Mature Reblogs Ahead

They asked again, as the 8-ball said so... "Will I stop ever stop growing?" answered by "Cannot predict that now", almost as if there's an implication that somehow, that pregnancy of theirs, which is already considerably larger than most full term pregnancies, could keep on growing indefinitely. Surely the 8-ball was wrong, right? One couldn't be sure, they were already so big, and grew another few inches after asking about it...

The connection that the 8-ball was adding to the womb size with its magical properties was eventually made, due to the convenient timing of their growth spurts immediately following questions, which made them want to ask: "If I stop asking questions after this, will my pregnancy's growth rate return to normal?" It seemed like a genius question. It'd guarantee that the 8-ball was the real culprit behind the extraordinary growth, and there'd be an easy way of stopping it. The problem was, the 8-ball responded... "Don't count on it."

Their eyes widened, and then turned to look to their belly, that grew bigger again, and as they felt it touch the floor from a standing position, the thought that they might continue on swelling rapidly even without asking questions made them realize just how...good it all felt.

All the 8-ball really did was show just how colossal that pregnant cutie was going to get. Though as their shock and worry turned to horny curiosity, they would ask one final question to the 8-ball: "Is there a limit to how much I can grow?"

The 8-ball responded with a clear, straight forward answer this time. "Definitely not."

Who reads the warning labels and side effects on the products they use, anyway~? Certainly not this cute fox girl who always made sure to take good care of her tail, so only the best products would do. This one seemed quite promising, and she felt like her tail was fluffier and more beautiful than usual right after applying it, feeling it up with her hands and enjoying it...a lot...

Somehow, she didn't find it strange, but she was a bit aroused by the touching and fondling of her own tail. Stroking it always felt good, but now it was different. It felt like more nerves were firing, and it also seemed like this new, fluffier, larger tail fit more into her view of perfection, part of her ideal body.

Though as she kept using the conditioner with continuous disregard to the side effects, she felt another tail sprout out right next to her original one, like a perfect copy! Followed by another...and another...all while they grew larger, much softer and fluffier, much longer, taking over the room behind her. Pressing against furniture and the walls, making her bite her lip as the sensitivity was becoming too much to handle...

Also, do you have a size reference for BT's width?

I'd say these are all nice heights for everyone.

As for BT-tan's ass...