In the confines of Kelly’s pouch, the passage of time became ambiguous. This whole day felt like a fever dream, and the hot, humid environment of the pouch only made it harder for Casey to think. He wasn’t sure how long he had been in the pouch any more. He did know he never got the chance to eat dinner, and his stomach was growling. As his mind drifted, lost in the pink space of the pouch, so did his lips. A nub brushed past his lips, teasing him with memories lost to time of being nurtured. It felt natural when it slipped into his mouth. It was the right size and shape, and so so soft, too. His body began to relax, adopting a fetal position in the pouch. He grasped the mound of flesh pressing against his face with both hands, massaging and cuddling his new source of life, and began to suckle. It began as just a trickle at first, but the warm, creamy substance entered his mouth and greeted his taste buds like a rain after a drought. Casey’s body relaxed further as he picked up a steady rhythm of suckling.
Outside the pouch, Kelly was relaxing with the other female Roos when she felt Casey’s mouth latch on to one of her nipples within her pouch. A shiver travelled through her body from head to tail tip as motherly hormones washed over her mind and body. Her heart pounded. She was in sensory overload as Casey nursed from her, and it showed as she blushed intensely, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut. Her Joey had picked up an almost mechanical pace as she felt him suck deeply and release over and over again, electrical impulses pulsing through her body, racking her with maternal pleasure.
Back in the pouch, Casey’s feeding was interrupted by a tightness all around his body. Was Kelly’s pouch getting smaller? It didn’t really matter to him as long as he could continue drinking Kelly’s milk. Casey began to drink with a greater need, suckling feverishly and with increased pace. It felt like maybe she was running out when Casey came to the realization that Kelly had more than one nipple to drink from, so he switched over and latched on. Even though it felt like he had been nursing for hours, his hunger had only increased. Casey felt a starving emptiness in his stomach, and continued to take it out on Kelly’s beastial teat.
Kelly on the other hand, had been lost in pleasure for what felt like an eternity. She had been laying on her side and rolled over onto her back for better comfort, but opened her eyes when she felt a stretching discomfort in her abdomen. To the untrained eye she appeared to be several months pregnant as her pouch swelled forward with growth!
Her milk was causing Casey to gain mass at an alarming rate, and was at risk of injuring the delicate flesh of her pouch. Kelly grasped at the Joey in her pouch with her kangaroo paws, desperate to remove Casey. “Wake… up! Get… out! GET OUT!!” Kelly boomed, a silvery string of drool swinging from her chin as she was still fighting off the waves of pleasure caused by Casey’s insistent suckling. He was really latched on! Kelly began to panic, and finally was able to find his waist to pull him out. Casey had other plans, and refused to let go of the nipple in his mouth as he was now positioned upside down in the shrinking pouch. He kicked and flailed in the air as the babysitter wrestled with him, but it was no use! “I said, GET. OUT.” Kelly demanded, using all four of her limbs to pry Casey from her pouch in one final effort, and the boy sprung free, landing with a thud several feet away, limp as a rag doll. After catching her breath, Kelly’s maternal instinct took control again, causing her to come to realize the sudden absence in her belly. She bounded over to her Joey on the ground as the dust settled, assessing her baby for injuries. Well, or so she thought…
Casey was no baby any longer! Muscular curves ripples across his body. He was now the same size, or possibly bigger than Kelly! The fog began to lift from Casey’s mind as he came to, lifting his head to see Kelly peering at him with worry. “Casey… different…” she trailed off, her eyes wandering across his changed physique. He rubbed his eyes and found his hand was now tipped in curved black claws, now a match for Kelly. His hand rubbed a swollen shape on his nose, and he reached up his other hand to inspect his face. Had he broken his nose when he landed? No, it was too smooth and symmetrical. He got up suddenly to go check his reflection in the pool of water surrounding the kangaroo enclosure, but tripped on enlarged feet, and proceeded to hop over awkwardly. Casey was in disbelief upon seeing his reflection gazing back at him from the water. He was an odd mix of a kangaroo and a human, and had the long muzzle of a red kangaroo, unlike Kelly. A milk mustache capped his puffy kangaroo lips. His ears were mostly the same, aside from being slightly pointed, and his eyes were unchanged. His boyish hair still cascaded over his head stubbornly. He had to reach a paw to his face to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Suddenly, a hot tongue caressed his lower back, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin as he spun around! A female red kangaroo had snuck up and began to inspect him, sniffing him and licking him gently. “Woah… When did kangaroos get so small?” Casey uttered, gazing down at the animal. That’s when Kelly hopped up to him, standing up straight. While she once towered over him, Casey was now looking down at Kelly! Similarly to the other kangaroo that had approached him, she drunkenly began ti sniff him and lowered her head to inspect his belly… Casey’s once soft abdominal flesh was now carved into the muscles of a Greek god. That’s when…