The logistics of being Alexandria Blackscale in day to day life were, on the whole, far more complicated than she would have preferred. The city was generally pretty good at accommodating for non-standard bodyplans, your taurs and your macros and what not. But Allie was... Significantly more nonstandard than the average. It was an inherent result of her lineage. Her mother was half djinni, and her “father” was half hecatoncheir, so was it any wonder that she was a bit of a mess? On the one side she had a genie, which left her with weird, rayman-y limbs – that is to say, no limbs at all, just floating detached hands and feet. That also applied to the wings she got from her dad, and to her bushy squirrel tails (plural), and technically her head also came off but she generally preferred to keep it in place. And speaking of her plural tails, the hundred-armed giant quarter of her left her with three of the things, along with fourteen total limbs. Two wings, three pairs of hands, and three pairs of feet.

The end result was that getting around was surprisingly complicated and often resulted in her losing multiple fucking appendages on the way from point A to point B. It wasn’t exactly a big deal to magically teleport the wayward extremities back to her, but god dammit it was the principle of the thing. No one liked getting to class only to find one of their left feet got caught in a grate somewhere on the way. Or, at least, no genies did. And that wasn’t even getting into the fact that she had fourteen fucking limbs. She was hardly the only person in the world with six arms (or “arms”) – hell, she wasn’t even the only squirrel with six arms on campus. And she also wasn’t the only person with six “legs”. But the key difference was that most folks with extra legs were taurs. Allie was not a taur. Frankly, if it weren’t for the rayman limb thing she probably wouldn’t be able to walk at all without her legs getting in the way of each other. And even as it was, her lower body was about as cluttered as a set of six floating feet could possibly get. 

And that wasn’t even getting into the size problem. Genies were technically a variety of demon and thus tended to be natural macro, and hecatoncheirs were specifically giants. But the real problem was that both her parents were only half genie and half hecatoncheir – the other half, for both of them, was dragon. And she didn’t see the need to clarify that Dragons Are Big. That was just common fucking knowledge. She needed to use compression spells in order to actually fit anywhere. She generally settled on being six feet tall (sort of; the genie limbs complicated measuring height, but she had the proportions of someone who would be six feet tall or so if they had non-genie limbs). But her natural height was closer to ten thousand feet. And that wasn’t factoring in, well, certain other things about her that were big.

Allie wasn’t a taur, but her “father” absolutely was. And the thing about taurs was that they tended to have much bigger dicks than non-taurs. And so while she’d not inherited the bodyplan, she’d sure as fuck inherited the underslung cannon. She had to wear a magic cockring specifically enchanted to keep it at a manageable size relative to her own current height. Without the extra magic, it was more than twice her height. Around fifteen feet at her normal height; uncompressed it was... well, big. Compression magic, at least, made all of that tolerable to deal with, and she had recently managed to find a part-time job that took advantage of her raw size. But it was still inconvenient. And so when she got home she kind of just wanted to go to sleep for a very, very long time.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. She opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of sound; He’s a Pirate, at maximum volume. “I swear you do this on purpose.”

“Do what on purpose?” Pria said, voice oozing false sincerity.

“Like okay you dress like a pirate. Fucking fine, whatever, it’s not like I’ve got the most normal fashion sense in the world. But, like, you do know there’s other movies besides Pirates of the Caribbean, right?”

“I’m aware.”

“Okay then could you maybe like at least watch one of those sometime?”

“It’s this or Muppets Treasure Island. And, if I recall correctly, your exact words the last time I watched that were that if you had to hear Professional Pirate one more time you would lock my head in your underwear drawer for a week.”

“There have got to be other pirate movies besides those two,” Allie groused.

“Oh, absolutely. But I can’t watch just any movie. I’ve gotta put careful consideration into my choice of entertainment, you know? Don’t want to be inconsiderate to my housemate.”

“Oh my god you are doing it on purpose you absolute bitch.”

“Hey, now, if anything, I implied the opposite. Now shut up and sit down, I made extra popcorn and it’s just getting to the good bit.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” They bickered, and Allie really did wish that Pria would maybe at least turn the volume down and let her nap, but ultimately they were friends. They wouldn’t be living together if they weren’t. They’d met ages ago, in high school, and had a sort of friendly rivalry going ever since. It was only natural that they ended up sharing an apartment off-campus together. Initially, they had lived on-campus, but... well, there were a lot of factors into why they moved in together. Allie was a dragon, if only partly, and her job was extremely lucrative and so she had money to burn. Pria, meanwhile was just rich. Her family was absurdly wealthy and gave her an extremely generous allowance, and so she had more money than sense. But, at the same time, Allie was part dragon which made her inherently frugal, and Pria... well, Pria had other things she wanted to spend her money on. So it only made sense for them to split the rent so long as they could stand living together.

Which, granted, wasn’t exactly guaranteed. Pria had some very annoying habits, the least of which was watching the same pirate movies over and over and over again at the most inconvenient times for Allie. As the squirrel circled around the couch to take up a spot on the other side, she was reminded of one annoying habit in particular. “Could you maybe consider putting some clothes on?”

“Nah.”

“Ugh.”

Now, granted, Pria going nude wasn’t the end of the world in and of itself. It wasn’t like she was ugly or anything. On the contrary, actually, she was quite attractive, weird pirate aesthetic aside. She had a very sleek look to her, being an otter, although the wide hips and fat tits kind of undermined that. Not that Allie was going to complain about fat tits, of course. No one in their right mind would object to fat tits. And anyway, it was technically half her house. So long as she put in the effort to be decent when they had guests, Allie couldn’t really justify demanding she put clothes on at all times. It wasn’t like she had anything Allie’d not seen before. Hell, it wasn’t like they’d not fucked before.

No, the problem wasn’t Pria being naked. It was how she was naked. She was, as established, kind of an eccentric weirdo. Beyond the pirate clothes, She had... certain expensive hobbies, as rich people are wont to do.

“Okay so like how do you eat popcorn without arms?”

“Very carefully.”

Specifically, her expensive hobby was extensive biomechanical cybernetic augmentations. Apparently the only original part of her body left was her actual literal brain – everything else was either metal, plastic, vat-grown flesh, or some combination of the three. Even her fucking eyepatch (yes, she wore a fucking eyepatch) was actually basically just an eye. She could wear it on either eye or not at all if the wanted and still see better than someone with normal, biological eyes, because her eyes were cybernetic anyway. But, again, she was an eccentric weirdo. The eyepatch was Aesthetic, just like her purple bandana (the only article of clothing she was wearing) and the jewel-encrusted skull and the actual literal real-ass fucking pirate cutlass she owned.

Also, not only was everything artificial, everything came off. She had an extensive collection of spares for just about every body part you could imagine. Arms, legs, torsos, taursos, ass, tits, cocks, everything, in all kinds of shapes and sizes for just about every imaginable occasion. They even responded to magic in the same way normal organic limbs would. Allie knew this because she’d seen it in action – again, they had absolutely fucked. Pria generally preferred technological solutions, but she reluctantly admitted that after a point hyper and macro prosthesis just weren’t practical.

She also, relevantly, was perfectly capable of going in the opposite direction. Technically the only thing that wasn’t optional was her brain, though usually the lowest she went was head and torso. Which was the case at the moment. She was nestled comfortably on top of a pile of cushions, leaning against the couch, with a bottle of soda wedged in between her tits that she occasionally sipped from using a straw and a bowl of popcorn beside her. “That can’t possibly be convenient.”

“You’d be surprised at how optional arms are if you’re good enough at magic.”

“Don’t you need to snap your fingers to do magic?”

“That’s mostly for show. Shouldn’t you already know that? You’re a genie, genies do magic shit.”

“Eh.” Allie had never really been all that invested in learning magic. Considering her heritage, she had more than the bare minimum of natural aptitude, and she’d tried. But, well, even as a half dragon, getting good at magic was hard. And thanks to her heritage she could mostly get away with just improvising, so she’d just... given up. “I still don’t see any reason to go armless if you’ve got the choice.”

“It’s relaxing,” Pria replied matter-of-factly.

“I cannot fathom that being the case.”

“Well, I mean, you could pretty easily try it out yourself. You’re already basically halfway there.”

“My limbs don’t really work the way yours do, babe,” Allie replied with a shrug. “I guess I could have them walk into the other room or something? But it’s not really the same, you know?”

“Why not try, like, locking ‘em in a closet or something.”

“Enh.”

“Aren’t you, like, a little curious?”

“A little, yeah, but not enough to figure out how to lock my hands and feet and tails in a closet without leaving a few behind.”

“Oh my god I will literally do it for you.”

“I won’t stop you,” Allie said with a shrug. “That’s gonna be difficult to do without arms and legs, though.”

“I can put ‘em back on, mate.”

“... Okay, fair enough. De-limb away, then?”

“Hup!” Pria lurched her torso forward, and as she did a set of limbs came flying from out of nowhere, attaching themselves to the correct spots exactly in time to prevent her from falling. Slender, feminine arms; long legs with thick thighs; and a tail that nestled nicely between grey-furred asscheeks. “Hold still.”

“Yes, master,” Allie replied, rolling her eyes as the redheaded otter collected her hands and feet and tails. “Do you really need to take my tails?”

“It’s an important part of the process. Why d’ye think I didn’t have one until now? ‘sides, they kinda get in the way.”

“Fair enough.”

“I’ll be right back, just give me a minute, tops.”

“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.” She didn’t bother pausing the movie, Allie noted. Not really surprising; it wasn’t like she’d not seen the fucking thing enough times to recite it from memory. She kinda wished she had though, because it was still at max fucking volume and something about Orlando Bloom filled her with an instinctual disgust. Elves tended to have that effect on people, though she wasn’t gonna deny that he was kind of handsome and a decent enough actor. Just, you know. Elf.

Weirdly, Pria seemed to be right? Allie found herself just a little more at ease than she had been. All the stresses of work and school and losing her left foot again seemed to just sort of melt away. Whether that was the direct result of the lack of limbs? She couldn’t say for sure, correlation doesn’t automatically mean causation and all that. But on the other hand, it sure did correlate pretty well, especially considering the aforementioned loud-ass movie. She still wasn’t entirely sure why not having any limbs would be this weirdly meditative, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Pria was, in fact, only gone for about a minute. Hell, barely even that much time passed before she sauntered back into the living room. She was, pointedly, still fucking naked aside from the bandana and the eyepatch (which, honestly, didn’t even really count as clothing). Allie hadn’t expected her to put clothes on, though it would have been nice. But, well, Allie found herself with greater concerns than Pria’s nudity. The curvaceous otter confidently made her way to stand in front of the TV, legs spread, hands on her hips, and a big shit eating grin on her face as Allie found her eyes drawn to the three golden rings she had on her arm.

“I’ve plundered some booty!”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

Every genie had an item. That was a part of what made them genies, rather than just run-of-the-mill demons. An externalized expression of their magic, different for every individual genie. Lamps were common, her mother had a bottle, her half sphinx aunt got a canopic jar of all things. And Allie had a ring. More specifically, she had several rings. Genies were inherently very protective of their items for obvious reasons, and Allie protected hers by keeping it on her at all times, along with several dummy rings to throw off people from the real one. Of course, that didn’t help if the person knew that the real ring was one of the ones around the bases of your tails because you, an idiot, had fucking told them that in spite of the fact that they had a history of being an enormous fucking troll.

The thing about genie items, and the reason why genies put as much effort into ensuring that no one else got their hands on them, was that if someone did get their hands on a genie’s item they became that genie’s Master for as long as they held it. And when someone is a genie’s Master, that genie is compelled to obey their every order – especially ones prefaced by “I wish.” No matter what that order might be.

And, right now, Pria was wearing it as a fucking bangle.

“You know, Master, if you wanted to fuck you coulda just asked.”

“This way’s more fun, though. See, you’re even calling me Master!”

“You don’t need to steal my ring to get me to call you master in bed, Master.”

“It’s not the same. Ye don’t even capitalize it!”

“How can you even tell the difference we’re speaking.”

“That’s enough backtalk.”

“Yes, Master,” Allie replied through gritted teeth.

“Now, what should I do with my new toy?” Pria took on an almost comically exaggerated thinking pose, tapping her foot and placing a finger on her chin which she also tapped. “Oh, I know!”

Pria made her way over to the couch with a series of confident struts, rocking her hips back and forth with every step, intentionally moving slowly to drag things out as much as possible – because, again, massive troll. “Let’s skip the bullshit and get right to the good bit, shall we? I could use a nice, big dick in me~”

That wasn’t too bad, Allie supposed. She’d prefer not to skip the foreplay but honestly it was a lot less of an imposition than she’d been expecting. Just, like, sex. Plain, vanilla fuckin’, albeit plain vanilla fuckin’ where one of the parties was just a torso.

Of course, the instant she thought that, Pria reached into her harem panties and just sort of took her dick. “Oi!”

“Don’t talk back to your Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.”

Honestly, Allie didn’t even really mind the idea of Pria taking her dick and using it as a dildo so long as she was aware in advance and didn’t do it while Allie was trying to do something important. The problem here was less what was happening and more the environment surrounding what was happening. The fact that Pria had taken her Ring rather than just saying “hey mind if I lock your limbs in the closet and then dom you for a bit?”

And also the fact that Pirates of the Caribbean was still fucking going in the background. It was just a little distracting, was all. She was much more interested in what Pria was doing, but no matter how much the otter monopolized her attention, the antics of Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom was still there in the background, lurking in the back of her mind like an itch on a part of her back that she couldn’t reach. Which wasn’t really a situation she’d ever found herself in but still, the point stood that it was kinda hard for her to get it up at the moment.

Though, on the other paw, Pria was certainly doing her level best to really monopolize Allie’s attention. She shot the genie a smouldering look as she knelt down in front of the TV, lifting the still-flaccid draconic meat up to her face. She placed one of the balls in her mouth, gently sucking on it while she squeezed the other one with one hand, using the other to stroke the shaft, just above the cockring. “A-ahn!”

Pria frowned, just slightly. “I said I wanted to skip the bullshit. Hurry up and get hard for me, slut.”

“Y-yessssssssss, Mastaaaaaaaaaah~” The instant the words left Pria’s mouth, her cock snapped to full attention. Six inches of soft meat to a full rock-hard foot and a half with a fist-sized throbbing knot just above the cockring in point five seconds. The pale brown length throbbed and pulsed and erupted with thick gouts of precum that painted Pria’s face and the TV alike. Which had the amusing side-effect of very briefly making it look like they were watching a Johnny Depp sex tape.

“Ah, little bit ahead of ourselves. Precum’s fine, but don’t you dare cum just yet.”

“Mnnnn, yes, M-masterrrrrrr.” It was difficult to respond, considering her engine had gone from ‘kind of horny’ to ‘well beyond 11’ in an instant. Thinking was difficult. Talking doubly so. But, well, her Master had given an order, and Allie had to respond. So she did. And, as horny as she was, Pria had ordered her not to cum. So she wouldn’t cum, not until Master told her to. Even if she didn’t want to, her body had to obey.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be allowed to cum shortly. Just let me get you in me and I’ll give the order~” Pria sloooowly moved the shaft downwards, making sure to put her tongue on it in the process in order to incidentally give it a nice, long lick. God, it felt good. She paused once she reached the top, giving special attention to the flared head. Licking and sucking while she squeezed and groped at the shaft and balls.

“A-aaaaahn, wh-what the fuck happened to skipping the bullshit?”

“And let all this delicious precum go to waste? I don’t think so, matey~” She continued to tease Allie’s flare, doing an admirable job of not spilling anything considering the sheer volume of precum. She could see the thick bulges travelling down her slender throat. “Master’s gonna milk her pet slut for all she’s worth~”

Allie grimaced. It felt good, yes. But, well, generally she preferred to be in charge of the situation. She wasn’t completely averse to playing the sub. But usually when she subbed, she chose to sub. The key issue here was that her agency had been completely removed. She didn’t mind a little teasing, but this was too much. She couldn’t even cum without Master’s permission.

And oh fuck, would she have cum by now if it weren’t for that. Several times. Copiously. Her hips rocked and bucked on their own, or at least as best as they could given she was currently a torso. Her cock throbbed angrily in Pria’s hands. And, most pointedly, her balls lurched bigger with every unspent load. “Well, shiver my timbers, someone’s productive. These have to be almost the size of my head.”

“Mnnnnngggg~”

“Make that bigger than my head!” Pria grinned eagerly as she finally resumed the shaft’s downward movement. “Good. I want everything you can give me.”

“Y-yesssssss, Masterrrrrrr~” Allie found it harder and harder to think about how undignified this whole situation was, the frankly massive betrayal of trust that had occurred, or anything other than the fact that she needed to cum now or she was going to fucking explode. Possibly literally – the only times she’d ever been this insanely pent up in the past, there’d been active magical interference going on with that express result in mind. Other than that, she’d never gotten so horny her balls had grown bigger than her head and was pretty sure they weren’t meant to do that. “M-master, please let me cuuuuummmmm~”

“It’s almost time, be patient.” Pria pressed the shaft against her moist entrance and Allie couldn’t even slightly stifle a needy moan. “Oh, one thing?”

“Mnnn, wh-what is it, Maaaaaster?”

“Call me Cap’n instead of Master.”

“Absolutely not, Master.”

“Oh come on, you have to obey me.”

“I literally couldn’t not call you Master even if I wanted to, Master. And believe me, I don’t want to call you Cap’n. Not in a million fuckin’ years.”

“Fine, fine, fair enough.” Pria shrugged. “Can’t blame me for tryin’.” Before Allie could respond, Pria grinned smugly and inserted the shaft into her soaking wet puss. The only thing Allie could manage was a wordless noise of pleasure. The pirate otter moved slowly, agonizingly so, fractions of an inch at a time. Allie took a moment to cringe at the fact that she could describe her as ‘the pirate otter’, but only a moment – as established, she had more pressing concerns. “Mnnn, you’re fuckin’ bigger ‘n I remember.” God, she was so fucking tight. Her insides undulated, physically pulling more and more of Allie in faster than she herself was doing so. Clearly her body was about as tired of the teasing as Allie was. Though it still wasn’t as fast as Allie’d prefer. And it felt so good that she hit a few more not-actually-climaxes and her balls went from head-sized to head-and-a-half. They were so full it actually almost hurt.

“M-master, please!”

“Mnnn, fine. We’ve both waited long enough.” With that, Pria slammed the cock all the rest of the way in, ending with a wet pop as she hit the knot. It was big enough that Allie could see a vague outline of it in the otter’s abdomen. “Cum.”

And Allie came. Although, really, that was something of an understatement. It wasn’t an ordinary orgasm – it was several orgasms, roughly a head and a half’s worth per nut, condensed into one colossal eruption. The end result was that Pria found herself well and truly blorted. Like she was nine months pregnant in one god damn go, which was frankly a good look for her.

“Blow me the fuck down,” Pria said, breathing heavily and rubbing her gravid gut. “That’d better not be all you’ve got in ya’, mate.”

“You know damn well it isn’t, Master.”

“Good.” Pria licked her lips hungrily. “Because that was just foreplay.”

“No it fucking wasn’t, don’t lie,” Allie retorted tersely, and just a bit out of breath. She was, slowly, managing to reclaim just a little bit of coherency after having several orgasms’ worth of climax in one go.

“Round one, then. The point is that we’re nowhere near done.”

“That was one hell of a round one.”

“I can keep going. And I know for a fact that you can keep going.”

“With all due respect, Master, I imagine that’s gonna be getting in the way.” Allie gestured towards Pria’s distended gut as best as she could without any limbs.

“Oh, this? Pfft, don’t worry. I’ve got contingencies for this.” Once again, she plastered a shit-eating grin on her face. “You might not be able to tell just by looking at it, but this is actually a new body! With a cool new feature!”

“Okay cool.” Allie rolled her eyes. That answered a few questions – this wouldn’t be the first time Pria had used sex to show off a shiny new prosthesis with a shiny new feature. Hell, given the exact context, she could probably even hazard a guess as to what the new feature was.

Sure enough, Pria’s stomach let out a low, wet, grumbling growl. “Ah, it’s starting. Short version then. Basically it can metabolize protein really, really efficiently.” Allie elected not to question how she was digesting cum that had been cummed into her cunt and not her digestive system. Though, honestly, she probably didn’t really even have a separate reproductive and digestive system, knowing her. She didn’t intend on having a baby anytime soon and so probably every hole just led directly to whatever it was that digested things. “It also, mnnn, it also directs that protein to- urp!”

Somewhat unsurprisingly, Pria didn’t manage to finish her explanation before the digestion kicked in. Which was fine, because Allie had already figured out exactly what the new feature did; convert Cum into Big. Again, it wouldn’t be the first time Pria had bought a new body that could do some variation of that. Her stomach churned loudly, to the point where it almost seemed to visibly undulate. “Oh fuck this part- urp!- this part feels goooooooood~”

Allie did not need to be told that it felt good. After all, her dick was still extremely inside the otter’s box. She could physically feel how much Pria was enjoying digesting her output. And it felt good, good enough to set her off again – though, thankfully, at a more reasonable volume. Not enough to make any kind of visible difference, especially with Pria’s digestion kicking into high gear. The otter burped and hiccuped and rubbed her swollen belly as it got louder and louder, while simultaneously getting smaller and smaller.

It was also the only part of her that was getting smaller. Shocking. With every burp, every hiccup, every gurgle, her body inched larger and larger and larger all over. Unsurprisingly, her boobs and butt seemed to get a disproportionate amount of extra size, because of course they did. Big and round and soft getting bigger and rounder and softer. She pawed at her tits as they slowly but inexorably approached twice the size of her head, hips rocking and bucking as the undulations of her cunt got more irregular. “Oh-oh fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna- gonna cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm~”

Pria’s climax was enough to push Allie over the edge. Again. Several times. Thankfully, the otter hadn’t thought to order her not to cum again, because with just how much she ended up cumming it would have been agonizing. Not enough to leave Pria cumflated (again), but enough that she probably would have left Pria cumflated were the otter still the same size. She twitched and writhed, her involuntary movements causing her to slide over onto her side. “A-ack! Help me!”

“Give me a second to recover, matey.”

“Oh my god don’t call me that,” Allie muttered as she attempted to wiggle herself back upright. “Anyway, this is your fault so the least you could do is help me back upright!”

“I’m getting to it, I’m getting to it. It’s not my fault you’re so fucking fattening, okay?”

“Excuse you.”

“I’m just a little bit overwhelmed.”

“Bullshit.”

“Look, I just needed to catch my breath, that’s all. See? I’m already pretty much recovered, you just needed to be a bit patient.” Slowly, Pria stood up. And up and up. There was a lot of her to stand up – her head was very nearly brushing the ceiling. Which was extra impressive when you consider that they had splurged on housing with an extra high ceilings. Given Allie’s species and both of their tastes in sex, they had tacitly agreed that it was an important enough investment that not having high ceilings was practically a dealbreaker. A full on macro apartment was, unfortunately, just a bit more than either of them was really willing to spend, even collectively. So they had settled on a mere fifteen feet of clearance. It was still enough for Allie to be able to decompress a little if she felt like it. And considering her lack of limbs, fifteen feet actually went quite a long way. Nowhere near enough to completely decompress, but luckily her new job had given her contingencies for if she (or Pria) ever felt like getting really big.

Which meant that Pria was also currently around fifteen feet tall. Possibly slightly less, but Allie was generally willing to fudge fractions of an inch when it came to this kind of thing. She might as well have been fifteen feet tall. Idly, she removed Allie’s penis – which was now, proportionally speaking, significantly less filling. One and a half feet meant a lot more to someone who was six feet tall than someone who was fifteen. She carefully put it down on the ground, slightly off to the side, before closing the distance between herself and the couch in less than a full step. “Toldja you were fattening.”

“That’s not fattening.”

Pria grinned, hefting a giant fucking tit idly. “I dunno, these look pretty fattened to me.”

“Shut up and help me up.”

“Who’s the Master in this situation, mate?”

Allie opened her mouth to object, only to find that she was literally incapable of doing so. Which wasn’t actually surprising; Pria still had her ring, after all. “You are, Master,” Allie grumbled through clenched teeth.

“Good girl.”

“Now please help me up.”

“So pushy. But fine, fine, I’ll help you up.”

“Thank you.”

“But,” Pria said, her grin widening slightly. “You’ve got to pay me back.”

“Oh my god.”

“Hey, like I said, we’re not done with the sex yet.” She reached down and effortlessly picked Allie’s torso off of the couch, unceremoniously shoving the squirrel’s face into her crotch. “Now shut up and eat me out.”

“Yes, Master,” Allie said with a roll of her eyes, although it was barely coherent considering her mouth was pressed right up against Pria’s clit. Well, far be it from her to disobey her Master. She literally couldn’t not eat Pria out even if she wanted to not eat Pria out. And, honestly? She kinda wanted to eat Pria out. She didn’t even really need to do much in the way of work, just open her mouth and let her tongue out.

And, being part dragon, she had a lot of tongue to let out. Foot after foot after foot slid out of her mouth, dragging across Pria’s clit and into her hot, wet, cunt. God, she tasted good – although, granted, a lot of that was probably the taste of Allie’s own cum. Not that she particularly minded, because her own cum tasted good, too. Hell, she was pretty sure that the combined taste was probably better than either individually. And Pria smelled good, too. Musky and sexy, overwhelming Allie with lust. Her eyes rolled back slightly and her loins moistened as she savoured the taste, the smell, the way Pria’s cunt squeezed her tongue, the sensation of pressing against her swollen bitch-button as it throbbed and pulsed and grew.

“Oh, yes, right. That’s another new feature for me to show off. I’d almost forgotten.”

She clearly hadn’t forgotten at all. Not that Allie was gonna object to getting to suck a big fucking cock, though she did have to awkwardly move her tongue so it didn’t get pulled out of Pria’s cunt by the otter’s growing ballsack. “I, ah, I made a point of making it about twice as big as you normally have yours.” Of course she did. She was always kind of a showoff – Allie would be surprised if it weren’t bigger than her dick normally was. Somewhat more concerning was how much bigger it was, though. Twice one and a half feet would put it at three feet, almost as big as her torso.

“Mn, and that’s when I’m my normal height, too. Right now it’s probably more like- ah, f-fuck you’re tight~” Allie didn’t really need for Pria to finish speaking, thankfully. She was good enough at mental math to figure out that would put Pria’s dick at approximately bigger than she had been before her growth spurt. Approximately seven and a half feet, give or take a few inches? Which was... significantly longer than Allie’s torso was. Mildly intimidating, although thankfully in recent months she’d gotten extensive experience at sucking some really big cocks. Even compressed, seven and a half feet wasn’t anywhere close to her record (although, to be entirely fair, she’d cheated with magic).

“Y-you should probably- Ah!” Pria collapsed back with a heavy thud as her fat ass collided with the ground, enough to make the TV jump slightly. “You should probably, mn, cast some sort of stretchiness enhancement on yourself. That’s an order, by the way. You can have your limbs back if you need ‘em to cast it, but only if you need ‘em.”

Ah, speak of the devil. Allie wasn’t exactly pleased about that previous caveat because she did not, in fact, need her hands or feet to be out of the closet in order to cast magic on herself. Again; it wasn’t that she particularly minded the situation, in the abstract. She was never one for subbing, but work had made her a lot more willing to experiment. The real problem was the ring. It was an instinctive reaction. Intellectually, she knew Pria wasn’t going to ask her to do anything she’d not have happily done anyway. But her every instinct as a genie was to protect her ring. And here she was, with someone else wearing the damn thing as a bangle and making her do things.

At least, she supposed, it was Pria and not some random stranger. Or, worse, someone with actively malevolent intent. All Pria wanted to do was some (admittedly extreme) powerplay. Still, it was the principle of the damn thing. Having her hands and feet back wouldn’t change that but at least she’d have her hands and feet.

But, well, Pria had specified. Cast a stretchiness spell, can retrieve your limbs but only if necessary. It also, somewhat frustratingly, hadn’t been a wish. When holding a genie’s item, you have effectively complete control over them, but that control was somewhat limited. You can order them to do anything, but generally ordering them to cast a spell counted as a wish – and you only get three of those before the item automatically teleports back to the genie. Unfortunately, even though Pria had specified this was an order, it was technically for Allie’s own safety and thus didn’t count as an accidental wish. Which sucked because if she could get Pria to make three wishes then she’d be out of this stupid situation. But Pria knew enough about how genies worked that Allie was fairly certain the only wishes she’d be making would be intentional ones.

Of course, Allie was mostly just trying to distract herself from the ongoing situation. Focusing more on philosophy so she didn’t have to think about being used as an onahole. The instant that Allie had cast the stretchiness spell, Pria had pulled her all the way to the fucking hilt. Her body was so thoroughly stretched that she could feel every god damn inch of the fucking thing as it throbbed and pulsed and spurted. It was clearly exactly on the verge of cumming, and honestly Allie was surprised Pria was only on the verge of cumming.

Of course, because Murphy’s Law was real and sentient and hated her in particular, the instant she had that thought Pria let out a low groan and the base of her shaft bulged obscenely with a load that made Allie’s previous output look... well, still fairly copious, if she was honest. Pria was bigger, but it was only one orgasm. Allie’s balls had been roughly the same size as Pria’s were now, maybe a bit smaller, maybe a bit bigger. The point was that Allie found herself extremely rotund. Well and truly blorted. Full, not quite to the point of bursting but certainly to the point where it would have been extremely uncomfortable without the stretchiness spell. Pria thrust her ample hips, slamming her fat ass into the ground – which was probably going to get them some complaints from the downstairs neighbours. Again. Assuming that the magical contingencies they had in place for growthplay-related emergencies hadn’t kicked in, and honestly if they hadn’t then honestly the downstairs neighbours could go fuck themselves it wasn’t her fault that this building didn’t have adequate soundproofing.

“Whoof. That was fun!”

“Mnf.”

“Hold on, gimme a second and I’ll get you off of my main-mast.”

“Mnf.”

If Pria registered Allie’s somewhat firm objection to her choice of terminology, she didn’t show it. Which was, she supposed, understandable considering that aforementioned main-mast was in fact very thoroughly muffling her responses. But the sentiment was there and was summarily ignored. Pria grabbed Allie’s ample hips and sloooooowly slid her body up off her gigantic fucking ottermeat. She took her time, and there was a lot of cock to take her off of. Allie had about as much of an idea of how long Pria took to remove her as she did how long she’d been impaled in the first place. Long enough to be frustrating (even if it also felt really good). And, in the process, she unleashed a few final dregs of cum that made Allie’s belly go from big enough that she couldn’t fit through the door to big enough that she probably couldn’t fit through double doors.

Eventually she reached the flared head (because of course it was equine), and then was removed entirely with a wet pop. “Fuck you.”

“So rude!”

“Can I please have my hands and feet back?”

“I’m not nearly done with you yet, mate.”

“Ugh.”

“C’mon, you’re enjoying this.”

“I’d be enjoying this more if you’d give me back my damn ring.”

“I find myself doubting that.”

“I’m absolutely not happy you’ve taken my ring.”

“You say that,” Pria said with a smirk, placing Allie on the floor, leaving the irritated squirrel balanced precariously on her massive belly. Once she was satisfied that she wasn’t going to roll over, she reached over and idly picked up Allie’s cock from the sizable pool of her own cum that hadn’t been there the last time she’d looked. “But the fact that by my count you came eight times over the course of that blowjob is pretty fucking telling.”

“Hmph.”

“Let’s see if we can shoot for nine.” Pria placed Allie’s cock against her own and rubbed them together.

“A-ahn!”

“I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself?”

“Doesn’t count! That was a reflex!”

“Fine, fine.” Pria rolled her eyes, though she pointedly didn’t stop rubbing their cocks together. “Gonna be honest, though, yours is kinda small.”

“Excuse you, it’s a fucking foot and a half!”

“Yes, and mine’s literally five times that.” Once again, though, a smirk spread across her face. “Of course, there’s a pretty easy way to fix that. Take off your cockring. Use magic if you’ve gotta, get your hands out if you’ve gotta, all I care is that the localized compression spell is gone.”

“Master, that’s-” It took all of Allie’s willpower not to immediately obey the order. She felt it reasonable to warn Pria that she was absolutely not capable of handling her cock at its full size. But, well, fuck it, it took way too much effort to disobey long enough to warn her and anyway she absolutely knew how big Allie was. Bitch knew what she was getting herself into. “Fine. But you’re paying for any damage.”

“Entirely fair, now get on with it already!”

“Yes, Master.” Somewhat frustratingly, because Pria had specified that she should use magic if she had to, it didn’t actually count as a wish. Again. Whatever, she’d deal with it. Somewhat less frustratingly, Pria had given her options. And one of those options was to get her hands out. Also, unlike the last time, there was no specification made as to which option she should default to. Which meant that god fucking dammit yes she finally got her fucking hands back. It didn’t really make much difference, of course. She was completely subservient to Pria with her hands instead of without her hands. But, like, at least it gave her some amount of agency. So long as Pria didn’t give an order preventing her, there wasn’t anything stopping her from like squeezing a titty or giving the otter ass a good slap. She only needed the one hand to remove the ring, and Pria didn’t seem to mind the others getting to work giving the otter’s balls a massage.

It was actually easier than an outside observer would think to get the ring off. Yes, it was placed right below the massive fucking knot, but that was a much smaller obstacle than one would generally think it to be. Considering, you know, magic. The cock ring would be kind of fucking useless if it wasn’t enchanted to fit her regardless of size. No matter how big her dick was at the time, she could put it on or take it off and that included her knot. “Okay, so,” she said, placing a hand on the ring. “You should probably put it down and move a safe distance back because it’s gonna get pretty fucking big, Master.”

“Shut the fuck up and get the damn ring off already.”

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Compression magic had something of a reputation among those who had to use it. Outside of macro and hyper circles, it was just that thing that macros and hypers used to not be macro or hyper when it was inconvenient. But the thing about compression magic is that it wasn’t instant. It varied depending on the nuances of who cast the spell and how it was cast and the specific version of the spell that was cast and how long it was maintained and how much of a difference there was between the compressed and natural size and all kinds of other factors. Generally speaking, though, the bigger a difference between the two states, the more potent an enchantment was needed. And, when applied to clothing or jewellery or something similar, a more potent enchantment was also more expensive. Which is why macros tended to learn enough magic to just cast their own damn compression spells.

But, well, Allie needed multiple layers of compression spell. She was a macro and also a hyper – and quite sizable in the latter department. And so in addition to making herself shorter she also needed to make her cock smaller, and doing that with magic was well beyond her skill level. And so she needed an extra enchantment in clothing form (she chose a cockring in particular because she was incurably kinky). In situations like hers, the best way to mitigate the expense of powerful compression enchantments was to make them slow-burn. Rather than an almost instant change in size, it took a significant amount of time – both ways.

The downside to that concession was that growing felt good. And the bigger a distance between your compressed size and your natural size, the longer you spent growing, the better it felt.

And Allie’s dick had quite a ways to go before it was done growing.

As soon as she removed the cockring, Allie came. Copiously. At the same time, her cock lurched bigger. “Oh! Well, someone’s enjoying herself~”

“Mnnnnf,” Allie grunted in response as she came again and grew another half a foot. Thick gouts of the stuff erupted with enough force to paint the ceiling white. She could feel each one coming, pressing ever more intently into Pria’s own sizable shaft.

“Waste ‘a perfectly good cum, though. Let’s fix that!”

“Wait what no-” Allie said, though she couldn’t really manage anything more coherent. It was obvious why what Pria was suggesting was a bad idea, though – without the cockring, Allie’s meat was longer than the two of their normal heights combined. And, even with a fifteen foot tall Pria, that was still a cock approximately as big as she was.

“I know what I’m getting into, matey,” Pria said, voice determined. “I’ve seen you at full size, you don’t need to warn me. Besides, cum makes me bigger, remember?”

Oh, yeah. Right. That. She wasn’t sure how she’d forgotten about that. Though, on the other hand, she was pretty sure it wouldn’t really make all that much of a difference. Of course, on the other other hand, it wasn’t like Allie’d not taken the occasional cock that was ridiculously gigantic in comparison to her body. If Pria’s body didn’t have contingencies for that kinda thing built in, Allie would be extremely surprised.

Of course, regardless of contingencies or Allie’s input, Pria opened her mouth wide and placed Allie’s flare inside. “Awp~” she closed her mouth firmly around the shaft and sucked and oh man did that feel good. Even if it was only the head, she was still on such a short fucking fuse that it was still enough to set her off (as though she needed something to set her off again, she was doing just fine on her own).

“Mnnnnn~” she moaned as she erupted again – and a few more times for good fucking measure. Enough that Pria’s stomach swelled slightly, although it very quickly un-swelled as she grew again. The otter smirked around the growing shaft. Which was probably either a very bad sign or a very good sign. Or, fuck it, probably both. Her smirk turned into as much of a grin as she could manage with cock in mouth as she slid the now four and a half foot length into her cleavage and began to titfuck while resuming her sucking.

Which, unsurprisingly, set Allie off again. The otter expertly milked orgasm after orgasm from the helpless squirrel, pumping herself bigger in the process. Not quite enough to outpace Allie’s shaft, only a few inches at a time. But a few inches at a time added up in the long run – she was already noticeably bigger than Allie’s cock was gonna be once she stopped decompressing. And speaking of which, that point was getting closer and closer. Every lurch of size was more than the last, and her cock was already big enough that even Pria’s prodigious milkers were dangerously close to being inadequate.

At which point Pria fwumphed forward onto the ground, lying on top of Allie’s shaft and pressing her whole damn body against it. She put everything into pleasuring Allie – her arms, her tits, her cock, even her legs and tail and feet once it got big enough. She wrapped her whole body around it, eagerly sucking and rubbing and squeezing and grinding and milking climax after climax after climax, the pleasure spiking higher and higher as Allie got bigger and bigger, cumming more and more and more.

Once again, she wasn’t entirely sure how long it lasted. She couldn’t hear Pirates of the Caribbean anymore, but it was entirely possible their TV was no longer intact. Hopefully the apartment’s built in countermeasures for size-related emergencies had kicked in before anything got particularly broken or cum-soaked because, as satisfying as it was to destroy that infernal noise with a cumshot, getting an adequate replacement TV wouldn’t be cheap. What she did know what that Pria was fucking huge. Clearly her worries about overwhelming the otter with her cock had been unfounded – she supposed she’d not properly accounted for the fact that her cum would be making Pria bigger? And she’d made her a lot bigger. The otter had to kneel, hunched over slightly, lest she hit her head on the ceiling.

“Okay, are we done now?”

“Oh come on, we’ve barely even started!”

“Ugh.”

“I’m serious! This has all basically just been glorified foreplay.”

“You using my cock as a dildo was absolutely not foreplay.”

“I haven’t even made a proper wish yet!”

“Oh my god okay fine. Whatever. Make a wish. Just remember that you’ve only got so many wishes.”

“Hey, it’s like you said. We can absolutely just do this without the ring getting involved literally any time we want.”

“Mneh.”

“Or with the ring. The sky’s the limit!”

“Master, if you do this again without at least asking me first I’m moving out.”

“Fair enough!” Thankfully, Allie was pretty sure that was going to be the end of it. Pria wasn’t quite dumb enough to push things much farther than that, or at least Allie was fairly sure that was the case. “Let’s just stick with something simple for now, and we can see how we’re feeling once that’s done.”

“Fine, fine, whatever. Let’s just get this over with.” Admittedly, as much as she was somewhat eager to get this shit over, Allie had to admit she was enjoying herself. Or at least that it felt good, if nothing else. Still, she was kind of anxious to reclaim some amount of agency. Hopefully Pria would leave some amount of wiggle room in whatever she wished, though Allie wasn’t too optimistic on that front.

“So, for a start, I wish for you to give me a nice big kiss.” It was immediately obvious that Pria had made a mistake. Allie’s eyes shrank to pinpricks and her whole body began to vibrate slightly. “Uh, are you okay, matey?”

Wishes were generally a big fucking deal. For obvious reasons – you only actually get three of them. And, once you used your third wish, that’s it, you stop being the master, the item returns to the genie. And, most of the time, the genie isn’t particularly happy about whatever it is you made them do. But even disregarding that, an actual wish was always a bigger deal than just a command. The instant a master prefaced something with “I wish,” the genie had use their magic to make that happen – even if they weren’t actually capable of that kind of magic. That, at least, wasn’t a problem in this case.

The problem was making a wish for something that the genie could easily do without magic. Because wishes didn’t just compel the genie to obey. They also generally implied the use of magic. Combine that with not being careful enough about your choice of words and, well, problems could arise. Very big problems.

“Biiiiiig~”

“Wait hold on shit that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Of course, it was far too late for clarification. Pria had said exactly the wrong thing in exactly the wrong way, and once a wish was made the master couldn’t take it back. Of course, a genie generally had a lot of say in how a wish was granted, so long as it was granted at all. But, well, this time Allie decided it was best to let instinct take the wheel. “BiiiIIIIIIIGGGGGG~” she cried, her whole damn body quadrupling in size in one fell swoop.

The most immediately apparent thing was her dick, of course. It was already more than twice as big as she was – and that was if you pretended she actually had physical legs. More accurately, it was something like four or five times the length of her torso. Fifteen feet was already a lot for their poor apartment to handle; fifteen times four was outright too much. Not just for the apartment, but for the entire god damn building. Something like sixty fucking feet of cock, which she was pretty sure would put it at taller than the entire building. It had slammed through the door, through the hallway and the apartment across the hallway and then outside. She could feel the wind blowing on her shaft and it felt really good.

Obviously, other parts of her had gotten bigger, too. Her torso was about fourteen feet, her feet and tails and wings had collectively more than outgrown the closet they had been stuffed in, and of course her hands were similarly huge. But her sixty foot cock absolutely monopolized all attention. Both girls were well and truly pinned to the ceiling by its sheer girth, completely unable to move.

“Okay, I think this is big enough.”

“We’ve still gotta kiss.”

“Okay cool, but this is big enough to count as a big kiss I’d say.”

“I get to decide how I grant the wish. Those are the rules, remember?”

“Okay but-”

“And anyway there’s no way we’re kissing right now, I can barely fucking move.”

“I-”

“And since I get to decide how I grant the wish, I say we rectify the situation by getting bigger! Or at least I’m gonna be getting bigger, you’re gonna just get to watch for now.”

“Your cock is sixty feet long!”

“I know, right? That’s barely anything.”

“Oh my god okay fine I’m sorry for stealing your ring, are you happy now?”

“Shoulda done that before you made a wish. I’m thinkin’ that for now we can just fully turn off my compression spells and then go from there, shall we?”

Allie elected not to give Pria the opportunity to complain further. Her point had been made, all that was left was to get to the fun bit. No more delaying or beating around the bush – she had finally reclaimed control of the situation and she was gonna fucking take advantage of it. With a snap of her fingers her compression spells were turned off, and with another the end result was accelerated as much as she could make it accelerate. The end result was that, of course, their apartment building was well and truly fucked – as was most of the city.

An uncompressed Alexandria Blackscale was ten thousand feet tall, just under two miles, with a twenty five thousand foot cock. Just under five miles of squirreldick that had completely buried the entire damn city. Thankfully, the aforementioned macro contingencies had definitely kicked in by the time her cock ploughed through several walls. It was a trick she’d learned at work – a passive spell that automatically transported all involved parties into a mostly identical pocket dimension once property damage became a concern. It wasn’t the simplest spell in the book, but because it was automatic she could just set it up and then whenever she needed it, it would just happen.

Allie slowly stood up – or at least her closest equivalent, given the lack of proper limbs. Her body floated up to where it would be if she did have legs and was standing. Her hands and feet and tails and wings all floated to where they were supposed to go, and she quickly did a few stretches before reaching down and picking up her shaft. “There, that’s much better.” She quickly popped it into place, before picking Pria up off it by the scruff of her neck. Don’t ask how she managed that, given the vast difference in height – the otter was so small that Allie literally couldn’t see her. “Are you enjoying yourself so far, Master?”

“No.”

“Aw, that’s too bad, because I’ve still gotta kiss you!” Allie grinned, before opening her mouth wide and lolling out her tongue. Not all of it, just about enough to reach her cleavage.

“Oh, don’t you fucking dare. That is absolutely disproportionate and you know it.”

“I wasn’t gonna actually vore you! Besides, it’s not like eating you would count as a kiss anyway. But I do need to deal with the fact that you’re frankly too small for me to kiss without voring you anyway.”

“Okay good, cast a biggening spell on me and let’s get this over with.”

“Wellllll,” Allie said coyly. “Since I get to decide how I fulfill the wish...”

“... What are you getting at?”

It was, once again, Allie’s turn to grin as she snapped her fingers. “Stretchiness spell.”

“... Oh. Okay, fair enough. That’s absolutely proportionate.”

“I’m glad we see eye to eye on this one, Master~”

Actually physically manoeuvring Pria into position was out of the question, of course. The size difference between the two was just too impossibly vast for that to be feasible. Like trying to force a microbe onto her shaft. It would be flat-out impossible to manage without magic. Thankfully, magic was in fact still on the table, so she didn’t need to worry about that at least. Once again, she mostly just allowed her body to go into autopilot. Let the wish take over, granting itself using her as a conduit. Now that she’d decided on how she was going to grant it, the rest would just play out automatically while she could focus on more important things. Like how good it felt.

Allie bit her lip as Pria floated the almost five miles from the squirrel’s head to her other head. It probably wasn’t a particularly pleasant process – that was an awful long way to go, after all. Moving her at any kind of reasonable walking speed would have taken like a fucking hour. Instead, it only took a few seconds at most, which probably meant that the poor otter just got yeeted at several thousand miles an hour only to get her face shoved onto a flare that was bigger than some townships. It should have been beyond impossible for Pria to take even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of the head, let alone any reasonable portion of the entire god damn thing.

But, well. Magic. Allie was a god damn half-dragon, if she really wanted to she could cast a stretchiness spell potent enough for Pria to be able to eat the entire fucking planet earth. It wouldn’t be particularly fun, and it’d take a while, but she could do it. Taking a five mile dick was nothing.

... Though, granted, it was just a bit cartoonish. Really, beyond the point of even being cartoonish. It almost looked like she was putting on some sort of otter-skin condom rather than getting a BJ. “Mnnnn, Master, you’re so tight~” she said, as though that was at all surprising in this context. “Let’s just go to the medial ring for now. Going all the way to the knot is probably a bit overkill.” As though that wasn’t still three quarters of her cock. Three and a half miles of penis and twenty or so feet of otter.

Allie was big enough that she needed to use all six hands to jerk herself off, even limiting herself to the parts that were Pria’d. And, unfortunately, jerking herself off was necessary. The size difference between the two women was so massive that the otter couldn’t really meaningfully contribute. She honestly didn’t even really properly parse as an otter anymore. Allie would absolutely not have thought that was a person if she didn’t know for a fact otherwise. Hell, she was stretched so thinly it almost felt like she wasn’t there at all. She could feel her hands rubbing and jerking her shaft through the impossibly stretched skin of her roommate. Hell, were it not for the obvious sensations of pressure around Allie’s shaft, she might have outright forgotten Pria’s presence as she got more and more wrapped up in her mounting orgasm.

And oh man was her orgasm mounting. That was probably the result of being able to turn the tables. So she was a bit of a dom, fucking sue her. Thick gouts of precum erupted from her shaft, distending Pria’s body even further. Again; like she was a god damn living condom. And a damn good one too. The precum came faster and more copiously, her masturbation picked up in pace while quickly losing any semblance of rhythm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna- gonna fuckin’- aaaaaaaahnnnnnnn~”

It went without saying that her orgasm was bigger than any of her earlier orgasms by several orders of magnitude. One side effect of the multiple layers of compression magic she used on herself on a regular basis was that it significantly lowered her sexual output to something more reasonable than what it actually was. That was something that most people who used compression magic had to deal with, be they hypers or macros. And people like Allie, who had both, tended to have it especially bad. Or good, depending on how you looked at it. Honestly, to some extent, it was kind of an intended feature of the compression magic. But on the other hand (and Allie had a lot of other hands), sometimes she just wanted to catch people off guard by having a fairly low-end hyper dick and then blorting them to the size of a building. But oh well, she could live with it.

Currently, she was blorting Pria to significantly bigger than the size a building. More like the size of a city. And not a small one, either, by the time she finished her first orgasm and let the otter slide off of her shaft, she had to be bigger than the one they lived in. Turning around so she didn’t end up crushing the cum-filled ottorb, she sat down heavily. Or at least the closest approximation thereof that she could manage, given her lack of legs. The point was that her ass wiped out an entire fucking district and her dick flattened a massive line from one end of the city to the other. Oops. Good thing none of this was real. She grinned a little as she wiggled her hips, waving her cock slightly back and forth and causing even more destruction.

“... okay, that’s probably enough,” she said to herself after causing untold trillions of dollars of property damage. “This was fun, but I kind of have class in the morning? I need to get some sleep in. Let’s just get the kiss over with and then call it a day?” She stood up again, doing some stretches. You’d think they would be unnecessary, but there was enough continuity between her actual torso that there were some stretches she could do that had an actual impact. She was kind of stiff all over from all the fucking. Still, loath as she was to admit it, she’d had quite a lot of fun. Especially once she’d gotten to be in charge. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be willing to do something like this again at some point. Maybe.

Still, she couldn’t help but think she was forgetting something.

She didn’t notice the rumbling at first. Like a distant earthquake that was getting closer and closer with every passing second. Louder. The ground beneath her feet shook slightly, and then not so slightly. This wasn’t just any old earthquake – if this were happening in the real world it would be very nearly apocalyptic in scale. If she’d had proper legs she’d have been knocked off her feet, and as it was she needed to spread out all six of her feet to stabilize herself until the shaking... didn’t stop, per-se, but did at least decrease in intensity enough for her to turn around to look at the obvious source.

She didn’t even come up to her calves. Her field of vision was filled with grey furred ankle. Slowly turning her gaze upward, she traced the ample curves of her calves and thighs, past her gigantic dick, only stopping when she hit the gravid stomach, still filled with billions of gallons of squirrelcum. Which raised the intimidating fact that, in spite of having to be ten times taller than the already ten thousand foot tall squirrel, Pria wasn’t done growing yet.

The otter slowly squatted down. She had to move slowly, lest her gigantic belly cause her to lose balance. It took almost a full minute for her to reach an approximation of sitting – and Allie still barely came above her crotch. She could at least see Pria’s face, though she kind of wished she couldn’t because she didn’t look happy. “N-now, hold on, Master, you said yourself that this was absolutely proportionate. Turnabout is fair play and all. You just weren’t careful eno-”

“Shut up.” Pria’s voice was like a force of nature – even speaking at a normal volume would likely have been enough to level mountains.

“Y-yes’m.”

The otter slowly and gingerly reached down and picked up Allie like the squirrel was a fucking action figure. She felt the wind rushing through her fur and a sickening sinking in her stomach like she was on an elevator that was moving way too quickly as she was lifted up to eye level. “You owe me a kiss,” Pria said tersely. “Better fuckin’ hurry up, matey, ‘cause I can’t hold back the rest of my digestion forever, and I’m gonna get- urp!” She didn’t need to finish – growing another few thousand miles in time with the burp.

“Yes, Master,” Allie said. Satisfied that her plaything was gonna be obedient, Pria abruptly lied down, moving the startled squirrel downwards.

“Of course,” she said, a wicked grin once again spreading across her face. “The wish never specified what you had to kiss.” Allie found herself placed on the otter’s massive fucking shaft. “Go on, get it over with so I can get biiiiiggerrrrrr~”

Well, shit. Didn’t need to be told that twice. Allie obeyed her Master, lowering her face to the shaft and giving it the biggest, sloppiest kiss she could manage.

Pria tasted good, unsurprisingly. Better than she had the last time she’d gotten a taste of the otter’s cock. Spicy and musky and salty and sexy and cummy. It took all of Allie’s effort not to cum just from the taste – and, by the feel of things, Pria didn’t even bother to try. The ‘ground’ below her throbbed, and then pulsed, and then convulsed as the otter writhed and thrust her hips hard enough to shatter the earth beneath her. “Fuck! Fuck yes!” she bellowed as the rumbling returned. “Mnnnn, by my calculations I’m gonna end up about two point five million feet tall. That’s bigger’n the entire fuckin’ state, by the way~”

“Um.”

“Oh, and don’t think you’re off the hook, slut. I’ve still got two wishes left, remember.”

“oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Pria said with an audible grin. “S-second wish, I wish for you to get at least twice as big as I’m gonna end up when I’m done growin’. And- and for wish number three, oh baby~” Allie couldn’t see the otter’s face, but she didn’t need to see the crazed look in her eye. “Third fucking wish, I wish for you ‘n me to fuck and grow and fuck and grow and fuuuuuuck and growwwwww until bare minium we’re both bigger’n the entire fuuuuuckin’ solar system!”

With that, Pria’s self control gave out and she came and came and came, so much cum that it was literally impossible to express in numbers in a way that really made any sense. Allie mostly ignored it – she was more focused on the mounting sensation of her own growth, along with the weight of her ring reappearing on her tail. “Well,” she said, before quintupling in size and then again. “There goes any chance of getting any fucking sleep tonight.” She sighed, quintupling in height a third time. “At least,” she mused in between growth spurts, “It’s not more fucking Pirates of the Caribbean.”