nothing about hir was tiny except hir snatched waist, but overall it didn’t sound a promising start. Shi still had a lot to learn, though, so taking the prudent approach felt reasonable. But was anything here meant to be reasonable? Wasn’t shi supposed to be mingling? Seeing what the hotel had to offer?\n\nBefore shi could answer that, shi heard a knock at the door. \n\nTits ducked out of the bathroom. Was that guest staff? Shi cupped hir snout, wracking hir brain for an excuse. “Busy!”\n\n“It’s your neighbor! I heard you screaming about Tits across the hall! I think that’s hot.”\n\nThe voice on the other side had a proud, husky quality, instantly girlish but with a dash of Brooklynite in the accent. Tits’ face turned completely red.\n\n“Yeah, that was me…” shi admitted.\n\n“You got a minute? I was ‘boutta head down to the pool and realized I didn’t have a partner.”\n\nPart of Tits wanted to say no. Fortunately, it wasn’t a large part. Shi floated over, flicked the lock on the door handle and cautiously pulled it open.\n\nHir vision was filled with dogboobs.\n\n“Hey tiny. You look like you had a good time in there, hun, holy shit.”\n\nSmaller details filtered in between mammoth jiggles and tight-sounding creaks from a deeply taxed bikini top. Cool lavender undercoat. Furry poms wrapped around slender wrists. An updo, thickly moussed. A long snout ending in a dignified black nose. A full mane of blue fur plunging into her (and it definitely was her) pillowy cleavage wrapped around each shoulder like a mink boa. She looked like a cover model for an alternate reality where poodles ruled the world, and Oliver & Company got a warmer reception. Specifically, she looked like one of those indolent yuppies living in a New York penthouse, equal parts 80s sleeze and consumerism, wrapped in a callous smirk made for soaking up luxury. She was also 21 or 22 feet tall, and had a panty-defeating sheath aimed right at Tits’ face.\n\n“Uhh.”\n\nHir heart pounded.\n\nGod, what if—\n\nWow, that thing is—\n\nWow.\n\nHer bottoms did their best to make it look decent. They really tried. But the fuzzy ring pressed sluttily over the top of the elastic band, thick as a travel pillow and probably more comfortable. The straps were way too small to prevent her girltesticles (categorically gendered; they were downright demure compared to some of the monsters Tits saw on the way here) from hanging from either side and spilling into her lap, seamlessly plump and fully firm. To call them scanty would have been an insult to microthongs. And that was with those absolute knockers hanging overhead, several letters lower on the cup chart than Tits’s on a good day.\n\nIt’d only take a minute. Just peel her underwear down, make out with it. \n\nWho’s going to stop you?\n\nTits shook the thought out of hir head before it had time to root. Shi stared up at hir neighbor, who was having a great time taking up the doorframe.\n\n“Hi,” shi said, barely choking it out. “I-I’m Tits.”\n\nHir neighbor gave hir a toothy grin. “I heard. Hi Tits.”\n\n“Hi.”\n\nShe offered a heavily manicured paw. “Franziscka Westminster. I’m gorgeous.”\n\nTits looked at it and shook. “I can see that.”\n\n“I bet you can, pretty girl.”\n\nThe paw slipped seamlessly out of Tits’ hand and cupped hir chin, tilting it slightly. Tits inclined hir head to match, flustered in record time by this casual display of ownership.\n\n“You gotta last name, you busty little thing?”\n\n“No uhh. No?”\n\nTits breathed sharply, and giggled, already lightheaded again. Shi was practically on the balls of hir feet. “I-i-it’s just Big Tits the Boobmew.”\n\n“This fine with you by the way, Big Tits the Boobmew?”\n\nTits blinked. “What?”\n\n“Man-handling you. I run this bitch, and your penis is hard, but it’s important to ask for consent, y’know?”\n\nTits nodded quickly. “Y-yes, this is fine! You’re pretty. You’re really pretty. Y-you’ve got a big girlcock.”\n\nFranziscka fluttered her lavish eyelashes. They glittered with overdone eyeshadow. “Thank you! You’re not bad yourself. Not as pretty as moi, let’s not get carried away, but you’re an adorable plus one. Like I said, I run this bitch. Nine years running, nine years fucking, regular guest. Still haven’t chipped a nail.”\n\nOhhh, that confidence. Tits basked in it, almost jealous of how easily vanity came to her. Shi could just imagine a cigarette holder in one paw, fuming softly, spoiled rotten in every way.\n\n“I was… just…”\n\nFranziskca raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Just what? Go on, girl, spit it out. Cum already, for christ’s sake.”\n\nHaahh, that tickled something, Tits sucked in a gasp and forced hirself to stay under control. “… this is my first day. I’m a little overwhelmed, to be honest with you. So I. I’m staying in for the first day.”\n\nFranziscka tilted her head, ear raised. She leaned down to Tits’ level, until hir chin sat at the start of her pillow trench.\n\nThere was one thought going through Tits’ head at the moment. It was monosyllabic. \n\n[i]aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—[/i]\n\n“… respectfully,” said Franziscka, eying Tits like her next trophy girlfriend. “I decline.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“You’re coming with me, Boobs.”\n\nYes! “Wait, but—”\n\nTits squirmed in Franziscka’s grip, unable and not really wanting to get out of it. The poodle sighed theatrically.\n\n“You’re not going to get a taste of paradise stuffed up in your room, girlfriend. Get out, come on! We got water pilates and shawarma, and look at you, absolutely famished!”\n\n“Well I did cum twice in the span of thirty minutes…” Tits conceded. Shi glanced back, looking at the accident shi left in the bathroom. “I do need breakfast.”\n\nFranziscka made an obscene gesture with her padded thumb and forefinger and throttled an imaginary dick in front of her mouth. “Same. We could both use a pick-me-up. Once they see you with me--”\n\n“They?”\n\n“The boys,” said Franziscka offhandedly.\n\nTits’ heart stoked like a furnace.\n\n“Boys?”\n\n“Boys, girls, girlboys, boygirls, transvestites and transsexuals, enbies and thembies, queens and kings, studmuffins and plain old studs - doesn’t matter. Anyone who’ll paint your tits white. I mention boys because you look like the kinda girl who digs hyper-exaggerated gender roles.”\n\nTits felt gravity become a little more optional again. Shi rubbed hir arm, trying not to look like a complete mess. “Wow. Read me like a book, huh…”\n\nThe poodle thumbed up towards her forehead. “You were projecting your thoughts a little, too. I started seeing big, jiggling pink boobs in my head and figured something was up.”\n\nHir face flushed scarlet and shi let out a little gasp. “W-was I…?!”\n\nFranziscka laughed. “Don’t tell me you forgot you were a Psychic-type…”\n\nTits flicked hir ears back, curling hir tail around hirself apologetically. “Maybe.”\n\n“Well hey! Don’t sweat it. That just makes you special… and honestly, broadcasting ambient horny is kind of hot.” Franziscka thought for a moment, then grinned. “Hey, if you’re a Pokemon, maybe you need a Trainer for the day. What do you think? You’re my property, and property gets special treatment. Bukkake facials and dates at the pedi spa~.”\n\nFranziscka winked, in case shi couldn’t tell this was an act. Tits could, but shi appreciated the candor. \n\n“We’ll get you a swimsuit at the pool, see how you like it out there. Aren’t I generous?”\n\n“You are, but—…”\n\n“But what, honey? What do your fat fucking tits crave right now?”\n\nTits squeezed hir tail to hir chest. Was shi really about to give in that easily? Let this stranger lead hir around and talk about hir body like shi owned it? Hir heart said yes and hir head also said yes. Really, the only dissenting vote was hir self-conscious anxiety, which felt prudish by comparison. \n\nShi took heart. Franziscka mentioned the pool. Shi wouldn’t be the only one there. Shi counted almost a hundred guests around the suites, give or take, so shi was bound to run into other furs there, at lunch, even over the course of that frankly staggering itinerary Briar grave hir.\n\nMaybe this was what shi needed after all. Yeah. A good push would do hir good, get hir out of hir comfort zone and into hir- well, hir comfort zone. If shi had any familiarity with Furaffinity, and could identify so many furry artists by their style, then this was hir scene, hir world. It made sense to be adventurous, or as adventurous as hir brain wanted to be before it needed a break from all the noise.\n\nWhen shi put it that way, the commitment almost felt manageable.\n\nShi tiptoed towards the hallway. Shi tiptoed a little more, and a little more, until shi was out of her room and Franziscka was standing next to hir with the biggest snout-splitting grin, dogcock beginning to peek from its sheath.\n\n“Now,” said Franziska, making a conscious effort to dominate sightlines and loom appropriately. “You got your key? You’re not getting your hooters locked out of your room on my watch, jigglekitten.”\n\nTits looked down into hir boobs, where shi’d left it. Shi reached in, plucked it out and showed her the keycard Briar gave hir. “Yep! It’s this one, right?”\n\nFranziscka’s eyes sparkled. “Marvelous!”\n\nShe clapped her hands together, and hip-checked the door. It slammed into the frame so hard the hinges rattled.\n\n“Let’s give you the tour!”\n\n\n\nOnce they were out of the residential suites, the atmosphere grew warm again. The glow of the Omni Grove touched everywhere and everything, creating a singular ambiance that was somehow wholesome, liberating, flirty and pin-me-to-the-wall-and-breed-me-stupid horny at the same time. It did it without losing the core of its identity, the sense of space and character afforded by an alpine-Appalachian luxury hotel, reclaimed from history and furnished with a fresh coat of spunk for the generation who best stood to inherit it.\n\n“Stick those penises up in the air, folks. I wanna see you raaaaise your legs! That’s it, that’s it! Hold it…! Just like that. Grow with me. Feel your bulges expa-aaaand...”\n\nThe pool was among the more visible luxuries. The Omni Grove’s daily itinerary set time aside every morning for exercise at the Inn’s retrofitted Olympic pool, expanded to meet the occupancy needs of a mid-sized football stadium in a hundred or so hyper furs. This, while not mandatory in its own right, collected enough of the Inn’s guests in one place for the purpose of facilitating encounters. Starting conversations, trading business cards, sucking breasts, teasing each other, groping each other, sharing cigarettes, sunbathing; whichever tickled your fancy. Most furs jumped in the pool to get their calisthenics in for the day, though that wasn’t always or even mostly for the fitness benefits. It was voyeurism, pure and simple, the chance to see and be seen.\n\n“Now roll those shoulders. Thrust out your chest. Work out the kinks in your muscles. Get up on one toe, just one toe. Let your breasts keep you buoyant… Think bigger thoughts. Grow. [i]Grow[/i]…”\n\nTits closed hir eyes and imagined hirself floating in the pool’s competing currents. Shi was rapidly getting used to floating. Hir powers made any exertion a choice, and even in a denser medium like water, things like feedback and sensory texture were largely voluntary.\n\nHir tits did most of the work. They kept hir buoyed, gliding on the pool’s surface like a skimmer. Ingrid, the lifeguard, a powerfully built orca with the embodied majesty of her chosen cetacean, guided the session from her crow’s nest at the deep end, which at fifty feet high was about half as tall as her, give or take. This did not account for her absolute spire of a swimsuit bulge, whose flared glans blocked out the sun and cast a long, phallic shadow over a good chunk of the Inn’s pool, following the lurid curve of her latex-clad cockhead. Rumor around the pool said she was a sensitive, hair-trigger orgasm kind of woman, and whenever you smelled a luscious seabreeze drift in, you can be sure she came a little. The underside of her suit swelled gradually, holding in her spunk like a full-body condom.\n\nAcross the pool, Tits got cat-calls. Bashful whistles and gasps, naked encouragement, a round of applause when hir tits splashed and churned foam. Hir onesie creaked underwater, straining to contain hir enthusiasm which was sandwiched between hir breasts and pushing through them, fountaining out of hir cleavage. At any point, shi could will it to snap. Franziscka told hir about it offhandedly. Every swimsuit at the Inn was made of a patented supernylon, formulated to withstand enormous internal and external pressures. It could grow to any size, stretch as much or as far as deemed necessary, and could fit any number of aesthetic preferences for tasteful nudity, at least until the owner decided it was time for an ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction. Their clothes, then sensing the change in intent, would reduce the slack and give the wearer exactly what they wanted.\n\nSnap. Pop. [i][b]BWOOMP.[/b][/i]\n\nTits wasn’t ready for that level of exposure, decent or not. With that many eyes watching hir, eating hir figure up, shi might cum right there.\n\nThis proved not to be an issue for Franziscka, who let her bikini straps pop at the first sign of attention.\n\n“Oops!” she cooed, not even trying to be subtle about it. “Well now I have to let the girls out to play, don’t I? Haha~…”\n\nShe threw her hair back, then dived and breached the surface, doing her best Baywatch vanity shot. She showered Tits and the swimmers around them in chlorine and cum-smelling water. The scent was too intoxicating to put into words, and the glisten-shine of water droplets on Franziscka’s perfectly round, pornstar dogtits, gleaming in the morning sun, stuck in Tits’ mind long after shi got out and toweled hirself off.\n\n“Wow…”\n\n“Staring’s free, but do pick your jaw off the floor, darling.”\n\nIn the changing room afterward, shi discovered hir bra no longer fit. Shi then discovered to hir blushing shame that hir room number had changed as well, with the number on her room key now 85 instead of 81.\n\n“What…” Tits’ cheeks turned red again.\n\nFranziscka leaned over hir shoulder and tapped the card self-evidently. “Numbers are based on your cup-size,” she said. “It’s dynamic.”\n\n“So what does that mean?”\n\n“I dunno. What do you think it means, Boobs?”\n\nTits sputtered. “I asked you!!”\n\nShi looked down at hir breasts, trying to find where those four extra inches went and only managing to lose hir feet again. They seemed bigger. Shi was pretty sure they were, but shi was also sure swimming in spermy water didn’t cause any mutations. That would have been on the safety policy by the gate.\n\nDid yearning make them grow?\n\n[i]Ohhhh no. No way.[/i]\n\n[i]No freaking way.[/i]\n\nThat couldn’t be it. Yet the truth was there, pinching into hir back, hir bra clasp noticeably tighter than it’d been before shi changed out.\n\nA pang of euphoric jealousy hit. Shi bit hir lip, and a dark spot spread inside her bottoms, leaking like a faucet.\n\nFranziscka whispered. “You’re a natural.”\n\n“I learned it from watching you,” Tits quipped, turning hir head away so the poodle couldn’t see hir stupid, lopsided grin.\n\n“By the way, you have a fanclub waiting outside.”\n\n“Fanclub?”\n\n“Newbies and wallflowers,” said Franziscka, retrieving a blazer from the community 3D-printer and sliding it over her shoulders. “The ten-footers. Give’em a kiss on the way down to brunch, they’ll never stop thanking you.”\n\nTits blinked. Shi had fans?\n\n“… what should I wear?”\n\n“You?” Franziscka examined hir. She felt the boobmew’s curves, running her paws up the sides and cupping hir fantastic namesakes with an appreciable level of care. Their balls knocked together, her tits brushed and pressed into Tits’ back, and in that unexpected moment of intimacy, shi almost let Fran have her way with hir.\n\nInstead, Fran clicked her tongue.\n\n“Nothing. Go naked.”\n\nHer thick fingers squeezed supple, warm titflesh. Tits whined, tail lashing between both their legs. \n\nShi felt the ground disappear beneath hir feet again.\n\n[i]Fuck, she’s got my number. Not again.[/i]\n\nTits kicked idly, trying to maintain a modicum of decency and not float away. Franziscka tittered with transparent pride.\n\n“Damn girl, calm your fuckpuppies. I just said nothing.”\n\n“Nothing… mmphh… that’s not fair…”\n\nShi heard Franziscka titter behind her, and then heard the slow zzzzzip of hir onesie coming off. Her huge pink breasts sagged visibly, before hir powers remembered gravity was a suggestion and lifted them back up. Franziscka tenderly shimmied the rest of Tits’ loaner off, taking her time with it and reprimanding hir for such a silly mistake. \n\n“Tits don’t need bras, do they? Especially BIG ones like yours, with all that comfortable perk and weight. They’re a cum canvas. They need all the attention they can get. Flaunt what you got. Don’t hide it. Be proud, be loud.” \n\nTits couldn’t believe what shi was hearing.\n\n“And clearly, if you wanted to be modest and wear something, you wouldn’t have asked me for an opinion. Floating around at eye level, ass up and penis out, shoving your bits in everyone’s face? Sounds like you’re [i]demanding[/i] this, you busty psychic floozy. So there~.”\n\nTits weighed hir tits gingerly in hir hands, easing off hir psychic abilities to give hirself a better sense of their weight. It made sense. Modesty was a human construct, after all. It was all tied back into those preconceived notions of allure, eroticism, unspoken assumptions. They signified class, embodied desire in meaning, but that meaning was a good deal looser in a world without restrictions, a world where furs could exercise complete control over their sexuality. You didn’t need to wear anything, except what turned you on, or what made you the object of someone else’s attention. Tits knew this deep down, of course, shi suspected as much - but to hear it from Franziscka, phrased as a command, that changed hir perspective. \n\nShi pulled the thread on hir inhibitions just a little bit further. The thought made hir giddy, and shi couldn’t help but give a girlish giggle.\n\n[i]Go naked.[/i] \n\n[i]Let your Tits hang out.[/i]\n\n[i]Your innate femininity.[/i]\n\n[i]Everyone will notice. They can’t not notice you.[/i]\n\n[i]Everyone will look at you and think about you and remember you in god knows how many different poses. The ‘you’ they see and keep with them is a slut, like you, because you know what you are, and the embrasure of meaning through experience is all that matters here.[/i]\n\nTits shuddered. Hir body leaked from multiple holes, responding to the revelation with another hit of satisfaction.\n\nFranziscka cupped under hir chin and pulled hir close, drawing hir snout toward hir enormous dogballs for a breath of courage. “Nothing more feminine than being a big, floating pair of boobs for people to enjoy.”\n\nShi didn’t have to be told twice.\n\n\n\nFrom that point on, Tits was Franziscka’s plus one. As assignments went, it could’ve only gone better if shi had a collar and a leash. There was talk and serious consideration of such, but then they got lunch and met Tits’ new fanclub, and that tabled the conversation in lieu of many, many french kisses and many gropings.\n\n“Mmmh!”\n\n“Take your time with hir!” Franziscka advised between strawberry vodka shots. “Shi’s a delicate slut! Call hir a girl while you’re at it!”\n\n“[i]Franny…![/i]”\n\n“Shi loves it! Look how big hir penis is!”\n\nThere were some initial worries about the logistics of the place. The Inn was organized into four main facilities, five if you counted the lawn, arranged like an upside-down trapezoid. There was the lobby up front, guest suites to the west with a cafeteria campus, the event hall to the east split up like a convention center into several ballrooms, and then the day spa to the north, down a terraced back patio of steps, which had the Inn’s olympic pool. As far as Tits was aware, the Omni Grove had a map, and thus had all the incumbent traits of a place rooted in reality. Square footage, concrete distances, that sort of thing.\n\n“Obviously we’re bigger, but you can only scale up so much before everything starts to feel cramped. I mean, take the lot. It says here the Inn does macro.”\n\n“They do, I’ve seen it.”\n\n“Wouldn’t we run out of space?”\n\n“What’s missing on that map, Blimps?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Look, honey. Check the bottom left corner. By the way, you’re dribbling fuckspunk, and it smells absolutely fragrant. Props to your ref sheet.”\n\nTits checked again. Sure enough, there was a scale at the bottom, except it didn’t have measurements.\n\n“... I don’t get it.”\n\n“How long did it take for us to get to the pool?”\n\n“Five minutes?”\n\n“And how long to get to lunch?”\n\n“... five minutes…”\n\n“So how long would it take to get to ahh… let’s say the convention center.”\n\n“...”\n\n“Five minutes that’s right.”\n\n“That doesn’t make any sense.”\n\nFranziscka wagged a padded finger.\n\n“Think of it this way - remember the pool?”\n\n“I remember it vividly,” said Tits with a dreamy look.\n\n“Did anyone look too tall to tread water?”\n\nTits thought back and tried to remember. Actually, no one was too tall. The water level was always waist high. This despite the fact that guest heights ranged wildly from ten feet to twenty, up to the size of a broadcast tower. \n\n“... How do we fit?”\n\n“We don’t ‘fit’,” Franziscka explained. “The Inn fits around us. See, we’re creative people, all of us. Even the ones who can’t draw have more than enough creativity to wax the floors here. Pop quiz - what’s the Omni Grove’s mission statement?”\n\nTits quickly texted Briar, whose number shi got after a quick run-in by the public breeding station. Shi got a response back instantly.\n\n“It’s ‘we’re here to help you grow into your dreams?’”\n\n“And what’s the consistent thing about dreams?”\n\n“That they don’t play by the rules of cause and effect?”\n\n“Close enough! Everything in the Inn is a five minute walk because that’s what it should feel like. Never too close, never too far. Just enough to give the impression of distance. Not to say we can’t break that distance when we feel like it - obviously we can - but this space is designed to curate our needs first and reality second.”\n\n“Does that mean we’re…”\n\nFran tilted her head. “We’re what?”\n\n“We can be anything? Any size we want to-...”\n\nTits blinked. By just imagining hirself growing bigger, shi made hir chair squeak, and felt her ass cheeks pillow into the corners just that little bit more.\n\nFranziscka gave a knowing grin.\n\n“Careful babe. You grow too fast in here and you’ll break through the roof.”\n\n“OKAY THAT’S NOT FAIR,” Tits squeaked indignantly. Shi turned beet pink. “DON’T PUT THAT IN MY HEAD…”\n\n“Or what? You’ll loom? Shower me in debris? Cover me in your shadow? Please, darling, I know exactly what I’m doing.”\n\nTits whined, but the damage was done, hir penis lurching out from underneath the opposite end of the table to meet Franziscka’s waiting hand. Shi’d be thinking about that all day…\n\n\n\nWhen lunch was over, Franziscka made an offer to guide hir around the event hall. Tits balked at the idea initially, worried she’d already gotten hir fill of the Inn and needed a day with Netflix to cool off, but with a little urging and some badly needed praise, hir nerves eased up a bit. Shi got hir second wind, and once they were in, Fran began to introduce hir to some of the Inn’s colorful residents.\n\nFirst, they found Violet to hear more about the daily activities. Violet was a willowy, navy-hued Doug Winger skunk with flowers in her hair and a bust perpetually at risk of bursting through her top, a particularly colorful and pretty scent cloud trailing behind her like a Looney Tunes bit. The Inn had hired her last fall to do orientation, and they were lucky, since Violet had a way of appealing to every orientation regardless of gender. She spoke flirtatiously, with vigorous scent notes and constant jiggle, and met every quip with a flirty bon mot that made Tits wriggle and flounce in return. Shi got lost in the skunk’s tail, burying hir snout into the striped fur until shi couldn’t see daylight, before Violet had to take off. Something about a hiking trail and covering for Briar at the check-in desk. Tits didn’t quite catch the specifics, too busy appreciating the complex scentplay to think properly.\n\nThey bumped into Patricia Saurass mid-seminar. A transfemme member of the US House of Representatives (NC12), she was part of the politically active side of the community, and Tits caught onto her civilian identity almost immediately. She came to the Omni Grove between congressional sessions and awareness campaigns to unwind with scale rubs and increasingly absurd macro adventures, though Tits wouldn’t have recognized her at all if it weren’t for her connecting the dots. Her towering height as an Apatosaurus made the Inn struggle to create a level medium, moving the convention center’s roof around every time she entered a new ballroom to accommodate for her sixty foot plus stature. She confessed her name was based on a pun she wrote in the 80s that made it into a furry scene, but had become so ubiquitous online and at the Inn that it stuck, and even turned her on.\n\nWhen the seminar concluded, Franziscka tugged Tits into the class next door, dragging the floating cat in by hir penis like a balloon on a string. This turned out to be a testicular yoga class with Sylvie Fluffbottom, who introduced herself warmly. She was a sheep mom with a smooth fuchsia coat and a fetish for bodyswaps as well as yoga sutras applied to often-neglected stress areas, hers being the kegel muscles. Tits’ testicles were full again by now, and so agreed under pressure. Shi found the experience of pulling hirself face first into the Balasana and emptying hir pent-up ballsack incredibly enlightening. \n\n“N-nhhhaaaaahhh~”\n\n“Very good job, Miss Boobmew! Your fo~oooorm is imma~aaaaculate!”\n\nWith hir hips limbered up and the far wall of the yoga studio punctured, Tits left Franziscka’s company and wandered aimlessly. As she’d astutely noted, distance didn’t matter. The movie theaters were next to the arcade which was next to the classrooms and the library, always within a reasonable expectation, although sometimes they were just far enough to give time for a sexy strut between. \n\nOn the way, shi met Tetz(lcoatl), a winged snake covered in religious tattoos and possessing the figure of a fertility idol with an ineffable gender configuration. It/they/she/zer were setting up their DJ booth for the set in front of the main hall that night, but had a moment to talk. They shared stories, some of which Tits adlibbed and some shi remembered from the roleplays shi’d done back home, over Discord and Skype, occasionally F-list. They in turn taught hir many things about the Inn’s services, including what they called an ‘instanced transformation circuit.’ This was a matrix applied to all guests with wifi access, allowing consenting parties among the Inn’s various transformation-oriented subcultures to overwrite each other’s bodies, species, even their minds with full reversion support and consent privileges. It was a pretty tight piece of tech, they had to admit. The staff supported it with venues across the lot that catered to the staples of the genre: ‘magic’ clothing stores, potion kiosks, a GRO+ laboratory, even a laser tag arena with TF ray guns and built-in timers that could simulate permanency.\n\n“All that’s downstairs.”\n\n“Downstairs where…?”\n\n“Downstairs.”\n\n“Uh. I thought it only went upstairs…”\n\n“Chat, shi doesn’t know.”\n\n“???”\n\n“Ah, you’ll find it. Don’t be a stranger. The demiurge thrives on the stillness of spiritual beings, that stupid bitch.”\n\nShi came away with the sneaking suspicion that Tetz was one of the Inn’s bigger TF-heads.\n\nOn a lark, shi went out on the terrace, and met Anh Minh by the sunbathing solarium. Minh was a dusky lory with a wildlife camera for birdwatching from inside, and too much ass stuffed inside a pair of too small khaki shorts, which the techs had engineered to be as tight and visibly ready to burst as feasibly possible. Her tail feathers and bulge made it risky to stand behind her, pressing against the seams from every conceivable angle. This was despite the fact that clothes couldn’t fail without the owner’s permission. Minh didn’t begrudge Tits for that; the strain was intentional. She did tease hir for it, though, and incidentally convinced hir to add much more ass fat to hir already caked up cheeks. Tits loved the way they jutted prodigiously out behind hir like perfect, stapled-on spheres. They appeared even more outrageously fake than most of the actual fakies clapbouncing around.\n\n On a whim, shi went from the terrace to the top floor of the event hall, and met the Duchess de Balzac in a fully realized holodeck chamber. Balzac was an Afghan hound, the indolent, old-money diva to Franziscka’s manhattan yuppie princess, and she bathed in the lap of luxury every day. She smoked from a cigarette holder, wore long gloves and silk ball bras, and spoke with an accent thicker than her already significant testicles, bigger than Tits’ tits in every sense of the word. She pulled Tits through several scenes with her clique of turn-of-the-century otakus and romantics - opera houses, speakeasies, cruises in the Caribbean, cabarets, casbahs and Shanghai clubs - and passed hir around like a blunt. Every one of Balzac’s rapacious girlfriends sampled poor Tits, tasting hir lips and copping a feel for their latest toy. Overwhelmed by their generosity, Tits couldn’t help but oblige. Shi was more than a little touch-starved, and the tenderness from the yoga class was wearing off enough for hir to crave unfettered attention.\n\nAt some point, they let hir go. Tits bumbled out of the holodeck, snout, balls and breasts covered in lipstick marks. \n\nSo vague and foggy was hir mental state for the next hour, shi couldn’t remember where shi went. Shi was relatively sure shi ran into a princess on the back lawn, whose name Tits had trouble recalling (maybe it was [i]just[/i] Princess), except it wasn’t a princess as much as her glittering fairy tale slipper. She remembered gigantic eyes with glowing limbal rings, a sparkling dress fit for the Burj Khalifa, long blonde hair like a waterfall, dragon scale tastefully applied to human skin, and a multi-layer dress the color of a perfect sapphire. Shi definitely remembered the aura of exalted femininity when the princess’s lips pursed and asked ‘Did I startle you?’ Tits couldn’t remember hir answer. It probably wasn’t anything. But shi remembered the clouds parting, and would later go to bed thinking about dragons and tented dresses… \n\nThen, dinner. Tits didn’t check the time, but it looked vaguely like sunset. Franziscka caught up with hir in the infirmary and took hir back to hir suite for a shower and a quick, steamy jerkoff session therein amongst the suds and hot water jets. With the drains properly clogged, Tits got out and changed hirself into more formal wear for the evening (a collar). Shi followed Franzciscka to a spot on the map labeled ‘the subterran terminal’ and after a minor revelatory moment took the escalator down.\n\nIt was there shi found [i]the mall[/i].\n\nIt seduced hir immediately. Hundreds of storefronts wound around a glossy megastructure interior, leased out to imaginary owners. Everything was automated. The halls were full of imagined guests in the form of shades, projections, mannequins and doubles, meant to simulate traffic just after peak hours. Between them were other guests at the Inn, easy to spot, and there were quite a few. \n\nThe pair spent their evening down there, walking the length of a Sears-alike, dining and dashing at different faux Michelin Star restaurants, absorbing the distinct late-century affluence through speckled carpets and classic rock standards piped through tinny loudspeakers. Every so often, they came upon a venue staffed by another fur, but the listed hours were nonsense, not meant to hold anyone to a schedule, and any venue with an open kiosk was free game if you felt the urge to play out a job at the perfume counter or a high-end clothing chain, the operator of a mechanical spa chair equipped with over fifty-six (!!) different tools to [i]please[/i] its occupant. These ranged from 3D-printed silicone dildos and high-powered wands to vacuum-sealed milking tubes and mating stations, built to demonstrate your prowess as a public spectacle. \n\nMost of it was for show. Clothes were meant for your stay. Items like purses, bags, consoles and TVs were labeled with warnings not to take them outside the Inn’s boundaries, lest they disintegrate in your hands. Food couldn’t be taken past the escalator, disappearing as soon as you made it topside. While there were gift shops stocked with inventory you could take with you back to the surface and the real world beyond (the conversion chart shirt sizes made hir laugh out loud, then blush), they hardly cost anything. In fact, nothing in the mall had a definite price tag. Everything that mattered was charged in imaginary amounts, and bought with credit cards issued at the turnstile. \n\nTits wondered how anything managed to stay in business. Then shi figured it out. As with everything else, the mall was a design choice. There was no money being exchanged here, only the act of exchange. There was no buyer’s remorse because there was nothing to lose. The only thing that mattered was the experience of being rich enough to afford whatever you wanted. The mall wasn’t a temple to capitalism so much as it was a reflection of the social spaces that used to exist. It was a scene built for the expressed purpose of walking through it with your besties and reliving an era that no longer existed. \n\nTits lost track of time again and again. They wandered the various departments, erections leading the way, jiggling from aisle to aisle with no real destination in mind. Franziscka educated hir on women’s fashion - something shi needed to learn going forward - as well as hyper fashion, something which proved much easier since it was often about wearing nothing at all. Whenever a particular outfit caught hir eye, they ducked into a changing room to try it on or just to have a furtive place to masturbate.\n\nOld-fashioned clothing, jewelry and perfume advertisements goaded them on, the imagery rendered pornographic just from the hyper-sized furs featured as the subjects. The perfume counter, with myriad scents and musks, demanded a visit, as did an old-fashioned glass counter that stocked various chocolates and candies. Tits had hir ears pierced, the Renamon behind the counter staring stoically at hir but nodding affirmatively when shi inquired whether it would be permanent. A huge yet simple pair of gold hoops called to hir as if they were always meant to be there. After putting them on, shi decided the gold suited hir, and shi adorned hirself in an excess of it.\n\nThey carried their haul back upstairs in huge nests of paper bags, Dunkin cups in hand and Louis Vuitton bags strewn over their arms. It would have been the capstone of hir visit, if not for a curt suggestion made at the top of the escalator.\n\n“You got time for one more date?”\n\n\n\n\n“They call them a doebuck,” she told Tits in confidence. \n\nThey wheeled into the Omni Grove’s nighttime watering hole, the Topline, and were immediately assaulted by breakcore and throbbing bass. The low lights gave the club an enviable sense of privacy, and for every dance pit there was an isolated booth, and doors into private rooms. \n\n“Best of both worlds,” she said, “It’s they/them normally by the way, but I inquired on your behalf and he is in a mood tonight.”\n\nTits struggled to keep up. They brushed past the hips of a pear-shaped rabbit getting railed against the bar. “He?”\n\n“He. You said you wanted to meet a stud.”\n\n“I-it was really more of a suggestion,” Tits lied. Shi’d done more than suggest it. Shi practically begged for a stud at the app counter, while Franziscka navigated the interface and set hir up with a professional. \n\n“Call him that. Like I said, he’s in a mood. [i]He.[/i]”\n\n“Wait, what’s his name?”\n\nBy then, shi was getting shoved into a private room.\n\n“Raine!” said Fraziscka. “His name is Raine! Good luck!”\n\n“Ahhh, alright!”\n\nShi’d spoken about him in reverent tones. Other guests did too, mentioning him off-hand like a local celebrity. Tits didn’t see him around, but shi’d heard about what he could do through namedrops and innuendo, and unintentionally built an image of him as an overpowering figure of masculinity, a figure of myth.\n\nShi hoped not to be disappointed. Shi made hirself comfortable under bisexual lighting, sitting at the foot of a short runway with seats behind hir and curtains ahead. Club music deafened to a dull throb through the upholstery.\n\nThen the curtain shifted. Tits stacked up, eager and anxious, and soon found hirself staring.\n\n“Oh my god.”\n\nShi dropped to her knees, causing her ass and tits to clap on the way down. A great set of horns came through the curtain lining, firm, soft, fluffy, precalcified antler dressed in velvet, tips fat and rounded, comfortably androgynous and almost phallic in implication. They formed a crown, forking into two dozen different branches with differently colored condoms tied snuggly on the ends. The owner, a buck beyond bucks, regarded her thoughtfully, his eyes a shimmer in the shadow of a massively built, masculine figure, wasp-waisted and burly and musclebound, from his thick neck to his thick arms and his trim, tight stomach with a gold chain and belly piercing, and fur painted with doe white and buck bluntness.\n\nShi couldn’t make out the shape language entirely, where he came from. Shadowplay made that too difficult. But shi knew a stripper from Gideon’s Corral when shi saw one, bridle more than apparent along with a studded collar, and a graciously fat, pierced lower lip. Other parts came from different areas of e621’s stud category, including a Bambi-adjacent femininity in the way his snout was drawn. \n\nHir body knew what to do. It laid out for him, seemingly surrendering to the impulse to offer hirself to him without argument, without a second thought. Hir tail rose up high.\n\n“Oh wow, you’re…”\n\nShi watched him approach. Fat nipple studs gleamed under stage lighting. Light danced in his fur, impeccably smooth and short. His breasts hung at navel level with an obnoxious level of androgyny, neither fully masc or femme. His thighs meanwhile were dressed in latex stockings, and between them sat the impeccable sculpt of a shaft, masculine in every implication that mattered. Its glans flared pridefully, wider than Tits’ head, and the magnificent nutsack underneath gave his gait a bow-legged swagger as they rubbed against his athletic calf muscles and sloshed heavily, despite almost being as firm as Tits’ breasts and pristinely maintained. As he walked, it began to rise upwards, swelling towards the ceiling, taller than his head. His penis, huge and stiff and erect, broadcast his masculine power… and saluted hir own femininity in turn.\n\nWords failed hir. Tits’ mouth moved soundlessly, trying to find them again. They seemed unimportant right now.\n\nHow tall was he? Not much taller, realistically, but he felt so much larger, so much more instinctively gender than any one article of clothing could have expressed in concrete terms.\n\n“You’re…” Tits swallowed dryly. “Your penis. You’re Raine?”\n\nThe doebuck grunted, seemingly in acknowledgement. It wasn’t a dark sound like shi expected, some kind of huff of ownership. This was quieter, sweeter, maybe even kinder. A sign of an introspective, sensitive form of masculinity.\n\n“Big Tits?” he asked.\n\n“T-that’s me,” said Tits. The beat that followed swallowed the world, or felt like it did. “... you’re hot…” \n\nHis head turned, taking hir in. Tits shifted, presenting hir body to him, as much as he wanted to take.\n\n“... I like your penis, Tits.”\n\n“--!”\n\n“It suits you. That long, thick shaft, all smooth and heavy and pink. Smells good, too. Pretty girls like you deserve nothing but the finest, fattest girlcocks to match those blimps on your chest.”\n\nFuck. He understood the assignment. The buck knew exactly what to say.\n\nPhysical validation, verbal affirmation - it swirled in Tits’ head. Shi didn’t know how to respond to that, and only managed a weak “Yeah” and a gush of cum on the floor, which only made things even more awkward. For just a moment, shi felt like an animal who’d made a mess on the carpet.\n\n[i]fuck fuck fuck fuck[/i]\n\nHe brought his legs around hir shoulders, keeping hir head level in his hand. Hir paws reached instinctively for his cock before shi really knew what they were doing, and let hir fingers sink into the skin of his turgid meat purely for the sake of it, just to feel him. He smelled like heaven. His body had a rich, heady scent, full of natural notes, while his equipment carried musk too potent not to be noticed. It sparkled around him, this smell, a mix of floral tea notes, chamomile, sweet perfumes, and pine standing out heavily against hir own bouquet of creamy pomegranate and berry. \n\nShi couldn’t encircle the base, it was so big. It was such a loaded thing, so virile, so full of sexual energy it stood hard and ready even when he was barely aroused. It felt like a statement of intent. Erection as masculine signifier. No matter what he actually said, his dick was a notarized promise in writing to pin hir to the floor and breed hir stupid - assuming shi was okay with that and expressed full consent to be mounted like the girl slut shi was. Like, how was shi supposed to argue against that? What do you say? Grab my hair? Jack me off? Call me a girl again? You just couldn’t.\n\n“What are you going to do to me?” shi asked. Shi realized how that sounded seconds after she could take it back.\n\n“A lot. If you want.”\n\n“I love your penis, by the way. I-it’s handsome.”\n\n“Thanks. Your fur is really soft, you know. It’s like velvet.”\n\n“Really…?”\n\n“I can’t wait to cum all over it.”\n\n“Eeeeeeheehee….~”\n\nThe performance of gender is a loose subject at the best of times. As touchy as it seems on the outside, there aren’t any actual rules to what constitutes masculine or feminine behavior, at least not in a sexual sense. Gender is a construct, kink is social, and sex is a conversation. Giving and receiving are essential parts of the act, the emotional intimacy of two bodies sharing one another, perceiving one another, and enjoying the moment they make. Some of that is informed by experience. Some of it comes from hormonal needs and biological urges. How it comes together varies for each person, but when it comes to sex, the mishmash is music. Transwomen wanting to get pregnant and transmen wanting to wear a strap are reproductions of what their eyes see and their bodies want, what fulfills their being and affirms their identity, and in that turbulent truth there finds an inexplicable, inarticulate need. The need to be wanted. The need to be seen as your real self.\n\nRaine saw hir. They were both herms, both hyper, both giants relative to the world they came from, but he saw through that to the core of hir person. He saw a pretty girl, and shi saw a man.\n\nTits sat back into hir balls, treating them like an overstuffed satin pillow, and gazed deeply at Raine’s shaft. Shi glanced upward to look at him, stanced on top of hir, snout obscured by the curve of his underboob. Shi couldn’t see his face, but from the way he cupped hir cheek with his hoof-tipped hand, holding hir like a delicate flower, shi knew he could see hir, and knew what to do. \n\nHow could shi ever pay him back?\n\n“I’m Tits…” shi said, and reveled in the wake of hir name. “Listen. My boobs are big. Can I suck you off?”\n\nShi deliberated on hir choice of words. ‘May I’ felt too deferential, and ‘is it alright if I kiss it’ seemed improper, coquettish and insincere for the kind of things she wanted to do to him.\n\nHis fingers brushed through hir headfur, cupping one of hir catlike ears, and his other hand stroked his penis in quiet appreciation of hir girliness and size. Shi closed hir eyes, alone with his body heat, and his undivided attention. Shi sat there in bliss, enjoying the euphoria of being treated not just as a woman, but as an object of his desire, a flower treated with care and consideration. The intensity of the male gaze, moderated by his embrace, brought out hir intensity in kind. \n\n“Yes,” said Raine softly. “You can.”\n\nThat was all the permission she needed.\n\nHis hand moved slowly down. He wrapped his fingers under his shaft and lowered it for hir, until hir eyes met his soft cumslit. Shi stared into it, a dickhole with ridges as soft as vulva, licking hir lips in rapt anticipation. His musk was strongest here, at the foot of his dick. It was so thick she saw steam coming off his equipment in fumes that dissolved thoughts and made hir pussy ache for relief. Hir erection went rigid, pressing into his massive furry testicles, but as erections went it was hardly needed. It wasn’t going anywhere. Hir attention was squarely on Raine. An organ meant to inseminate, to impregnate someone else with hir seed, was now a pulsing neon sign, advertising hir arousal, hir desperation, hir abject lust.\n\nRaine had the cock here. Raine was the man. Shi was the woman, the girl, the blushing slut at his feet. Hir penis showed affection, demonstrated it openly while his penis was meant to be lavished, worshipped until he blew his load all over hir, and showered hir face and tits in praise.\n\nShi started slow. Eyes lidded and voice low and heavy with lust, shi lolled out hir tongue and licked around the edge.\n\nThe grip in her headfur tightened a little. His hips gyrated, gradually at first but inviting hir to keep going.\n\nSo shi did. One hand on the shaft, squeezing hard, veiny flesh, another sprawled on his thigh, fingers spread, shi made out with his slit. She kissed and licked the bumpy surface, radiating heat and intoxicating scent, and went deeper, tasting the inside like a lover, tasting his last outing an hour ago in the faint taste of spunk. It couldn’t kiss back - but shi felt his hips shift, felt the muscles in his thighs tense and his ass clench and unclench. More than enough to tell hir how good of a job shi was doing.\n\nWhat was a girl to do? How could shi not french his cock like this? This overwhelming dick?\n\nEvery microadjustment was a level of ownership. Every twitch and subtle suggestion was a message. Before shi could guess how far they’d gotten, shi was taking him. Hir mouth opened as wide as it could, and shi felt him press against the roof and hir tongue, and somehow it was always alright, always pleasurable, never to the level of soreness or pain in hir jaw. \n\nHis pubic fur came closer.\n\nCloser.\n\nWith each thrust, Tits felt it take up more of hir vision, and felt hir throat fill with him, the taste of him filling hir brain with static.\n\nCloser.\n\n[i]Closer.[/i]\n\nHis hand was on it now. It stroked, sliding in time with hir mouth. Between dry swallows and muffled moans, shi tasted his enlarged fingernails, the scent oils in his fur, in between new waves of dickscent polluting hir and asking it to respond. Shi got shivers and felt weakness in hir muscles almost everywhere, bending to the allure of his impossible hyper dick.\n\nSoon hir ears were full of nonsense. Sounds mixed with textures. Gulps, wet slaps, spit sloshing in hir mouth, the throb of hir heart beating in hir ears, sticky sweat on his thighs, and slick cockflesh mounting hir and using hir, gliding down hir throat. \n\nShi moaned terribly. Raine grunted, as if he could feel hir aching affection, grinding his hips with the precision of a dancer who did this for a living, and for all shi knew he did. \n\n[i]Closer.[/i]\n\n[i][b]And closer.[/b][/i]\n\nThere was no way to tell how long it’d been. Their stamina had been heightened by the procedure that turned them hyper and non-human and made this licentious act possible to begin with. Whatever power the hotel had to make them grow so massive let hir take a penis bigger than shi was and enjoy every moment of it. They fucked for hours, or minutes, or days, it didn’t matter which. Not to Tits.\n\nAnd throughout hir lust, one thing remained clarified, effortless in its simplicity. Shi, as a gendered being, was the peak of that gender, pressed up to the firmament of what was considered possible. Feminine yearning, feminine in distilled, feminine inside and out. Feminine unfolding, into lush and unnecessary extremes. Feminine embracing, encompassing, embodying. \n\nShi couldn’t have known back then, staring at hirself in hir bathroom mirror, that shi would have ended up here at the end of the night, enjoying and being enjoyed by a buck of this caliber, but some part of hir wanted to be here. Not here specifically, but in the grasp of euphoric excess, becoming something shi was always meant to be.\n\nHir hands dropped from his dick. Shi lowered them to stroke hir own. He seemed to understand the signal, and withdrew his long, glistening penis from hir throat and then hir mouth all together, spit strands marrying the two for a brief, bright moment.\n\nJudging from the tension wound in his legs, he was ready to blow.\n\n“Where?”\n\nTits knew the answer before shi found words for it. Shi nearly screamed.\n\n“My face. My boobs. A-all over! Cum on my tits! Cum on my tits, please!”\n\nShi sensed a nod from him, and he held his shaft like a stud. Shi leaned back to receive him, opening wide, and when he finished—\n\nIt poured over her. \n\n“Aaaaahhhh~”\n\nLoad after load sprayed across hir face, hot and heavy. It hit hir eyelids and hir lips, and shi felt the burning potency in hir nose, his concentrated masculinity too powerful to put into words. But most importantly, most vitally of all, hir tits were soaked. Thick white lines coated hir sweat-matted fur, hitting hir huge, heaving breasts like a warm shower in someone else’s fluids. \n\n“Good girl,” he said. “Pretty girl. Pretty titty kitty. This is what girls deserve…”\n\nIt poured all over hir. It poured around hir too - on hir thighs and hir girlcock, and then on the carpet around hir knees, an endless fountain of spunk.\n\nTits felt a reciprocal tension flare in hir crotch, too powerful to stop, and so let it go. Hir balls squeezed, creaking even bigger with a loud rubbery squeal, a shiver went through hir fur, and shi painted the wall of his cervine nutsack white with hot spunk, along with the actual wall behind him, and the curtains, and the stage lights. Neither of them were the type to shoot blanks. They kept erupting, on and on and on, the doebuck grunting and crooning affirmations while he blasted rope on hir tits.\n\n“Good girl… get bigger for me. Expand. Expand. Grow! [i]Grow![/i]”\n\nThe depressions in the floor around began to fill, and shi heard the drains spin up to try to contain it, but it’d be a long time before this room would be clean enough to use again. At least a half hour. \n\nThe chuckle from him afterward felt validating. Shi laid there, in his seed, basking in the heat of hirself.\n\nThe two of them were almost equal now, at least in raw size. Tits had grown in fits and spurts the whole while, outpaced by hir breasts and buttcheeks, which always took some level priority. The huge jiggling spheres had nearly doubled since when shi came in, and they gave hir a preposterously cartoonish figure that looked more of an equal for this powerful stud. Yet it was far from hir thoughts now. Shi left it behind. All Tits could think in the wake of this moment, buoyed by an intensity of feeling, was that shi couldn’t perceive hir old self anymore. Shi couldn’t see it - not past the sheer gender holding hir tight, bringing hir back to the innocence of thoughtless love. The sweet realization of euphoria.\n\nShi recognized hirself more clearly in that haze than shi ever did with the veil of respectability. Shi never would have reached this understanding without a partner to take hir there, and to Raine, shi couldn’t be more thankful.\n\nAffirmations rang in hir head, over and over again.\n\nI’m… Tits…\n\nI’m Tits…\n\nI’m [b]TITS[/b]…\n\n \n\nWith one day left at the resort, Tits had hir measurements taken. Briar spent a few minutes stretching out a tape measure along hir body in various ways, and then with a smile announced shi not only stood sixteen feet tall but hir bust, balls and cheeks measured more than double that. Then, shi told hir shi was proud of hir, and that statement more than any other was what made Tits finally break down weeping with gender euphoria and gladness.\n\nWhen Tits had dried off hir tears, Briar suggested shi cap hir stay off with a guided hike. There were a few options available for outdoor activities - skinny dipping, golf, fly fishing, motor tours, “woodland roleplay” - but the hike called to hir. As the organizer and guide, the lemur fitted hir with a backpack and expandable hiking boots, and several carabiners, as was hir right as a queer person of fur and dick. Hir breasts were big enough now that they completely blocked hir own face, but shi’d brushed away an offer of a minder since hir psychic powers and a bit of resort dream logic filled in the gap without ease.\n\nThat morning shi woke up an hour earlier than hir alarm, fueled by anticipatory excitement and a dozen feet of morning wood. Shi’d remembered obliquely between masturbation sessions and in-depth roleplay that shi had liked the local area and liked climbing it, though shi worried the size difference would make the journey up the Blue Ridge distinctly unsatisfying.\n\nShi was delighted to be proven wrong.\n\nIt wasn’t clear how, but once they were on the trail to Elk Knob, the nearest amphibolite peak in the area, nature closed back in. Shi felt spatial relationships return to a semblance of normalcy, an intuitive balance, and to hir surprise, the sensation seemed familiar. After a moment’s reflection shi recalled treasuring the outdoors as a way to ground hirself, connecting with nature and purposely distancing hirself from the stress and worries of everyday life. Only now did shi make the connection, and with hir new body it was all wrapped up with hir dreams, gender and fursona too.\n\nThough the trail steadily climbed uphill, it never felt strenuous, and none of the hyper hikers grew out of breath. The group padded along in silent appreciation, occasionally stopping to gaze at a particularly interesting sight or to look at a special flower, the constant creaking and jiggling of their enormous, looming bodies a soft susurrus of background noise that fit in surprisingly well with the birdsong and the faint sounds of a distant breeze.\n\nWhile it had rained just that morning, the lingering mists gave the hike a peaceful atmosphere, and all the water trickling down the rocky, mossy seepages and the gravel trail made it seem as if the mountain itself were breathing. Tits had elected not to wear anything save the offered backpack and boots, and as time passed the humidity soon made hir grow slick and damp to the skin. The cool temperatures felt nice, hir nipples stiff and perky and hir penis radiating its own pleasant inner heat.\n\nTheir bodies may have been twenty, even thirty feet tall, but they were at home here in the woods, no matter how big they became. Hardwood trees towered over the mountain slope, not losing one bit of their majesty even with Tits’ increased height. Flower beds brushed hir feet like tender kisses, hir heavy swaying girlballs snagging an occasional leaf and carrying it along stuck to their underside like gold stars for effort. With splashes of mud and dirty water peppering hir curves, the inconvenience of the psychic dickgirl’s enormous assets kept calling hir attention to them and offering little affirming shudders of hyper gender euphoria. Immersed in hir walk, the sensations, and the mountain around hir, hir feet remained planted solidly on the ground the entire way. Floating would have been cheating.\n\nThey passed by long, lichen-covered outcrops of rock jutting at an angle from the hillsides, all lush with ferns, and the downed trees they stepped over and passed felt majestic and forlorn. The calcium-rich soil here supported patches of special and threatened flowers, with scarlet lilies and bright lavender-hued orchids popping up the higher they went as if to say hello. Copses of red elderberries and gnarled, stunted hawthorns led higher and deeper into the unknown, the places shi used to know taking on new meaning with hir new, beautiful body as shi familiarized hirself with the place memory called home.\n\nThe Appalachian Mountains. The Great Smokies and Blue Ridge. Asheville. Brevard. Spruce Pine. Boone. This was the place shi’d lived as a human. Shi recognized the wildlife, the flora blooming in the valley, the trilliums and the pink lady slippers and the waterfall shoals meandering down to the New river, and the ambient hum of insects in summertime.\n\nThere was a crumb of truth here shi had missed. It didn’t flood back to hir, no — but once the veil of opulence had lifted, and shi let hirself reconnect with those forgotten notes, shi remembered it, like a tune on the tip of your tongue. The spark that gave fantasy its charm, and reality its beauty. The real world could sometimes be just as special as the furry one.\n\nShi crested the peak at dusk, spattered with mud and damp with sweat and moisture, more at peace than shi’d been in a very long time. Here they towered above the trees not just because they were hyper furs, but because the gnarled branches were stunted by high winds and exposure to the elements. It gave them a full 360-degree view no human could have imagined. The group stopped to watch the clouds wash across the winding valleys below and listen to the sound of the wind racing along the ridgelines. Tits panted softly, winded from the trip up and slightly sore, but the strain contributed to hir appreciation of the Inn for letting hir do this, in making the hike an exercise in nostalgia. \n\nShi felt a familiar humility here. A humility shi’d touched before, and one shi’d touch again in due time. Not as a human (though shi still felt the urge to check up on hir finances and hir situation, and was probably due to go home anyway), but as hir ideal self, the self shi knew to be true, unbound and unrestrained.\n\nA thought came to hir.\n\n“Is it too late to rebook?”\n\nBriar looked over, a pair of binoculars held in one of hir paws. “Hm?”\n\n“Aaa. Sorry. I know you’re not at the desk right now.”\n\n“I’m still on duty. Never a bad time to ask.”\n\nThey took in the thin air together, the pleasant lightheadedness of being on the top of the world. Then she said:\n\n“Costs you nuthin’. How long y’wanna stay extra?” [i]How much bigger do you want to get?[/i]\n\nTits thought about it, appreciating the lemur’s gentle smile. Shi gently cupped a cluster of bright orange-yellow Flame Azalea flowers before plucking one and tucking it behind hir ear. The world waited for hir at the foot of the mountain, but it could wait longer. This was what shi came for.\n\nShi gave Briar a warm smile.\n\n“… a few nights more ought to be good.”"
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  "description": "In which a new dickgirl named Big Tits sheds hir humanity to book a vacation at the Omni Grove Park Inn, a strange and wonderful place that warps reality itself to ensure a perfect, gender-affirming stay. \n\n-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-\n\nIt took a year to get this finished, but it was absolutely worth the wait. I'd been looking forward to working with [fa]ebikiyo[/fa] for a long time because they're so good, and in the end as an apology for the wait they went above and beyond with the story length. This is maybe the most specifically-targeted work I could possibly commission from someone, meant to not only appeal to all of the gender feelings I've been experiencing over the past few years but also hit the nostalgia I have for the area I grew up in, how wonderful the furry fandom is for expressing yourself, and even taking into account my fixation with boobmews and how they represent femininity to me.\n\nI suppose you could say it's like a love letter to the fandom and all my time in it.\n\nHonestly, I think I could have pushed Charlie to lean harder on the speechfucking aspects, but that would have sacrificed some of the good emotional bits so I think this is maybe the best possible story I could have asked for. And, as it turned out, it makes for a fitting goodbye note, since I've moved on from the mountains now...\n\nAnyway, I decided it was fitting to upload this for my birthday... even if it's a few days late. [i]C'est la vie~[/i]\n\nIf you want to read the original story with the proper formatting, which couldn't be preserved for the upload here (especially important because there's at least one section that needs it), it's at this google docs link [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zG6QpmUjrzFXXWYPVXcZXwoupO2CigM6c4PcZBcjAho/edit?usp=sharing]here[/url]!\n\nAlso, go fave [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62428954/]the author's upload[/url] too."
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"writing": "A Few Nights More\nSay Hello to the Happiest Days of Your Life\n\n\nBy CharlieGM\nCommission for Rykela\nEdited by Dreads\nWord Count: ~19,100 Words\nTags: Post-TF, Anthro TGTF (Human (???) to Hyper Mew Herm (shi/hir)), Hyper (Breasts, Cocks, Asscheeks), Mini-Macro, Macro, Growth, Scents, Mild Speechfucking/Compulsion, Species Play, Furry Culture, Gender Euphoria, Medical Trigger, Spa Setting, Consensual, Intimate Moments, Explicit, Penetration, Oral, Titfucking, Bukkake, Good End\nRated Adult\n\n\n\n_____ __________ tended to forget their dreams. At this particular moment, the one swirling behind their eyes was having trouble deciding whether to flicker back out into the velvet dark, or stay and become real.\n\nThey dreamt they were somewhere pleasant.\n\n“Oh, we’ve got eyelid movement.”\n\nThey were lying on their back, basking in the gentle heat of a golden sun. \n\n“Positive EKG. Blood pressure is 116 by 74, breathing steady. Shi’s in perfect health.”\n\nTheir body was a footnote in things, their emotions vivid, their shape glowing in an otherwise indistinct world. Serenaded by susurrations, voices shi couldn’t quite hear. Fully relaxed and comfortable. Yes, that’s the word. That’s what shi was. Comforta…\n\nHey.\n\nHey wait a minute. \n\nRun that back.\n\nDid shi just call hirself…?\n \n“Easy now. Give hir some room.”\n\n“Giving the customer room, sir!”\n\nNo. No clearly, clearly hir internal monologue missed the memo. It’s ‘she,’ wasn’t it? Not ‘shi?’ There was practically no difference in phonemes, they sounded near to the same - yet one was miles more authentic than the other in self-portrait. Once out of the bottle, shi couldn’t rightly put it back in.\n\nShi. Hir.\n\nFemale, male. Both?\n\n“Mmmh…” Both felt right.\n\n_____ __________ licked dry lips. Hir eyelids felt heavier than they should be, while hir body felt pleasantly light. Shi opened the former slowly, and the sun overhead resolved into a spa lamp. A dozen small voices around hir hushed each other. \n\nShi noticed shi was in a white gown. Shi tilted hir snout (did shi always have one of those?) down to look at hirself, and saw a plunging canyon of pink cleavage. A pair of humongous hills with puffy caps sitting on top of hir chest, tenting tight cotton fabric and drawing long, deep shadows over the rest of hir body. The only thing shi could see clearly past it, and only when shi exhaled fully, was the blatant-looking bulge on the other side, a soft mound on two firm pillows parked between hir thighs, larger than a medicine ball. Larger certainly than the heart monitor to hir immediate right. It rose several feet in the air in a curved arc, flaccid to the end yet still audibly straining the gown whenever the sex underneath it throbbed, flaring its circumcised glans pornographically as if it rehearsed for this moment specifically.\n\nNeither seemed entirely out of place somehow. Which should have been weird.\n\n“Where did these come from?” _____ asked groggily, trying in vain to see over hir frankly ridiculous proportions and determine where she was. \n\nAn observation caught up with hir. Hir cheeks flushed brightly, as brightly as they could through fur. “And… why can't I remember my name…”\n\nShi pulled hirself up. The bed beneath hir creaked, hydraulic gaskins giving a dry rasp with the abrupt change in weight. An upscaled oximeter device on hir finger turned over. Hir breasts and bulge folded together, giving hir a unexpected shiver of euphoria that made hir hands clench up and the heart monitor rise a beat. Shi felt pointed ears twitch, taking in hir surroundings, and thick legs with pawed feet hanging over the opposite end of the bed, replete with peets, and everywhere between coated in a quarter inch layer of pink fur. Everywhere except dark pink nipples and almost dark lavender-colored cockflesh.\n\nThere were humans about. _____ blinked, gawking at them, or rather down at them. A co-ed team of Lilliputian nurses and pathologists in little white lab coats gathered around in a circular operating theatre with stepladders, forklifts and a marbled floor. \n\nThe human professionals looked up at hir expectantly, and nothing about their proportions suggested they were ones out of the ordinary. It wasn’t that they were especially small.\n\nShi was especially [b]big[/b].\n\nThe theatre reflected this. The bed, the gown and the machines around her were built to scale, meant for the comfort of a nine or ten foot tall creature. Even the double doors located at the far end had highway clearance. Useful amenities for ____’s needs like towels and cabinets matched smaller versions at ‘human’ height, located in spaces considerate of the height difference. Shi had to remind hirself this was How Things Are rather than How They Should Be.\n\nThe lead physician, an older man with a snow white beard, smiled and stepped up. “I see you’re awake. Good morning!”\n\n\n_____ stared. They barely reached the mattress. Weren’t they shocked at hir? Chagrinned? Shi’d take chuffed at this point.\n\nShi raised a pink hand and absentmindedly scratched hir cheek, looking over the semi-circle of doctors. “Good morning, um. I have several questions.”\n\n\n“I’m sure,” said the lead physician professionally. “We’ll do our best to answer them if you answer ours.”\n\n“Your question?”\n\n\n“Standard procedure,” he assured hir. “I assume this is your first time at our Omni Grove facility?”\n\nHe offered his hand. _____ looked at it skeptically, then reluctantly reached down to shake it with hir thumb and forefinger.\n\n“I-- I’m sorry, Omni Grove?”\n\n“Omni Grove Adult Therapy and Hyper Spa, Ashe County, North Carolina,” the physician explained. “It’s up country. My name is Doctor ___________, and this is the intake team. Our names are not important.” \n\nHe gestured. The doctor’s colleagues waved and nodded. His name slipped somewhere between the couch cushions of perception.\n\n“Um. Yeah sure.”\n\n“We performed the metagenetic procedure that returned you an idyllic form of self-perception, based on the F-list profile you submitted prior to your stay.”\n\n“My what profile?”\n\nThe physician’s assistant replied helpfully. “The source for these. You put hyper, Mew and herm at the top of the list, and specified….”\n\nShe took a ruler out of her coat pocket and attempted to pantomime the recommended size by drawing it, but quickly ran into the problem of insufficient armspan. She flailed, ponytail bobbing, trying to articulate the gap.\n\n“That big, haha~”\n\n _____ huffed and stuffed hir breasts under hir arms with feverishly warm cheeks. Hir buoyant boobs spilled over them with a muffled but decidedly cartoonish -bwoomp-, wider than her hips and individually several tons larger than anyone else present.\n\nSo that’s what shi was? A Mew herm? Those particular words came back to hir. Mew as in the mythical Pokemon Mew, #151, and herm as in hermaphrodite. Shi/hir. Was that the compromise between genders? A neopronoun? Did shi have both sexes?\n\n\nA cursory check and a prickle of fur on the back of hir neck told hir yes, shi did.\n\n“You’re currently recovering from the effects of anesthetic,” the lead physician said coolly, “and experiencing a form of controlled short-term memory loss. This is intentional. We do this every time. It’s to ease the process of transition to your preferred identity. Think of it as starting with a clean slate, without the baggage one associates with a previous self in the formative stages of ego development. I want you to be assured, we have taken every precaution to protect your former identity as you make yourself comfortable within our recreational facilities. When your stay is over, you may elect to return to your previous state of consciousness.” \n\n“The last thing we need to do here is take your measurements. Once we have those, you’re free to proceed to check-in, choose your name and start your vacation.”\n\n _____ felt butterflies in hir chest. Hir tail flitted happily on the floor. Shi ran a hand through hir head fur, grappling with the implications. Shi ordered this. And now shi had a vacation package at some kind of secluded resort, a facility with guests like hir. \n\n\nLike hir. Distinctly not human. [i][b]Hermaphrodite.[/b][/i] Shi filed hirself in the latter category minutes ago and didn’t regret it once. Glancing down into hir cleavage again, feeling how hir firm nuts pressed against hir knees when shi shifted, seeing huge hips, full thighs and the effortless way they filled out a figure - it felt tailored for hir specifically. A representation of hir inner self turned outward, in a way a human body with human proportions couldn’t. The proportions were absurd, comically unnatural, but that was the thrill, and now that they’d spoiled hir with this body, shi couldn’t imagine being in anything less.\n\nShi drew in a shaky breath. “Right! Um. Measurements…”\n\nShi slid hir legs over the side of the patient bed and let hir familiar-yet-unfamiliar pawpads touch marble. Coolness rippled through hir elongated soles, all the way to hir calves. Glancing down, shi took a moment to admire all of hirself, hir hands cupping and roaming. Behind hir, hir buttcheeks jutted ponderously, just as weightless and round as hir chest, and hir long ropelike tail idly trailed in the air like a flag in a breeze. Supportive doctors standing at hip level parted to give hir a wide berth.\n\nOne thing at a time, shi decided. One thing at a time.\n \n\nSeveral rounds of testing followed after that. Neurological tests, acuity tests, weigh-ins (which provoked blushing fits), measurements with tape. This was standard procedure after coming back up from an operation, but something about needing multiple doctors climbing hir body like scaffolding to confirm that yes, _____’s breasts were 90 inches after all, and hir waist was half that, possibly less, tickled hir pink. Well, pinker.\n\nIt was hard to be more pink than a towering Mew.\n\n _____ was, according to their measurements, ten feet tall, or three hundred and five centimeters. With hir tail, that number bumped up to twelve feet and change, and if we included volume, well we’d be here all day. Beneath hir breasts, which were the only thing _____ could see past her shoulders besides hir knee-slapping hyper cock, shi was nearly as wide as shi was tall, and suffered little for it. The cow scale they used registered a mass of almost five hundred pounds overall, half a ton of hip, cock and boob, but none of it seemed to impact _____’s mobility in any substantial capacity. Shi didn’t feel it. In fact, when shi thought about it at all, hir kinesthetic senses seemed to kick in and erase any undue feeling of massiveness. One of the doctors made a comment to the effect of ‘subconscious levitation’ which felt like a reasonable explanation after freaking out about it.\n\nShi had psychic powers. More than that, shi had such complete control over them shi didn’t feel the need to activate anything. It was a part of hir. Extending hir reach, carrying hir weight, adjusting the sway and bounce of hir equipment and the force of hir footsteps until it felt right, it was all a form of expressed intent. Reality did not apply, and when it did, it was on hir terms, to hir preferences.\n\nAnother little thing to be giddy about. Shi would explore that later.\n\nWhen the medical team finished up, they handed her a manilla folder. It contained within it hir previous self’s records — foreign to _____’s experience thus far but still important for documentation - and directed hir to ‘the front desk,’ like shi knew where that was.\n\nIt took some pathfinding through the medical wing to get out. Shi wandered through twenty foot halls, querying very busy, very courteous medical personnel who somehow weren’t intimidated by a Mew twice their size, and looking through hir cleavage to avoid bumping into them. The ‘excuse me miss’ and ‘pardon me ma’am’ they politely appended to their responses did not strictly help hir find hir way, but they still stirred up butterflies in hir stomach.\n\n[i]Miss? [b]Ma’am?[/b][/i]\n\nThey were strangers, yes, but it felt somehow intimate to be noticed like that. \n\n[i]Yes, I am a miss[/i], hir heart said, [i]and no, I don’t mind. Whatever gave you that idea? Just. Just keep calling me that. If you could.[/i]\n\nShi didn’t say that out loud, of course, but god hir lips wanted to. It wasn’t clear if this feeling came from a prior lack of misses and ma’ams or an attraction so strong it appealed regardless of how femme shi’d actually been. Shi hoped it was the latter.\n\nEventually one of the colored paths in the tile floor led _____ to a set of heavy double doors. Shi shuffled up to it and pushed tentatively through.\n\nGranite stones lined long walls. Great windows looked out on mountain country, rolling hills and hardwood forest for miles. A flame crackled in an old fireplace the length of a minibus. Furniture flanked it from multiple angles, rustic leather couches and Rockwell recliners made of expensive-looking leather. They made way for a landing near the center of what she recognized now was the lobby, one revolving door leading to the drive-up, and the other to a terrace. Each end sat at distinctly different scales, with the former meant for loading and unloading shuttles back to town, and the latter made for things that could sit astride said shuttles. \n\nAt the far corners were a small herd of lacquered mahogany lounge chairs and tables, arranged to lend a sense of spontaneity to a curated scene. A rolling liquor cabinet was set to one side, with wine glasses of ascending size ready to be used at a moment’s notice. Next to it, neatly coiled on itself, was a shop vacuum labeled ‘the Cum Cleaner,’ and every few feet, shi saw a drain cut in the floor with a gently sloping divot, inconspicuously placed but conspicuous in its function. Smaller amenities like person-sized doors and drinking fountains were concessions more than reminders; the space was designed for anthros to inhabit first, and humans a distant second.\n\n“Geez… how much did I pay for this…”\n\n_____ stepped out gingerly, taking in the ambiance. The lobby would have been cavernous for people half hir size, shi supposed. Not to hir, though. For hir sensibilities, this was the perfect fit. The conjoined rooms connecting the common room to the lobby were empty this time of day - a little before noon if shi had it right - but shi suspected they were trafficked by anthros at peak hours. Shi listed between fixtures, running hir pink hand over smooth table surfaces, imagining the commotion. Shi absorbed the smell of wood chips and pine, picked honeysuckle and fresh Carolina rose, and noted the lack of chemical scents. No lysol aftertaste, no air freshener, not a hint of bleach or borax or ammonia. It surprised hir, but it really shouldn’t have.\n\nShi did detect semen, though. Semen, and a faint dose of musk.\n\n_____ sniffed. A breadth of weight suggested… size, and funnily enough girl. Disconnected concepts, of course, highly unquantifiable, but the more shi took them in, the more palpable and real they felt. The smells almost flirted with each other, like two girls deciding the best way to spend a night in each other’s arms. Shi felt color in hir face again, the shiver of another flush of arousal. \n\nShi let it guide hir. Shi weaved between granite pillars looking for the source of the smell, floating ass over end with hir thin tail held high and unintentionally (or maybe intentionally, you could never tell) presenting hir taint and vagina to the world. It was a while before shi saw the front lobby and check-in desk beside it, and the creature working on the other side, making notes in an accounting book.\n\n____ blinked out of hir reverie. The figure resolved into an anthro, then a woman, then the most beautiful woman shi’d ever seen. \n\nStatuesque didn’t do them justice. To _____’s ten feet, she was a giant, easily twenty feet tall if not more. Their name tag identified them as ‘Briar,’ with ‘shi/hir’ appended below, but it was a speck on the far side of a mountain of boob, set slightly off-kilter with both of hir vast tits squeezed into a crisp button-up and tie. They looked ready to spill out, straining the tiny buttons to their absolute limits. Long dark stains decorated the peaks of hir nipples, and the top of hir bust nearly obscured hir snout. Tufts of fur poked through the gaps between, white in the belly and banded running down the length of hir poofy tail. This alone would have been sufficient justification to call the clerk a bombshell — but _____ was waist high, and thus eye-level with the clerk’s enormous, shorts-warping, counter-straddling bulge, clad in generously-tight violet khaki fabric. It required more cloth than a circus tent, and even then it could barely contain the gender concentrated inside it.\n\n _____ could smell the clerk’s equipment from across the room, the pleasant reek of sexuality. That’s what that was. Penis. Shi could feel the heat radiating off the surface of hir bulge, practically inviting hir to walk up and touch it, to hold it in hir hands and covet its vulgarity. The fact the clerk was a lemur was almost secondary.\n\nIt was about this time the clerk chuckled.\n\n“Well then, I see someone’s awake. Arright, so, lemme give you the spiel - welcome to the Omni Grove Park Inn! The world’s first and only hypersexual reality spa. Would you be so kind as to tell me your reservation number?”\n\n_____ blinked, suddenly remembering Briar’s eyes were up there. Way, way up there.\n\nShi craned hir neck.\n\n“Oh! Oh um. Gosh, you’re really pretty. Gosh. I’ve never seen anyone as big as you before. I-is everyone here like this? I can’t stop staring. I usually don’t have a problem with tits and penises like yours, but they’re just so impressive!”\n\n____ flummoxed, squirming in place. Shi touched hir throat. What prompted that? And why did shi say it so fawningly?\n\nBriar beamed. “Aww! Well y’didn’t need to say. Your penis is hard. I could tell you were interested from that.” \n\nShi gave a boob-occluded gesture with hir finger. _____ followed where shi pointed, and saw hir erection coming through hir cleavage like a breaching whale.\n\n“… oh, I’m-” _____ flummoxed, reflexively covering hirself. “I-I guess it is. A-and I am. Haha~…”\n\n“S’alright!” Briar reassured hir. Shi flapped hir handpaw. The wall of flesh behind hir sloshed like a tanker truck. Hir voice had a twanging, melodic accent to it, which to _____’s ears sounded like upcountry Carolinian, born and raised hillfolk. “You’re in a good place! We don’t mind sudden erections here. The bigger, the better.”\n\nShi changed the subject as ____ squirmed with a dopey grin on hir face. “Anyway - could I get your reservation number, please?”\n\n_____ rummaged through the folder for something that might have been a reservation number. “Um! Sixty-two twenty-two?”\n\nBriar turned to consult the schedule board on the wall behind hir. How shi avoided knocking the flower pot off the counter with a swing of hir bulge, _____ didn’t know, but the slightly tempered smell was a relief and maybe a disappointment. \n\n“… I see you!” said Briar. Shi marked it off with a hyper-friendly blue marker, the same blue as Briar’s stylized undercut. She wore it with a pride that spoke to the unfettered spirit of the furry working class. “That’ll do ya! You’re right on time, darlin’.”\n\n_____ wondered. Shi looked over the counter, and found stationary, checkbooks, sanitation supplies, but no modem and no desktop tower to speak of. They must do everything analog here.\n\nBriar looked over hir shoulder, giving an easy-going smile. “Do y’all have a name picked out already?”\n\n_____ blinkered, processing the question. Right. A name. Shi was still missing one. “Wait, picked out?”\n\n“Uh-huh! Any hypers checking into the Inn have their choice’a body and name, and pursuant to that rule, we allow all guests the option to determine a new name if the old one ain’t satisfactory.”\n\n“Is that an up-charge?”\n\n“Honey, you ain’t being charged.” \n\n“Yeah okay, but.”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“But like.” _____ shrank a little. Hir tail wrapped nervously around hir leg. “Sorry. This… feels a little too good to be true, y’know. It’s a lot to wrap my bulge around.”\n\n“Head?”\n\n“Head is good,” _____ replied earnestly, before the rest of the thought got through. Hir face turned red again. “Aaagghhh, fuck~. I dunno, can you recommend one?”\n\nBriar’s tail swished behind hir, clearly interested. Shi turned and leaned against the countertop, pressing tents of boob and cockflesh together into a creaking melody of taxed inseams. _____ pricked up hir ears. Shi stared into Briar’s big eyes, unsure what to do, but sure that shi was being appreciated by another fur with taste, that shi had become an object of desire. A pulse ran all the way to the tip of hir feminine dick. Shi squirmed in place, grinning from ear to pointed ear. [i]Major Tom to Ground Control, shi’s looking at me. Repeat, I am being perceived.[/i]\n\n“Weeeeell… I think you’re the prettiest girl I seen today.”\n\n_____’s throat tightened. A thump of euphoria made hir heart swell.\n\n“… yeah…?”\n\n“And these tits you got here are awfully appealing. May I?”\n\nBriar didn’t have to ask. _____ stood straighter and nodded, offering hir… hir tits to be felt up. Briar, a responsible employee at this establishment, cupped hir handpaws under their porn star perk, the perfect roundness _____ never knew shi wanted, but felt so natural to just be. Thin fingers brushed across pink fur and salmon-colored areolae, tracing the edge with the tip of each claw. Shi was delicate like _____ was delicate. Demure, soft, blemish-free. Shi was mostly tits compared to hir vanishing waist and body. In that way, shi was liberated from the obligation to be anything other than hirself, and in Briar’s hands, it was impossible not to lean in, to soak in that recognition. _____ let hir feelings take over, let hir eyes close as the euphoric hum made its way through hir and out of hir like a current. Shi was shamelessly groping hir, enjoying hir, but somehow treating _____’s body with the respect it seemed to crave not just as a herm but as a fluster-y core of femininity. Girl in bold. Girl in all ways. Girl for touching. Girl exhibited.\n\nShi would have melted if shi could.\n\nBriar seemed to notice. After a thorough inspection, shi reached gently for _____’s chin and raised it under a padded finger. _____ couldn’t help but giggle airily, fluttering hir lashes.\n\n“Hhhaaah… mmhh, like that…”\n\nBriar mulled it over. Then shi said: “What about… Big Tits the Boobmew? You like that?”\n\nThe name went through one ear and out the other before Big Tits realized it was hirs now. That was it. No argument. No counter-offer. It slotted into place like it was always meant to be, like it had been waiting for the right combination of syllables to fully articulate the dimensions of hir identity. \n\nIt took hir breath away. Shi then noticed a rumbling coming from her chest, a low vibrating sound too deep to be a hum and too loud to be private. \n\nBriar simply giggled, to Tits’ immediate embarrassment.\n\n[i]God, is that me? Am I doing that? It’s so loud…! I know that sound, that’s—… I’m…[/i]\n\nThe possibility pinkened Tits’ cheeks. The fact it was coming from hir made it personal. Shi felt several emotions crash into each other. Confusion, delight, recognition. Shi was purring. \n\nShi couldn’t help hirself. Shi pressed needily into Briar’s fingers, rubbing them against the grain of hir cheek fur, purring louder and longer. Shi’d been too distracted to really think about things like affirmations, names, gendered qualities, but this kind of attention brought it to the fore. With it came an immediate, physical response, a brimming affection that turned hir into a mess of gender fluids.\n\n[i]That’s me. I’m purring.[/i]\n\n[i]Shi called me a Tits and I’m purring, because.[/i]\n\n[i]Because I’m a boobmew [b]girl[/b]…[/i]\n\nA point of pleasure bloomed in Tits’ hips, spurred by hir acknowledgement. Something tight squeezed in the soft places of hir sex - an oversized prostate, possibly, or something else unique to furry physiology - and a crackle of sensitivity traveled the length of Tits’ firm yet veinless, completely smooth and pink girldick all the way to the cut glans at the very end. Shi lurched into that feeling, holding onto it, holding onto the counter, hir body tense and face tight-\n\nAnd then shi heard a splatter. Tits bit hir lip. Shi heard it smack the underside of the counter, and then slapped the stone and the hardwood lacquer once, twice, three times. Shi felt a clarifying relief wash down her back and pool around her toes, the warmth of freshly dispensed affection, and felt hir bottled up emotions come out as a satisfied sigh.\n\n“G-god.” \n\nIt should have been humiliating. Surely, you’re not supposed to cum in front of people. All over the floor too? \n\nIt didn’t seem to matter. Shi breathed in hir scent, and felt dizzy from it.\n\n“I’m…” Tits stammered, self-conscious. Shi was dizzy with elation. Shi almost laughed. “Purring~...”\n\n Semen pooled around hir feet. Shi came, and on feelings alone no less. Girlspunk had been ejected from hir overactive testicles and was now drooling all over the lobby floor. It stank with sweet notes of a flower bed, of fruits and syrup and lavender, effuse in its smelly texture, and the puddle seeped towards the nearest drain grate like spilled cream. \n\nIt was a lot. Gallons, in fact. Gallons of churned cum now oozing off the siding and filling in an off-white puddle. This was more than shi could have expected, more than hir previous self had ever cum before, at once and at all, and all because hir name sounded pretty.\n\nPart of hir felt a pang of reflexive shame. Another part, still reeling from hir accidental orgasm, felt [i]alive[/i].\n\nIf shi could cum on a hair trigger and feel this good, what would a dedicated JO session feel like? Buried deep in hir fixations and riding waves of pleasure to a toe-clenching conclusion? Better yet, what would sex feel like? Real, actual, honest-to-goodness hyper-on-hyper sex?\n\nThe thought glittered in the back of hir mind.\n\n“Tits it is then~,” said Briar affectionately. Shi winked, and knelt for a rag to wipe the counter down. “Y’all best get started to your room. We’ll get this cleaned up, don’t you worry.”\n\nTits nodded dreamily, barely hearing hir. “Alright, haha…~”\n\n“One more thing, though, before you go - could I get your measurements?”\n\n“My measurements…?”\n\n“S’for your room key, darlin’.”\n\n“OH. Right. Ahh…”\n\nIt took a moment, but Tits remembered. Shi leaned in and whispered. Briar bent down, listened, then nodded and turned back to the board (missing the floor pot again). She took a keychain off the rackboard with a label that matched her cup size. Room 81-JJ.\n\n“Oh, and take a program while you’re at it,” Briar added. \n\nShi gave Tits a pamphlet. Tits took it absentmindedly as shi wandered off in the vague direction of the guest suites, wobbling like a cum-addled compass needle. \n\n“Itinerary starts at 11!”\n\n\n\n\n[center][t]OMNI GROVE PARK INN[/t]\n—— Monday Itinerary —— \n~hosted by the lovely Briar~\n\nHyper || Kink || Culture || Politics || Hobbies\n\n\nNew Guest Orientation \nBriar - Meeting Hall\n11:00-11:15\n—\n-\n\nMorning Aerobics at the Pool, followed by communal shower \nIngrid the Orca - Main Pool\n11:00 - 11:45\n—\n-\n\nContinental Brunch\nEnglish Breakfast - Dining Hall West\n 12:00-12:30 for 10-20ft, 12:30-1:00 for 20ft and up\n—\n-\n\nFreestyle!\n—\nDickmeasuring Contest - Buck Callaway (Room 102; 1:00-2:30)\n-\nAnh Minh’s Birdwatching Club - Anh Minh (North Gazebo; 1:15-3:15)\n-\nSeminar: Transformation Literature and Workshop - Abigail Linh (Heritage Ballroom; 1:00-2:50)\n-\nHike Through the Hills - Briar (Assembling in the lobby; 1:15-4:30)\n-\nMacro Monday: An Introduction to Sizeplay - Dragon Princess Chloe (Rear Lawn; 1:00-2:15)\n-\nTesticular Yoga - Instructor Sylvie Fluffbottom (Ballroom 1; 1:30 - 3:30)\n-\nEnjoying and Becoming Pregnant Women - Hana the Fox (Ballroom 2; 1:45 - 3:30)\n-\nTransition QnA and Workshop - Multiple (Ballroom 3; 1:30-3:30)\n-\nArt Trade Symposium - Violet Skunk (Ballroom 4: 1:45-3:30)\n-\nNonbinary Expression Through Condoms and Jerseys - Raine the Doebuck (Ballroom 6; 2:00-3:00)\n-\nDoug Winger Appreciation Hour - Franziska Westminster (Ballroom 1; 3:30-4:30)\n-\nSculpting with Gideon - Gideon (Ballroom 2: 3:30-4:30)\n-\nThe Grand Opera Holodeck Dating Environment - Duchess de Balzac (Sammons Wing lobby; 1:00 - 4:00)\n-\nProgressive Action Organizing - Representative Patricia Saurass (NC-12) (Rockefeller Solarium; 1:00-3:00)\n-\nAfternoon Tea Time - Franziska Westminster (Rockefeller Solarium; 3:30-6:00)\n-\nSkinny Dipping in the New River - Briar (New River Pier - 5:00-6:00) \n-\nAnime Club Movie: Revolutionary Girl Utena - (Cinema 3; 2:00-4:00)\n-\nAnime Club Watches: First Four Episodes of Dandadan - (Cinema 3;4:00-6:00)\n—\n-\n\n \nDinner\nVegas Buffet - Dining Hall East\n6:00-7:00 for 10-20ft, 6:30-7:30 for 20ft and up.\n—\n-\n\nDJ Mixer\nTetzlcoatl - Vanderbilt Wing\n7:00 to 12:00\nAll Genders Welcome\n—\n-\n\nSpeakeasy Holodeck Dating Environment \nDuchess de Balzac (Sammons Wing lobby; 8:00 - 12:00)\n—\n-\n\nAll Day Facilities\n(open all hours and maintained continuously by Inn staff)\n—\nOpen Spa - Spa Building\n-\nOpen Gym - Vanderbilt Wing Gymnasium\n-\nOpen Arcade - Sammons Rhododendron Suite\n-\nCommunity Stage\n-\nCommunity Swimming Pool\n-\nFree Projectors - Cinemas 1, 2 and 4\n-\nMacro-Friendly Golf Facility\n(back/front 9 or 18 holes)\n-\nDrawing Room § \n-\nGrand Library with Private Rooms\n-\nThe Winged Lion’s Tailory and Alterations Market*§ \n-\nSnao’s GRO+ Injection Counter*§ \n-\nCafe Cicero Coffee Bar*\n-\nThe Topline @ Omni Grove Park Restaurant and Grill*\n(kosher, halal, vegetarian, vegan and keto options included!)\n-\nSunset Cocktail Bar*\n—\n-\n*room service applicable\n§ all transformations temporary OR permanent on request[/center]\n\n\n\nThe Omni Grove catered to an exclusive clientèle. Within that narrow slice of the population, however, lay a broad milieu of shapes, colors, sights and smells unique in every respect. Hundreds of different orientations, genders, plumbing configurations and aesthetic preferences, scaled or furred or finned, expressed themselves inside its halls, breasted and cocked. There were too many to count. \n\nTits found hirself in the middle of it. Shi drifted under looming shadows that giggled shortly afterward at hir gaping mouth. \n\n“Hey sweetie!”\n\n“Wow, shi’s floating~”\n\n“Ohhh, hir tail is adorable~!! Look at it go!”\n\n“Pretty parade balloon…”\n\nShi had gotten lost on hir way to hir room. Normally, this would have been the point to ask the other patrons of the hotel where to find room ‘holy fucking shit you’re huge,’ but Tits had trouble focusing. Doors were open, patrons were chatting. The halls went on in every direction, and in every direction there was dick.\n\n“Where… I’m… sorry, I have to… um…”\n\nShi tip-toed underneath the chest of a hyena pornstar standing in front of her room, clad in a leather jacket and smoking an E-cig. Her collar, barely visible past her underboob, identified her as ‘SPIKE.’ She chuckled darkly upon seeing Tits come out from underneath her and mussed up hir headfur with a plump paw. Then she muttered something saucy enough to make hir heart want to explode. \n\n“THAT’S OKAY. MAYBE LATER???”\n\n“Anytime.”\n\nShi scurried off to chortles and laughter from the other obscenely gendered furs. It was always someone’s first time at the Omni Grove Inn.\n\nThe patrons were staggering. Briar set the standard, but what Tits saw here was beyond words. The surgical team at the Omni Grove had done a good job of bringing out the energy that made furry art eclectic, finding novel ways to represent line thickness, color grading and proportionality in a reality that rejected both out of hand. It shouldn’t have been possible with current medical science, and yet it hung plumply in front of hir face. Styles ranged wildly from the unwaveringly realistic therian ideal to classic cartoons, storybook fable creatures, Maid Marian foxes, Baloo bears, renaissance Disney-alikes, pocket monster watercolors in various degrees of ferality, Mobians, album cover creatures, chakat taurs, modern OCs pulled from lush reference sheets, and e621 sex gods puffing on cigars and wearing leather belt loops loaded with wrapped condoms and holstered sex toys. The unfiltered gamut of expression, anywhere and everywhere, encompassing the vast extent of the furry community, and it was all right in front of hir.\n\nShi recognized almost every style. There was a Doug Winger fur for every Pawberry and Volkenfox. A Gideon stud or Jollyjack amazon for each Robertge shortstack, chatting conversationally while their nuts dragged on the floor. \n\nHow exactly shi was familiar with furry artists eluded hir, but it seemed silly in retrospect. Shi came to a furry spa. Of course shi would be one. Of course it’d cater to gigantic representations of themselves.\n\nAnd those representations breasted together boobily. There was hardly a body without boobs. Some sported pornstar falses, swollen like balloons with silicon pumps. Some had natural perk jutting out five feet forward and five feet across, lighter than air. Some were almost pecs, flat moobs rippling with muscle or sagging with fat, blessed with tender nipples in colors complimentary to their flesh. Some had piercings. Some were obscenely natural. Some had a pleasant, exaggerated sag that drew the eye to shiny, dimpling mom bellies and firm dad guts, riven by treasure trails. Some were degrees smaller than the child-bearing hips and round cheeks marking out greatly exaggerated pear and apple figures. They fondled their fat packages without much shame, sizes graded seemingly by the owner’s particular gender preference, where the intricacies of length, softness and inherent aura decided pronouns at a glance. Clothing seemed optional. Shi could find any combination of lace thong, panties, briefs, skirts, shorts, dresses, bath towels, and jeans, whose shafts implied themselves through subtle shading or blatantly stressed bulges, or were simply left hanging out, gratuitously self-evident, in order to soak up admiration and preface a date to a white dinner.\n\nIt was the speciation among sex organs that truly fascinated Tits, for understandable reasons. There were plenty of species here. Everywhere shi looked, shi found new endowments to gawk. A few were at eye level, some below, most far above. Fifteen feet tall put you on the smaller end of the pack. There were big jock cocks and little princess penises tied off with ribbons. There were girldicks and man-clits, bristling with pubic fur. There were demure chastity cages and chunky, swaggering cock rings. There were scrotums in black lace nutbras and garterbelted penises dressed to intimidate. There were puffy sheaths rimmed with plush fur, built like satin pillows with a surprise inside, and thigh-filling dragon testicles painted with striped scales. All kinds led seamlessly to a second mound behind their initial taint where a mons sat, labia and clitorises proudly ensconced, as loose or as tight or as thick as desired, a reflection of the loose liminal boundaries of sex and gender.\n\nNo one seemed bothered by it. No one seemed self-conscious of their overt sexuality, or if they did they hid it very well. Guests moved between their assigned hotel rooms and the rolling coffee bar, flirting with one another, confident in themselves, openly lusty and touching each other. They complimented their penises, bared their breasts, and touched each other and themselves. There was commotion over ‘the new girl’ but beyond that, life went on like they’d never been human.\n\nThe thought rang in her ears. Never been human. Formerly human. No longer human. \n\nThere was only one thing they could be. Themselves.\n\nTits’ brain rejected this conclusion, in spite of (seriously) compelling evidence, though that was less out of obstinance and more from sheer overstimulation.\n\nShi had to find hir room.\n\nBusty anthros heckled hir from either side.\n\n“Hey girrrl! Love those cans you got there!”\n\n“Feels good to be naked, huh?”\n\n“Look, hir penis is hard.”\n\n“Someone lose a stray balloon~?”\n\nTits blushed furiously, drifting past them at a slow, levitating crawl as if shi were doggy-paddling through the air. Ignore it. Smile and wave. Please don’t paint the floor again. Hir penis felt like a rudder, ragingly stiff and pointing straight down toward the floor.\n\n“Isn’t shi the new girl?”\n\n“YES! Shi came in this morning. You know, shi flooded the drains in the lobby. Such a fertile little pocket monster.”\n\n“See how shi squirmed when you called hir girl?”\n\n“Oh, I KNOW. It’s adorable.”\n\nA shiver of gender euphoria prickled down hir back and up hir length. They found hir adorable. Spent spunk dribbled out of hir cumslit and landed between hir feet, the product of a far faster refractory period than hir mind was prepared to deal with.\n\n“H-hi please, um.” Hir keycard floated, orbiting around hir, hir mind psychically fidgeting with it.\n\n“It’s your bra-size, honeybear,” said a bottom-heavy apatosaurus Tits had to crane hir neck to make eye contact with. The rest of her was a horny blur. “You’re in the hundreds!”\n\n“Right! Right, ahh.”\n\nShi cupped hir tits, trying to remember the number Briar gave hir. Siiiiiize… mmh, 80? 83?\n\n81! That’s it.\n\nTits ducked for the stairs and went up a flight. The room numbers ascended the smaller your cup size, which made sense if you didn’t think about it.\n\nWith some luck, shi squeezed between two chatty zebras at the top of the stairwell, ducking under the arch of their frotting marecocks, and pressed hir keycard to the reader. After a short pause, the lock clicked and shi pushed her way through hip-first and slammed the door behind hir.\n\n“AHH. Hoo. F-finally…”\n\nThe sound from outside softened to a low hum. Tits slid down to the floor and tried to ignore how big of a grin shi had on hir face.\n\n“It’s so much…” Tits muttered. “This place is…” Shi considered several words. ‘Beautiful’ was too much to concede, ‘big’ was too obvious, and ‘strange’ felt presumptuous. Eventually, shi decided on: “Interesting.”\n\nShi picked hirself up, feet sinking slightly in pristine carpet. The room afforded to Tits for hir stay was expansive, big enough for Tits to wonder if shi overpaid. A California king bed sat in the middle, really more of a prince even at hyper sizes, with a Cherokee nations quilt spread across it and a Goodwin Weavers cotton throw folded at the foot. Hir suitcase was there, and what shi recognized to be hir human clothes, dry-cleaned and scaled up massively. Around the room, wide curtained windows let the mountains in, giving hir a scenic view of the rolling hills around the resort and the valley around it - small by hir standards, but then shi’d dominate any main street like this. There was a flatscreen set on top of a dresser drawer, no telling how many LCD cells were in that, but it was one of the only modern appliances among the retro standing lamps, an oak desk, three separate upholstered day chairs and what looked, funnily enough, like a typewriter mount. These days, the holes were taken up by USB ports and charging stations. \n\nAll of it was size appropriate.\n\nTits peered around, unsure how they scaled the building materials up, or how they got hir size right, but they did it. By volume, hir room was probably the size of a small tennis court, but it felt snug and cozy, just big enough to stay in. It looked functionally indistinguishable from your average above-rate room at a rustic local inn, if you didn’t count the tiny service doors built in the walls and Tits didn’t, though shi did worry about seeing a busty duende in the middle of the night.\n\nShi looked in the bathroom and groped for a light switch. When shi found it, compact fluorescent bulbs lit up above the marble sink and cast the toilet and double-shower in cool white light. Just above the cistern, what Tits initially thought was a condom dispenser turned out to be an intricate vacuum tube system with a keyboard on the side, a track pad and a mini-LCD screen which identified it as the ‘TOILETRY AND SEX TOY FABRICATOR.’\n\nShi decided to leave it alone.\n\nTits turned the faucet and splashed hir face a few times. In the mirror, hir new Mew features glistened like they were real.\n\nBecause shi was real.\n\nAll of this was real.\n\nBut try telling that to Tits’ inner monologue. The person inside Tits - if there was much of a difference between a furry and their fursona, let’s call them the ‘human’ in this metaphysical relationship - was still catching up. They were still making sense of the past few hours, the way humans make sense of things. You couldn’t blame them necessarily. This was the combined effort of hir nervous system and the kinesthetic ghost underneath, things doctors couldn’t touch with a scalpel or whatever they used to make hir dreams come true. \n\nPut another way, you could call it ontological inertia. Years of living in a world without hyper furs created certain expectations. It made you cautious. This new, loud, overbearing world, this loud, sensitive body - they didn’t make sense to someone used to the mundane, the routine, the antidote to fantasy. Hir human sensibilities simply didn’t know what to do with it all. The Inn had been increased in size in order to translate spatial relationships into a way shi could understand, but there was still a sense of gravity missing, a fundamental lack of consequence. \n\n Shi didn’t have a clear idea of what shi looked like before due to the anesthetics, more a suspicion, but chances were shi didn’t look this… no, not perfect. Don’t use that word or you’ll make it true. No, shi didn’t look this emphasized. It stood to reason that shi had to be more normal, as much as reason wanted to sit back down and let this be right. The catlike triangle face and the pointed ears and the thin waist and the long tapered tail between her, all that - those weren't supposed to be there. None of this was supposed to be there.\n\nSo what [i]was[/i] supposed to be there?\n\nThe human drew a blank. It wasn’t hir fault. There was a void where hir mundane humanity should have been, which felt way too exciting to be normal. Hir breath caught in hir throat, taking hirself in. Hir former self wasn’t pretty. Wasn’t [b]big[/b]. Remembering it would only be a downer. No, the face presented to the mirror, drawn eyes pink and bright, was hir only reference point, the fixed point in hir local universe.\n\nWhat a time to have an existential crisis. It was a mild one thankfully, and for all its gripes, it didn’t scream, or throw a fit, or assert adamantly this isn’t me, because it remembered hir sketches. It remembered drawing this face on a tablet, this button nose, these eyes, these pointed ears, this round pink head with innocent, friendly shapes.\n\nShi gripped the sink bowl, suppressing a low, throaty moan in the back of hir throat.\n\nProbably the most obvious part of this arrangement, especially with a sumptuous shiver rippling through hir system ([i]not human, no longer human, never human, why am I so turned on right now[/i]) though was that it felt good. \n\nAlarmingly good.\n\nIt was like shi somehow slipped into a better version of hirself’s shoes. The limits were gone. Hir wistful daydreams were standing there, right in front of hir with an expectant smile, as if giving hir permission to abandon hir responsibilities to hir old life and explore this body as much as shi wanted.\n\nSo shi did.\n\nHir hands ran down hir face and neck, ruffling down to the grain of hir fur. Shi swept them down hir neck, over the clavicle, and around the expansive sides of hir pink breasts, and lifted them up to the mirror for inspection. They blocked the bottom third completely. Shi then let them drop, and they audibly bwoomped back into shape, gaining visible slosh for the brief moment shi expected to see it, and then settling back into their perfect hyper perk seconds later when hir latent psychic abilities asserted themselves again. The nipples on the ends went rigid, tingling with promise. \n\nShi didn’t realize how long shi’d been staring until shi noticed milk lines trickling into the sink.\n\n“They’re so…” shi said dreamily. “I mean, they’re mine. They’re whatever I want to call them, right…?”\n\nYes, ‘tits’ described them perfectly. Tits grinned at hirself. Tits. Huge, pastel pink pillows. Boobs so many times bigger than hir head, they had separate zipcodes. Imagine what they’d look like in lace, or stuffed in a giant onesie, or covered in semen.\n\nHir human side rankled. It wasn’t comfortable with all this Mewboob business, especially those wandering thoughts. It said ‘that’s not possible,’ and ‘that shouldn’t happen, physics shouldn’t work like that,’ and ‘you’re too big’ in urging tones. The counterargument was a crashing wake of positive affirmation, hitting hir at mach yes.\n\nAnd then hir penis! Gods, hir girldick. Shi cupped hir hands around the base and stroked reverently, proud of how it came out. A reciprocal shiver made hir toes curl. There was still some girlcum stuck to hir glans, which was flared more like a normal girlcock instead of the nearest anthro equivalent, barbed or otherwise. No extra features marred its smooth, flawless outline. An aerodynamic penis for a big, floating girl.\n\n“Penis.” Shi said aloud, blushing but feeling a shudder of gender tickles. “Girlcock.”\n\nGirlcock. The word insisted upon itself. Girlcock. Every time Tits looked at hir gigantic sex, the gender seemed self-evident, core to its presentation in some way shi couldn’t quite see. It looked girly. It sounded girly. Really, it felt girly, like hir womanhood deserved obscene silk lingerie and chocolates. The scent was undeniably femme, clinging to hir pubic fur like perfume. It evoked strong feelings, elation, a titter in hir chest, the urge to pick out a dress and kick hir feet, in ways a male dick or even an enby dick couldn’t (however you quantified them). \n\nWas it the Mew attached to hir? Was it the overall image? Or was it just hirself? Shi couldn’t say. All shi knew was that the scrotum to the smooth pink shaft to the frenulum and the perfectly heart-shaped head now currently pressed against the cabinets underneath the sink, half-erect and fully eager, could only be feminine and could only belong to hir.\n\nThe thought teased hir. Shi saw hirself bunch up, that bashful look on hir face. As if the idea of a penis being feminine was that hard to grasp. It was quite easy to grasp actually. Shi was doing it right now.\n\nMilky beads dripped from hir slit. The droplets oozed towards one of the floor drains, as rich and virile as ever. Shi noticed that thinking about not being human anymore made the turgid girlshaft firm up. Tits indulged the feeling, taking a breath that made hir breasts rise and sink.\n\n“No longer human. Former human.”\n\nHir voice echoed back to hir off the bathroom walls, quietly eager. Shi felt hir ears buzz, and hir skin prickle with another wave of goosebumps, tickling hir pores bottom to top. Hir girlcock was especially interested. It wobbled slightly in hir hands and left a streak on the paneling, threatening to go fully erect.\n\nThat should have been concerning. The humanity part, not the girlcock part. No trouble there. Shi had been a human, right? Right?\n\nShe/her, after a fashion.\n\n[i](He/him could have been right too but that was too overwhelming to think about.)[/i]\n\nBut shi couldn’t be sure. That was the trouble. Shi didn’t know. Hir long-term memory was checked out at the moment. Humanity though, that felt like it had to be foundational. Shi might have not enjoyed being human, but surely, surely hir anxiety had a reason to be worked up about this. Shi should have been rifling through hir belongings right now, looking through hir photo roll for someone who fit that person-shaped shadow in hir self image, trying to piece together a line back to personhood, but the motivation simply wasn’t there. Shi was staring at hirself, with a mix of awe and wonder, and at the generous possibilities of hir stacked cleavage. Shi looked like a pure expression of sexuality. Object and subject of hir lusts, gender-fluid and high femme. A walking contradiction only possible with furry art. \n\nAnd not a scrap of humanity anywhere.\n\n“I’m…”\n\nShi licked hir lips nervously Shi ran a hand through hir thigh fur, following it to the edge past the width of hir shoulder, and struggled to imagine life without fuck-me-hips. \n\nThat’d mean life at the scale of the doctors. Life without hir namesake. Shi couldn’t conjure it.\n\n“… I’m… me…”\n\nThat’s it. Those were the words shi needed right now. Me. This is me. There is no other me but me, and the me in front of me is a boobmew named Tits. That name was a godsend. Shi had to thank Briar later because wow, it fit hir identity like a key. ‘Tits’ cut through so many layers of narrative, the story shi told about hirself, and went straight to the core. It described hir unflinchingly, unflatteringly, what shi really was underneath. It didn’t matter what it was before. It didn’t matter who - or what - shi was before, because shi transcended those limitations. ‘Tits’ came out the other side, shedding hir old self’s learned defenses and bodily compromises for a pure, incandescent core.\n\nTits glowed with femininity. Every part of hir, every ounce of hir. Girl and femme and femme and girl.\n\n“I’m… I’m Tits…”\n\nHir chest swelled with emotion, and then something else swelled between hir legs. Shi knew what it was. Shi couldn’t stop it if shi tried. \n\n“I’m… TIIIITS~…”\n\nShi bent forward, widening hir stance and hissing through clenched teeth. Hir boobs spilled into the porcelain sink bowl, overflowing either side with nips sticking straight up. Hir ass hiked up as much as it could with wobbly knees and clenching girlnuts, tail shooting to attention. The tremor of gender became a roar in hir ears, spots and flashes in hir eyes, and the wonderful tension in hir hips closed like a knot. \n\n“Not hhhhuman… hhhahh… I-I’m… ahhh~…”\n\nHir eyes lidded. All over, everywhere and everything became a white hot point of feminine enlightenment.\n\n“TITS!”\n\nHir cock, which up to this point had been shaking like a giant pink tentpole, discharged. Cum sprayed from the distended slit, covering the cabinet doors. Shi felt backwash roll past hir ankles. Shi heard it hit the wallpaper behind hir and the tub, and the loud gurgle of backed up testicle pipes push through rope after rope at high pressure like an open fire hydrant. Tits’ mind was somewhere else, gone, washed out with the rest of hir senses. This was different from hir accidental orgasm in front of Briar. It snuck up on hir then, hit and ran like a bandit when shi came down. This felt like shi’d never come down, like shi’d have to spend hours cumming before it stopped.\n\nHir hands grabbed each side of hir penis. No - hir hands were elsewhere, a glowing aura of pink psychic power encircling hir girlcock like an onahole. Shi slid forward, bent double, quivering, convulsing, wracked with pleasure. Hir nipples hardened mightily, stiffening with a slight curve as a double knot of pressure in each boob squeezed tight and pumped raw feeling through to the tips until it crested, and hot milk splattered the mirror, the marble counter, and the outlets for good measure.\n\n“DON’T (MMGHH) STOP…!”\n\nSeismic quakes of gender euphoria fogged hir brain. Clenched fingers dug holes in the counter surface, riddled with cracks, which only served to remind hir how powerful shi’d become, how height and latent psychic power were part of gender too, and the cycle started all over again.\n\nShi stroked and squeezed. Hir mind pumped up and down, telekinetically milking hirself. The drains in the hotel bathroom burbled, but they were too slow to keep hir bottomless capacity from spilling into the suite and forming a warm puddle engulfing hir feet. \n\nThen and only then did hir body begin to relax.\n\n“Hooo… oouughhh, goodness. Note to self, don’t do that too often… or if you’re going to do it, pick a private place first.”\n\n‘Fuck that’ said hir nervous system bluntly. ‘Let them see me. Let them see how much of a girl I am…’ \n\nIt was already eager to run it back. Hir girldick, hanging roughly half-mast, shivered with tiny aftershocks, ready to go again. Tits bit hir lip, and resisted temptation. \n\nIt might have been minutes. It felt like hours. Hir senses eventually went back to normal. Tits panted heavily, coming back to hirself lingering in the fog of her own sweet-smelling cumfunk, which had a pleasant vanilla base and intoxicating notes of chamomile. The smell filled the bathroom and gradually smothered the Febreeze mountain pine scent mister in the power socket until shi couldn’t sense it anymore, and shi had a nose for that sort of thing. \n\nTits stood up unsteadily, feet splashing in excess. Hir fur shined with perspiration. Hir assets bounced slowly, generously, and settled again to hir immediate delight. Without thinking, hir back end lifted, and shi was once again floating in midair, assuming a lazy doggy-paddle position.\n\n“Wow,” said Tits, lacking anything else to add. Passion made a lump in her throat. “W-wow…~”\n\nMaybe hir opinion would change later. Maybe shi’d reconsider, and the novelty would’ve worn off. But simply by pursing hir lips and clicking the T in ‘Tits,’ shi took all the built up angst clogging hir system and just let it go.\n\nAll over the shop. Tits blushed furiously, looking down at the two-toned puddle where cum and milk mixed in a heady-smelling soup.\n\nShi remembered there was a hotel around hir. That could probably wait, at least a little while. If shi was already overstimulated, imagine what it must feel like out there.\n\nShi could still hear it through the walls, now that hir ears weren’t full. Flirty conversations came through every now and then, mixed with the indefinite presence of easy-listening music and mid-century Colombian cumbria, not piped in but authentically echoing through the halls. If the schedule said anything, the Omni Grove was always like this. Always busy, always sex forward, always erotic. \n\nTits took it out and read it again, then checked hir phone. The display said 11:14. Morning swimming exercises were already underway. That explained all the bikinis and speedos out. \n\nWell good luck with that, shi thought. \n\n“I’ll just.” Shi paused, searching for a complimentary towel that hadn’t been soaked through. “I’ll stay here. Yeah. The drains’ll clean this up. I’ll just order some room service and turn the TV on, play with my boobs a little.” That didn’t feel right. Shi tried again. “Achem. My gushing girltits. My giant, jiggling blimps. Hhoo, yeah. Okay, much better. What was I saying? Right, um. Staying in. Maybe we could interrogate my inner thoughts a little, and maybe poke our head out. No rush. Let’s just take this one tiny paw at a time…”\n\nShi smirked at the paw mention, and the fact nothing about hir was tiny except hir snatched waist, but overall it didn’t sound a promising start. Shi still had a lot to learn, though, so taking the prudent approach felt reasonable. But was anything here meant to be reasonable? Wasn’t shi supposed to be mingling? Seeing what the hotel had to offer?\n\nBefore shi could answer that, shi heard a knock at the door. \n\nTits ducked out of the bathroom. Was that guest staff? Shi cupped hir snout, wracking hir brain for an excuse. “Busy!”\n\n“It’s your neighbor! I heard you screaming about Tits across the hall! I think that’s hot.”\n\nThe voice on the other side had a proud, husky quality, instantly girlish but with a dash of Brooklynite in the accent. Tits’ face turned completely red.\n\n“Yeah, that was me…” shi admitted.\n\n“You got a minute? I was ‘boutta head down to the pool and realized I didn’t have a partner.”\n\nPart of Tits wanted to say no. Fortunately, it wasn’t a large part. Shi floated over, flicked the lock on the door handle and cautiously pulled it open.\n\nHir vision was filled with dogboobs.\n\n“Hey tiny. You look like you had a good time in there, hun, holy shit.”\n\nSmaller details filtered in between mammoth jiggles and tight-sounding creaks from a deeply taxed bikini top. Cool lavender undercoat. Furry poms wrapped around slender wrists. An updo, thickly moussed. A long snout ending in a dignified black nose. A full mane of blue fur plunging into her (and it definitely was her) pillowy cleavage wrapped around each shoulder like a mink boa. She looked like a cover model for an alternate reality where poodles ruled the world, and Oliver & Company got a warmer reception. Specifically, she looked like one of those indolent yuppies living in a New York penthouse, equal parts 80s sleeze and consumerism, wrapped in a callous smirk made for soaking up luxury. She was also 21 or 22 feet tall, and had a panty-defeating sheath aimed right at Tits’ face.\n\n“Uhh.”\n\nHir heart pounded.\n\nGod, what if—\n\nWow, that thing is—\n\nWow.\n\nHer bottoms did their best to make it look decent. They really tried. But the fuzzy ring pressed sluttily over the top of the elastic band, thick as a travel pillow and probably more comfortable. The straps were way too small to prevent her girltesticles (categorically gendered; they were downright demure compared to some of the monsters Tits saw on the way here) from hanging from either side and spilling into her lap, seamlessly plump and fully firm. To call them scanty would have been an insult to microthongs. And that was with those absolute knockers hanging overhead, several letters lower on the cup chart than Tits’s on a good day.\n\nIt’d only take a minute. Just peel her underwear down, make out with it. \n\nWho’s going to stop you?\n\nTits shook the thought out of hir head before it had time to root. Shi stared up at hir neighbor, who was having a great time taking up the doorframe.\n\n“Hi,” shi said, barely choking it out. “I-I’m Tits.”\n\nHir neighbor gave hir a toothy grin. “I heard. Hi Tits.”\n\n“Hi.”\n\nShe offered a heavily manicured paw. “Franziscka Westminster. I’m gorgeous.”\n\nTits looked at it and shook. “I can see that.”\n\n“I bet you can, pretty girl.”\n\nThe paw slipped seamlessly out of Tits’ hand and cupped hir chin, tilting it slightly. Tits inclined hir head to match, flustered in record time by this casual display of ownership.\n\n“You gotta last name, you busty little thing?”\n\n“No uhh. No?”\n\nTits breathed sharply, and giggled, already lightheaded again. Shi was practically on the balls of hir feet. “I-i-it’s just Big Tits the Boobmew.”\n\n“This fine with you by the way, Big Tits the Boobmew?”\n\nTits blinked. “What?”\n\n“Man-handling you. I run this bitch, and your penis is hard, but it’s important to ask for consent, y’know?”\n\nTits nodded quickly. “Y-yes, this is fine! You’re pretty. You’re really pretty. Y-you’ve got a big girlcock.”\n\nFranziscka fluttered her lavish eyelashes. They glittered with overdone eyeshadow. “Thank you! You’re not bad yourself. Not as pretty as moi, let’s not get carried away, but you’re an adorable plus one. Like I said, I run this bitch. Nine years running, nine years fucking, regular guest. Still haven’t chipped a nail.”\n\nOhhh, that confidence. Tits basked in it, almost jealous of how easily vanity came to her. Shi could just imagine a cigarette holder in one paw, fuming softly, spoiled rotten in every way.\n\n“I was… just…”\n\nFranziskca raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Just what? Go on, girl, spit it out. Cum already, for christ’s sake.”\n\nHaahh, that tickled something, Tits sucked in a gasp and forced hirself to stay under control. “… this is my first day. I’m a little overwhelmed, to be honest with you. So I. I’m staying in for the first day.”\n\nFranziscka tilted her head, ear raised. She leaned down to Tits’ level, until hir chin sat at the start of her pillow trench.\n\nThere was one thought going through Tits’ head at the moment. It was monosyllabic. \n\n[i]aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—[/i]\n\n“… respectfully,” said Franziscka, eying Tits like her next trophy girlfriend. “I decline.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“You’re coming with me, Boobs.”\n\nYes! “Wait, but—”\n\nTits squirmed in Franziscka’s grip, unable and not really wanting to get out of it. The poodle sighed theatrically.\n\n“You’re not going to get a taste of paradise stuffed up in your room, girlfriend. Get out, come on! We got water pilates and shawarma, and look at you, absolutely famished!”\n\n“Well I did cum twice in the span of thirty minutes…” Tits conceded. Shi glanced back, looking at the accident shi left in the bathroom. “I do need breakfast.”\n\nFranziscka made an obscene gesture with her padded thumb and forefinger and throttled an imaginary dick in front of her mouth. “Same. We could both use a pick-me-up. Once they see you with me--”\n\n“They?”\n\n“The boys,” said Franziscka offhandedly.\n\nTits’ heart stoked like a furnace.\n\n“Boys?”\n\n“Boys, girls, girlboys, boygirls, transvestites and transsexuals, enbies and thembies, queens and kings, studmuffins and plain old studs - doesn’t matter. Anyone who’ll paint your tits white. I mention boys because you look like the kinda girl who digs hyper-exaggerated gender roles.”\n\nTits felt gravity become a little more optional again. Shi rubbed hir arm, trying not to look like a complete mess. “Wow. Read me like a book, huh…”\n\nThe poodle thumbed up towards her forehead. “You were projecting your thoughts a little, too. I started seeing big, jiggling pink boobs in my head and figured something was up.”\n\nHir face flushed scarlet and shi let out a little gasp. “W-was I…?!”\n\nFranziscka laughed. “Don’t tell me you forgot you were a Psychic-type…”\n\nTits flicked hir ears back, curling hir tail around hirself apologetically. “Maybe.”\n\n“Well hey! Don’t sweat it. That just makes you special… and honestly, broadcasting ambient horny is kind of hot.” Franziscka thought for a moment, then grinned. “Hey, if you’re a Pokemon, maybe you need a Trainer for the day. What do you think? You’re my property, and property gets special treatment. Bukkake facials and dates at the pedi spa~.”\n\nFranziscka winked, in case shi couldn’t tell this was an act. Tits could, but shi appreciated the candor. \n\n“We’ll get you a swimsuit at the pool, see how you like it out there. Aren’t I generous?”\n\n“You are, but—…”\n\n“But what, honey? What do your fat fucking tits crave right now?”\n\nTits squeezed hir tail to hir chest. Was shi really about to give in that easily? Let this stranger lead hir around and talk about hir body like shi owned it? Hir heart said yes and hir head also said yes. Really, the only dissenting vote was hir self-conscious anxiety, which felt prudish by comparison. \n\nShi took heart. Franziscka mentioned the pool. Shi wouldn’t be the only one there. Shi counted almost a hundred guests around the suites, give or take, so shi was bound to run into other furs there, at lunch, even over the course of that frankly staggering itinerary Briar grave hir.\n\nMaybe this was what shi needed after all. Yeah. A good push would do hir good, get hir out of hir comfort zone and into hir- well, hir comfort zone. If shi had any familiarity with Furaffinity, and could identify so many furry artists by their style, then this was hir scene, hir world. It made sense to be adventurous, or as adventurous as hir brain wanted to be before it needed a break from all the noise.\n\nWhen shi put it that way, the commitment almost felt manageable.\n\nShi tiptoed towards the hallway. Shi tiptoed a little more, and a little more, until shi was out of her room and Franziscka was standing next to hir with the biggest snout-splitting grin, dogcock beginning to peek from its sheath.\n\n“Now,” said Franziska, making a conscious effort to dominate sightlines and loom appropriately. “You got your key? You’re not getting your hooters locked out of your room on my watch, jigglekitten.”\n\nTits looked down into hir boobs, where shi’d left it. Shi reached in, plucked it out and showed her the keycard Briar gave hir. “Yep! It’s this one, right?”\n\nFranziscka’s eyes sparkled. “Marvelous!”\n\nShe clapped her hands together, and hip-checked the door. It slammed into the frame so hard the hinges rattled.\n\n“Let’s give you the tour!”\n\n\n\nOnce they were out of the residential suites, the atmosphere grew warm again. The glow of the Omni Grove touched everywhere and everything, creating a singular ambiance that was somehow wholesome, liberating, flirty and pin-me-to-the-wall-and-breed-me-stupid horny at the same time. It did it without losing the core of its identity, the sense of space and character afforded by an alpine-Appalachian luxury hotel, reclaimed from history and furnished with a fresh coat of spunk for the generation who best stood to inherit it.\n\n“Stick those penises up in the air, folks. I wanna see you raaaaise your legs! That’s it, that’s it! Hold it…! Just like that. Grow with me. Feel your bulges expa-aaaand...”\n\nThe pool was among the more visible luxuries. The Omni Grove’s daily itinerary set time aside every morning for exercise at the Inn’s retrofitted Olympic pool, expanded to meet the occupancy needs of a mid-sized football stadium in a hundred or so hyper furs. This, while not mandatory in its own right, collected enough of the Inn’s guests in one place for the purpose of facilitating encounters. Starting conversations, trading business cards, sucking breasts, teasing each other, groping each other, sharing cigarettes, sunbathing; whichever tickled your fancy. Most furs jumped in the pool to get their calisthenics in for the day, though that wasn’t always or even mostly for the fitness benefits. It was voyeurism, pure and simple, the chance to see and be seen.\n\n“Now roll those shoulders. Thrust out your chest. Work out the kinks in your muscles. Get up on one toe, just one toe. Let your breasts keep you buoyant… Think bigger thoughts. Grow. [i]Grow[/i]…”\n\nTits closed hir eyes and imagined hirself floating in the pool’s competing currents. Shi was rapidly getting used to floating. Hir powers made any exertion a choice, and even in a denser medium like water, things like feedback and sensory texture were largely voluntary.\n\nHir tits did most of the work. They kept hir buoyed, gliding on the pool’s surface like a skimmer. Ingrid, the lifeguard, a powerfully built orca with the embodied majesty of her chosen cetacean, guided the session from her crow’s nest at the deep end, which at fifty feet high was about half as tall as her, give or take. This did not account for her absolute spire of a swimsuit bulge, whose flared glans blocked out the sun and cast a long, phallic shadow over a good chunk of the Inn’s pool, following the lurid curve of her latex-clad cockhead. Rumor around the pool said she was a sensitive, hair-trigger orgasm kind of woman, and whenever you smelled a luscious seabreeze drift in, you can be sure she came a little. The underside of her suit swelled gradually, holding in her spunk like a full-body condom.\n\nAcross the pool, Tits got cat-calls. Bashful whistles and gasps, naked encouragement, a round of applause when hir tits splashed and churned foam. Hir onesie creaked underwater, straining to contain hir enthusiasm which was sandwiched between hir breasts and pushing through them, fountaining out of hir cleavage. At any point, shi could will it to snap. Franziscka told hir about it offhandedly. Every swimsuit at the Inn was made of a patented supernylon, formulated to withstand enormous internal and external pressures. It could grow to any size, stretch as much or as far as deemed necessary, and could fit any number of aesthetic preferences for tasteful nudity, at least until the owner decided it was time for an ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction. Their clothes, then sensing the change in intent, would reduce the slack and give the wearer exactly what they wanted.\n\nSnap. Pop. [i][b]BWOOMP.[/b][/i]\n\nTits wasn’t ready for that level of exposure, decent or not. With that many eyes watching hir, eating hir figure up, shi might cum right there.\n\nThis proved not to be an issue for Franziscka, who let her bikini straps pop at the first sign of attention.\n\n“Oops!” she cooed, not even trying to be subtle about it. “Well now I have to let the girls out to play, don’t I? Haha~…”\n\nShe threw her hair back, then dived and breached the surface, doing her best Baywatch vanity shot. She showered Tits and the swimmers around them in chlorine and cum-smelling water. The scent was too intoxicating to put into words, and the glisten-shine of water droplets on Franziscka’s perfectly round, pornstar dogtits, gleaming in the morning sun, stuck in Tits’ mind long after shi got out and toweled hirself off.\n\n“Wow…”\n\n“Staring’s free, but do pick your jaw off the floor, darling.”\n\nIn the changing room afterward, shi discovered hir bra no longer fit. Shi then discovered to hir blushing shame that hir room number had changed as well, with the number on her room key now 85 instead of 81.\n\n“What…” Tits’ cheeks turned red again.\n\nFranziscka leaned over hir shoulder and tapped the card self-evidently. “Numbers are based on your cup-size,” she said. “It’s dynamic.”\n\n“So what does that mean?”\n\n“I dunno. What do you think it means, Boobs?”\n\nTits sputtered. “I asked you!!”\n\nShi looked down at hir breasts, trying to find where those four extra inches went and only managing to lose hir feet again. They seemed bigger. Shi was pretty sure they were, but shi was also sure swimming in spermy water didn’t cause any mutations. That would have been on the safety policy by the gate.\n\nDid yearning make them grow?\n\n[i]Ohhhh no. No way.[/i]\n\n[i]No freaking way.[/i]\n\nThat couldn’t be it. Yet the truth was there, pinching into hir back, hir bra clasp noticeably tighter than it’d been before shi changed out.\n\nA pang of euphoric jealousy hit. Shi bit hir lip, and a dark spot spread inside her bottoms, leaking like a faucet.\n\nFranziscka whispered. “You’re a natural.”\n\n“I learned it from watching you,” Tits quipped, turning hir head away so the poodle couldn’t see hir stupid, lopsided grin.\n\n“By the way, you have a fanclub waiting outside.”\n\n“Fanclub?”\n\n“Newbies and wallflowers,” said Franziscka, retrieving a blazer from the community 3D-printer and sliding it over her shoulders. “The ten-footers. Give’em a kiss on the way down to brunch, they’ll never stop thanking you.”\n\nTits blinked. Shi had fans?\n\n“… what should I wear?”\n\n“You?” Franziscka examined hir. She felt the boobmew’s curves, running her paws up the sides and cupping hir fantastic namesakes with an appreciable level of care. Their balls knocked together, her tits brushed and pressed into Tits’ back, and in that unexpected moment of intimacy, shi almost let Fran have her way with hir.\n\nInstead, Fran clicked her tongue.\n\n“Nothing. Go naked.”\n\nHer thick fingers squeezed supple, warm titflesh. Tits whined, tail lashing between both their legs. \n\nShi felt the ground disappear beneath hir feet again.\n\n[i]Fuck, she’s got my number. Not again.[/i]\n\nTits kicked idly, trying to maintain a modicum of decency and not float away. Franziscka tittered with transparent pride.\n\n“Damn girl, calm your fuckpuppies. I just said nothing.”\n\n“Nothing… mmphh… that’s not fair…”\n\nShi heard Franziscka titter behind her, and then heard the slow zzzzzip of hir onesie coming off. Her huge pink breasts sagged visibly, before hir powers remembered gravity was a suggestion and lifted them back up. Franziscka tenderly shimmied the rest of Tits’ loaner off, taking her time with it and reprimanding hir for such a silly mistake. \n\n“Tits don’t need bras, do they? Especially BIG ones like yours, with all that comfortable perk and weight. They’re a cum canvas. They need all the attention they can get. Flaunt what you got. Don’t hide it. Be proud, be loud.” \n\nTits couldn’t believe what shi was hearing.\n\n“And clearly, if you wanted to be modest and wear something, you wouldn’t have asked me for an opinion. Floating around at eye level, ass up and penis out, shoving your bits in everyone’s face? Sounds like you’re [i]demanding[/i] this, you busty psychic floozy. So there~.”\n\nTits weighed hir tits gingerly in hir hands, easing off hir psychic abilities to give hirself a better sense of their weight. It made sense. Modesty was a human construct, after all. It was all tied back into those preconceived notions of allure, eroticism, unspoken assumptions. They signified class, embodied desire in meaning, but that meaning was a good deal looser in a world without restrictions, a world where furs could exercise complete control over their sexuality. You didn’t need to wear anything, except what turned you on, or what made you the object of someone else’s attention. Tits knew this deep down, of course, shi suspected as much - but to hear it from Franziscka, phrased as a command, that changed hir perspective. \n\nShi pulled the thread on hir inhibitions just a little bit further. The thought made hir giddy, and shi couldn’t help but give a girlish giggle.\n\n[i]Go naked.[/i] \n\n[i]Let your Tits hang out.[/i]\n\n[i]Your innate femininity.[/i]\n\n[i]Everyone will notice. They can’t not notice you.[/i]\n\n[i]Everyone will look at you and think about you and remember you in god knows how many different poses. The ‘you’ they see and keep with them is a slut, like you, because you know what you are, and the embrasure of meaning through experience is all that matters here.[/i]\n\nTits shuddered. Hir body leaked from multiple holes, responding to the revelation with another hit of satisfaction.\n\nFranziscka cupped under hir chin and pulled hir close, drawing hir snout toward hir enormous dogballs for a breath of courage. “Nothing more feminine than being a big, floating pair of boobs for people to enjoy.”\n\nShi didn’t have to be told twice.\n\n\n\nFrom that point on, Tits was Franziscka’s plus one. As assignments went, it could’ve only gone better if shi had a collar and a leash. There was talk and serious consideration of such, but then they got lunch and met Tits’ new fanclub, and that tabled the conversation in lieu of many, many french kisses and many gropings.\n\n“Mmmh!”\n\n“Take your time with hir!” Franziscka advised between strawberry vodka shots. “Shi’s a delicate slut! Call hir a girl while you’re at it!”\n\n“[i]Franny…![/i]”\n\n“Shi loves it! Look how big hir penis is!”\n\nThere were some initial worries about the logistics of the place. The Inn was organized into four main facilities, five if you counted the lawn, arranged like an upside-down trapezoid. There was the lobby up front, guest suites to the west with a cafeteria campus, the event hall to the east split up like a convention center into several ballrooms, and then the day spa to the north, down a terraced back patio of steps, which had the Inn’s olympic pool. As far as Tits was aware, the Omni Grove had a map, and thus had all the incumbent traits of a place rooted in reality. Square footage, concrete distances, that sort of thing.\n\n“Obviously we’re bigger, but you can only scale up so much before everything starts to feel cramped. I mean, take the lot. It says here the Inn does macro.”\n\n“They do, I’ve seen it.”\n\n“Wouldn’t we run out of space?”\n\n“What’s missing on that map, Blimps?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Look, honey. Check the bottom left corner. By the way, you’re dribbling fuckspunk, and it smells absolutely fragrant. Props to your ref sheet.”\n\nTits checked again. Sure enough, there was a scale at the bottom, except it didn’t have measurements.\n\n“... I don’t get it.”\n\n“How long did it take for us to get to the pool?”\n\n“Five minutes?”\n\n“And how long to get to lunch?”\n\n“... five minutes…”\n\n“So how long would it take to get to ahh… let’s say the convention center.”\n\n“...”\n\n“Five minutes that’s right.”\n\n“That doesn’t make any sense.”\n\nFranziscka wagged a padded finger.\n\n“Think of it this way - remember the pool?”\n\n“I remember it vividly,” said Tits with a dreamy look.\n\n“Did anyone look too tall to tread water?”\n\nTits thought back and tried to remember. Actually, no one was too tall. The water level was always waist high. This despite the fact that guest heights ranged wildly from ten feet to twenty, up to the size of a broadcast tower. \n\n“... How do we fit?”\n\n“We don’t ‘fit’,” Franziscka explained. “The Inn fits around us. See, we’re creative people, all of us. Even the ones who can’t draw have more than enough creativity to wax the floors here. Pop quiz - what’s the Omni Grove’s mission statement?”\n\nTits quickly texted Briar, whose number shi got after a quick run-in by the public breeding station. Shi got a response back instantly.\n\n“It’s ‘we’re here to help you grow into your dreams?’”\n\n“And what’s the consistent thing about dreams?”\n\n“That they don’t play by the rules of cause and effect?”\n\n“Close enough! Everything in the Inn is a five minute walk because that’s what it should feel like. Never too close, never too far. Just enough to give the impression of distance. Not to say we can’t break that distance when we feel like it - obviously we can - but this space is designed to curate our needs first and reality second.”\n\n“Does that mean we’re…”\n\nFran tilted her head. “We’re what?”\n\n“We can be anything? Any size we want to-...”\n\nTits blinked. By just imagining hirself growing bigger, shi made hir chair squeak, and felt her ass cheeks pillow into the corners just that little bit more.\n\nFranziscka gave a knowing grin.\n\n“Careful babe. You grow too fast in here and you’ll break through the roof.”\n\n“OKAY THAT’S NOT FAIR,” Tits squeaked indignantly. Shi turned beet pink. “DON’T PUT THAT IN MY HEAD…”\n\n“Or what? You’ll loom? Shower me in debris? Cover me in your shadow? Please, darling, I know exactly what I’m doing.”\n\nTits whined, but the damage was done, hir penis lurching out from underneath the opposite end of the table to meet Franziscka’s waiting hand. Shi’d be thinking about that all day…\n\n\n\nWhen lunch was over, Franziscka made an offer to guide hir around the event hall. Tits balked at the idea initially, worried she’d already gotten hir fill of the Inn and needed a day with Netflix to cool off, but with a little urging and some badly needed praise, hir nerves eased up a bit. Shi got hir second wind, and once they were in, Fran began to introduce hir to some of the Inn’s colorful residents.\n\nFirst, they found Violet to hear more about the daily activities. Violet was a willowy, navy-hued Doug Winger skunk with flowers in her hair and a bust perpetually at risk of bursting through her top, a particularly colorful and pretty scent cloud trailing behind her like a Looney Tunes bit. The Inn had hired her last fall to do orientation, and they were lucky, since Violet had a way of appealing to every orientation regardless of gender. She spoke flirtatiously, with vigorous scent notes and constant jiggle, and met every quip with a flirty bon mot that made Tits wriggle and flounce in return. Shi got lost in the skunk’s tail, burying hir snout into the striped fur until shi couldn’t see daylight, before Violet had to take off. Something about a hiking trail and covering for Briar at the check-in desk. Tits didn’t quite catch the specifics, too busy appreciating the complex scentplay to think properly.\n\nThey bumped into Patricia Saurass mid-seminar. A transfemme member of the US House of Representatives (NC12), she was part of the politically active side of the community, and Tits caught onto her civilian identity almost immediately. She came to the Omni Grove between congressional sessions and awareness campaigns to unwind with scale rubs and increasingly absurd macro adventures, though Tits wouldn’t have recognized her at all if it weren’t for her connecting the dots. Her towering height as an Apatosaurus made the Inn struggle to create a level medium, moving the convention center’s roof around every time she entered a new ballroom to accommodate for her sixty foot plus stature. She confessed her name was based on a pun she wrote in the 80s that made it into a furry scene, but had become so ubiquitous online and at the Inn that it stuck, and even turned her on.\n\nWhen the seminar concluded, Franziscka tugged Tits into the class next door, dragging the floating cat in by hir penis like a balloon on a string. This turned out to be a testicular yoga class with Sylvie Fluffbottom, who introduced herself warmly. She was a sheep mom with a smooth fuchsia coat and a fetish for bodyswaps as well as yoga sutras applied to often-neglected stress areas, hers being the kegel muscles. Tits’ testicles were full again by now, and so agreed under pressure. Shi found the experience of pulling hirself face first into the Balasana and emptying hir pent-up ballsack incredibly enlightening. \n\n“N-nhhhaaaaahhh~”\n\n“Very good job, Miss Boobmew! Your fo~oooorm is imma~aaaaculate!”\n\nWith hir hips limbered up and the far wall of the yoga studio punctured, Tits left Franziscka’s company and wandered aimlessly. As she’d astutely noted, distance didn’t matter. The movie theaters were next to the arcade which was next to the classrooms and the library, always within a reasonable expectation, although sometimes they were just far enough to give time for a sexy strut between. \n\nOn the way, shi met Tetz(lcoatl), a winged snake covered in religious tattoos and possessing the figure of a fertility idol with an ineffable gender configuration. It/they/she/zer were setting up their DJ booth for the set in front of the main hall that night, but had a moment to talk. They shared stories, some of which Tits adlibbed and some shi remembered from the roleplays shi’d done back home, over Discord and Skype, occasionally F-list. They in turn taught hir many things about the Inn’s services, including what they called an ‘instanced transformation circuit.’ This was a matrix applied to all guests with wifi access, allowing consenting parties among the Inn’s various transformation-oriented subcultures to overwrite each other’s bodies, species, even their minds with full reversion support and consent privileges. It was a pretty tight piece of tech, they had to admit. The staff supported it with venues across the lot that catered to the staples of the genre: ‘magic’ clothing stores, potion kiosks, a GRO+ laboratory, even a laser tag arena with TF ray guns and built-in timers that could simulate permanency.\n\n“All that’s downstairs.”\n\n“Downstairs where…?”\n\n“Downstairs.”\n\n“Uh. I thought it only went upstairs…”\n\n“Chat, shi doesn’t know.”\n\n“???”\n\n“Ah, you’ll find it. Don’t be a stranger. The demiurge thrives on the stillness of spiritual beings, that stupid bitch.”\n\nShi came away with the sneaking suspicion that Tetz was one of the Inn’s bigger TF-heads.\n\nOn a lark, shi went out on the terrace, and met Anh Minh by the sunbathing solarium. Minh was a dusky lory with a wildlife camera for birdwatching from inside, and too much ass stuffed inside a pair of too small khaki shorts, which the techs had engineered to be as tight and visibly ready to burst as feasibly possible. Her tail feathers and bulge made it risky to stand behind her, pressing against the seams from every conceivable angle. This was despite the fact that clothes couldn’t fail without the owner’s permission. Minh didn’t begrudge Tits for that; the strain was intentional. She did tease hir for it, though, and incidentally convinced hir to add much more ass fat to hir already caked up cheeks. Tits loved the way they jutted prodigiously out behind hir like perfect, stapled-on spheres. They appeared even more outrageously fake than most of the actual fakies clapbouncing around.\n\n On a whim, shi went from the terrace to the top floor of the event hall, and met the Duchess de Balzac in a fully realized holodeck chamber. Balzac was an Afghan hound, the indolent, old-money diva to Franziscka’s manhattan yuppie princess, and she bathed in the lap of luxury every day. She smoked from a cigarette holder, wore long gloves and silk ball bras, and spoke with an accent thicker than her already significant testicles, bigger than Tits’ tits in every sense of the word. She pulled Tits through several scenes with her clique of turn-of-the-century otakus and romantics - opera houses, speakeasies, cruises in the Caribbean, cabarets, casbahs and Shanghai clubs - and passed hir around like a blunt. Every one of Balzac’s rapacious girlfriends sampled poor Tits, tasting hir lips and copping a feel for their latest toy. Overwhelmed by their generosity, Tits couldn’t help but oblige. Shi was more than a little touch-starved, and the tenderness from the yoga class was wearing off enough for hir to crave unfettered attention.\n\nAt some point, they let hir go. Tits bumbled out of the holodeck, snout, balls and breasts covered in lipstick marks. \n\nSo vague and foggy was hir mental state for the next hour, shi couldn’t remember where shi went. Shi was relatively sure shi ran into a princess on the back lawn, whose name Tits had trouble recalling (maybe it was [i]just[/i] Princess), except it wasn’t a princess as much as her glittering fairy tale slipper. She remembered gigantic eyes with glowing limbal rings, a sparkling dress fit for the Burj Khalifa, long blonde hair like a waterfall, dragon scale tastefully applied to human skin, and a multi-layer dress the color of a perfect sapphire. Shi definitely remembered the aura of exalted femininity when the princess’s lips pursed and asked ‘Did I startle you?’ Tits couldn’t remember hir answer. It probably wasn’t anything. But shi remembered the clouds parting, and would later go to bed thinking about dragons and tented dresses… \n\nThen, dinner. Tits didn’t check the time, but it looked vaguely like sunset. Franziscka caught up with hir in the infirmary and took hir back to hir suite for a shower and a quick, steamy jerkoff session therein amongst the suds and hot water jets. With the drains properly clogged, Tits got out and changed hirself into more formal wear for the evening (a collar). Shi followed Franzciscka to a spot on the map labeled ‘the subterran terminal’ and after a minor revelatory moment took the escalator down.\n\nIt was there shi found [i]the mall[/i].\n\nIt seduced hir immediately. Hundreds of storefronts wound around a glossy megastructure interior, leased out to imaginary owners. Everything was automated. The halls were full of imagined guests in the form of shades, projections, mannequins and doubles, meant to simulate traffic just after peak hours. Between them were other guests at the Inn, easy to spot, and there were quite a few. \n\nThe pair spent their evening down there, walking the length of a Sears-alike, dining and dashing at different faux Michelin Star restaurants, absorbing the distinct late-century affluence through speckled carpets and classic rock standards piped through tinny loudspeakers. Every so often, they came upon a venue staffed by another fur, but the listed hours were nonsense, not meant to hold anyone to a schedule, and any venue with an open kiosk was free game if you felt the urge to play out a job at the perfume counter or a high-end clothing chain, the operator of a mechanical spa chair equipped with over fifty-six (!!) different tools to [i]please[/i] its occupant. These ranged from 3D-printed silicone dildos and high-powered wands to vacuum-sealed milking tubes and mating stations, built to demonstrate your prowess as a public spectacle. \n\nMost of it was for show. Clothes were meant for your stay. Items like purses, bags, consoles and TVs were labeled with warnings not to take them outside the Inn’s boundaries, lest they disintegrate in your hands. Food couldn’t be taken past the escalator, disappearing as soon as you made it topside. While there were gift shops stocked with inventory you could take with you back to the surface and the real world beyond (the conversion chart shirt sizes made hir laugh out loud, then blush), they hardly cost anything. In fact, nothing in the mall had a definite price tag. Everything that mattered was charged in imaginary amounts, and bought with credit cards issued at the turnstile. \n\nTits wondered how anything managed to stay in business. Then shi figured it out. As with everything else, the mall was a design choice. There was no money being exchanged here, only the act of exchange. There was no buyer’s remorse because there was nothing to lose. The only thing that mattered was the experience of being rich enough to afford whatever you wanted. The mall wasn’t a temple to capitalism so much as it was a reflection of the social spaces that used to exist. It was a scene built for the expressed purpose of walking through it with your besties and reliving an era that no longer existed. \n\nTits lost track of time again and again. They wandered the various departments, erections leading the way, jiggling from aisle to aisle with no real destination in mind. Franziscka educated hir on women’s fashion - something shi needed to learn going forward - as well as hyper fashion, something which proved much easier since it was often about wearing nothing at all. Whenever a particular outfit caught hir eye, they ducked into a changing room to try it on or just to have a furtive place to masturbate.\n\nOld-fashioned clothing, jewelry and perfume advertisements goaded them on, the imagery rendered pornographic just from the hyper-sized furs featured as the subjects. The perfume counter, with myriad scents and musks, demanded a visit, as did an old-fashioned glass counter that stocked various chocolates and candies. Tits had hir ears pierced, the Renamon behind the counter staring stoically at hir but nodding affirmatively when shi inquired whether it would be permanent. A huge yet simple pair of gold hoops called to hir as if they were always meant to be there. After putting them on, shi decided the gold suited hir, and shi adorned hirself in an excess of it.\n\nThey carried their haul back upstairs in huge nests of paper bags, Dunkin cups in hand and Louis Vuitton bags strewn over their arms. It would have been the capstone of hir visit, if not for a curt suggestion made at the top of the escalator.\n\n“You got time for one more date?”\n\n\n\n\n“They call them a doebuck,” she told Tits in confidence. \n\nThey wheeled into the Omni Grove’s nighttime watering hole, the Topline, and were immediately assaulted by breakcore and throbbing bass. The low lights gave the club an enviable sense of privacy, and for every dance pit there was an isolated booth, and doors into private rooms. \n\n“Best of both worlds,” she said, “It’s they/them normally by the way, but I inquired on your behalf and he is in a mood tonight.”\n\nTits struggled to keep up. They brushed past the hips of a pear-shaped rabbit getting railed against the bar. “He?”\n\n“He. You said you wanted to meet a stud.”\n\n“I-it was really more of a suggestion,” Tits lied. Shi’d done more than suggest it. Shi practically begged for a stud at the app counter, while Franziscka navigated the interface and set hir up with a professional. \n\n“Call him that. Like I said, he’s in a mood. [i]He.[/i]”\n\n“Wait, what’s his name?”\n\nBy then, shi was getting shoved into a private room.\n\n“Raine!” said Fraziscka. “His name is Raine! Good luck!”\n\n“Ahhh, alright!”\n\nShi’d spoken about him in reverent tones. Other guests did too, mentioning him off-hand like a local celebrity. Tits didn’t see him around, but shi’d heard about what he could do through namedrops and innuendo, and unintentionally built an image of him as an overpowering figure of masculinity, a figure of myth.\n\nShi hoped not to be disappointed. Shi made hirself comfortable under bisexual lighting, sitting at the foot of a short runway with seats behind hir and curtains ahead. Club music deafened to a dull throb through the upholstery.\n\nThen the curtain shifted. Tits stacked up, eager and anxious, and soon found hirself staring.\n\n“Oh my god.”\n\nShi dropped to her knees, causing her ass and tits to clap on the way down. A great set of horns came through the curtain lining, firm, soft, fluffy, precalcified antler dressed in velvet, tips fat and rounded, comfortably androgynous and almost phallic in implication. They formed a crown, forking into two dozen different branches with differently colored condoms tied snuggly on the ends. The owner, a buck beyond bucks, regarded her thoughtfully, his eyes a shimmer in the shadow of a massively built, masculine figure, wasp-waisted and burly and musclebound, from his thick neck to his thick arms and his trim, tight stomach with a gold chain and belly piercing, and fur painted with doe white and buck bluntness.\n\nShi couldn’t make out the shape language entirely, where he came from. Shadowplay made that too difficult. But shi knew a stripper from Gideon’s Corral when shi saw one, bridle more than apparent along with a studded collar, and a graciously fat, pierced lower lip. Other parts came from different areas of e621’s stud category, including a Bambi-adjacent femininity in the way his snout was drawn. \n\nHir body knew what to do. It laid out for him, seemingly surrendering to the impulse to offer hirself to him without argument, without a second thought. Hir tail rose up high.\n\n“Oh wow, you’re…”\n\nShi watched him approach. Fat nipple studs gleamed under stage lighting. Light danced in his fur, impeccably smooth and short. His breasts hung at navel level with an obnoxious level of androgyny, neither fully masc or femme. His thighs meanwhile were dressed in latex stockings, and between them sat the impeccable sculpt of a shaft, masculine in every implication that mattered. Its glans flared pridefully, wider than Tits’ head, and the magnificent nutsack underneath gave his gait a bow-legged swagger as they rubbed against his athletic calf muscles and sloshed heavily, despite almost being as firm as Tits’ breasts and pristinely maintained. As he walked, it began to rise upwards, swelling towards the ceiling, taller than his head. His penis, huge and stiff and erect, broadcast his masculine power… and saluted hir own femininity in turn.\n\nWords failed hir. Tits’ mouth moved soundlessly, trying to find them again. They seemed unimportant right now.\n\nHow tall was he? Not much taller, realistically, but he felt so much larger, so much more instinctively gender than any one article of clothing could have expressed in concrete terms.\n\n“You’re…” Tits swallowed dryly. “Your penis. You’re Raine?”\n\nThe doebuck grunted, seemingly in acknowledgement. It wasn’t a dark sound like shi expected, some kind of huff of ownership. This was quieter, sweeter, maybe even kinder. A sign of an introspective, sensitive form of masculinity.\n\n“Big Tits?” he asked.\n\n“T-that’s me,” said Tits. The beat that followed swallowed the world, or felt like it did. “... you’re hot…” \n\nHis head turned, taking hir in. Tits shifted, presenting hir body to him, as much as he wanted to take.\n\n“... I like your penis, Tits.”\n\n“--!”\n\n“It suits you. That long, thick shaft, all smooth and heavy and pink. Smells good, too. Pretty girls like you deserve nothing but the finest, fattest girlcocks to match those blimps on your chest.”\n\nFuck. He understood the assignment. The buck knew exactly what to say.\n\nPhysical validation, verbal affirmation - it swirled in Tits’ head. Shi didn’t know how to respond to that, and only managed a weak “Yeah” and a gush of cum on the floor, which only made things even more awkward. For just a moment, shi felt like an animal who’d made a mess on the carpet.\n\n[i]fuck fuck fuck fuck[/i]\n\nHe brought his legs around hir shoulders, keeping hir head level in his hand. Hir paws reached instinctively for his cock before shi really knew what they were doing, and let hir fingers sink into the skin of his turgid meat purely for the sake of it, just to feel him. He smelled like heaven. His body had a rich, heady scent, full of natural notes, while his equipment carried musk too potent not to be noticed. It sparkled around him, this smell, a mix of floral tea notes, chamomile, sweet perfumes, and pine standing out heavily against hir own bouquet of creamy pomegranate and berry. \n\nShi couldn’t encircle the base, it was so big. It was such a loaded thing, so virile, so full of sexual energy it stood hard and ready even when he was barely aroused. It felt like a statement of intent. Erection as masculine signifier. No matter what he actually said, his dick was a notarized promise in writing to pin hir to the floor and breed hir stupid - assuming shi was okay with that and expressed full consent to be mounted like the girl slut shi was. Like, how was shi supposed to argue against that? What do you say? Grab my hair? Jack me off? Call me a girl again? You just couldn’t.\n\n“What are you going to do to me?” shi asked. Shi realized how that sounded seconds after she could take it back.\n\n“A lot. If you want.”\n\n“I love your penis, by the way. I-it’s handsome.”\n\n“Thanks. Your fur is really soft, you know. It’s like velvet.”\n\n“Really…?”\n\n“I can’t wait to cum all over it.”\n\n“Eeeeeeheehee….~”\n\nThe performance of gender is a loose subject at the best of times. As touchy as it seems on the outside, there aren’t any actual rules to what constitutes masculine or feminine behavior, at least not in a sexual sense. Gender is a construct, kink is social, and sex is a conversation. Giving and receiving are essential parts of the act, the emotional intimacy of two bodies sharing one another, perceiving one another, and enjoying the moment they make. Some of that is informed by experience. Some of it comes from hormonal needs and biological urges. How it comes together varies for each person, but when it comes to sex, the mishmash is music. Transwomen wanting to get pregnant and transmen wanting to wear a strap are reproductions of what their eyes see and their bodies want, what fulfills their being and affirms their identity, and in that turbulent truth there finds an inexplicable, inarticulate need. The need to be wanted. The need to be seen as your real self.\n\nRaine saw hir. They were both herms, both hyper, both giants relative to the world they came from, but he saw through that to the core of hir person. He saw a pretty girl, and shi saw a man.\n\nTits sat back into hir balls, treating them like an overstuffed satin pillow, and gazed deeply at Raine’s shaft. Shi glanced upward to look at him, stanced on top of hir, snout obscured by the curve of his underboob. Shi couldn’t see his face, but from the way he cupped hir cheek with his hoof-tipped hand, holding hir like a delicate flower, shi knew he could see hir, and knew what to do. \n\nHow could shi ever pay him back?\n\n“I’m Tits…” shi said, and reveled in the wake of hir name. “Listen. My boobs are big. Can I suck you off?”\n\nShi deliberated on hir choice of words. ‘May I’ felt too deferential, and ‘is it alright if I kiss it’ seemed improper, coquettish and insincere for the kind of things she wanted to do to him.\n\nHis fingers brushed through hir headfur, cupping one of hir catlike ears, and his other hand stroked his penis in quiet appreciation of hir girliness and size. Shi closed hir eyes, alone with his body heat, and his undivided attention. Shi sat there in bliss, enjoying the euphoria of being treated not just as a woman, but as an object of his desire, a flower treated with care and consideration. The intensity of the male gaze, moderated by his embrace, brought out hir intensity in kind. \n\n“Yes,” said Raine softly. “You can.”\n\nThat was all the permission she needed.\n\nHis hand moved slowly down. He wrapped his fingers under his shaft and lowered it for hir, until hir eyes met his soft cumslit. Shi stared into it, a dickhole with ridges as soft as vulva, licking hir lips in rapt anticipation. His musk was strongest here, at the foot of his dick. It was so thick she saw steam coming off his equipment in fumes that dissolved thoughts and made hir pussy ache for relief. Hir erection went rigid, pressing into his massive furry testicles, but as erections went it was hardly needed. It wasn’t going anywhere. Hir attention was squarely on Raine. An organ meant to inseminate, to impregnate someone else with hir seed, was now a pulsing neon sign, advertising hir arousal, hir desperation, hir abject lust.\n\nRaine had the cock here. Raine was the man. Shi was the woman, the girl, the blushing slut at his feet. Hir penis showed affection, demonstrated it openly while his penis was meant to be lavished, worshipped until he blew his load all over hir, and showered hir face and tits in praise.\n\nShi started slow. Eyes lidded and voice low and heavy with lust, shi lolled out hir tongue and licked around the edge.\n\nThe grip in her headfur tightened a little. His hips gyrated, gradually at first but inviting hir to keep going.\n\nSo shi did. One hand on the shaft, squeezing hard, veiny flesh, another sprawled on his thigh, fingers spread, shi made out with his slit. She kissed and licked the bumpy surface, radiating heat and intoxicating scent, and went deeper, tasting the inside like a lover, tasting his last outing an hour ago in the faint taste of spunk. It couldn’t kiss back - but shi felt his hips shift, felt the muscles in his thighs tense and his ass clench and unclench. More than enough to tell hir how good of a job shi was doing.\n\nWhat was a girl to do? How could shi not french his cock like this? This overwhelming dick?\n\nEvery microadjustment was a level of ownership. Every twitch and subtle suggestion was a message. Before shi could guess how far they’d gotten, shi was taking him. Hir mouth opened as wide as it could, and shi felt him press against the roof and hir tongue, and somehow it was always alright, always pleasurable, never to the level of soreness or pain in hir jaw. \n\nHis pubic fur came closer.\n\nCloser.\n\nWith each thrust, Tits felt it take up more of hir vision, and felt hir throat fill with him, the taste of him filling hir brain with static.\n\nCloser.\n\n[i]Closer.[/i]\n\nHis hand was on it now. It stroked, sliding in time with hir mouth. Between dry swallows and muffled moans, shi tasted his enlarged fingernails, the scent oils in his fur, in between new waves of dickscent polluting hir and asking it to respond. Shi got shivers and felt weakness in hir muscles almost everywhere, bending to the allure of his impossible hyper dick.\n\nSoon hir ears were full of nonsense. Sounds mixed with textures. Gulps, wet slaps, spit sloshing in hir mouth, the throb of hir heart beating in hir ears, sticky sweat on his thighs, and slick cockflesh mounting hir and using hir, gliding down hir throat. \n\nShi moaned terribly. Raine grunted, as if he could feel hir aching affection, grinding his hips with the precision of a dancer who did this for a living, and for all shi knew he did. \n\n[i]Closer.[/i]\n\n[i][b]And closer.[/b][/i]\n\nThere was no way to tell how long it’d been. Their stamina had been heightened by the procedure that turned them hyper and non-human and made this licentious act possible to begin with. Whatever power the hotel had to make them grow so massive let hir take a penis bigger than shi was and enjoy every moment of it. They fucked for hours, or minutes, or days, it didn’t matter which. Not to Tits.\n\nAnd throughout hir lust, one thing remained clarified, effortless in its simplicity. Shi, as a gendered being, was the peak of that gender, pressed up to the firmament of what was considered possible. Feminine yearning, feminine in distilled, feminine inside and out. Feminine unfolding, into lush and unnecessary extremes. Feminine embracing, encompassing, embodying. \n\nShi couldn’t have known back then, staring at hirself in hir bathroom mirror, that shi would have ended up here at the end of the night, enjoying and being enjoyed by a buck of this caliber, but some part of hir wanted to be here. Not here specifically, but in the grasp of euphoric excess, becoming something shi was always meant to be.\n\nHir hands dropped from his dick. Shi lowered them to stroke hir own. He seemed to understand the signal, and withdrew his long, glistening penis from hir throat and then hir mouth all together, spit strands marrying the two for a brief, bright moment.\n\nJudging from the tension wound in his legs, he was ready to blow.\n\n“Where?”\n\nTits knew the answer before shi found words for it. Shi nearly screamed.\n\n“My face. My boobs. A-all over! Cum on my tits! Cum on my tits, please!”\n\nShi sensed a nod from him, and he held his shaft like a stud. Shi leaned back to receive him, opening wide, and when he finished—\n\nIt poured over her. \n\n“Aaaaahhhh~”\n\nLoad after load sprayed across hir face, hot and heavy. It hit hir eyelids and hir lips, and shi felt the burning potency in hir nose, his concentrated masculinity too powerful to put into words. But most importantly, most vitally of all, hir tits were soaked. Thick white lines coated hir sweat-matted fur, hitting hir huge, heaving breasts like a warm shower in someone else’s fluids. \n\n“Good girl,” he said. “Pretty girl. Pretty titty kitty. This is what girls deserve…”\n\nIt poured all over hir. It poured around hir too - on hir thighs and hir girlcock, and then on the carpet around hir knees, an endless fountain of spunk.\n\nTits felt a reciprocal tension flare in hir crotch, too powerful to stop, and so let it go. Hir balls squeezed, creaking even bigger with a loud rubbery squeal, a shiver went through hir fur, and shi painted the wall of his cervine nutsack white with hot spunk, along with the actual wall behind him, and the curtains, and the stage lights. Neither of them were the type to shoot blanks. They kept erupting, on and on and on, the doebuck grunting and crooning affirmations while he blasted rope on hir tits.\n\n“Good girl… get bigger for me. Expand. Expand. Grow! [i]Grow![/i]”\n\nThe depressions in the floor around began to fill, and shi heard the drains spin up to try to contain it, but it’d be a long time before this room would be clean enough to use again. At least a half hour. \n\nThe chuckle from him afterward felt validating. Shi laid there, in his seed, basking in the heat of hirself.\n\nThe two of them were almost equal now, at least in raw size. Tits had grown in fits and spurts the whole while, outpaced by hir breasts and buttcheeks, which always took some level priority. The huge jiggling spheres had nearly doubled since when shi came in, and they gave hir a preposterously cartoonish figure that looked more of an equal for this powerful stud. Yet it was far from hir thoughts now. Shi left it behind. All Tits could think in the wake of this moment, buoyed by an intensity of feeling, was that shi couldn’t perceive hir old self anymore. Shi couldn’t see it - not past the sheer gender holding hir tight, bringing hir back to the innocence of thoughtless love. The sweet realization of euphoria.\n\nShi recognized hirself more clearly in that haze than shi ever did with the veil of respectability. Shi never would have reached this understanding without a partner to take hir there, and to Raine, shi couldn’t be more thankful.\n\nAffirmations rang in hir head, over and over again.\n\nI’m… Tits…\n\nI’m Tits…\n\nI’m [b]TITS[/b]…\n\n \n\nWith one day left at the resort, Tits had hir measurements taken. Briar spent a few minutes stretching out a tape measure along hir body in various ways, and then with a smile announced shi not only stood sixteen feet tall but hir bust, balls and cheeks measured more than double that. Then, shi told hir shi was proud of hir, and that statement more than any other was what made Tits finally break down weeping with gender euphoria and gladness.\n\nWhen Tits had dried off hir tears, Briar suggested shi cap hir stay off with a guided hike. There were a few options available for outdoor activities - skinny dipping, golf, fly fishing, motor tours, “woodland roleplay” - but the hike called to hir. As the organizer and guide, the lemur fitted hir with a backpack and expandable hiking boots, and several carabiners, as was hir right as a queer person of fur and dick. Hir breasts were big enough now that they completely blocked hir own face, but shi’d brushed away an offer of a minder since hir psychic powers and a bit of resort dream logic filled in the gap without ease.\n\nThat morning shi woke up an hour earlier than hir alarm, fueled by anticipatory excitement and a dozen feet of morning wood. Shi’d remembered obliquely between masturbation sessions and in-depth roleplay that shi had liked the local area and liked climbing it, though shi worried the size difference would make the journey up the Blue Ridge distinctly unsatisfying.\n\nShi was delighted to be proven wrong.\n\nIt wasn’t clear how, but once they were on the trail to Elk Knob, the nearest amphibolite peak in the area, nature closed back in. Shi felt spatial relationships return to a semblance of normalcy, an intuitive balance, and to hir surprise, the sensation seemed familiar. After a moment’s reflection shi recalled treasuring the outdoors as a way to ground hirself, connecting with nature and purposely distancing hirself from the stress and worries of everyday life. Only now did shi make the connection, and with hir new body it was all wrapped up with hir dreams, gender and fursona too.\n\nThough the trail steadily climbed uphill, it never felt strenuous, and none of the hyper hikers grew out of breath. The group padded along in silent appreciation, occasionally stopping to gaze at a particularly interesting sight or to look at a special flower, the constant creaking and jiggling of their enormous, looming bodies a soft susurrus of background noise that fit in surprisingly well with the birdsong and the faint sounds of a distant breeze.\n\nWhile it had rained just that morning, the lingering mists gave the hike a peaceful atmosphere, and all the water trickling down the rocky, mossy seepages and the gravel trail made it seem as if the mountain itself were breathing. Tits had elected not to wear anything save the offered backpack and boots, and as time passed the humidity soon made hir grow slick and damp to the skin. The cool temperatures felt nice, hir nipples stiff and perky and hir penis radiating its own pleasant inner heat.\n\nTheir bodies may have been twenty, even thirty feet tall, but they were at home here in the woods, no matter how big they became. Hardwood trees towered over the mountain slope, not losing one bit of their majesty even with Tits’ increased height. Flower beds brushed hir feet like tender kisses, hir heavy swaying girlballs snagging an occasional leaf and carrying it along stuck to their underside like gold stars for effort. With splashes of mud and dirty water peppering hir curves, the inconvenience of the psychic dickgirl’s enormous assets kept calling hir attention to them and offering little affirming shudders of hyper gender euphoria. Immersed in hir walk, the sensations, and the mountain around hir, hir feet remained planted solidly on the ground the entire way. Floating would have been cheating.\n\nThey passed by long, lichen-covered outcrops of rock jutting at an angle from the hillsides, all lush with ferns, and the downed trees they stepped over and passed felt majestic and forlorn. The calcium-rich soil here supported patches of special and threatened flowers, with scarlet lilies and bright lavender-hued orchids popping up the higher they went as if to say hello. Copses of red elderberries and gnarled, stunted hawthorns led higher and deeper into the unknown, the places shi used to know taking on new meaning with hir new, beautiful body as shi familiarized hirself with the place memory called home.\n\nThe Appalachian Mountains. The Great Smokies and Blue Ridge. Asheville. Brevard. Spruce Pine. Boone. This was the place shi’d lived as a human. Shi recognized the wildlife, the flora blooming in the valley, the trilliums and the pink lady slippers and the waterfall shoals meandering down to the New river, and the ambient hum of insects in summertime.\n\nThere was a crumb of truth here shi had missed. It didn’t flood back to hir, no — but once the veil of opulence had lifted, and shi let hirself reconnect with those forgotten notes, shi remembered it, like a tune on the tip of your tongue. The spark that gave fantasy its charm, and reality its beauty. The real world could sometimes be just as special as the furry one.\n\nShi crested the peak at dusk, spattered with mud and damp with sweat and moisture, more at peace than shi’d been in a very long time. Here they towered above the trees not just because they were hyper furs, but because the gnarled branches were stunted by high winds and exposure to the elements. It gave them a full 360-degree view no human could have imagined. The group stopped to watch the clouds wash across the winding valleys below and listen to the sound of the wind racing along the ridgelines. Tits panted softly, winded from the trip up and slightly sore, but the strain contributed to hir appreciation of the Inn for letting hir do this, in making the hike an exercise in nostalgia. \n\nShi felt a familiar humility here. A humility shi’d touched before, and one shi’d touch again in due time. Not as a human (though shi still felt the urge to check up on hir finances and hir situation, and was probably due to go home anyway), but as hir ideal self, the self shi knew to be true, unbound and unrestrained.\n\nA thought came to hir.\n\n“Is it too late to rebook?”\n\nBriar looked over, a pair of binoculars held in one of hir paws. “Hm?”\n\n“Aaa. Sorry. I know you’re not at the desk right now.”\n\n“I’m still on duty. Never a bad time to ask.”\n\nThey took in the thin air together, the pleasant lightheadedness of being on the top of the world. Then she said:\n\n“Costs you nuthin’. How long y’wanna stay extra?” [i]How much bigger do you want to get?[/i]\n\nTits thought about it, appreciating the lemur’s gentle smile. Shi gently cupped a cluster of bright orange-yellow Flame Azalea flowers before plucking one and tucking it behind hir ear. The world waited for hir at the foot of the mountain, but it could wait longer. This was what shi came for.\n\nShi gave Briar a warm smile.\n\n“… a few nights more ought to be good.”"
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23351.json · CAS artifact Download

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