Applejack Jungle Adventures

Bow took a good, long rest on his laurels. He certainly deserved it after he'd blasted the world's bustiest babe with such a spine-tingling volume of ejaculate! After pumping out so much seed, his growing, burgeoning balls ached down to their very cores: the young man felt entitled to a breather.

Not to mention he needed a moment to take in all the eye candy... even a Herculean giantess like this big blonde bitch could look beautifully feminine after being thoroughly glazed in cum.

And Applejack seemed to agree: the more she watched Bow’s prodigious seed making its sinister way down her white-painted body, the more spellbound she became. With her eyes hooded with a scintillating warmth typically reserved for the bedroom, her breathing shallow, and her fingers fanned out across those two enormous, womanly globes rising from her chest, Applejack looked more luscious than ever. A ripe peach to be enjoyed thoroughly.

Complementing the view, Applejack's hips and strong, muscular legs remained spotless under the crystal-clear surface of the pool. Her top half might be painted white, but any goop not absorbed through her skin drizzled down to the water and quickly dispersed. For her, getting clean and ready to go for round two would be as easy as dipping her head.

The tribal man looked on in delight. He curled his toes in the water, and scritched the smooth stone under his fingers. For the first time, Bow really basked in the sight of the Fertility Goddess before him.

Applejack's body had already expanded in leaps and bounds since their first meeting. She had gained considerable softness, with pleasurable hips more suited to childbearing, larger breasts that promised to only grow milkier... Eye-pleasing, lovely curves all round! But while she was fertile as a village, Applejack remained as strong as ever. She sacrificed no definition to grow so plump.

Bow suddenly grew cold, and shivered. Hanging around outside the water so long made his dripping skin prickle, so he quickly dove under the surface of the lake. Moving with surprising speed, he blurred past Applejack and through the water. The super-hung stud surfaced a dozen or so feet away and waved towards her, before vanishing under the current again: it looked like he'd suddenly decided to play coy. If Applejack wanted her growling pussy fed, she'd just have to catch him.

"Now just what's the meaning of this... You get back here now, li’l whelp!” Without knowing why, Applejack instinctively demanded Bow stop and return.

“Wait a dang second, why do I... ahh..." Applejack caught herself. If Bow was away, there was almost nothing stopping the barbarian woman from taking her leave from this cave. She could finish the job commissioned by the trade prince.

So she was utterly confused as to why she called him back, knowing he would only keep her chained to him... and that over-sized organ between his legs. But no sooner had the blonde started to question her reasoning, did the proficient splattering of seed upon her bosom answer: it tingled like some heady balm. Applejack’s senses already filled with the overpowering aroma of Bow's unique musk, but having all that seed contacting her bare flesh compelled her to try and rub it off, as her warmth only continued to build.

To an outside observer, it appeared as if the stoic and towering warrior had suddenly burst into a fit of self-groping, which wasn't far from the truth. Applejack sunk her fingers into her enormous mounds with great vigour in order to relieve herself of the building sensation, but really only succeeded in further spreading that sticky spunk around, as her palms mashed and squeezed those bovine udders in an incidentally wanton display.

The sensations only grew more powerful from there. Playing with her sensitive, jiggling flesh only made her more aroused, and made little headway in cleaning her up. It also felt intoxicating, making her hesitant to dip under the water and wash her bosom... To say nothing of how submerging her towering self would put her whole body in range of Bow’s touches.

Deep beneath the surface of the pool, Bow watched Applejack ride out her internal conflict, struggling with the conflict of her lust and her humanity. He chuckled, sending dozens of bubbles to pop and froth on the water's surface.

And she couldn't count on him surfacing to resolve the dispute! Unfortunately for Applejack, the people of Bow’s jungle-dwelling tribe were fit and strong: holding their breath for long periods was one of their many talents. If Applejack wanted another taste of that heavenly man-pole, the poor muscle-bound blonde would have to come a-hunting for the impish man less than half her height.

And Bow had another reason for wanting to remain underwater: a feeling of weightlessness that came as a welcome relief. Under the surface of the water his new monster-cock bobbed gently, whether swaying lazily between his thighs, or rising up to thump gently on his flat chest. He swam a little ways further, and the club-like length went so far as to cause a riptide in the water as it followed him. It slapped aside small pockets of reeds, and the long shadow it cast made freshwater fish go scampering away to small hidey-holes in the stone and sand, fearing for the arrival of some new giant super-predator.

In short, Bow no longer felt weighed under the girth and size of his colossal, expanding manhood, now so large that it became clear Applejack's Goddess must be some manner of giant pervert. His increasingly-swollen seed pods, able to inseminate a dozen women in a day, had their obvious benefits, but they would have worked just as fine churning litres of cum under his original shaft. This new slab of cock was massive. A mountain of man-meat. Surely it would not even fit inside a pussy, no woman could take his new member to the root.

Except for maybe one.

Bow swept around the blonde barbarian in a slow circle that left a trail of bubbles popping on the surface. Sweeping the hair matted to his face out of his eyes, the first thing he saw gave him a sense of infantile delight. Applejack doggy-paddled towards him, causing those colossal cow-udders to bounce weightlessly under the water, nipples gently rising and falling as they came closer.

She searched for Bow while cleaning off the lingering seed coating her chest like a layer of sweet icing. Applejack swung about in the water as she cleaned her curves.

When she turned her bulb-shaped lower body towards him, hips as exaggeratedly curved now as any fertility goddess's idol, he couldn't help but close in.

In doing so, he gave Applejack a new reason to curse her femininity. Her chest had enlarged to the point where an ambush could be effortlessly launched from underneath her hefty udders, creating a weakness she never before possessed. And this weakness would only come to “swell” further when she bore a child.

That certainly seemed to be well on its way to happening already, with Applejack’s first notice he was between her legs coming with those small hands closing on her thighs, drawing himself deeper between them... He looked up at her, barely able to see her face over her breasts, and lined himself up.

That head of that behemoth pressed on her warm, wet pussy teasingly. It served as a final warning. Once it was in, she was his. Each grind of his tip against her pussy only made it more inevitable.

But her body failed to heed that warning. Before Applejack even realized her heated nethers grazed against his member, her powerful inner muscles quickly latched on and sucked him deeper inside.

Once she realized what was happening, the in-heat female moaned like a bitch and wrapped her legs around him. Applejack committed herself to sinking his member inside her. Since she’d first saw his cock, she’d never quite felt like it was quii~iite where it needed to be, but that changed now.

That throbbing, obscene erection pushed deeper into her sex. She was going to get utterly ruined.

Bow worked his hips, more bubbles rising to the surface as his cock-presses became firm and energetic.

He moaned as he finally did the unthinkable... and penetrated Applejack. He actually got that monstrosity of cock in her tight pussy... inside the dedicated shaft-milking channel running to her womb. He quickly locked his arms around her waist and began to move like a feral animal, writhing against her in pleasure, needing more than ever to empty those hanging grapefruit balls inside of his giantess lover. Bow came to latch onto her like a lamprey, gripping her widened hips with strength and determination she wouldn’t have thought to be possible coming from such a small and innocent-looking man.

Applejack collapsed into the water, erupting with cries of pleasure that echoed about the cave. The woman who had destroyed legions now struggled just to stay afloat, helped along by the absurd buoyancy of her own, feet-obscuring melons. Bow pushed in deep, and her velvety folds clamped down upon his shaft, already attempting to milk those seed-pods dry. Some part of Applejack knew what lay in store for her if she allowed this to continue, but her efforts to restrain him turned into
a loving embrace. She ended up only pressing his face more firmly against her abdomen, dropping her sumptuous knockers directly on his head.

Bow felt as if possessed by the Goddess of Breeding herself. He burned with an urge far beyond his small size: to be fruitful and multiply, to permanently imprint his strongest breeding urges on Applejack's body!

He drew his lover deep under the water's embrace, turning the previously-still waters into a churning whirlpool, rising up a frothing tide of animalistic activity.

There could be no mistaking Bow for what he was now: a strong, virile male, with sperm that dominated eggs. He left her breathless with the force of his thrusts, and his cock kissed her womb with as much passion as any pair of lips.

The more the Goddess fueled Bow’s desires to mate, the more he reeled under unfamiliar thoughts and urges. Not only did each thrust feel greater and more satisfying than the last, but he also felt his fate aligning with Applejack’s - with all women’s.

The longer and more passionate their lovemaking became, the deeper Bow sank into a breeding haze. Soon, his hips were not just driven out of seeking pleasure, but also from a deep, consuming need to make this woman his breeding bitch. He worked to put an end to any attempt she, or any other woman, made to keep from having his child. He'd turn even the powerful, dominant Applejack into a docile mother.

Deep down, on a primal and basic level, this was what he'd always wanted. Bow's head filled with images of growing bellies, women expanding from flat and shapeless girls into massively-curved, massively-endowed breeders who pumped out his spawn, his progeny! His hips moved faster and faster now, driven by the need to create new life... Bow felt strong, virile semen building up inside his balls, and he knew he needed to unleash every last drop into Applejack's fertile womb.

She would be his mate, he would claim her and breed her. He tightened his grip on Applejack’s hips, and he kicked his legs forcefully under the water... Each of his thrusts was powered by primitive urges to turn Applejack from warrior to broodmare, from conqueror to mother.

Applejack had laid low wizards to warlords with her goddess-blessed might, but even in the face of her impending breeding, she found herself helpless at fending off Bow's feverish thrusts. The strength that shattered boulders and bent whole trees was sealed off, denied from her, her very own body rebelled against any thoughts that didn't involve taking that tremendous load of seed into her aching womb. Applejack's divine brand glowed brightly in the wake of her obscene, wave-making coupling with Bow, a distinctly ominous sign for the blonde who sought to avoid a fate of mothering and care. Despite already nearly having a bust vast enough for Bow to seclude himself under, she professed that she was a true warrior! Somebody destined to behead mighty beasts, not hold infants to her bosom!

But screaming this assertion within her own mind had little effect. Applejack's thoughts were constantly in conflict with the deafening command to welcome her fated partner deeper, to better the odds that her belly would come to swell in the ensuing months. Each slap of that heavy sack against her rear served as a reminder to just how virile Bow really was, and that in turn only made it harder to resist. Applejack's voluptuous figure was electrified with the need to be bred, to be brought to its full, womanly potential. As the throbbing deep within her lust-slick folds intensified, a small part of the barbarian wondered what pregnancy would do to her well-defined muscles...

That was the power of cock, after all. Women were beholden to those hot little flesh-rockets dangling between men's thighs, organs with the sole function of establishing dominance. Even while women feared total slavery to cocks, and the massive influx of hormones and bodily changes dicks caused - turning them from flat-chested sticks into fertility goddess broodmares - bitches were thirsty for being stretched out. They still inevitably spread their thick thighs apart for girl-busting poles and let themselves be indoctrinated.

Applejack's days of casual, meaningless hook-ups and recreational sex - in-between tackling her life's real work as a conqueror and an invader - were truly over. Her brain was already changing its chemistry, each thrust rewiring her previous mild interest in feeling cocks beating on her womb into a deep-seated addiction.

And who did Applejack have to blame, but this little man firmly anchored to the underside of her giant, tanned tits? If not for his chance encounter with Applejack, Bow would have lived a quiet and inconsequential little life. He would have caught the various women of his tribe in compromising positions, humping and rutting thick brown pussies left and right. He would have considered his lot a decent one, if unremarkable.

Now, thanks to the power of her Goddess, that brat clutching to the near-giantess drove into her with unstoppable force, so much stronger than his little body should have been possible of!

But at the same time, the water prevented Bow from going as deep as he wished. Its ebb and flow might be turning the fucking between woman and man time slippery, tingly and electric, but also turning it almost frictionless. He burbled under the water, a cloud of frothing bubbles emerging from his mouth announcing praise that never reached her ears.

It probably wouldn't have been very coherent anyway!

But while it felt so good, Bow needed to be able to drive into Applejack with resounding force. He needed to fuck her on dry land, and seal his cum inside her womb.

On that note, the pool frothed and bubbled with building energy. It was followed by the lusty pair breaking above the surface with a great splash of spray that darkened the murky vista of indigo rocks. Bow's hips exited the pool with a great slurp of water, and the previously-muted smacking sounds of his hard thrusts immediately echoed in Applejack's ears. Free of the weightless soup, his long, well-defined dick tasted her pussy. He pounded very rough and short, barely pulling out before returning the full length of his cock into her tight, wet pussy.

Applejack came down on the smooth stone on the edge of the pool on her back, Bow's body still atop her, his hips practically a blur. Both lovers still glistened from the pool, dropping water from head to toe. Applejack's long blonde curls stretched out along the rocks, while Bow's short black hair was plastered to his face, leaving just his twitching nose and his panting, needy mouth exposed. He looked more like a spoilt child than ever.

At first he made a silly face of shock, like he was genuinely surprised all over again by the sensations of her pussy, but then he realized the cause of the heated, aching sensation in his cock. With the water no longer sluicing their lovemaking, the insides of her pussy were free to suction on him, her adoring folds sticking to his cock and inviting him to release.

That made Bow very happy~ His eyes went from wide and glazed to half-shut and shining with blatant greed. He plastered his hands to her giant tits, fingers sinking into their meaty depths. He roughly claimed her with aggressive male instincts.

Bow’s composure broke, eyes rolled back in his skull as his fat, veined shaft came under an infinite, endless bombardment of greater pleasure than he'd ever felt in his whole life. Sex with Mare didn't even compare to this. Sex with Mare was a drop in the ocean of writhing, mind-melting titillation Applejack flooded his senses with, drowning the horny stud in. The impish man, the wielder of that endowment that could humiliate grown men, couldn't imagine living that life another day. He wouldn't allow it. Sex with Applejack was his life now. Breeding with Applejack was the only thing that mattered.

Bow had never been so incredibly happy to be born a male. As he felt the seed rising up from deep within his frame with all the power of a divine force, his voice came out in a hoarse cry... She could feel his desire to see her belly grow painted on his young face. He wanted everyone to see her burdened with his babies.

Applejack shook her head silently, mouth agape. She wished harder than ever to rebuff him. She knew she was a warrior, a champion fighter unlike any other that served no man. She would break any man who attempted to tame her.

Applejack knew this, and yet, these words failed to reach her tongue. Her body rebelled against her decision. The blonde tried to say it again, or to say anything that might help her avoid her fate of winding up as a fat-bellied mother to children, again and again.

These attempts failed too. Every single one. Too distracted in the midst of her lustful coupling, Applejack failed to see her brand glowing brighter and brighter with her resistance. The very goddess herself exerted pressure on the mortal heroine who had borrowed her power all this time. What had seemed like a stalemate was in actuality a last stand for the flaxen-haired barbarian woman.

With the mind-numbing pleasure assaulting her person, the divine intervention giving her a little push, and perhaps some buried maternal desires of her own, what little mental fortitude remained in Applejack crumbled away.

Soon, her thoughts of resistance flipped. They became imagery of compliance, of breeding this stud and milking him for all the spunk his seed pods could give her. Laying on her back on the cavern floor, legs pinned to her chest in a mating press, Applejack could not distance herself from the fantasies of being fertilized and cradling a large belly. Physical disobedience was beyond her at this point, her body coiling around her comparatively-tiny lover in the hopes of keeping him right where he could do his job best.

Bow buried his face in her chest, finding a thick nipple, chewing the spout of the woman he craved to own in body and soul. He squirmed and wormed against her as her pussy refused to loosen up even a little on him, every thrust demanding she become pregnant. Maybe he would have teased her to submit if he’d had the presence of mind... or the ability to stop thrusting for even a moment in the face of her awesome body.

When Bow’s cute lips began to suckle from one of her teats much like the babies she seemed destined to carry, Applejack's will could withstand the pressure no longer, and bent right there. She gave Bow exactly the reply he wanted, starting off in a quiet whisper -barely audible over their own obscene lovemaking - and getting louder and more passionate the closer she came to climax.

"Y-yeah... I'll... get pregnant. I'll... have your baby! All your babies! I... I need 'em in my belly! M-more! Now! Fill me, Bow!"

Up until the moment of ejaculation, Bow had kept a steady, leaden thrusting going. Solely and doggedly focused on the finish line, pursuing an end to their rutting like a man possessed. Now that it was here, that was all over!

With Applejack's words caressing his ego almost as thoroughly as her warm insides did his bare cock, Bow was spurred to a spectacular finish. He came inside his giant barbarian bitch, laying claim to her womanhood. He owned his amazon inside and out; by the time he had wrung himself out to the last drop, not a single inch of her Goddess-blessed form was left inviolate.

Bow perched himself all the way on top of Applejack's body, cock twisted lewdly downwards. He kissed her all the way through the end of their act... mindless animal sex performed for reproduction.

Bow went wild, scratching at her thick, abundant flesh, hissing Applejack's name over and over. His breathing became ragged as he thrust his dick as deep inside of her as he could.

He couldn't believe her body felt so good. His genuine, unabashed reveling in the pleasure of Applejack’s form was his final clear thought before he came deep inside of her, large cock releasing sperm in thick waves. He fired into her childbearing place again and again.

Bow craved her pregnancy as much as she did now. He kept her forcefully plugged up with his shaft until Applejack's thirsty womb had guzzled all the white fluid down. In the end, it closed up again, sealing his sperm inside... and he felt elated to know not a single drop had leaked out.

Applejack reeled, dropping onto her back as if struck. She felt punch-drunk, dazed and reeling from having her innards turned into such a sludgy soup of cum!

Applejack’s eyes widened, just like her waistline soon would. Bow had done it. He had followed through - with interest! - in his promise to see her bred, and in doing so had given the typically dominating barbarian the shock of her life. From that arm-thick and so disproportionate organ nestled so deeply inside of her came an unbelievable amount of hot, virile spunk... all of it forced into her ripe and vulnerable womb. Although the brand Applejack bore had flashed with Bow's, signaling her inevitable impregnation, she did not need magic to tell that this violation was guaranteed to leave her with a growing burden in the months to come. For with each chugging twitch of her partner's not-so-little cock, another sap-thick burst of swimmers pumped into her, leading to some very observable results.

Before Applejack's very eyes, her normally flat and muscle-defined stomach bloated, swelling like a balloon. The more cum Bow pumped into her, the more her hardened abdominal muscles forcibly stretched over her fattening gut. It was without question that every cranny of Applejack's womb was packed to the brim with the load from her partner, leaving no safe haven for the numerous seed-ready eggs inside.

Bow’s seed overran her eggs immediately, the penetration and infiltration of each one smiting Applejack with a jolt of pleasure so intense she convulsed in climax again and again. She wrapped her powerful limbs around the much smaller man before her, trapping him where he was needed most. Applejack prevented all chance of escaping.

In a sense, this was a mutiny of Applejack's body. It went the extra mile to ensure she was pregnant, redundant as it might be at this stage. The powerful warrior was undeniably made a mother at this very moment along the banks of this secluded spring.

Worse yet, Applejack was made to enjoy the process, for her union with Bow had brought pleasure unlike anything she had known, pleasure that spiked even further when she was finally made a mother.

The sacred core of her womanhood was turned solid white, sloshing and gushing with the will of the Goddess.

Inside Applejack's curvy body, a battle was fought. A tidal wave of sperm rushed head-on at countless incredibly-unprepared eggs... They didn't know the first thing about keeping sperm away, rather those bundles of Applejack's strong genes seemed to wander right into the middle of those naughty shots of spunk, totally unaware of the danger. Unaware her body would be turned into an enslaved baby-chamber, and they would become heavy burdens on her body, swelling her belly, engorging her tits with milk, changing her brain to love babies, to adore babies, to want to care for as many babies as possible...

It was the shortest battle of Applejack's life. All her years challenging the world's most dangerous creatures counted for naught here: no woman's eggs could ever win against the steamy sperm of a virile male. Applejack's whole body jolted with each successive impregnation, every time an egg was lanced through by greedy sperm.

By the time it was finally over, she'd ridden out a dozen or more deep, powerful orgasms... her litter would be truly enormous. Applejack was changed into a breedy broodmare.

Bow groaned on top of her, able to feel each inseminating pulse. His brand on his shoulder flashed with each seeding, the magic stronger with each baby they made.

He felt his desire grow. He wanted to see her rounded already, touch it with his own two hands.

Now that the deed had been done, her towering, curvaceous self felt immense fatigue from the exertion and her paltry resistance... forcing her to lie with the lover and father of her future children.

Bow continued to rub little circles in her distended belly as if willing the life within to grow. Applejack saw lust burning in his eyes, and she knew the Goddess hadn't just instilled him with a pregnancy fetish... He now looked more like the head of a cult of pregnancy. She might just have her work cut out for her protecting other women from the horny beast.

"If you follow this trail, it will take you back to the main path out of the Toxic Jungle. It's long since been abandoned by our tribe for the steepness of the incline, but for one with the strength of the Divine it will be a trifling matter."

Mare thrust an animal-skin satchel into Applejack's chest, and Applejack gasped as her melons flattened against her body. She should have been wracked from head to toe with exhaustion, but instead she tingled, more alive than ever. The lightest graze over her body made her shiver.

The satchel was overflowing with fruit, much like the two women. Where before Mare alone had been carrying Bow's children, now his progeny grew in both heavyset maternal goddesses. It had led to a change of atmosphere, and Mare seemed to look upon Applejack with growing approval. At first she had thought Mare was treating her as an equal, but it was more than that.

With Applejack's binding to Bow, her body had grown larger, more imposing. Bow had changed as well. And Mare watched them change, ascending to something else that she could only vaguely understand. Applejack's body had become something out of myth, a demigod.

And Mare looked upon her with worship.

"Thanks for all your help," Applejack said, before whistling to Bow. He turned towards her, ears perking up, eyes alight. He was already horny again.

Mare knelt before her beloved man, shared one final adult tongue kiss with him, then turned him towards Applejack. She held the Barbarian tightly in her arms, then wiped a stray tear from her eye.

"A safe journey to you, Applejack the Barbarian."

"And friendly tidings to you too."

Applejack and Bow stepped out into the light together, their adventure begun.