You cry out in exticy, loving your new city, but it wasn't enough. Willing your very being to grow, you exeed the limits of earth as you now stand only slightly taller then the whole sphere. Willing you self to sit on vacuum alone you sentualy plop down and spread eagle, the willed your pussy to enlarge and engolf the earth. It passes into your womb as your belly expands, completing the image of fertility that was your essence as the earth merges with your pocket dimension, growing eternally larger in your womb. The world shifted, as humanity dissapered as every person became a futa.
A male news anchor and his young female co anchor are talking about a study out on sexual deviance. Suddenly, the room shifts as the desk becomes a stripper stage, a poll in the middle with a neon sign at the top that says "local futa news." The now equall in age futa anchors are dancing around said pull and fucking at the same time, the once female now a neon red futa pounding the once male now neon blue slut, babies flying out behind her as she whorishly moans out a report about a study detailing how fucking your family members would build stronger relationships. A farmer is on his tracker in the corn feilds, corn stocks piles on a hiched truck bed behind it. In a flash, the feilds change as grass becomes neon blue, the sky becomes a neon sea of pinks, teal and blues with the clouds flashing neon lights, like a grand cosmic stripper club sound stage with the sun Turing into a technicolor stage light. The now futa farmer sat hunched over, ass in the air as her tits and cock where hooked up to plastic milkers to draw out her cream, which acted as the new neon rides fuel source. The crop was no longer corn, but a strange veggie call "dick on a cob" that could impregnate a futa, which was evident as the tractor now had a feeding tube for the crop to be funneled into the futas pussy, the now much large truck bed used to catch the mountain of babies shooting out of her. She continued on in what now looked like and endless field, a vapid look of frenzied joy as she moan with a primal lust. A concert hall was filled with an assortment of elites watching an orchestra play through a redition of beethovan's works. In a flash, the concert hall becomes an giant ornate, stadium sized strip club, the preformers a large group of stripper DJ futas playing an assortment of eroticly themed electric instruments on assorted stripper poles, as they danced/fucked/birthed in neon clothing. Their audience a neon futa rave, the only thing visible from afar being their tiny neon clothing and neon colored features as they happily raved and fucked one another. The Vatican was in the middle of a televised mass as the pope himself addressed the congrigation. In a blink, the building became one of most ornate strip clubs in the world, with angelic pictures and statues of slutty futas knocking each other up. Central support beams doubled as massive stripper poles as the mass of futa cardinals fucked and danced for the whole world. The now futa pope, bathed in neon white with her robes no tiny scrative straps barley covering her tanned skin as the milk chains gushing from her tits and cock held a more tassel design as it tied/pierced her vagina and held it open. Behind her was a stripper stage pulpit, and flashing from the stroblights was a giant golden stature to your perfect form, depicting you cradling the earth in your womb. The cock of the statue acted as the futa popes own stripper pole, as she danced around, proclaiming the divinity of you sluttiness, your sexiness, and your fertility. Her empassioned sermon of being filled with your love touches you, and you anwser by willing every slut in the mass to give birth. The congrigation begins to give birth each by dozens a second as moaning, sex filled praises to you cry out. The futa pope coninues to dance even as she gives birth faster than 3 futas combined, tounge lapping out as she leads a lustful prayer unto you.
The world shifts into a sputter forth as the sky is one giant strip club light show, the ocean waters transifure into your divine milk jiz as once fishers are fucked from the futa fish the bring up now To milk. Mountains shift into lustful curves and natural depicts of sex as plants change, fruits looking like colored lips and tips, still looking enough like a fruit to not seem canibalistic but with distinctive shape of sexual organs. Death dissapears, as predictors are now futa being fucked by their prey, all life is simply making life in the endless expanse of your fertile womb. Even multicellulaYou cry out in exticy, loving your new city, but it wasn't enough. Willing your very being to grow, you exeed the limits of earth as you now stand only slightly taller then the whole sphere. Willing you self it sit on vacuum alone you sentual plop down and spread eagle, the willed your pussy to enlarge and engolf the earth. In pass into your womb as your belly exand, completing the image of the fertility that was your essence as the earth merges with your pocket dimension, going eternally larger in your womb. The world shifted, as humanity dissapered as every person became a futa.
A male news anchor and his young female co anchor are talking about a study out on sexual deviance. Suddenly, the room shifts as the desk becomes a stripper stage, a poll in the middle with a neon sign at the top that says "local futa news." The now equally aged futa anchors are dancing around said pull and fucking at the same time, the once female no a neon red futa pounding the once male now neon blue slut, babies flying out behind her as she whorishly moans out a report about a study detaing how fucking your family members would build stronger relationships. A farmer is on his tracker in the corn feilds, corn stocks pills on a hiched truck bed behind it. In a flash, the feilds change as grass becomes neon blue, the sky becomes a neon sea of pinks, teal and blues with the clouds flashing neon lights, like a grand cosmic stripper club sound stage with the sun Turing into a technicolor stage light. The now futa farmer sat hunched over, ass in the air as her tits and cock where hooked up to plastic milkers to draw out her cream, whi,h acted as the new neon rides fuel source. The crop was no longer corn, but a strange veggie call "dick on a cob" that could impregnate a futa, which was evident as the tractor now had a feeding tube for the crop to be funneled into the futas pussy, the now much large truck bed used to catch the mountain of babies shooting out of her. She continued on in what now looked like and endless field, a vapid look of frenzied joy as she moan with a primal lust. A concert hall was filled with an assortment of elites watching an orchestra play through a reditionmof beethovan's works. In a flash, the concert hall becomes an giant ornate, stadium sized strip club, the preformers a large group of stripper DJ futas playing an assortment of eroticly themed electric instruments on assorted stripper poles, as the danced/fucked/birthed in neon clothing. Their audience a neon futa rave, the only thing visible from a fare being their tiny neon clothing and neon colored features as they happily raved and fucked one another. The Vatican was in the middle of a televised mass as the pope himself addressed the congrigation. In a blink, the building became one of most ornate strip clubs in the world, with angelic pictures and statues of slutty futas knocking each other up. Central support beams doubled as massive stripper poles as the mass of futa cardinals fucked and danced for the whole world. The now central futa pop in, bathed in neon white with her robes no tiny scrative straps barley covering her tanned skin as the milk chains gushing from her held a more tassel design as it tied/pierced her vaginal and held it open. Behind er her stripper stage pulpit, flashing from the stroblights was a giant golden stature to your perfect form, depicting you cradling the earth in your womb. The cock of the statue acted as the futa popes own stripper pole, the slut dancing as she gave an loving sermon on the divinity of your sluttiness, your sexiness, and your fertility. Her impassioned word touch you, as you bless each member of the congrigation to give birth, their lust filled praises fill the air. The futa.pope l, with babies flowing out of her 3 times faster than normal futas leads a ming prayer in thanks, her eyes rolled back, tounge rolled out with the sluttist grin on her face.
The world shifts as the all the sky looks like a strip club light show, plants become neon colored as the tepography shifts into depictions of sex. Hunters chasing deer in the woods become futas being pounder anthro deer, and ocean water Chang into your milky jiz, fisherman being fucked by the anthro futas that they now catch to milk. Even microscopic life changes, growing into neon futa slime girls as pollution dissapears. Governments cease hostilites, as the now sluts that run them became more intrested in fucking one another than fighting, areas of culture and history change. Japanese castles become gyaru gashia brothels just as European castles become opulat stripper bars. Monuments change as, the great Wall of China becomes the great stripper poles of china, the great pyramids become breast shapped, as mount Rushmore has the full body picture of the president's, one as futas being railed by native amarican futas.
Humanity and earth died as your futa paradise took its place, filled with the changed humanity and the futas you give birth, that appearon the eterly vast world naturally. You look out into the cosmos as you feel the world within you, cooing as you rub two of your left hands across your belly, think about what to do now.