“You done setting up?”

“This is a bit more complicated than just a webcam and a Blue Yeti. It’ll be a minute.”

“Oh. Okay.” Kitty shuffled nervously in place. “There are webcams, though.”

“Need to get every angle for the viewers. But we’ve gotta future-proof, considering.”

“I guess? How, um, successful are you expecting this to be?”

“As successful as usual. Even if we only hit, like two milestones though, this is still kind of a shitty-ass shack in the middle of the desert.”

“Yeah, uh. I was wondering about that.” To its credit, on the inside at least it didn’t look like a run down old shack. If someone told Kitty it was a small sound stage in an office building, she’d probably have believed them had she not literally seen it on the outside. It was divided into two rooms, both about as spacious as was reasonably possible. One was a sort of recording studio, filled with various AV tech and computers and wires. The other was stark white, with black lines painted horizontally across the walls, demarcating height. Several hidden cameras were embedded in the walls that Kitty likely wouldn’t have noticed had she not literally had them pointed out to her. It seemed standard enough, if a bit barren, though Kitty was admittedly a bit new to this whole... line of business.

“God, why did I think it was a good idea to agree to this...”

“Because you get a disgustingly large percentage of the profits and you need the cash,” the tech guy replied bluntly. He was a nerdy little ferret named Ted. She’d not managed to get a last name out of him. Short and scrawny – actually a fairly similar build to Kitty, if she was honest. “Also I get the impression you’re interested in the, ah, other benefits.”

“Right,” Kitty muttered to herself. She was five feet tall – exactly, on the fuckin’ dot. Well, if she wanted to be very pedantic, she was a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a fraction away from five feet. One hundred and fifty two centimetres, to use the more accurate metric measurement. Literally point four centimetres away from five feet even. But she really didn’t want to be four foot eleven, so she happily fudged those four millimetres. When you were short, you took what you could get. She was also, frankly, a bit of a beanpole. She wasn’t really sure if that was the right term, considering she was short and thin, rather than tall and thin, but frankly she didn’t give a fuck about the semantic differences. She had no tits, no ass, no hips, no thighs. She looked like a teenager and frankly she kind of hated it.

She awkwardly adjusted her plain white bra, which matched the equally plain white pair of panties she’d been provided with. Apparently they were very expensive, incredibly high tech. Custom made for her. “Hey, if this is so profitable, why are we in a shack in the middle of the desert anyway?”

“Setting this kinda thing up costs a lotta money, babe,” Ted replied. “If we were in a more expensive venue as well, it wouldn’t be nearly as profitable as it is. Besides, a flimsy wooden shack is a lot safer for our girls than a sturdy concrete soundstage.”

“Okay, that makes sense.” Once again, she shuffled awkwardly, trying to think up something to say. “Uh, speaking of girls, how is-”

“Exactly how you think she’s doing,” Ted cut her off, rolling his eyes. “Sitting outside complaining about how this is a waste of her talents.”

“Why is she here?”

“We need to provide an early frame of reference. That’s basically it. She’ll be in once we’re ready, which shhhhhould be right aboutttttt... Now. There, quantum cameras set up.”

“Quantum what nows?”

“’s a bit complicated to explain. The short answer’s that we’ll be able to keep streaming you no matter how big you get.”

“Right...” That was, really, the crux of the matter, wasn’t it? The real reason she was here. Why she’d accepted the shady job offer from a camwhore site. Because she wasn’t just gonna be streaming herself stripping, or having sex, or anything typical like that. And she wasn’t going to be doing anything one typically thought of in association with questionably legal camwhore sites. She wasn’t (as far as she knew) involved in some kind of snuff film thing or child porn anything like that. No, what she was going to be doing was getting bigger. People would donate to the site, and at certain donation milestones she would physically get bigger. Somehow.

She didn’t really understand the exact mechanics. Ted had described them to her, something to do with quantum entanglement and her custom underwear and some other technobabble that went completely over her head. All she knew was that, on doing a bit of research and a little dark web digging she was fairly sure these guys weren’t just making shit up.

Kitty’s inner monologue was rudely interrupted by the door wrenching open. “You all done in there yet?” came a familiar gruff voice. “My ass is getting sore sitting around waiting for you to get your shit together.”

“We’re ready. Was just about to go grab y’all.”

“I’m here,” Diane snapped back, ducking low to be able to fit through the door at all. The building creaked dangerously, and Kitty was briefly very worried that it would break, but the very large badger managed to force her way inside. She towered, easily twice as tall as Kitty. Actually, she was exactly twice as tall as Kitty, which the smaller otter knew for a fact because of the height markings on the wall. Ten feet tall, bulging with muscle and amply proportioned. She was just barely short enough to physically fit inside the damn shack at all, and took up a good portion of the space in the soundstage half of the equation. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Play nice, Diane.”

“Whatever, the twerp’s gonna make like five bucks and then we’ll all go home disappointed. I just wanna get it over with.”

“I’d like you to take a moment to recall that you, too, were once a twerp. Shorter than our dear Kitty, that’s for sure.”

Diane growled at him, baring her fangs.

“Anyway, seriously, once we’re live, cut that shit out. Ain’t professional.”

“Whatever.”

Ted rolled his eyes again, clearly unimpressed. “Don’t worry, she does her job well, or she’d have been fired long ago.”

“I can hear you, you know.”

“I know. Anyway, we’re going live in five, four, three-” The rest of the countdown was silent, followed by a thumbs up that Kitty assumed indicated they were live. She didn’t really see the difference, but this was literally her first experience in the adult entertainment industry. “Welcome, everyone! It looks like we’ve got a pretty big audience, and we’ve not even started yet! Five hundred loyal subscribers, all eager to meet our brand new performer.”

Kitty tried not to visibly freak out at the fact that five hundred people were apparently watching her right now. As it was, she couldn’t help but blush a bit and nervously fidget, prompting Diane to roll her eyes. 

“We’ve got a great show lined up for you folks today. No limits, anything goes. S’long as it doesn’t conflict with anything already suggested and doesn’t break any global rules, you can do whatever you want to our cute little newbie here, and make her as massive as you want, too! I know, I know, normally we try to go easy with newbies, but today’s little minx is very enthusiastic. And, as a special bonus treat, we’ve got a guest appearance by everyone’s favourite firebrand, Diane Deliziosa!” Ted’s voice was smooth and soothing, a far cry from the more casual tone he’d taken while they were off-air. Like a radio announcer. He nodded at Kitty. “But before we do anything else, Let’s introduce the main event.”

“Oh, um. Hi, everyone! I guess? My name’s Kitty Love. It’s nice to meet you all!” Of course, Kitty Love wasn’t her real name. It was an alias, given to her by Ted – in case she decided that this wasn’t a viable long-term career and wanted to go back to her regular life without risking anyone finding her real identity through this stream. There were also apparently other measures taken to prevent people from finding her real world identity, but much like the mechanics of the growth, it had all gone over her head.

“Why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself? The audience is dying to know; who is Kitty Love when she’s not entertaining the masses by getting huge?”

“Um, well. I’m thirty seven years old. Single... Virgin.” She coughed slightly. “I work in the mailroom at a big tech company. And, um, have worked there for a good decade and a half now!” She tried not to sound too depressed about that fact, though if anything she felt like maybe she’d overcompensated in the wrong direction. “Oh, and obviously I do this now. I guess. For hobbies, I like to get really drunk on Friday nights and read bad romance novels and make fun of how bad they are. I also play video games sometimes. Mostly Japanese stuff.”

“Ha, from the looks of it the chat is enamoured already,” Ted said with a smirk.

“They are?”

“Yep! The general consensus seems to be that you’re a ‘cutie’. Everyone’s chomping at the bit for us to open up donations. Which I am going to do in exactly three minutes, folks! You know the routine by now. Send us the cash, specify your desired changes, and once we hit milestones our little girl stops bein’ so little.”

Kitty blushed slightly. Five hundred people were watching her, and they liked her. Thought she was cute. She’d been expecting at best a few pity-dollars thrown her way. Maybe things would escalate once she started getting sexier if she was really lucky. But ultimately she was a homely little thing. That people were paying attention to her at all was frankly baffling. She wasn’t sexy. She certainly wasn’t worthy of being a porn star.

Though, on the other hand, that was almost a benefit, wasn’t it? What was the point of getting bigger if she was already big? Maybe being small was to her advantage, for once. A smaller starting point meant more growth before the endpoint. Or something.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hm?” Kitty turned to look at Diane, who was speaking softly, out of the corner of her mouth.

“What do you say to giving ‘em a bit of a preshow? You know, act sexy, get warmed up for the main event and maybe get the audience to loosen their wallets a bit?”

“Huh? O-oh, okay.”

That was enough response for Diane, apparently. She grinned, showing off big, sharp badger teeth, sending a nervous shiver down Kitty’s spine. The larger woman turned ninety degrees, then reached down and grabbed the back of the otter’s head with one hand, easily forcing her forward. Kitty found her face abruptly buried in Diane’s crotch.

God, she smelled good. Sweet and floral with a musky undertone of pheromones. Diane held her head with an iron grip – she experimentally attempted to move, and couldn’t. She was firmly held in place, with only a simple white thong keeping her from having her nose buried in cunt, with no hope of escaping even if she wanted to. And she didn’t really find herself wanting to at all. Diane hadn’t given the best first impression as a person, but that didn’t change that she was hot. She was like someone had taken all of Kitty’s preferences when it came to women – tall, curvy, buff – and turned them up to the logical extreme. The woman was ten fucking feet tall, built like a brick shithouse, but with hips wider than her already broad shoulders and tits twice the size of her head. Kitty took a deep whiff, and her eyes practically rolled up into her head as her knees gave out. She would have collapsed to the ground were Diane not holding her in place.

“Eat me out,” the larger woman ordered. Kitty eagerly obeyed. After all, apparently there were five hundred people eager to ensure that it would be logistically impossible for her to do this in about a minute’s time. It took some mustering of willpower, but she lifted her hands up and grabbed the larger woman’s hips. Her dainty fingers dug into deceptively soft flesh, giving her enough purchase to pull her face deeper. She used her nose to awkwardly shove the thong as out of the way as was possible, giving her full access to the sweet honey box.

She let her tongue loll out on its own, quickly taking over and pressing it against Diane’s cunt. God, she tasted even better than she smelled. Honey had been a euphemism, but it was damn close to accurate. She slid her tongue in as best as she was capable of and groaned, letting the flavour wash over her.

“Mnf, you’re not half bad at this, kid~”

“Well! Looks like our girls decided to get a bit of a head start on the fun. Three minutes are up, folks! Donations are now officially open!”

It certainly didn’t feel like it had been three minutes. Of course, Kitty didn’t particularly trust her sense of time right now. Still, this was it. Her time as a five foot nothing twig was about to be officially over. The anticipation of that first donation sent an erotic tingle down her spine. Or maybe that was the oral she was giving. Either way, she rubbed her own moist crotch against Diane’s knee as she waited eagerly.

“Hey boys, why don’tcha hold off on donations for now, let us have a little fun~” Diane grinned, gently stroking the back of Kitty’s head and breathing heavily as the flow of fluids increased. “At least gimme a minute to finish, I’m fuckin’ close.”

“Well, as entertaining as that would be, I’m afraid the audience isn’t being very considerate of our dear Diane’s needs. We’ve just hit our first milestone and gotten our first suggestion! Don’t worry, I think you’re gonna enjoy this one.”

“I doubt it,” Diane muttered sullenly, once again keeping her voice inaudible to the audience but not to Kitty. The smaller otter barely even registered either of them. All she knew was that eating Diane out felt really damn good. Better than she’d ever expected giving oral to feel, that was for damn sure. It wasn’t just that the badger tasted good, although she definitely tasted very good, but there was something beyond that. A tingling heat at the core of her being, radiating outwards in waves. A tightness. A fullness, one that couldn’t only be accounted for by Diane’s femcum. Like a mounting orgasm, but not. Was this what growing felt like? She could definitely understand the appeal if it was.

Now that it had clicked, she could definitely feel it happening. Her body swelled in a slow, even flow of size. Everything got bigger at once, just enough to be obvious. Which was disappointing – clearly whatever the suggestion was, it wasn’t making her boobs or ass bigger. Still, the way she found her knees having to buckle and bend in order to keep her face buried in badger pussy was very nice in a way she hadn’t expected. Tangible, physical proof that she was oh so much bigger than she had been to start with. She eagerly pressed her face even firmer against Diane’s crotch, opening her mouth wider and pushing her tongue in as deep as it would go.

And then deeper.

Diane let out a soft gasp as foot upon foot of otter tongue made its way inside her box. “Oh shit,” she gasped, body quivering slightly.

“Toldja you’d like it,” Ted said with an audible smirk. “From an anonymous donor, ‘give her a tongue long enough that she can grope herself all over with it.’ Well, friend, she’s not gonna be groping herself with it. Bit preoccupied for that. But I get the feeling that Diane’s gonna prefer things this way.”

“Mnffff,” was all that Diane said in response. She might have had a snide remark in mind, Kitty wasn’t entirely sure. It sounded like she wanted to say something snide but couldn’t because every time she tried to speak Kitty’s tongue got bigger inside of her and milked out a fresh climax. Not just longer, but thicker and stronger, more dexterous. It had to, of course – the suggestion had specified she be able to grope herself with it. It’d need to be fairly deft in order for that to be even remotely possible. It was big enough that she found herself having trouble fitting it into Diane at this point, and it was still getting bigger.

Kitty pulled away, and her tongue stayed buried inside badger cunt. She could see Diane bulging slightly as uneven wriggling shapes distended her lower abdomen. That was her, she realized with a strange sort of glee. She was doing that to this big, sexy lady. Reducing her to a quivering cumming mess just with her tongue. Slowly, the otter pulled herself to her feet and took in the fact that she came up to the underside of Diane’s tits. There was a brief moment when she felt disheartened. The first milestone and she was still significantly shorter than Diane. Then her lust-addled mind caught up and remembered that Diane was twice her starting point. Idly, Kitty glanced over at the height chart and took in the fact that she lined up roughly with the seven foot mark.

“Oh fuck,” she attempted to say, but it mostly just came out as a garbled mess, what with the gigantic fucking tongue in the way.

“Sounds like someone’s enjoying herself,” Ted interjected, still speaking in that smooth radio DJ voice. “Well, folks, she’s about to be enjoying herself even more. We’ve already hit our next milestone, and gotten our next suggestion.”

“Mnph,” Kitty grunted. It was the only response she could muster, given her tongue was buried several feet deep in Diane. Operating mostly on instinct, she began to thrust it in and out, rubbing against the badger’s clit – which she seemed to very much enjoy. With her hands now free, the otter reached up and pressed them into Diane’s big fat tits. The larger woman clearly enjoyed the attention, grabbing the otter’s hands and pushing them even deeper into boobflesh. God, they were so fucking soft. She found herself sinking deeper and deeper into breast with seemingly no end in sight.

“Hold onto your hats folks, because this one’s a doozy. Another anonymous donor says ‘give her a big fat hyper horsecock so she can breed that big slutty bitch into submission.’”

“Oh god yes,” Diane hissed. “‘s been so fuckin’ long since I got fucked proper.”

Kitty felt a strange sort of apprehension. She’d been dimly aware of the possibility that someone might suggest a dick – hell, Ted had warned her when she was first signing up that it was almost a certainty. But now that it was actually happening, she really didn’t know how to react. She was perfectly comfortable in her femininity, always had been. Having a penis wasn’t something she’d even considered until literally this very moment.

Still, that apprehension diminished when she felt a sudden weight in between her legs. She pulled away from Diane’s body, her tongue slipping out of the badger’s hole as she looked down.

Kitty had always had something of a mental knack for numbers and measurements. Even if she didn’t have much experience with cocks – or any at all, really, most of her preferred porn didn’t involve any at all – she could tell roughly how big her new member was just by looking. It reached up to just above her navel, putting it at about seven and a half inches. Or it would have, she thought, if she were still five feet tall. She quickly readjusted her mental math and came up to ten and a half inches before realizing that she was growing again which threw off her math entirely. Already she was eye level with Diane’s tits, and that eye level was rising. The actual shaft looked weird. She was, dimly, aware of what horse penises looked like, but seeing one on her body was a surreal experience. It was big and thick, with a strange flat-looking head and a bulbous ring around the middle. The flesh was a bright pink, shining with moisture from copiously drooling precum.

“Don’t just fuckin’ stand there, put it in god dammit,” Diane growled.

“O-okay,” Kitty said, awkwardly attempting to figure out the logistics. She’d never fucked before period, let alone used a cock. She had absolutely no idea what the fuck she was doing, and unlike the cunnilingus it kind of showed.

Diane rolled her eyes. “Here, let me, before you grow again.”

“Huh?”

“The guy said hyper cock, that’s barely above average proportionally. Now shut up and impale me, I wanna feel you get bigger inside me.”

“wha-” was all that Kitty managed to say before Diane roughly shoved her over. “Hey!”

“Oi, no roughhousing,” Ted chided.

“I just need a better angle,” Diane said in response, succinct and no-nonsense. She straddled the other girl, licking her lips eagerly. Hungrily. Mostly, Kitty found herself just a bit annoyed that she couldn’t as easily compare their relative heights anymore.

That annoyance quickly vanished when Diane grabbed her shaft. Kitty let out a soft gasp – it was entirely unlike anything else she’d ever experienced before. The merest hint of physical contact from another person sent an explosion of pleasure cascading throughout her body, and she very nearly climaxed right then and there. She didn’t, though it took some amount of willpower. Instead she leaked, a waterfall of slick, translucent fluid. Precum? Precum. Her precum. That was weird. It took a moment for her to properly grasp once again that she had a cock that was leaking precum aaaaaall over a pretty girl’s hand. In that time, Diane managed to finagle it into a slightly more convenient position relative to her underwear – sticking out of the side, rather than the top, which allowed it to more easily point upright. She couldn’t just remove the panties, of course, since apparently they were somehow facilitating the growth?

Wherever that train of thought was heading, it never reached. Diane plummeted downwards, taking Kitty’s new cock to the hilt. The otter opened her mouth, unleashing a silent cry of ecstasy. Continuing the trend, it was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It certainly blew that mere physical contact out of the water, and even gave the sensation of growth a run for its money. In spite of her cock being (apparently) only above average, Diane was tight. Like a fuckin’ vice around her, but in a good way. Her insides were warm, and they were moving, squeezing and groping every goddamn inch of her meat.

It was well beyond what she could handle, especially when Diane began thrusting. Rising her hips up up up and then sending them crashing back down, over and over again with steady rhythm that quickly picked up. Kitty gasped as she felt the base of her cock swelling with her coming release – and then let out a low groan as she realized that wasn’t cum that was making the base of her cock swell.

“Fuck yes grow inside me!” Diane cried, slamming her hips down as Kitty’s cock doubled in size. “Yessssss~”

Once again, Kitty found her expectations exceeded by an order of magnitude. She opened her mouth, but once again the only thing that came out was her tongue – and there was a lot of tongue to come out. She decided to let reflex take over, reaching down and grabbing Diane’s expansive hips. Stabilizing herself as she began to thrust back. Which was clearly the correct decision – it was Diane’s turn to let out a wordless cry, collapsing backward onto her back and in the process pulling Kitty upwards and over on top of the badger. Finally, she got a good look at just how big she was in relation to Diane.

The fact that they were roughly the same height was enough to push her over the edge again. Though really, she’d not technically came yet. Her previous “orgasm” had really just been her cock getting bigger. She didn’t have a frame of reference for what male orgasms felt like – for all she knew, growing and cumming felt the same. There was a pressure, a tightness, a swelling at the base of her shaft that might have been a big ol’ load of cum or might not have been. She kind of hoped it wasn’t as she began to thrust.

“Jesus how fuckin’ big are you gonna get?” Diane groaned.

“Well, our generous donor did specify that she should be able to breed you into submission. We all know from experience that Diane Delizioso isn’t gonna be tamed by any but the biggest of cocks. Let’s go for five feet even, shall we?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Diane gasped as Kitty’s shaft swelled again.

“Oh god,” was all Kitty could manage. Her cock was as big as she had been – or at least it was going to be, in very short order. She could feel it. Diane’s insides got tighter. And, more pointedly, she could physically feel her own cock bulging inside of the badgers abdomen. Lengthening and thickening and growing up and out, past Diane’s face. “Holy shit! How are you fitting this inside you?!”

“That’s the question you’re asking, babe?” Diane replied. Given the cockbulge that was in the way, Kitty couldn’t see the badger’s smug smirk, but she could hear it in the tone of her voice. “Now shut the fuck up and fill me!”

Kitty didn’t need to be told twice. She didn’t need to be told once. Her thrusting picked up its pace, somehow. She didn’t quite understand how she was physically capable of doing... just about anything, really, given her size and her muscle mass and how big her cock had gotten. But, frankly, she also found herself not really caring. She was much more interested in the new sensation building at the base of her cock. A tightness, a heat, a pressure. There was something coming, something very big. It was different from when her cock had grown. Familiar yet at the same time alien. Like a more conventional orgasm but concentrated in one spot rather than spread throughout her body. Intensified by a factor of a billion.

Once again, she felt the base of her cock swelling. This time, though, it wasn’t an orgasm. She could feel the bulge travelling its way up her shaft, followed by another and another and another. “Oh god,” she gasped once again as the first of several loads erupted copiously inside of Diane, the badger’s abdomen bulging obscenely.

“We’ve hit another milestone, ladies and gentlemen! This anonymous donor says ‘can we get some size theft up in here?’ Well, friend, normally that would be a bit outside the purview of what our tech can do. Buuuuuut, given our ladies’ current heights and the size of the next milestone I think we can get close enough for government work.”

“Oh, what?” Diane said. “Come on, you know how I feel about getting smaller.”

“We’re beholden to the whims of our viewers, my dear. If it helps, don’t think of it as getting smaller. Think of it as her dick getting bigger.”

“Mn, fuck yoooooooooh fuck~”

Once again, Kitty mostly failed to register the other people in the room. She heard them talk, but she didn’t really properly process what they said. Of course she didn’t – she was currently in the middle of the most intense goddamn orgasm of her life. It wasn’t until she felt the next milestone kicking in that it even clicked that they’d hit another milestone. But when it did click, oh man did it click. Each milestone was increasingly more than the last one, to say nothing of the other effects beyond mere growth. The tongue had been fun, the cock had been questionable at first but very quickly sold her on the concept.

This, though. This was different. The sensation of growth was there, but it didn’t feel the same. The size seemed to be coming from somewhere, flowing into her body from some outside source. Her conscious mind wasn’t entirely sure how to articulate how that was different from her previous growth, and the fact that she’d not finished cumming yet only served to make it worse. To say nothing of the logical side-effect of getting bigger – Diane was getting tighter. Significantly tighter, actually. Squeezing her dick like...

Well, she didn’t really have the experience to come up with an adequate metaphor. But it was tight. Tighter than maybe she would have expected, though really she didn’t know what to expect.

That was roughly when what Ted had said and what was going on finally clicked in her mind. She looked down – she had to look down because Diane had gotten smaller. Her proportions seemed the same, though it was hard to tell because her body was stretched by Kitty’s cock and by the massive volume of cum her finally dwindling orgasm had produced transforming her into a nondescript badger sphere. But she was definitely smaller relatively to Kitty than she should have been. “Oh. Size theft. Okay.”

“Yuk it up,” Diane muttered. “Can ya’ take me off? I think I’ve had enough of you growing inside of me.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize it’s not your fault dipshit.”

Kitty moved carefully, crouching over top of the bloated badger and slooooooowly pulling her off of the massive equine shaft. A significant amount of cum blorted onto the studio floor as a result – there wasn’t much either of them could have done to stop it – but Diane somehow managed to remain mostly spherical. “Sorry,” she said again, awkwardly attempting to stand back up-

Only to hit her head on the ceiling of the shack. “Ouch!” she said, more out of reflex than actual pain, rubbing the point of collision. “Wow. Uh...” She suddenly found herself completely unable to estimate her exact height. All she knew was that she was big enough she had to hunch over to be able to stand up at all – kneeling was easier, leaving her now flaccid member flopped over top of Diane’s gravid gut.

“Get offa me!”

“Sorry! I, uh, I don’t think I can?” There wasn’t really anywhere for her to go, given how little space there suddenly was in the shack. “I’m too big.”

“Ugh.”

“Don’t worry too much, girls. Once we hit another milestone you’ll get big enough that space won’t be a problem anymore.”

“Won’t getting bigger make space more of a problem, though?”

“Only to a point.”

“Oh. Right.” Kitty blushed again. “Uh, speaking of which. H-how big am I right now?”

“Fifteen feet! Next milestone’s twenty five.”

Kitty swallowed heavily. “Oh. Um. Y-you heard the man, guys. It’s getting awfully cramped in here and I could use the breathing room.”

“Sounds like our dear Kitty’s starting to get into it! Well, don’t worry, we’ve just hit our next milestone. An anonymous donor says ‘biggen boobs’. Well, who are we to deny our beloved audience biggened boobs?”

Kitty’s throat dried up. This was it. This was what she’d been waiting for. Aside from height, this and her ass were the main reasons she’d agreed to this in the first place. She could already feel it starting. A tightness in her chest. A heat. “Oh-oh. Oh, yes,” she muttered, slowly raising her hands to touch her tits. They came in contact significantly earlier than she had been expecting them to. That was a bit disappointing – she wanted to feel them get bigger beneath her hands.

That disappointment quickly vanished as she felt them get bigger beneath her hands. “A-ah!”

“When our audience asks for biggened boobs, we give them biggened boobs. Let’s shoot for head sized as a good starting point and then grow from there, shall we?”

“Yesssssssss,” Kitty hissed as her tongue lolled out once more – and out and out and out, resting on top of the growing shelf of titflesh. Flesh sank into fingers, pushing her hands out from her torso as she grew. God, it felt so fucking good. Better than she’d expected it to. The weight on her chest was so much more satisfying than her wildest imaginations. She squeezed and groped, losing herself in her new breasts to the point where she didn’t notice the rest of her begin to grow, too. It only clicked when her head collided with the ceiling again – in spite of her kneeling position. “Oh. Right,” she said, her voice quivering slightly with arousal. She couldn’t help it. Of course she was horny. Growing felt good and she had a seven-plus foot cock and tits the size of her head and she’d just pumped a slutty badger bitch full of baby batter.

Kitty flopped over onto her hands and knees, breathing heavily as she grew in a slow, steady flow of size. She reluctantly pulled her tongue back into her mouth for now – she didn’t bite it when she hit her head on the ceiling a second time, but she still didn’t want to risk that. Her cock twitched and swelled with new life as her arousal reasserted itself, and then reasserted itself some more. Her whole body felt on edge, hot and tight and antsy, her skin crawling in the most delightful way. Her feet brushed up against the wall on one side of the shack, while her head brushed up against the wall on the other – even her back began to press against the ceiling. Space was rapidly running out – there just wasn’t the room for twenty five feet of otter in the half of the shack devoted to growing, even without factoring in the bulbous swollen form of poor Diane.

But at the same time, it wasn’t enough. The building creaked and groaned and held steady, if only barely. She was big enough that she didn’t fit anymore. There was no way she would have been able to get into the shack at all from the outside. There were buildings smaller than her. But she wasn’t yet big enough to actually destroy the damn thing. She became acutely aware of how cramped it was, how little room there was for her. How uncomfortable it was.

“The shack seems to be performing admirably. Looks like our chat has decided to vote it MVP of the stream thus far. Let’s see if we can’t rectify this with the next milestone. Keep those donations coming, folks, next time it’s a whopping fifty feet! If that doesn’t defeat the shack, nothing will!”

“Oh,” Kitty croaked. She writhed against the shack, but it held surprisingly firm. Given how ramshackle it appeared from the outside, it was fairly sturdy on the inside. By all rights she should have outgrown it by now, and she felt a strange sense of indignation that she hadn’t. And likewise she felt strangely angry that it had endeared itself to the audience more than her. “Y-you heard the man!” she snapped tersely “Make me bigger! Th-that’s an order!” She felt a brief tinge of embarrassment and regret. Lord knows that if she were in the audience, such an audacious demand for money would have immediately turned her off from donating.

“Oooh, sounds like our girl’s getting into it! The audience approves, that’s for sure.” Ted gave the massive otter a thumbs up and a nod – perhaps she’d been wrong about the audience’s reaction to her brief loss of composure. It did, she supposed, make some amount of sense. The kind of person who’d be into a girl growing impossibly gigantic enough to donate money to make it happen, the kind of person who would specifically be into Diane, would probably also be the kind of person extremely into femdom.

“D-don’t just sit there!” she shouted awkwardly. She wasn’t really used to this kind of thing, and so her more conscious attempt at being domineering was nervous and stuttery. “I gave you an order, now hop to it!”

“They’re calling you a cutie again.”

“I don’t care if they think I’m cute, I just want them to think I’m big!”

“Well, it looks like they do. We just hit the fifty foot milestone along with an anonymous suggestion; ‘kaiju build? like godzilla but sexy, big ol’ hips and thighs and ass and tail, big claws, big stompers an’ chompers, maybe some spikes?’ Well, anonymous, that is absolutely something we can do. I can only speak for myself, of course, but I was hoping someone would suggest our girl get a bit monstery. And it certainly fits with her more assertive attitude.”

“Oh godddddd~” Kitty moaned as the sensation of impending change once again filled her being. It, as had been established, felt really fucking good. Her massive cock twitched, unleashing a gout of pre that put her earlier orgasm to shame. Her whole body convulsed, her muscles irregularly spasming with arousal. And then again, and again, involuntary movements that caused the shack to creak and groan along with her bones as they began to shift.

She grit her teeth tightly. It almost hurt. Not enough to be unpleasant, but enough that the pain was noticeable through the arousal. It wasn’t bad, though. If anything it kind of accentuated how good the changes felt. She couldn’t quite see what was happening to her, given the increasingly cramped space she was trapped in. But she could feel them well enough. Her body pressed more firmly against the walls and ceiling and itself as it expanded, especially her rear. Hips widened, legs thickened, ass filled out. It wasn’t quite what she wanted in regards to her lower half, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

And there was something else, too. That seemed to be typical, she noticed, but that didn’t change the fact that it caught her somewhat off guard. Her mouth sloooowly opened to let her tongue loll out in arousal once more, foot after foot sliding out over significantly sharper and fangier teeth. Her fingers flexed, razor sharp talons tearing gouges into the shack’s floor as they thickened and lengthened. Her toes did the same, curling and uncurling in time with waves of growth, her paws thickening and shifting to a decidedly not-otter shape. Her tail lurched, bigger and thicker and longer and stronger – it would have thrashed a massive fucking hole in the wall if it had the room to thrash.

And beyond that, a heat. Not the heat of growth, or of arousal. No, this was something different. Like heartburn, though again not quite bad enough to override the general good feeling she had from the growth. Still, her stomach made noises, churning and groaning. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” she moaned before flexing every muscle in her massive body at once.

That, it seemed, did it. The shack’s walls collapsed outwards while the roof slid off her body as she slowly stood upright. No longer constrained, she found her growth sped up quite a bit and she somewhat disappointingly finished shortly after. “Oogh,” she muttered, still feeling a bit nauseous and heartburn-y. “That was- urp!” she found herself interrupted by the upset in her stomach kicking into high gear and bubbling its way up her throat. She opened her mouth to let out a burp – what came out was a massive gout of blue flame. “Oh!”

“What kinda kaiju would you be if you couldn’t breathe fire? Nice spikes by the way.”

“R-right,” Kitty said absent-mindedly, taking in her new proportions. Her upper body remained mostly unchanged, huge tits and all, aside from slightly disproportionately large hands and claws. Her lower body, though, looked somewhat like someone had stuck her on top of a T-Rex’s butt. Big, thickset, and, yes, spikey. “Wow,” she said simply.

“And we’ve also already hit our next milestone! An anonymous donor says ‘she kinda looks a bit twiggy and weirdly proportioned. let’s see a bit more muscle tone up top?’ Can do, chief. And as a nice little added bonus we’ll also boost her strength significantly, why not.”

She wasn’t really sure how she could still hear Ted’s voice given that the shack was completely gone, and she was well beyond too tall to properly hear littles. Of course, it was hardly the most unbelievable thing that had happened so far today. She idly stretched – she hadn’t really noticed until the shack was gone, but all that hunching over had left her muscles stiff and sore. “Mng, that feels good,” she said, taking the opportunity to explore her new shape. She flexed her toes a little, getting a feel for her new centre of gravity. Experimentally, she lifted her tail and then sent it crashing down with devastating force, creating a massive dent in the earth – and she’d barely even been trying!

“Hm, I wonder...” she muttered. Carefully, she took a deep breath, and then let instinct take over as she exhaled another gout of flame, this time of her own volition rather than reflexively. “Ha! That’s actually pretty cool! Not exactly sexy though.”

“Think of it as part of the package. Power is sexy, so breathing fire is sexy.”

“I think I get it,” Kitty replied, slowly coming down from her growth-induced power trip. As she did, she had a sudden unpleasant thought. “Hey, uh, how’s Diane doing?”

“She looks fine from here. Sorta takin’ shelter below your dick. You might wanna grab her before you grow again, though. Put her somewhere safer so she doesn’t get squashed.”

“Yeah, uh, that sounds like a plan,” Kitty replied. She tried to speak somewhat softly, but given her gigantic size that wasn’t really an option for her. Her voice boomed by mere virtue of being fifty feet tall. Fifty feet tall! Every time she thought of her height it managed to catch her off guard. Literally ten times her starting height, and she wasn’t even done growing yet! She could already feel the next growth spurt building in the pit of her stomach, and though she didn’t know what the next milestone was she could only assume it to be fucking gigantic.

Which probably meant that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to stand around thinking about getting bigger when she should have been getting Diane to somewhere relatively safe. The enormous otter manoeuvred herself extremely carefully so as to not step on her significantly smaller costar. “Okay, there you are. Here, climb on,” she said, placing her hand flat on the ground in front of the badger. “Quickly. I’m gonna grow again and I don’t think I can avoid stepping on you.”

It was hard for her to tell, given the vast size difference, but Kitty was pretty sure that Diane was grumbling and reluctant as she waddled onto the waiting hand, still very thoroughly cumflated. She moved very slowly and very carefully. She didn’t want to accidentally injure her costar by moving too quickly, after all. She was a big girl (and getting bigger), while Diane was currently decidedly not a big girl. She couldn’t have picked her up more directly or risked hurting her. It was like she was a porcelain figurine. Extremely fragile. And getting more fragile by the second, she realized. She could feel power flowing into her muscles. Every single one, individually. They hadn’t started to get bigger just yet, but it still felt really, really good.

Kitty decided to maybe stop focusing on how good getting stronger felt and how fragile Diane was for now. It was a dangerous train of thought. She finished lifting Diane up – perhaps a bit too quickly – and held her hand level with her shoulder. “Here, this should be a relatively stable and safe spot for you.”

“Put me on your boobs.”

“No! That’s probably gonna be the least stable spot!”

“Whatever man, I’m not made of glass, it’ll be fine.”

“Just get on my shoulder.”

“The base of your dick’s probably steadier.”

“I-” Kitty wanted to object, but honestly Diane did kind of have a point. “Okay. Fine. But if anything happens to you it’s not on me, okay?”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me, babe. We’ve got safeguards for that. Besides, if I’m gonna be here anyway I might as well enjoy myself.”

“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Kitty muttered to herself as she gingerly lowered Diane again. The badger climbed off of her hand and onto the base of the otter’s horsecock. Satisfied that she was going to be... well, about as safe as was possible given the situation, Kitty returned her hand to her side and let her mind wander.

And, of course, it wandered to the growth. She hadn’t expected anything different – it had taken concentrated effort not to think about the growth. And now that she wasn’t putting in that effort, that sensation came right back to the forefront. Idly, she flexed an arm, and was rewarded with a sizable bicep. Nothing excessive, but decidedly more than the literal nothing that was there before. She could see her muscles visibly swelling, filling out, going from nothing to marble-chiselled adonis in a matter of seconds. She especially appreciated the way her pecs pushed her massive tits out and made them look even fuckin’ bigger. A grin spread its way across her face as she placed her hands on her abdomen and got a good feel of the rock-hard six pack that her boobs obscured – and getting rock harder. Really, the only part of her that wasn’t getting swole was her lower body – because it was already swole.

Of course, that wasn’t to say it wasn’t getting bigger. It absolutely was getting bigger, along with the rest of her as she inched higher and higher. Of course, “inch” was decidedly the wrong word. Relative inches. Probably something more akin to feet. Several feet at a time. “Hey, Ted, how big am I? Or how big will I be when I stop getting bigger, I guess, if that’s easier.”

“Well, Kitty,” Ted responded in that smooth radio announcer voice of his, reminding the growing otter that she was still being watched. “You’re currently just about three quarters of the way to one hundred feet. Give or take.”

“Mn, fuck yeah,” Kitty moaned, her cock twitching and drooling its way back to full mast. She briefly thought that she should probably be careful about the passenger her cock had, but then she was hit by another rush of strength and decided that fuck it, the bitch made her bed and now she could fucking lie in it. “Mnf, hey, out of curiosity. I’ve gotten so much stronger, but there’s not really anything to test it out- uh, show it off on. And the boys did pay to see me get stronger so it’d be a big waste to not show it off, you know?”

“Oooh, sounds like we’ve got a rampager on our hands. Don’t worry, Kitty, we’ve got some of the tallest skyscrapers in the country within easy walking distance for a hundred foot tall titaness, just begging to be knocked over in all kinds of creative ways.”

“Uh,” Kitty said, feeling a brief pang of common sense. “That’s... you sure I won’t get in trouble? Or hurt anyone?”

“Don’t worry about it. If there were any chance of anything like that goin’ down, we wouldn’t have let you get nearly this big, babe.”

“Well, okay,” Kitty replied, still unsure. Then again, this whole thing was basically magic at this point. So it really wasn’t too surprising that there was a whole city available for her to destroy to her heart’s content. She couldn’t help but feel some amount of base reluctance, of course. She was a civilized person, not some kind of... big, destructive monster. Though technically she was built like a big destructive monster right now. And she certainly had the urges of a big, destructive monster. She wanted to break things. As she said to Ted and the audience, she had all this power and nothing to use it on. It was almost maddening. She felt restless. Anxious.

And, well, as she strode over in the direction of the waiting city, she felt her civilized instincts fading into the background, replaced with a singular primal urge to smash.

Though, really, city wasn’t quite the right word for it. It was more like a massive collection of skyscrapers of various sizes than anything an actual urban planner designed. Not that she found herself particularly minding. Maybe there was a part of her that wanted a more realistic city to destroy, but that part was overriden by the primal kaiju brain demanding Smash. And who was she to deny her primal kaiju brain?

She walked up to one of the smaller skyscrapers – considering her growth had mostly stopped for now and that it came up roughly to her crotch, she estimated it to be about fifty feet tall. She manoeuvred carefully, so as to not knock it over too early. Moving slowly and gently, she placed her hand on top of it and closed her fist around it.

It was effortless, like there wasn’t a building there at all. She opened her hand and let the dust that was once the top few storeys fall to the ground, doing a significant amount of further damage to the building. God, she almost came right then and there. Just from destroying a building. That was probably kinda fucked up, on further thought, but once again she couldn’t bring herself to care. Grinning eagerly, she gave the remains of the skyscraper a poke with one of her massive feet and relished in the way it completely collapsed. She spun around, clotheslining several buildings with her tail and another  few with her cock, and she didn’t even fucking feel it. Another got kicked over, collapsing an entire city block like fucking dominoes. One of the smaller ones got sat on, crushed under several tonnes of fat otter ass. Her grin widened – that gave her an idea. She stood up and then jumped as high as she could, quickly pulling her legs up and slamming her butt into the ground. The resultant shockwave caused countless billions of dollars of destruction. She took a deep breath, and exhaled a gout of nuclear flame that caused countless more billions of dollars of destruction in a massive cone in front of her, while her tail did the same in the rear with a series of lazy, effortless wags.

And she’d barely even scratched the surface! There were still plenty of buildings left for her to destroy. And she’d not even hit her next growth milestone yet!

Kitty had always been a very meek person. Softspoken and passive. She liked it that way, or at least she thought she did. And yet here she was, with hundreds of people all focusing the sum total of their attention on her, and she found that she loved it in a way she couldn’t have imagined not an hour ago. “Does the audience have any specific requests, by chance?” she asked. “We’ve still got a lotta buildings to go through, and I am here to entertain you, after all~”

Of course, she couldn’t actually see the chat to respond to any potential suggestions. Ted could, she supposed, relay the general consensus to her, but it wasn’t quite the same as directly interacting with her audience. Which, she realized, was mildly disappointing. She’d have to talk to Ted about working out a solution for that for the next performance.

Dimly, she noted that there was no question in her mind as to whether there’d even be a next performance anymore.

“Well, the general consensus as far as I can see is that they want you to destroy stuff by getting bigger.”

“Hell yes.”

“Annnnnnd it looks like one of our lovely audience has already obliged us. An anonymous donor says ‘hey, can we get some hyper sperm up in here???’ To which I of course respond with hey, so long as you’ve got the money, we’ve got the sperm.”

“Hyper what now?”

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll enjoy it. And even if you don’t, hey, you’re gonna be five hundred feet tall so it’s gonna feel good either way.”

“F-five hundred?!” Kitty wasn’t quite sure how each milestone so consistently managed to catch her off guard. Really, by now she should have been expecting ridiculous levels of escalation. Still, if there was any milestone that was going to catch her off guard, it was probably this one. The last growth spurt had roughly doubled her height. One hundred to five hundred would multiply her height by five. And, in terms of raw numbers, four hundred feet was eight times the amount of growth she’d gotten last time, if her math was correct. And it probably wasn’t, considering it was just off the top of her head and she’d not even considered factoring in for overall mass (which, she imagined, would be an absolute nightmare requiring algebra and graphs and a calculator.)

She could already feel it starting again. A heat building in the pit of her stomach. A tightness. It almost felt routine at this point, but at the same time it still felt exactly as mind-blowing as it had the first damn time. Moreso, if anything. Which made sense, she supposed, considering just how much more she was going to grow. All that newfound strength seemed to fade away at once, and she dropped forward onto her hands and knees, catching a good number of skyscrapers in her wake. That specific position left her cock comfortably wedged in between her tits, her arms squeezing the big fat milksacks around her thick shaft in a very comfortable way – at some point, she realized, her bikini top had vanished. Which made sense, really, and the fact that apparently the matching bottom was still around was more baffling. Though, really, she couldn’t quite bring herself to actually give a shit given that, again, she was currently giving herself an unintentional self-titfuck.

Which quickly became a perfectly intentional self-titfuck. Her hips bucked, thrusting her shaft in and out of the tight embrace of her underboob, and she moved her arms closer together to make that embrace tighter. Her hands clenched, claws digging gashes into the asphalt below, and then stretched outwards – bigger than they were before. Her tail thrashed wildly, crashing into the ground and also into several buildings that were somehow still standing. Her balls gurgled loudly, which she was pretty sure balls didn’t typically do? But whatever it was hot. And anyway, whatever transformation was happening this time involved her sperm so it made some amount of sense that her balls would be making noises. Very, very loud noises. Like an empty stomach, demanding to be fed.

By now, the sensation of mounting male orgasm was practically routine. She knew it well enough, at least, that she could tell for certain what was happening. The tightness, the heat, all that jazz. The way her meat bulged at the base with a copious load, and then just kept right on bulging.

Actually, that last part was new. Kitty groaned, a low, bassy rumble that was enough to knock over a few more god damn buildings. Was her cock growing again? Was that it? She wasn’t entirely sure. It sure felt like it had when she’d grown. But, while she still wasn’t quite sure what “hyper sperm” would entail, she was at least pretty sure it wasn’t just a fancy way to say “cock grow again.”

Her assumption seemed to be confirmed as the bulge began to travel its way upwards – easily three or four times the girth of her cock, followed shortly by a similarly massive bulge. They moved agonizingly slowly up the length of her cock. God, she kept having this exact thought, but it kept being accurate; it was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The whole situation kept finding new ways to throw her for a complete loop. The way her pending cumshot pressed against her cleavage, the way the bulges added texture to her thrusting, and just the sheer glacial pace of the buildup was, altogether, almost enough to fucking break her.

Eventually her climax actually reached the part where it came out. Sort of, at least. There was a gush of fluid, yes, but beyond that there was a sharp pain as she felt her urethra expand, opening wider and wider. Something between agony and ecstasy. This strange sort of cognative dissonance – it hurt, yes, but at the same time it set off fireworks of pleasure in her brain that only got more intense as the first sperm slowly oozed out.

“Oh,” she muttered to herself. “Hyper sperm. Okay. I get it now.”

It was big, that much was self evident – very nearly the size of her head. Oblong, almost egg shaped aside from the long thin tail. After the first one made its way out, subsequent ones came easier. Which was good, because it meant the pace finally picked up, and frankly she wasn’t entirely sure she could handle an orgasm this copious one sperm at a time. Of course, two or three wasn’t exactly much better, especially given the way they stretched her. Still, the more she came, the more could fit through at a time more easily, and the more forcefully they were ejected. Eventually it became mostly indistinguishable from a normal cumshot, aside from the fifty foot sperm knocking big fucking holes in all the skyscrapers in their wake.

“Jesus christ,” she groaned after she eventually came down. “That was... that was something. I’m not sure what, but it was something.” She stared blankly at the destruction her climax had wrought. It was, surprisingly, not much. She’d already destroyed most of the outermost later of skyscrapers, and the sheer size of her sperm meant they hadn’t had quite enough oomph to destroy the larger skyscrapers that they managed to even reach. Still, there were some very impressive holes.

It took Kitty a moment to recover enough to even consider pulling herself upright, and when she did she decided that actually she’d rather stay lying down. “Okay that was fun, but can the next guy maybe go for something a little less intense please?”

“Well, we already got our next milestone and our next suggestion, so...”

“Well, okay. I wasn’t exactly expecting the boys to play nice, anyway, but hope springs eternal I guess.” She shrugged lazily. “What’s the damage?”

“An anonymous chat member just said ‘M I L K’ in all capitals, with a space between each letter.”

“That’s not too bad,” Kitty replied, slowly and reluctantly pulling herself upright. “What about size?”

“A thousand feet.”

“Nice.” That also wasn’t too bad – only doubling her height, and the same raw number of feet as last time.

The irony of thinking that growing to a thousand feet tall wasn’t much growth at all wasn’t lost on her, of course.

“Hey, uh... How’s Diane?” she asked, her mind wandering while she waited for the next milestone to kick in.

“Literally too small for you to notice,” Ted replied. “Don’t worry, she’s a tough one. You’d probably have to actively attempt to hurt her, and even then there’s contingencies for that kinda thing.”

“Okay, fair,” Kitty muttered, not entirely convinced. Still, once again she reminded herself that this was all basically magic. It wasn’t really that unbelievable that Diane and Kitty were just magically invincible – hell, given how fucking spherical the badger had been after they’d fucked, she was surprised she’d not cottoned on sooner.

Satisfied that Diane had probably not been skooshed between cock and tum, Kitty turned her attention to the remains of the city. There was, she realized, quite a lot of it left. Most of the buildings her height or smaller had been levelled, between her rampage and her orgasm. Everything else was significantly bigger than her – and probably would stay significantly bigger even after she’d doubled in size again. Destroying them would probably be slightly less effortless than the outskirts had been.

“Well, that simply won’t do,” she said to herself as she walked up to the smallest remaining tower – she came up just slightly less than halfway up its length. “Alright, buddy,” she said to the inanimate object. “I’ve got an audience to entertain, and you’re gonna help me do it. What do you guys say, wanna see me titfuck a skyscraper?”

“The general consensus seems to be something along the lines of ‘hell fucking yes we do,’” Ted said, prompting a big grin from Kitty.

“Good. Because I’m gonna titfuck the shit outta this skyscraper.”

One of the downsides to this particular setup, Kitty noticed, was that she didn’t really get the time to actually get used to the various changes her body had undergone. She had sort of acclimated to having a cock because it had remained mostly unchanged since she’d grown it and she’d gotten ample opportunity to use it. And she’d gotten to play around with her newfound size and strength quite a lot during her rampage. But she’d not really gotten a chance to get used to any given new size before suddenly they hit a new milestone and she got bigger. And she’d barely even used her tongue for anything since getting it.

Most pointedly given the situation, her breasts were huge. But, between her transformations and the fact that she’d still been trapped in the shed when they’d grown, she’d not really gotten to properly appreciate how massive they were yet. That, obviously, would have to be rectified. Luckily, milk gave her that opportunity. She took a moment to take in their raw heft. They were enormous, easily bigger than her head, almost completely dominating her torso with their raw size.

Though, oddly enough, once she actually started to attempt to titfuck the skyscraper, she came to the realization that in comparison to the rest of her they actually weren’t all that big. Sure, on a normally proportioned person they would be gigantic. But in comparison to her cock they weren’t really all that impressive. Probably a casualty of the wording – ‘biggen boobs’ covered a lot wider range of sizes than ‘big enough to fuck Diane into submission’, she supposed. Maybe. “Hyper” had definitely not been specified when it came to her tits. And sure, her muscles made them seem bigger, but didn’t actually change the fact that they weren’t quite physically large enough to wrap around the building and if anything kind of got in the way.

Of course, that only applied to her current height. Already, she could feel that familiar warmth building in the core of her body, slowly spreading its way out to her limbs and extremities and especially her breasts. Like a warm, thick liquid flowing its way into her boobs. Which, she supposed, was actually probably a bit more literal in this case. A tightness, a fullness that just kept getting fuller. She let out a low, rumbling groan as her breasts, running out of room to fill, began to make more room. They swelled bigger at a slow but steady pace, and the building creaked and groaned from their increasing weight. “Fffffuck yesssssssss,” she hissed as the milk production escalated and her tits got even fuckin’ bigger and god damn was she loving every motherfucking second of it.

The last time they’d grown the situation hadn’t allowed her to appreciate it, so this time she intended to savour the experience. She quickly placed her hands beneath her boobs and hefted them, taking a moment to appreciate their heft. Letting her hands sink into them as they got bigger and bigger. Though, actually, they weren’t really sinking in as much as she’d expected. She remembered them being softer before this particular growth spurt. Though, on the other hand, her breasts weren’t just getting bigger, but rather were specifically getting fuller. Experimentally, she moved her hands to the sides and gently squeezed them together.

That turned out to be a good move on her part. The pressure was enough to tip the scales and cause that mounting pressure to release. Thick streams of heady cream flowed down the contours of her breasts. “Oooooh that’s nice,” she muttered as what had to be thousands of gallons of milk leaked out of her. And this was just a gentle squeeze. An eager grin would have spread across her face if she hadn’t already been eagerly grinning pretty much nonstop since outgrowing the shack. Still, the sentiment of an eager grin spreading across her face was there as she pushed her breasts against each other as hard as she damn well could. She was rewarded with fuckin’ geysers of milk as the skyscraper she was titfucking (which she’d kind of forgotten about) disintegrated in between her boobs. Several other skyscrapers were knocked down from the sheer force of her lactation, and the streets were flooded with volumes of milk well beyond what Kitty even had words to describe.

And, of course, she grew. She could feel the size flowing into existence, multiple tonnes of weight piling onto her as she stretched higher and higher by hundreds of feet at a time. Every inch was practically orgasmic – the only reason she didn’t collapse onto the ground in a puddle of lust was because of the strength boost from a few growth spurts ago. With the extra strength, she took the most obvious next course of action by hefting her tits up to her mouth and breastfeeding herself.

God, her milk tasted fuckin’ good. Thick and fatty and rich and sweet and warm, the purest expression of what milk tasted like. It felt good, too. The sensation of pressure flowing into her boobs and then out of her boobs and into her mouth and down her throat. Every aspect of it felt just as good as getting bigger did – and, as established, getting bigger felt very nice.

Eventually, even her enhanced strength faltered in the face of overwhelming pleasure. Her arms dropped to her sides, and her breasts popped out of her mouth, falling heavily against her torso with a pair of heavy wet slaps as she came. It was a bit pointless to try and apply liquid measurement to her cum at this point, even moreso than her milk, because at least her milk was still a liquid. At this point, each individual sperm was more than a hundred feet long even without factoring in the tails. The best measurement she could think of was spermcount, but there had to be billions of them. Well beyond what she was capable of counting, even disregarding how out of it with pleasure she was. Really, at this point there was only one thought that managed to stick in her mind for longer than a few seconds;

“Biggerrrrrrrrrr~”

“Well,” Ted said (though Kitty barely registered it). “If you want bigger, I’ve got some very good news for you.”

That got her attention, or as much as she was capable of giving. “Hm?” she grunted inquisitively.

“We’ve hit a thousand feet, which is the last milestone. The procedure from here should be familiar to any regulars, but our girl today’s a newbie and there’s always new faces in the chat too, so I’m gonna explain what happens next. When we hit every milestone, we enter the Overdrive Round.”

“O-overdrive?”

“In the Overdrive Round, the audience has ten minutes to donate as much money as they collectively can. Suggestions are still allowed, if you donate enough, and those get applied immediately without any growth. Once the ten minutes are up, we run the amount of funds through a proprietary algorithm which calculates a multiplier which we apply to our lovely model here. We can’t give you the exact details, obviously, because it’s proprietary and all that. But you don’t really need the details. All that matters is that the more you donate the bigger our girl’s gonna get once the ten minutes are up.”

“Oh.” Honestly, most of that went over Kitty’s head. She wasn’t really in the state of mind to process anything more complicated than cumming and growing. All she really knew was that it was going to be ten agonizing minutes until she could grow again, which was disappointing. At least she’d apparently be getting more changes in the meantime, but she didn’t want changes – or at least not just changes. She wanted to get bigger god dammit.

“Okay folks. Get your wallets ready because the Overdrive Round begins right... now.”

Kitty hadn’t expected much, really. She assumed that it was going to be boring, just a slow crawl of ten minutes until she was allowed to get more of what she wanted. More charitably, it was a chance to cool off a bit before the climax. Though, again, Kitty didn’t want to cool down before the climax. She wanted to get bigger. This was just a tedious delay before she got to get really huge.

Or at least that’s what she’d expected. But then the Overdrive Round started. There was a sharp spike of arousal almost immediately, concentrated directly in her massive shaft and pendulous balls. “A-ah! What-?!” she managed to croak out as she felt her testicles begin to swell and her shaft thicken.

“We just got a request for bigger nuts! And oh, looks like someone else just now requested multicock! I assume, of course, that you want extra balls to go with that? Don’t worry, they come gratis.”

Kitty attempted to say something, anything. All she could manage was a low, wet gurgle that quickly built into a deep, rumbling moan as her nuts quickly doubled in size. Her cock also grew – not longer, but significantly girthier. She instinctively reached down and grabbed at it only for it to abruptly divide into two with a wet noise, her balls likewise dividing like fuckin’ amoeba. Which, it turned out, felt really fucking good. Shockingly, having two penises felt better than one, which logically followed but also wasn’t really something that Kitty would have expected to be the case. Certainly, she had a hard time doing anything other than jerking herself off, one hand per shaft.

Of course, considering how fucking huge her cocks were, one hand per wasn’t enough. Thankfully, she had other options. Her mouth opened, and thousand of feet of thick, wet tongue practically oozed out, snaking its way down her body and wrapping around one shaft while the other got slightly less adequately tended to by her hands. They did an admirable job, but they just couldn’t match the complete coverage her tongue afforded.

That was quickly rectified, though, when Ted chimed in again. “Another request! Three heads! Looks like our girl’s gonna get Cerberus’d!”

Kitty’s shoulders were already fairly broad as a result of the earlier request for her to be bulked up, but they got even broader in order to fit the extra heads. The rest of her body widened similarly, to keep her proportions even – not that she particularly cared. Like the tongue or the hyper sperm or the fire breath, extra heads wasn’t something she’d have associated with any kind of sexuality before it happening to her while she was mired in a haze of extreme arousal. Her face hurt, ever so slightly, burning and tingling, her vision blurring and stretching. There was yet another unidentifiable wet noise, accompanied by a brief headache as she got used to the sudden appearance of two extra heads. The new viewpoints to the left and right of her central head immediately got to work, using their tongues to individually tend to one shaft each. “That was... whooof, that was intense,” she muttered to herself now that she had a free mouth with which to do so.

“Only gonna get more intense from here! We’ve got a request for multiboob coming right up!”

“Multi-whaaaaaaahnnnn~” Once again, Kitty found herself interrupted by a spike of arousal, this time concentrated in points along her torso, directly below her breasts. Sharp, and extremely sensitive. Her whole body froze up as her tits pressed against these new erogenous zones that had emerged out of nowhere. And then pressed more as they actually started to fill out into new nipples and tits. The weight of her uppermost pair against the lower ones – two pairs, bringing her total number of tits up to six – was agonizing. Made all the more agonizing as they started to fill out with flesh (and milk because of course) and developed their own heft. They grew quickly, quickly approaching and then rivalling and then matching her original pair. Flesh pressed into flesh, boob against boob as they all fought for space on a torso which clearly was not built to support six tits, especially not ones as magnificent as hers. When she’d had one set of tits it had completely dominated her torso. Three were enough that the upper pair was being pressed into her faces simply by virtue of the amount of space the lower pairs took up. And of course they leaked even more, their collective weights enough that they practically groped themselves.

Of course, just because she didn’t need to manually squeeze her tits didn’t mean she wasn’t going to. That hadn’t been the initial intention of reaching up and pushing her boobs down – she’d just wanted them out of her faces so she could breathe a bit more easily. But then the reality of pressing her boobs down had set in, mere seconds before the milk had set out and her attempt to give herself breathing room quickly transitioned into playing with her tits. Unfortunately she could only really play with two at a time, considering that she only had so many hands to spare.

Though that was quickly rectified as, with no more ceremony than an exclamation of “Extra arms!” from Ted, a second pair of hands was provided. They erupted forth from her shoulders, slightly behind and slightly below her original pair, immediately setting about squeezing her middle pair of boobs together. They were, in short order, joined by a third pair of arms – enough that, factoring in her tongues, everyone could get some attention. Even her cunt could get in on the action if she wanted to sacrifice her ability to speak. Honestly the primary reason that she didn’t was that she was too paralyzed by arousal to even say anything other than moans, much less snake her middle head’s tongue alllll the way down and around her boobs and cocks and into her snatch.

“Oh, this is a fun one. Suggestion for Taur!”

“What the fuck is a taaaaaaaaaahn~” At this point Kitty wasn’t entirely sure why she bothered saying things in response to the suggestions at this point because every time she did she was immediately interrupted by the suggestion happening. In this case, it seemed to mostly focus on her butt. It immediately bloated larger and rounder and fuller, and her tail likewise got bigger and thicker and longer. Her lower body grew in general, quickly overwhelming her balance. Only the arrival of an extra pair of legs at the back prevented her from falling over, her growing ass and lengthening spine forming what was at this point outright a second torso, perpendicular to her normal one. Like someone had taken an actual-ass otter and stapled it to her actual ass. The effect was topped off by a second pussy, nestled comfortably under her tail and behind a third pair of significantly larger than the others balls – which she needed to supply the massive slab of meat that sprouted between her tauric legs. Big enough to give skyscrapers clinical inadequacy, and to make walking... complicated. “Oh,” she muttered. “Like a centaur. Okay.”

“Oh, sorry, make that taurtrain,” Ted interjected. This time, Kitty didn’t bother asking what that could possibly mean, because she had something of a hunch. A hunch that was quickly confirmed when the process repeated herself and she grew a second taurso, her new rearmost legs dragging her lower cunt and cock along for the ride. The shaft itself, unsurprisingly, got even bigger to compensate for being further back.

“Can we maybe stop there with the taursos?” Kitty said (as best as she could given the still overwhelming arousal). “This is all already cumbersome enough. I think if it got any bigger I just couldn’t fucking walk. Uh... Not that I need to any time soon, but still.”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost done. I’m thinking you’re probably gonna want a little mobility given the next suggestion, though.”

“What’s the next suggestion?” Kitty asked, somewhere between apprehension and excitement. The suggestions had consistently been a bit of a mixed bag, but so far at least none had been outright unpleasant. A few had been a bit weird. Some had been kind of offputting at first but had grown on her. Most of them, though, had been nice. Very nice. It felt a bit redundant to state it so plainly, but she had been very thoroughly enjoying her time as a sexy growing camgirl.

“You’ll see,” Ted replied simply. “It’s probably gonna be the last one, the ten minutes are juuuuuust about up.”

“Okay,” Kitty responded with a shrug – which was very visually impressive considering the extra arms. She tried to come up with what the next suggestion might possibly be, mostly coming up blank. Considering some of the things that had been done to her, it could be just about anything that wasn’t flat-out against the rules. She tried to think of things that hadn’t already been done to her, but that turned out to be a mostly fruitless endeavour because so much of what had been done to her wasn’t particularly obviously sexual. She had, admittedly, up until this point been very vanilla in her tastes. Big tits, fat asses, maybe a dick but usually on boys and not on girls. She liked very tall, she liked buff. She’d never considered things like extra tits or arms or heads or extremely long tongues or cocks as big as her torso or breathing fire to be particularly sexual.

So in the end she just didn’t have the imagination to determine what, exactly, might be coming up for her. She knew she’d want mobility for it, so maybe it was going to involve Diane growing to a comparable size to herself so they could fuck? Or maybe not. She wasn’t really sure. Again, there were approximately eight billion things it could be. Maybe someone in the audience was really into hyper toes, she didn’t fucking know and she’d believe anything at this point.

There wasn’t really much point deliberating what was gonna happen next, though. She was inevitably going to find out because it was gonna happen any second now. There wasn’t really anything she could do about it aside from sit there and let it happen. The whole situation had a sort of strange dissonance to it – she was extremely powerful but at the same time completely powerless. She had no control over the situation, and while there were rules in place preventing anything too objectively unpleasant, there was still an unsettling amount of wiggle room. In the end she could only hope that the audience would stick to stuff that was at least sort of sexy.

Her train of thought was interrupted – not by any kind of transformation, but rather by noticing the conspicuous lack thereof. “Uh...” she muttered as the haze started to clear, if only a little bit. “Shouldn’t something have happened by now?”

“It’s been ten seconds, give it a bit.”

“Oh.” It didn’t feel like it had only been ten seconds, but then again Kitty wasn’t exactly in the most normal state of mind. Her sense of time being out of whack wasn’t out of the question considering her current state of mind. Still, even ten seconds was an oddly long amount of time – usually the suggestions kicked in relatively immediately. Though, on the other hand, nothing about this had been particularly consistent. But ten seconds (more than ten seconds, now, surely) was far more waiting than Kitty was comfortable with. The anticipation was almost worse than the crippling arousal, especially in conjunction with the crippling arousal.

Kitty felt weird. Hot and tight. Almost like a mounting growth spurt, but that couldn’t quite be it because the ten minutes weren’t up just yet. This was probably the final suggestion, then, she assumed. She closed her eyes (all six of them) and let it happen. Let the changes wash over her. It would probably be enjoyable, given the track record so far. The tightness slowly built up, the way tightness seemed to do. The arousal stopped waning and started building right the fuck back up. Whatever this was, it sure fucking felt good. She groaned, her hands and tongues subconsciously returning to their positions. Her hips bucked (which was in and of itself practically cataclysmic, given their sheer size now that she was a taurtrain). Idly, she lifted one of her middle legs and placed a paw on her underslung cannon, and then the other, slowly rubbing the massive pillar of flesh. She’d never exactly been all that into feet, but she had to admit that this felt good. Better than she was expecting, really. Likely the generalized amped up sensitivity that had been going on since the beginning. She let out another low moan from her leftmost head.

And then stopped when she heard said moan coming from her right.

Immediately her rightmost head looked in the direction the moan had come from. There was nothing there, but at the same time there was absolutely something there. And that something appeared to be her. An exact copy of herself standing just slightly to her right. Experimentally, she turned her leftmost head to the left. There was nothing there, but at the same time there was that other exact copy of herself – which, from the perspective of her rightmost head, had just turned its leftmost head to look at her.

“Oh. Huh. Gotta say, that’s... one hell of a suggestion.”

“You could make more if you want,” Ted said. Right now, Kitty wasn’t sure she could handle one clone. She struggled to take in the complete sensory overload of six different viewpoints at once, including every single erogenous zone getting doubled up (and she had a lot of erogenous zones.) It was, she supposed, a lot easier to wrap her head around than it probably should have been, probably because she also had six brains with which to process all the information. But she still had to get used to its presence – and that was without factoring in moving each body individually.

“Mnf. Hey, Ted, do me a favour and hold off on the last growth spurt, I wanna try and get used to it.”

“That’s fine. We still need a little bit of time to calculate the multiplier. And anyway, I think the audience would appreciate a bit more of a show before the finale.”

“I think I’ve got something in mind.”

Kitty took a brief moment to... collect herself? No, that wasn’t quite it, but it was what first came to mind. A better way to put it was that she was processing the sudden abundance of extra points of view. Seeing from three different heads was confusing enough for someone only used to having one heads. But at least she only had to manoeuvre one body. Having a second body actually required some amount of concentration – though not nearly as much as she would have expected, if she was honest. A few hours ago she could barely have her hands doing two different things, let alone two entire bodies’ worth of Kitty. And that was without factoring in the completely new lower body shape. The fact that it took so little time for her to figure out how to move at all was surprising, and probably a result of whatever was facilitating these changes.

Actual mobility was, as expected, a bit of an issue. Her various bits managed to get in the way almost constantly, and in the end she couldn’t really do much in the way of motion. But that was okay – she didn’t really need to do much in the way of motion. The only thing that required any coordination was pivoting her bodies ninety degrees so that they were facing each other. That was the difficult part of phase one. The rest was mostly just craning her heads to get a better look around her boobs and ensure she was in position before stepping forward with both bodies so that they pressed together. Cock against cock, boob against boob, more and more firmly with every step. The initial plan had been to make out with herself as well, but unfortunately that wasn’t possible because the aforementioned titflesh got in the way. Her torso just wasn’t long enough to support the extra tit. Hopefully once the final growth started that would change, but for now it meant that her entire field of view was filled with boob.

Not that she particularly minded her field of view being filled with boob. It was at most a mild inconvenience. It wasn’t like making out with herself would feel that much better, really. She already had her tits mashing and cocks grinding. Milk and precum alike flowed freely and copiously, flooding the streets below her and washing away the remains of various destroyed skyscrapers – along with quite a few that weren’t destroyed.

“You ready, babe?”

“Just a lil’ more,” Kitty muttered in reply.

“That’s fine. Keep it up, you’re doin’ great. The audience is loving it.”

“Well,” Kitty said, a grin slowly spreading across her faces. “You said I could make more duplicates of myself, right? How would I do that.”

“Ah, I see,” Ted said, realization of just what Kitty’s (admittedly pretty obvious) plan was. “You should be able to just do it by thinking of it.”

“Gotcha.” Her grin widened, and she closed her eyes tightly – all twelve of them, before opening twenty four back up. Much like with moving her tauric bodies, she would have assumed cloning herself would take much more effort than it ultimately did. One minute there were two of her, the next there were four, and she wasn’t entirely sure what she’d done. It had been like... instincts, ones that hadn’t been there before but which were now. Which was convenient because it saved her a lot of fucking time figuring out how to use her new body. Which, again, was probably the result of whatever technology or magic or whatever was facilitating the transformations expediting things. She could imagine someone in the audience being into watching her fuck about trying to figure out how to move. But the vast majority of them almost certainly would be bored to tears watching her fumble about trying to figure out how to climb on top of herself and penetrate herself.

“If they liked making out with myself, they’re gonna fuckin’ love fucking myself~”

Words completely and utterly failed Kitty. There was just too much going on at once for her to properly describe what she was feeling. Every single erogenous zone was being stimulated in some way. She felt the fullness and also the tightness at the same time as fucksticks bigger than some skyscrapers penetrated her. The way her boobs pressed against her boobs pressed against her bodies pressed against her cocks was almost agonizing. Even her lower underslung cannons got in on the action as the upper set of bodies’ feet reached down around the receiving bodies’ taursos and gave herself a set of pawjobs. “Okay,” she said, just barely holding on to any sense of coherency. “Now make me bigger.”

“Okay, folks, you heard the lady. It’s time for the final growth. Is everyone ready to find out just how big our formerly little model is gonna get?”

“Yesssssss,” Kitty hissed eagerly. She was pretty sure that she wasn’t being asked, but frankly she didn’t really care. She could already feel it starting, that same familiar buildup to an explosive climax. The tightness, the fullness, the wet gurgly noises and the way the ground beneath her shook just by virtue of her mere fucking presence. The same as the other times she grew – except more. Much, much, much more.

“Well! We’ve gotten a lot of money this time around, especially considering our lovely model is a first timer. You’ve all been extremely generous and for that you have all of our gratitude. But you don’t wanna hear about that. You wanna hear numbers, so here’s one for you; one hundred and thirty two. That is, for the record, the final multiplier. So, since I’m pretty sure none of you are particularly interested in doing simple math, since Kitty is currently one thousand feet tall, her final height will be one hundred and thirty two thousand feet – or about twenty five miles. That is, for comparison, about four point five times taller than Mount Everest’s peak.”

Kitty once again found herself at a loss for words to describe her reaction. That was a very big number. That was literally stratospheric. It was unfathomably large. She literally couldn’t conceptualize something that large, let alone someone. But now there was gonna be someone that large and it was gonna be her, all four of her.

Just the thought of being more than four times taller the height of the highest mountain peak in the world was enough to make her cum, right then and there. It was, unsurprisingly, several orders of magnitude beyond her last orgasm – because she had several orders of magnitude more cocks than her last orgasm. Her eight smaller shafts came first, rocketing literally countless numbers of individual sperm into the sky with enough force that she was pretty sure some of them would be achieving escape velocity, especially as she got bigger. Her underslung cannons took a bit longer to properly erupt as a result of being so much bigger, but they were going to erupt, she knew. Her hips thrust in anticipation, literally fucking herself with enough force to knock down every still-standing skyscraper as she felt that final orgasm mounting.

Literally felt it – she could feel her shafts swelling at the base inside of her and against her paws, feel her balls swelling as they filled with seed to fuel the coming climax and then swelled more as they just plain grew and her cocks grew bigger and thicker and longer and so did the rest of her and oh fuck it was happeninggggggg~

Every single mouth opened in a wordless scream as every body surged larger at once, thousands of feet at a time. As she’d expected (though she didn’t really properly appreciate it at the time because her mind was elsewhere), her torsos got proportionally longer, making them a little less crowded. It probably took so long because there was no way to do it without making her taller, so instead it happened simultaneously with her final growth. And speaking of which, oh man did growing feel nice. Well beyond any of her other growth spurts. Probably because it was more raw size than all of them combined. And she loved it. Loved every second of it. The way the ground cracked beneath her from the sheer mass of four bodies that had to weigh tons each. Thousands of tons, even! Maybe even millions!

And this was just the beginning. At this point she already dwarfed everything in her immediate landscape and she was absolutely nowhere near what her final height was going to be. She was barely tens of thousands of feet tall, let alone hundreds of thousands.

That thought on its own was enough to push her over another fucking climax, and this time her cum absolutely did hit escape velocity. And this time her lower shafts finally got in on the action. She had not, prior to this moment, ever really gotten to feel a dick inside of her. Even now she didn’t really properly process what it felt like because it was also her dick inside someone else – twice over, even. But oh man if it felt even half this good then she absolutely wanted to get filled up properly. Admittedly, no normal guy could ever live up to a twenty five mile-sized hyper cumshot. But why the fuck would she ever sleep with a normal guy now that she had officially broken into the new career of getting paid to get big and sexy and have sex with herself and others? Getting pumped full of literal billions of gallons of baby batter was her actual job now. Her taursos swelled, filling up with the aforementioned billions of gallons of baby batter. This had the unfortunate side-effect of lifting her upper taursos’ feet away from her lower taursos’ cocks, but fucking whatever that mostly just resulted in her being able to think a little bit straighter.

And she kept right the fuck on growing and growing and growing. At this point she no longer had any real frame of reference for how big she was aside from herself. The remaining skyscrapers were all long fucking gone, and the rest of the surrounding landscape was flat, featureless desert, as far as the eye could see.

“Next time we’ll give you some mountains to play with.”

“That’d be nice,” Kitty muttered. She wasn’t entirely sure but she felt like maybe she’d come down from her orgasms? Maybe. Her head swam. Was she still growing? Had she finished growing? She couldn’t really tell. Time passed in a vague blur and she just rode with it. Eventually things did calm down and actually seemed to come to a stop. “Mngh,” she grunted.

“So how does it feel to be twenty five miles tall?” Ted had, she noticed, dropped the radio announcer voice and just sounded like that nerdy ferret who had been setting up the cameras and such again.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” Kitty muttered.

“You kinda missed the postshow, unfortunately.”

“Ah, well. That’s fine. I wasn’t exactly at my most coherent at the time.”

“Oh, speaking of the postshow, take a look up. You’re gonna like it, trust me.”

Kitty did so. Considering how high up she was and how big she was, breathing was surprisingly easy. She could see the night sky extremely clearly, well beyond even what you would get in the wilderness, miles and miles from any civilization. Less air to get in the way she supposed. Which also meant she saw the literal fucking Saturn-style ring of cum that she had produced much more clearly than she might have at a more normal size. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, it’s always a treat when a girl hits the exact right levels of endowment and size and productivity to do that.”

“Okay,” Kitty said, lacking the energy to really say anything else. “So, uh, what happens now?”

“Well, first off we’re gonna give you a few hours to cool your head a bit and then we’ll shrink you down to a... more normal size. There’s specific rules about what you are and aren’t allowed to keep in terms of the transformations and how big you’re allowed to be in day to day life versus when on camera, of course. But we’ll discuss all that later.”

“Oh! Speaking of which, uh, where the fuck is Diane?”

“Alive and having the time of her life. Trust me, she seems tough, but there’s very little she loves more than being smothered between cock and balls and boobs bigger than most cities.”

“Okay cool. I was worried for a second.”

“Anyway, after that we’ll discuss your contract, your payment, whether or not you wanna do any more shows for us in the fu-”

“Yes. Absolutely. Not in question. More of this, please, as soon as possible.”

“Well, okay then!” Ted said with a laugh. “Normally it takes a bit more convincing to get girls to come back for a second round, but I’m glad that wasn’t the case for you. You’re kind of a natural, kid.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kitty muttered, only sort of paying attention. At some point her clones had despawned, and she was about as sure of the when and how that had happened as she was about their initial appearance. She took advantage of the sudden extra space to flop forward and then roll over onto her back and just lie down staring at space – and trying to disregard the fact that she took up about fifty miles worth of space when she factored in her taurso. There were states smaller than her. Hell, there were countries in Europe smaller than her. She was big enough to take up most of Jamaica if she wanted – and getting there would be a fairly short distance walking, if she were in the real world and not clearly some kind of magical or technological or something construct of some sort.

“Take a rest, maybe grab a short nap. We can talk shop later. In the meantime, it’s been a pleasure working with you, and I look forward to doing so again!”

Kitty smiled as she looked up at the ring of cum she’d created. “Yeah. I look forward to it, too.”