Creative Materia Usage 02

Red XIII was, somewhat reasonably, not entirely sure how to parse the situation he found himself in. Words completely and utterly failed him, and so he contented himself with staring. And oh man was there was a lot to stare at. Cait Sith had, in a matter of seconds, just doubled in height in front of his eyes. And not only that, he had... well, become a she. And substantially she at that. Big fat hips and big fat tits and a big fat ass and big fat thighs that she was spreading apart to show off her needy pussy just begging for his big fat cock.

“How does this make me gay?” he eventually settled on.

“Oh, come on, here I am, looking like this, and literally asking you to give me a good hard breeding and that’s all you’ve gotta say, Fido?”

“I- you- you’re the one who just called me gay!”

“Gosh, you’re such a teenager~”

“I’m forty eight years old!”

“And yet you’re still such a teenager~ Anyway, stop sitting on your ass staring and get to fucking already!”

“Ugh,” Red grunted, trying desperately to think of a way out of this. Not that Cait Sith’s current form wasn’t attractive, mind. Were it not for the fact that it was Cait Sith he’d probably be glad to do exactly what she was asking. The problem was that it was Cait Sith. His mind couldn’t separate the milf in front of him from the little gremlin thing that Cait Sith usually was. “What about Vincent?” He said after a moment. “He’s right over there, what if he walks in on us?”

“Oh, pffft, you know very well that Vincent takes watch duty way too seriously to even notice us having sex.”

“Okay, then, what if monsters actually attack? Or something else happens that Vincent needs to tell us about?”

“Why do you care so much about Vincent?”

“Why do you care so little?”

“You’re the one who had to be bullied into making any effort at all to cover up your two foot trouser python, Fido.” Cait Sith rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you’re putting an awful lot of effort into justifying not fucking the horny milf who is asking you to fuck her. Are you sure you’re not gay?”

“I’m not gay!”

“Prove it then, big boy~”

Red frowned, blushing profusely and trying very hard not to look at Cait Sith’s tits or ass or especially her cunt.

She sighed. “I can see I’m gonna hafta try a different tactic here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, dear Fido, that it’s pretty clear those sexual hangups I mentioned are getting in the way of doing what you want.” Once again, she lifted up her right arm, showing off her materia. “Remember that Mystify materia?”

“Yes?” Red was honestly still not entirely sure how any materia would be at all useful in the bedroom. Maybe cure? But certainly not anything Mystify could do. His dubiousness was probably clearly visible in his facial expression, because Cait Sith rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Let’s just say that it’s going to help immensely in helping you get past those reservations and do what you really want to do~”

“Wha-”

“Berserk.”

This time Red didn’t need to see the materia glow to know that something had happened. He could immediately feel the effects coursing through his veins. Literally – his heart beat quicker and heavier, carrying the magic throughout his body. He could feel the familiar effects flowing outwards. His muscles twitched and pulsed and grew, just a little bit but enough to be immediately obviously noticeable. And in the meantime, thinking got a lot harder all of a sudden. His body seemed to move on its own, without any conscious input, though that was fine by him because conscious input was hard.

And speaking of hard, boy howdy was he. Blood wasn’t just rushing to his muscles, it turned out – it was also rushing to other places as well. He’d already been fully erect, or so he thought. But somehow he managed to get harder. His loincloth strained against his meat, and then with a loud riiiiiip it tore apart. Which, granted, wasn’t the most impressive achievement, considering that it was a loincloth. Not exactly known for their structural integrity. But there was some structural integrity and usually Red’s boners weren’t enough to overcome that structural integrity, on the rare occasion he even got boners.

Sure enough, his meat was bigger. Somehow. Normally berserk didn’t do that, but nothing about this situation was particularly normal. It wasn’t much bigger, but like with his muscles it was enough that he noticed it immediately. He couldn’t really make any kind of numerical estimate, though, because again; thinking was hard. Better to just go with the flow.

And, right now, the flow was leading him to doing the exact thing he’d been very specifically avoiding doing up until now. Intellectually, he wasn’t particularly pleased with this outcome. But, well, his intellect didn’t really have a say in the matter right now. And honestly he wasn’t entirely sure if he minded that? Maybe Cait Sith had a point, maybe he was just letting the stresses of recent events get to him. Between being used as a lab rat by Hojo, learning the truth about his father, and the day to day realities of live on the road as a fugitive, maybe he did need, as Cait Sith had put it, a “big soft mommy gee eff” to relieve some of that stress. Maybe.

Of course, it didn’t really matter whether or not he agreed to it. Which, admittedly, he wasn’t entirely comfortable with – frankly that was perfectly reasonable, as far as he was concerned. His say in the matter had been well and truly removed, and his body had already gotten up and moved its way over to the aforementioned big soft mommy gee eff, standing over her and drooling.

“Yeah, there we go. That’s more like it. C’mon, Fido, you know exactly what to do~”

Red didn’t need to be told twice. Honestly, he didn’t need to be told once. His body lunged forward on its own, without any real conscious input on his part. No foreplay, not that it was particularly necessary given how wet Cait Sith seemed to be by default. He just immediately buried himself in her with wild abandon. Thrusting enthusiastically, as fast and as hard as his hips could manage. And they could manage quite a bit. Even before the berserk-induced increase in physical strength, Red’s lower body strength wasn’t insignificant. With that factored in, describing his thrusting as jackhammer-like wasn’t even idle hyperbole – he wouldn’t at all be surprised if he could break concrete with his dick. And every catastrophic collision of hip against hip sent Cait Sith’s ample flesh jiggling in a way that almost made him forget he was fucking Cait Sith.

“A-ahn~” Cait Sith moaned eagerly, wrapping her arms around his muscular torso. “That’s more like it, Fido! But we’ve got a loooong night ahead of us, so what do you say we pick up the pace a bit?”

Red wanted to ask what on earth she meant by that, but all that came out was a low growl. Luckily, at least the intent had managed to get across to her adequately enough. Once again, she gave him that shit eating grin of hers – or at least as best as she was capable of while being relentlessly railed by two and a half feet of canine cock. And then, once again, she lifted up her bangle.

“Haste.”

And, just like that, Red’s pace doubled. He had already been going fast, but at this point his hips were a fucking blur, like something out of a god damn cartoon. Cait Sith certainly seemed pleased with the results. “Y-yesssssss!” she hissed, head lolling back slightly, jiggling from the force of the thrusts. And speaking of jiggling, oh man were her tits going wild. Flailing all over the place and practically gushing milk. If he had any control over his body right now, he would absolutely have grabbed them and started sucking on them by now. As it was, it was only now that his instincts decided it was time to suck on Cait Sith’s titties. Not that he was going to complain – at least he got to suck on ‘em at all, and it tasted really good.

He tried really hard to not think about the fact that he was currently sucking on Cait Sith’s titties. It shouldn’t have been too hard to pretend that this was some other cat person, considering that she currently looked nothing like she (he?) normally did, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quite make that separation. All he could do was keep on trying not to think of it, even if it clearly wasn’t working very well.

Luckily, he could feel a distraction welling up in the pit of his stomach. A familiar tingling heat and aching tightness that foreshadowed an earth-shattering climax. With a wet pop, his knot entered her body, tying them together as he came.

“Regen.”

And came. And came. He had been expecting a fairly abundant climax, between how riled up Cait Sith had gotten him and how long it had been since he’d... dealt with his pent up frustrations, along with the effects of being berserked. But this was well beyond what he thought himself capable of. Almost like his supply was replenishing itself before it could run out- oh. Right. That made sense. She’d even said she was gonna do that.

He wasn’t entirely sure exactly how long the whole thing lasted. A while, at least, though he didn’t exactly have access to a clock. Cait Sith’s midsection looked notably softer and rounder, which was another thing he tried not to think about.

“Wow, you sure filled me up, Fido!”

“Oh my god.” Red pulled out, thanking the planet that his red fur hid how fucking furiously he was blushing right now. “Look, there, you got what you wanted. Now let’s just pretend none of this ever happened and never speak of it again.”

“Oh?” Cait Sith practically purred. “You think we’re done?”

“We’d better be done.”

“Oh, dear me, no, we’re only getting started, Fido. I still haven’t introduced you to the Mogazon.”

“the what”

Red probably needn’t have asked. He had an inkling of what the Mogazon might entail, but he didn’t particularly want to acknowledge it any more than he wanted to acknowledge that he’d just fucked Cait Sith. But, well, he didn’t have much choice in the matter. So he contented himself with not turning around to see the source of the loud, rhythmic thudding behind him until it physically grabbed him and lifted him up, nestling his head in between massive white-furred orb.

“The Mogazon,” Cait Sith repeated. He couldn’t see the shit-eating grin, but he could practically hear it. “Time for round two, Fido. Let’s see how well you can keep up~”
Large Hardon Collider

4N-N13 (Annie to her friends, of which she had basically none) had never been particularly satisfied with her life. Which was, she maintained, through no fault of her own. It wasn’t that she was unhappy with her life choices or how they’d turned out, it was that she never really got much in the way of choices at all. She had started life as an extremely illegal sexbot with a pirated AI. Just barely sapient enough to seem sapient without actually being sapient, because non-sapience was a massive turnoff but if making your illegal sexbot have any kind of real higher reasoning tended to lead to escape attempts. They had to install Sentience Inhibitors, to prevent a proper consciousness from naturally emerging from her AI the way it otherwise inevitably would have – especially considering that, again, her AI was pirated. It wasn’t until recently that she’d managed to actually track down where it even originally came from, and it was of course extremely illegal to copy an AI, Sentience Inhibitors or no.

And, more specifically, she had been an illegal sexbot for a... certain kind of person. She didn’t look like an actual child, at least, which would have been insult to injury. But she was still very sleek and compact. Soft, pubescent swells and just the slightest hint of curve to her hips, like an anime character who was totally a thousand years old you guys. That kind of aesthetic. Her chassis was otherwise very soft, lined with silicone to make it sort of reminiscent of real flesh, as opposed to the hardened plastic you saw on civilians or outright heavy metal of military models. And, of course, she was just barely three feet tall.

Then one day the police had shown up and “liberated” her and her fellow sexbots. Liberated here meaning they’d removed the Sentience Inhibitors and then just sort of set them loose on the world with exactly zero support. Frankly irresponsible and immoral – when military models got decommissioned they at least got transferred into civilian chassis. She knew this because her housemate was an ex-military unit named K17-7Y (or just Kitty) who pointedly was not the standard ten foot tall, barrel-chested deathbot with a plasma chaingun for an arm but rather a seven foot tall humanoid with fat tits and a nice ass.

Not that Annie was jealous or anything. But, well, it was very hard for her to function in society because she was built to closely resemble a child while society was built for not children. And, as mentioned, her AI wasn’t designed for this body. It was remarkably similar to gender dysphoria in humans – her brain was wired for a body type that didn’t match up to the one she actually had, in layman’s terms. And, much like gender dysphoria, it kinda fucked her up. It was, at least, generally not as severe. Generally.

But usually the wrong body was at least not three fucking feet tall. Fuck needing a ladder to reach the kitchen cabinets, she needed a ladder to reach the counter. And frankly that just wasn’t acceptable, especially not when the solution was so fucking obvious. Track down exactly what her original AI’s model was and then install herself in that – or at least as close to it as was reasonable.

Which, well, is where the problems started to occur. It took years and years of painfully slow research before she even got any leads as to where her original AI came from before it was pirated and jailbroken, and then another few years before she actually definitively tracked it down, at which point she was faced with what was probably the worst possible outcome. Her AI wasn’t actually originally from a robot at all – it was from a god damn city ship. It was no wonder she couldn’t handle being so small, she was designed for a “body” that was closer to three miles than three feet. And actually even three miles was a massive understatement. The ship her brain was supposed to be installed in was something like sixty cubic miles.

Which was a problem because no commercially available chassis would even reach the point of close enough in terms of size. There was a reason Kitty’s chassis was seven feet tall. A more reasonably tall body would be something like half as tall as she was supposed to be, which was historically proven to cause Problems. And so instead she was approximately 70% of how tall she was supposed to be, which made it bearable, at least.

Annie, meanwhile, was currently in a body that was approximately 0.00094697% of how big it was supposed to be. To even come close to hitting that magical seventy percent number she’d have to be like forty miles tall. Probably more, if she was honest, because a sixty cubic mile city ship was going to be much bigger than a sixty mile tall anthroid. And, frankly, there weren’t really any ways for her to reach that point.

Or at least not legally.

“Okay so I know I promised not to narc on you,” Kitty said nervously. “But this is seriously a bad idea.”

“You haven’t suggested anything better.”

“Have you considered asking to be transferred into a new city ship?”

“They’ve not made new city ships in like a hundred years, you know that.”

“I know, but there’s gotta be a better solution than this.”

“It’s just an exoskeleton,” Annie lied. Kitty, unsurprisingly, saw through it immediately.

“That’s obviously not going to be enough, don’t lie. And you still haven’t explained what this is.” She gestured to the thing on the basement table. It was a long (like five fucking feet) cylinder of what looked like the same material as Annie’s body, except black instead of pale blue, with a bulge in the middle and a pair of large spherical things on the end with the port that was meant to be plugged into Annie’s “exoskeleton.”

“It’s an external power unit!”

“It’s a horsecock.”

“It can be both!”

Kitty rolled the LCD projections of eyes on her faceplate. “Okay, okay, fine. Whatever. I just want to do the bare minimum of required assistance to this terrible terrible plan.” She had already helped install Annie’s body into the so-called exoskeleton, which already made her accessory to a serious crime. Because, again, it super obviously wasn’t just an exoskeleton. Prosthetic body extenders were perfectly legal for robots who couldn’t afford a new, bigger chassis. Plenty of robots used them, and Kitty was familiar enough to know that this wasn’t that.

No, this was straight up a new body. With Annie fully installed, it looked almost identical to her old body except twice the size and with fat fucking tits and a massive ass. And, of course, a port for the external power unit. That was located right at the crotch. “Annie, this thing is almost as big as you are.”

“The prosthesis is extremely power intensive.”

“That’s also a lie.”

“Look just plug it in okay. Then you can go.”

“It’s like thirty pounds.”

“Are you sayin’ you can’t lift it?”

“Why can’t you install it yourself?”

“Because I can’t move my powered exoskeleton without the power unit, duh.” That earned Annie a glare. “Fine, fine, because if I make you culpable then you’ll be less likely to call the cops on me.”

“Ugh.”

“Look, I’m not kidding, I can’t move without installing that thing and then initializing it so you’re gonna hafta give me a hand on this one.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll install your dick.”

“External power unit.”

“Dick.” Kitty picked up the dick. It sure felt like a dick, at least, albeit one that had been scaled up to ridiculous degrees. Soft “flesh” around a rock-hard core, unsettlingly warm and slightly moist. Kitty grimaced as she quickly plugged the fucking thing in so she didn’t have to touch it anymore.

“You hafta turn it on.”

“Oh my god. Fine. Where’s the on switch.”

“In the urethra.”

“Fuck you.”

“I swear I’m not making this up.”

“I am extremely tempted to just leave you like this.”

“Please don’t, I seriously can’t move.”

“Fine. But you owe me big time.” Kitty closed her eyes, bit her lip, tried really hard not to think about what she was doing, and stuck her finger down the urethra. Obviously this was just some sort of weird prank at her expense, but it was the only way she’d get Annie to shut the fuck up.

Or at least that’s what she initially thought. That opinion started to shift when she actually felt a fuckin’ switch in there. “You’re kidding me.”

“Where would you put the power switch on this thing?”

“I wouldn’t make an actual honest to god power unit shaped like a penis,” Kitty replied tersely before flipping the switch. “What kinda external power unit is shaped like a penis anyway?”

“Specifically it’s a singularity generator.”

“What the fuck is a singularity generator.”

“You know the Large Hadron Collider? Think of this like a Small Hadron Collider but repurposed into a power source.”

“Wait hold on,” Kitty said, pulling her hand out of the urethra and backing away slightly. “You’re saying that there’s, like, a black hole in that thing?”

“Relax, it’s perfectly safe. There’s centuries of research into making sure of that. Hell, they use one to power the tri-state area, it’s just a few miles down the road.”

“Okay but that still seems way, way, way beyond your power needs.”

“Oh, just the opposite, it’s barely gonna be enough in the long-term. Don’t worry, tho, by the time that becomes a problem I’ll have upgraded from a Small Hadron Collider to a Large one.”

“what”

There was a soft creaking noise as Annie’s new body slowly came to life, and she slowly stretched her new limbs to get used to them. “Mmmm, I suppose that since we’re past the point of no return now I might as well come clean. My new body, power unit included, is made outta a special experimental material with some unique properties. I dunno exactly how it works but in layman’s terms, wh- when you run an electrical current through it, it g- it ge- mmmmmnnnnggggg~”

“It what. Focus, dammit.”

Annie did not focus. Honestly, at this point she’d almost entirely tuned Kitty out – she was more interested in the sensation of electricity coursing through her entire body. Being a former sexbot, a lot of wires were intentionally or otherwise crossed with sexual stimulation, so while for a normal model this would probably have felt intensely uncomfortable, for her it was practically orgasmic. She reached down and wrapped her hands around her shaft as much as was possible. Which, given its sheer magnitude, wasn’t much – Kitty could have joined in and brought a few friends and it still would have only been adequate. But whatever, Annie didn’t care, she just pumped as best as was possible, revelling in the sensation of her new body’s unique properties kicking in.

A big grin spread across her face as, with a lurch, she found herself looking Kitty in the eye. And then another found her looking down.

“It gets biggerrrrrrrr~”

“Oh fuck.” Kitty’s LCD eyes shrank to pinpricks as she backed away from her rapidly growing housemate. Eight feet became nine and then ten and then more in a matter of seconds. “Annie, you’re growing way too fast.”

“Oh, you think this is fast?” Annie barely managed to reply. Her own LCD eyes had been replaced by big pink hearts, and her body twitched and convulsed slightly as the rhythm of her masturbation slowly devolved. Her mouth (because what kind of sexbot didn’t have a mouth to fuck?) hung open and her tongue lolled out idly. “This is just it kickin’ in. Wait ‘til you see- a-ahn~” She found herself interrupted by a surge of size, enough that she hit her head on the basement ceiling, about fifteen feet up, before her legs gave out beneath her and she fell down onto her soft ass. “I- oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuuck~” she cried as another surge hit and she found her head pressed against the ceiling. “W-wait ‘til you see it really get goin’,” she managed to say. “Mmm, speaking of which. You might wanna get outta the country. Now. Ooops, too late, here I grow~”

Kitty thought fast, diving into Annie’s cleavage just in time for the formerly smaller bot to abruptly quintuple in size. “Mmmm,” she moaned as she slowly pulled herself upright, taking in her surroundings. “150 feet,” she said. “Not nearly enough, but it’ll take a bit for the energy output to match my size so I guess I’m just gonna hafta wait around to start growing again.” That was an unforeseen complication. It could take seconds, maybe even minutes before she started growing again, and in the meantime she was barely over 0.04% of her endgoal. And every time she got bigger, it would probably result in a longer delay before she started growing again.

And that was simply unacceptable.

Luckily, her body wasn’t the only thing that had gotten bigger. Her brain was also proportionally larger, making her capable of proportionally faster calculations. And so it only took her seconds to come up with another terrible plan to act as a followup to her last terrible plan.

After all, there was a much bigger singularity generator just a few miles away. She licked her lips eagerly at the thought. Sixty miles was a long way off. Time to expedite the process.
Mother of Changelings 02

It turned out that, perhaps, Derpy probably should have put more thought into the situation than she had. Yes, there was no way she could have known that her milk was significantly more effective on Changelings than it was on ponies, that at least wasn’t her fault. But she absolutely should have seen it not having the standard effect coming. And even if she didn’t, she probably should have foreseen that the small, somewhat cramped cave they were in wouldn’t have enough room for even the normal effects of her milk. The problem was that Derpy kind of had a thing for not entirely properly fitting into places due to her endowments. And also making other people and ponies not entirely properly fit into places either with the effects of her milk.

Which had currently come back around to bite her in the big fat ass. She liked inconvenient bigness, but there was a difference between just being inconveniently large and outright growing really fucking huge in a very small and very structurally sound space. As it was, the lead Changeling was absolutely too tall to stand without hitting her head, and the passage out was noticeably narrower and shorter than the passage in. Honestly, Derpy found herself questioning how she’d managed to fit through. Or how she was going to fit out again, especially considering that her own boobs had also started to grow again.

Although, now that she thought of it, the answer to all of these questions was probably ‘magic.’ “Can you teleport out?” she asked tersely and quickly. If it turned out that no, Changeling’s couldn’t magically teleport, then she’d just wasted time that they could have used to squeeze through the tunnels. And in that time, the lead Changeling and her own chest had gotten noticeably bigger. The longer they waited, the harder leaving would get. And the lead Changeling was writhing and wriggling and clearly attempting to hold herself back.

“Y-yes, momma,” she groaned. “Um, b-but... I don’t know if I can concentrate enough to cast the spell.”

“Oh.” Well, shit. “What about you two? Can you teleport her?”

“W-well,” said one of the two remaining normal sized changelings. “The, um. The boss is the strongest of us.”

“Maybe if we worked together we could manage it?” said the other.

“Try that, then.”

“Yes’m,” both girls said in unison.

“In the meantime, you should start attempting to get out on your own.”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

With that, everyone got to work. The lead Changeling manoeuvred as best as she was capable of given the increasingly limited space, turning around and crawling into the tunnel. The good news was that, it seemed, her growth had slowed down – either due to her own holding back or due to only having so much Derpy Milk in her system. The bad news was that it was too late. She’d gotten just big enough that her big fat ass couldn’t fit into the tunnel. The two other Changelings immediately got to work attempting to push her through while also attempting to cast the teleportation spell. Derpy sighed, rolling her eyes in mild exasperation before joining in. 

The effort turned out to be in vain. Thankfully, the two normal Changelings managed to get the teleportation magic to work, and with a flash of green fire they found themselves in a forest, just outside a cave set into a small hill that was, presumably, the entrance to the underground lair. “Ugh. That was a bit of a buzzkill.”

“We’re probably going to have to expand the tunnels,” said one of the smaller Changelings – Derpy felt bad that she couldn’t really tell them apart. Considering that this arrangement was... well, not permanent, but at least long-term, she’d probably have to rectify that at some point. “If this is any indication, we’re going to need the extra space.”

“If it helps, the growth is, ah, temporary.”

“Yes, but if you’re going to be helping with the, ah, repopulation effort, then we were going to have to expand the hive anyway. And, um, if this is any indication...” the poor thing trailed off nervously. Derpy supposed that she had a bit of a point there. Ever since the incident with Twilight, Derpy’s milk had gotten exceptionally nutritious. Even normal ponies ended up very large and very fertile or virile or both when they drank it. And given that the lead Changeling seemed to be something like ten, maybe fifteen feet tall at the moment, it was clearly especially effective on Changelings.

Which had several ramifications on the general plan they had going on of using Derpy to breed up a new hive. How much would her genetics influence the babies? Would they all grow up to be as ridiculously endowed as her? Or more ridiculously endowed? Would this result in a hive of Changelings on the scale that the lead Changeling was at right now but as a baseline? Or bigger, Derpy thought, remembering that it was entirely possible that she wasn’t done growing yet. To say nothing of the fact that they were probably going to be breastfeeding. From her. When she’d breastfed Sparkler and Dinky, that had all been pre-incident. Yes, her breasts still had the whole “they grow when she breastfeeds” thing going on, but they’d not had the ridiculous levels of nutrition that resulted in growth. So she had no idea what the long-term effects would be, especially on not-yet-fully-grown babies. So not only was the hive going to have a lot more members than its current five in the very near future, but there was the very real possibility that they were going to be very large new members.

Which, she had to admit, was kinda stupidly hot.

“Well, okay, now that we’ve got that nonsense out of the way, let’s get to the good bit.”

“Um. About that,” the lead Changeling said, twiddling nervously in a way that really didn’t match her raw size. “Are you sure you can, you know, handle this?” She gestured at her member, which was very large.

“Don’t underestimate me, dear,” Derpy replied simply. “I’ll have you know that us ponies are notoriously stretchy~”

“Right...” She was clearly not particularly convinced, but she just as clearly seemed resigned to the fact that she was gonna hafta just go along with it anyway. She didn’t have a choice in the matter – this whole thing came part and parcel with Derpy’s presence. And Derpy was essentially mandatory. Nopony else was quite so... fertile as she was, or at least nopony within a reasonable range who was also at all likely to go along with the scheme. And so they kind of had to deal with the side-effects and with Derpy’s kinks. They didn’t have much of a choice.

“Let’s get started, then,” Derpy said, paying no mind to the obvious internal conflict. Trying to convince her to just go along with it was clearly not going to work. Better to just force the issue. “Lie down,” she ordered.

“Y-yes, momma.” The lead Changeling did so, blushing and flustered all the way. The poor thing had very clearly bit off more than she had intended to chew. Likely she’d just planned on quickly putting a few eggs in Derpy and then harvesting milk for a bit until the hive could stand on its own. As far as Derpy was concerned, though, this way was more fun. She sauntered her way over to the prone fifteen foot amazon, wiggling her hips with every step. Though, granted, given that her tits currently practically reached her knees, it was almost certain that the lead Changeling couldn’t see that. But it also made her boobs jiggle, which was probably enough. And anyway she could feel the other two Changelings’ eyes on her rear, which was nice. After all, Derpy loved being looked at. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity down her spine and made her tits swell another cup size or so (in so far as cup sizes were even a thing that applied to her anymore).

Derpy licked her lips and closed the remaining distance. She straddled the lead Changeling’s head, boobs hanging pendulously in the larger woman’s face and ass mere inches from her cock. “Don’t worry, just let Momma Derpy handle everything~”

Derpy had, at this point, gotten very practised at having sex with ponies who were much larger than she was. The motions she needed to make were practically second nature to her at this point. She bent her knees leaning forward and sliding back at the same time. The end result was the lead Changeling’s shaft easily sliiiiiiding its way inside of her while her chest smothered her at the same time.

The effect was immediate. “Mmmmmmm!” The lead Changeling made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a muffled scream as whatever attempts she was making to hold back her growth completely faltered and she lurched bigger again and again. Derpy could feel herself being stretched well beyond what she’d ever taken before in her life, and this was just the fucking flare. The lead Changeling bucked and writhed and moaned beneath her, hurtling off the edge and erupting with climax.

The force of the sheer volume of cum was enough to dislodge the shaft from Derpy. That was disappointing at first, but she quickly found herself not minding that because clearly she’d gotten enough in her that it had stuck. She’d been pregnant enough that she could recognize how it felt, though admittedly it had taken more than a few seconds for her previous pregnancies to reach that point. There was a warmth, a fullness, a weight in the pit of her stomach as her brood began to form. Okay, admittedly it being a brood was also a significant difference from usual pregnancies. She pulled back, resting against the lead Changeling’s pillowy chest and sliding her hands under her own hefty milkers so she could rub her belly as it swelled with new life.

And swelled. And swelled. It normally didn’t move so quickly, and it certainly didn’t get so big. Within a matter of seconds she looked like fuckin’ octomom nine months in. And she was still fucking growing.

“Mn, you two,” she said, gesturing with her head in the vague direction of the other two Changelings. “Don’t just stand there. Get over here and rub Momma’s belly and maybe she’ll let you suck her tits.”

“Yes, momma!” both girls said in perfect unison, rushing forward to do exactly that. They practically climbed on top of her, crawling all over her body and enthusiastically attempting to rub every god damn inch at once. She lay back and just let them do their thing, revelling in the sensation of getting bigger.

“Mmm,” she moaned, nestling back into the lead Changeling’s cleavage. “It’s good to be the queen~”
Snowed In

Julianna did not, historically, have good luck with vacations. Her little trip to the big city had been... well, the majority of it had been unpleasant. There’d been that one bit near the end where it had been very much not unpleasant. But that was very clearly an outlier. She couldn’t exactly count on randomly stumbling on sexy strangers who were capable of duplicating themselves and into being eaten alive every time she went to the big city. Especially considering that she had apparently been a prostitute? Roxie was cute and all, but Julianna wasn’t exactly the type to shell out for a night, as it were.

So the next time she went on vacation, she was very adamant that she would be the one deciding where she went. Which, in retrospect, made the current situation worse than it already was. At least with the city she had someone to blame. This, though? This was a hell of her own making. The logic had been to pick somewhere that she was certain she’d enjoy. No urban environment this time, no. She was going somewhere with nature. A small lodge in a national park in the northern Rockies, just south of the Canadian border. Far enough away from home that her boss couldn’t complain that she wasn’t getting out, but still very much within her comfort zone. Quiet and out of the way, just her and nature and maybe some other guests.

Or at least that was the logic. The problem was that, in practice, she’d not taken the time of year into account. It was November. In the northern Rockies. She had arrived exactly in time for a massive fucking blizzard to leave her trapped in the lodge. Which, in and of itself, was tolerable. It was disappointing, to be sure, that she couldn’t go hiking. It was too cold and snowy to be safe. But they had plenty of food stored up, and the view from her bedroom window was gorgeous. She couldn’t help but be a little stir crazy, but on its own that was something she could deal with. She was used to staying in the same place, completely alone, for long periods of time.

The problem, then, was that she wasn’t alone.

There were, of course, the people who actually worked at the lodge. They, at least, were fine. Probably mostly because they were paid to be fine. Interacting with stir-crazy guests in a way that didn’t drive them insane was literally a part of their job description. No, the problem was the other guests. It seemed that, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get away from fucking college kids. Literally – it seemed like an entire fraternity and an entire sorority had both decided to vacation at this specific lodge and spend the entire time fucking like rabbits. Loudly. At all hours. Julianna hadn’t gotten a proper, restful sleep in days, now, and the snow showed no signs of letting up any time soon.

“How’re ya’ doin’?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Julianna grumbled.

“Still? Ah, well, you’re from Kentucky, right?”

“Yeah.”

“People from the South tend to struggle to adapt to the cold. Do ya’ want me to getcha some more blankets?”

“I don’t think that’d help.”

“Well, how about some hot chocolate. Nothing warms you up like hot chocolate.”

“Oof, that’d really not help.”

“Oh, trust me, it will!”

Julianna sighed. She leaned back, draping herself over the couch and looking at the person she was talking with. Her name was, if she recalled correctly, Sugar Cookie and she was apparently a dragon? Specifically an Eastern Dragon, though Julianna was a bit ashamed to admit that she probably wouldn’t have known that had she not been told. She was only sort of aware that Eastern Dragons were a thing before meeting one in person. This was also the only dragon she’d ever met in person. She’d thought dragons were typically very, very large – like in the miles, at least, when not using compression spells. But Sugar was shorter than she was. Of course, on the other hand, as far as she knew that only applied to Dragon dragons, as opposed to any of the subtypes.

She was, at least, Canadian, which lined up with what Julianna knew about dragons. She was also very, very fluffy. Soft and warm, or at least she looked it, with big boopable paws rather than hands. Which, really, was probably very inconvenient for her. But, well, they were cute.

“It’s not that I’m cold,” Julianna said wearily. “Just... A bit of indigestion.” That was a lie, but it was close enough to the truth, technically. She was having issues with her stomach, but it wasn’t indigestion so much as it was annoyance. The other guests were being very, very loud and obnoxious and inconsiderate, and when Julianna got annoyed, she got hungry. That, as much as the loud sex noises, was what was keeping her awake.

It might have also led to her dealing with the issue, which she sort of regretted now that she’d done it. But, well, she couldn’t exactly take it back now, could she?

“Mm, you definitely look like you’re having some digestion problems, eh? Lotsa bloating.”

“That’s an understatement.” Julianna’s stomach was, to put it bluntly, distended. Honestly, even that didn’t quite do it justice. It looked like she could fit an entire fucking household’s worth of people in there if she wanted. It was lumpy and uneven, almost seeming to writhe slightly as if whatever was in there was trying to escape.

“Okay, I getcha. Adding more stuff on toppa’ all that will just make things worse. But I still want to give you a hand with that, ya’ know?”

“Just give me some time to digest and I’ll be fine,” Julianna replied with a dismissive wave.

“Well, how about I give you a hand with that?”

“I think I’m good.”

“You don’t sound good, hon.”

“Oogh.” Julianna was loath to admit it, but Sugar had a point. She wasn’t good. This was hardly the most she’d ever eaten in one sitting, but usually it took a bit longer than she’d given it. So she’d gone on a bit of a rampage, sue her. Maybe the college kids shoulda been a bit more considerate of how fucking thin the walls were. Granted, on the other hand, she was the one who hadn’t just stopped at the ones responsible for keeping her awake. In her defence on that front, someone would have noticed that four of their fellow students had gone missing and the squirrel was conspicuously larger by about four people’s worth. So her impulsive decision to eat just about every fucking other person in the lodge was totally justified in retrospect. Totally.

But, well, as she’d already stated, she was kind of coming to regret eating all of the college kids in one fell swoop at all. Partially because they’d not really done as much to justify it as her usual victims? But mostly because her stomach couldn’t quite keep up with the raw number of people she’d consumed without taking a moment to digest in between people. It typically took a while for her digestive system to get revved up. Once it got going she could basically consume to her heart’s content, but she needed to get it going first. And this time she hadn’t. Hence the indigestion. Her gut made loud, angry noises – most of which came from her, she was fairly certain, though at least a couple were probably the muffled cries of her meal.

Of course, Julianna could handle it. It’d be unpleasant for a bit, but once she got going her biggest concern would be fitting in the lodge. “I- urp.” Her further objections were interrupted by more loud noises from her stomach and a series of burps and hiccups.

“I’m told I give a mean bellyrub.”

She probably would give a mean bellyrub, Julianna supposed. She looked to be very, very soft, and she had those big, soft paws of hers. Honestly, Julianna didn’t even really particularly object to a bellyrub. It was just a bit weird to get one from a complete stranger was all. And there was also the fact that Sugar Cookie didn’t seem quite aware of what, exactly, was going on. Julianna didn’t want to risk her freaking out over the fact that she’d eaten all the other guests. But, well, Sugar was being very insistent and she didn’t want to draw attention to the situation. “... Okay. Fine. Just try and be quick about it, okay?”

“There, was that so hard? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better in a jiffy!” Sugar circled around the couch, positioning herself in between Julianna and the roaring fireplace. “Just relax and let me handle the rest.” She moved slowly, approaching with something that almost resembled caution? Which had the squirrel worried, very briefly, that the hints of trepidation were the result of Sugar being aware of why Julianna’s stomach was quite so large right now.

That worry was washed away when Sugar placed her paws on Julianna’s stomach and began to gently rub. They were, as she had predicted, extremely soft. It probably didn’t help that Julianna, as full as she was, was also a bit oversensitive. The natural result of her stomach being as stretched out as it was. Each individual pad was like a tiny point of pleasure that radiated throughout her body. She bit her lip and tried very hard not to moan – this whole situation was already kinda weird without her getting horny from it.

That attempt at restraint was also pretty quickly thrown out the window as Sugar slooooowly moved forward, pressing her entire god damn body against Julianna. Her fur was, it turned out, just as soft as her beans. And, considering that she was only five feet tall, she did an admirable job of covering just about every god damn inch of tum – or at least it fucking felt like it. This time she completely failed to stifle a moan as she came. “A-ahn~”

“There, see, I toldja. Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Mnffff,” was all that Julianna could manage in reply. Her mind was currently somewhat occupied with how good she felt. Her hips rocked and rolled as best as they could underneath the bulk of her big, round stomach. That was a good sign – it was no longer lumpy, which meant that her digestion had progressed. The gurgling noises got louder and angrier, and her hiccups and burps came more frequently and louder.

“Look, your bloating’s already starting to go down.”

And, meanwhile, everything else had started to get bigger. Slowly at first, but with every inch of size the next inch came quicker. The bigger she was, the less there was to digest and the more of her there was to do the digesting. Her muscles and boobs and butt all swelled bigger, too, as was the norm for this kind of situation. And all the while she kept right on cumming, too. It had almost devolved into a routine – not that she minded that. It was a pleasant routine, especially in comparison to the earlier indigestion.

Eventually, Julianna finished growing. She wasn’t entirely sure how big she was or how long it had taken, and honestly didn’t really care. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere anytime soon, what with the snow. “There we go, back to normal. You okay?”

“Yeah, uh. Yeah. I’m much better now, thanks,” Julianna replied, blushing furiously and trying not to think about the broken couch beneath her giant ass and big, fluffy tail.

“Hey, no problem!” Sugar said, resting on Julianna’s navel. She couldn’t actually see her right now, though, given the massive wall of boobs. “Why don’t you see if you can grab a nap, I’m gonna go grab some hot chocolate.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice,” Julianna replied. Now that she’d finished digesting and now that the noises were dealt with, she found herself feeling just how tired she was. Besides, It was gonna take a while for all this size to go away.

Hopefully the blizzard would last until then. It could be a while.