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"I'm telling you Zoe, you're going to have a blast." Michael said.

The ferret-dragon walked along the same path so many other guests had traveled, passing through the archway that connected the hanger to the foyer. Those who were sensitive to magic might be able to feel the portal they stepped through, but it was designed to be as unimposing as possible. It had been so expertly crafted that it looked as though the two locations were actually connected and adjacent rather than two different levels within the same structure. The illusion fooled the trio as they passed from arrival area to foyer.

The two ladies that had joined the ferret-dragon walked on either side. One was a creature of pale blue with a number of darker markings across her body, appearing to be of tribal design. The other--the one Michael had been talking to--was a lady with short, brown hair, five brilliant red eyes, and three pairs of arms. It wasn't often the Inn played host to creatures like her, but it appeared that no one was concerned by the spider's presence. She had something of a closed off posture. Two of her arms were wrapped around her. Another pair hung down behind her, hands clasped behind her back. The third pair of hands were clasped in front of her, suggesting she was nervous.

"I... I dunno guys. This is a really nice place and all, but... are you sure it's okay?" Zoe asked, her eyes casting about, drinking in the luxurious setting of the Inn's foyer.

All three had heard of the Treetop Inn, seen photos of it, and even watched a virtual tour of the venue. It was terribly impressive, and it was busier than expected. The tourist season was starting to ramp up, meaning it was going to be harder than usual to get a room. But Michael had managed to reserve something for them on short notice. The blue lady, her eyes standing up on short stalks above her head, turned to look at the multi-limbed Zoe as they walked.

"Just relax. Look where we are! It is beautiful! And do not forget what the brochure said. All sorts of things happen here. It is the ideal place for our playtime." Gamba said.

"Are you sure? I don't want anything bad to happen. It's one thing if we've got something to handle it at home. We know how our method works. But what about here? How do we know it won't end badly?" the spider trembled softly, following along closely as the other two aimed for the front desk.

There was a short line, giving them reason to pause and wait for their turn to check in. With how efficient the staff was, it wouldn't take long.

"It will be just fine. I promise," Michael said with a smile, "It's not like it doesn't happen here, just look!"

The ferret-dragon turned and lifted a paw to point. The two ladies turned as well, spying what had caught his attention. It was a wolf, pure white save for a black star over his left eye. He was of a trim, lean, athletic build, but he was sporting a rather sizable gut, a bulge that was incongruous with the rest of him. And that swollen middle squirmed and wriggled, clearly containing another who had to be close to his size. The look on the lupine's face was an expression of roguish delight. His paws roamed over the active dome as he walked through the foyer, his shirt unable to reach down far enough to conceal his belly.

"You see, Zoe? It is not at all uncommon for people to consume one another here. This is perfect. We have been wanting to organize a trip to bring you here for months. I do wish Tala could have joined us. She would have enjoyed this place a great deal." the pale azure gungan said.

"Okay, sure. People eat one another. But how do we know that they turn out fine in the end? We can make it okay back home, but we've never been here before." Zoe was struggling to find any reason she could to back out.

It was more because of the mass of people she didn't know rather than the consumptive acts they enjoyed. She was shy around strangers, and there were quite a lot of them in this place. Her two companions just looked at her as if to tell her just how foolish she was acting. By the time they were about to answer, the lady at the front desk was ready to help them.

"Hello, welcome to the Treetop Inn! Can I get the name your reservation is under?" the tawny hare asked from behind the counter.

"Michael. Room for three." the ferret-dragon answered.

"Yes, Michael, room for three. I have you right here. If I could just have you sign the registry. Do you have a preference for which season you'd like to overlook?" the rabbit reached up and gently pushed a floating, transparent display towards the tall, slim fellow to confirm his reservation.

"Since summer is just around the corner, I think we'd enjoy jumping ahead a little and taking in the colors of Fall," Michael said with a smile, signed the mystical screen before him, then leaned against the counter, "We've been doing a little reading about the resort, but it's still our first time here. Could you please explain to my lady friend here about what you guys call 'The Promise'? She's nervous about a favorite little pastime of hers. She wants to be sure that she can do it here without any unhappy endings."

The rabbit tilted her head softly to one side as the ferret-dragon with the curious horns spoke. It didn't take long for her to understand the context of the request and nodded with a soft chuckle. She turned to look at the spider-lady, still softly shaking as so many people walked past. She was oh so timid around strangers, worried they might judge her for what she loved to do.

"It's an enchantment that extends all the way out to the border of the preserve. The Promise states that if your life is taken before your time, it'll be given back to you. It makes a number of activities that might otherwise be considered taboo a lot more normal and acceptable. I'm sure you've seen more than a couple of guests--and even staff members--walking around with a belly full of someone." the rabbit explained, then lifted her chin to point back at the same wolf they had all gotten a look at earlier.

"So you see, it is perfectly normal here, just like back home. You should not feel at all uncomfortable." Gamba reached out with an arm, tugging Zoe in close for a casual but affectionate embrace.

"R-right. I guess... I'm just worried... that someone will stare or something." Zoe said.

"Hey, they should stare. You're an eye-catcher. If you wanted, you could be a real heart breaker! If you weren't so shy, I bet you'd be able to have anyone around here you wanted!" Michael said, taking his place on the other side of the spider-lady.

"You're in room A-247. The bellhop can show you the way. Please let us know if there's anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable." the hare said with a bright smile.

The trio turned and stepped away from the counter, following the tabby that had collected their luggage from the shuttle that had brought them in. It was a little tricky navigating the crowd in the foyer, but they managed well enough, and the throngs of visitors thinned as they left the central hub of the vast, sprawling treehouse, headed towards the wing they would be staying in. The sky bridge that connected the center of the resort to the adjacent treehouse offered a breathtaking view of the grounds below and stretching out beyond. The garden had caught their attention while they were researching the resort back home, and the Autumn quarter did not disappoint.

Everything appeared as though it really was in that magical transition between summer and winter. The leaves still on the trees were a rainbow of rich, warm colors. Flowers and fruit that flourished during such a time of year were easily spotted and thriving. The ferret-dragon, gungan, and spider all slowed their pace as they walked along behind the bellhop. He wasn't going terribly quick, pushing a cart with the luggage of all three.

"The photos online did not do this place justice at all. I hear the kitchen harvests almost all of the fruit and vegetables they need from the gardens." Michael said.

"How do they have enough to keep the place from running out?" Zoe asked, "I can't see any dedicated farmlands, vegetable gardens, or orchards."

"The gardens aren't just enchanted to hold a particular season," the bellhop explained, "Every night, they sort of reset. First thing in the morning, the kitchen staff goes down and collects what they need for the day. The groundskeepers tend to it all, make sure the environment is healthy enough to support the overnight growth. As for where those patches are cultivated, they're there. They're just hidden very cleverly. With a little magical help, there are few key places down in the gardens that are bigger on the inside than they look. I can arrange for a tour if you're interested in learning more."

"Oh, thank you. I do not think that will be necessary. At least for the moment. We have other, more immediate plans to occupy us. It is not just your garden that is bigger on the inside." Gamba said, grinning over at her arachnid companion.

Zoe blushed harder, her cheeks a bright red as she tried to hide behind one or the other of her friends.

"S-s-stop... not while we're in public! Please!" the spider lady stammered.

"Let her be, Gamba. It's not polite to tease, no matter how fun it is." Michael said.

"Oh fine. We will be at the room soon enough, and then we can help her relax properly." the gungan replied.

It wasn't long at all before the door they were being led to appeared before them. The group stepped in, the bellhop offloaded their luggage, offered to help them store it out of the way, and was politely declined. The tabby thanked them for visiting and took his leave. Almost immediately, the ferret-dragon flopped back onto the bed, sprawling across the large mattress. It couldn't be a king-size. It had to be some other, larger version meant for guests who weren't the usual, average size. There had been mention of the Inn being able to accommodate a wide array of clientele.

"Oh man, this is fantastic! It's like a cloud! I better be careful, or I'll end up falling asleep right here, right now." Michael said with a delighted sigh.

Gamba and Zoe, drawn in by their own curiosity of his claim, climbed onto the bed to join in. They found his statement to be accurate, flopping onto their backs as well on either side of him. A pair of happy groans rose up from the two ladies and they felt their desire to move drain out of them.

"Oh wow. You meant what you said." Gamba mused.

"It's better than what we've got back home. Where do they buy their mattresses? I wanna buy one." Zoe said.

"I'll have to ask. I'm tempted to swap out all of the beds back home," Michael said, finally propping himself up to look back and forth at his companions, "Before we get too comfy, maybe we should 'get more comfortable' if you know what I mean."

"Excellent idea!" the gungan lady cried.

She sat up quickly and instantly began tugging her shirt over her head. It revealed her supple blue skin, her rubenesque figure, and more of the dark markings she sported. The garment fell behind her, forced to dangle until it dropped free of her long, flexible ears that dangled past her shoulders. It gave her the illusion of hair in the absence of it. Zoe was doing the same, undressing in a similarly enthusiastic fashion. For her, it was a bit trickier. Six arms tended to make shirts an interesting prospect. Her smooth, tan skin was kissed by the cool air, giving her reason to shiver for a brief moment. Her gently hourglass figure was unmarked, covered in the luscious, sun-kissed hue. All save for two of her left arms. Those had been colored to match closely, but their artificial nature--from the elbow down--was easily picked out.

Michael joined his two ladies, casting off his pants first. After his lower half was uncovered, he worked to remove what covered his torso. There wasn't any sensual method to it. He was too excited to play around with a strip tease. Zoe and Gamba were similarly anxious. Once they had cast off the rest of their clothing, the three pressed against one another, basking in the marvelous sensation of naked skin and fur brushing against one another.

"Mmm, glad to see you've warmed up a bit," the ferret-dragon said, "You were so nervous out in the foyer I was worried you might not calm down enough for us to have a try at why we brought you here."

Zoe leaned in close, wrapping her many arms around the now unclothed fellow. Her hands traced over his form, massaging over his stomach, chest, and back, all at once. Gamba joined as well, her palms roaming over the silky pelt of the ferret-dragon. Her lips found their way to Michael's, bringing him in for a gentle, tender kiss, one that lasted only a brief moment.

"Think we can get her in the mood to actually go through with it?" the pale blue lady asked, "You know how she really only likes to perform when we're at home."

"I dunno. But I'm very interested in trying. We gotta get her to open up, get more comfortable with new places and people," the ferret-dragon said, turning to look at Zoe, "I can't leave one of my girls needing attention, especially when this whole trip was to help her loosen up and try for a new personal best."

The tan arachnid blushed once more, hiding her face against the deep brown fur of Michael's shoulder. She couldn't believe she had agreed to this. Back home was one thing, but here, in a strange place, that was entirely different. It was a terribly inviting resort. She had even seen a few guests walk around in the open completely without anything covering them. And no one seemed to be at all upset by it. Not in the slightest. The idea of going out in public with nothing to cover her made Zoe tremble and her cheeks flushed brightly.

"Oh dear. I think she is in need of more help than we originally thought she would be. Lay back. I will let her sit up front so you can focus on her." Gamba said.

"I'm... I'm okay. It's just all so new. I'll try to calm down." Zoe said.

"Oh no, don't do that. We don't want you calm. We want you excited and enthusiastic. We want you to break out of your shell so we can really play!" Michael said with a grin.

He didn't get to say much more than that before the azure gungan began forcing him to recline. Gamba was already in his lap, straddling his hips. She could feel him coming to arousal under her. His impressive spire was quickly rising to meet the challenge presented before it. After all, he had two beautiful women working to keep him trapped until they had extracted from him the very satisfaction he intended to provide. Zoe moved to take a similar posture as Gamba, though she straddled the ferret's shoulders instead. She looked down at Michael, checking to make sure he was not at all uncomfortable.

The pinned fellow just grinned up at the lady, drinking in the sight of her. He wished he could reach up and caress her, but his hands were busy below, guided to Gamba's hips. She cooed softly as she began rocking back and forth atop him, teasing over his stiffening length. Its many ridges gave the blue lady something to relish as they were dragged back and forth against her supple petals, already beginning to moisten. A curious violet ooze, glowing just ever so gently, seeped from the ferret-dragon's member. It was another example of his uniqueness, his horns being the most obvious sign that he was no ordinary creature.

Zoe intended to make use of those horns. She wrapped her fingers around them, gripping them as if they were handlebars, and keeping the ferret-dragon's muzzle pressed against her. Just like her gungan companion, she was already savoring the anticipation. Michael's tongue slipped free of his lips, dragging slowly across her form. The delicate folds before him were familiar and well known, giving him easy reach of the best ways to make the many-armed lady cry out in bliss. Another pair of hands moved to rest against the back of his skull, fingers running through his fur. That left her two remaining hands free to do something else. And they found something.

The spider cupped her two remaining hands against her own chest. That was one of the benefits of having so many arms. No matter who she paired up with, she could ensure that there would be no part of her lacking attention. She massaged her breasts, squeezing her fingers around her chocolate brown nipples. A soft gasp rose up out of the red-eyed lady and she arched her back. Already she could feel Michael striving to leave her trembling, and for an entirely different reason than she had been earlier.

Gamba meanwhile watched what she could from behind Zoe. She was still grinding against her lover, moaning softly each time she dragged the textured length against her. Soon, she could not stand it any longer and hoisted herself up. A hand found its way to that curiously marvelous spire, angling it up towards her. Down the pale azure lady dropped, her nethers parting around the generous shaft she knew so well. A noisy gasp was drawn from her lips as she was spread and stretched, adoring the familiar presence within her.

Michael felt the heated embrace wrap itself around his drooling, twitching length and groaned. The noise translated through Zoe, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine. It made her shove her hips forward, mashing the ferret-dragon's nose against her that much more firmly. Instead of letting his muzzle slip in, Michael opened his mouth and felt the lady's form come to rest in his jaws. His tongue was now in the perfect position to do the most good. What he had not taken into his calculation was Gamba's effect. She was rocking back and forth, bouncing slowly on top of his hips. Those ridges she had been enjoying were now offering their unique stimulation in a much more effective manner.

The silky walls of her passage clasped on the ferret-dragon, hugging tightly around him as she moved. The curious formations dragged against her flesh, making her tense and flex each time they moved one direction, then the other, setting her on fire. It made Michael lift his hips to meet with her each time she sank back down on top of him. He had two ladies to focus on, and that split focus made it difficult for him to properly attack the target pressing against his nose. Zoe was spared the full force of his ability, meaning she could make him go slow and take his time.

Both ladies moved against their lover, keeping him pinned, at their mercy, grinding their hips at their leisure. The trapped fellow didn't mind being in such a position. It meant he could please them, even if it wasn't quite how he wished to go about it, leaving them in charge. He groaned through the whole experience, drinking of the spider's flower, all while moisture began to seep down and lightly mat down the fur around his groin. Hints of the glowing purple he was contributing mingled with Gamba's honey.

If they weren't careful, the gungan might end up expecting. But that wouldn't be unwelcome. The timing might be a little off, but they would celebrate it all the same. Then again, what the two conspiring against Zoe had in mind might render it a moot point before it ever could get off the ground. Regardless, the attempt was enjoyable. And they would no doubt make several attempts while on vacation.

Friction built between the ferret-dragon and gungan, heating them both as they pumped against one another. The arachnid continued to knead her chest, tracing her fingers over the dark, sensitive nubs of flesh protruding from the tender mounds. Her hands pressing against the hybrid's head kept him firmly in place, as did her grip on his horns. There was no way he could pull back unless she permitted it, and she wasn't going to permit it until he had finished her. His exploration of her tender interior was just as thorough as it always was, the intruding organ tracing across every crevice, every nook, every cranny he could reach. He left no feature unappreciated. The noise that such an effort made was somewhat rude, the gentle slurping reaching the ears of both ladies sitting on top of him.

Two feminine voices filled the room as they took what they wanted from their lover, riding closer and closer to the edge, approaching with a gradual pace, but reaching it before frustration set in. Michael was the first to be struck, unable to hold himself back. His shaft spasmed powerfully, bucking about within Gamba's heated, moistened embrace. A hearty surge of warmth gushed forth, heating the gungan's middle as she was filled. She shivered the moment she felt Michael shove himself up into her as deeply as he could muster. She opened her mouth in a long, low groan the instant her own orgasm struck.

A splash of nectar added to the mess already present between them. The walls convulsed and squeezed, gripping the ferret-dragon's ridged spire to prevent him from pulling free until she was done. She arched her back and worked to mash down against him in kind, wanting to make sure not a drop of his essence spilled from her. Zoe meanwhile was enjoying a similar tingling, but without the added surge of heat that being filled provided. She was wavering right on the edge, writhing and twitching about, desperate to give in, but wanting to hold out and ride the wave. Eventually, she could not refrain any longer and submitted.

A cry of elation rang out. A generous splash of nectar coated Michael's muzzle as he managed to bring the spider to the end of her ride. She squirmed on top of him, almost appearing to be claimed by convulsions as she was taken by climax. Her breath caught in her throat once she ran out of air to push out of her lungs. Eventually, she began to calm and eased her grip on her lover's head. She slipped out of his jaws and panted softly, caressing his cheeks as she looked down at him.

"You were trying to make me go off fast. You really want to get to the 'main event' quick, don't you?" Zoe asked, grinning down at Michael.

"What can I say? I'm enthusiastic." he replied with his own smile.

"I for one am glad we made you take your time. I am excited too, but I do not want to rush our time together." Gamba said, having managed to catch her own breath fairly quickly.

"Well, since you two were kind enough to indulge me beforehand, I guess I shouldn't leave you waiting too long for what you have been pushing for. Just keep in mind, I've never gone this far before. It'll be a new experience for me." Zoe said.

"It's good to stretch yourself, to test your limits. You might find you can go further than you originally thought." Michael replied.

"Stretch being the operative word." the spider said with a giggle.

Gamba joined in with her own chuckles, then moaned as she slowly pulled herself off the still firm length buried in her. Zoe followed suit, finally permitting the ferret-dragon to sit up. Michael did exactly that, licking his muzzle clean as he did. He worked his jaws a little, feeling a mild strain from how he had been forced to attend his beloved. He considered it a worthwhile discomfort.

Once all three were sitting upright, the ferret-dragon and gungan moved to lean against one another, facing the spider. Zoe supported herself with two pairs of her arms, pressing those palms against the surface of the bed, purely for comfort. The remaining two hands were those cupping her breasts. They had not left the two lovely swells they had been tasked with appreciating. Now was the time to prepare for the purpose of their visit.

"You're both sure about this? You can back out now if you want. I know how you like playing with me once someone's in. Once I get started, I don't want to have to stop. I don't wanna hear you've changed your mind and wanna cuddle with'em instead of going in." the multi-armed lady said.

"We are sure. We would not have come if we were not. And you make it sound like we do not enjoy being inside you." Gamba said, leaning forward to offer the timid lady a kiss.

Michael nodded in agreement, lifting a paw to caress Zoe's cheek. He was looking forward to this ever since the idea had been posed.

"Let's do it. You know you've been wanting to try two at once." he said.

"Alright... I just wanted to be absolutely sure." the spider said, still quietly worried about her limitations.

Zoe closed her eyes and concentrated. She found it easier to summon forth the magic necessary to accomplish what she was about to attempt. She had heard that the Inn was rich in magic, sitting on top of a conjunction of ley lines. It meant casting would be much easier. And it was. She shivered feeling just how little effort she had to put into the attempt. Her chest began to swell, growing steadily right before the eyes of her lovers. The size and weight brought her to lean forward slightly. Another pair of hands joined the first to support the added bulk. It felt wonderful. Along with gaining several cup-sizes--now looking to be on par with a pair of watermelons--Zoe had noticed a great leap in sensitivity. Especially around her nipples, which had grown considerably as well.

She was already beginning to fight for breath just a bit. She could feel her nethers warm once more from just the act of holding up her freshly expanded bust. She opened her eyes and looked down, relishing the sight that welcomed her when she did. It was something she did not engage in too often, if only because of the time required to properly enjoy it. But when she did, she absolutely reveled in it, and she had not actually gotten to the act itself. This had been just a matter of preparation. She needed to make sure there was enough of her to be able to do the deed.

"You look beautiful like this." Gamba said, leaning forward to nuzzle in against one of the spider's breasts, pressing her own hands against it to offer her own affection.

"I agree. I don't know why you don't simply go around like this. You clearly like it." Michael said.

"You try carrying this much weight with you everywhere you go. I'd end up with a bad back in less than a month. Short bursts, small doses. If I could figure out how to enjoy it without the downsides, then sure, I'd do it all the time." Zoe said, biting back a moan the moment the ferret-dragon mirrored the gungan's attention.

There wasn't much more to do other than let them begin. And Michael was the first to do so. He conjured his own magical prowess and put the skill to use. His horns--ivory white and curling from the high up on the back of his head back behind him, down, then around and forward--slowly began to fade out of view. It was for the six-armed lady's comfort. Trying to contend with someone who possessed such adornments would be difficult at best, and perhaps even painful.

With that handled, Michael opened his mouth and sealed his lips around the sizable nipple now right before him. The protruding, dark-brown flesh that now found attention from the ferret-dragon's tongue had grown from only the size of a pea, to that of a large plum. It made it more of a challenge to wrap one's lips around, but it was possible. And a thin trickle of cream began to seep into Michael's mouth. He relished it, and continued to drink, nibbling on the lady's nipple softly to try and coax more out. Before too long, as he dragged his tongue over the blunt thing, it began to yawn open against the pressure, letting him lick further inside.

Zoe closed her eyes again and gasped, stroking along the back of Michael's head once more, encouraging him to continue with his intrusion. He did so without hesitation. The spider's breast now had hold of his tongue, and he pulled back from that, not to escape, but to help his muzzle join. The dark flesh spread over his nose, making short work of it. Just before his eyes were covered, he looked up at Zoe, seeing her in utter bliss. He knew she wanted this, it had just taken a little while to get her up to it. And then his vision went dark. The warmth of the lady's bosom engulfed his head entirely and he allowed himself to go mostly limp against her.

Gamba watched as her lover began, slowly being consumed by the flesh of her other lover. She mimicked his efforts, nursing briefly before she gained entry as well. The tapered shape of her muzzle made for a slightly easier time. The two stalks of her eyes were slightly more awkward, but within only a few moments, she was in up to her neck, just like Michael. Zoe was lost to the pleasure of the moment, aching to carry on. She couldn't stop now, not when she had gotten them started. It was going to be a very interesting experience consuming two at once.

A deep breath was sucked in as the six-armed lady braced herself. She leaned forward against both of her beloveds and moaned deeply. The pressure saw two pairs of shoulders sink into her breasts. Already she could feel herself starting to stretch to contain them both. The ordinarily round swells deformed and bulged, showing the forms of the two being drawn in. Another push sank them in up to their chests. Even as they were devoured, their palms never left the arachnid woman's bust, stroking, squeezing, even tickling to entice her further. It was all such a lovely experience. It made Zoe wish she could slow it down, make it take hours instead of minutes.

But her chest was not to be denied. As the lady sucked in another breath, she felt her nipples clamp down on the pair of volunteers. There came a sharp tug, feeling akin to a swallow, and Zoe felt fur and hide slide in past her flesh. It stole her voice from her, her breath catching in her throat as she felt them slip in up to their stomachs. She was leaning forward a great deal now, her chest expanding ever further, movement visible through her skin. Just as she was crouched in such a posture to try and rest for a brief moment, Michael began to push himself up onto his knees. It forced Zoe back slightly until she added her own pressure to meet him. Gamba felt the soft jostling from the act and began to press forward on her knees as well. Their hips were sucked in with a lewd slurp, milk oozing down their forms, making it easier to disappear into the woman's bust.

Zoe found her voice once more, crying out as her petals quivered between her legs. All three pairs of arms wrapped themselves around her massive chest as she tried to lean back up. The great weight of her breasts made that difficult, but she managed, pulling both Michael and Gamba into a near standing position. Their feet pressed flat down on the mattress, their knees bent, the two of them forced to double over inside the warm, sloshing chambers they were being deposited in.

"N-n-nearly... there!" the spider panted.

She shoved herself forward once more, finding great satisfaction in drawing their thighs into herself. Soon, she had reached their knees, and there was nothing more she needed to do. Their own squirms as well as each breast's 'hunger' dragged their legs in the rest of the way. With a few more lewd slurps, their feet vanished and Zoe's nipples closed once more. They had grown even larger during the act, and they leaked strongly, soaking the sheets. She panted and hugged her chest with all six arms, finding it took them all to hoist the great, squirming bust off the bed.

A mighty shudder ran up the woman's spine as she felt both Michael and Gamba turn over inside her. One had been a pleasurable experience. Two had been almost overwhelming. She crouched on the bed, hugging her two lovers as her breasts wobbled and writhed. They were massive, so massive that she would never fit in any of the clothing she had brought with her. It was as if she had been graced with a pair of yoga balls to massage and caress. Her folds clenched and she cried out as orgasm claimed her once more, soaking the sheets under her.

"Oh good lord! It... it... it's too much! I... I can't stand it!" she moaned, knowing full well that she would get used to it enough to be able to function.

She wanted to stay like this, mind swimming in pleasure, leave them where they were for a while, perhaps a few hours. But that was not to be. She had to do something with them. Slowly, the motion began to die down. The solid figures within began to fade. She could feel them breaking down. She could also hear their moans as it happened. Zoe joined in their vocalizing of the delight. She was turning them into milk, and it felt glorious. Michael and Gamba struggled to remain conscious, wanting to experience it for as long as they could, fighting and squirming as they lost substance, dissolving away. In but only a handful of minutes, Zoe was in possession of enough milk to fill a decent sized tub.

The spider hoisted herself back up into an upright position, kneading her chest and reveling in the tenderness. She had reached climax a second time as she 'digested' her companions. There was a hint of worry at first, but she remembered what she had been told about 'The Promise'. If it worked anything like their usual method, they would be back. For now, she needed to do something about her chest. She couldn't stay like this, no matter how badly she wanted to. It just was not terribly practical. Perhaps after she had done this a few more times, gotten used to two rather than just one, she would be able to contend with it, but not right now.

There had been talk of a place called 'The Roost' where guests went to lay eggs. That sounded interesting, but not why they had come to visit. But in hearing about it, they had discovered there was a place where one could go and give milk. The two seemed to go hand in hand after all. That seemed the next logical step. Zoe shuffled her way off the bed and stood up, gasping as she was almost sent tumbling forward by the great mass of her bust. She continued to cup all six arms around her great, sloshing breasts, needing the support worse than she had imagined she would. She couldn't even free up two arms to grab a pair of pants. She would need to go as she was.

With a bit of a struggle, the lady managed to open the door, then squeeze her way back out. She had not maintained presence of mind to collect her key before leaving. It wasn't exactly something she considered a priority at the moment. She was out in the open now, hauling a legendary-sized bust, and she needed to walk all the way to where she could be milked. The trip wasn't a quick one. And Zoe received a number of looks and comments, all of them expressing astonishment or adoration for her impressive size. Initially, it made her blush and try to cover up more of herself. But as it carried on, she started to become rather proud of it. No one had anything nasty to say, they all complimented her. A few even gave her an appreciative caress. It was making her want to stay so large even more. Even dare to walk nude in public more often.

When she found the milking room, she was immediately attended to by the staff. They didn't need to be told why she was there, it was plainly obvious that the spider carrying two heavily over-filled breasts leaking milk needed to be drained. Zoe was given a place to recline just before the staff hooked up a pair of pumps to her and began the process. The suction started off slow, but quickly ramped up as she got used to it. It left her squirming, moaning, even sending a hand down between her legs to fondle herself.

Through her moans and squirms, the pumps gradually relieved her of her burden. Most of it at least. When at last they came to a stop, she was still quite large, visibly larger than she had been before dragging her two lovers into herself, but small enough that she could manage. As she lay there catching her breath, a voice caught her attention.

"I hope you managed to get a photo of yourself before you got milked." Michael said with a grin.

"Oh! There you are! It was taking so long for you to find me I was starting to worry!" Zoe said, sitting up now that she could do so easily.

"We sprung back into existence almost immediately after we faded away. We woke up in the infirmary. Apparently that is where newcomers arrive the first time they make use of The Promise," Gamba said, moving quickly to press against the spider's side, "Did you enjoy us?"

"Yes!" the six-armed lady cried, wrapping one whole side of herself around the gungan in a powerful hug, "I loved it! It felt amazing! I've never been so sensitive!"

Michael took up the other side, finding himself ensnared in a similar embrace.

"I'm glad you liked it so much. It took us a while to find our way to the milking room, but we figured that's where you'd be. We even stopped by the room to get a key since we figured you wouldn't have thought to grab one." the ferret-dragon explained.

"Yeah... I was a little preoccupied," Zoe said with a blush, "So, what happens now?"

"You and your friends can sample the milk you produced if you want." said an antelope, tall, rather well endowed in her own right, and quite gravid.

"I'd love to try the milk I got turned into!" Michael said brightly.

"As would I. I am curious." Gamba added.

Three small bottles were provided and they all sampled them, finding the sweet, rich cream to be rather comforting. It was far different from what could be purchased in a store. They went back and forth trying to pick out the subtle hints that made it so unique. Michael even dared to say there was a 'silkiness' to the texture, referring to how smooth it was. It earned him a blush and a frown from the spider.

She couldn't begrudge him the joke, but it still flustered her a little.

"So, now that you've tried two at once... do you think you'd do it again?" Michael asked.

"I'd like to. It would be fun to do again, maybe give myself a chance to slow things down and enjoy it longer." Zoe answered.

"Well, no time like the present. I wouldn't mind diving back in again, but if we can get a couple of volunteers to take our places, Gamba and I would like to see what you look like first hand when you're huge and leaking. Maybe even enjoy rubbing over them. I'll bet I could make you cum just by drinking directly from you." the ferret-dragon grinned.

The spider's eyes widened and her cheeks turned bright pink. The idea had a great allure to it, but volunteers? Strangers? That wasn't part of the deal. And yet, she couldn't find the will to say no.

--We heard reviews and stories about The Treetop Inn. It all sounded pretty interesting. And since there's this enchantment thing called 'The Promise' that works like something we use back home, we set up a vacation for three. The whole idea was to indulge one of us in one of her favorite guilty pleasures. She's real shy around new people but she loved it, even though it took a little bit to warm her up to the idea. Now if only we could film it or get a photo of her after the fact. I'm told there's someone at the Inn who can fashion bras for extreme sizes. I'd pay handsomely to see Zoe in custom lingerie after one of these sessions. Five stars--