Applejack Jungle Adventures

Sunlight. Clean, crisp air. It had been a mere six days since Applejack had first entered the Toxic Jungle, but the toll taken on her body suggested much longer. For her tired muscles, and her exhausted, burning lungs, it felt as if long months had passed in that thick, poisonous canopy.

Such was the way of this dark, dangerous world. Where well-funded exploration teams and clutches of the world’s greatest magicians armed with eldritch knowledge had failed, brute force and pure muscle had succeeded. Once again, it was Amazonian might and steel-hearted bravery that had triumphed, the only human strengths that savage Mother Nature would ever recognize.

She supposed that made her the world’s first outsider to ever venture into the Toxic Jungle and emerge alive... a noteworthy accomplishment to be sure, but to her merely another fireside tale among dozens much more fantastical. She had slain Gods, traversed the gaps between dimensions... what was one little jungle?

Nevertheless, the warrior’s savage burden had been borne to its end. Applejack departed from the jaws of the stygian abyss alive.

Albeit a changed woman.

How much the same could she claim to be? A changed body with unfamiliar tingles and aches a like, a changed mind with equally unfamiliar urges and inhibitions as well. As she bent to the whims of her cruel Goddess, Applejack had become aware of a growing humility in her heart, one that she could not fully claim to be her own: the wild and untamed loner had not only taken a male lover, but now a female one as well...

Applejack couldn’t be sure how much of that decision was her own will. Were her feelings of attraction to that plush and cuddly pinkette her own? Or did that damnable curse controlling her simply see Fluttershy for what many men would have done: a perfect pair of milk-udders to feed Applejack’s divine children, a “marital aid” to make sure Applejack and Bow bred themselves silly. To take an avatar of Mother Nature herself and turn her to wet-nursing; Applejack might feel bad for the girl if she hadn’t chosen this fate herself.

The three travelers crested the top of a tiring hill and paused for a long moment. Seraph was no longer with them, the great ursine having been sent back to inform the tribe of Fluttershy’s departure. The wind whipped about the girl’s scant clothing as they surveyed the countryside.

They found themselves between two worlds: the murky, gray and green Toxic Jungle behind them... and ahead, lush, verdant greenland, emerald forests, sparkling waters. A truly refreshing sight. Keeping one hand coiled in the tresses of Bow’s hair, Fluttershy stretched a dainty arm upwards, pointing towards the horizon. “This way lies a pleasing glade, where we can commune with nature. There is both fresh water and fruit...”

She turned to Applejack, deferring to the older woman’s judgment: “If it pleases you, we could relax and recuperate there.”

"Now you jus' hang on one dang ol' second, little Missy. You're tellin' me there's some kinda waterin' hole just ripe for the plucking right over there? And it's this close to the Toxic Jungle? Well shoot, if that just don't take the dang ol' cake, a-hyuck!"

With thundering footfalls that shook the earth itself, Applejack came to stand beside Fluttershy. Her gaze trailed down the tightly-muscled length of the younger girl's outstretched arm... and then she looked off into the distance, all the way to where Fluttershy was pointing. Applejack stared for some time, hunting the horizon for anything, any form of respite. "Well... Iffin you're not just fibbin', then you bet your oats that sort of comfort would be mighty welcome."

With her ultra-keen eagle eyesight, it only took Applejack a moment to spy the spot Fluttershy was directing her to. Her breath immediately caught in her throat. Her heart leapt in her chest. The view corroborated the pinkette's assertion.

Applejack sagged as the strength in her limbs left her, and it became a struggle to simply stand. The amazonian blonde was scuffed and scratched, and her limbs ached with a good deal of invisible pain wrought from the extent of her exertion. Her enormous breasts heaved with her every ragged inhale, Applejack unable to control even her breathing as she worked to steady herself. In addition to countless new injuries, she had reopened a few old ones as well. Her luscious, goddess-blessed body would see to it that injuries would heal remarkably fast with a bit of food and rest, but until then, she was operating at a fraction of her usual power.

But could she trust Fluttershy to lead her? The path looked dangerous, circling around the side of a huge and jutting rocky outcrop, passing over bogs and a quicksand-laden murk. Applejack would be following the advice of a woman who had just tried to kill her, and she was in no state to take on another opponent of Fluttershy's caliber.

And yet... Even as she doubted, Applejack's body was screaming for rest. Physically and mentally, she was exhausted. She realized how badly she yearned for the simple comforts she had gone without for so long.

Thankfully, Fluttershy seemed no better off, having been dealt the kind of beating to force her to submit.

So she listened to the titty-monster beside her, albeit with caution, and was already plotting a dozen or more quick executions if Fluttershy did turn traitor. Applejack's deep mistrust of others still had a strong hold on her heart, but now it was tempered by something she couldn't readily grasp, a sensation she lacked the words to form.

The warrior's stony heart had moved, but who could say how far?

Satisfied with her surveillance, the mighty warrior allowed herself to relax. Sinewy muscles like those of an ox lost all their tension, and Applejack eased down into a leisurely sit atop a mighty bounder.

Finally, rest.

Applejack gulped, then turned back to the Bandrui. "Alrighty then, li'l missy. Lead the way to that there glade, Fluttershy."

As Applejack watched Fluttershy smiling, steepling her fingers together and beginning to gush her thanks, the Amazon smiled a crooked smile. She watched those broodmare hips turn in a circle towards Bow, speak with him, and then begin swaying downhill...

Yes, what had ultimately pushed Applejack to agree, was the intangible, yet unshakable, feeling deep within, that Fluttershy could prove to be of use, should she allow her to accompany them. Whether this was because of some unseen influence from her goddess-brand, pushing her to be the best broodmother she could be, or because the blonde was acutely aware as to what Fluttershy wanted most, it wasn't clear.

However, as an almost beast-like roar emanating from Applejack's middle could testify, she wasn't exactly in a position to refuse the opportunity to feast for the first time since she had taken down her dauntingly venomous quarry.

Sometime later, the trio (sans bear), arrived in the promised glade. Both of the Demigoddesses set down their weapons and began to explore the sun-kissed sanctuary. Bow followed along behind them, little more than an extra bit of substance to either of the beast-like women's shadows.

Above, a sunshine-strewn canopy where rays of beaming light were free to soak thoroughly into tanned and pale flesh alike. Underfoot lush green grass rose up from fertile soils. And around them, trees that actually looked like trees rose up optimistically towards the sky. Nothing like the misshapen, warped blights upon the land from the Toxic Jungle, they brought peace and tranquility to the trio of onlookers.

Applejack could tell this was a magical place, and likely unseen by outsiders for thousands of years. Just as the Toxic Jungle had given form and purpose to a beautiful girl like Fluttershy, perhaps those malevolent spirits had also seen fit to birth a pleasing haven like this as well...

Most striking of all was the centre of the clearing where tree coverage was least dense. There, as if it were shone from heaven itself, was a great beam of golden light forming a glowing cascade that shot directly towards the earth. At its base lay a great field of pink and yellow flowers, curling upwards towards that lovely sunshine. Fluttershy moved towards it, hesitantly at first, one hand raised. Under her thick, thick tresses of pink hair, those juicy, moist lips parted gently, but formed no words.

For all its splendour, the clearing was quite small. She only had to take a few strides on those long, athletic legs of hers to come "abreast" of the flowers, thrusting those wonderfully full and plump puppies of hers directly into the pool of sunlight. Those big, fat teats swayed up and over the flowers long before the rest of her came into the light, immediately blotting out the sun for dozens of them with nothing more than her lascivious booby-meat.

Unfettered, the battle-hardened Amazon dropped to her knees in their midst, taking great care not to crush them, and gently ran her fingers through the fronds.

"Oh, they're beautiful... To think something like this existed here..." The battle paint across her brow widened with her eyes, a soft blush rising to her pretty features. "I'm so glad we came here, heehee."

It was while she was focussed on that that Bow and Applejack saw the undergrowth were now swarming with animals she'd long since imagined would never survive in this place... rabbits, deer, squirrels... They all watched Fluttershy with interest, but it was only when she raised her hands to them that they gathered around her. "Come here, my little forest friends..."

Now covered in cutesy animals, she looked absolutely delighted with herself... Although she coughed nervously when she realized once again why she had come here with Applejack and Bow. She was to tend to Applejack's needs now as much as Bow's. "Umm... There is a spring near here, Applejack. Why don't we prepare something to eat for Bow, and then us girls... go there alone."

Her eyes dipped for a long moment. They watered slightly as she stared at the largest pair of tits she'd ever seen. Possibly the biggest in the world. She coughed, doing a somewhat admirable job of hiding what should have been obvious lust.

For a woman like Fluttershy, it was nothing unusual for her to be obsessed with big tits. Or rather, to take it even further into a truly deep-seated breast fetishism. She had developed her own set of bra-busting cantaloupes at a very young age and had seen the jealous looks from other women, the lust they inspired in others. She had only grown bigger and bigger over the years, starting out "The Biggest" and growing far, far, far beyond that "meagre" title. She ended with a truly "made for sex" figure beyond men's wildest fantasies.

To that end, being confronted with a bosom that made her feel flat-chested took Fluttershy’s breath away. The buxom cutie’s hands itched to squeeze and grope.

"If you wish, I can tend to your wounds... and umm..." Her voice dropped to a shy whisper: "... A-And bathe you..."

The stretch of land laid out before the bladeswoman’s eyes seemed to defy all reason. Had she passed on to her sacred resting place in the Heavens? Had she, unbeknownst to her, fallen ill to Bow's poison long ago, and passed without realizing? The splendid, verdant beauty of this hallowed ground near brought tears to the Amazon's brooding eyes, and with it a warmth and comfort that would have been unnaturally strong anywhere else, let alone on the outskirts of the Toxic Jungle. Everything here was far more clear, more alive. It was a stark contrast to the dead, muted hues of that dangerous land... now, such vistas seemed little more than a mockery of the true beauty laid out before them.

Even Applejack's breathing was far easier. Only the purest of air entered her lungs now, repairing her tired body, renewing her strength. Truly, Fluttershy had found a miniature paradise here in the wilds. It was much easier to believe the pink-haired huntress had been sincere in her surrender, and her pledge to reform.

But why was Fluttershy staring at her so intently? Did she think Applejack would not notice her constantly looking, darting furtive glances in the great blonde's direction? It was pure foolishness! Perhaps Fluttershy's isolation had kept her from knowing the simple truths of this world... but one all heroes and heroines alike were aware of was the edge that all hunters constantly lived on. In the countless stygian hellscapes of this dark, animalistic world, few adventurers survived long; those that did manage it did so by honing their senses to an almost preternatural level.

Knowing when she was under scrutiny now came naturally to Applejack. It was a sensation that had plagued her during her time over the volcano's fires. A constant, overwhelming feeling that she was being studied by another...

Maybe if it were anyone else, the naked lust in Fluttershy's hungry eyes would have been obvious to them. But the battle was still fresh in Applejack's mind, and she had convinced herself that the busty bitch was still just biding her time. Were those small, adorable woodland creatures actually deadly allies poised to swarm at Fluttershy's command? It would make for a truly diabolical attack, one to thoroughly disturb the towering blonde in ways assaults from trained warriors could not.

Even the invitation to follow her -alone- could be a potential threat. An attempt to do away with Applejack quietly.

Applejack threw down her axe. A simple gesture, to hide her acute awareness of Fluttershy's plans from her.

"...Bathe? Very well, I could use a bath, and washing has become that much more difficult with these damn things growing bigger each day..."

In the end, she was more surprised than anyone when the pair arrived at a cool, inviting and refreshing spring. Truly, it threw Applejack's war-torn imagination all the way back to the freshwater springs of her homeland!

So it truly was just bathing, then? That longing gaze in her eyes burned too intensely for Applejack to be at ease, but there was only one way to know for sure. If Fluttershy wished to attack her, then it would come eventually, whether sooner or later.

So she agreed, by slowly unveiling those very same melons that had her counterpart in curvaceousness so transfixed...

The women's dark, tanned and colossal forms - each a Callipygian work of art in its own smoothness and fullness - sank inch by inch into the warm, soothing spring waters. Naked as the day they were born, they were free to enjoy this private moment in nature.

Applejack's feet touched down on the soil underfoot first. Her toes intermingled with the reeds and vines crisscrossing the pool's floor. Schools of small fish barely larger than a fingernail scattered in her wake. A sigh that had been buried deep in her chest finally made itself heard.

The blonde-azon had just barely gotten comfortable when Fluttershy, squealing, collapsed onto her from behind. Previously so surefooted, Fluttershy must surely be a little too relaxed now. There was no other explanation for the way she so carelessly tripped on a rock and barreled forwards, splashing into Applejack from behind.

If Applejack had suspected an attack, this must be it, poor as it might be... although if Fluttershy planned to smother her, she was off to a good start. Both Applejack's upper _and_ lower back were suddenly swallowed up by warm, decadent breasts, each as soft as jello.

Those big, natural tits smacked into Applejack with a resounding squish that sent them vibrating off in all directions, bouncing back against Fluttershy's chest, slapping both girl's arms, squeezing into every gap that presented itself... before ending up smothering the dark-skinned Amazon all the way from her shoulder blades to the small of her back. There was enough breast back there to feed an entire nursery... or one thirsty giantess.

"Aaaa~!" Fluttershy cried out in her sweet voice. But when she brought those sweet lips back together, the shaman still firmly pressed herself against Applejack from behind. She made no effort to move away.

"Mmm... I... I slipped. Heehee~"

And then, without any warning, she was pressing her face into Applejack's nape, inhaling the other woman's scent. "Nnnh... So powerful... What a masculine aroma you have..."

When Applejack felt the sensation of something impacting her broad back, she reflexively tensed up. She believed the attack she had been waiting for had finally come. When it became clear that she wasn't the target of a sneak attack, the blonde barbarian relaxed all over again, returning the muscles she had forced outward with her flexing back in the depths of her deceptively-luscious figure. She allowed herself to be swallowed up by warm softness once again.

"You're sayin' that even after I already done told you I'm with child? Mm... Sounds like I ain't changed as much as I was fearin, then," Applejack murmured idly. Sure enough, Fluttershy was pushing into the sort of physique that could rip whole trees out of the ground. Applejack's muscles struck a stark contrast to the eternally-luscious pinkette mewling with delight behind her.

Her body might have become far, far curvier in a short amount of time thanks to the goddess's brand, and her subsequent fertilization, but Applejack was glad to see she could still summon great power, despite the life that now grew within her.

And now it might be time to turn that power onto Fluttershy. More and more, the wandering barbarian's thoughts turned toward the big, soft breasts flirtatiously squeezed against her, so large they engulfed even her muscular back... and even overwhelmed the Amazon's steel-corded arms. Applejack found them difficult to ignore - bested as they were only by her own chest, perhaps Mare's.

But their softness was unclassed. Applejack recalled the silk and satin pillows noblewomen laid their heads upon - the outlandish udders behind her splayed out around the shape of her body, as if trying to slowly suck it in. The sensation was dreamy, and she was reluctant to even turn back to look at the jungle girl who could practically hide behind her own tits.

"But I gotta wonder, little missy... You got that bosom damn near put to rights on me... You plannin' on washin' my back with those, or somesuch?"

"I am... Allow me, Applejack..." the pouty, oversized pair of lips tucked under all that pink hair softly whispered. They were as squishy and soft as ever, seemingly made solely to be kissed.

The ultimate breeding sow fully revealed herself to Applejack, casting aside her previous guise: that of the ultimate deadly warrior. Fluttershy now eagerly served the one who had defeated her so soundly. As if she were the snow drifts of the Northern Wastes themselves, Fluttershy's water-dripping teats engulfed Applejack's back, rubbing gently up and down, sweeping torrents of soothing water along the massively-muscular warrior woman's spine.

On the first sweep over, the water barely reached Applejack's upper-back muscles. But as Fluttershy more insistently began to work her breasts against the Amazonian woman's body, more and more of her came to be cleansed of the Jungle's mire. It was a world-class service, to be enjoyed only by her.

"In truth, this powerful body of yours excites me terribly... I have never been bested in combat before... And those that came close were all powerful practitioners of magic, and in fighting they caused untold devastation to the jungle itself... Conjuring creatures that trampled the trees, blazing flaming trails through the undergrowth... Horrible fiends, all of them!"

She smooshed herself against Applejack one final time. "But you... You were magnificent... All the might and magic of the Toxic Jungle were battered aside by nothing more than... than these muscles... Oh my, I'm all tingly just looking at them~ Do they, mm, do they love as fiercely as they hate~?" She giggled, a musical little purr that made Applejack's hands ache to grab her.

"Well... Turn around and I'll continue washing you, you rugged powerhouse~ ♥"

Such a cute turn of phrase! So totally at odds with her ladylike, soft-voiced demeanor. Applejack knew thinking back to this five-star love doll treatment in future would warm her heart on any future lonely nights.

"Mm... You ain't the only one appreciatin' these muscles, girly. This body of mine has the strength to move any obstacle... the might to smite any foe."

Applejack flexed her enormous biceps, cordially putting on a show for the plump muscle-junkie behind her. "But I gotta wonder... Will it all eventually be taken from me? I've already started on my journey towards bein' a fine ol' lady with a pack of kids of her own. Only took a few days to get these... enormous mounds of meat. Is the rest of my figure... hah... gonna get bit by the same bug?" Applejack asked. Even as she voiced the question, AJ knew Fluttershy lacked the answers... she simply voiced the deep-seated concerns she had been musing over these last few days.

Nevertheless, Applejack pivoted her immense self around just as Fluttershy had requested. With the Goddess's brand exerting more power on her body than ever before, the brawny blonde had no choice but to hoist her incredible breasts - now the greatest concentration of luscious jiggle and plush fat on her entire body - towards Fluttershy, displacing tens of litres of the lake's water in doing so. "What do you think, Fluttershy? Will you still praise me, once my middle begins to grow round and smooth?"

"I reckon these things are a sign of what's to come... I've always been on the busty side of tha' spectrum, beforehand... To the point where you can notice 'em from miles away... But I ain't never encountered anything so cumbersome like these." With those words, it was as if a spell had been cast on Fluttershy. The topic that was simply too large to ignore a moment longer had been broached, and now those bright blue eyes in Fluttershy's head shone as she stared directly at the Amazon's chest.

"Oh my, yes," Fluttershy agreed. "I can already tell you'll have to a-adapt your fighting style around them... Certainly none of the knights entering my land ever had ones these big...”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Oh, maybe they ended up in other lines of work!”

Fluttershy had a point. And not just about Applejack's choice of profession: but she quietly shelved that comment away with a reminder to punish the flower power bimbo for it later on.

What Fluttershy had a point about was Applejack's need to adapt to her new figure. Even if she bound her breasts in her tightest clothes, those supple, fleshy tits yearned to be free, and undulated perversely with the smallest amount of physical activity. Many a time had the mighty barbarian laid hands on a demon-cursed blade or hurled earth-scorching explosive runes... But none of those armaments had ever even come near as close to leaving her bereft of consciousness than the accidental swinging of those two bubbly, bouncing boulders. Shirts, chain, plate-mails... all would be busted, creaking, shattering, tearing and exploding off.

Once Applejack finished turning around, those very same super-prominent knockers were now mashed up against Fluttershy's own unreal pair. This was more or less an inevitability, given how immense both were: Applejack would have had to carry on a face-to-face conversation from several steps back otherwise.

So it was that they came to a collision of two very different skin tones... one which starkly reminded the Barbarian that amidst her woes there also lay sizable boons. With the development of a divinely-empowered bust came a supernatural level of sensation hitherto undreamt of... and now it sparked pleasure that made her mewl in appreciation, much like the great yowling beasts that stalked the savannahs... and their adorably whiskered brethren.

So as much as Applejack would have liked to further wallow in pissing and moaning, she was grudgingly forced to admit... this felt pretty fucking fantastic. She reminded herself that one who had fully submitted to her will was now bathing her. So she would accept it, and see that it was finished...

And just as she thought so, Applejack was provided with another reason, by cheeky, daring Fluttershy, to doubt her fortune. Applejack was roused from her thoughts by the sound of Fluttershy continuing to pitter-patter in her ears: "Yes, these lovely big breasts must be protected..." insisted that plump little pervert, as she kneaded and squeezed. "It just wouldn't do to have these hurt or bruised..."

Applejack was just about to nod sagely, impressed with Fluttershy's concern for her, when the pinkette plowed on: "... Not when they bring Master Bow so much joy... so much happiness. The glow in his eyes when he looks at you... ooh! It makes me shudder! I can see the sweetheart get a little more excited every time these udders come to dominate a little more of your frame! Grow more, you wonderful big boobs! Larger and larger!"

Truly, the words spilling out from under that rich head of pink hair, falling from those ruby-red lips, were the sort of insanity most-often brought on by sunstroke or an affliction of demons. Fluttershy had been driven mad... but by no ailment other than the bouncing buxom bosom of the one before her. Like the great sandstone formations lurking in the Western Empire's harsh, sandy-brown deserts, the twin peaks of Applejack's bosom called to Fluttershy, making her drool flow freely, driving the bimbo to touch, grope and taste. That great vista was not just exposed, but presented, and Fluttershy squeezed and groped to her heart's content.

Truly, Applejack felt as if a plaything for the damnable pervert girl. With the way Fluttershy palmed nipples larger than her entire hands, or snapped her pouty lips together around their tips and tugged them inch after inch up and away from their floppy foundations, it seemed that she had developed an obsession with large, milk-fountaining teats on level with a newborn baby. On the occasions where Applejack freely oozed milk for her, the perverted bandrui quickly swallowed, working her throat energetically where another woman would have pulled away, or even outright gagged from the shock of the release.

The 180 of her personality came completely to pass. Where the woman had once attempted to spear Applejack with bone-stiff spears of wood, or choke the life from her buxom body with steel-strong cables of vine, now she was face-first in soft, squishy boobs. Closed eyes, and with a smile of purest contentment upon her face. "Mmmm... Mmm... Soft... So soft..."

Fluttershy fully encircled her head with Applejack's divinely-empowered teats. She wrapped her arms fully around them, squeezing the melons together about her pretty little head as if seeking suffocation. But she chirped enthusiastically from within their depths. Her lips continued to suck and smooch. Her foolish, improper, wrong... and thoroughly intoxicating!... actions saw her wrapping her fat lips around a nipple.

When the bubbly girl surfaced, she was hyperventilating, her giant chest rising and falling... and lifting Applejack's own rack with each breath she took. "Hnnh... N-Now then... He will expect us to lay with him together, don't you agree? We should... practise that sort of thing as well... Sharing him... Don't you agree?"

"Share? Your dang head must be full'a hayseeds if you think a warrior like me is gonna start sharing! I jus'... hah... take!"

But as soon as the words left Applejack's mouth, she seemed to earnestly be set on betraying them. The fingertips of that svelte love goddess, her coercive lips, might just be enough to weaken even this warrior of legend's resolve. Fluttershy's hot mouth sucked out all resistance in her targets.

"Though... I suppose I could grant you that much... ooh... But only outta respect, from our battle and such-like! Nothing more! So don't go gettin' cocky, now!" Applejack declared in a breathy gasp. Her attempts to remain ever-stoic faltered in the face of Fluttershy's seductive onslaught. Once again the blondeazon found herself revising her impressions of Fluttershy: from mighty foe, to strange, peculiar woman... and now in this moment of privacy, an absolutely-depraved pervert! It didn't matter that they were both female, the pink-haired amazon had as much an eye for her Goddess-expanded chest as any red-blooded man might, and made absolutely no attempt to disguise her desire to see her head-sized bosom grow even larger!

Applejack shivered from the sensation of Fluttershy's fingers digging deep into the enveloping expanse of her oversized chest, as she realized just how outrageous the babe before her really was. Even being able to physically tower over Fluttershy didn't seem to help, not when that just made it easier for her partner to completely bury her face between those mounds. Much to the pinkette's delight.

Things only got worse once Fluttershy drew small streams of milk from Applejack.

It must have been only yesterday that the Amazon had realized her powerful and potent body would be turned to childrearing soon... and yet she was clearly rising to the occasion ahead of schedule. The twin fountains of purest white blasting from her udders caught her completely off guard.

It took all of Applejack's battle-hardened will, a will forged through one herculean feat after the next, to remain standing on her feet, and not crumple from the shock. But while she had succeeded in remaining upright, she could not disguise the pleasure she felt, which now ran counter to her supposedly stern words. Her lips quivered, and her knees turned inward to wantonly and slowly rub her thighs together... right there in the spring...

Fluttershy stood in awe of Applejack's fat teats blasting their twin streams of milk. A lovey-dovey light rose in her eyes, alongside a powerful urge to suckle... her mouth watered as she reverted to an almost child-like state in the presence of such maternal might.

"Sho... amazshing..." she burbled, looking up at Applejack with spellbound eyes. That head of pink fluttered once again, and she dove forwards, fastening her thick bimbo lips directly to a teat. With all the power of a farmer determinedly milking his prize-winning cow, Fluttershy took deep and indecent sucks over and over... bringing about a memorable tightness in Applejack's chest. Her breasts, already swollen past the size of any man's wildest dreams, now seemed to swell larger as countless bundles of heroic adipose tissue answered the call to arms, brazenly rushing forwards to produce the milk they had been born to create.

The effect was akin to a waterfall, a constant stream that blasted into Fluttershy's mouth, leaving her struck dumb... Applejack was the one being sucked on so hard her chest ached, yet dear, dim Fluttershy was the one with glassy eyes and a dim look on her face. She wrapped her arms around Applejack's broad back as far as she could go, doing her best impression of a crushing bear-hug she could, and sucked herself silly...

Applejack's breasts tingled in response to the emptiness of the Druid's stomach, and they continued to pour constant streams of milk down that hungry bimbo's gullet. Fluttershy seemed to only be getting warmed up! "Mmm! Mmmmm! Sho tashty! Milk! Thish is sho good!"

Applejack's teat had been sucked so hard it had been pulled up from her chest entirely. Her raw chest muscles were exposed as her tit was heaved into the space between the two women, dragged up and away by Fluttershy's perverted sucking. She did the same to the other breast right afterwards, then finally let both breasts bounce back against Applejack's chest with loud slaps.

Fluttershy wiped her lips, smearing the milk further across her face... and regarded the destruction she had levied against Applejack's chest. There were still roughly as big despite her gut being swollen to the brim with milk... another blessing Applejack would doubtless have to thank the Goddess for... and due to the pleasure Applejack also found herself delirious, on the verge of orgasm from start to finish.

And that mischievous little brat was in full milkmaid mode... she didn't regret her wicked, childish actions one bit. She giggled impishly and continued to tongue up the milk splashed across her face and lips. "Mm-hm-hm-hm... I've... never gone this far with another girl before... This is... so wonderful..."

Applejack found it immensely disturbing that she could be so easily subdued. With just some firm suckling of the two, enormous, wobbling weak points that had blossomed on her chest, she was fully at Fluttershy's mercy. As a warrior, she had grown used to shrugging off blows that could kill a man, and yet this depraved woman had her trembling where she stood. And all just by siphoning the staggering amount of milk Applejack had produced in a relatively short amount of time.

Worse yet, it seemed as if the goddess was condemning Applejack to life as a prize-winning Holstein. Not even the amount of cream Fluttershy had gulped managed to shrink her breasts by any noticeable degree. By the way they tingled and sloshed from within, the blonde barbarian suspected the opposite had actually occurred. By finding a willing partner to nourish, they rose to meet demands by producing even more in the future. That was another reason why Applejack shuddered, as she imagined that all her tops would start to sport growing, damp spots if she so much as jumped too high. Her stomach had yet to even really round out with the child she was certain she carried, yet her growth had already passed so far beyond her control.

Applejack was startled from her thoughts as the nearby bushes rustled with faint movements. It might just be the case that the girls had a silent spectator to their naughty playtime together.

It didn’t escape Applejack’s attention one bit. Even as the rest of her body seemed bent on becoming soft and comforting, her battle-honed senses had remained sharp. Years of combat and fending off ambushes had taught the warrior that something larger than Fluttershy's small animals lurked nearby, and that it was moving toward the two in the bath. Unarmed and unprepared, irresistibly-luscious body still partially entwined with Fluttershy's, Applejack was nearly-defenseless. So she snapped out of her lusty haze, and scooped up a pebble from the base of the spring.

Tossing it towards the rustling foliage that had caught her attention, she made a bold declaration of challenge towards the intruder, refusing to stand down even as she was at a significant disadvantage... "Who's there!? You bes' be showin' yourself, or the next one'll be ten times bigger!"

But there was only one other it could be. In this place sacred to nature, no enemies or transgressors would bother the curvaceous pair of maidens... Their rampant fertility and prominent curves both came to be viewed by only one pair of lusty, masculine eyes... viewed, admired and ultimately expanded further.

With a cracking of twigs and a rustling of brush, Bow crept from the undergrowth, emerging into the light.

Pitter-patter. Bow tread softly, footfalls muffled further by the rain-slick grasses underfoot. The sunlight played gently across Bow's rigid, muscular body as he came and stood quietly by the edge of the pool.

Slosh slosh. In contrast, the two great women disturbed the water greatly with their passage, waters parting about their sumptuous forms. Like two tremendous vessels, they forded a path, coming to stand before him.

It was a testament to the pair's respective heights that even waist-deep in the water Bow stood outside of, the women were both almost eye-level with him.

When those tremendous beauties waded slowly through the water towards Bow, he gulped. He looked out across the vista of womanhood before him, and for the first time he seemed to truly grasp his situation. Their bodies, overdeveloped to the point of cartoons, were now both fully naked before him.

Among the greatest temples of their world, none had statues more carefully or intricately carved than those dedicated to the Goddess, figures designed to represent the holy form itself in all its splendour. Rather than expressing the traditional shape of a woman, those statues surpassed reality, portraying women with assets undreamt of. Mountainous breasts that hung past the navel, dispensing waterfalls of sweet mother's milk... Lower bodies that bulged out into sheer ridiculousness, with thighs as wide as other women's hips... and creamy, shapely buttocks to match.

These two surpassed all the representations of those statues. Maybe once they had matched them ounce for ounce, curve for curve, but now those graven images would have to be replaced... reality had outstripped them. And the reality was Bow's to enjoy, and his alone. He would sink himself balls-deep into female perfection, pawing and snatching at Heaven itself.

Was he even the same species as these Goddesses? How could he be? Alone, either of these women possessed a figure that defied all sense and reason, developed far beyond the bounds of what should be capable. While their bodies had been swollen to hyper-sexuality by two different, respective forms of magic, he had remained an almost unchanged human... a pretty man totally different from them.

Hips large enough that Bow couldn't fully encircle even a third of their circumference with his hands... Breasts like fat milk tanks, creating cleavages even while bare-chested... and capped by four nipples that were more rose-red than pink, looking constantly engorged, stiff and throbbing with need. And faces that effortlessly charmed him and drew him in, even the most innocent look from either girl coming to be perverse and sultry when set alongside those productive, bountiful bodies.

Fluttershy’s eyes were naturally drawn to the hulking male member between Bow's legs. She half-purred and half-chuckled when she saw he stood more than erect for both of them. Staring at the jumping, twitching bulge in his loincloth made her a horny, dogged sow. Her womb ached and her brain expunged all thoughts not pertaining to childbirth. Without any conscious thought from the woman, she hooded her eyes and began to pant like a mutt.

"L-Look, Applejack...Bow caught his bitches playing together... about to mount each other like animals... Mmn. He must be here to discipline us, heehee~"

Bow gulped again. His whole throat shifted up and down as the trembling man fought something like nausea. He stumbled towards the women, arms raised, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore. It was as if the Goddess herself had possessed him, but the truth was far simpler. His mind succumbed to their flesh, and he needed to be amongst these two superhuman beauties. "G-Guh..."

Fluttershy stretched her arms out towards him... but Applejack was closer.

Judging by the look on her face, this close proximity left her displeased. Her eyes darted nervously, her upper lip quivered. "Discipline us? We... Listen, missy, we women-folk should be teachin' that brat a lesson for spying on us... and just what do you mean by "his"?"

Applejack retorted quickly, asserting the dominance she was known for. But she clearly had some trouble getting it out... she squirmed under Bow's gaze. Fueled by the divine mandate that bound the two of them together, the powerful barbarian could feel the small man’s lust as he moved closer, and she trembled. She knew he hoped to further acquaint himself with her -and Fluttershy's- incredible sexuality.

With that in mind, Applejack's attempt at standing her ground and turning the tables proved half hearted at best... after all, she wanted to be bred just as much as the whorish pinkette standing beside her. Any attempt to remain clear-headed had long since been thwarted by Fluttershy's wanton admiration of her body. Now her arousal, already stoked beyond belief, was at fever pitch. Even the icy waters of the Northlands couldn't keep the warmth building up within her at bay, now that Bow approached her, just as naked as the two of them. His manhood, outrageously large, stood tall like a mast, albeit one angrily throbbing at the sight of their incredible, womanly fertility.

Contrary to Fluttershy, Applejack donned a determined look as Bow closed in on them both. But just like the shameless girl, she was struck with a blossoming desire to put her unnatural fertility to good use.

As such, when Bow finally drifted into the water, and Applejack's reach, she quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The difference in their respective heights was immediately apparent. With such profoundly enormous breasts, she would have had to crane her neck, or reserve a hand to mash them down, just to see his face. And doing no such thing, she relied on what little she could see, as well as the feeling of Bow in her hands... most of all, that hot shaft prodding her inner thigh. From Bow's perspective, he only saw the top of her golden-haired head cresting those twin peaks wobbling above him, but that suited the warrior just fine. While she desperately tried to sound in charge, one look upon her flushed cheeks and anxiously quivering lips would have betrayed the truth in an instant...

"Aah... As I was saying... You need to be punished, for... being so shameless! S-shameless and naughty! Punished... severely! By the both of us!"

Slowly and steadily, clearly seeing little need to rush here in peaceful nature, the brat interposed himself between two Goddesses made flesh, women nothing short of curve-titans.

And the member swinging between his legs was the key to both their locks. Bow's long, fat cock looked as if it had emerged straight from the perverted pair's imaginations, a dark, thick male member mapped with alluring veins... so mouthwateringly juicy as to be unreal. It was all their slavering lusts made flesh, a member ordained by Gods to slide in and out of their pussies, to breed and reproduce with the female breeding machines.

The difference between these three and others was like night and day. They were superhuman. Bodies like theirs existed outside of the natural order... both girls towered over men and women alike, hard muscle heaped on soft, squishy fat, heaped on hard muscle again... everywhere excess flesh could be packed it had been, and they had become bigger, bigger, bigger. In this damnable, savage world, characterized by droughts, famines, hunger... and dogged, deadly battles just to survive day-to-day life, these women had flourished tremendously, extremophiles that only got bigger and fuller.

Any now they were reproducing, the world would be forever changed. From their loins would spring forth an army that would change the world... Their tribe would make 100 for every one made by their rivals. Humankind, previously a niche force in this world eking out an existence that could be wiped out by any catastrophic event, would now spread across the globe, stronger and more alive than ever before. And Applejack and Fluttershy's wombs were the vessels through which these great changes would be enacted.

Fluttershy purred in delight as Bow rubbed both their bellies, and sandwiched his face deep between four voluminous breasts, two tan, two pale, all for him. "Ooh, yes, you're right, of course, Applejack... He should be punished... and then punished some more~!"

She smiled warmly at Applejack and took a step close to the mammazon, submerging Bow in the depths of their chests. He squirmed as his head, previously lightly pressured, was now engulfed... Fluttershy and Applejack's breasts swept over his features, turning nose, lips and chin into nothing more than light depressions in endless expanses of breasts... Like a minor molehill on the wide expanse of a gladiatorial circus. Fluttershy pushed harder, smiling tremendously brightly as she suffocated the poor man... only to finally let him up for air some thirty-odd seconds later.

"Our bodies are almost as suited to tormenting him as they are to making him shoot out his seed... How should we begin, mm~?"