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boy howdy this one's a long time in the making, like three plus years. super excited to finally be able to share it with y'all~ also I almost certainly missed some fetish content tagging this, so if you find anything I missed please let me know!", "writing": "Harris University was not the biggest or most prestigious in the country. There were a few famous alumni – mostly politicians – but the biggest draw, aside from locals who didn't want to move too far from home, was that it was very friendly to non-human students and faculty. The non-human dorms in particular were the biggest in the country, with accomodations for everything from vampires to goblins, demons, and even dragons.\n\nThe girl sitting in front of Chad in his afternoon botany lecture was none of those things. Actually, she didn't seem to be anything that the handsome young rat had seen before. “She looks like some kinda dinosaur or something.”\n\n“Maybe she's a kaiju?”\n\n“The fuck's a kaiju?”\n\nBrad gestured vaguely. “It's, y'know, a type of dragon. Big nuclear lizard things from Japan. They breathe fire, I think.”\n\n“Weeb.”\n\n“Fuck you, it's a real thing. Mitch used to date one. Tits the size of a fuckin' building, man.”\n\n“Didn't Mitch turn into a horse lady and drop out to be in porn?”\n\n“Well, yeah, that's what you get when your girlfriend is constantly irradiated. I hear they're getting married this summer.”\n\n“Wow, I didn’t get a whiff of an invite. What a fuckin’ douchebag.” Chad leaned back in his chair, examining the girl. “Anyway, I don't think you're right.”\n\n“How the fuck would you know, asshole, you didn't even know what one was five seconds ago.”\n\n“You said they breathe fire. She doesn't have a mouth.”\n\n“Shit. You're right. Fuck you.” The bear crossed his arms petulantly and leaned back in his chair. “Alright, then, what the fuck is she, if you're so smart.”\n\nChad didn't respond, slowly taking in the girl from behind. She was a resident of the monster dorms, that much was made clear by the bright, vibrant green colour of what flesh was visible. Her hair was a pale, pastel pink, shoulder length and loose except for a magenta spire at the top centre of her head that added a good foot of height. There was something off about it, though. The more he looked at it, the less it seemed like actual hair. In high school he had briefly dated a lizard girl whose hair was a similarly unnatural colour, and which wasn't actually hair – it unfurled into a large frill like that one dinosaur in Jurassic Park that spat poison in Newman from Seinfeld's face. She'd been pretty fucking hot, but things ultimately hadn't worked out. She'd wanted more out of the relationship than him, and hadn't even been a particularly good fuck – they broke up after she bit his shoulder in bed hard enough to draw blood. “Prolly some kinda lizard.”\n\n“Lizards have scales, bro. She don't got scales.”\n\n“She's got scales on her legs, I think.” They weren't visible from his current position, and her clothing wasn't exactly revealing – her fashion sense tended towards long, flowing dresses, with similar colours and textures to her hair now that he thought about it – but he had caught enough glimpses of her feet, at least. They were huge, dark green, with three six-inch claws up front – and a fourth in the back, at least a foot long, curved and sharp. Not that Chad paid much attention to her feet. He was much more interested in her big, fat, slutty ass. It was hard to get a good look at it given the dresses, but her hips still stretched twice as wide as her slender, feminine shoulders and her ass still very clearly [i]jutted[/i] out proudly. It was easy for someone who had seen as many asses as Chad to extrapolate on what it would look like [i]minus[/i] the dress. Her breasts were also fucking massive, disproportionately large on her otherwise almost impossibly slender upper body, but she was decidedly bottom-heavy.\n\n“I dunno, man, I don’t got a foot fetish like you do, but I’m pretty sure lizards are scaly all over.”\n\n“Fuck you. Maybe she's one of those weird combo monsters, like Doctor Argo.”\n\n“They're called chimeras, dude. Don't be racist.”\n\nChad shrugged. “Whatever she is, she's hot.”\n\n“You know she can hear you right?” The girl sitting beside her – a frog, some tropical species – snapped around and gave Chad and Brad dirty looks.\n\n“Who can hear them?” The girl turned to look down at her much shorter friend.\n\n“You, Tiff.”\n\n“Oh! They're talking about me?”\n\nThe frog sighed. “Yes, Tiff, they're talking about you.”\n\n“Oh, okay!” The girl, apparently named Tiff, turned around to look at Chad. Her voice sounded bubbly and happy enough, but her expression was completely blank – she had no mouth, and her eyes stared blankly and soullessly at Chad. It took him a moment to realize that they weren't even eyes at all, just purple markings on her flesh, vaguely in the shape of eyes. It was mildly unsettling, to say the least. “Hi! I'm Tiff!”\n\n“Tiffany,” the frog elaborated coldly. “Tiff to her friends.” [i]“Which you are not,”[/i] she didn't add, at least not out loud, but the unspoken sentiment was almost deafening.\n\n“Nice to meet you, Tiff,” Chad said, putting on the charm. The frog narrowed her eyes. “If you don't mind me asking, my friend here was wondering what exactly you were?”\n\n“Hungry!”\n\n“Well, then,” Chad said, giving his best hot-guy smirk. “If that's the case, how about after class you and me go somewhere nice to eat.”\n\n“No,” the frog said, exactly at the same time as Tiff's response of “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!” “[i]No[/i],” she said, more firmly.\n\n“Aw, come on, Frankie! He's gonna buy me [i]food![/i]”\n\nThe frog, apparently named Frankie, groaned. “[i]Fine[/i], but I'm coming along.”\n\n“That's okay, we can make it a double date. What do you say, Brad?”\n\nBrad rolled his eyes. “Whatever, bro, you owe me.”\n\n“It's settled, then.” Chad stood up, smiling broadly, and gestured for Tiff to follow him. “Come on, babe, class is basically over anyway, and I think we're [i]both[/i] eager to get to the good bit.”\n\nFrankie glared at him as he walked away, Tiff following after him like an eager puppy. “Ugh. Your friend's an asshole.”\n\n“Yeah, uh, sorry about that,” Brad muttered. “Hey, look, could you, uh-”\n\n“Don't worry about it.” Frankie waved dismissively. “The boss is big on client confidentiality. We get some pretty important folks using our services and it wouldn't do for word to get out.” She turned to him and smirked. “Tell you what, if you help me keep an eye on those two tonight, I'll give you a ten percent discount.”\n\n“Hey, look, she seems kinda... naive, so if you're worried about him taking advantage of her or something-”\n\nFrankie laughed. “Ha! [i]Hell[/i] no. Tiff's a big girl, she can make her own choices about who she fucks.”\n\n“Then why are you chaperoning?”\n\nFrankie pushed herself up out of her chair. “Oh, you'll see. For now, let's just say Tiff's not the one I'm worried about getting fucked tonight.”\n\n[center]~~~~~~[/center]\n\nFrankie had insisted on going Dutch. Chad, initially, had attempted to push his willingness to be chivalrous in a transparent attempt to continue laying on the charm, but that had quickly dried up when Tiff began to order.\n\nAnd order.\n\nAnd [i]order[/i].\n\nClearly, her earlier response of being hungry had not actually been the attempt at flirting he had initially parsed it to be. She ordered – and ate, though he was not entirely certain [i]how[/i] she managed to eat without a visible mouth, despite having witnessed it firsthand – a truly staggering amount of food. She ordered multiples of almost everything off of the menu – the only dishes she didn't touch were the small handful of vegetarian ones. Plate after plate was put in front of her and, without fail, he would look away for only a second to find the plates completely and utterly licked clean when he looked back. Eventually a man in a very expensive looking suit came to their table, and quietly but politely explained that there was only so much food in the restaurant and they were not the only customers. Tiff, initially, didn't take it well, but her mood improved when the dessert she had ordered prior to being cut off arrived. And, subsequently, vanished. The only sign that there had ever been any food in front of her at all was her belly, bulging out noticeably more than it had when they had started. It looked like – well, like she’d eaten a restaurant’s entire stock of food in one sitting. Where once she’d barely had a waist at [i]all[/i], now her gut made her head-sized tits look tiny.\n\n“Mmm,” she said – almost moaned – before burping. Belching, really, though even that was an understatement. It was loud enough that the entire restaurant shook slightly, and lasted a good minute. Possibly more, Chad hadn't exactly been counting. The air was slowly suffused with a sweet, floral scent. “It's been [i]waaaay[/i] too long since the last time I really ate. This was a good starting point, I think. A nice little snack to start the evening off [i]right[/i].” she said, her voice as bubbly as ever. The waiter stood at her side, staring with a kind of blank horror at the spectacle before him. She slowly pushed herself to her feet before a nervous cough prompted her to pause.\n\n“You, um, have to pay, ma'am.”\n\n“Oh, right! That thing that Miss Dreamer told me about.” She giggled, her voice dainty and musical, like ringing bells. “Here!” she flashed the waiter a small, plastic card that she’d produced from god knows where. The waiter took a close look at it, and then nodded slowly as the colour drained from his face. “Just say it's a business expense~”\n\nHe nodded dumbly a second time, then turned and ran off. “Where to next? There's a nice little buffet down the street, all you can eat!”\n\n“You're banned from that one, Tiff. Remember? You cleaned out the buffet and then you ate all the plates?” Frankie wasn't looking at Tiff – she was too busy giving Chad the biggest shit-eating grin he'd seen in his life. And frogs had fairly large mouths so it was [i]quite[/i] the shit-eating grin. “I tried to warn you,” she mouthed silently.\n\n“Oh, pft, they're still mad about that? Rude.” She turned to look at Chad. “What do you think? Because I'm still [i]really[/i] hungry and it's [i]way[/i] too early to call it a night.”\n\n“Actually,” Chad said slowly and carefully. This night hadn't exactly gone as he'd envisioned it. He'd picked a fairly upscale restaurant, one his father owned so that he could get in without a reservation, entirely because he assumed that Tiff was a much classier girl than she had turned out to be. She did, after all, go around wearing elaborate pink ballgowns with comically long sleeves. But he had still had far worse dates, and it would all be worth it in the end to get his hands on that ass of hers. “I was thinking that we could go back to my place for the night?” His actual intent was clear, but then again, Tiff was clearly not very bright.\n\n“Oh, [i]well[/i],” she replied, almost cooing. “Business before pleasure, then~”\n\nThat reaction caught him off guard somewhat, but he managed to retain his composure. “I live at the ΦYK frat house,” he said, earning another brief dirty look from Frankie. “I hope you don't mind if we don't get much in the way of privacy?”\n\n“Oh, don't worry, I'm used to it. Your friends can even get in on the fun if they want!”\n\nThat caught Chad even further off guard. He had not initially been planning to share, but if Tiff was up to it, then shit, bringing back a hot chick to gangbang would get him a lot of brownie points with the rest of the frat. “Well, that's settled, then. Unless your friend has any objections?”\n\nFrankie's shit-eating grin returned. “Oh, none from me. It sounds like fun, actually~”\n\n“... Okay then.” Chad got up tentatively, and held his hand out to Tiff. “Allow me to escort you.”\n\nChad was not a short person. He was, in fact, quite tall for a rat – a good, solid six five. And, more importantly, was taller than Tiff by a few inches. She wasn't exactly short, either, but she was short[i]er[/i] than he was, if only by a few inches.\n\nOr at least, had been. As Tiff finished standing up (and up and up), she was very clearly no longer shorter than Chad. If only by a few inches, she was taller. Wider. [i]Curvier[/i]. The only thing about her that had gotten smaller was the bulge in her belly that resulted from her meal. If anything, her waist was even more slender than it had been earlier, almost to a comical degree. Like a cartoonish exaggeration of the ideal feminine figure. Enormous tits and hips and ass paired with a waist so slender that it looked to be almost in danger of snapping clean off. She looked like some kind of inhuman monster, mimicking the form of an attractive human to lure in prey.\n\nWhich, he realized, probably wasn't too far off. He'd known going in that she was a monster, but it had been a very long time since there had been a [i]real[/i] threat of a monster eating a person. There were laws against that kind of thing, and the vast majority of monsters were perfectly happy to follow them. Even the most ancient vampire lords eagerly accepted blood rations, and were notorious for coming down [i]very[/i] hard on anyone who threatened the status quo. And anyway, if Tiff [i]were[/i] dangerous, she wouldn't be allowed to attend university.\n\nTiff stared blankly at his outstretched hand for a moment – as if she were even capable of other facial expressions – before throwing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him tightly against her side, his head nestling comfortably around her breasts and onto her feminine shoulder. “Lead the way, [i]Romeo~[/i]”\n\nChad did not lead the way. He was barely capable of moving – Tiff was very clearly in control of the situation. Frankie followed along behind, arm in arm with Brad, giggling all the way. “Remember, Tiff, the rest of the frat is free game, but this one's [i]mine[/i].”\n\nIt was [i]still[/i] not the worst date he'd had, by a rapidly dwindling margin.\n\nThe journey wasn’t a particularly pleasant one for Chad. Tiff made no effort to be gentle with him, dragging him along like he wasn't even there. She darted about like an excited child, marvelling at everything around her – primarily various restaurants. Chad and Frankie had to regularly remind her that they had already eaten and were on their way home. And, even then, she still managed to pout her way into ordering an unreasonable amount from several food carts they passed. Nothing quite so dramatic as her meal proper, but it added up quickly. Chad could [i]feel[/i] himself slowly getting lower and lower on Tiff's body, going from just reaching her shoulder to a full foot of difference, leaving his head squashed into her significantly fatter than they had been at the start of the evening tits.\n\nUp close and personal like he was, he couldn't help but notice how fucking [i]weird[/i] Tiff's dress felt. The texture was soft and silky, but at the same time it felt tough, almost leathery, but also paradoxically [i]fragile[/i]. That was hardly the weirdest thing about it, but it was what was most readily apparent to him. It was a fairly normal seeming ballgown, in various shades of pink and purple that matched her hair, but that it was a ballgown at all was in and of itself baffling. The sleeves were [i]insanely[/i] long, engulfing her hands completely like it had been tailored for someone several feet taller than her – even after her significant growth spurt.\n\nIt also, he noted as they arrived at the Phi Upsilon Kappa dorms, was unsettlingly warm. Like it was alive.\n\nStanding well over seven feet tall at this point, Tiff had to duck to enter the building. Even then, she barely fit. Her body was simply too wide for the doorway – she eventually managed to squeeze her way in, but she had to let go of Chad in the process, which was simply a tragedy. “Right...” he said, tentatively. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he might possibly have gotten himself in over his head. “I'll, uh, I'll go get the others. You make yourself at home in the meantime,” he said offhandedly, not really thinking through the potential consequences.\n\n“Which way is the kitchen?”\n\n“Oh, uh, it's just down the hallway. Brad can show you the way.”\n\nHe chose to pointedly ignore the barely restrained snorting laugh that prompted from Frankie. “Yeah, Brad, why don't you show us to the kitchen?” she echoed, tauntingly. “Have fun, Chaddie-boy~ We'll be in the greenhouse when you're done. Isn't that right, Brad?” Chad elected to ignore the frog entirely, instead making his way to the second floor lounge, where most of the rest of the brothers were likely hanging out at this time of night. Surreal feelings of powerlessness aside, Tiff was still both incredibly hot and totally down for getting shared with the rest of the frat, and he was [i]not[/i] letting that opportunity pass him by.\n\n“Hey, guys!” he said, leaning into the room. “Slut alert. One of those weird bitches from the monster dorms. She's got [i]huge[/i] fucking tits and a great ass and is totally down for being shared if anyone's up for it. We'll be in the greenhouse in five.” He didn't stick around long enough to see if anyone responded – protocol for this kind of situation was to avoid extended conversation. Gangbangs were already kinda gay, especially with a limited amount of pussy to go around. The unwritten rules were to make the offer and then minimize the amount of conversation taking place between involved dudes. He wordlessly made his way back downstairs, to the kitchen.\n\nHe wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting to happen, but ultimately he found himself unsurprised with what he found. Phi Upsilon Kappa was a fairly prominent fraternity on campus. Most of its members were [i]very[/i] well to do, and as a result their building was one of the biggest on campus. That extended to the kitchen – it was large and state of the art, with the biggest commercially available refrigerator money could buy short of the large walk-in kind you found in restaurants. And another, of similar size, for booze.\n\nBoth of them were gone, of course, leaving conspicuous gaps and a few small piles of dust bunnies where they once stood. Most every cupboard and drawer had been roughly thrown open and ransacked – he didn't need to check them to know that they were completely cleared of their contents. Also missing was every single chair and table and appliance that wasn't outright nailed down. Tiff was nowhere to be seen, but she was not exactly being stealthy. The doors to the pantry were open, and he could hear the sounds of rummaging and eating from within – and, shortly, Tiff emerged. “Oh, hi! I was feeling a bit peckish, so I helped myself to a light snack. I hope you don't mind!”\n\nHer gut was obscenely distended, its massive swell making the bulge at dinner look like nothing. It hung low enough to drag on the ground, big and heavy and [i]full[/i]. She rested her hands (which were still concealed by her oversized sleeves) on top of it, massaging it gently. “Your kitchen is [i]really[/i] understocked, by the way. Mnnnngggg, now I'm hungry [i]and[/i] horny and there's no food left in the kitchen!” She didn't smirk, lacking a mouth or any other facial features, but the sentiment was there. “I guess you and your friends are gonna be helping me take care of at least one of those. Why don't you lead the way to the greenhouse, cutie?”\n\nChad swallowed heavily. “Are you sure you can even fit through the door?”\n\n“Don't you worry about me, little man. I've been [i]much[/i] bigger before. Your job is to show me to the greenhouse and I'll take over from there.” Chad nodded dumbly in response – he was, he realized with dawning horror, well beyond the point where he could back out now, so it was best to just play along.\n\nThe Phi Upsilon Kappa greenhouse was the biggest on campus – something of a point of pride. Even the greenhouses used by the faculty and students that actually needed them weren't nearly as big or state-of-the-art. High tech environmental regulators prevented the temperature and humidity from falling too low, keeping the atmosphere perfect for the wide variety of tropical plants that weren't being grown in it because no one in the frat gave enough of a shit to actually [i]use[/i] the damn thing for its intended purpose. It was there entirely for the prestige, much like the kitchen that no one used except to store beer, snacks, and leftover takeout. Which meant there was plenty of room for almost every member of the frat to enter the greenhouse. There were only a small handful of missing faces – most damningly Brad and that fucking frog bitch. Frankie had probably had her fill of the cruel prank she and Tiff had been playing on him, and Brad was almost certainly in on it, the douchebag. He'd have to get back at him at some point.\n\n“Dude, what the fuck, you said she had big tits and a big ass, you coulda mentioned she was fucking obese too.”\n\n“She wasn't obese five minutes ago,” Chad replied, voice tinged with resignation to his fate. “If you wanna back out, now's your chance,” he continued, leaving the fact that he had missed his chance and the rest of them should get out while they still could unspoken.\n\nAnother brother shrugged. “Pussy's pussy. So long as she doesn't have any freaky monster STDs.”\n\nChad shrugged. He'd tried to warn them as best he could.\n\n“Nothing to worry about there! I am a hundred percent risk-free to fuck!” Tiff stretched her arms above her head, turning to face the setting sun. “Mmm, this is a nice greenhouse. Perfect temperature, perfect humidity – I'm going to have to visit you guys more often~” She basked in the dying light of the evening. That was really the only word for it. “Oh, but it looks like it'll be dark soon. Does this place happen to have any sunlamps?”\n\nIt did, of course. What good would a greenhouse without sunlamps be? It also notably lacked any other form of illumination – considering that the entire building was made of glass, there wasn't much need for lights during the day, and at night, well, why not make the lights double as sunlamps? Chad flicked them on unthinkingly and, one by one, large bulbs flickered to life, gently shining warm, artificial sunlight down on the Fraternity members, and on Tiff.\n\n“Oooooh, yes, that's [i]much[/i] better.” There was a loud, wet groaning gurgle centred directly on her distended gut. Tiff's knees quivered and gave way under her, leaving her belly the only thing supporting her bulk. “Just – [i]ahhhn~[/i] – just give me a mo[i]ooooo[/i]ment to digest, and your service will begin shortly[i]yyyyyyyyy![/i]”\n\nSeveral things happened at once at that moment. The noises of Tiff's digestion got louder and louder and [i]louder[/i], enough that the walls and ceiling of the greenhouse shook dangerously. Were this any other greenhouse, they would almost certainly have shattered from the near-deafening volume – as it was, there was very little that could break the glass, though not for lack of trying on Tiff's part. Also increasing in volume were Tiff's happy noises of arousal. “[i]Cuminnnnnnggggggg![/i]” she moaned, her body writhing and convulsing on top of her belly.\n\nHer belly that was rapidly deflating even as the rest of her grew and grew and [i]grew[/i]. Seven feet became ten became fifteen and beyond, forcing Chad to stumble as quickly as he could move to avoid getting rolled over and crushed by the ass he had been fantasizing about fucking mere hours ago. The hem of her dress rose up and up and up her growing legs, revealing more and more of her powerful calves with every second – it took Chad a moment to realize this wasn't the result of her growth. Her dress was [i]retracting[/i] into her body. Her sleeves finally gave way to reveal her hands, if they could be called that. Each bore four gigantic claws, proportionally more enormous than even the talons on her heels. They were splayed along the ground holding her quivering body up as she passed the point where she could comfortably stand up. “[i]Mooooore[/i],” she moaned as the petals covering her breasts retracted into her body, revealing fat, bright green flesh capped with full, magenta lips. They moved in time with Tiff's moans, long, vine-like tongues dangling out, drooling slick, sweet smelling nectar. The same nectar that was gushing out from her cock in thick, copious eruptions. The magenta shaft was long and thick and bulbous, tapering to a needle-like head that almost reached past her actual head, and was fed by a pair of pendulous balls – impressively large, though not nearly as big as her tits.\n\nTiff finished in what felt like it had to have been hours, but was barely even a minute. She slowly shifted her body, from sprawled out on all fours and taking up almost the entire greenhouse – with the gathered frat boys crowded at the back – onto her knees. She was, Chad noted detatchedly, still so massively tall that she had to bend forward quite significantly, but not so much that her tits obscured her third visible mouth. This one was set into her belly, grinning widely and licking its lips. They were less full than the ones on her tits – strange what insignificant details stand out in stressful situations – but that hardly changed the fact that Tiff had a goddamn mouth on her goddamn stomach. “Oh, you're all still dressed?” she said. Her voice echoed, as if it had been overlaid on top of itself seven times over. Which sort of made sense, considering the number of mouths she had, but Chad couldn't shake the sinking feeling that there were clearly more than were visible. “Didn't you enjoy the first part of your service, boys? Did I not moan loud enough when I grew? Or would you rather I have gone slower so you could have more time to jerk it to me getting bigger?” She giggled, once again causing the walls of the greenhouse to quiver dangerously. “Silly boys, I'm a professional, remember? It'd be lame if you came before I even had the chance to eat you all, after all. You should trust me to know what I'm doing!”\n\nShe was, of course, directly between the boys and the exit. Not exactly an unbelievable feat – she had been standing almost directly in the entrance when she had started growing, and she took up most of the greenhouse. It was not a small building, and Tiff was kneeling, and still she had to bend over significantly, soft green flesh flattened against the rear wall and the reinforced glass of the ceiling.\n\n“Dude what the fuck.”\n\n“Did it just threaten to eat us?”\n\n“What the [i]fuck[/i] just happened?”\n\n“[i]Dude[/i], what the [i]fuck[/i].”\n\n“Oh god it's gonna eat us we're all gonna die.”\n\n“[i]Dude![/i] What the [i]fuck![/i]”\n\nChad ignored the others. They were nothing but noise at this point. He stared up at Tiff's face – instinct led him to make eye contact, even though her eyes weren't actually eyes. He could probably look at any part of her body and be making eye contact, he realized, but he wasn't gonna give her the satisfaction of staring at her tits. “What the fuck [i]are[/i] you?”\n\n“I told you, silly.” Her stomach grinned broadly, licking its lips. “I'm [i]hungry[/i].”\n\nOne of the boys decided to make a break for it. It was not, on the surface, a particularly stupid decision. Tiff was large, which in turn logically would make her slow. And, as thick as her thighs were, she was big enough that there was a perfectly straight line directly through them to the still-open exit. It would be a tight squeeze, but if he was fast enough, it would be [i]just[/i] possible for him to escape before she managed to eat him. It was, if not a great plan, at least the best plan one could reasonably come up with given the situation.\n\nTiff allowed him to make it to the door before catching him. A long, thick, dark purple tentacle – unsettlingly similar in appearance to her various tongues – darted out from somewhere behind her balls and wrapped around his ankles, roughly yanking him off his feet. He landed hard on his face, screaming in terror as he was jerked upwards and upwards and up behind her heavy sac, before being abruptly silenced with a loud slurp, followed by a muffled belch. “See, [i]he[/i] gets it. It's no fun for [i]anyone[/i] if you just stand there staring like you're made of wood. [i]I'm[/i] the plant here and I'm more lively than you guys. Come on, boys, don't you wanna get your money's worth?”\n\nAnother stepped forward. He was putting on the best brave face he could manage, but it wasn't a very convincing one. “H-hey. You can't do this,” he said, the slight quiver to his voice betraying that he was afraid for his life. “This kind of thing isn't legal.”\n\n“Oh, don't worry about that, Miss Dreamer has filled out all the paperwork and paid all the relevant fees. I am a one hundred percent licensed practitioner of the sexual arts!”\n\n“Now you listen here-” he said, pointing at her angrily, providing her with a convenient target. His sentence was cut off when the antenna-like hair on top of her head darted out and wrapped tightly around it. “Hey!” he shouted, grabbing the fifth tongue Tiff had revealed even as it snaked its way down his arm tightly. From a distance it looked unusually slender for a tongue, and given Tiff's size, Chad supposed that technically it [i]was[/i], but it was still thicker around than the arm it was enveloping. He pulled at it, then stopped, frowned, and pulled again. “I'm stuck,” he muttered, hand tightly clinging to the glistening vine even as Tiff's head slowly unfolded into four large petals. The flesh on the inside was a darker shade of magenta than her tongues, but glistened with the same moisture, like the inside of a mouth (because of course it was another fucking mouth.) Each triangular petal was lined with what could only be teeth, rounded and rigid and the same purple as her claws.\n\nOf course, all those details hardly mattered to the frat boy whose arm was ensnared. Chad found it mildly amusing that his mind was picking up on Tiff's belly's lips being less full than the ones on her tits, but was drawing a complete blank on the names of his frat brothers – some of his closest friends. The group melted together into a vague mass of Other People Who Were Probably Going To Get Eaten By Tiff. The unlucky son of a bitch who had been stupid enough to step forward being the obvious next victim, and nothing more. More vines darted out from the centre of Tiff's head – there wasn't really any visible place for them to come from, but come they did, each one wrapping around her second victim, effortlessly picking him up and pulling him into the bloom, which folded around him unceremoniously. Tiff's head didn't betray that it had just blossomed and eaten a man whole in the slightest.\n\n“That was fun. Who's next?”\n\nThose who remained uneaten, aside from Chad (who was too busy having an existential crisis to react like a normal human being) immediately fell into a blind panic. Tiff squealed with glee as her prey finally began to properly resist in earnest. She lifted a hand, revealing that there were, unsurprisingly, mouths nestled in the centre of the claws. Big, gaping holes, lined with deep purple teeth, with countless vine-like tongues dangling and drooling out, bringing the final total to a distressing seven, and slammed them on top of scrambling frat boys left and right. More vines darted out and grabbed the ineffectively fleeing snacks, pulling them up into various orifices. One particularly stupid man decided the best option was to make a break for the door, much like the first one to be eaten. And, much like the first victim, his escape attempt was unsuccessful. Tiff's legs split, unfolding into six gigantic, tentacle-like roots, before again tightly weaving together into an impenetrable wall in front of the only exit. He smacked his fists ineffectually against the barricade, crying and screaming, begging her not to eat him – and, for his troubles, he got unceremoniously eaten by her right tit.\n\nIn less than half a minute, the only remaining uneaten member of Phi Upsilon Kappa was Chad, standing baffled in the middle of the greenhouse.\n\n“You're not going to run?”\n\nHe shrugged. “What would the point be?”\n\n“It's more fun that way, silly!”\n\n“When I suggested we go back to my place for the night, I assumed we were going to have sex,” he said dumbly.\n\n“Well, yeah, what do you think this is?”\n\nIt was almost funny, really. The only emotion Chad could muster in response was mild exasperation and possibly some confusion. “That wasn't sex, that was you eating the entire kitchen, growing huge, and then eating all my friends!”\n\n“There's a difference?”\n\n“Yes!”\n\n“Huh.” Tiff shrugged. “Well, to each their own, I guess. I'm not gonna kinkshame.” She wriggled slightly, faint rumbling sounds coming from the direction of her belly. “Ugh, one moment, I'm gonna need a bit more breathing room.”\n\n“Are you gonna grow again?”\n\nTiff didn't respond, but the answer was obvious. She let out a low, rumbling moan, echoed almost melodically by each and every mouth she had. Her enormous body writhed and wriggled against the glass, the gushes of nectar from her pulsing cock resuming as her tremendous hips rocked back and forth. “Ooo[i]oooohhh~[/i]” She convulsed, and her arms [i]flexed[/i]. There was a loud, ominous groaning sound, unlike anything Chad had heard before. It took a moment to realize it wasn't coming from Tiff, and another to realize that it was the sound of the greenhouse's metal frame stretching and tearing and [i]breaking[/i].\n\nThe reinforced glass, Chad noted ruefully, remained entirely intact. The entire building lifted off of the ground in one solid piece, which Tiff idly tossed aside as she stood up and up and [i]up[/i]. She stretched, groaning loudly as she lifted her arms above her head, her chest thrusting out proudly, each lipple drooling lewdly. “Ah, feels so good to get out of there. You really should consider investing in a bigger greenhouse, that one was so [i]tiny[/i].” There was another loud, ominous rumbling, this one almost certainly coming from Tiff, and she groaned as she lowered her hands to rub her belly. “Mmmm, your friends are having fun it seems. Oh, I can [i]feel[/i] them cumming inside of me~” The sheer weight of her gigantic shaft was enough to leave it pointing downwards in spite of it being clearly fully erect. That changed as she flopped backwards, her gigantic ass completely flattening the Phi Upsilon Kappa dorm house beneath its bulk in one fell sit. The force of her sitting knocked Chad off his feet, leaving him on his own, much smaller ass. “Well, if you don't feel like playing along, I can always entertain myself in other ways.”\n\nShe spread her legs – which had, at some point, returned to their initial shape – and grasped her shaft with both hands. A multitude of tongues darted out from various parts of her body to wrap around her cock and join her hands in slowly working it up and down with a steady rhythm. “You – ahn~ – you know, you really [i]should[/i] just let me eat you,” she muttered as she languidly masturbated, followed by another sweet-smelling belch. “It feels [i]waaaaaaaay[/i] better than the boring ol' stick-your-cock-in-a-hole kind of sex. Imagine your whole body gettin' squeezed 'n teased 'n fucked by the tightest fucking cunt you've ever felt, [i]aaaall[/i] over.” She groaned again, interrupted by another wet burp. Hot, honey-scented air washed over Chad's entire body. “Mmmm, imagine cummin' over 'n over 'n over, forever 'n ever. Never stopping, just constant climax, feeding me and making me bigger 'n bigger 'n [i]bigerrrrrrrrrrrfuuuuck~[/i]”\n\nTiff's whole body [i]lurched[/i] bigger. Her earlier growth had been an even process – a [i]rapid[/i] process, yes, but Tiff had still gone from seven feet to eight feet, hitting each interval in between at a smooth, even rate, even if that rate had resulted in her almost outgrowing the two storey greenhouse in less than a minute. This time, though, it was not an even process. The rhythm of her stroking stuttered slightly as she surged bigger, and then again. Her quivering claws tore gigantic gashes in the land around her as they lengthened and thickened and [i]grew[/i] in sputtering spurts of five, ten feet at a time. There was no elegance to this, no process. If her earlier growth had been like digestion, then her growth now was like-\n\nWell, like cumming.\n\nIt was, at least, nice to know that his friends were not, in fact, dead. They were just being held inside of Tiff's body as little living cum factories. “Ah[i]hhhhnnnnnnngggggg[/i], your little friends sure are having a good tii[i]iiiiiime~[/i]” she moaned. “Mngggg, cum is so, so, [i]so[/i] very [i]goooooood[/i] for making me bigger bigger [i]biggerrrrrrrrrr[/i], too. Oooooh, I could keep this up [i]forever[/i],” she practically moaned, and with every moan her body pushed closer and closer to Chad. The distance between his face and her pulsing, distended, boulder-sized seedpods was lessening by the second. “In fact, I think I just might. Can't really stop until my client's cum at [i]least[/i] once, after all. That'd just be [i]unprofessional[/i] of me, wouldn't it? Mnnnn, and I [i]am[/i] a professional.” The air was suffocatingly thick with the sweet scent of Tiff, floral and fruity and oh so very [i]overpowering[/i]. Chad found it almost impossible to focus on anything else, and it only got harder the closer she grew to him, until suddenly he found her ballsack pressing forcefully into his face.\n\n“So, what's it gonna be, li'l man?” Tiff cooed, panting with arousal. “Are you gonna finally start fucking playing along? Or am I gonna have to start getting [i]really[/i] big?”\n\nFinally, Chad's fight-or-flight instincts kicked in. It was too late, of course, though he didn't quite yet realize that. It had [i]been[/i] too late for quite a while, but at this point he didn't even have the illusion of hope that he might escape. Tiff's legs had encircled him in a sort of arena, completely blocking every possible line of escape – lines that had been open up until a moment ago. Though she was still growing, still masturbating, she was no longer distracted. All of her focus was on him, like she was a hunter and he was her prey. At this point, she had already caught him. She was just toying with him, like a cat playing with a half-dead mouse.\n\nIf he was going to get out, he was going to have to be clever.\n\nAnd Chad was not, in the end, a particularly clever rat. He would likely be the first to admit that he had only lasted as long as he had by being handsome and athletic and having very rich parents. But it didn't matter how good looking he was, or how good at sports he was, or especially how rich his parents were if he was indirectly responsible for several tens of millions of dollars worth of completely fucking destroyed frat house. And, if he was understanding Tiff correctly, that was just the beginning of the destruction she planned to wreak on the Harris campus. Even if he did manage to escape, he would still almost certainly be held responsible for the unrestrained sexual rampage Tiff had threatened to go on. The bill that Tiff had amassed already was well beyond what his parents would tolerate. There was only one option he had if he wanted to avoid being disowned.\n\n“Okay, fine,” he muttered, quietly resigned to his fate. “Eat me.”\n\n“Hmmmm,” Tiff replied in a sing-song voice, touching a long purple claw to where her mouth would be if she had one in an exaggerated gesture of thought. “Nah.”\n\n“wait what do you mean nah”\n\n“I mean [i]nah[/i].” Tiff shrugged. “Like I said, it's nowhere [i]near[/i] as fun for [i]anyone[/i] if you don't even [i]try[/i] to fight back. It's just not satisfying for me, and more importantly it wouldn't be very satisfying for [i]you[/i] either.” Tiff paused, grunting as her cock convulsed with another copious spurt of nectar and she grew another ten feet. “Mnn, and if it's not satisfying for [i]you[/i], then [i]I'm[/i] not doing my job right.” She reached over and grabbed the discarded greenhouse, idly turning it around in her gigantic claws like it was some kind of toy before unceremoniously shoving it into one of her tits.\n\n“Well, uh.” Chad, for the first time that evening, felt genuine panic creeping up his spine. If he wanted to mitigate the damage, he was going to have to get creative – all other avenues had been exhausted. And, unfortunately for him, Chad was about as creative as he was clever. Still, they say that necessity is the mother of invention, and right now the situation necessitated a way for Chad to get out of having to pay for Tiff's rampage. “It's just, uh, that it would be... too... easy?”\n\nIt was really impressive how, in spite of completely lacking a face, Tiff managed to be as expressive as she was. The vague colourful markings on her head roughly in the shape of eyes almost seemed to move, forming an expression of dubiousness that seemed to take up her entire face. She wasn't buying it. Chad was going to have to double down on the false confidence in order for this impromptu plan to work.\n\n“I mean, not for [i]me[/i]. You're just so huge and strong that there's no way catching me will be any fun. Right?”\n\n“Hmmmmmmmm,” Tiff replied. Once again, her voice was almost mocking, and the motion of placing her finger against where lips would be on a normal person was even more exaggerated. “I [i]suppose[/i] that you have a point there.”\n\n“Right! So obviously you need to shrink down to a more manageable size and we can-”\n\n“Oh, dear, [i]no[/i]. The only thing more [i]boring[/i] than prey that doesn't fight back is getting [i]smaller[/i].” She spat the word out, dripping with a level of disdain unheard of outside of political or religious discussions. “What's the point in getting [i]smaller[/i] when you're already [i]big?[/i] That's just going back to normal. That's [i]boring[/i]. If I was [i]starting[/i] normal and you wanted me to get smaller that'd be one thing. Still lame and boring, but Miss Dreamer says we're not supposed to kinkshame. But I draw the line at getting smaller when I'm already so [i]big[/i]. At least not until we're done.”\n\nChad frowned. It felt almost like she was specifically avoiding his attempts to get the situation under control. “Uh, well-”\n\n“[i]Gosh[/i], you talk a lot,” Tiff interrupted. “I’m not supposed to be critical of customers but you just seem so dead set on making my job more difficult. We’ve been at this for [i]ages[/i] and you’ve not even taken your clothing off yet! And you just keep [i]talking[/i] and [i]talking[/i] and [i]talking[/i] and it’s so [i]boring[/i]. I know it’s a bit unprofessional of me, but you’re making it very hard to pretend to care what you have to say.”\n\n“O-oh.” It was strangely emasculating, as though the entire rest of the situation [i]hadn’t[/i] been emasculating. Somehow Tiff’s words right at that moment stung [i]significantly[/i] more than her dominant actions.\n\n“Anyway,” Tiff said, slowly pulling herself upright. “You aren’t wrong that it’d be way too easy for me to chase you down and eat you. Though, really, that’s on [i]you[/i] for not running sooner.” Tiff stretched, and Chad found himself reminded why he’d been so fascinated by her in the first place. The pose thrust her ample tits out, emphasizing their size and weight and softness. It was almost enough for him to overlook the big, full lips and the long purple tongues that were licking them. Her thick thighs jiggled tantalizingly, reminding him also of her juicy ass – the thing that had attracted his interest in the first damn place. And he hadn’t even gotten a good look at it.\n\n“H-hold on,” he interjected shakily.\n\n“[i]Ugh[/i], what [i]now?[/i]”\n\n“W-well,” he continued to stutter. He couldn’t help it, really. Tiff was [i]big[/i] and [i]very[/i] willing to consume him. It activated long forgotten primal prey species instincts that he didn’t even really know he [i]had[/i]. His mind was screaming at him to run away, and his libido was screaming equally loudly that actually this was kinda hot in a weird, fucked up kinda way. “I mean, I’m the customer, right?” She [i]had[/i] used that term, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was a customer [i]of[/i]. He could understand if he’d accidentally propositioned a prostitute (again), but he simply couldn’t wrap his head around [i]anyone[/i] wanting to pay good money for a giant plant lady to fucking destroy their homes and eat their friends.\n\nTiff did not roll her eyes, not really [i]having[/i] eyes to roll. But the sentiment was there, as was the basic motion. “Well, [i]duh[/i].”\n\n“Right!” he responded, seeing a way out. It was a faint chance, and it would honestly still almost certainly end with him getting eaten regardless. But at least he’d hopefully be able to mitigate potential property damage and maybe even get some actual [i]fun[/i] out of the evening. “And that means you’ve gotta do what I say, right? At least within reason?”\n\nTiff’s eye markings narrowed in a rough approximation of a frown. “I’m not shrinking down.”\n\n“Of course not! I said [i]within reason[/i], and that would [i]obviously[/i] not be within reason. But [i]besides that[/i], what I say goes, right? The customer is always right and all that.”\n\n“Maybe if you’d brought this up like twenty minutes ago, yeah,” she said with another exaggerated roll of her head. “But yes. [i]Technically[/i] you get to dictate the scenario and all that. Even if you’re [i]really bad at it[/i].”\n\n“Well,” Chad said, reaching down to undo his pants. “You’re going to eat me regardless of what I do. But, uh, before that, I’d like to make a final request.” He had some amount of experience with undressing quickly, and by the time he finished his sentence he had successfully removed his pants and underwear and [i]mostly[/i] unbuttoned his shirt. He was well muscled, and fairly well endowed – though he didn’t hold a candle to Tiff, even proportionally. Still, he was a handsome, muscular, and virile young rat, and [i]hopefully[/i] showing off those aspects of himself more openly would make Tiff more inclined to listen to him.\n\n“Depends on the request,” Tiff replied with a capricious shrug.\n\n“I wanna fuck your butt.”\n\nThat earned him an incredulous stare, or as much of one as Tiff was capable of giving. “That’s going to be difficult, logistically speaking.”\n\n“You don’t have to shrink down, I’d be happy just putting my cock in between your cheeks for a bit. Then you can do whatever you want with me.”\n\n“Well,” Tiff said, after a moment of silent thought. “I’m not shrinking down, obviously. But since you’re [i]finally[/i] starting to be cooperative, I figure you deserve a bit of a reward. If you don’t [i]mind[/i], I have a few ideas of how to maybe give you a bit more of a [i]proper[/i] time with my ass.” She tented her claws eagerly. “And since you said I can do whatever I want, you [i]obviously[/i] don’t mind!”\n\nChad opened his mouth to reply, but Tiff moved faster than he could. In spite of being so fucking massive, she was [i]quick[/i]. She jabbed him square in the chest with a claw bigger than he was, knocking him flat on his ass with an “oof.”\n\n“There we go!” Tiff said eagerly before turning around and taking a few steps away so she could flop backwards onto the ground without crushing Chad (that, presumably, would come later.) “That should kick in in about a minute. In the meantime, dig in~”\n\nFrankly, the rat barely registered that Tiff had spoken. His entire world was consumed by ass. It was [i]massive[/i], easily on par with how big the frathouse was before she happened to it. And still visibly pulsing bigger and bigger and [i]bigger[/i]. Chad had never considered the possibility of being turned on by an ass the size of a building before now. He tended to avoid dating macros – he’d always disliked the idea of girls being bigger and stronger than him. But, well, his cock had already been hard, and seeing her ass in all its glory only made it [i]harder[/i], pulsing and throbbing with arousal and [i]leaking[/i] a copious flow of precum in a way it never had before. Clearly there was something to this whole “macro” thing he’d been overlooking. “Hurry up! If you take too long I’m gonna hafta reconsider not going on that rampage.” Chad didn’t need to be [i]told[/i], but it served as incentive enough for him to break free of his ass-induced trance and stumble forward eagerly. He didn’t just [i]want[/i] to stick his dick in between those big, fat, cheeks, although he [i]very much wanted to[/i]. But he also [i]had[/i] to, lest Tiff get bored and do things that would lead to his parents disowning him. No matter how much smaller than it he was, he was gonna give that ass a fucking like nothing it had ever gotten before – the fate of his inheritance hung in the balance.\n\nHe collided forcefully with taut cheeks, slipping ever so slightly into that tantalizing cleavage. God, it was even bigger up close. And he could [i]feel[/i] it getting bigger beneath his body. He inhaled deeply, and was rewarded with an intense burst of aphrodisiac pheromones that set his head spinning. Like walking through a massive garden filled with all the most fragrant flowers known to man that had also been the site of a massive orgy. The scent of flowers and cum drowned out his conscious thought, and he quickly switched to instinct mode. He groped at her ass as best as she could given how much smaller he was than it, getting a good grip before thrusting wildly.\n\nFuck, she was [i]tight[/i]. He had no idea how her ass cleavage could be so tight given the vast difference in size, but frankly he didn’t care. His whole body [i]itched[/i] in anticipation of his mounting orgasm. He felt hot and tight and heavy and horny. Which, really, should have been a red flag. But the part of him that would have even [i]noticed[/i] what was happening to him, much less objected, had long since checked out in favour of the primal lizard brain that just wanted [i]more[/i] of this because it felt so fucking [i]good[/i]. With every thrust, his muscle definition faded. His arms became thinner and softer, his fingers slender and delicate. His waist pinched its way inward, quickly rivalling Tiff’s own cartoonishly feminine build. Of course, to [i]properly[/i] match her build, he had other parts that needed to get [i]bigger[/i]. And get bigger they did. His pecs melted away into soft, fat flesh that swelled outwards with a delightful fullness. His hips blossomed outwards while his shoulders shrank inwards and his ass swelled outwards. It didn’t [i]quite[/i] live up to Tiffs, but it was still nice and jiggly. He giggled slightly in a decidedly unmasculine manner as it undulated from the force of his thrusting.\n\nOr her, she supposed, evidenced by the sudden empty sensation behind her swelling balls. She was gonna hafta deal with that at some point. But right now, she had a hooker to satisfy and an ass to fuck. So fuck she did, harder and faster even as her body began to grow. That part wasn’t particularly surprising to her, really. Of [i]course[/i] she was growing. That was just the logical next step in the evening, really. Besides which, how else was she gonna be able to properly fuck Tiff? She was just so fucking [i]tiny[/i]. Only six feet tall! She’d hafta be at [i]least[/i] ten or twenty times that before she could even come close to being an adequate partner for Tiff. Though, on the other hand, why stop there? She was no underachiever.\n\n“[i]Fuuuuuuuck[/i],” she moaned as her pendulous breasts [i]rubbed[/i] against Tiff’s taut butt as a result of her rapid growth. She could barely think straight, much less keep track of her height. All she knew was that her hug was quickly covering more and more of Tiff’s glorious behind until eventually she could actually grab at her hips. At some point she found herself having to get onto her knees in order to keep her face buried in its proper place. And then [i]Tiff[/i] had to get up onto [i]her[/i] knees. “Like, this is more like it! Gawd, I dunno why I waited so long to get to the good bit. Like, your ass is so fuckin’ [i]good![/i]”\n\n“See? We got off to a rocky start but now that you’re into it you’re having more fun! You just needed to loosen up a bit.”\n\n“Oh, totes,” Chad replied. Though, really, Chad was hardly an appropriate name for her anymore. She’d always liked the sound of Cindy, though obviously now wasn’t the best time to be deciding on a new name to go with her new outlook. “You were one hundred percent right. Like, I dunno [i]what[/i] I was thinking.” Cindy wiggled her own ass, which was still growing bigger even in proportion to her own colossal height. Big and fat and slutty, just the way she liked it. The way she’d always [i]wanted[/i] it – she just couldn’t [i]see[/i] it until now. She pushed her hips against Tiff’s, wedging her cock deeper and deeper until it popped out the other end. Like the rest of her, it had gotten bigger – even in proportion to her growth. If she were still six feet tall, it would have been the size of her goddamn forearm, maybe even a bit bigger. [i]Easily[/i] big enough for her to titfuck herself were she not busy hotdogging Tiff.\n\nThat prompted a giggle. “Like, hey, Tiff, you still hungry? ‘cause I’ve got a nice, juicy hot dog for you~”\n\n“Ooh, that sounds delicious. But you know what’d be even [i]more[/i] delicious?”\n\n“Like, what?”\n\nTiff pulled away, and Cindy reluctantly let go of her hips. The slightly larger plant girl rolled over, her movement causing the fucking ground to shake. Cindy missed getting to play with Tiff’s ass, but her tits were still nice and big. The plant girl spread her legs wide, revealing the conspicuous absence of her penis. In its place was what seemed to be a cunt. Of course, Cindy’s mind wandered back to the vaguely remembered debacle in the greenhouse, and cleverly deduced that it wasn’t [i]actually[/i] a cunt.\n\n“Your cock.”\n\n“Uh, like, [i]duh[/i], that’s what the hot dog was. It’s called a metaphor.”\n\n“Yeah, but if you hot dog me and cum on my ass, that’s a [i]lot[/i] of [i]delicious[/i] cum that’s gone to waste~”\n\n“Oh. [i]Oh[/i], duh, of course! Like, how could I not think of that.” She reached down and grabbed her cock, carefully aiming it at the eagerly awaiting hole. “Like, if someone did that to [i]me[/i], I’d be, like, s[i]uuuuuuuper[/i] pissed, you know?”\n\n“Well, then, don’t keep me waiting! I’m still [i]really[/i] hungry, and only your big meaty cock can satisfy me~”\n\n“Like, you don’t hafta tell me twice!” Cindy plunged forward, her shaft sliding easily into Tiff. The results were unlike [i]anything[/i] that she’d experienced before in her fucking [i]life[/i]. She was hardly inexperienced, of course. As Chad, she’d had just about every kind of sex imaginable, or so she had thought – she’d been so small-minded back then! She’d had handjobs, titjobs, assjobs, even footjobs. She’d done anal, she’d done oral, of [i]course[/i] she’d just done vanilla penis-in-vagina fuckin’.\n\nTiff’s cunt was like none of those, and at the same time kind of like all of them at once. Which, she supposed, made perfect sense. It was a cunt, yes, but it was also a mouth – she was getting a blowjob at the same time as she was doing Tiff missionary-style. There was the tightness that only a cunt or asshole could manage, but at the same time there was the [i]suction[/i] that only a mouth could pull off. And her [i]tongue[/i], long and thin and [i]dexterous[/i], wrapping tightly around her shaft and [i]undulating[/i]. God, it felt so fucking [i]good[/i]. She found her strength fleeing her as she collapsed forward, her landing cushioned by Tiff’s tits and also by her own head-sized pair.\n\nCindy [i]screamed[/i] in ecstasy. The pressure of her own body weight caused the two sets of boobs to [i]press[/i] together. It would have been enough to push her over the edge right then and there were it not for sheer force of will holding her back. They’d only just started, after all. It would be a waste to lose control and cum [i]now[/i]. Instead, she just [i]leaked[/i]. “G-[i]gawd![/i]” she cried as she realized [i]exactly[/i] what that ominous tightness in her tits [i]was[/i]. The thin trickle quickly turned into a torrent of rat milk, and yet it wasn’t [i]enough[/i]. She could feel her tits getting fuller and fuller and [i]fuller[/i].\n\n“Oh! Well, that’s interesting. Not unwelcome, though. Would you like a little help with that?”\n\n“M-[i]mahhhhnnnng~[/i]” was the only response Cindy could muster, somewhere between “more” and “milk.”\n\nStill, Tiff clearly got the message. Her face contorted into the closest approximation to a grin she could make without a mouth. “Well, lucky for you, your tits are mooshing against my tits, and [i]my[/i] tits just so happen to have mouths.” Tiff’s lipples eagerly took in Cindy’s leaky teats and began to suckle.\n\nThe reaction was instantaneous. “[i]Gaaaaaaawddddddd![/i]” she cried as her breasts [i]doubled[/i] in size in one fell swoop. “[i]Fuuuuuuck![/i]” Her hips, which had slowed down a bit due to her tits acting as a distraction, redoubled their frantic thrusting. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck [i]fuuuuuuuck[/i], gonna [i]cuuuuuuuuuuuum![/i]”\n\nAnd cum she fuckin’ [i]did[/i]. She wasn’t sure whether it was the result of Tiff’s magical meddling, or if the floral hooker was just [i]that fucking good[/i], but it blew every other orgasm she’d ever had out of the fucking water. Her vision went white and her breath came short and shallow. Dimly, she still registered her surroundings. She could feel Tiff’s belly swelling outward. Hear her let out yet another earth-shattering belch even as she swallowed more and more and more rat-cum. Hear the wet pop of her nipples leaving Tiff’s lipples, feel the wondrous sensation of them [i]sliiiiiiding[/i] down the plant’s torso. Feel her cock and hips thrusting deeper and deeper into Tiff’s lower maw. Because of course she was growing again. She’d [i]said[/i] earlier that cum made her grow.\n\nThere was really only one thing left to do. A dazed grin spread across Cindy’s face as she felt Tiff’s lower tongue entwine itself around her hips and slowly pull her inside.\n\n[center]~~~~~~[/center]\n\nShe wasn’t sure entirely how much time passed after Tiff finally vored her. She wasn’t really sure about much of anything, if she was honest. Her mind swam in a vague haze. All she knew was that it was dark, wet, warm, and she’d cum and cum and [i]cum[/i], seemingly without end. Lord knew how big that resulted in Tiff getting, but she found herself no longer really minding.\n\nIt took her a good minute to realize she was no longer cumming. That she was no longer inside of Tiff. Her eyes darted open in vague confusion as she slowly took in her surroundings.\n\n“What were you two [i]thinking?![/i]” came a harsh [i]hiss[/i] from somewhere off to her vague right. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position and turned to take stock of the situation.\n\nFrankie and Tiff were standing in the middle of what was left of Phi Upsilon Kappa, the latter back to a more reasonable though still enormous height and looking uncharacteristically sheepish.\n\n“There was only a [i]little[/i] property damage before I managed to get them into a pocket dimension,” Frankie muttered sullenly.\n\n“Yes,” replied the third person present. She was a goat, tall and rail-thin, dressed in a professional looking suit – black jacket, red shirt, black tie, and a red miniskirt that clung tightly to her modest ass. “And thank the [i]stars[/i] that [i]one[/i] of you had the foresight to do that while it was [i]only[/i] several million dollars of damages that Miss Dreamer is liable for because you decided it would be [i]brilliant[/i] to [i]eat an entire college dorm![/i]” The woman paced back and forth furiously. “Once again, what were you two [i]thinking?![/i]”\n\n“Sorry, Miss Smith,” the two replied in monotone unison.\n\n“Oh, you [i]will[/i] be, because I am [i]absolutely[/i] holding you responsible for any and all financial damages.”\n\n“Oh what come on I didn’t even [i]do[/i] anything,” Frankie replied petulantly.\n\n“[i]You’re[/i] supposed to reign Miss Lysenko in, Miss Denton.”\n\n“I tried to warn him!”\n\n“Yes, which is why I’m in a generous enough mood to hold you [i]both[/i] responsible instead of laying the blame squarely on your shoulders. Be glad that I’m spreading the necessary pay cut between the both of you.”\n\n“Yes, ma’am” Frankie grumbled.\n\n“Now,” the apparent lawyer said, turning to face Cindy. “What are we going to do with you?” The woman had sharp features, though certainly not unattractive. Sort of a sexy librarian thing going on. Cindy would definitely bang, though now that she thought about it there wasn’t much she could imagine that she [i]wouldn’t[/i] bang.\n\n“Uh. Hi?”\n\n“Hello, Mr. Chadwick.” Cindy reeled slightly at the Mr. “My name is Bethany Smith, of Johnson, Smith and Baphomet.”\n\n“Okay.” Cindy couldn’t really think of anything else to say. Thinking was hard – she was still horny as [i]fuck[/i]. Her big fat ladymeat twitched and dripped and drooled, her tits leaked thick rat cream, and her cunt was practically begging to be bred. She was, somewhat disappointingly, no longer a giantess, though as she pulled herself upright she noticed somewhat smugly that she was decidedly the tallest person present. “Like, can I go now? I’m [i]suuuuper[/i] fuckin’ horny still and I totes didn’t even get my pussy stuffed.”\n\nMiss Smith glowered. “What on earth did you do to him?” she snapped.\n\n“Nothing! I just cast an embiggening spell, I swear!”\n\nMiss Smith took a deep, hissing breath through clenched teeth. “Well, I suppose you’ve got enough experience on that front that I’m willing to believe you.” She waved her hand vaguely, and Cindy felt an uncomfortable tingling sensation – like her skull was filled with angry hornets. “Mmm, yes, it seems like most of the physical transformations were Mr. Chadwick’s own doing. I’m also not detecting any mental effects. It seems like he – or, rather, [i]she[/i] had a few things she did not know about herself until exposed to Miss Lysenko’s rather powerful magic. Perfectly normal, and not something we can be legally held liable for. Though I’m afraid that you’ll be stuck like that for now.”\n\n“Like, I am?”\n\n“Whatever you did to yourself, you did instinctively without any kind of training. That almost [i]always[/i] results in a complicated knot of magic effects that not even the most expert mage can untangle without potentially causing lasting harm. It’s safer for you to just leave you like this.” Miss Smith shrugged. “Besides, you’re rather clearly happy with the outcome, and you’re an adult so it’s your decision to make.”\n\n“Cool beans. Like, can I go find someone to fuck my brains out, now?”\n\n“I’m afraid not. There’s still the matter of Miss Lysenko’s, ah, fee.”\n\n“Like, what[i]ever[/i], send the bill to my parents.”\n\n“Actually,” Miss Smith replied, “I have a bit of a different solution in mind. One that I’m fairly certain you will find [i]very[/i] agreeable.” She adjusted her glasses slightly, and a smile slowly crept across her face, and Cindy felt a chill. Lawyers, she found, were very good at eliciting that specific reaction from people. Especially when they got [i]happy[/i] about something. “What would you say to working off your debt in a more... [i]tangible[/i] way.”\n\nCindy frowned. “Like, I don’t do physical labour, lady.”\n\n“Oh, trust me, this will be the kind of physical labour you [i]very much[/i] do.” She circled Cindy, like a predator eyeing up a meal. “You certainly have the build for it,” she said, slapping Cindy’s ass. The larger rat gasped and moaned as her butt jiggled tantalizingly. “Certainly a good start.” She circled back around in front of Cindy. “Of course, we can’t in good conscience even [i]consider[/i] hiring you without a thorough job interview. Normally, Miss Dreamer would make all hiring decisions herself, but she isn’t here and I am. I believe a bit of a preliminary interview is within reason, to ensure we don’t waste her time.”\n\n“Like-”\n\n“Shut up.”\n\n“Yes’m.”\n\n“Good girl.” Miss Smith grinned eagerly. “You may go home, girls, I can handle things from here.”\n\n“Fuck that shit,” Frankie replied, stepping forward. She inhaled deeply, breathing in and in and [i]in[/i], and as she did so her naked body began to grow. Her tits swelled, hips widened, and a big fat frog cock erupted forth from her crotch. “I call her ass.”\n\n“Ooh! Ooh! I want her cunt!” Tiff added eagerly, her petals once again vanishing to wherever they went when she retracted them.\n\n“Fine, fine, she’s already demonstrated adequate skill with her cock and I was planning on fucking her face, anyway. Miss Denton, if you wouldn’t mind relocating us to a pocket dimension?”\n\n“Gotcha, boss lady.” Frankie snapped her fingers, the sharp noise echoing throughout the campus – though nothing seemed to happen, as far as Cindy could tell.\n\n“Excellent. Let’s begin then.” With that, Miss Smith snapped [i]her[/i] fingers, and was abruptly engulfed in a massive pillar of black flames.\n\nWhen the fire died down, Miss Smith had changed. Her facial features had somehow gotten even sharper, almost like a skull, crowned with enormous horns the colour of fresh blood. Meanwhile everything [i]else[/i] about her was the opposite of sharp. Big, fat, heavy tits that easily put Cindy’s own head-sized pair to shame, both in terms of raw size and in terms of milk production. Her hips were wide and motherly, crowned with an ass that easily outmatched even Tiff. But what stood out most to Cindy was her cock – bright red, drooling, with a pointed tip, sharp ridges, and a massive knot. She couldn’t [i]help[/i] but notice it the most because the size difference between her and Miss Smith left it directly in front of her face. It was [i]gigantic[/i], easily as big as Cindy’s entire goddamn body.\n\nMiss Smith stretched languidly, unfurling her black feathered wings. “Mnnn, it feels good to let loose a tiny bit. I figure one 250[sup]th[/sup] of my natural size ought to be good enough for now, though I am expecting everyone involved to get [i]much[/i] bigger by the end of the night. Now,” she said, grinning down at the much smaller rat. “Suck my cock. Now.”\n\nA few hours ago, Chad would have refused out of hand. Sucking a cock was [i]gay[/i], even if it was a girlcock. But, well, Cindy’s worldview had significantly expanded since, and as a result she found herself drastically re-evaluating her opinion of the turn her day had taken.\n\nSlowly, an eager grin spread across her face.\n\n“Best. Date. [i]Ever[/i].”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Harris University was not the biggest or most prestigious in the country. There were a few famous alumni – mostly politicians – but the biggest draw, aside from locals who didn't want to move too far from home, was that it was very friendly to non-human students and faculty. The non-human dorms in particular were the biggest in the country, with accomodations for everything from vampires to goblins, demons, and even dragons.

The girl sitting in front of Chad in his afternoon botany lecture was none of those things. Actually, she didn't seem to be anything that the handsome young rat had seen before. “She looks like some kinda dinosaur or something.”

“Maybe she's a kaiju?”

“The fuck's a kaiju?”

Brad gestured vaguely. “It's, y'know, a type of dragon. Big nuclear lizard things from Japan. They breathe fire, I think.”

“Weeb.”

“Fuck you, it's a real thing. Mitch used to date one. Tits the size of a fuckin' building, man.”

“Didn't Mitch turn into a horse lady and drop out to be in porn?”

“Well, yeah, that's what you get when your girlfriend is constantly irradiated. I hear they're getting married this summer.”

“Wow, I didn’t get a whiff of an invite. What a fuckin’ douchebag.” Chad leaned back in his chair, examining the girl. “Anyway, I don't think you're right.”

“How the fuck would you know, asshole, you didn't even know what one was five seconds ago.”

“You said they breathe fire. She doesn't have a mouth.”

“Shit. You're right. Fuck you.” The bear crossed his arms petulantly and leaned back in his chair. “Alright, then, what the fuck is she, if you're so smart.”

Chad didn't respond, slowly taking in the girl from behind. She was a resident of the monster dorms, that much was made clear by the bright, vibrant green colour of what flesh was visible. Her hair was a pale, pastel pink, shoulder length and loose except for a magenta spire at the top centre of her head that added a good foot of height. There was something off about it, though. The more he looked at it, the less it seemed like actual hair. In high school he had briefly dated a lizard girl whose hair was a similarly unnatural colour, and which wasn't actually hair – it unfurled into a large frill like that one dinosaur in Jurassic Park that spat poison in Newman from Seinfeld's face. She'd been pretty fucking hot, but things ultimately hadn't worked out. She'd wanted more out of the relationship than him, and hadn't even been a particularly good fuck – they broke up after she bit his shoulder in bed hard enough to draw blood. “Prolly some kinda lizard.”

“Lizards have scales, bro. She don't got scales.”

“She's got scales on her legs, I think.” They weren't visible from his current position, and her clothing wasn't exactly revealing – her fashion sense tended towards long, flowing dresses, with similar colours and textures to her hair now that he thought about it – but he had caught enough glimpses of her feet, at least. They were huge, dark green, with three six-inch claws up front – and a fourth in the back, at least a foot long, curved and sharp. Not that Chad paid much attention to her feet. He was much more interested in her big, fat, slutty ass. It was hard to get a good look at it given the dresses, but her hips still stretched twice as wide as her slender, feminine shoulders and her ass still very clearly jutted out proudly. It was easy for someone who had seen as many asses as Chad to extrapolate on what it would look like minus the dress. Her breasts were also fucking massive, disproportionately large on her otherwise almost impossibly slender upper body, but she was decidedly bottom-heavy.

“I dunno, man, I don’t got a foot fetish like you do, but I’m pretty sure lizards are scaly all over.”

“Fuck you. Maybe she's one of those weird combo monsters, like Doctor Argo.”

“They're called chimeras, dude. Don't be racist.”

Chad shrugged. “Whatever she is, she's hot.”

“You know she can hear you right?” The girl sitting beside her – a frog, some tropical species – snapped around and gave Chad and Brad dirty looks.

“Who can hear them?” The girl turned to look down at her much shorter friend.

“You, Tiff.”

“Oh! They're talking about me?”

The frog sighed. “Yes, Tiff, they're talking about you.”

“Oh, okay!” The girl, apparently named Tiff, turned around to look at Chad. Her voice sounded bubbly and happy enough, but her expression was completely blank – she had no mouth, and her eyes stared blankly and soullessly at Chad. It took him a moment to realize that they weren't even eyes at all, just purple markings on her flesh, vaguely in the shape of eyes. It was mildly unsettling, to say the least. “Hi! I'm Tiff!”

“Tiffany,” the frog elaborated coldly. “Tiff to her friends.” “Which you are not,” she didn't add, at least not out loud, but the unspoken sentiment was almost deafening.

“Nice to meet you, Tiff,” Chad said, putting on the charm. The frog narrowed her eyes. “If you don't mind me asking, my friend here was wondering what exactly you were?”

“Hungry!”

“Well, then,” Chad said, giving his best hot-guy smirk. “If that's the case, how about after class you and me go somewhere nice to eat.”

“No,” the frog said, exactly at the same time as Tiff's response of “Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!” “No,” she said, more firmly.

“Aw, come on, Frankie! He's gonna buy me food!”

The frog, apparently named Frankie, groaned. “Fine, but I'm coming along.”

“That's okay, we can make it a double date. What do you say, Brad?”

Brad rolled his eyes. “Whatever, bro, you owe me.”

“It's settled, then.” Chad stood up, smiling broadly, and gestured for Tiff to follow him. “Come on, babe, class is basically over anyway, and I think we're both eager to get to the good bit.”

Frankie glared at him as he walked away, Tiff following after him like an eager puppy. “Ugh. Your friend's an asshole.”

“Yeah, uh, sorry about that,” Brad muttered. “Hey, look, could you, uh-”

“Don't worry about it.” Frankie waved dismissively. “The boss is big on client confidentiality. We get some pretty important folks using our services and it wouldn't do for word to get out.” She turned to him and smirked. “Tell you what, if you help me keep an eye on those two tonight, I'll give you a ten percent discount.”

“Hey, look, she seems kinda... naive, so if you're worried about him taking advantage of her or something-”

Frankie laughed. “Ha! Hell no. Tiff's a big girl, she can make her own choices about who she fucks.”

“Then why are you chaperoning?”

Frankie pushed herself up out of her chair. “Oh, you'll see. For now, let's just say Tiff's not the one I'm worried about getting fucked tonight.”

~~~~~~


Frankie had insisted on going Dutch. Chad, initially, had attempted to push his willingness to be chivalrous in a transparent attempt to continue laying on the charm, but that had quickly dried up when Tiff began to order.

And order.

And order.

Clearly, her earlier response of being hungry had not actually been the attempt at flirting he had initially parsed it to be. She ordered – and ate, though he was not entirely certain how she managed to eat without a visible mouth, despite having witnessed it firsthand – a truly staggering amount of food. She ordered multiples of almost everything off of the menu – the only dishes she didn't touch were the small handful of vegetarian ones. Plate after plate was put in front of her and, without fail, he would look away for only a second to find the plates completely and utterly licked clean when he looked back. Eventually a man in a very expensive looking suit came to their table, and quietly but politely explained that there was only so much food in the restaurant and they were not the only customers. Tiff, initially, didn't take it well, but her mood improved when the dessert she had ordered prior to being cut off arrived. And, subsequently, vanished. The only sign that there had ever been any food in front of her at all was her belly, bulging out noticeably more than it had when they had started. It looked like – well, like she’d eaten a restaurant’s entire stock of food in one sitting. Where once she’d barely had a waist at all, now her gut made her head-sized tits look tiny.

“Mmm,” she said – almost moaned – before burping. Belching, really, though even that was an understatement. It was loud enough that the entire restaurant shook slightly, and lasted a good minute. Possibly more, Chad hadn't exactly been counting. The air was slowly suffused with a sweet, floral scent. “It's been waaaay too long since the last time I really ate. This was a good starting point, I think. A nice little snack to start the evening off right.” she said, her voice as bubbly as ever. The waiter stood at her side, staring with a kind of blank horror at the spectacle before him. She slowly pushed herself to her feet before a nervous cough prompted her to pause.

“You, um, have to pay, ma'am.”

“Oh, right! That thing that Miss Dreamer told me about.” She giggled, her voice dainty and musical, like ringing bells. “Here!” she flashed the waiter a small, plastic card that she’d produced from god knows where. The waiter took a close look at it, and then nodded slowly as the colour drained from his face. “Just say it's a business expense~”

He nodded dumbly a second time, then turned and ran off. “Where to next? There's a nice little buffet down the street, all you can eat!”

“You're banned from that one, Tiff. Remember? You cleaned out the buffet and then you ate all the plates?” Frankie wasn't looking at Tiff – she was too busy giving Chad the biggest shit-eating grin he'd seen in his life. And frogs had fairly large mouths so it was quite the shit-eating grin. “I tried to warn you,” she mouthed silently.

“Oh, pft, they're still mad about that? Rude.” She turned to look at Chad. “What do you think? Because I'm still really hungry and it's way too early to call it a night.”

“Actually,” Chad said slowly and carefully. This night hadn't exactly gone as he'd envisioned it. He'd picked a fairly upscale restaurant, one his father owned so that he could get in without a reservation, entirely because he assumed that Tiff was a much classier girl than she had turned out to be. She did, after all, go around wearing elaborate pink ballgowns with comically long sleeves. But he had still had far worse dates, and it would all be worth it in the end to get his hands on that ass of hers. “I was thinking that we could go back to my place for the night?” His actual intent was clear, but then again, Tiff was clearly not very bright.

“Oh, well,” she replied, almost cooing. “Business before pleasure, then~”

That reaction caught him off guard somewhat, but he managed to retain his composure. “I live at the ΦYK frat house,” he said, earning another brief dirty look from Frankie. “I hope you don't mind if we don't get much in the way of privacy?”

“Oh, don't worry, I'm used to it. Your friends can even get in on the fun if they want!”

That caught Chad even further off guard. He had not initially been planning to share, but if Tiff was up to it, then shit, bringing back a hot chick to gangbang would get him a lot of brownie points with the rest of the frat. “Well, that's settled, then. Unless your friend has any objections?”

Frankie's shit-eating grin returned. “Oh, none from me. It sounds like fun, actually~”

“... Okay then.” Chad got up tentatively, and held his hand out to Tiff. “Allow me to escort you.”

Chad was not a short person. He was, in fact, quite tall for a rat – a good, solid six five. And, more importantly, was taller than Tiff by a few inches. She wasn't exactly short, either, but she was shorter than he was, if only by a few inches.

Or at least, had been. As Tiff finished standing up (and up and up), she was very clearly no longer shorter than Chad. If only by a few inches, she was taller. Wider. Curvier. The only thing about her that had gotten smaller was the bulge in her belly that resulted from her meal. If anything, her waist was even more slender than it had been earlier, almost to a comical degree. Like a cartoonish exaggeration of the ideal feminine figure. Enormous tits and hips and ass paired with a waist so slender that it looked to be almost in danger of snapping clean off. She looked like some kind of inhuman monster, mimicking the form of an attractive human to lure in prey.

Which, he realized, probably wasn't too far off. He'd known going in that she was a monster, but it had been a very long time since there had been a real threat of a monster eating a person. There were laws against that kind of thing, and the vast majority of monsters were perfectly happy to follow them. Even the most ancient vampire lords eagerly accepted blood rations, and were notorious for coming down very hard on anyone who threatened the status quo. And anyway, if Tiff were dangerous, she wouldn't be allowed to attend university.

Tiff stared blankly at his outstretched hand for a moment – as if she were even capable of other facial expressions – before throwing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him tightly against her side, his head nestling comfortably around her breasts and onto her feminine shoulder. “Lead the way, Romeo~”

Chad did not lead the way. He was barely capable of moving – Tiff was very clearly in control of the situation. Frankie followed along behind, arm in arm with Brad, giggling all the way. “Remember, Tiff, the rest of the frat is free game, but this one's mine.”

It was still not the worst date he'd had, by a rapidly dwindling margin.

The journey wasn’t a particularly pleasant one for Chad. Tiff made no effort to be gentle with him, dragging him along like he wasn't even there. She darted about like an excited child, marvelling at everything around her – primarily various restaurants. Chad and Frankie had to regularly remind her that they had already eaten and were on their way home. And, even then, she still managed to pout her way into ordering an unreasonable amount from several food carts they passed. Nothing quite so dramatic as her meal proper, but it added up quickly. Chad could feel himself slowly getting lower and lower on Tiff's body, going from just reaching her shoulder to a full foot of difference, leaving his head squashed into her significantly fatter than they had been at the start of the evening tits.

Up close and personal like he was, he couldn't help but notice how fucking weird Tiff's dress felt. The texture was soft and silky, but at the same time it felt tough, almost leathery, but also paradoxically fragile. That was hardly the weirdest thing about it, but it was what was most readily apparent to him. It was a fairly normal seeming ballgown, in various shades of pink and purple that matched her hair, but that it was a ballgown at all was in and of itself baffling. The sleeves were insanely long, engulfing her hands completely like it had been tailored for someone several feet taller than her – even after her significant growth spurt.

It also, he noted as they arrived at the Phi Upsilon Kappa dorms, was unsettlingly warm. Like it was alive.

Standing well over seven feet tall at this point, Tiff had to duck to enter the building. Even then, she barely fit. Her body was simply too wide for the doorway – she eventually managed to squeeze her way in, but she had to let go of Chad in the process, which was simply a tragedy. “Right...” he said, tentatively. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he might possibly have gotten himself in over his head. “I'll, uh, I'll go get the others. You make yourself at home in the meantime,” he said offhandedly, not really thinking through the potential consequences.

“Which way is the kitchen?”

“Oh, uh, it's just down the hallway. Brad can show you the way.”

He chose to pointedly ignore the barely restrained snorting laugh that prompted from Frankie. “Yeah, Brad, why don't you show us to the kitchen?” she echoed, tauntingly. “Have fun, Chaddie-boy~ We'll be in the greenhouse when you're done. Isn't that right, Brad?” Chad elected to ignore the frog entirely, instead making his way to the second floor lounge, where most of the rest of the brothers were likely hanging out at this time of night. Surreal feelings of powerlessness aside, Tiff was still both incredibly hot and totally down for getting shared with the rest of the frat, and he was not letting that opportunity pass him by.

“Hey, guys!” he said, leaning into the room. “Slut alert. One of those weird bitches from the monster dorms. She's got huge fucking tits and a great ass and is totally down for being shared if anyone's up for it. We'll be in the greenhouse in five.” He didn't stick around long enough to see if anyone responded – protocol for this kind of situation was to avoid extended conversation. Gangbangs were already kinda gay, especially with a limited amount of pussy to go around. The unwritten rules were to make the offer and then minimize the amount of conversation taking place between involved dudes. He wordlessly made his way back downstairs, to the kitchen.

He wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting to happen, but ultimately he found himself unsurprised with what he found. Phi Upsilon Kappa was a fairly prominent fraternity on campus. Most of its members were very well to do, and as a result their building was one of the biggest on campus. That extended to the kitchen – it was large and state of the art, with the biggest commercially available refrigerator money could buy short of the large walk-in kind you found in restaurants. And another, of similar size, for booze.

Both of them were gone, of course, leaving conspicuous gaps and a few small piles of dust bunnies where they once stood. Most every cupboard and drawer had been roughly thrown open and ransacked – he didn't need to check them to know that they were completely cleared of their contents. Also missing was every single chair and table and appliance that wasn't outright nailed down. Tiff was nowhere to be seen, but she was not exactly being stealthy. The doors to the pantry were open, and he could hear the sounds of rummaging and eating from within – and, shortly, Tiff emerged. “Oh, hi! I was feeling a bit peckish, so I helped myself to a light snack. I hope you don't mind!”

Her gut was obscenely distended, its massive swell making the bulge at dinner look like nothing. It hung low enough to drag on the ground, big and heavy and full. She rested her hands (which were still concealed by her oversized sleeves) on top of it, massaging it gently. “Your kitchen is really understocked, by the way. Mnnnngggg, now I'm hungry and horny and there's no food left in the kitchen!” She didn't smirk, lacking a mouth or any other facial features, but the sentiment was there. “I guess you and your friends are gonna be helping me take care of at least one of those. Why don't you lead the way to the greenhouse, cutie?”

Chad swallowed heavily. “Are you sure you can even fit through the door?”

“Don't you worry about me, little man. I've been much bigger before. Your job is to show me to the greenhouse and I'll take over from there.” Chad nodded dumbly in response – he was, he realized with dawning horror, well beyond the point where he could back out now, so it was best to just play along.

The Phi Upsilon Kappa greenhouse was the biggest on campus – something of a point of pride. Even the greenhouses used by the faculty and students that actually needed them weren't nearly as big or state-of-the-art. High tech environmental regulators prevented the temperature and humidity from falling too low, keeping the atmosphere perfect for the wide variety of tropical plants that weren't being grown in it because no one in the frat gave enough of a shit to actually use the damn thing for its intended purpose. It was there entirely for the prestige, much like the kitchen that no one used except to store beer, snacks, and leftover takeout. Which meant there was plenty of room for almost every member of the frat to enter the greenhouse. There were only a small handful of missing faces – most damningly Brad and that fucking frog bitch. Frankie had probably had her fill of the cruel prank she and Tiff had been playing on him, and Brad was almost certainly in on it, the douchebag. He'd have to get back at him at some point.

“Dude, what the fuck, you said she had big tits and a big ass, you coulda mentioned she was fucking obese too.”

“She wasn't obese five minutes ago,” Chad replied, voice tinged with resignation to his fate. “If you wanna back out, now's your chance,” he continued, leaving the fact that he had missed his chance and the rest of them should get out while they still could unspoken.

Another brother shrugged. “Pussy's pussy. So long as she doesn't have any freaky monster STDs.”

Chad shrugged. He'd tried to warn them as best he could.

“Nothing to worry about there! I am a hundred percent risk-free to fuck!” Tiff stretched her arms above her head, turning to face the setting sun. “Mmm, this is a nice greenhouse. Perfect temperature, perfect humidity – I'm going to have to visit you guys more often~” She basked in the dying light of the evening. That was really the only word for it. “Oh, but it looks like it'll be dark soon. Does this place happen to have any sunlamps?”

It did, of course. What good would a greenhouse without sunlamps be? It also notably lacked any other form of illumination – considering that the entire building was made of glass, there wasn't much need for lights during the day, and at night, well, why not make the lights double as sunlamps? Chad flicked them on unthinkingly and, one by one, large bulbs flickered to life, gently shining warm, artificial sunlight down on the Fraternity members, and on Tiff.

“Oooooh, yes, that's much better.” There was a loud, wet groaning gurgle centred directly on her distended gut. Tiff's knees quivered and gave way under her, leaving her belly the only thing supporting her bulk. “Just – ahhhn~ – just give me a mooooooment to digest, and your service will begin shortlyyyyyyyyyy!”

Several things happened at once at that moment. The noises of Tiff's digestion got louder and louder and louder, enough that the walls and ceiling of the greenhouse shook dangerously. Were this any other greenhouse, they would almost certainly have shattered from the near-deafening volume – as it was, there was very little that could break the glass, though not for lack of trying on Tiff's part. Also increasing in volume were Tiff's happy noises of arousal. “Cuminnnnnnggggggg!” she moaned, her body writhing and convulsing on top of her belly.

Her belly that was rapidly deflating even as the rest of her grew and grew and grew. Seven feet became ten became fifteen and beyond, forcing Chad to stumble as quickly as he could move to avoid getting rolled over and crushed by the ass he had been fantasizing about fucking mere hours ago. The hem of her dress rose up and up and up her growing legs, revealing more and more of her powerful calves with every second – it took Chad a moment to realize this wasn't the result of her growth. Her dress was retracting into her body. Her sleeves finally gave way to reveal her hands, if they could be called that. Each bore four gigantic claws, proportionally more enormous than even the talons on her heels. They were splayed along the ground holding her quivering body up as she passed the point where she could comfortably stand up. “Mooooore,” she moaned as the petals covering her breasts retracted into her body, revealing fat, bright green flesh capped with full, magenta lips. They moved in time with Tiff's moans, long, vine-like tongues dangling out, drooling slick, sweet smelling nectar. The same nectar that was gushing out from her cock in thick, copious eruptions. The magenta shaft was long and thick and bulbous, tapering to a needle-like head that almost reached past her actual head, and was fed by a pair of pendulous balls – impressively large, though not nearly as big as her tits.

Tiff finished in what felt like it had to have been hours, but was barely even a minute. She slowly shifted her body, from sprawled out on all fours and taking up almost the entire greenhouse – with the gathered frat boys crowded at the back – onto her knees. She was, Chad noted detatchedly, still so massively tall that she had to bend forward quite significantly, but not so much that her tits obscured her third visible mouth. This one was set into her belly, grinning widely and licking its lips. They were less full than the ones on her tits – strange what insignificant details stand out in stressful situations – but that hardly changed the fact that Tiff had a goddamn mouth on her goddamn stomach. “Oh, you're all still dressed?” she said. Her voice echoed, as if it had been overlaid on top of itself seven times over. Which sort of made sense, considering the number of mouths she had, but Chad couldn't shake the sinking feeling that there were clearly more than were visible. “Didn't you enjoy the first part of your service, boys? Did I not moan loud enough when I grew? Or would you rather I have gone slower so you could have more time to jerk it to me getting bigger?” She giggled, once again causing the walls of the greenhouse to quiver dangerously. “Silly boys, I'm a professional, remember? It'd be lame if you came before I even had the chance to eat you all, after all. You should trust me to know what I'm doing!”

She was, of course, directly between the boys and the exit. Not exactly an unbelievable feat – she had been standing almost directly in the entrance when she had started growing, and she took up most of the greenhouse. It was not a small building, and Tiff was kneeling, and still she had to bend over significantly, soft green flesh flattened against the rear wall and the reinforced glass of the ceiling.

“Dude what the fuck.”

“Did it just threaten to eat us?”

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Dude, what the fuck.”

“Oh god it's gonna eat us we're all gonna die.”

“Dude! What the fuck!”

Chad ignored the others. They were nothing but noise at this point. He stared up at Tiff's face – instinct led him to make eye contact, even though her eyes weren't actually eyes. He could probably look at any part of her body and be making eye contact, he realized, but he wasn't gonna give her the satisfaction of staring at her tits. “What the fuck are you?”

“I told you, silly.” Her stomach grinned broadly, licking its lips. “I'm hungry.”

One of the boys decided to make a break for it. It was not, on the surface, a particularly stupid decision. Tiff was large, which in turn logically would make her slow. And, as thick as her thighs were, she was big enough that there was a perfectly straight line directly through them to the still-open exit. It would be a tight squeeze, but if he was fast enough, it would be just possible for him to escape before she managed to eat him. It was, if not a great plan, at least the best plan one could reasonably come up with given the situation.

Tiff allowed him to make it to the door before catching him. A long, thick, dark purple tentacle – unsettlingly similar in appearance to her various tongues – darted out from somewhere behind her balls and wrapped around his ankles, roughly yanking him off his feet. He landed hard on his face, screaming in terror as he was jerked upwards and upwards and up behind her heavy sac, before being abruptly silenced with a loud slurp, followed by a muffled belch. “See, he gets it. It's no fun for anyone if you just stand there staring like you're made of wood. I'm the plant here and I'm more lively than you guys. Come on, boys, don't you wanna get your money's worth?”

Another stepped forward. He was putting on the best brave face he could manage, but it wasn't a very convincing one. “H-hey. You can't do this,” he said, the slight quiver to his voice betraying that he was afraid for his life. “This kind of thing isn't legal.”

“Oh, don't worry about that, Miss Dreamer has filled out all the paperwork and paid all the relevant fees. I am a one hundred percent licensed practitioner of the sexual arts!”

“Now you listen here-” he said, pointing at her angrily, providing her with a convenient target. His sentence was cut off when the antenna-like hair on top of her head darted out and wrapped tightly around it. “Hey!” he shouted, grabbing the fifth tongue Tiff had revealed even as it snaked its way down his arm tightly. From a distance it looked unusually slender for a tongue, and given Tiff's size, Chad supposed that technically it was, but it was still thicker around than the arm it was enveloping. He pulled at it, then stopped, frowned, and pulled again. “I'm stuck,” he muttered, hand tightly clinging to the glistening vine even as Tiff's head slowly unfolded into four large petals. The flesh on the inside was a darker shade of magenta than her tongues, but glistened with the same moisture, like the inside of a mouth (because of course it was another fucking mouth.) Each triangular petal was lined with what could only be teeth, rounded and rigid and the same purple as her claws.

Of course, all those details hardly mattered to the frat boy whose arm was ensnared. Chad found it mildly amusing that his mind was picking up on Tiff's belly's lips being less full than the ones on her tits, but was drawing a complete blank on the names of his frat brothers – some of his closest friends. The group melted together into a vague mass of Other People Who Were Probably Going To Get Eaten By Tiff. The unlucky son of a bitch who had been stupid enough to step forward being the obvious next victim, and nothing more. More vines darted out from the centre of Tiff's head – there wasn't really any visible place for them to come from, but come they did, each one wrapping around her second victim, effortlessly picking him up and pulling him into the bloom, which folded around him unceremoniously. Tiff's head didn't betray that it had just blossomed and eaten a man whole in the slightest.

“That was fun. Who's next?”

Those who remained uneaten, aside from Chad (who was too busy having an existential crisis to react like a normal human being) immediately fell into a blind panic. Tiff squealed with glee as her prey finally began to properly resist in earnest. She lifted a hand, revealing that there were, unsurprisingly, mouths nestled in the centre of the claws. Big, gaping holes, lined with deep purple teeth, with countless vine-like tongues dangling and drooling out, bringing the final total to a distressing seven, and slammed them on top of scrambling frat boys left and right. More vines darted out and grabbed the ineffectively fleeing snacks, pulling them up into various orifices. One particularly stupid man decided the best option was to make a break for the door, much like the first one to be eaten. And, much like the first victim, his escape attempt was unsuccessful. Tiff's legs split, unfolding into six gigantic, tentacle-like roots, before again tightly weaving together into an impenetrable wall in front of the only exit. He smacked his fists ineffectually against the barricade, crying and screaming, begging her not to eat him – and, for his troubles, he got unceremoniously eaten by her right tit.

In less than half a minute, the only remaining uneaten member of Phi Upsilon Kappa was Chad, standing baffled in the middle of the greenhouse.

“You're not going to run?”

He shrugged. “What would the point be?”

“It's more fun that way, silly!”

“When I suggested we go back to my place for the night, I assumed we were going to have sex,” he said dumbly.

“Well, yeah, what do you think this is?”

It was almost funny, really. The only emotion Chad could muster in response was mild exasperation and possibly some confusion. “That wasn't sex, that was you eating the entire kitchen, growing huge, and then eating all my friends!”

“There's a difference?”

“Yes!”

“Huh.” Tiff shrugged. “Well, to each their own, I guess. I'm not gonna kinkshame.” She wriggled slightly, faint rumbling sounds coming from the direction of her belly. “Ugh, one moment, I'm gonna need a bit more breathing room.”

“Are you gonna grow again?”

Tiff didn't respond, but the answer was obvious. She let out a low, rumbling moan, echoed almost melodically by each and every mouth she had. Her enormous body writhed and wriggled against the glass, the gushes of nectar from her pulsing cock resuming as her tremendous hips rocked back and forth. “Ooooooohhh~” She convulsed, and her arms flexed. There was a loud, ominous groaning sound, unlike anything Chad had heard before. It took a moment to realize it wasn't coming from Tiff, and another to realize that it was the sound of the greenhouse's metal frame stretching and tearing and breaking.

The reinforced glass, Chad noted ruefully, remained entirely intact. The entire building lifted off of the ground in one solid piece, which Tiff idly tossed aside as she stood up and up and up. She stretched, groaning loudly as she lifted her arms above her head, her chest thrusting out proudly, each lipple drooling lewdly. “Ah, feels so good to get out of there. You really should consider investing in a bigger greenhouse, that one was so tiny.” There was another loud, ominous rumbling, this one almost certainly coming from Tiff, and she groaned as she lowered her hands to rub her belly. “Mmmm, your friends are having fun it seems. Oh, I can feel them cumming inside of me~” The sheer weight of her gigantic shaft was enough to leave it pointing downwards in spite of it being clearly fully erect. That changed as she flopped backwards, her gigantic ass completely flattening the Phi Upsilon Kappa dorm house beneath its bulk in one fell sit. The force of her sitting knocked Chad off his feet, leaving him on his own, much smaller ass. “Well, if you don't feel like playing along, I can always entertain myself in other ways.”

She spread her legs – which had, at some point, returned to their initial shape – and grasped her shaft with both hands. A multitude of tongues darted out from various parts of her body to wrap around her cock and join her hands in slowly working it up and down with a steady rhythm. “You – ahn~ – you know, you really should just let me eat you,” she muttered as she languidly masturbated, followed by another sweet-smelling belch. “It feels waaaaaaaay better than the boring ol' stick-your-cock-in-a-hole kind of sex. Imagine your whole body gettin' squeezed 'n teased 'n fucked by the tightest fucking cunt you've ever felt, aaaall over.” She groaned again, interrupted by another wet burp. Hot, honey-scented air washed over Chad's entire body. “Mmmm, imagine cummin' over 'n over 'n over, forever 'n ever. Never stopping, just constant climax, feeding me and making me bigger 'n bigger 'n bigerrrrrrrrrrrfuuuuck~”

Tiff's whole body lurched bigger. Her earlier growth had been an even process – a rapid process, yes, but Tiff had still gone from seven feet to eight feet, hitting each interval in between at a smooth, even rate, even if that rate had resulted in her almost outgrowing the two storey greenhouse in less than a minute. This time, though, it was not an even process. The rhythm of her stroking stuttered slightly as she surged bigger, and then again. Her quivering claws tore gigantic gashes in the land around her as they lengthened and thickened and grew in sputtering spurts of five, ten feet at a time. There was no elegance to this, no process. If her earlier growth had been like digestion, then her growth now was like-

Well, like cumming.

It was, at least, nice to know that his friends were not, in fact, dead. They were just being held inside of Tiff's body as little living cum factories. “Ahhhhhnnnnnnngggggg, your little friends sure are having a good tiiiiiiiime~” she moaned. “Mngggg, cum is so, so, so very goooooood for making me bigger bigger biggerrrrrrrrrr, too. Oooooh, I could keep this up forever,” she practically moaned, and with every moan her body pushed closer and closer to Chad. The distance between his face and her pulsing, distended, boulder-sized seedpods was lessening by the second. “In fact, I think I just might. Can't really stop until my client's cum at least once, after all. That'd just be unprofessional of me, wouldn't it? Mnnnn, and I am a professional.” The air was suffocatingly thick with the sweet scent of Tiff, floral and fruity and oh so very overpowering. Chad found it almost impossible to focus on anything else, and it only got harder the closer she grew to him, until suddenly he found her ballsack pressing forcefully into his face.

“So, what's it gonna be, li'l man?” Tiff cooed, panting with arousal. “Are you gonna finally start fucking playing along? Or am I gonna have to start getting really big?”

Finally, Chad's fight-or-flight instincts kicked in. It was too late, of course, though he didn't quite yet realize that. It had been too late for quite a while, but at this point he didn't even have the illusion of hope that he might escape. Tiff's legs had encircled him in a sort of arena, completely blocking every possible line of escape – lines that had been open up until a moment ago. Though she was still growing, still masturbating, she was no longer distracted. All of her focus was on him, like she was a hunter and he was her prey. At this point, she had already caught him. She was just toying with him, like a cat playing with a half-dead mouse.

If he was going to get out, he was going to have to be clever.

And Chad was not, in the end, a particularly clever rat. He would likely be the first to admit that he had only lasted as long as he had by being handsome and athletic and having very rich parents. But it didn't matter how good looking he was, or how good at sports he was, or especially how rich his parents were if he was indirectly responsible for several tens of millions of dollars worth of completely fucking destroyed frat house. And, if he was understanding Tiff correctly, that was just the beginning of the destruction she planned to wreak on the Harris campus. Even if he did manage to escape, he would still almost certainly be held responsible for the unrestrained sexual rampage Tiff had threatened to go on. The bill that Tiff had amassed already was well beyond what his parents would tolerate. There was only one option he had if he wanted to avoid being disowned.

“Okay, fine,” he muttered, quietly resigned to his fate. “Eat me.”

“Hmmmm,” Tiff replied in a sing-song voice, touching a long purple claw to where her mouth would be if she had one in an exaggerated gesture of thought. “Nah.”

“wait what do you mean nah”

“I mean nah.” Tiff shrugged. “Like I said, it's nowhere near as fun for anyone if you don't even try to fight back. It's just not satisfying for me, and more importantly it wouldn't be very satisfying for you either.” Tiff paused, grunting as her cock convulsed with another copious spurt of nectar and she grew another ten feet. “Mnn, and if it's not satisfying for you, then I'm not doing my job right.” She reached over and grabbed the discarded greenhouse, idly turning it around in her gigantic claws like it was some kind of toy before unceremoniously shoving it into one of her tits.

“Well, uh.” Chad, for the first time that evening, felt genuine panic creeping up his spine. If he wanted to mitigate the damage, he was going to have to get creative – all other avenues had been exhausted. And, unfortunately for him, Chad was about as creative as he was clever. Still, they say that necessity is the mother of invention, and right now the situation necessitated a way for Chad to get out of having to pay for Tiff's rampage. “It's just, uh, that it would be... too... easy?”

It was really impressive how, in spite of completely lacking a face, Tiff managed to be as expressive as she was. The vague colourful markings on her head roughly in the shape of eyes almost seemed to move, forming an expression of dubiousness that seemed to take up her entire face. She wasn't buying it. Chad was going to have to double down on the false confidence in order for this impromptu plan to work.

“I mean, not for me. You're just so huge and strong that there's no way catching me will be any fun. Right?”

“Hmmmmmmmm,” Tiff replied. Once again, her voice was almost mocking, and the motion of placing her finger against where lips would be on a normal person was even more exaggerated. “I suppose that you have a point there.”

“Right! So obviously you need to shrink down to a more manageable size and we can-”

“Oh, dear, no. The only thing more boring than prey that doesn't fight back is getting smaller.” She spat the word out, dripping with a level of disdain unheard of outside of political or religious discussions. “What's the point in getting smaller when you're already big? That's just going back to normal. That's boring. If I was starting normal and you wanted me to get smaller that'd be one thing. Still lame and boring, but Miss Dreamer says we're not supposed to kinkshame. But I draw the line at getting smaller when I'm already so big. At least not until we're done.”

Chad frowned. It felt almost like she was specifically avoiding his attempts to get the situation under control. “Uh, well-”

“Gosh, you talk a lot,” Tiff interrupted. “I’m not supposed to be critical of customers but you just seem so dead set on making my job more difficult. We’ve been at this for ages and you’ve not even taken your clothing off yet! And you just keep talking and talking and talking and it’s so boring. I know it’s a bit unprofessional of me, but you’re making it very hard to pretend to care what you have to say.”

“O-oh.” It was strangely emasculating, as though the entire rest of the situation hadn’t been emasculating. Somehow Tiff’s words right at that moment stung significantly more than her dominant actions.

“Anyway,” Tiff said, slowly pulling herself upright. “You aren’t wrong that it’d be way too easy for me to chase you down and eat you. Though, really, that’s on you for not running sooner.” Tiff stretched, and Chad found himself reminded why he’d been so fascinated by her in the first place. The pose thrust her ample tits out, emphasizing their size and weight and softness. It was almost enough for him to overlook the big, full lips and the long purple tongues that were licking them. Her thick thighs jiggled tantalizingly, reminding him also of her juicy ass – the thing that had attracted his interest in the first damn place. And he hadn’t even gotten a good look at it.

“H-hold on,” he interjected shakily.

“Ugh, what now?”

“W-well,” he continued to stutter. He couldn’t help it, really. Tiff was big and very willing to consume him. It activated long forgotten primal prey species instincts that he didn’t even really know he had. His mind was screaming at him to run away, and his libido was screaming equally loudly that actually this was kinda hot in a weird, fucked up kinda way. “I mean, I’m the customer, right?” She had used that term, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was a customer of. He could understand if he’d accidentally propositioned a prostitute (again), but he simply couldn’t wrap his head around anyone wanting to pay good money for a giant plant lady to fucking destroy their homes and eat their friends.

Tiff did not roll her eyes, not really having eyes to roll. But the sentiment was there, as was the basic motion. “Well, duh.”

“Right!” he responded, seeing a way out. It was a faint chance, and it would honestly still almost certainly end with him getting eaten regardless. But at least he’d hopefully be able to mitigate potential property damage and maybe even get some actual fun out of the evening. “And that means you’ve gotta do what I say, right? At least within reason?”

Tiff’s eye markings narrowed in a rough approximation of a frown. “I’m not shrinking down.”

“Of course not! I said within reason, and that would obviously not be within reason. But besides that, what I say goes, right? The customer is always right and all that.”

“Maybe if you’d brought this up like twenty minutes ago, yeah,” she said with another exaggerated roll of her head. “But yes. Technically you get to dictate the scenario and all that. Even if you’re really bad at it.”

“Well,” Chad said, reaching down to undo his pants. “You’re going to eat me regardless of what I do. But, uh, before that, I’d like to make a final request.” He had some amount of experience with undressing quickly, and by the time he finished his sentence he had successfully removed his pants and underwear and mostly unbuttoned his shirt. He was well muscled, and fairly well endowed – though he didn’t hold a candle to Tiff, even proportionally. Still, he was a handsome, muscular, and virile young rat, and hopefully showing off those aspects of himself more openly would make Tiff more inclined to listen to him.

“Depends on the request,” Tiff replied with a capricious shrug.

“I wanna fuck your butt.”

That earned him an incredulous stare, or as much of one as Tiff was capable of giving. “That’s going to be difficult, logistically speaking.”

“You don’t have to shrink down, I’d be happy just putting my cock in between your cheeks for a bit. Then you can do whatever you want with me.”

“Well,” Tiff said, after a moment of silent thought. “I’m not shrinking down, obviously. But since you’re finally starting to be cooperative, I figure you deserve a bit of a reward. If you don’t mind, I have a few ideas of how to maybe give you a bit more of a proper time with my ass.” She tented her claws eagerly. “And since you said I can do whatever I want, you obviously don’t mind!”

Chad opened his mouth to reply, but Tiff moved faster than he could. In spite of being so fucking massive, she was quick. She jabbed him square in the chest with a claw bigger than he was, knocking him flat on his ass with an “oof.”

“There we go!” Tiff said eagerly before turning around and taking a few steps away so she could flop backwards onto the ground without crushing Chad (that, presumably, would come later.) “That should kick in in about a minute. In the meantime, dig in~”

Frankly, the rat barely registered that Tiff had spoken. His entire world was consumed by ass. It was massive, easily on par with how big the frathouse was before she happened to it. And still visibly pulsing bigger and bigger and bigger. Chad had never considered the possibility of being turned on by an ass the size of a building before now. He tended to avoid dating macros – he’d always disliked the idea of girls being bigger and stronger than him. But, well, his cock had already been hard, and seeing her ass in all its glory only made it harder, pulsing and throbbing with arousal and leaking a copious flow of precum in a way it never had before. Clearly there was something to this whole “macro” thing he’d been overlooking. “Hurry up! If you take too long I’m gonna hafta reconsider not going on that rampage.” Chad didn’t need to be told, but it served as incentive enough for him to break free of his ass-induced trance and stumble forward eagerly. He didn’t just want to stick his dick in between those big, fat, cheeks, although he very much wanted to. But he also had to, lest Tiff get bored and do things that would lead to his parents disowning him. No matter how much smaller than it he was, he was gonna give that ass a fucking like nothing it had ever gotten before – the fate of his inheritance hung in the balance.

He collided forcefully with taut cheeks, slipping ever so slightly into that tantalizing cleavage. God, it was even bigger up close. And he could feel it getting bigger beneath his body. He inhaled deeply, and was rewarded with an intense burst of aphrodisiac pheromones that set his head spinning. Like walking through a massive garden filled with all the most fragrant flowers known to man that had also been the site of a massive orgy. The scent of flowers and cum drowned out his conscious thought, and he quickly switched to instinct mode. He groped at her ass as best as she could given how much smaller he was than it, getting a good grip before thrusting wildly.

Fuck, she was tight. He had no idea how her ass cleavage could be so tight given the vast difference in size, but frankly he didn’t care. His whole body itched in anticipation of his mounting orgasm. He felt hot and tight and heavy and horny. Which, really, should have been a red flag. But the part of him that would have even noticed what was happening to him, much less objected, had long since checked out in favour of the primal lizard brain that just wanted more of this because it felt so fucking good. With every thrust, his muscle definition faded. His arms became thinner and softer, his fingers slender and delicate. His waist pinched its way inward, quickly rivalling Tiff’s own cartoonishly feminine build. Of course, to properly match her build, he had other parts that needed to get bigger. And get bigger they did. His pecs melted away into soft, fat flesh that swelled outwards with a delightful fullness. His hips blossomed outwards while his shoulders shrank inwards and his ass swelled outwards. It didn’t quite live up to Tiffs, but it was still nice and jiggly. He giggled slightly in a decidedly unmasculine manner as it undulated from the force of his thrusting.

Or her, she supposed, evidenced by the sudden empty sensation behind her swelling balls. She was gonna hafta deal with that at some point. But right now, she had a hooker to satisfy and an ass to fuck. So fuck she did, harder and faster even as her body began to grow. That part wasn’t particularly surprising to her, really. Of course she was growing. That was just the logical next step in the evening, really. Besides which, how else was she gonna be able to properly fuck Tiff? She was just so fucking tiny. Only six feet tall! She’d hafta be at least ten or twenty times that before she could even come close to being an adequate partner for Tiff. Though, on the other hand, why stop there? She was no underachiever.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” she moaned as her pendulous breasts rubbed against Tiff’s taut butt as a result of her rapid growth. She could barely think straight, much less keep track of her height. All she knew was that her hug was quickly covering more and more of Tiff’s glorious behind until eventually she could actually grab at her hips. At some point she found herself having to get onto her knees in order to keep her face buried in its proper place. And then Tiff had to get up onto her knees. “Like, this is more like it! Gawd, I dunno why I waited so long to get to the good bit. Like, your ass is so fuckin’ good!”

“See? We got off to a rocky start but now that you’re into it you’re having more fun! You just needed to loosen up a bit.”

“Oh, totes,” Chad replied. Though, really, Chad was hardly an appropriate name for her anymore. She’d always liked the sound of Cindy, though obviously now wasn’t the best time to be deciding on a new name to go with her new outlook. “You were one hundred percent right. Like, I dunno what I was thinking.” Cindy wiggled her own ass, which was still growing bigger even in proportion to her own colossal height. Big and fat and slutty, just the way she liked it. The way she’d always wanted it – she just couldn’t see it until now. She pushed her hips against Tiff’s, wedging her cock deeper and deeper until it popped out the other end. Like the rest of her, it had gotten bigger – even in proportion to her growth. If she were still six feet tall, it would have been the size of her goddamn forearm, maybe even a bit bigger. Easily big enough for her to titfuck herself were she not busy hotdogging Tiff.

That prompted a giggle. “Like, hey, Tiff, you still hungry? ‘cause I’ve got a nice, juicy hot dog for you~”

“Ooh, that sounds delicious. But you know what’d be even more delicious?”

“Like, what?”

Tiff pulled away, and Cindy reluctantly let go of her hips. The slightly larger plant girl rolled over, her movement causing the fucking ground to shake. Cindy missed getting to play with Tiff’s ass, but her tits were still nice and big. The plant girl spread her legs wide, revealing the conspicuous absence of her penis. In its place was what seemed to be a cunt. Of course, Cindy’s mind wandered back to the vaguely remembered debacle in the greenhouse, and cleverly deduced that it wasn’t actually a cunt.

“Your cock.”

“Uh, like, duh, that’s what the hot dog was. It’s called a metaphor.”

“Yeah, but if you hot dog me and cum on my ass, that’s a lot of delicious cum that’s gone to waste~”

“Oh. Oh, duh, of course! Like, how could I not think of that.” She reached down and grabbed her cock, carefully aiming it at the eagerly awaiting hole. “Like, if someone did that to me, I’d be, like, suuuuuuuper pissed, you know?”

“Well, then, don’t keep me waiting! I’m still really hungry, and only your big meaty cock can satisfy me~”

“Like, you don’t hafta tell me twice!” Cindy plunged forward, her shaft sliding easily into Tiff. The results were unlike anything that she’d experienced before in her fucking life. She was hardly inexperienced, of course. As Chad, she’d had just about every kind of sex imaginable, or so she had thought – she’d been so small-minded back then! She’d had handjobs, titjobs, assjobs, even footjobs. She’d done anal, she’d done oral, of course she’d just done vanilla penis-in-vagina fuckin’.

Tiff’s cunt was like none of those, and at the same time kind of like all of them at once. Which, she supposed, made perfect sense. It was a cunt, yes, but it was also a mouth – she was getting a blowjob at the same time as she was doing Tiff missionary-style. There was the tightness that only a cunt or asshole could manage, but at the same time there was the suction that only a mouth could pull off. And her tongue, long and thin and dexterous, wrapping tightly around her shaft and undulating. God, it felt so fucking good. She found her strength fleeing her as she collapsed forward, her landing cushioned by Tiff’s tits and also by her own head-sized pair.

Cindy screamed in ecstasy. The pressure of her own body weight caused the two sets of boobs to press together. It would have been enough to push her over the edge right then and there were it not for sheer force of will holding her back. They’d only just started, after all. It would be a waste to lose control and cum now. Instead, she just leaked. “G-gawd!” she cried as she realized exactly what that ominous tightness in her tits was. The thin trickle quickly turned into a torrent of rat milk, and yet it wasn’t enough. She could feel her tits getting fuller and fuller and fuller.

“Oh! Well, that’s interesting. Not unwelcome, though. Would you like a little help with that?”

“M-mahhhhnnnng~” was the only response Cindy could muster, somewhere between “more” and “milk.”

Still, Tiff clearly got the message. Her face contorted into the closest approximation to a grin she could make without a mouth. “Well, lucky for you, your tits are mooshing against my tits, and my tits just so happen to have mouths.” Tiff’s lipples eagerly took in Cindy’s leaky teats and began to suckle.

The reaction was instantaneous. “Gaaaaaaawddddddd!” she cried as her breasts doubled in size in one fell swoop. “Fuuuuuuck!” Her hips, which had slowed down a bit due to her tits acting as a distraction, redoubled their frantic thrusting. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck, gonna cuuuuuuuuuuuum!”

And cum she fuckin’ did. She wasn’t sure whether it was the result of Tiff’s magical meddling, or if the floral hooker was just that fucking good, but it blew every other orgasm she’d ever had out of the fucking water. Her vision went white and her breath came short and shallow. Dimly, she still registered her surroundings. She could feel Tiff’s belly swelling outward. Hear her let out yet another earth-shattering belch even as she swallowed more and more and more rat-cum. Hear the wet pop of her nipples leaving Tiff’s lipples, feel the wondrous sensation of them sliiiiiiding down the plant’s torso. Feel her cock and hips thrusting deeper and deeper into Tiff’s lower maw. Because of course she was growing again. She’d said earlier that cum made her grow.

There was really only one thing left to do. A dazed grin spread across Cindy’s face as she felt Tiff’s lower tongue entwine itself around her hips and slowly pull her inside.

~~~~~~


She wasn’t sure entirely how much time passed after Tiff finally vored her. She wasn’t really sure about much of anything, if she was honest. Her mind swam in a vague haze. All she knew was that it was dark, wet, warm, and she’d cum and cum and cum, seemingly without end. Lord knew how big that resulted in Tiff getting, but she found herself no longer really minding.

It took her a good minute to realize she was no longer cumming. That she was no longer inside of Tiff. Her eyes darted open in vague confusion as she slowly took in her surroundings.

“What were you two thinking?!” came a harsh hiss from somewhere off to her vague right. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position and turned to take stock of the situation.

Frankie and Tiff were standing in the middle of what was left of Phi Upsilon Kappa, the latter back to a more reasonable though still enormous height and looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

“There was only a little property damage before I managed to get them into a pocket dimension,” Frankie muttered sullenly.

“Yes,” replied the third person present. She was a goat, tall and rail-thin, dressed in a professional looking suit – black jacket, red shirt, black tie, and a red miniskirt that clung tightly to her modest ass. “And thank the stars that one of you had the foresight to do that while it was only several million dollars of damages that Miss Dreamer is liable for because you decided it would be brilliant to eat an entire college dorm!” The woman paced back and forth furiously. “Once again, what were you two thinking?!”

“Sorry, Miss Smith,” the two replied in monotone unison.

“Oh, you will be, because I am absolutely holding you responsible for any and all financial damages.”

“Oh what come on I didn’t even do anything,” Frankie replied petulantly.

“You’re supposed to reign Miss Lysenko in, Miss Denton.”

“I tried to warn him!”

“Yes, which is why I’m in a generous enough mood to hold you both responsible instead of laying the blame squarely on your shoulders. Be glad that I’m spreading the necessary pay cut between the both of you.”

“Yes, ma’am” Frankie grumbled.

“Now,” the apparent lawyer said, turning to face Cindy. “What are we going to do with you?” The woman had sharp features, though certainly not unattractive. Sort of a sexy librarian thing going on. Cindy would definitely bang, though now that she thought about it there wasn’t much she could imagine that she wouldn’t bang.

“Uh. Hi?”

“Hello, Mr. Chadwick.” Cindy reeled slightly at the Mr. “My name is Bethany Smith, of Johnson, Smith and Baphomet.”

“Okay.” Cindy couldn’t really think of anything else to say. Thinking was hard – she was still horny as fuck. Her big fat ladymeat twitched and dripped and drooled, her tits leaked thick rat cream, and her cunt was practically begging to be bred. She was, somewhat disappointingly, no longer a giantess, though as she pulled herself upright she noticed somewhat smugly that she was decidedly the tallest person present. “Like, can I go now? I’m suuuuper fuckin’ horny still and I totes didn’t even get my pussy stuffed.”

Miss Smith glowered. “What on earth did you do to him?” she snapped.

“Nothing! I just cast an embiggening spell, I swear!”

Miss Smith took a deep, hissing breath through clenched teeth. “Well, I suppose you’ve got enough experience on that front that I’m willing to believe you.” She waved her hand vaguely, and Cindy felt an uncomfortable tingling sensation – like her skull was filled with angry hornets. “Mmm, yes, it seems like most of the physical transformations were Mr. Chadwick’s own doing. I’m also not detecting any mental effects. It seems like he – or, rather, she had a few things she did not know about herself until exposed to Miss Lysenko’s rather powerful magic. Perfectly normal, and not something we can be legally held liable for. Though I’m afraid that you’ll be stuck like that for now.”

“Like, I am?”

“Whatever you did to yourself, you did instinctively without any kind of training. That almost always results in a complicated knot of magic effects that not even the most expert mage can untangle without potentially causing lasting harm. It’s safer for you to just leave you like this.” Miss Smith shrugged. “Besides, you’re rather clearly happy with the outcome, and you’re an adult so it’s your decision to make.”

“Cool beans. Like, can I go find someone to fuck my brains out, now?”

“I’m afraid not. There’s still the matter of Miss Lysenko’s, ah, fee.”

“Like, whatever, send the bill to my parents.”

“Actually,” Miss Smith replied, “I have a bit of a different solution in mind. One that I’m fairly certain you will find very agreeable.” She adjusted her glasses slightly, and a smile slowly crept across her face, and Cindy felt a chill. Lawyers, she found, were very good at eliciting that specific reaction from people. Especially when they got happy about something. “What would you say to working off your debt in a more... tangible way.”

Cindy frowned. “Like, I don’t do physical labour, lady.”

“Oh, trust me, this will be the kind of physical labour you very much do.” She circled Cindy, like a predator eyeing up a meal. “You certainly have the build for it,” she said, slapping Cindy’s ass. The larger rat gasped and moaned as her butt jiggled tantalizingly. “Certainly a good start.” She circled back around in front of Cindy. “Of course, we can’t in good conscience even consider hiring you without a thorough job interview. Normally, Miss Dreamer would make all hiring decisions herself, but she isn’t here and I am. I believe a bit of a preliminary interview is within reason, to ensure we don’t waste her time.”

“Like-”

“Shut up.”

“Yes’m.”

“Good girl.” Miss Smith grinned eagerly. “You may go home, girls, I can handle things from here.”

“Fuck that shit,” Frankie replied, stepping forward. She inhaled deeply, breathing in and in and in, and as she did so her naked body began to grow. Her tits swelled, hips widened, and a big fat frog cock erupted forth from her crotch. “I call her ass.”

“Ooh! Ooh! I want her cunt!” Tiff added eagerly, her petals once again vanishing to wherever they went when she retracted them.

“Fine, fine, she’s already demonstrated adequate skill with her cock and I was planning on fucking her face, anyway. Miss Denton, if you wouldn’t mind relocating us to a pocket dimension?”

“Gotcha, boss lady.” Frankie snapped her fingers, the sharp noise echoing throughout the campus – though nothing seemed to happen, as far as Cindy could tell.

“Excellent. Let’s begin then.” With that, Miss Smith snapped her fingers, and was abruptly engulfed in a massive pillar of black flames.

When the fire died down, Miss Smith had changed. Her facial features had somehow gotten even sharper, almost like a skull, crowned with enormous horns the colour of fresh blood. Meanwhile everything else about her was the opposite of sharp. Big, fat, heavy tits that easily put Cindy’s own head-sized pair to shame, both in terms of raw size and in terms of milk production. Her hips were wide and motherly, crowned with an ass that easily outmatched even Tiff. But what stood out most to Cindy was her cock – bright red, drooling, with a pointed tip, sharp ridges, and a massive knot. She couldn’t help but notice it the most because the size difference between her and Miss Smith left it directly in front of her face. It was gigantic, easily as big as Cindy’s entire goddamn body.

Miss Smith stretched languidly, unfurling her black feathered wings. “Mnnn, it feels good to let loose a tiny bit. I figure one 250[sup]th[/sup] of my natural size ought to be good enough for now, though I am expecting everyone involved to get much bigger by the end of the night. Now,” she said, grinning down at the much smaller rat. “Suck my cock. Now.”

A few hours ago, Chad would have refused out of hand. Sucking a cock was gay, even if it was a girlcock. But, well, Cindy’s worldview had significantly expanded since, and as a result she found herself drastically re-evaluating her opinion of the turn her day had taken.

Slowly, an eager grin spread across her face.

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