#hyper tail

Hyper tails are fuuuun, and Lamias always look good with one, considering that's a good portion of their body...the BIGGEST, primary portion of their body considering girls like this one specifically!

It's wrapping around the skyscraper, coiling round and around, meaning it's really, really long, who knows where it even ends at this point, when you think you've found the tip, you look away, and suddenly it's not there anymore, suddenly there's even more meters of tail to touch...

And that's not even the only way this tail is growing. It's getting thicker too. It's so huge and still strengthening, growing more muscular by the minute, all while gaining a clear fatty layer on top that makes this tail look fatter and plumper and causes it to be soft to the touch, while maintaining its colossal, destructive strength hidden underneath.

I am posting a small backlog from last year. This piece was originally made on March 18th!

Dinormous [2/2]

I looked on at the half-clone fully mature daughters that came from the biggest, most pregnant kitsune ever. Her belly was obviously enormous, as she didn't have just babies in there, but through a process similar to parthenogenesis, she created daughters that were almost exactly like her, and rapidly developed them to maturity before they were released, pumping their brains full of wisdom in a way only a magic kitsune could.

Although I only ever fucked my kitsune wife, always loyal to her, the daughters themselves underwent the parthenogenesis process to make more kitsune girls...

They'd even find their own boyfriends and girlfriends and everything, with a happier kitsune came a hyper...hyperer? pregnancy.

The reason my wife was still the biggest despite so many generations was due to how much love and affection I gave her...and of course, her impossibly milky, giantess level tits, city smothering wagon booty, soooo many fluffy tails to match such a gigantic ass, and of course, an even crazier moon sized belly full of more and more offspring.

I don't know how they expect me to find a planet for them...luckily I found a place to hide, burying myself in the warm and fluffy tails of my wife as I felt them grow alongside the rest of her extremely, endlessly pregnant body. No one would ever find me there...

Even if it was the first place someone looked, since it was obvious I'd want to go there, just going through every single tail, every single -mile- of said tail, just to find me? It was too much work, her tails had overgrown the concept of being 'searched'. Now they only knew the concept of wagging unnaturally fast whenever she came or heard me talk, and just like the rest of her body: they knew how to grow.