Laura and Clara continued their sexual escapades, completely oblivious to the fact that their actions over the past few minutes had transformed most of their neighborhood. Of course neither of the sexed-up women were going to stop any time soon and so the remote simply kept activating, randomizing and enhancing people while simultaneously rewriting reality to match their new forms. One of Clara's thrusts managed to push Laura into the range slider, expanding the range for target selection beyond the neighborhood to encompass the nearby city as well as the more rural countryside.
One group of people inside the new target radius were the residents of the Morrison farm. This was a small, family owned farm out in the countryside that made it’s money mostly from selling it’s produce at the local farmer’s market. Everyone was currently spread out across the farmland as they did their afternoon chores, all of them looking forward to dinner.
Fredrick Morrison was out in the fields. The crops planted there wouldn't be ready for harvest for another few weeks, but they still needed to be weeded and watered. Fredrick was whistling a jaunty tune as he tugged out weeds, hard but rewarding work in his opinion. Once the weeding was done he picked up the watering can and, after taking a test of the soil through her roots, began to slowly pour water over the soil.
“Hopefully we get some rain soon, the sun is nice and all but if this weather continues much longer im gonna start to shrivel up.” Fran turned the watering can on herself for a moment, the water wetting both her huge, green-skinned breasts as well as the petals of the massive, dark-orange flower that her hips emerged from. She then passed the can over to one of her vines, the longer appendage able to reach some of the farther off crops that the stationary alarune’s arms can’t reach.
Jamie Morrison was getting sweaty in the summer heat. The young woman had gone off to collage a few years back but was visiting home during the summer break. While her parents had insisted that she not need to work during her vacation, she was a farmgirl at heart and insisted on doing at least some of the easier chores. Thus she was heading off to feed the chickens, two buckets of feed in the pincers of her scorpion-taur lower body’s claws as she skittered over to the coop. As she walked, the erect dick nipples of her six breasts dripped precum onto the grass.
“Hopefully I can take a moment to masturbate before dinner’s ready…”
R.J. was a farmhand that the Morrisons had hired back when their daughter had gone to collage, needing someone to assist the mostly immobile alarune with non-crop related chores. The tall man was currently hauling a wheelbarrow of feed over to the barn so that the cows would have their dinner as well. As she pushed through the door however she found herself suddenly being mounted by Betsy, the massive cow-girl forcing J.J.’s foot long equine cock into the urethra her own five foot long human shaft.
“Come on Bets! If your that horny I can fuck you after I feed the cows!” groaned the anthro donkey, her trio of basketball sized breasts rubbing against her assailant’s cock-head.
“No way babe, ever since I got pregnant you haven’t fucked me in my pussy, so I’m gonna put that cock of yours in the next best thing, at least until you manage to get my balls pregnant!” the cowgirl rubbed the two foot bulge of her massive stomach as she spoke, the baker’s dozen of calfs inside only in their second trimester. Her prey’s hooves legs were trapped beneath the nearly bean-bag sized balls that hung between her legs as her five breasts leaked milk onto the floor.
Meanwhile, inside the farmhouse, Tina Morrison was busting about as she made dinner. She had a whole chicken roasting in the oven and was currently shaping some biscuits to go with it. It might seem like a lot of food considering her wife got most of her nutrients from sunlight and soil, but that would be underestimating the appetites of people who have spent an entire day outside working, especially when one of them is pregnant with thirteen kids. Once she was done shaping all forty biscuits put them into the oven after she took out the three roasting pans and put them on the heat pad on her back one at a time. Once out of the oven, she turned her upper body fully around so she could face the wooden dinner table that comprised her body from the waist down as she carved all three birds in turn. Even with the pads the heat from the pans began to infuse her body in a pleasurable way and the twin cocks attached to the underside of her table-body slowly grew to their full two-foot length.
“Looks like I’m going to need to get J.J. to carry me outside to Fran tonight…” sighed Tina.
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Today was yet another boring day for Jessica Stellar. She worked in the R&D department of Timmy's Toys which, as the name might imply, is a toy company. Most people might imagine that working at a toy company would be fun and exciting, Jessica sure did when she was younger, but it turns out that it's just as vapid and empty as any other corporate job. Every toy idea was strictly focus tested to look good in marketing and nothing else. It didn’t matter if it disintegrated right out of the box so long as they could convince a few million children to beg their parents to buy it.
Today's meeting was about how, despite their toys already being made out of the cheapest materials and outsourced to the cheapest factories, we needed to cut even more costs because one of the shareholders saw the angle of the green line on his portfolio lower a thousandth of a degree. Mr. Grady was standing at the front of the room, waving his laser pointer around a projector screen while his bimbo secretary Tiffany stood nearby. All around me hordes of yes-men clapped and nodded whenever he paused for more than a second.
Jessica let out another sigh as the meeting droned on, only snapping out of it when her H-cup breast-balls tightened up and fired their load out of the fifteen foot long cock-tail she had instead of legs. The condom wrapped around her member slowly filled up and took on the shape of a very top heavy woman with the end of the condom where her vagina would be.
"Thanks for the fill up Jess! Your cum always seems to last the longest."
Before Jessica could return Veronica's gratitude, as filling her up was always a highlight of her day, Tiffany loudly cleared her throat to pull their attention back up to the front of the board room. Once she was sure everyone was paying attention again, our boss continued her presentation, her beach ball sized tits and balls bouncing with each movement. Her secretary Ms. Grady is still sitting right where she always is atop Tiffany's three foot long horsecock, the transparent, purple rubber of the living sex toy's stomach already stretched by several gallons of her boss's precum. This bloated cumgut masked her otherwise feminine figure with D-cup breasts and shapely, legless hips.
The presentation continued to drone on, neither Tiffany nor our shareholders unwilling to let the company, Lilly's Joys, develop anything but the most vanilla sex toys despite the building being located in a city where half the population was some kind of mutant.