Liam’s eyebrows rose when his wife, Maria, happily bounced into the living room, alarm bells clanging inside his brain when she leapt up onto the couch with him and straddled his hips between her soft, plump thighs. She had a smirk on her face that screamed of gremliny mischief, and Liam had a very good feeling that he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of his Saturday night football game uninterrupted.

Still, he couldn’t help but grin back at his wife. Antics aside, her enthusiasm was contagious, and even though it came at his expense sometimes, he could never deny her the chance to mess around. Shaking his head, bemused, Liam shut the TV off and looked into his wife’s verdant green eyes. “What is it this time, huh?”

Maria just giggled, brushing a few locks of her turquoise-dyed hair out of her face. “Soooo rude, sweetie. Maybe I just wanted to cuddle~.”

“Sureeeeee you did.” Liam sarcastically drawled, rolling his eyes when a catty, amused twinkle glimmered in Maria’s eyes. “Come on, tell me. I know you have some dastardly plot cooked up— don’t try and play innocent.” With a sudden, playful growl, Liam hugged his arms around his wife’s waist, pinning her to his slender chest.

Squirming, Maria tried to wiggle out of Liam’s grasp, though not very effectively. In fact, all she really succeeded in doing was smush her fat tits against her husband’s chest and grind her plump ass against his swiftly growing boner.

After a few more seconds of that, she surrendered, holding up her hands in mock defeat. “Ok, ok, fine! Goshhhh, you’re scary sometimes~.”

Liam scoffed, though his stiff erection betrayed his real reaction to Maria’s sultry purr. “Get on with it already.”

“Mmmm~.” Licking her lips, Maria held up her phone. “So remember how I asked you if you’d love me as a worm a while ago?”

“Yes. Vividly.” With an overexaggerated sigh, Liam let his palms roam down to the curve of his wife’s cheeks. “For the record, I would still love you, babe. My answer hasn’t changed.”

“Awww, cute!” Maria giggled, before adopting a more serious look. “Buuuut it’s easy to say that when I’m not a worm, so I was thinking about putting your convictions to the test…”

“And how exactly are you going to do that, hmm?” Liam teasingly asked, his fingers sinking into his wife’s butt. “Thinking about brewing a potion? Gonna piss off a demon?”

Squirming, Maria wiggled her phone to draw Liam’s attention back to it. “No, dummy. I’m not a witch—”

“Mmhm.” Liam cut his wife off with a disbelieving hum. “If you say so.”

Maria pouted, and with a huff, she ground herself against Liam’s erection, making him briefly wince. “Meanie. Anyway, as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, I saw this fun little challenge online~. Look!”

She shoved her phone into Liam’s face, excitedly pointing at the title of the thread she’d pulled up previously. Photoshop Challenge: Sideshow Couples!

“Huh.” Liam’s curiosity got the better of him, and his eyes drifted down to the rest of the post.

Calling all couples! Let our photoshopping community fuck you up! We promise to NOT go easy on you, wink.

Beneath that, pictures of… wow. Liam’s eyes bulged out of his head when he saw the comments on the post, struggling to make sense of what exactly he was seeing. Everyone was naked, first of all… there were people with extra heads, hairy bodies, stupid looking faces, an elephant trunk…

“This has got to be some fetish thing…” He muttered, peering past the phone screen at Maria, who looked shocked at the possibility.

“No way!” She exclaimed, snorting at the thought as she brought the screen back to her eyes. “Who would get off to this shit?”

Liam just shot Maria a knowing look, shaking his head when she gave him a withering one in return.

“Way to make it weird.” Maria huffed as she set her phone down on the armrest. “I just thought it would be fun, ok? Wanted to see if you’d really still be into me if I was a weirdo mutant or whatever.”

With a pout, she turned her face away from Liam— then blushed when he pecked her on the cheek. Biting her lip, she slowly turned back to face him, glaring at him as he cheekily grinned back. “You can’t just kiss your way out of everything, you jackass… is that a yes, though?”

“It is, babe~.” Liam said as he gently slid his wife off his lap and stood up, looking down at her as her excited smile brightened up her face again. He still had a sneaking suspicion that she was into this somehow…“Do we have to be naked, though? I don’t want other people looking at you.”

“Oh, please.” Maria rolled her eyes at the worried, jealous look on her husband’s face. “We’re gonna be unrecognizable in like a minute, these nerds don’t give two shits about normal us. They just want to flex their photoshop skills. Now take those pants off~.”

Liam hesitated for a second, before obediently going along. “Fine.” He sighed, unzipping his jeans as his wife wriggled out of her boob-hugging turtleneck. His softening erection stood back to attention in his boxers as he watched his wife’s tits jump around in her bra, and he quickly shimmied out of them to free his cock from its fabric prison.

It proudly throbbed between his slightly hairy thighs as Maria haphazardly tossed her top aside and unclasped her bra with a smooth, well-practiced flick of her wrist. Blood rushed down to Lia’s shaft at the sight— and the shudder that ran down his length didn’t go unnoticed by Maria, who lustily purred and cupped her perfect, golden-brown tits, playing with and squeezing them.

“Horndog.” She taunted, even as her dusky nipples stiffened beneath her fingers, coaxed to attention by her sharp nails.

“Like you’re one to talk.” Liam grinned, grabbing his pale cock with his hands. His sandy-blonde bush poked out from beneath his fingers as he began to lightly stroke his member, pulling back his foreskin over his stiffy to reveal the pale pink cockhead sheathed inside.

Maria moaned in response, her smirk faltering for a second as her base desires momentarily got the better of her. “G-Gonna show the whole world your stiffy, huh?”, she teased, biting her lip as her right hand slipped off of her tit and snuck its way down her tight white yoga pants.

Liam shrugged. “Thought you said they wouldn’t care, babe.” He winked, tugging his shirt up as his wife started to peel her tights off of her toned legs. His faint abs, lightly dusted with the same sandy-brown, curly hair, came into view, along with his firm, wide pecs and broad, manly nipples.

“Fuckkk.” Maria squirmed, her fingers digging against her panties as if trying to rip a hole through them. Shamelessly ogling Liam’s body, she carelessly dragged her tights off, bunching them around her ankles before kicking them to the side. Her soaked white panties were soon discarded as well, and her fingers idly swirled around her twitching clit as her breath came in short, fast gasps.

“If that’s what you want, babe~.” With a possessive growl, Liam stepped forward, his cock throbbing against his palm. Blood pounded in his head, fogging up his thoughts, making the scent of his wife’s sopping wet cunt and his own musky pre just that much more distracting.

For a moment, it looked like Maria was about to agree… but she reluctantly shook her head after a few seconds. “A-After.” She panted, reaching for her phone.

“Promise?” Liam cheekily asked as he gave his wife some space to breathe.

Rolling her eyes, Maria nodded. “Yes, horndog, I promise. Say cheese!”

She set the phone down on the coffee table, before rushing over to Liam and dragging him into the frame, hugging her arm around his waist just in time for the flash to go off. Her hand clenched against Liam’s butt as she detached herself from him, and she sauntered over to her phone as he huffed in surprise.

“Pfffftttt.” She snorted once her phone was in her hand. “You look silly, sweetie. Still got your hand around your cock, ahaha!”

Liam frowned. “We should take another one—”

“Nope! Already uploaded it!” Maria happily interrupted, voicing her thoughts out loud as she  began furiously typing away. “Description… Bottom-heavy latina hottie and pasty white guy—”

“Come on…” Liam groaned, running his fingers through his curly hair.

Maria ignored him, and just kept typing. “—Maria and Liam… respectively. Do… your… worst… and make us… totally nuclear… mutants. Andddd send! Now we wait~.”

Laughing at the apprehensive look on Liam’s face, Maria grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the couch. “What? Not to your liking?”

“Pasty white guy?” Liam complained, bringing Maria back onto his lap when she snickered in response. “Is that really what I am to you?”

“Am I wrong, though~?” Maria countered with a wink. “Would you have preferred well-hung pasty white guy, then?”

“That’s a little better…” Liam grinned, bringing his lips down to his wife’s neck to nibble on her skin. She was sweet, a little salty-sweaty. “Handsome would have also been nice.”

“Mmmmm, that’s a given~.” Purring, Maria squeezed her husband’s cock between her thighs— then pulled herself away from him when her phone buzzed. “Oooh! Someone replied already!”

With a huff, Liam took his face away from his wife’s shoulder to take a look, feeling a little annoyed that he hadn’t managed to finish. But his annoyance quickly vanished when he saw the reply to his wife’s post.

Ask and ye shall receive! Let’s balance out that ass with a few pairs of bitch tits~.

Liam frowned at the phrasing, glancing at the altered photo of him and his wife— now graced with a chest full of fat, teardrop-shaped tits, two, four, six, eight of them, each larger than her head. They sagged against each other, forming a fatty cushion of titflesh that the occasional nipple could be seen on, like buttons on a throw pillow.

It was weird… no, scratch that. Liam pursed his lips as Maria’s tits swelled against his chest, and he gave his wife an unimpressed look as dark chocolate nipples burst free from her torso. “These guys suck. Barely even changed anything.”

“Aw, come on, they made my nipples longer! That has to count for something.” Maria zoomed in on the photoshopped shot until one of her nipples took up the entire screen. As she did, fat swelled beneath the nipples that had just poked out of her body, seeding her torso and stomach with pudgy mounds of titfat that swiftly swelled into massive, flabby jugs.

Neither she nor Liam noticed, however. Maria had always had those tits— bitch tits, she called them, because of how animalistic they were, and because of how obscene they looked, like giant scoops of caramel ice cream slopped onto her body. It was hard to imagine her looking any other way, not that there was any reason for Liam to. Those were perfectly normal tits.

Liam squinted at the picture as his wife’s boobs sloshed against his chest and lap, idly fondling one of them while the others vied for space, squishing and knocking into each other. “I don’t see it, honestly.”

“You’re blinddddd.” Maria stuck out her tongue. “They’re obviously bigger.”

“I’m more of an ass guy.” Liam snarked. “And besides, bigger nipples aren’t freaky.”

“Oh yeah?” Maria challenged, scrolling down when another notification chimed. “Then how about this one?”

Oh my fucking god, who unbanned the boob guy? Get that amateur shit out of here, when you fuck someone up you have to make sure it’s something eye-catching.

Liam snorted when he saw the picture attached to the comment. Building off of the last picture, now he and Maria both had long, squirmy eyestalks jutting out of their heads, like snails. Long, fleshy ribbons of semi-flexible fat and muscle jutted out where their eye sockets would usually be, each topped with slightly beady human eyes. It looked…

…perfectly mundane. It was true that Liam hadn’t ever met anyone else with eyestalks, apart from his bitch-titted wife, but it wasn’t anything to freak out over. He blinked a few times as his eyes shakily rose out of his skull, staring at his wife’s phone with one while the other stared into her cleavage.

Similarly, Maria’s eyes had bulged out of her skull, twisting and trembling before eventually settling into a steady side to side sway above her forehead. She licked her lips as she jutted her eyestalks into her husband’s face, letting them bob and sway. “Come on, you have to admit that’s a little weird.”

“Ok, that’s fair enough.” Liam grinned as he brought his other eyestalk down to his wife’s tits, exploring her cleavage from all angles as his hands tightened around her bitch tits. “I guess octopus eyes are a little weird.”

“Mhm~.” Maria smugly nodded in agreement— then quickly swiveled her eyes to stare at her phone instead, her eyestalks flexing as another reply popped up. “Oooh!”

Oh, please, you jerk. No need to be cocky, just leave that to our friend Liam. He’s a real dick~.

“Wow, uncalled for.” Liam mumbled, his own pair of eyestalks intertwining with his wife’s as he stared at the newest photo. This time, Maria had been left unchanged— instead, it was him that was sporting new additions, in the form of a fat, phallic tail protruding from a much fatter, more feminine ass, and large cocks in place of his hands, dark black in stark contrast to the much thinner, much paler cock that they were hugging.

Liam wryly grinned as his ass thickened against the couch cushion, and he shifted his weight around as his tailbone began to jut out of his back, a sensitive, veiny bulge forming at the end of his spine. Now that was weird. “Someone’s finally taking this seriously.”, he joked, his fingers fusing together as he tapped on the picture to get a better look.

They’d turned his pubic hair the same turquoise hue as Maria’s hair! It looked ridiculous, and Maria must have thought the same, because she was clearly doing her best to hide a laugh… and indeed, a few seconds later, she burst into a fit of snorty giggles.

“Ahahahaha! You should get it dyed, sweetie! It looks hot!” Maria ran her fingers through her hair as she mocked her husband, humming when she felt him stuff his cockhands between her side-cleavages. “Mmmm, you don’t think so~?”

Liam’s reply was to jam his cockhands in a little deeper, smearing the sweaty hot depths of his wife’s tit-filled chest with thick precum. A rush of heat flowed through them as they blackened, and as the cartilaginous remnants of his fingerbones melted into spongy, stiff cockflesh, he wiggled his plush ass around until his expanding tailcock could slither over his wife’s thigh and brush against her quivering clit.

“Mmm, that’s a no, then~.” Maria giggled, breathily moaning when the fat, phallic tip of her husband’s tailcock warmed her lower lips. “Hey, I thought we promised to fuck later? Just jerk off inside my tits if you’re that horny, dummy.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely~.” Grunting, Liam twisted his tailcock and plunged it between Maria’s lowest pair of bitch tits, pressing his handcocks together until they kissed inside her middle pair. Already, his pre was mixing with his wife’s boobsweat to form a thick, frothy glaze, and he could feel it drool down the length of his tailcock and onto his wife’s puffy, swollen cunt.

When the next notification rang out, he was the first to swivel his eyes to check the screen, Maria a second behind him.

Pshhhh, the guy’s not just a dick. He’s a fucking dickhead. Betcha there’s nothing up in there either, his slut wife probably drains him 24/7.

Liam groaned, this was exactly what he’d been worried about. Nothing wrong with calling him a dickhead (it was the truth, after all), but having strangers catcall his wife was a whole other bag of worms. “God, these people need to get a life. They don’t even know us.” He grumbled, thrusting his tailcock inside of his wife’s cleavage a few times to calm himself down.

His head felt fuzzy… fucking perverts. Liam’s frown melted off of his face, his mouth sealing over along with his nose and ears as his eyestalks migrated to his neck, still narrowed in disgust even as his hair was slurped back into his scalp. Veins popped out of his forehead, and spread along the rest of his head as it elongated, the top of his skull stretching upwards as his jaw sank away, along with his neck.

Liam’s scalp wrinkled, before splitting apart to reveal a flared, hammer-like bulge of mottled brown and pink phallic flesh. Slowly, his foreskin melted into his twitching cockhead, forming a thick medial band around the midpoint as his shoulders broadened to fit his new girth.

He squirmed against the couch as his head continued to develop into a stiff horsecock, and a few thick globs of cum oozed out of his new head as he angrily glared at his wife’s phone, then looked up at her.

Maria just laughed it off. She brought a hand up to her husband’s cockhead and gave it a comforting stroke, kissing the burning hot, permanently erect flesh with a teasing wink when she saw his angry eyes soften… just like his pecs were softening, bulging into large, perky, perfectly spherical tits— looking almost like giant testes for his new head.

Planting a few more kisses along her husband’s head, Maria gently reassured him. “Another jealous weirdo. I’m sure everyone else will handle them, and besides, who cares what they think? You’re the one stretching me out with that yummy head, not them~.”

Liam narrowed his eyes, still a little tempted to cut things short, but the pleading look in his wife’s eyes made him reconsider. He reluctantly shrugged and looked back down at her phone, wrapping his eyestalks around hers. If she was alright with it, then it was fine, he rationalized.

In the meantime, another reply had been posted, this one much nicer.

C’mon, don’t call her a slut when she’s obviously a big pussy. Dumbasssss.

“See?” Maria grinned, her lips fattening as her teeth melted into her softening jaw. Fleshy pink folds began to line the inside of her mouth as grool bubbled past her facial labia, and the thick, ripe stench of pussy wafted into the air as her mouth split open, pink, ruffled flesh gaping out from the slickly spasming gash that her mouth had become. The rest of her words quickly faded into incomprehensible gurgling as her vocal cords softened and merged with the rough, bumpy texture filling her throat, though it didn’t stop Maria from “speaking” anyway.

“Hhhhhhllluuhhhh, shllllurrrrpp~.” With a labored wheeze, she drew the corners of her pussymouth into a grin, speckling her husband’s head with hot flecks of pussy juice as she lowered her swollen facial mound to his headshaft and began to kiss him. In her case, that meant grinding and massaging her facecunt against his dickhead~.

Maria’s pussymouth wouldn’t allow her grin to widen any further, but a particularly amused wheeze wetly bubbled out of her throat when her husband stiffened. She knew that his mind was going numb from all the blood being pumped into his many cocks— truth be told, she was starting to feel a little faint as well, her pussies were all fat and swollen and the only thing she wanted to do right now was follow that kiss up with an even deeper one.

With a gurgle, Maria slumped against her husband, squashing his tits beneath hers as a thick, hypersensitive horn of pinkish, veiny flesh burst out from her cleavage. Like a jacket, her body unzipped itself, the flesh between her breasts coming apart with a slurpy, gooey shlick, reminiscent of a fist being plunged into a sopping wet pussy.

Instead of guts and bone, however, more velvety pink pussyflesh appeared from the gash, rising and falling along with Maria’s breaths. Enormous beads of milky-white grool ran down her insides as the folds within her torso squirmed and clenched, spurred into a greedy feeding frenzy by the warm, rich musk of her husband’s cocks. Wheezing, drooling, spasming, she wasted no time throwing herself atop him, wrapping her chestpussy around his body as she took his head into her throat and forced his cock into her cunt, causing the tip to poke into her hollowed-out torso.

Neither Liam nor Maria could voice their delight, but their wide-open eyes and bucking hips were all they needed. Hot wild sex was how all couples expressed their love, after all!

As the room grew hot and heavy with the stench and sweat and heat of sex, Maria’s phone tumbled to the ground, completely forgotten by her and her husband in the throes of their passionate sex— no, primal, animalistic fucking. That was the only word strong enough to describe Liam’s frenzied thrusts and Maria’s uncontrollably shaking tits, nothing else could possibly hope to describe the frothy mess of cum and sweat and grool, or the mixed slaps, smacks, and wheezes, or the creaking of the couch, or how tightly together the two had intertwined their limbs and eyestalks…

The subsequent notification went unnoticed, but its effects certainly didn’t…

She might be a pussy, but she’s definitely handy! And her husband really makes her shine, IMO~.

Maria’s skin began to squeak against her lover’s punchy thrusts, and with every cock hand Liam piledrove into the depths of her cleavages, her skin turned glossier and glossier until a fake, plastic sheen overtook her body. Her eyes glassed over with a delighted sparkle as a loud, squeaky squelches echoed around the living room, and the mix of pre, sweat, and pussy juices clinging to her skin all dropped onto the couch as the tiny bit of friction still left on her skin smoothed over.

Maria’s toes curled when her husband rammed his cocks even harder against her body, and a slurpy groan frothed out of both her chest and face as his cocks slipped and slid against her skin. In the throes of pleasure, she threw her head forward against his, struggling to fit his massive cockhead inside her dainty little pussymouth and throat.

Meanwhile, her toes were elongating, turning long and slender while the arch of her foot leveled out. Her foot scrunched down on itself, becoming roughly circular, while her toes continued to stretch— until her feet had become nothing more than another set of shiny, flexible hands.

Those hands wasted no time grabbing her husband’s cocktail, and their gentle squeaks joined the cacophony of moans, grunts, and labored gasps as they began to jerk it off.

Amidst all that noise, the next notification was ignored, again…

Oooh, let me jump on the praise train! Her husband’s a super stud! And honestly, great kisser too!

Liam’s eyes narrowed and dilated with delight as his wife tended to every one of his throbbing, bulging cocks, his entire body alight with hot bliss and hot pussy. His eyestalks sagged against his shoulders as his mind struggled to process the incredible overflow of pleasure going through his brain stem— Maria was just so warm, so slick, so… cunty. He stared into his wife’s eyestalks as his cockhead throbbed inside her throat, feeling the tightness of her mouth clinging to his veins as his precum coated her insides and dripped back onto his chest through her swollen chestpussy.

With a sharp spasm, he came!!! Without warning, a massive load of creamy, ropey sperm shot out of his head, then his hands, then his tail, then his crotch, flooding his wife with sticky, stinky cum. Slumping against the couch, Liam stretched his legs and splurged out the last of his orgasm, digging his feet against the armrest as they hardened and compacted into thick, goat-like hooves.

If he could sigh, he would’ve— but Maria was making more than enough noise for the both of them. Wheezing and sputtering, her body flushed out his cum with an equally humongous waterfall of gloriously syrupy pussy juices, which sprayed out of every single one of her orifices. Her eyestalks wrapped around each other as she dizzily slumped on top of him, and she lay there, gasping like a beached fish as their combined sexual fluids rolled off of her like water off a duck’s back.

For a few minutes, they basked in their shared pleasure, too overstimulated to do anything else but shiver in place. But eventually, Liam’s cocktail shakily wormed its way out from beneath his ass, the thick tip splitting sort into an even fatter pair of cherry-red lips.

“Fuckkkkk~.” Liam panted, his voice muffled by the cum stuck inside his urethral throat. His voice had become sultrier… sluttier, and its sweet syrupy tone melted into Maria’s gooey wheezes for a perfect, spine (and crotch) tingling harmony. “That was goooood~.”

Maria nodded in agreement, squeaking a bit as she dragged herself off of her husband. She squirmed when fresh air rushed into her chestpussy, trembling as she used her handfeet to fish her phone out from the mess they’d left on the hardwood floor.

Miraculously, her phone still worked. After wiping it off and untangling her eyestalks, Maria passed it up to her regular pair of hands, struggling a bit to hold it. Normally, she managed, but after sex… different story. She eventually just set it between her husband’s tits, sandwiching it between his cleavage as she stared at the latest photo that had been uploaded.

God, you’re all so corny. We’re supposed to make them look like idiots, remember? Not that they need much help, I mean, just look at the girl, right? Total freak show.

Maria giggled, spraying her husband with a hot shower of cunt juice. Her, a freak? Ridiculous. But she did appreciate the sarcasm~.

She apologetically patted Liam’s chest as she idly squeezed the clit between her tits with her free hand, still laughing, even as more fleshy tentacles burst out of the top of her head. Like snail antennae, they rose from her forehead and intertwined themselves with her eyestalks, until a happily squirmy sextet of slimy, glistening antennae were wiggling above her head.

“…so much for… afterwards… couldn’t keep your cocks under control, huh?” Maria’s teasing voice faded in, echoing inside Liam’s head as the tips of her antennae glowed with a soft, bluish light. She winked, her antennae drooping as her nose flattened into her face, her pussy swelling to steal the extra space it left behind.

With a clit pulsing between her eyes and another needily twitching between her breasts, Maria’s mental voice took on a lusty tilt. She leaned forward, pushing her face up against her husband’s— meeting one eye with hers, and showing her phone to the other. “So… round two?”

She wetly giggled and tightened her grip around her husband’s arms and legs. As she did, her thumb shifted, becoming thicker and longer while her fingers fused, four becoming two. With her three-pronged claws, Maria pinned Liam against the couch, heavily breathing on his cockhead as her chestpussy heaved open and closed.

“I could be convinced~.” Liam moaned, veins popping out of his cocks as his cocks started to rise to attention again. He teasingly pushed his horsecock against Maria’s crotch, his flared tip kissing her rock-hard clit as the pouty mouth on his tail nuzzled against her ass. “You sure you can handle me, though?”

“Oh, please, I should be asking you that.” Maria flattened her tits against her husband, burying him beneath her chest as she planted a kiss along his cockhead. Slowly, she drew herself towards the tip, coating him with a layer of slippery grool…

But another notification distracted Maria and Liam before they could bang again. Both of them curiously jabbed their eyestalks towards Maria’s phone to see what had come up next.

She’s the freak? Have you seen the guy? Like just look at him!

Liam raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Honestly, he’d expected worse from this community, but they hadn’t done anything to surprise him yet. Sure, having mismatched eyes was an interesting edit to make, but nothing that crazy. It was easily lost in the tangle of cock-tipped arms he had, not to mention the frilled scent glands around his neck.

Shrugging, Liam dug the tip of his cockhand against Maria’s phone, smearing a blob of pre onto the screen. “Tell these guys they suck.” He laughed, rolling his shoulders as his torso exploded with fleshy bulges. It was hard to keep track of them all— six along his front, and eight more from his back.

Arms grew out of his midsection and his back, cracking and popping as muscles formed and sinew became cartilage became bone. They all pulsed in tandem as thick cocks surged out of their wrists, and a tangle of cocks and limbs swayed around Liam’s chest before he absentmindedly hugged his wife with them, trapping her in a thickly laced web of throbbing cocks.

His scent glands puffed up at the same time, a tight cone of frilly, gill-like membranes erecting from the base of his cockhead to form a ruffled, lilac collar. And between his sculpted ass cheeks, his anus twisted, the puffy ring becoming thick and bouncy as it expanded into a donut-like entrance to a slick, drooling cloaca.

Maria’s eyestalks and antennae swooned, writhing against themselves as her pussymouth absorbed the aerosolized particles leaking from her husband’s pheromone glands. Sickly sweet, distinctly savory, wonderfully complex, like having wine and steak and cock all at the same time! She shuddered, instinctively wetting herself as an ecstatic bolt punched into her head, and she whimpered and squirmed against Liam as her mentally projected thoughts dissolved into a long, drawn out moan.

It took a few insistent licks from her husband’s mouth for her to take notice of the newest notification.

You lot always run the same tired tropes. You should really try and be a bit more flexible, like our friend Maria~.

Antennae wriggling with amusement, Maria laughed, her voice resonating inside Liam’s mind. “That’s a good one~.”

She wetly hummed as her tits pleasantly ached, letting them shrink a bit to bring her face closer to her husband’s head. Her neck stretched as she resumed her journey up to the tip of his cockhead, and her limbs quivered, desperate to stretch as well. Muscles relaxed as bands of sinew and cartilage anchored themselves to her joints, her entire body becoming a little more boneless. Bit by bit, her muscles relaxed, until the rubbery latex sheen covering her skin wasn’t just cosmetic~.

“Mmmmmmpphhhh…” Maria lovingly sighed as she coiled her tongue around her husband’s glistening tip. With a teasing huff, she languidly swallowed him whole. A single lazy motion, and Liam’s cock was sheathed inside his wife’s snake-like throat, entombed inside a tight corridor of pulsing, squeezing flesh. A breathless moan fluttered out of his tail, followed by a kissy smack, and his hooves gouged a chunk out of the couch as he shot a thick payload of precum down Maria’s onahole throat.

“Tits… bigger…” He gasped, floundering around with his cockhands as he tried to shove Maria’s head even further down his cock. Grunting, Liam awkwardly stabbed at Maria’s crotch with his horsecock, eventually managing to guide it past her slick folds.

Maria moaned, a deep, rumbling mental boom that made her and her husband shudder. “Yessssss…” She panted, her nails digging into Liam’s skin as she tightened her grip— both of her hands and of her pussies. Glistening strands of hot, cloudy-clear juices trickled out of her face, down her chin, into her cleavage, before mixing back with the torrent of grool melting out of her chest.



Her tits swelled as she started to drag her head off of her husband’s cock, every inch of her ascent accompanied by a lustful groan from him. Every inch that she exposed was slathered with a creamy lotion of pre, spit, and grool, and it all oozed down, trickling through Liam’s pheromone glands like icing off a fresh donut.

Liam huffed. He felt amazing, and even better, Maria felt amazing too. He could feel her broadcasting her excitement through her antennae in the form of psychic zings and zaps, and it was rubbing off on him too— it was getting harder and harder to keep his grip steady around his wife…

Gotta counter balance that flexibility with some stability though! And what better than a big strong man to support her~?

A notification instinctively made Liam glance over, but he quickly returned his attention to Maria, preferring to keep his attention on her drenched, squirming body and squishy tits. He would love to give each of her sloshing bitch-tits a proper groping… but a hug would have to suffice.

Liam released a few of his arms from his wife’s body, giving her just enough room to thrash her hips against his before quickly plunging his arms back between her cleavages. As a gooey moan splattered onto his cockhead, Liam started to thrust himself in and out again, coating his wife’s tits with the same cummy slime that she’d covered his cockhead with.

“Fuck! Yes! More! Please! Yessss!” Maria squealed, her antennae going wild, like slugs dipped in salt. They writhed and thrashed and coiled against themselves, stiffening, relaxing, jerking one way, then the other, thinning, fattening, turning Maria’s thoughts into jumbled, euphoric static.

To say that seeing his wife go so feral turned Liam on would be an understatement. Liam’s cocks surged, becoming painfully erect as his body diverted as much blood as possible to them. At the same time, he began to grow, his body stretching like taffy, growing thin and flexible like a length of rope.

More arms burst out between his original ones, filling in the gaps as soon as they formed. More and more cocks plunged themselves into Maria’s chest— the ones that couldn’t fit instead slapped against her back, eagerly prodding and rolling across her skin in a frenzied attempt to stick themselves into something.

Liam’s legs melted with his tail as he continued to stretch— he barely looked human anymore, more like a long fleshy bridge with an enormous cock at one end and a grinning mouth at the other. Soon, he had his wife completely wrapped up inside him, the tip of his tail just inches away from his precum leaking head, his tits lost somewhere inside the writhing mess of cock-tipped arms.

Liam didn’t think. He plunged his mouth between his wife’s ass and passionately rimmed her, his base instincts taking over as his cloaca smeared his wife’s back with thick, jelly-like juices.

Maria wasn’t doing much thinking either. Her world had narrowed down to Liam and his cocks, and every single thought that her cockdrunk mind was able to make was solely directed towards making her husband cum!

And cum he did! And cum she did, as well~. Liam’s muffled shouts vibrated through Maria’s body as a mental wail blared through the couple’s minds like a tornado siren, and as if a water balloon had exploded between them, a spray of cum and pussy juice burst free from their intertwined bodies.

Several minutes passed before Maria and Liam were conscious enough to move, and several more passed before their thoughts began to slowly filter back in. Groaning, they untangled themselves from each other, thick, gooey membranes of cum and grool clinging to their bodies before snapping apart.

Liam’s pheromone glands retreated back into his neck as he uncoiled himself onto the couch. His tail and head both draped over the ends, while his wife fit neatly on top of his stomach, still cradled between his arms.

Weakly huffing and puffing, Maria reached for her phone, holding it out so that her and Liam’s eyestalks both had space to read the last few comments.

Alright, I think that’s more than enough, they’re both unrecognizable at this point

You can say that again LOL

Calling it a wrap?

Yeah, I think we’ve changed them enough as is

Man, I would kill to see their changes right now…

Maria and Liam shared an incredulous look. Changes? What changes? It didn’t sound like they were talking about the edits— it didn’t make sense for them to be that hyped for something so minor. As far as they were concerned, they were both as normal as they’d ever been.

Liam was the way he always was. A long, sinuous beast, like a human-colored anaconda, easily triple (even quadruple) the size of his wife. On one end, a massive cock jutted out, along with two curiously swaying eyestalks and a set of folded purple glands. On the other, it thinned into a pair of juicy red lips, which drooled and smacked together as they tasted the air and moaned. In between, rows and rows of arms topped with cocks clenched and swayed, protectively curled around Maria’s body, with his tits acting as a headrest and his cloaca wetly kissing her backside.

And Maria was… well, herself. A near-frictionless latex body that looked like oiled skin but acted like rubber, with long, spaghetti-like limbs and an equally stretched neck. Like her husband, her eyes were perched atop eyestalks, with six slimy, squirmy tendrils dancing and twisting around them. All of that served to frame a drooling pussy that split apart her face— like the much larger pussy splitting apart her chest, dividing her sloppy bitch-tits into two rows of four. They were certainly much more alluring than the comparatively tiny hole between her thighs, for sure. Her feet (or rather, her lower hands) were clawed, just like her upper pair, three thick fingers tipped with almond-like nails— reminiscent of a bird’s talons.

And despite the photoshopper’s beliefs otherwise, Liam and Maria were perfectly normal, no question about it~.

“Looks like these so-called expert photoshoppers are just frauds~.” Liam purred, breathily giggling as he tightened his grip around his wife. He moaned when his cock hands sank back into her breasts, licking his lips before plunging them between her thighs.

Maria cooed, squeezing her long, boneless legs around her husband’s tail as she set her phone aside and shut it off. She squirmed when his lips lovingly kissed her lower pair, and returned the favor, strapping herself in around his as she stretched her neck towards his drooling cockhead. “I guess so~. Still wanna bang, though?”

“Always~.”