Yvonne is well used to the sensations of prey being absorbed in her guts and growing larger as a result. However, this is something different. A rapturous pleasure spreads through her entire body, making her shiver. The feeling coalesces as a euphoric warmth concentrated in her breasts, belly, rump and nethers. The rogue lets out a high-pitched howl as her gut shrinks several inches, and all of her clothes suddenly feel much tighter.
“By the dream, Yvonne! You’re digesting him fast. Did your chest just get softer?”
“Lia… g-get off, I can’t breathe…”
“Oh, sorry!”
Liandra scrambles to her feet and turns around, and both worgen gasp at what they see. Yvonne’s breasts are practically bursting out of her leather chestpiece, her cleavage deep and wide as the huge, furred orbs fight for space. Liandra’s cheeks turn bright red… then she hears her mate’s labored breathing and sees her fumbling with the clasp of her chestpiece.
“O-oh! Let me help you with that!”
After a moment of fiddling, there’s a muted pop, and Yvonne’s tits surge forth, whipping the garment to the ground on either side of her. Both worgen stare in awe at the luscious, black-furred jugs heaving softly as she breathes, easily surpassing Liandra’s own impressive bust.
“W-wow…” the brown worgen exhales, testing the texture of the juicy orbs with a gentle claw. “Whatever magic was in that wolf, I think you just… absorbed it.”
Yvonne grunts as Liandra teases one of her nipples with a soft lick. “Yeah, I guess so…” she replies, prodding at the mushy pot belly full of liquid wolf still coursing through her bowels. “He’s not even close to being fully digested.”
“I wonder how big these are going to get…” Liandra mutters, rolling the cushy dough mounds through her fingers. Yvonne regards her with a smirk.
“Hey. My pants feel kinda tight too, you know.”
Liandra’s ears flatten and her cheeks turn a shade brighter. She immediately steps back and allows Yvonne to roll over, exposing her bubbly, leather-bound booty. It’s visibly larger, although exactly how much is hard to tell given the tightness of the fabric.
Yvonne flexes her rump to show off for her lover, but flinches as she hears a series of pops from one of the seams of her pants splitting open. She glances back worriedly, unable to see. “Fuck. Did it just rip?”
Liandra doesn’t respond. She’s enraptured by the fat fold of thigh chub that just forced its way out of Yvonne’s leather armor. Drooling, she strokes it with her claws, then wiggles them beneath the fabric in an attempt to get a full grope of her lover’s behind, causing a few more pops of threads breaking.
“Stop! Lia, you’re ripping my pants!”
“They’re already ripped.” Focused on her prize, the brown worgen digs her hand beneath the fabric and grabs a fold of thick, firm worgen dough, murring as her hand sinks into the flesh.
Yvonne tries to pull away to save her pants from being completely shredded, but the sudden motion of her leg unfortunately has the opposite effect; with a singular sshriiiip, her pant leg is torn in half, allowing her right cheek to spring forth in all its glory. Liandra stares as the flab wobbles like jello, then shamelessly kneads and gropes it with both hands. Soon she tears away Yvonne’s other pant leg, admiring her mate’s luscious new moons before burying her face in the cushy mounds of flab.
Yvonne sighs and gives in as Liandra worships her rear end. Well, I guess I would have needed new pants anyway…
What follows is roughly half an hour of raunchy wolf love, filling the nearby forest with snarls and howls of pleasure as the pair thoroughly tests out Yvonne’s new equipment. Once they’re finished, Liandra has her dinner and they let the campfire die down as they snuggle in for a night’s rest. The night is warm and both worgen remain in the nude, Yvonne sleeping on her belly as it works down the rest of her wolf meal, Liandra lying on her back with her head resting on the veritable pillows of her mate’s soft, furry ass cheeks. After thoroughly exhausting themselves, neither has much trouble getting to sleep…
Throughout the night, Liandra has the odd sensation of sinking. Her surroundings feel warmer, almost oppressively so, until finally she realizes the air is dangerously thin. She awakes with a start and opens her eyes, only to see utter darkness. Her entire head is surrounded by something warm, soft and furry. The druid blushes fiercely as she realizes where she must be.
“Yvmmn!” she cries out, muffled by the rogue’s massive mounds of ass flesh. Liandra flails her arms and eventually manages to pull herself out of the huge valley between her mate’s ass cheeks, taking a gasp of fresh air as she does so. She turns around to see Yvonne staring back with a devious grin, giving her enormous ass cheeks a gentle wiggle.
“Sleep well, love?”
“Yvonne, your cheeks are the size of—by the dream, they’re larger than watermelons!”
“Hm. Yeah,” Yvonne comments, giving one of her cheeks a slap, which causes it to collide with the other and produce several seconds of jiggling. “Sheesh, I guess that wolf really was magical.”
Yvonne rolls over, causing Liandra to gasp at the sheer size of the gravid, fertile jugs now sagging from her lover’s chest. The momentum of her change in position causes them to swing too far, forcing her to readjust them using her arms, which the furred flesh molds around like water balloons.
“Unf, these are gonna be some work.”
Liandra stares blankly at the matrony jugs. Her gaze slowly drifts down to Yvonne’s midsection, which has almost returned to its flat, hourglass form, but retains a faint outward swell from whatever fraction of the wolf became pudge for her gut. Without thinking, the druid leans forward and sensually extends her tongue, pressing it against the convex bump of her mate’s post-meal belly chub, comparing the texture to last night when the liquid wolf was flowing through her guts. She feels a flutter in her heart and a warmth in her loins as she basks in the growth of her predatory lover. Liandra’s tongue finds the black worgen’s navel and she engages in a kiss, blushing profusely. Yvonne chuckles, causing her soft gut massive tits to wobble.
“Well, I think it’s safe to say we won’t be getting much travel done today. C’mere, you.” She grabs Liandra by the shoulders and pulls her into a tight embrace, smushing the blushy druid into the massive, cushy valley of her cleavage. Liandra smirks uncontrollably as she buries herself in Yvonne’s plush boobage, extending her tongue to lick the rogue’s sternum buried deep within.
And so the legacy of the white wolf Sifr came to an untimely end, as he was reduced to jiggle on a juicy black worgen gal. His blessing of fertility failed to produce any more offspring, but it did make Yvonne’s curves all the more luxurious and grabbable for the lucky druid she called her mate.
