Applejack Jungle Adventures

The three stepped out of the tent and once more into the Toxic Jungle. Unlike the poisonous, smog-choked depths Applejack had braved less than a day ago, the sight before her now was a warm one of green fields and tall, strong trees wrapped in vines. It was completely at odds with the misshapen and choking kudza she'd previously waded through.

This was tribal territory, and it was well cared for.

Bow, Applejack and Mare made quick time through the jungle, sticking to an untravelled path that Mare explained was unbeknownst to her fellows. It was a peaceful hideaway where she often came to seek refuge from the rigours of being a medicine woman. They traveled for some thirty minutes through the undergrowth, descended into a dark chamber where sunlight did not pierce, and came out in a beautiful cavern where an underground river ran.

It was such a radiant and peaceful place. After having been in the Toxic Jungle for the last week, the cavern was like a different world. Shadows of the river's rushing surface danced along the smooth blue walls, visible through a web of interlacing vines that had penetrated through cracks in the rocks in search of fresh water.

The sound of rushing water was interspersed with an intermittent drip-drip, droplets easing from the cavern's high ceiling and tumbling onto glistening rocks and the backs of lizards and fat frogs.

The water looked cool and inviting. It warmed Applejack's heart to know that even in a place like this, something so naturally beautiful could exist. The subterranean river radiated an aura of tranquility and purity, two virtues definitely in short supply this deep within the Toxic Jungle. Applejack noted that the water completely lacked the sickly colors that were so common in the tainted rivers that ran throughout the region. She felt safe assuming it was clean enough to drink from.

Mare began helping her charge out of his clothes to bathe. His brown chest, tight and narrow, was bared first, then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. She glanced up towards Applejack with a smile.

"Shouldn't you perhaps relax and undress as well, warrior woman? Do not concern yourself with the threat of enemies. We are very safe here."

"We’re really safe here?” Applejack asked in her typical, surly fashion.

When Mare nodded, the barbarian seemed to reach an accord. She sagged, tension leaving her body. “... Then I reckon I might do just that."

Applejack reached around herself for the multitude of fastening points that kept her mostly-leather armor bound to her amazon-like figure. As the blonde continued to unlatch or unbuckle everything on her person in a well-practiced display, it wasn't long until the battle-worn armor slid off of her frame, revealing the toned flesh underneath. Thanks to her patron Goddess, Applejack possessed no sign of scarring or blemishes upon her fair skin... making the mark of that Goddess stand out even more. The barbarian never really considered it, and would loathe to admit it, but her body bore the signs of a capable mother long before the recent blessing, which could be construed as a way of hinting at things to come.

However, now that the goddess had placed Applejack on this course, her chest had blossomed noticeably. Before she removed her armour, she happened to be placing the tremendous mounds under considerable pressure: they wobbled freely on her chest immediately following release.

It was a safe assumption to say that she would have to find new armor for her shifting figure soon. Especially if Bow's seed took root as easily as she imagined it would.

However, no smiths worked this far out in the wilderness. Applejack put the moot issue aside for now, and slowly dipped her bare feet into the water. She shivered from the pleasantly cool sensation upon her skin...

"Now this... This I could grow accustomed to..."

Mare slipped off her garments as well, taking far less time with her brief tribal wear. In other words, her single piece of clothing - a shawl that hung loosely off her colossally-fecund frame - dropped to the cavern's floor in one smooth motion. When she stepped out of it, a breathtaking vision of fertility emerged.

With such a gentle and warm face, one would be forgiven for thinking Mare would have the demure curves of a woman half her size. But she was much larger than that.

Mare was all soft, luscious, shimmering meat. She was built like the cattle of the Equilonian plains, with broad shoulders enveloped by her silver hair and a prodigious, gluttonous belly that had swollen from countless nourishing meals. Her breasts were large and heavy-hanging, pulled down by sheer weight alone. The absolutely-stuffed milk-canisters didn't just slap lightly together as she daintily crossed the room in a heel-toe walk, they audibly sloshed with the rich milks flooding their insides. Her tits were the biggest her frame could possibly support, resting on her gut with saucer-sized nipples slightly-downturned.

Her thighs and bottom rounded out her figure in exactly the same way her top half had. Mare didn't just lack a thigh-gap: her brown legs were so thick that she stood with her feet wide-apart. Her soft pussy, rendered as plush as a cloud from countless years of heavenly blessings and more mundane moisturizing and care, was sunk deep in-between, inviting horny males to push her great legs far apart and catch one of her many, many eggs with even a drop of sperm. "Hyper-fertility" was a term fitting this great breeder of a woman perfectly. Applejack could see her own future reflected in the gravid woman's form.

"Does my figure surprise you, Barbarian? Do I more closely resemble a beast of burden than a woman in her prime? Hm-hm-hm. I was as slender and well-built as you once upon a time. In my teenage years. Then pregnancy and childbirth came, and with it, my mobility. I became softer, yet also firmer in places. I grew a little at a time. Some years later, after my twentieth child, I was too large and heavyset to participate in our tribe's raids any further. I finally surrendered to my life as a broodmare. As I ceased my struggles to maintain myself, I grew only larger and rounder."

Had Applejack heard her right? Twenty children had been born from that womb, possibly more? This woman might just be as fertile as the Goddess herself!

Mare followed Applejack into the water, her ponderous movements sending tremendous ripples through the waters. She came and stood behind the much-younger woman in the water, cupping her shoulders and massaging them gently.

Mare inclined a hand to small Bow who stripped off as well, wading through the water towards them. He came and stood before Applejack, shivering in the chilly water... His silky-soft, smooth and brown body was defenseless under the harsh, freezing temperature of the cavern, lacking the size and padding the two females possessed.

Bow looked up at Applejack as he clutched his arms about his torso, fighting not to shiver. It was possible that cute men like him needed the protection of amazons and heavyset milfs more than anyone else.

Mare raised a hand to Bow, inviting him closer. He stepped forwards, and it dawned on the pair of large women that he barely came up to either of their chests. So tiny! Mare pressed into Applejack from behind, guiding her to her lover. "It is time to complete your pact, Amazonian. Become a mother."

"N-now? Right here?" Applejack asked in disbelief, as she switched the focus of her green-eyed gaze, alternating from Mare to Bow repeatedly. It was not often the blonde felt chills racing up her spine, but now was truly one of those times. Not from fear, or the cold water which lapped at her muscle-bound thighs, or even the prospect of doing something with this rather meek looking man. Applejack had shivered at Mare's tale of bearing an incredible amount of children in a relatively short amount of time, which resulted in the fertile, full-bodied figure that now squished into her backside. Running the math in her head, it was easy to conclude that Mare had been pregnant for pretty much every waking moment since the first time, going straight to bearing another brat within weeks of pushing out the last one! Looking upon Mare's bare body, Applejack had no difficulty believing that had been exactly what had occurred, turning a once-proud warrior into a broodmother. A woman who only knew bearing children over and over.

This had all been accomplished without the aid of any divine power. With Applejack and Bow sharing their brand, even greater acts of fertility were possible. It had already ballooned the barbarian's bosom an incredible amount, after all... even before she had touched a single drop of virile seed. Faced with this fact, the blonde came to that all-important realization that had left her faltering where she stood.

She would become an even bigger, better breeder than Mare.

The thought alone nearly compelled Applejack to flee right then and there. But before she could even go as far as to lift one water-slick leg, a strange hunger made itself known deep within her center. Too low to be her stomach, she knew Mare's prophecies were turning true. Applejack would crave Bow and his seed.

"Mmh... C-come here, Bow. You... uh, you look cold..." she tried.

Mare smiled richly. "Yes. Go to her, young man. Embrace your destiny."

The water swished about Bow's trim waist as he made his way towards Applejack. The lapping tide parted for his abundant thighs, then quickly closed in behind to plant watery kisses on his plump rear end. So cute. His body was a delight to tempt women, and he would doubtless grow only more attractive from basking in the energies of Applejack's "curse."

By its very nature, the Goddess's spell was designed to make the chosen warrior pregnant again and again and again, by any means necessary. Therefore, the possibility of the magic altering Bow’s body to suit Applejack’s tastes was very real. Would he become larger and more muscular, striking an imposing figure to rival her own? Or would he become even smaller and softer, paralyzing her with a maternal need to protect her charge?

One thing was certain: the spunk factories dangling ominously under Bow’s studding member would bloat indulgently, recklessly, swelling faster than perhaps even she could keep up with. And it would persist until Applejack was with child. Ejaculations on the hour, every hour, splattering everything in sight with semen... waking her up in the middle of the night with wild humping against the meat of her ass. It would eventually affect his health, the man barely able to walk or stand even as his nutsack grew larger and larger and larger, cum churning around cum...

But there was no need to fear such an outcome. They were together, both deep in the throes of child-making lust. Applejack succumbing to broodmaredom was only a matter of time.

Bow planted his face against Applejack's iron-hard washboard stomach, hands gripping her prodigious and prodigy-bearing hips and thighs. His big fat member hardened against her thigh, leaking seed into the water... seed that could have been going into her. An irritation flashed through the woman, and Applejack realized it was not her own. Her mind succumbed to animalistic hunger, distorted by that damnable Goddess into acting more and more unlike herself. She acted more like the person Mare and the Goddess both wanted her to become.

Bow stood on tiptoes, attempting to wrap his arms around her heaving bosom and give it the rough manhandling it deserved... but his outstretched arms barely reached the Amazon's bust. Pouting, he leaned into her, idly grinding his hips on one of her enormous thighs, mewling quietly... and for him it already felt ten times, or a hundred times, better than any single sex act he'd ever performed with Mare. It felt as if their bodies had been made for each other... that their bodies were becoming a perfect match for each other. The Goddess's will was strong, and Bow and Applejack were the vessels she would use to fill this world with her progeny.

"Take him into your arms," whispered Mare. Her voice was drawn, full of anxiety. Her legendary fertility, the greatest in all of her tribe, felt like a drop in the ocean compared to the divine power pouring out of Applejack right now. The air around the couple dampened with magic.

Only physical barriers remained between ovum and sperm. On every other level, they were linked by fate.

Applejack frowned.

"Agh... C'mere, you little... thing," Applejack sighed, completely bewildered by the sensations and thoughts which coursed throughout body and mind, yet compelled to do just as Mare instructed. Bow left her reeling and confused, like an avatar of contradiction. He combined all the presence and menace of a puppy with a thick organ better suited to a titan several times his size. If Applejack were so inclined she could easily break him in two with but one arm, and yet he still wielded a 'weapon' fit for the gods themselves.

Bow gently laid his hands upon Applejack’s battle-honed body, attempting to climb higher up her towering form. That inability to get to grips with her was again heavily contradicted by the way his second head leaked a heady trail of swimmers. He could not possibly climb her, yet his sperm would effortlessly climb to her eggs if given the chance.

It was enchanting. She wanted more. She gave him more.

As Bow’s hands vainly grasped towards her in hope of reaching the overripe, forbidden fruits of the barbarian's chest, they soon lowered into reach. The blonde grudgingly could not resist his innocent look any longer.

Applejack coiled a muscled arm, nearly as thick as the man’s waist, around his back. She casually ushered him closer to the weighty orbs swaying before him. More than double-handfuls before, each of Applejack's breasts had become sizable pillows in their own right when she had awoken this day. Their wobbling softness rendered them incomparable to normal women.

She knew that having those knockers would make swinging her axe around awkward until she got used to them... but what the barbarian didn't know was how sensitive they'd prove to be to Bow's needy groping. Despite having given a taste to disproportionate pleasure from the humping her thigh had received, Applejack was still caught completely off-guard. When those fingers sank deep into her fertile flesh, the intensity proved to be overwhelming. Applejack’s stoic, surly look replaced itself with one of lip-biting desire in only a matter of seconds.

Applejack drove her cushioned chest forwards, engulfing all of his hand within those globes. She could not have done that before... she absolutely had grown considerably. Soon she would definitely surpass Mare in size.

"Lawdy! Is this what contact with the chosen one feels like!?"

Behind her, Mare nodded sympathetically. "It will doubtless take both of you a considerable amount of time to grow accustomed to it... Your bodies will be in a state of near-unbearable pleasure until then.”

Mare licked her lips, a sly smile spreading across her face. It was unusual to see her showing so much emotion after having been so restrained previously. "The first childbirth will be your true test, Applejack. You had best bring your greatest mental reserves for that battle, or its possible the pleasure will break your mind for good."

She trailed her hand along Applejack's perfectly-formed abs, drawing her fingers in and out of those rocky crevices. "And then you'll end up a slave to Bow's member... unable to do anything but breed and breed and breed all day long. It would be quite a shame if carrying on your legend fell to your myriad daughters prematurely, wouldn't it?"

Applejack struggled to remind herself it was the Goddess's influence doing this to her. That devious deity had always had this in mind for her. Right from the start the Goddess intended to seek out the woman with the most raw power, the most strength and size on the planet and trap her in a contract! She'd promise any treasure or any blessing if it meant she would eventually arrive at this moment...

This moment, where Applejack would end up on her back, legs in the air and ankles locked behind a male's rear. Cute as he might be, Bow represented the lock on her holding cell, the implement that would ensnare her in the life that her goddess had intended for her all along: one as breeding chattel.

Despite this, he wasn't in any kind of position to control her! Quite the contrary; while she wilfully signed and agreed to the terms of this contract, the man in her arms now had never intended for any of this to happen. He had simply been defending his tribe from an invader, and just look at him now: pressed into her gloriously fertile body, the brown angel's tongue rolled out of his mouth in a mindless ahegao. His eyelashes fluttered, then hooded prettily. He lost himself to the pleasure of his mate's body, able to exert as much force and control over her as any pleasure toy she might mount and thrust on to satiate her sexual buzzes.

He had fallen into a destiny as a cum-cow, the means to deify Applejack’s womb.

Applejack hoisted Bow up into her arms, his entire lithe body sandwiched between her colossal cow-udders. He allowed it to happen. His raging hard erection flattened against her firm, tight tummy as he held onto the miniature giantess tightly. He wrapped his arms around her expanding bust.

Bow took full advantage of his position to grope Applejack’s fat knockers, much like a thirsty baby would. He buried his whole head in his fated partner's cleavage as if he sought to hide in her depths.

His every movement sent those salaciously-large knockers wobbling for a no-less-indecent amount of time. A part of Applejack could only wonder how Mare dealt with the constant jiggling and the unwieldy weight hanging so high upon her frame. The rest of her simply thought how good it felt when Bow squeezed their doughy expanses as much as his comparatively-tiny palms could manage.

Mare lightly massaged Applejack's back, squeezing her shoulders and coaxing her to relax. There were many kinks of tension in the young woman's back, many knots in her muscles that would be familiar to the dark-skinned ex-warrior Applejack rested against.

So she worked on Applejack from behind, helping the natural paths in her body open up, freeing the flow of the magic within her to move more naturally. The Goddess's spells had much ground to cover in fully infusing Applejack with fertility, and Mare was a natural accessory to it happening as smoothly as possible. Each time a knot cleared under Mare's delicate hands, the blonde amazon would feel another pulse of pleasure deep in her womb, growing more fully into her role as an eternal breeder.

"You will make a magnificent mother, Applejack. This incredible body is genuinely suited to the task... Far more than battle."

She squeezed Applejack's hips, once again marveling at their great size. "The Goddess... I feel she knew exactly what she was doing when she selected you for the role of bearing her followers. This body would have naturally fallen into the role of a great mother of children without any input from her at all. In growing to be a powerful warrior, you have worked against your destiny every step of the way."

Mare smirked. "Well, fear not. Once his member has sunk into your warm depths and your eggs are crowded in seed, your tiring, uphill battle will finally be at an end."

By good fortune, at that moment Bow's member came incredibly close to doing exactly that. His large member's tip grazed her engorged labia, dragging from bottom to top along her flush pussy's right lip. Even under the water, the contact made her flesh sizzle, the near-miss enough to make her salivate in anticipation.

She lowered her defenses. The more Bow played with her big, milky tits and nozzle-nipples and ground against her, the more sloppy Applejack became in protecting herself. It provided him with the opportunity he needed to take charge of the situation... and he started to climb. His feet already dangled in the air near her hips, but he went higher still.

The Amazon went back and forth between gasping and hyperventilating, driven even more wild by Bow’s touches. Bow carefully tightened his grip on Applejack’s bosom and lifted himself slightly higher. He scaled the mountain.

Soon, Bow was high enough to have an arm laying on top of either tit. When their faces drew level, he waited until Applejack was at her limpest, then dove forwards. He locked their respective lips together, plunging his tongue as far in as he could manage.

He tightened his grip on Applejack as he attempted to tonguefuck the much larger woman, pushing himself into her mouth. It was a silly, yet adorable, effort to assert himself. In contrast, her tongue could have slid all the way down his throat, soundly embarrassing him, but she chose not to. They both closed their eyes and batted their tongues against each other, bringing their partner the pleasure they craved.

Lights danced behind their eyes as pleasure rocketed up and down their bodies. This was already the greatest pleasure either of them had ever experienced! How much better would sex feel?

Applejack, in particular, was left stunned. A virgin she might be, only by consequence of no man being fit for her, but she was certainly no stranger to carnal pleasures. She had touched herself plenty of times, body shaking with carnal pleasures... Applejack realized, to her horror, that none of those times even began to compare to Bow's tongue pushing past her full lips. All those nights alone might as well have been spent scratching her back. The sensations rocking her body were beyond anything she could have experienced without him.

It was so much that Applejack began to feel weak in the legs. She might have fallen, had Mare not supported her from behind... whispering yet more obscene words about Applejack’s irrefutable destiny as a cock-crazy breeder as she did so.

As Applejack listened to Mare, she knew it would take all her determination not to end up as some simple-minded thrall that only lived to gleefully make babies... but mustering that determination was easier said then done. Right now Applejack struggled just to remain standing as her face remained firmly adhered to Bow's. She tried to ignore the sensation of Bow’s wildly-disproportionate cock... which - from the prodding she had endured - seemed to already be expanding its prominent girth and length.

Mare put her head on Applejack's shoulder, looking down at the man alongside her female companion. He chewed his lip, drooling and panting. Bow was completely unable to cope with the new sensations overwhelming his body. "I appear to be spending all my time with you, Applejack. Perhaps I would be better off helping you sandwich him. Then, I could hoist his bottom and, hnnh, insert him deep inside you."

She leaned in to plant a fat red tongue on Applejack's cheek, at the same time she flattened her bosom against the amazon's back. Fresh milk squeezed out, twin streams of Mare's product oozing down Applejack's back as she licked up and down the blonde's face. "Would that suit you? Are you ready for your trial to begin?"

"Huuaah... I shouldn't... I am... I'm a warrior, y'hear?" Applejack babbled incoherently. She still reeled from the shock of having had Bow's thick cock dance around the entrance to her oh-so-fertile insides. Bow might be a lusty mess cradled in the capable blonde's extraordinarily strong arms and fat chest, but the barbarian didn’t fare much better. She struggled to form even the simplest of sentences.

It seemed her fate had been sealed the moment she allowed him to come in contact with her powerful body. Applejack felt herself changing subtly within; steadily losing control of her actions. The brands that the amazon and Bow shared would likely have seen them coming together as such sooner or later, but all the blonde could think about at the moment was how this 'bathing' had so very little to do with washing... She was soaking in sweat and Mare's warm milk. The feeling of which coerced Applejack to shudder as she thought what a potent warning it was as to the bounty her own wobbling bust would produce before long.

Knowing full well that she carried with her an ability to surpass the already-outlandish Mare, Applejack thought to pry Bow apart from her... but her body absolutely refused to listen. Instead she found herself spreading her legs a little wider in direct contrast to her earlier protestations, waiting for the all-important moment where Bow would plunge deep inside her.

"By the way, there's something I've been thinking about..." whispered Mare in a soft voice, speaking directly into Applejack's ear.

With her strong hands, Mare reached around Applejack's body. She thrust her corded black muscles under Applejack’s armpits, thrusting them forwards and forcing the other woman’s arms away from her body. The path to her brown-capped melons was open, and Mare's fingertips now danced in the air above them. She drummed on the amazon's massive tits for a moment, testing their firmness, before she ruthlessly dove in on them.

The tall, dusky blonde found herself forced to watch in what felt like slow-motion as Mare's fingertips went from their light prodding to stretching out across her wobbling rack. But the real shock and pleasure began where her palms slapped home and she began to grasp. Her chest was callously manipulated by the woman twice her age... she was handled like slutty, cow-like livestock! And rightfully so! With a bosom like that, the axe-wielding barbarian was one cruel, strong-willed master away from being pregnant and mooing in a cow-print bikini.

She'd be pregnant by the end of this either way, belly crammed with the babies of a capable and hung male, but at least she wouldn't be getting to that other perverted stuff just yet! She could retain her fire as a barbarian, and put off a happy life as a docile, man-serving fuckpig for a little bit longer.

Without any warning, Mare held Applejack's chest in a tight grip, squeezing with all her might. The amazon's soft bosom flooded over the tops and bottoms of Mare’s hands. More bronzed flesh went upwards, rushing towards Applejack's face, squishing her cheeks with her own over-abundant breasts from either side. She could barely see over them as Mare displaced Applejack’s chest more and more!

"Aren't these truly huge tits? They might be one of the largest pairs I've ever laid eyes on, short of my own... And they'll only continue to grow from here on, you know?"

Once again, the barbarian had to face the fact her bust had become enormous overnight. More to the point, her assets were a mere fraction of the obscene globes they could be. It worried her greatly that even this deviant elder with a chest ripped straight from fantasy could candidly say Applejack possessed one of the largest chests she had ever seen.

Being told they would only grow larger in such a casual manner stung immensely. Not only was the amazon still struggling to figure out how she would adapt her fighting style to accommodate knockers at her current size, but deep down she knew every word of it was true. If Mare managed to obtain mounds of such absurd size naturally... what did that say for Applejack? She had her whole youth ahead of her, as well as an enchanted mark from her goddess to help things along the way? She had no idea when they would stop growing, or if they even would at all during her lifetime, cosigning her to live the rest of her days as every bit the bovine Mare insinuated she was!

And while she mused about being a bovine, Mare continued to treat her like one. Applejack gasped as the older woman once again sprung into action. For such a self-confessed cock-loving old sow, the finely-aged Witch Doctor knew a thing or two about manipulating the bodies of women: she spread her fingers out and clenched Applejack's soft bosom. She was instantly rewarded for her efforts, as copious amounts of soft-as-silk titflesh spilled out between each firmly-pressuring finger. Mare acted like she appraised them... and cooed under her breath when she found them not wanting for more size or weight.

"It's truly barbaric of you to inflict such a gigantic chest on such an inexperienced young man. I must help him come more to terms with the cow you are, if he is to properly tame you in days to come."

As her small male lover watched, Mare drew both of Applejack's breasts out, lifting them by the nipples. She released them, and they slapped back down with a pair of loud claps.

"Or do you expect me to come running again whenever he requires my help with you?"

She guided Applejack and Bow to the water's edge, and instructed the man to take a seat on the cool rocks. The cavern’s shifting lights played over Bow’s chest as he looked up at the two huge women.

Mare pressured Applejack forwards. “Go to him... and ask him for more of what I just gave you.”

"Ask Bow to... handle me... in the same way that you just had? Now you just listen, that... that ain't right for a warrior like me to... haah..." Applejack had already been murmuring beforehand, but now her voice trailed off completely. She peered between Mare and Bow inbetween frequent gasps for air... her recent fondling session had left her winded and flushed.

The odds were stacked against her. Angering Mare at this stage was an unwise decision. But on the other hand, Bow was just one man. If Applejack could willfully taunt scores of savage warriors, decimating them all and coming on top, she could definitely endure whatever he had in mind, couldn’t she?

Emboldened by this thought, Applejack forced her curvaceous form to cease shuddering. She turned towards her punitive partner with an authoritative glare. What came out was a request, that in the end more closely resembled an order.

"Bow, sweetie, I need you to do what she just did to me... To my chest... Please."

How well-spoken! Even someone like Bow, still being taught by the ropes of how slutty and luridly-forceful women could be when the heat was on them - and they hunted for cum - would be unable to mistake Applejack for anything other what she was: an outrageously-fertile broodmare-to-be. She could be impregnated from a single drop of spunk swimming purposefully into her womb... let alone the gushing, sloshing deluge he sorely wanted to pump out!

The over-endowed jungle man had been in a fully-consensual and lewdly-adult relationship with Mare for as many years as he could remember, making him no stranger to sex and fucking, but he'd never even once seen his well-mannered and docile lover and mother-surrogate quite as in-heat as Applejack was now.

Just looking at her quaking body inflamed with lust, her cartoonishly-huge bouncing tiddies... it had him confused as to where to even begin handling such a great amount of bitch! As he puzzled over her, glancing unbelievingly between Applejack and Mare, his pecker stood up and throbbed at full mast. It was dying to fire out every last drop of his thick, gooey seed where it could do the most good.

Bow urged himself into motion, hands stretching up and out. He reached for the lewdly-dangling tits suspended between woman and man. Applejack lowered her back a little towards him, making the tits so previously malleable in Mare's strong hands form intimidatingly-huge bell-shapes. It wasn't anything like sag - it was doubtful the Goddess would permit Applejack to have a single blemish or imperfection on her figure. It was simply the weight. She aggressively thrust breasts so heavy Bow couldn’t lift either one with both hands at him. He reached up and out.

Of course, Bow's fingers were so short he could barely get into them at first. He applied pressure to the flesh around her saucer-sized areola with his fingertips, and found her body firm and unyielding. It was only when Bow flattened his palms on her titties and spidered his grip out across her mammaries that he made headway.

Seeing his hands laying on top of her bosom, fingers stretched as far open as they could be, he felt like a bold explorer of a mysterious, and dangerous, new country. The feeling redoubled when he pushed a little more firmly... and fingers vanished altogether. Tit swallowed them up on either side.

In fact, the only indication he had ever had hands at all were his wrists sunk inches into Applejack’s mighty melons... This might be harder than he'd thought!

Bow knew he had to succeed in bringing Applejack to heel. And not just because it would feel good to sow his seed inside of the thickly-built battle-honed warrior woman! If that were all he wanted, Mare could easily just wring him out into Applejack's pussy herself.

No, he had to do this because the Goddess herself made both their bodies hurt and need and hurt again... And it would last until they had become one. Until their minds and souls were joined in a singular purpose.

Bow began to move his hands inside of her squishy breasts, growing more accustomed to the differences between her tanned chest and Mare's black-fleshed rack. He went from just exploring to stimulating, and Applejack found herself exposed to a pleasure she couldn't possibly have been prepared for. As her slutty body had grown and become more sensitive, Applejack had found Mare's touches had felt better than any of her other lovers, but this... Being touched by her chosen lover with the intent to arouse her felt like it melted her brain. Just his fingers lightly brushing her nipples brought her dangerously close to her first of many, many, many orgasms.

"Whoa there, li’l fella! Woo lawdy, how could this - by my chest...?" Applejack groaned. From the moment Bow's hands found purchase on her abnormally tremendous bosom, the blonde had to grit her teeth. She fought to stop her eyes rolling back in her head... and even then she started to drool.

Applejack had no frame of reference for pleasure like this. No experiences existed to compare to this toe-curling pleasure which had her shuddering in seconds flat. The only thing that came close had been a run-in with a strangely garbed and head-shaven man from the east, whose quicksilver jabs with his fingers somehow temporarily disabled one of her arms... but never in her life had she had her whole body incapacitated with but a firm squeeze!

It crushed Applejack to know that she had somehow developed a pair of enormous, wobbling weak-points that would only become weightier and easier to grasp with time. She could only take solace in the fact that the sensations were more bearable when it was people other than Bow. It was unlikely she would be crossing paths with people as dirty-minded as Mare often in her travels ahead... however long those lasted.

But as Bow drew close to the iron-hard tips of those breasts, Applejack felt a warmth deep within her, one that built to unfathomable intensity. Even partially dipped in the cold water lapping at her thighs, she swore she sweated already. Had she been submerged deeper the water might just have started steaming.

Just as Applejack was about to plead with Bow to perhaps slow down, and give her a moment to catch her breath, a stray tug on her left nipple pushed her beyond the brink of some strange threshold to which only she was privy to... Her churning desires reached a white-hot peak. Soon, the evidence of her rampant lust gushed down her obscenely-thick thigh in periodic squirts.

"C-can't endure... this is too much! I...aaahn!~

Once again, that sultry sexpot Mare was on Applejack's back. She laughed at the trumped-up strumpet's obvious discomfort. There was an odd catharsis for her in watching the woman who had defeated her tribe reduced to this blubbering little sex-bitch by the touch of one so much smaller than her... It was simply shameful, and it made her cackle duskily in that muscular bitch's ear.

"It's good, isn't it? And this is only the beginning of your slavery to him..."

Mare trailed her fingers around Applejack's body, like she was laying claim to all that supple, well-formed flesh. She drew a circle around that waspish waist, then fully traced the curvature of the warrior woman's beastly, overgrown hips. "Maybe you should take a moment to envision what it will truly mean for you when that sticky-fingered runt is blasting his seed deep in here..."

She planted her black body against Applejack's browned flesh, reaching between the amazon's legs. Without so much as a request, her questing fingers located the eager, drooling mound of Applejack's pussy, fishing for that undefended hotspot. She peeled the light-toned flesh, easing those strong, thick lips apart, and flashed the vibrant pink depths within to Bow. "Look... Look at the colours running across her flesh, the skin so engorged and fat it's near-red. Mmhmhm, this is how you know the she-bitch is fully prepared for her impregnation. And all those thereafter!”

Up until now, Bow had remained sitting on the water's edge. But now he slipped into the cool water again, kneeling slightly. His eyes widened as he looked closely at the engorged pussy that waited for him.

In another aspect of the Goddess's curse, clear fluids dripped copiously within its folds. Applejack's body was more prepared for sex than ever, watery sheets of female fluids oozing down her lips and soaking into the water.

Applejack’s confidence was compromised after having already experienced Bow's touches. Those had been on her rather sensitive and absurdly-fat chest, but they had at least been outside her body. She couldn't imagine it compared to the stimulation between her legs.

So she protested.

"No... Not there! I... I ain't ready t’ - nngh!" Applejack pleaded.

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Bow grazed a few of his nimble fingers against her red-hot folds. The resulting pleasure lanced up her spine. The powerful barbarian seized up on the spot.

Bow looked back up at Applejack with a mixture of awe and confusion... and then slowly dipped his fingers into her depths. "Mm..."

Applejack’s thick, muscled thighs, powerful enough to allow the blonde to perform unnatural leaps and bounds, quick clamped down around Bow's hand at his touch. Applejack was bewildered by how quickly she leaked, secreting so much love-juice Bow's hand dripped with it in a matter of seconds.

To expose a young man to such an oversexed hole! He looked positively overwhelmed as he gently explored her body. Nonetheless, he cooed in approval.

Applejack reeled. Never before had the barbarian believed she possessed a weakness of any kind. But with just a number of well-placed fingers, she had been reduced to a shivering mess. She had to grit her teeth to keep her mind clear.

Still, this did not leave Applejack completely witless. A thought was very clear in her mind, one that sent an ominous tingle up her chiseled back. If this was merely a prelude to the true event to come, would any amount of time prepare her for it? Applejack had seen that obscenely large 'weapon' Bow carried between his legs. Once it was guided toward her aching sex...would she be able to endure?

Behind Applejack, Mare grunted. "Perhaps it's time you two went on to complete the deed, mm? I will allow you some privacy, hohoho~"

She released Applejack, slipping her enormous figure away through the water. Turning her head this way and that self-consciously, the Barbarian realized Mare had vanished altogether, doubtless continuing her bathing in a separate part of the underwater cavern.

So Mare wasn't even staying to supervise: she left Applejack and the man alone, doubtless to go mad together, to enter a truly-depraved breeding frenzy.

It was humiliating in its own way: the old tribal woman fully trusted Bow to subdue the “invader”. Applejack was a world-renowned, fearsome predator of men, with enough strength to break Bow's neck in a heartbeat, yet here and now she was considered so weak, so helpless, that even someone like Bow could keep her under control. Her growing, lewdly-developing body was her captor now, the chains that kept her locked to this man.

As she was no longer being supported by a certain dark-skinned sexpot, Applejack shook unsteadily upon her feet. She slowly rubbed her legs against Bow's arm with need.

Applejack had ended the lives of so many men of Bow and Mare’s tribe. Now the new generation of tribals would be cultivated in her hyper-fertile womb.