One of the biggest benefits to working at the Hole in the Wall was the sheer amount of financial freedom it afforded. Paycheques were absurdly generous, and you also got a similarly generous cut for every client you took. Money was absolutely not an issue, not even slightly. If you ever wanted to buy something short of, like, a sports team or a tech company or a small country or other full-on multi-billionaire purchases, you could probably afford it. And honestly even then, Tiff probably had more actual liquid capital in her bank account than the average multi-billionaire. That’s what Miss Hudson said at least – apparently billionaires often didn’t actually have a billion dollars so much as they had a billion dollars worth of things.

Which, like, as far as Tiff was concerned, that didn’t really count as being a fucking billionaire then, did it? But she’d never really had a head for numbers. Of course she didn’t, she was a plant. That’s why she generally let Frankie handle the bulk of their collective finances. The only luxuries Tiff generally wanted were food-related, and even then she generally preferred lots of cheap food rather than a small amount of expensive food. Frankie, meanwhile, spent a lot of money on video games, but compared to their collective income that was a drop in the fucking bucket.

The end result being that of fucking course they owned a house you idiot. You absolute buffoon. Why the fuck would you rent a tiny fucking apartment when you made an absurd amount of money from your job as an ultra-luxury prostitute, Frankie. Tiff could buy a house and so she bought a fucking house, much to her roommate’s annoyance. She had made it very clear that a house was a moneysink and that neither of them was really suited to be homeowners. Who was going to clean or cook? Not Frankie, that was for sure. To which Tiff had responded fuck you we can afford to hire a maid and a chef. She was absolutely positively not going to budge from her goal of not living in a dank, tiny box. She needed space and easy access to sunlight.

Naturally their home had a really big sunroom and a large greenhouse. Not as big or as fancy as the one at Phi Upsilon Kappa had been, but honestly Tiff didn’t really need a particularly big and advanced greenhouse. Just somewhere to spend her time where she could get lots of sun without drying out. The sunroom was for days that were overcast – it still got a lot of natural light, and she’d outfitted it with special light bulbs that closely replicated sunlight without getting too hot. Today it was sunny out, so she was sitting in the greenhouse studying for a phytochemistry test and waiting.

“Hey, I’m off to work, I’ve got a shift today.”

“Have fun,” Tiff replied idly.

“Work’s work,” Frankie said with a shrug. “What about you, you gonna get a shift in? We could carpool.”

“I’ve got other plans today. And anyway we don’t own a car.” Frankie didn’t even have a driver’s license, and obviously neither did Tiff. That had been the one real argument against getting their own place, but fuck it they could hitch rides with the other girls or just use public transportation. Tiff had been extremely stubborn about the whole thing, and ultimately was the victor.

“Yeah but we can still carpool.”

“It’s not really a carpool if neither of us has a car.”

Frankie shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“Roxie should be here any minute.”

Frankie made a sour face. “The hobo lady?”

“Ex-hobo. She’s nice!”

“She dresses like a hobo.”

“Yeah but she’s a nice hobo.”

As if on cue, a beat up looking old pickup truck unceremoniously swerved onto the lawn in front of the greenhouse and Roxie hopped out. “Since when do you own a car,” Frankie sniped as she headed out.

“She’s vintage,” Roxie replied, not rising to the bait. “1976 Ford F-150 Pickup with a custom high-capacity cargo bed.”

“Jesus fucking Christ that’s older than you are.”

“They don’t build ‘em like they used to. New pickups look like shit, big ugly box fuckers.”

“Why do you even need a truck?”

“I need the cargo space,” Roxie replied, circling around to the back. The cargo bay was covered in a big black tarp that bulged weirdly. She unhooked the tarp and pulled it off, revealing a pile of what appeared to be dead, naked copies of her.

“Ew! Why do you have a truckfull of corpses!?”

“They’re not dead, just brain-dead,” Roxie replied. Frankie made a face that conveyed her opinion that no Roxie that doesn’t actually make it better. “Sometimes there’s just too many mes and so I’ve gotta cut a bunch off from the hivemind and dispose of ‘em.”

“Like, that’s where I come in!” Tiff interjected in an eager lilt, skipping out into the yard.

“I’ve got a couple of folks who deal with the spares for me when there gets to be too many. Lotta mad scientists in need of guinea pigs who won’t object, sometimes they get used as organ donors or for drug testing. Most of ‘em end up with Tiff, though. Sometimes other vore folks, mostly Tiff. I tried feeding them to Lei but she got all stuffy about the whole dumpster diving thing. Which is just rude, by the way, I’ll have you know I shower at least twice a day plus once every time I go treasure hunting.”

“You still dig through trash for valuables? Don’t you make like twenty thousand dollars a month flat?”

“Hey, a girl’s gotta have a hobby.”

“Ugh,” Frankie grunted, making another sour face. “How the fuck can you do this so nonchalantly. I know I’d be freaked the fuck out at selling my own brain-dead corpse to science. To say nothing of feeding it to Tiff.”

“It’s an ugly necessity,” Roxie replied with a shrug. “‘sides, it’s win-win. I don’t need to worry about feeding and housing every single spare me I make and Tiff gets paid to eat a pile of sexy raccoon bitches.”

“Man, I’ll never understand you vore weirdos. I’m going to go do my respectable business of fucking a stranger for absurd sums of money.”

“Suit yourself,” Tiff said with a shrug. “I, meanwhile, am gonna have some fun.”

“Weirdos,” Frankie replaced before pointedly and aggressively heading off to the bus stop.

“Hey, you’re a vore weirdo too!” Tiff shouted after her. “I’ve seen you eat people!”

“For work, yeah.”

“For fun! Meanie!” Frankie gave an idle wave as she decidedly moved out of the conversation. “Ignore her, she’s just grumpy that she’s got to work instead of spending thirty hours straight playing Elden Ring. Again.”

“Yeesh, I don’t think I could handle that much video game in one go.”

“I can’t play video games at all,” Tiff said, holding up her hands. “My claws are way too long to properly hold a controller. I won’t even touch Frankie’s switch because they’d scratch up the screen something awful and she’d absolutely murder me if that happened.”

“Ew, yeah, fair.”

“Anyway!” Tiff turned her attention to the pile of bodies. “How many do you got for me today?”

“A lot,” Roxie replied, smacking one of her spares on the butt. “Work’s been busy. I think someone figured out that hiring me is basically a discounted gangbang and spread the word.”

“So, like, more than normal then?”

“I had to compress most of ‘em to fit ‘em all in.”

“Oh no how terrible,” Tiff said, audibly drooling. “Anyway, come on! Come on! Let’s get to eating!”

“Hold your horses, babe. You know the rules.”

“Ughhhhh.”

“Do you wanna get arrested for public indecency? Again?”

“Ughhhhh.”

“It takes like seconds to set up, babe, just hold it in until then.”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Roxie rolled her eyes before calmly snapping her fingers. “There. Pocket dimension’s up. Go nuts.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice!” Tiff retracted her petals, unveiling her many hungry mouths, all eagerly licking their lips. Still, considering how eager she seemed, she moved slowly and carefully. Almost reverentially picking up one of the empty Roxie husks from the pile.

“I thought you wanted to get started?”

“I am getting started. The first one is always the best so I’m gonna savour it.”

“Fair enough. We’ve got all day so feel free to take your time. I’m just gonna enjoy the show.”

“Damn straight you are.” Tiff still hadn’t really wrapped her head around a lot of so-called ‘normal’ social standards. Things like not eating random people off the street because they looked tasty had never registered as weird to her – frankly, as far as she was concerned, they should take it as a compliment! She didn’t just vore anyone after all. She wasn’t known for being a picky eater, yeah, but when it came to people, especially people who weren’t paying, she was a lot more choosy most of the time. But even she could at least wrap her head around Roxie being maybe a bit too into watching herself get vored. Tiff didn’t mind, but she could sorta grasp why someone would be weirded out.

Well, whatever. If she was gonna look anyway, might as well give her something to look at.

Step one, of course, was to appreciate the form of the food. You eat with your eyes before you eat with your mouth, after all. And yes, okay, Tiff didn’t actually have eyes but she could still see things so fuck you the point remained the same. The point being that Roxie was cute, even brain-dead. Which, probably, was a little weird. Tiff had, over the years, learned how to recognize when the things she thought and said counted as weird to people that weren’t man-eating ambulatory plants. And, somehow, something told her that the spare Roxie appearing dead would make ‘normal’ people automatically assume it wasn’t cute. Which, like, whatever, those people could be wrong if they wanted. It wasn’t like they were decaying or anything, they looked exactly like a normal Roxie except they didn’t move and barely breathed. Which, like, you don’t see people looking at statues and going ‘oh gross it doesn’t move,’ that’d be weird.

And so, as far as Tiff was concerned, it was just as weird to look at a Roxie and not be able to appreciate the artistry. Only, you know, not literal artistry, because Roxie wasn’t actually a statue. The metaphor kinda fell apart at that point, but whatever, Tiff didn’t care about metaphors. Roxie had fat tits and a big ass and a huge dick and a nice fluffy tail and didn’t smell like garbage. Actually, she smelled pretty nice. Whatever shampoo she used was clearly very high quality. Very slightly floral, but not too floral. In Tiff’s humble and yet also objectively correct opinion, artificial floral scents were generally more tolerable in smaller doses. That only applied to artificial floral scents, though, of course. Natural flowers, like Tiff herself, could afford to be more intense. But flower scented shampoo tended to smell bad and fake, a pitfall Roxie had thankfully avoided. Which was good, because scent was probably the second most important sense when it came to how things tasted. Too intense a smell and it overwhelmed the taste; no scent at all and it just tasted hollow.

And yes, by the way, Tiff could in fact also smell things despite not having a nose.

That was sight and scent done with. Sound was kinda pointless, considering the Roxie wasn’t exactly in a position to make any sounds and anyway food generally didn’t make noise outside of pretentious molecular gastronomy bullshit. Touch was done by default, by virtue of picking it up. Which left only one sense left, the most important sense of them all when it came to tasting things. Definitely Tiff’s favourite. The others were nice when it came to, like, communicating and getting around and shit. But taste let you taste things.

And, duh, Tiff really liked tasting things.

Tiff had a lot of options when it came to mouths. Most of the time, when she was eating food as opposed to people, she used the mouths on her hands because that was the quickest and also the only one that didn’t require her to retract her petals. For some reason, people objected to her retracting her petals in public, though she couldn’t really fathom why. Like, okay, yes, there was the whole nudity taboo thing, but you never saw people getting mad that a petunia or a larch weren’t wearing clothing. And anyway it wasn’t like she wasn’t naked all the time – her petals were not clothes, after all. She needed to retract them to properly use (most of) her mouths! Her hands were a decent compromise, but when she could get away with it she preferred her tit-mouths or belly-mouth, with the others acting as backups for if there was an exceptionally big meal.

Right now, the only observer was Roxie, and obviously she didn’t give a fuck if Tiff retracted her petals. Hell, if anything, she seemed to prefer it. Frankly, as far as Tiff was concerned, the raccoon was a bit too into watching herself get vored. Not that she was gonna kinkshame or anything, but she knew enough to know that most people weren’t anywhere near as eager to be the prey as she generally was. Though, on the other hand, most people also didn’t have a steady supply of themselves to feed to preds. She was currently leaning against her truck, one hand hovering close to her crotch and the other unsubtly groping at a fat raccoon tit. She wasn’t full-on masturbating yet, but she was very clearly enjoying what she’d seen so far. Well, might as well give her a show. Tiff opened her central maw and slowly wiggled her enormous pink tongue out, gently but firmly wrapping it around the Roxie in her arms.

She tasted good. Tiff was, at this point, extensively familiar with the taste of Roxie. Sweet and spicy, with the same floral notes from her shampoo, all underlined by the intense flavour of cum (Tiff’s favourite.) She made certain to cover every inch of the spare body with her tongue, savouring the experience as thoroughly as possible before pulling it inside and swallowing heavily. She rubbed her now visibly distended belly and let out a small, wet burp.

“One down, one truckload to go.”

“Don’t lie, you’re absolutely not going to stop with one truckload.”

“Excuse you, I’m not that much of a vore-slut that I’d make more spares specifically to overfeed you and make you huge.”

“You did that literally every other time we have an in-person feeding.”

“Yes, however.” Roxie pointedly did not finish her thought, as she did not have a good defence and anyway neither of them actually cared that much. “Want me to make it cum?”

“It’ll cum eventually either way. Let’s get a few more in me first.”

“Okay, cool.”

Roxie didn’t sound like she was cool with it, of course. Obvious audible sulking. Tiff sighed, motioning her head as though she was rolling the eyes she didn’t have. “Fiiiiine, if you’re gonna be a big baby about it, take off your pants and I’ll suck your cock with one of my tits while I eat.”

“Now you’re speakin’ my language, babe!”

“You know, for a sub, you’re awfully spoiled.”

“Consider gettin’ eaten by you to be my punishment, then.”

“You like getting eaten!”

“Less talky more sucky.”

“You’re gonna have to take off your clothes first.”

“Pffft, like that even takes any time,” Roxie replied before snapping her fingers. Her clothing vanished, Tiff honestly could not give less of a fuck where to. She was more interested in the pile of spares than anything the main Roxie was doing, at least for now. She sat down, leaning against the side of the truck and resting her hands on her belly as she took a moment to appreciate the sense of fullness. She generally preferred live prey to Roxie’s spares. They weren’t dead, in the strictest sense, but they were still pretty fucking lifeless. For a lot of people, prey that didn’t even move, much less struggle was outright a dealbreaker. Tiff didn’t mind quite so much, but she couldn’t deny that it was definitely missing something.

As far as Tiff was concerned, though, the volume more than made up for it. And anyway, Roxie was definitely going to eventually end up giving her some live specimens, no matter how much she denied it. It was inevitable. That was for later, though. She still had a whole truck full of spares to go through before she could even think about getting more.

Although, on the other hand, she got the impression Roxie wasn’t in the most patient mood. She prodded her massive horsecocks insistently at Tiff’s lipples. Both of them. “Already?”

“Mnf. Let’s just say I’ve been in a very specific mood recently.”

“Well, I’m not going to judge you,” Tiff said with a shrug as she got to sucking Roxie’s dicks. “I’d probably make some more spares if I were you, though, because I’m definitely gonna eat these ones after they cum.”

“I was planning on it,” said a third Roxie, who sat down next to Tiff and began to masturbate. “Man, you’re really good at suckin’ cock, you know that?”

“I learned from the best!” Tiff replied proudly. “Miss Dreamer herself said I was a natural!”

“Well, she’s right about that, damn. Like a fuckin’ vacuum.”

“You’re no slouch, yourself, you know.” The Roxies thrust their hips eagerly and wildly, smooshing Tiff’s fat tits against her body. They moved in perfect sync, one in while the other was out, alternating with an exact rhythm that only one person in two bodies could ever possibly manage. And she managed to maintain that perfect rhythm while at the same time absolutely railing the fuck out of Tiff’s boobs.  Just completely wrecking them, like she was getting facefucked in the nipples by a pair of fucking jackhammers.

Plus, Roxie was clearly enjoying herself, if the sheer amount of leakage was anything to go by. Which Tiff was absolutely down with. “Mnnnn,” she moaned, her bellyrubs intensifying as she lurched a few inches taller.

“Oh, I thought we were holding off on that?”

“We were, but then you started feeding my tits precum.”

“I’m not feeding them precum.”

“Mnnnnnn, yes you aaaare~” Tiff groaned as her tits gained approximately half a cup size.

“I’m gonna guess you’ve had enough buildup now, then?”

“Shut the fuck up and cum in my tits already god dammit!”

“Well, okay then, since you asked so nicely.”

Generally speaking, Azure gave her girls a lot of leeway when it came to what types of lewd magic they specialized in. Her philosophy was that they should be versatile when it came to sexual acts and dynamic, but specialists when it came to magic and gimmicks. It helped make each girl stand out, and focusing in on one or two specific tricks meant you got really fucking good at those one or two specific tricks. People who were into being vored would specifically go to the Hole in the Wall because Tiff was the best at voring, people who were into getting gangbanged would specifically go to the Hole in the Wall because Roxie was the best at gangbanging. Specializing meant more clients, more clients meant more profit – for the girl and for Azure.

But there were certain specific tricks that Azure mandated all of her girls learn, regardless of specialty. Things that were just plain too important not to skimp on. Every girl could skip past refractory periods somehow, every girl be-dicken themselves (or a de-dicken, if they came with one by default), every girl could cast the pocket dimension spell, every girl had some mechanism for biggening themselves and/or others. And, most importantly, every girl had extremely fine control over when they climaxed. The most experienced girls could withstand days of constant stimulation without cumming, but even the newest of newbies had mastered the art of cumming on command, which is what all three of the Roxies currently in play did, simultaneously.

Cum was, unsurprisingly, Tiff’s favourite food. Even she was willing to admit that that was kind of an odd statement. But the heart wants what it wants, and what Tiff’s metaphorical heart wanted was cum. It tasted good, but also it tasted interesting. Complex and multi-faceted and layered, and every person’s was different. Even if you took two people with identical builds and diets and lifestyles, their cum would still have subtle nuances that set it apart.

And, most importantly, cum was super nutritious, or at least it was for Tiff. Much like vampires fed off the magic in blood, triffids like Tiff apparently fed off of some sort of unique property of semen. She had no idea why it was so potent in comparison to other sources of protein? She’d looked it up, cum wasn’t actually particularly protein-dense or calorie-dense and didn’t have much else in the way of nutritional value. Maybe it was more like vampires and blood than she gave it credit for, or maybe it was just the sheer volume of cum she tended to ingest. She didn’t really know, she didn’t really care. All that mattered to her was that Roxie was filling her up with a lot of it from three angles at once.

By the time the raccoon was done, Tiff was rendered spherical – in more ways than one. After eating the first spare Roxie, her belly had already been rendered fairly rotund. But Roxie’s climax had left it big enough that she wasn’t going to be able to move until she digested a bit. Especially factoring in that her boobs had been cumflated to the same size – each. Less a body and more a collection of giant spheres, at least for the moment. One of her boobs let out a long, wet, cum-scented burp, at which point she realized that only one of her boobs had a Roxie in it, and the one that didn’t was a bit fuller and felt like something inside of it was moving. “Oops.”

“It’s okay, I already made a bunch of extra mes. For now they’re gonna watch from outside the splash zone but if you accidentally eat all of the mes that are actually in play then I can just send in more.”

“Oh! Handy.”

“Gotta have foresight.”

“Speaking of which,” Tiff said as she ate the other Roxie.

“Oi, that wasn’t an invitation.”

“Gotta keep my tits even! And I warned you earlier!” Tiff replied simply as another Roxie walked into the scene. “Anyway, geeze, look what you did to me. Were you, like, backed up or something?”

“I just got off’a work. Still got a few lingering Hyper-Productivity enchantments going.”

“This is not just a few.”

“The guy was really into getting filled up.”

“Geeze, no fucking kidding.”

“Also into macro gangbangs, like half of those spares are from that one session.”

“Geeze.”

“Anyhoo, I think that’s probably enough foreplay?” Neither girl acknowledged the inherent absurdity of calling what had just gone down foreplay – Tiff was round enough that she’d probably not fit in the bed of Roxie’s custom high-capacity truck.

“Yeah, that was more than enough of an appetizer. Gimme a couple of seconds to digest and we can get on to the main course.”

“The good bit.”

“Yes, the good bit.” Tiff mimed rolling her eyes – once again, Roxie was weirdly eager to watch herself get vored and then cumflate Tiff from the inside. Not that she entirely minded. Tiff was enjoying herself, Roxie was enjoying herself. As far as she was concerned this whole setup was win/win. No downsides. And anyway, Roxie wasn’t the only one increasingly eager for Tiff to gorge herself.

She didn’t really need to wait to process all the cum she’d ingested. She had enough mouths with enough dexterous tongues that she could, if she wanted, empty Roxie’s Ford whatever-it-was of spares without standing up. But digesting her first course would make her bigger which would let her eat more Roxies at once. Speed up the process just a bit, which was good because Tiff was normally not one to savour her food and there was a lot of Roxie to get through. More than there seemed to be at first glance, and probably more than were contained in the aforementioned truck.

Tiff slowly hefted herself forward. Standing wasn’t an option, or at least not without some mechanical aid, but she could at least get up on her feet by sort of resting on herself. Once she was satisfied that she wouldn’t end up falling over on her fucking face once she was done digesting, she snapped her fingers – honestly she still wasn’t entirely sure how that worked. She didn’t even really have fingers to snap, and when she wasn’t doing magic she couldn’t snap them. But fucking whatever, any idle thoughts about fingers and the snapping thereof were quickly washed away as her belly and boobs slowly began to shrink while the rest of her began to grow.

Her boobs less than her belly, of course. By the time she was done digesting they would be proportionally bigger than when she’d started. A well-fed Tiff was a curvy Tiff, and of course directly feeding her tits made them bigger, otherwise what would the point of them having mouths even be? Nothing, that’s what.

Tiff almost lost her balance when her belly got small enough that it wasn’t touching the ground anymore. That always happened sooner than she expected, between her belly shrinking and her legs getting longer. Cut the amount of time before she couldn’t rest on it just about in half. In general it didn’t last quite as long as she’d have preferred it to, but oh well. She had plenty more Roxies to gorge herself on. This was just the beginning, she was nowhere near finished digesting yet.

Well, okay. She was nowhere near finished digesting in terms of all the things she intended to eat today, but this particular batch of digestion only lasted a few minutes. She could probably have afforded a slightly weaker metabolism booster spell, but she did have to go to work eventually. Miss Dreamer would probably kill her and Roxie if they spent too long on this. Besides, it wasn’t exactly the biggest meal she’d ever had. Only three full-grown adult raccoons plus a few hundred thousand gallons of cum – barely a snack! Just about enough to push her to twenty feet tall, which was hardly anything.

“Good start!”

“You should prolly start bigging yourself, too.”

“I don’t think I need to worry about that just yet.”

“Hey, your maximum without help is, what, two hundred feet? There’s way more than two hundred feet worth of Roxies here.”

“I’ve been working on my upper limit, actually. I think I could prolly push three hundred these days? Besides, are you saying you wouldn’t help me with a growth spell or two?”

“Fair enough.” Tiff shrugged. “Aaaaaanyway, I’m gonna eat the rest of you so you’d better get to work on catching up if you wanna fuck me.”

“Who says I’m gonna fuck you?”

“You always say you’re not gonna fuck me and then you always end up fucking me. Every time.”

“Not every time.”

“Every single time. Just like how you always say you’re only going to feed me your spares and then you always make a few hundred more spares before we’re done.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not about you fucking me or feeding me, no, but you should be honest about it!”

“Okay, fine,” Roxie said, rolling her eyes. “We’re almost definitely gonna end up fucking and I’m absolutely gonna end up feeding you a bunch more spares than I intend to and you’re gonna get ridiculously huge. Again. You happy.”

“Ecstatic,” Tiff replied before reaching down and picking up a Roxie.

“Hey, careful not to hurt my truck.”

“I won’t hurt your truck,” Tiff replied, miming rolling her eyes.

“I’m serious, it costs a lot to keep that baby runnin’.”

“This is a pocket dimension, it’s not like your car is even here,” Tiff replied, casually tossing the Roxie into the air and catching it with her head-tongue like a frog catching a fly. She generally found herself using her head-mouth sparingly – most people seemed to find it offputting, more than her other mouths. Which was yet another thing she didn’t understand. It wasn’t like it involved any naughty bits, like her tits or crotch or whatever. It was just a mouth on her head, where mouths were supposed to be anyway. Just not in quite the right spot, that’s all. Roxie, at least, didn’t seem to mind too much, but Roxie wasn’t exactly a good baseline for what was normal. Whatever, though, Tiff didn’t care if people thought her mouths were weird. It wasn’t like she could just not use them, she had to eat after all. And, speaking of which, now was probably a good time to get to gorging.

Tiff had a lot of mouths. There was her main mouth on her tummy, her lipples, her head mouth, her crotchmouth, and a small one on each hand for a total of seven. Which was six more than most people had. She wasn’t the only person she knew with a lot more than the normal amount of mouths, but barring some edge cases – like that one hydra professor, or how a slime’s entire body was technically mouths, or how Sam’s mouth count varied depending on her horniness level, or even Roxie and her multiple bodies – she was the record holder for the most mouths. Factoring in her current size, she could fit anywhere from two to five Roxies at once depending on which mouth. It took about five seconds to swallow a mouthful and about fifteen seconds to grab another load of Roxies which meant she could manage about three loads of Roxies per mouth in a minute, or around a hundred total Roxies. Not that she could do that kind of mental math in the moment, of course, but she could get a general idea of how much she was eating.

Which is why, about five minutes into the main course and with the truck still about as full as it had been at the start, she realized something was up. “Okay so like did you accidentally make an Infinite Roxie Pit again?”

“Maybe.”

“Did you intentionally make an Infinite Roxie Pit again?”

“Hey, that was one time! Anyway, I told you I just got off of a session with a guy who was really into macro orgies.”

Oh, so they were macro, too. “Are we gonna be here all week again? Again? Because like I’ve got a phytochemistry test coming up and I wanted to get a few shifts in at work.”

“It’s fine! There’s only a few hundred thousand of them in there and they’re like fifty feet on average, it could be waaaaay worse.”

“Please let me know in advance next time you come here with a few hundred thousand spares, okay? This is the kind of thing I need to plan around!”

“Are you sayin’ you’re not gonna eat ‘em all?”

“Like, of course I’m gonna eat ‘em all, don’t be stupid. I’m just asking for some common courtesy!” She huffed indignantly. “Anyway, couldja make them cum? I’m gonna hafta digest again or we’ll be here all day. And don’t decompress them yet, either! I’ve got like five hundred of them in me right now, I’m gonna need to get bigger before I can reasonably digest that much.”

“Yeah, sure.” Roxie sounded just a little disappointed that Tiff intended to speed things up but whatever, if they didn’t pick up the pace then forget all day, they’d probably be here for several days before Tiff even finished emptying the truck, let alone the inevitable extras. Roxie could deal with not getting to savour Tiff eating every single solitary spare.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her. “Look tell you what, why don’t you get to growing and you can fuck my ass while I digest, okay?”

“Okay!” And, just like that, Roxie perked right back up. It probably said a lot about her as a person that Tiff could manipulate her mood so easily? But Tiff wasn’t exactly one to talk when it came to simplicity. “I’m gonna try out a size matching spell I’ve been workin’ on. It’ll keep me roughly the same size as you, no matter how much you grow.”

“That seems inefficient.”

“It is! It’s a bit easier on me than manually growing, but I’ve gotta have someone else to leech off of. Which is why I’m still working on getting stronger.” She flexed a lanky arm, placing a hand on the barely perceptible bicep that resulted. “I’ll probably never be able to match all the highest tier folks at the Hole in terms ‘a raw power, but with hard work, grit, and a few clever workarounds I can at least keep up!”

“And, like, that size matching spell is one of them?”

“Yep!” Roxie grinned, placing her hands on her hips as her body began to slowly grow. “Going toe-to-toe with people stronger than me using tricks and workarounds! That’s pretty fitting for a raccoon, right?”

“Like, I don’t really care.”

Roxie immediately deflated, even as she continued to grow. “Aw, c’mon, you’re supposed to praise me for being smart.”

“I’m a plant.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t praise me!”

“I don’t know what you expected. If you wanna be praised, go talk to Miss Dreamer.”

“Miss Dreamer isn’t here! You are!”

“Shouldn’t you be making your clones I’ve eaten cum and then fucking my ass?”

“... Yeah, right. I guess I shoulda expected you to have a one-track mind.” Roxie shrugged. “Turn around and bend over.”

Tiff did as she was told. Mostly she was just glad to be getting back on track. She’d had her fill of taking things slowly at the start. Tiff had never been a patient plant – now that she’d gotten a taste, she wanted the whole damn meal, and she wanted it now.

And, thankfully, Roxie seemed more than happy to fuckin’ give it to her.

Tiff was not, strictly speaking, equipped for anal. Technically, being a plant, she wasn’t equipped for vaginal either, so the best she could do was to use her crotch-mouth as a substitute. It had some downsides in that there were certain sex acts she just couldn’t do. But when customers asked for Tiff they generally wanted specific things so it wasn’t a huge deal. Besides, how many other girls could suck a dick with their cunt? Maybe Sam, under the right conditions, but that was it. Roxie slid it in with grace and ease, and then, with a snap of her fingers, came. A lot.

“Mnnn, that’s more like it~”

“Now who’s the impatient one?”

“Shut up and fuck me~”

“Believe me, we’re just getting started.”

Tiff immediately got to digesting. Mostly, she focused on the cum rather than the spares. Usually she didn’t get to digest the people she ate at all, but that was fine because she actually preferred to milk as much cum from her meals as she could manage anyway. It’s like how if you slaughtered a chicken you got enough meat for one or two meals, but if you kept that same chicken around for its entire life then it would lay enough eggs for many meals. You get a lot more bang for your buck if you milked your meals dry rather than digesting them – and if you digested them, then you couldn’t eat them again in the future! That would be wasteful!

“How big d’ya wanna shoot for?”

“You said there’s a few hundred thousand spares, right? I’m about twenty feet tall or so right now so let’s shoot for a hundred and then play it by ear from there.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Roxie gave a mock-salute before grabbing Tiff’s ass and getting back to pounding. “Man, your ass is big.”

“A plant’s gotta have a solid base.”

“Solid as fuck.” Roxie gave it a good smack, sending ripples reverberating across the vast expanse of green flesh – ripples that only seemed to get more and more intense as that vast expanse got vaster in uneven lurches of size. “Fuck, you’re tight.” Roxie’s hips collided with Tiff’s ass in erratic rhythm as her orgasm somehow managed to redouble in intensity, sending further shockwaves through soft plant flesh. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She collapsed forwards, pressing her fat tits firmly into Tiff’s back.

“Y-you seem to be having a good time back there.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck~”

“Like, is this related to those clever workarounds of yours?”

“I- mnnnnn I thought this one had worn offfffff~”

“I’m not complaining.” Tiff could feel Roxie’s cock swelling bigger inside of her, disproportionately from the rest of her passive size-matching growth. Some sort of cock-growing spell? Tiff kind of doubted it was only that, or else Roxie wouldn’t be quite so rumbly about it. Earthquake noises usually meant something really big, and right now Roxie sounded like a magnitude seven – and getting bigger with every second. “Don’t hold back, that’ll just make it worse.”

“Mnnnn, okay. Just, ah, hold on tight because- fuck.” Roxie’s body interrupted her attempted warning with a big convulsion. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, I’m- I’m gonna- gonnaaaaaaahhhhnnnn~”

Roxie didn’t get to finish her sentence, but Tiff had a fairly solid idea what she was gonna given that she abruptly quadrupled in size in one fell swoop – and, pointedly, so did all the clones inside her. “Oops.”

“What do you mean, ‘oops,’ this is great.”

“I, uh, might have borrowed a Potion of Concentrated Size from Lisa. Or three.”

“Did you ask her?”

“Yes!” Roxie lied.

“Like, you shouldn’t take things without asking.”

“I asked!” Roxie lied again. “A-anyway, it’s supposed to make you get bigger when you cum. I thought it had worn off because I didn’t grow the first time I came.”

“Like, that’s fine. I can work with this.”

“Tiff, babe, with all due respect you’ve kind of been turned into an overfilled living condom right now.”

“I know! It’s great!”

“Aren’t you normally a turbodom?”

“Yeah, but, like, look at all this cum! Once I digest all of this I’m gonna be like twice as big as you are right now! And that’s assuming it doesn’t kick in again!”

“I kind of hope it doesn’t. I’m already like four hundred feet tall.”

“Like, aren’t you trying to push your limits?”

“I’m trying to increase my maximum. That means going a little above it for as long as I can manage on a regular basis.”

“Well, whatever, this isn’t size training. And potions don’t count anyway.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Anyway, like, don’t worry about me. I can keep up with you. If anything, like, you probably need help keeping up with me. I’m probably gonna get way bigger than four hundred feet by the time I finish with the Infinite Roxie Pit.”

“That’s true. I guess I just don’t like growing if I can’t see it coming.”

“Well, like, now you know that there’s a chance every time you climax so you can plan for it.”

“I guess so.”

“Anyway, like, I’m gonna catch up real quick.” Tiff snapped her fingers, somehow, and with a lurch grew to Roxie’s size. She was still fairly rotund, but she was at least no longer a condom. “Like, I figure there’s no need to go all the way just yet, since you’ve still got that size-matching spell going on. This way you can have some fun with Chubby Tiff!”

“Okay so, no offence? I mean this as a positive, but Chubby Tiff isn’t exactly novel.”

“Chubbier Than Normal Tiff, then.”

“I’m down for Fat Tiff.”

“Hey, now, like, don’t use the word fat.”

“You got a fat ass.”

“Hmph.” Tiff abruptly lurched backwards, catching Roxie off guard and bowling her over before turning around and straddling the raccoon, cowgirl style. She loomed, driving home that while they might be the same height, Tiff was significantly bigger. “You were saying?”

“I never said anything about Fat Tiff being a bad thing,” Roxie said, reaching up and squeezing the triffid’s cum-filled belly. “Ya’ wear it really well.”

“Hey, wanna try eating a few spares yourself?”

“H-huh?” Roxie’s hands lurched back nervously. “What brings that on????”

“Well, like, you’re into vore, right? I know you prefer to be the prey, but, like, have you ever tried being the pred instead? It’s pretty fun, and it’ll probably help you with your size problems!”

“I-uh.” Roxie’s cheeks flushed, a deep red visible through her fur. “I don’t know. I’m not really the pred type.”

Tiff tilted her head. “That sounds like an attitude problem.”

“An attitude problem?”

“That sure is what I just said. But yeah. Attitude problem.”

“How d’you figure?”

“Well, you’re a sub, right? Generally prefer taking rather than giving in spite of having a massive fucking horsecock?”

“I mean... Yeah? You can be a futa and still be a sub.”

“Like, ain’t saying you can’t! The point, though, is that there’s not a lot more submissive than getting vored. It’s, like, the ultimate submission.”

“That’s a lot of words, babe.”

“What I’m saying is that you lack versatility.”

“I do?”

“And the best way to address that is, like, to jump into the deep end. If being prey is the ultimate submission then being the predator is the ultimate dominance!”

“Okay cool,” Roxie said, still blushing. “What’s the real reason you want me to do this, though?”

“Because it would be very hot.”

“Okay.”

“Also there’s infinite Roxies and I think we’ll go faster if we double up.”

“There’s not infinite Roxies, just a lot.”

“And I wasn’t lying when I said that it might help with your size issue,” Tiff continued, completely ignoring Roxie’s attempt at a counterpoint. “There’s no better way to get bigger than eating people.”

“I can think of several.”

“Nope, not a one.”

“... Well, at least the tension is broken,” Roxie said with a sigh. “Fine, okay, I’ll try... Eating a couple. Of me.”

“It’s kinda fucked up when you put it like that.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“I may be a plant but I can at least understand why voring yourself would be odd.”

“You’re the one who suggested it.”

“Like, are you gonna do this or not?”

Roxie blushed again. “Yeah yeah. Just... Grab a couple for me, would you?”

“You’re not going to do it yourself?”

“I’m not quite at the point where I’m comfortable with picking up a me and eating it like it’s popcorn, babe. Besides, you’ve got better manual dexterity at this size than I do.”

“Oh well like in that case your first mistake was assuming I would practice moderation.”

“wait wh-” Roxie’s attempted response was almost immediately cut short by Tiff stuffing a handful of Roxies into her mouth. And since Tiff was pretty fucking big at this point, a handful of Roxies was a lot. She kept her hand firmly latched onto Roxy’s mouth, keeping her from spitting them back up.

“Swallow.”

“Mnf!”

“Just do it. I’m not letting go otherwise and, like, there’s no way you can overpower me.”

“Mnf!” Roxie made some token efforts to struggle, but Tiff was right. Even though they were the same size, Tiff was a lot stronger than she looked. Definitely stronger than Roxie. There was no way she was gonna get out of this, so she might as well just roll with it. Even if she did have a few hundred of herself in her mouth. Enough that her cheeks were bulging visibly. God, it was gonna take multiple swallows to deal with this, wasn’t it? But she had to do it because her mouth was so full she couldn’t breathe – which was, in fact, a thing that people generally needed to do.

Roxie closed her eyes, worked up the courage, and swallowed. As predicted, she only managed a small percentage of her mouthful, and even that was a bit much for her throat. She could feel a heavy bulge  travelling down her throat, like when you take a bite of food that’s a bit bigger than you can handle. It almost hurt, almost. She waited until it cleared her throat and then swallowed again, and then one more time.

Satisfied that Roxie had swallowed all the Roxies, Tiff finally removed her hand. “There. Like, was that so hard?”

“Yes,” Roxie grumbled, followed by a small burp.

“It couldn’t possibly have been that hard.”

“I’m not a plant so eating hundreds of people in one mouthful is hard for me, okay?”

“That’s quitter talk.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means you’re talking like a quitter! Now, on to the second course!”

“One course is fine for now.”

“That’s even more quitter talk!”

“I am one hundred percent okay with being a quitter in this particular situation, Tiff.”

“Boooo.”

“I’m just not used to doing vore, yet, okay? Let me start slow and work my way up.”

“Boooo!”

“Look, I’m still new to this whole pred thing okay? I’m not like you or Lei, I still need time to get used to this.”

“Boooo!”

“At least let me digest first and then maybe I’ll have some more!”

“Fine, fine. Whatever.” Tiff shrugged. “If you’re not into it, you’re not into it. I just figured you’d be into it.”

“You did?”

“I’ve got a sixth sense when it comes to peeps who are into vore.”

“... I mean, you already know I’m into vore.”

“Yeah but like as a pred.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I think you’d be good at it!”

“I think I’ll stick to my strengths for now. But I’m open to new experiences in a casual setting.”

“I’ll take it!”

“No more force-feeding me Roxies, though.”

“Boooo.”

“If I eat any Roxies it’s gonna be because I choose to eat more Roxies, okay?”

“Fine, fine, I won’t push the issue.” Tiff waved dismissively before abruptly reaching down and grabbing Roxie’s arms, pinning them above her head. “Buuuuut, if I’m gonna hafta deal with your little truck aaaaaall on my own, then you’re gonna hafta make it up to me~”

“Oh? And how am I supposed to do that, pray tell?”

Tiff licked her lips – or at least the ones that weren’t currently occupied. “How the fuck do you think I want you to make it up to me?”

“You’re gonna hafta tell me or I ain’t doin’ jack shit, babe.”

“You really wanna make me say it?”

Roxie moved suddenly and sharply, shifting her weight and toppling Tiff over onto her back – something she almost certainly only managed to do because Tiff allowed it – entirely reversing their positions. “I’m absolutely gonna make you say it.”

“Fine, then, make it up to me with a fuckload of cum.”

“Alright then! Time for another one ‘a my little tricks, then.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, see, I’ve already still got lingering output boosting spells on me so obviously I’m gonna cum a lot, right?”

“Like, you don’t need to tell me, you already turned me into a sphere earlier.”

“Yeah, but even that’s not nearly enough to satisfy you, right?”

“Duh.”

“So obviously I need to increase my output even more, obviously.”

“Obviously!”

“Which is where the trick comes in. See, what I can do is start to create another Roxie and then stop partway through to give myself, for instance, an extra set of arms or tits.”

“Ooooh~” Tiff cooed, immediately picking up on what Roxie was suggesting. “Hell yeah, gimme that quadball cum!”

“Yeah, I figured you’d be into that.”

“Double the output means double the fun!”

“Actually, the way the multiplier spell works it’d be more like eight times output.”

“Hell yeah, you know how to fuckin’ party!”

“Mnnn, why don’t we just make this the climax of the whole thing, then?” Roxie groaned as another Roxie slipped out of her and circled around to the other side of Tiff. “I’m thinkin’ seven Roxies for seven mouths. Each of us with four balls with eight times the normal productivity of a two-balled Roxie. So it’d be like getting fucked by somethin’ like fifty six Roxies at once?”

“Like, I think your math’s off.”

“... It is? Sorry, I’m still working on my on-the-fly lewd math skills. Is eight times seven not fifty six? Or would the cum multiplier work differently spread out across seven mes?”

“No, no, no, that part of your math was right.”

“Oh. What was wrong, then?”

“This is the climax, right? You said so yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Tiff, easily breaking free of Roxie’s grip, reached over and picked up the truck, calmly placing it in her main mouth.

“Oh. Hey, I know it’s technically a magic duplicate but it’s still custom, dangit.”

Tiff paused. “Hey, to be clear, like, the truck’s a duplicate, right? Does that mean all the clones are still back in the real world?”

“No, no, don’t worry, the spell doesn’t work like that. I’m pretty sure the spell doesn’t work like that. The boss lady said that they shouldn’t get duplicated by the pocket dimension spell and I generally trust her.”

“Well, if Miss Dreamer says so then it’s probably fine.”

“If it turns out that I’ve still got a fucking truckload of spares to deal with I’m going to scream.”

“It worked fine the other times we did this, right?”

“You know what? Yeah, whatever, let’s not get too hung up on this or we actually will be here all week.” The second Roxie gently placed her hands under Tiff’s head, lifting it up and pressing her cock against the lips of her head-mouth. “Shall we get going?”

Tiff obligingly allowed Roxie’s cock to slip inside of her. Another two Roxies took up positions beside the second one, and Tiff placed her hands against their flares, letting them slowly slide into her hand-mouths. Two more climbed onto her chest, sliding their cocks into their lipples, while one sat down off to the side. “Because you’re definitely gonna eat the ones that are fucking you,” she clarified.

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

“Anyway,” said the final Roxie, straddling Tiff’s belly just below her main mouth. “When you give the go-ahead, I’m gonna put it in and then I’m gonna start cumming and then you’re gonna start growing. Lemme know when you’re ready to go, babe.”

“When are you gonna decompress the spares?”

“Probably around when we hit city scale, I’d say? Maybe once we hit the Great Lakes.”

“Or you could do it now.”

“I’d end up falling off.”

“... Fine, we can wait until there’s more room.”

“Don’t worry, given the sheer amount of cum you’re about to get filled with I’m gonna guess it’ll take like five minutes at the longest to get to Lake Michigan.”

“Man that’s like forever tho.”

“No it’s not. Also I said at the longest. It’ll probably take less time than that.”

“Just get to cumming already, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am!” With that, the last Roxie slid forward, taking her place in Tiff’s final free mouth. “Okay, time to get huge.”

All seven of the Roxies climaxed in unison, and Tiff immediately got to work digesting all of their output, turning it into raw size. And, of course, there was a lot of cum to digest. Roxie had underestimated her productivity, it seemed, especially factoring in the Infinite Roxie Pit. They bowled over the entire city within seconds, and barely a minute had passed before Tiff’s feet started to feel wet. “Mnnn, fuck~” all of the Roxies groaned in unison. The one sitting off to the side raised a hand in the air. “Well, I said I’d do this when we hit the Great Lakes. I guess we’re probably going to outgrow the planet. Again. This always happens when I fuck you.”

“Mnf.”

“Hey, don’t blame me, this time I only made a handful of extra spares. This is at least half your fault, you know.”

“Mnf.”

“Maybe more than half!”

“Mnf!”

“I’m gettin’ to it, I’m gettin’ to it. Lemme just make sure we don’t die first, okay? Okay.” Roxie snapped her fingers. “There. Compression spells off, don’t-die-in-space spells on! You’re welcome.”

“Took you long enough.”

“Wh- hey! You ate me!”

“Duh.” Tiff mimed rolling her eyes. “You took too long so I got bored.”

“Took- We’re already bigger than the state!”

“Like, I think you mean we’re only bigger than the state.”

“Oh my god you really are an insatiable size-slut.”

“Anyway,” Tiff said, snapping her own fingers. “You said we’re outgrowing the planet? That’s quitter talk.”

“I- Ahhhhhh fuck what did you god damn dooooooooo~”

“Just a little jolt of magic to kickstart that potion you stole.”

“Borrowwwwwwwwwed!” Roxie attempted to reply as she quadrupled in size, easily outgrowing the entire planet in one fell swoop.

“Like I said, just planetary is quitter talk. We ain’t stopping ‘til we’re at least bigger than the solar system.”

“I-fuuuuuuck!” Roxie lurched bigger again, and so did all the Roxies Tiff had already eaten. And bigger Roxies meant bigger balls meant bigger cum meant bigger Tiff. And, thanks to the size matching spell, bigger Tiff meant bigger Roxie in a feedback loop of size that was occasionally boosted by the potion kicking in again. Within minutes they’d outgrown the planet and sorta floated off into space, and then just sorta kept on going. And going. And going.

“I thought you had a tessssssssst!”

“It’ll be fine.”

“I-ahhnnnnnn~” It felt like every time Roxie wanted to say something she got interrupted by growing again. Not that she particularly minded the growing bit. It was the interrupting her train of thought that she objected to, but on the other hand there wasn’t exactly a convenient time to involuntarily quadruple in size so she decided to just roll with it as best as she could. All the Roxies Tiff had eaten were cumming, might as well get in on the action.

She grabbed her shaft and sloooowly got to pumping, letting all the sensations her other bodies were feeling inside of Tiff wash over her. Fuck, it felt good. For anyone else it would be complete sensory overload, but Roxie had the advantage of extra brains to spread the load out. She slowly picked up the pace as she revelled in the tightness, like her entire body was getting a firm hug a thousand times over, rubbing and squeezing and groping and cumming. Really, her own masturbation was basically an afterthought. She didn’t need to do it, but it felt right.

She felt that familiar pressure, slowly building at the base of her shaft, exponential cum making its way up her shaft in a big ol’ bulge, followed closely by another and another. “Fuck, gonna- gonna-”

“Make sure to brace yourself, by the way.”

“wait wh-”

This time, Roxie only had herself to blame for the interruption. She erupted, and in the process the force of her climax caused her to start spinning. “Ack!”

“Physics!”

“I-I’m aware!”

“Don’t worry, this is still a pocket dimension so you’ll be fine when you’re done. Have fun at Proxima Centauri!”

“Help!”

“Think of it as an opportunity to practice dealing with being Planetary scale, babe. Oh, make that Solar scale.”

“Tiff help me!”

“Bye!”

She really probably shouldn’t have expected any help from Tiff, to be honest. But, well, it was kind of hard to focus given she was in fact still cumming. And probably would be for a while given all those productivity enhancements and the fact that she still had four balls. Which meant there was a lot of fuel for her space journey.

“Maybe she was right, maybe I should start trying to vore my own spares,” Roxie mused as she watched the stars spin past her. It really was quite beautiful. She would have very much liked it if she could stop spinning and get a good look at the vista. “It’s gotta be less of a hassle than this shit.”

“I can still hear you, you know!”

“And I know a certain pain in the ass to deal with I can practice on.”

“Hey, I don’t do being prey! You know that.”

“I don’t know,” Roxie grumbled. “Sounds like you are lacking in versatility.”