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Of Mice and Mutagens, By DragonMasterX.

Silvercoast was a sprawling industrial community in the west coast of the mouse-dominated continent. Since its infancy as a small intercontinental trading community, towering buildings had been erected to house an ever growing populace, leading to metropolitan advancement to complement the working class.

A vast majority of the country's pharmaceuticals were researched and engineered in Silvercoast city, all under the auspices of the Gamp company. From its inception as a construction company, Gamp had been the number one source of employment in the city. Its contemporary arrangement of towering urban households that was a delight to behold from their rooftops or while arriving to the airpark on plane had been designed by one of the shareholders six decades earlier.

With three major Gamp-funded award winning universities, Silvercoast housed some of the best and brightest in mousekind. Entire families were moved into the city to give an opportunity for little ones to develop their minds and foster their ideas for a brighter future.

For the sake of a shining tomorrow. - was the Gamp Pharmaceuticals' slogan.

But not everything in Silvercoast shone like a sparkly new dime. Free prestige was unheard of after all. The pressure of excellence brought with it an exacerbated level of anxiety and depression which Gamp was all too happy to treat with their patented, all-natural supplements. The drugs worked spectacularly and led to increased productivity, but it led to strong dependence in some cases. In some cases, the need was so strong it was overpowering. In some cases, nothing else mattered but acquiring more.

The Silvercoast Police Department had their hands full. Gangs were a relatively new thing for the city, but the SPD was still having trouble shutting them all down. With rising reports of robberies and illegal dealer rings, it was soon impossible to keep the drug problem under wraps.

And years later, with national health inspectors finding out about muffled safety violations on several of the Gamp Company's facilities, having followed an anonymous tip from a concerned source, the entire industrial sector had been shut down all at once.

Nowadays, Silvercoast was only a shadow of its former self.

"Aight, what do we have here, Jack?" Steve huffed as he stepped out of Jack's car, followed by their friends Naomi and Colette who slid out from the back.

An imposing facility loomed over them, at least 200ft. in height. Old-fashioned brick masonry, with towering smokestacks that were little more than decoration nowadays. Once lit-up neon-yellow, now dead mucus-green fluorescent bulbs roughly spelled "GAMP PHARMA INC" above closed metal blinds.

Jack had driven their friends out to the north-western edge of Silvercoast, the old industrial district. The new one had been built ten blocks east along the coast, with state-of-the-art facilities both for factories, processing plants and docks. The economy was making its recovery over there. But the four youths weren't at the abandoned docks for historical comparisons.

It was a foggy night, mist thick enough to blanket the waterside. "Feast your eyes on the old Gamp chemical processing plant, dudes," Jack spun around in front of the building's entrance, arms outstretched in a showman's gesture. "Our latest Stupid Fucking Place."

"Like, gross," Naomi and Colette weren't even looking up from their phones, but they were smirking. They could've passed for twins if their hairdos and accents didn't differ. Naomi preferred her blonde hair in pigtails while Colette had added pink streaks to her golden locks and preferred to wear it loose and straight.

Colette was also the only one in the group who had moved in from the southern sub-continent. "Lo ves? Told ya Jackie would bring us somewhere cool. Selfie, amiguis." After Naomi took the cherry lollipop in her mouth out, she and Naomi both bit the bottom of their supple lips with their upper incisors, the two cute mice ladies rubbing their cheeks and gazing at the camera with sensually narrowed brown eyes. They uploaded two pictures, the second with both making a pouty duck face.

"Least it's a change from haunted mansions," Steve grunted, ignoring the girls and giving Jack his nod of approval. He turned to the social-media addicts, looming his six foot three height over their five foot one, "Make it snappy, babes. Save all that slutty energy for the show, eh?"

"Ay, pero que mandón. Always so pushy, Steve." Colette giggled, dropped her phone and cocked her wide hips to the side, smirking up at him, "Just because it's a Thursday night doesn't mean we gotta be all business, right?"

Steve didn't answer, his arms folded over his broad chest. He soon was smirking back at the bed eyed streaked-blonde. "Almost forgot the kind of babe I'm dealing with. Don't forget the speaker this time, aight? Gotta set the mood, know what I'm sayin'?" The tall jock smiled, reaching around to give Colette a firm, encouraging swat on her thick behind. She let out a squeak, her tail whipping up.

"Getting me in the mood already, papurri." Colette purred up at the jock.

"Ohmygod, like, focus you two." Naomi laughed while scrolling through her phone, leaned against the car. "So what's the deal with this dump, Jack?"

"Place got decommissioned over six months ago," Jack explained, "Some real messed up drama with a failed health inspection. Remember pops getting all up in arms about it. Wouldn't quit yappin' about all the good grandpa did at this dump."

"Your grandpa? Isn't he like a million years old?" Naomi raised an eyebrow, taking out the cherry lollipop out of her mouth. "Explains why this place looks like it's falling apart."

"So, I'm shit at computers," Jack shrugged, "But I got Harvey to hack my old man's work laptop when I was coming up empty for abandoned places in the city. Plenty of Gamp places got hit, so no surprise there. But check this out," he took out his phone and scrolled to read a PDF he had downloaded earlier, "This plant here had some hushed, messed up shit going on. Heavy on the conspiracy theory bullcrap about viruses 'n bioweapons."

"Shit," Steve turned away from Naomi, looking back at Jack with a growing smirk, "You got us a mad scientist lab, Jackie-boy? Nooooice. Wait, 'zat mean your grandpops a mad scientist?"

"Hell if I know. Grab your stuff though. I got myself the blueprints on my phone." Jack clicked on his car keys, getting the trunk open where they got two backpacks, one for each guy to carry. "We're going in through the back."

"Your favorite," Naomi popped her lollipop back in her mouth, bending over to help Colette rummage through the back seat for their Bluetooth speaker. As she leaned in, her miniskirt rode up her perfectly round butt, exposing black lacey panties snugly entrapped between her large ass cheeks. Jack and Steve smiled to each other, fist-bumping.

This wasn't the first time Jack had convinced his fellow college freshmen to come out into one of the worst places in Silvercoast at night. Their backpacks were loaded with filming equipment and both jocks and cheerleaders were ready to do it in front of the cameras.

Their show was called "Stupid Fucking Places", and they had been doing it since high-school. It was a simple premise: Amateur porn featuring the four of them, with the twist of the choice of locale being creepy, abandoned, cursed, or all of them at once.

Jack and Steve had known each other since childhood and had no qualms about watching each other go to town on their girls, or even sharing. They were both part of the football team although they weren't good enough for a sports grants; the exercise had molded them into studly mice men. Jack's white and black splotched fur, and short blond hair was a contrast to Steve's dark-chocolate pelt and messy shoulder-length black hair. The camera had shown their larger-than-average penises from multiple angles, with each girl freely servicing them each time.

On the other side of the gender spectrum, Naomi and Colette had been blessed with naturally hourglass curvy figures. They each filled out double D-cup bras and had slim waists flaring out into alluringly wide hips with thick thighs and plump bottoms. Ever since their boyfriends had introduced them to each other, they had known they would end up with their tongue inside one another, one way or the other. Both of them were cheerleaders, but much like their partners they did not stick out in their team other than their looks.

They infamy as deviants alienated them from their peers, dubbed as the 'Freaky Foursome' which they proudly took as their moniker in tandem with their show name. Though a source of shame for the community, the Undernet utterly loved them. And Jack, being the biggest fan of making the best show he could for their fans, did not plan to disappoint them.

"Done with it, Naomi?" Jack asked while leaning against the wall beside his girlfriend. Naomi was crouched atop the steps in front of a rusted metal door; their way inside of the chemical plant.

"Keep your pants on, baby. Let momma work her magic... there." Naomi clicked her teeth on her lollipop with a smile, the sound of a lock opening making the group perk up. As she stood up she put the lock pick she had used to unlock the door away in her purse and gently pushed the door open. It creaked, like a slow and tired grind.

"Aw shit," Steve went in second, followed by Jack and Colette last, "Can barely see a damn thing over here. Lemme get my light..." he had to use his phone's own flashlight to look into his backpack, but soon produced a heavy-duty LED lantern.

"Puta madre!" Colette shouted when she turned around to see if Steve needed help but only ended getting flashed by a flood of light projecting out. "Gonna blind me, you dumbass! Hmph..." she shuffled out of the way and hit her boyfriend's back as he laughed at her.

"Aight, lemme go first..." Steve stepped over the catwalk leading inside, passing by the other two, "...don't wanna trip and fall... whoa." He gasped aloud. The other three were soon joining him in awe at what they saw.

The building wasn't merely imposing from the outside. Inside was an utterly gigantic chamber littered with catwalks covering an area of at least 200ft., the access they were walking on suspended at the middle point above multiple vats with several large tubes and pipes running through and from them. Wherever they looked, the catwalks floated over those gigantic chemical vats, leading around or towards different exits, with only two staircases leading down to the bottom floor.

"The fuck?" Steve's eyes narrowed as he pointed the light down at one of the vats. He kicked a loose spare metal part by his foot over the edge of the catwalk, surprised when he heard a splash down below. "Those things are still full of... something. AHH, FUCK!" he suddenly screamed, tightening his grip on the railing and his flashlight to avoid dropping it, or himself, over the edge. Jack was holding onto his back after having tackled him, a big dumb grin on his chuckling face. "Motherfucker! Are you trying to shove me over or somethin'?"

"What?" Jack hugged Steve and pulled him back, the girls giggling to themselves, "Thought you might wanna take a dip with the way you were looking at it. Mmm, refreshing midnight months-old stank-water."

"Fucking dumbass," Steve growled, "Ain't no water down there. Closed the place down in a hurry huh?"

"Probably why they shut this place down. 'least the catwalks are sturdy enough," Jack laughed, "Let's go, girls are going ahead." He pointed back at Naomi and Collette using their phone flashlights to navigate down the closest set of stairs. Steve stopped Jack, however. "What's up, man?"

"Got a quick fix?" Steve swiftly asked, nodding his head up. Jack snickered.

"What? Losing your cool already?"

"Shut your face. I just wanna take the edge off. Don't hold out on me, I know you keep taking 'em from your dad."

"Relax, man. Just messing with you, damn," Jack fished a little plastic box-shaped shaker from his jacket pocket. He shook out a couple of blue pills, one for each. "Got'cho back," he said after they had both popped the med into their mouths. After a moment, they were both breathing slower, somewhat calmer, their shoulders relaxing.

"You back on the L too, huh?" Steve asked, stretching as he felt his incipient reservations about the place melt away.

"New formula says it makes your dick harder, too," Jack shot his friend a wink and patted him on the shoulder. Steve blew a raspberry at him.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Naomi called from below, her voice echoing in the desolate, large main chamber. "Want to, like, drop us your cameras? I'd film you two sucking each other's dick but phone quality suuuuucks!" Colette was laughing her ass off. And once the boys met up with them, they used Jack's blueprints and other files to begin their exploration.

For each Stupid Fucking Place, they always chose the creepiest corner, the oldest looking room, everything to exacerbate the experience of any given place. Unfortunately for them, although abandoned the plant mostly had rusted surfaces and little else in the venue of unsettling atmosphere. Nearly every door in the bottom level led into a hallway connecting to different offices and adjoined laboratories; all of them emptied out or containing at the most a couple of desks and chairs collecting dust.

It wasn't until Colette stumbled upon a large metal door at the far end of the main chamber that the group stopped to scrutinize the documents in Jack's phone. "Huh. BPs say the facility does have more levels down below," Jack said.

"This door must lead down below!" exclaimed an excited Naomi, "Oooh, I bet there's something icky down there if there's this big ass door. How do we open it, Jack?"

"Says there's like a uh..." Jack paused, squinted as he looked at the wall to the right and pointed at it while looking at Steve, "Yo, Steve, move that kinda loose panel over there. Supposed to be a cover for a..." he paused as Steve slid a cover on the wall, "Right. Will it work without power though?"

"Doubt they've been paying the bills," Steve smirked, pulling on the release handle to humor Jack. The group was taken aback when the ground started shaking followed by the big metal door opening. Mechanical whirring had come and gone over the course of a few seconds. "Well shit. I guess this is all mechanical and junk."

"Pretty old stuff. Man it smells dank down there..." Jack grabbed his nose, flashing down the stone steps leading into the bottom floor. "Almost like a fart hitting my face. Fuck."

"Oh. Did you expect a fucking lounge and your grandpa's ol' nut-polisher butler coming to greet us?" Steve boldly stepped into the downwards passage while laughing, using his large flashlight to illuminate the way down for everybody else, Colette going after him. "C'mon. Sounds like we got some walking to do."

"This is like, so damn cool," Naomi grinned with excitement, hanging onto Jack's arm, "Stinky as all hell, but cool. C'mon, babe. We brought some ambient deodorant, the sweet vanilla stuff you like." She whispered at the end. Jack reached down for a swift peck and led her downstairs.

It was a stupid idea. But it was their stupid fucking place.

Silvercoast was a large city with no less than four police departments. Over the last two years, recruits from neighboring, less necessitated districts had been sent in to fill in posts. As a result, reserve precincts such as the western Keller district one were understaffed and desperate to for new faces.

Keller precinct's newest rookie was a fresh-out-of-the-academy 23-year-old by the name of Sasha Muntz. With above average results in both physical aptitude and written tests, she had been plucked to join the force in west Silvercoast.

Sasha was an athletic mouse girl. What puberty had refused to hand her she had made up with strict regimes at the gym and frequent outdoor activity. An ironically notable lack of curves made the dark polyester of her uniform conform to her lithe form, obfuscating what little femininity she had to offer to the naked eye. The only reason she kept her jet-black hair long was to avoid the embarrassment of being mistaken for a guy. Sasha made sure to keep her hair tied up into a ponytail.

Her very first orders had been to show up at the S.P.D. 8pm sharp. A brief yet annoying gender confusion at the station's reception desk had prompted her to keep hat under her arms until everyone was used to her. The otherwise nice receptionist informed Sasha where the briefing room was located in the station.

She paused to check her phone in an anxious bid to ensure she was on time, when a particular push notification made her stop. "I thought I'd silenced this before coming in..." Sasha murmured, swiping the notification from the text-based erotic role-playing app she frequently used to get her rocks off away. The notification had been from one of her friends on the app's site, demanding her attention for another steamy scene. Sasha made sure to close the app and revise its notification settings to never show up again. None of her new coworkers needed need to know about her fairly popular online sex profile, or her dominant macrophile fantasies. With her guilty pleasure properly hidden away, she put her phone away and resumed her trip to the briefing room.

On her way there, Sasha's blue eyes quietly gazed around curiously, part to get used to the layout of her new workplace and part impressed with the lack of activity. Rumors at the academy had made it sound like Silvercoast was plagued with crime lords, but other than the quiet hum of computers running and a few desk-jockey officers taking calls, the place felt like a deserted town. "Slow night, huh..." she murmured to herself, just as a brief crossing of stares happened between herself and one of the officers on-call. She thought to give a friendly wave, but the tired look on that middle-aged mouse lady made her reconsider and instead she just nodded her head and went on her way. "Great with the first impressions, Muntz..." she told herself.

At the end of a hallway were a set of wooden stairs heading up one level. Sasha had been told the door next to those stairs led to the briefing room. With trepidation she reached for the doorknob, twisting it uneasily at first before she steeled her grip and opened the door a little harder than she had meant to. Since the door opened in, Sasha ended stumbling forwards with a small gasp.

No less than a dozen heads turned to the clunky sound of old wood on metallic hinges that could have used a little WD-40. Sasha was paralyzed by the sudden odd mixture between embarrassment and exhilaration of being the center of attention. Her eyes frantically scanned all those faces, trying to find the one she had been shown during orientation; gruff, thick moustache, old, looks like a smoker. She couldn't find Captain Brant. Without letting go of the doorknob and doing her best to keep her hat from falling off, Sasha nervously crooked up a meek smile and stammered: "Oh-officer Muntz reporting for duty, sir."

A couple of her new coworkers chuckled, with most going back to their donuts and coffee without so much as a hello. Sasha's nerves were glad for the little attention. Her ears and tail perked up to the sound of her last name being called. "Over here, Muntz."

Finally letting go of the doorknob, Sasha made sure to gently push the door closed behind her before she headed over to a pair of officers, passing by the ones who had been laughing at her clumsy entrance. Sasha was explained that something had come up with the captain's unruly daughter, and that she was better off waiting for the big introduction tomorrow. Her coworkers offered her a cup of hot mud, but she politely declined.

"Thursdays crawl, don't they?" Sasha quipped after a little bit of silence. She felt like the little sister of the group with her 5'3" height, loomed over by everybody else.

Estevanez, who had told Sasha of the captain's whereabouts, leaned against the wall on his elbow, sighing. "You wouldn't believe it, rookie. Wish I was at the Maser. That's where all the action is."

"Action would be too much for your chubby legs, Estevanez," Newman jabbed.

"Hey, you were there, that perp was lightning fast," Estevanez defended himself, glaring at Newman's smug face. "And it happened three months ago, give it a rest already. Muntz doesn't need to hear about that."

"The Maser district?" Sasha repeated, cocking her head to the side, "Isn't that where the gang war two months ago happened? I read it on the internet back home; before moving in. Wasn't it a big shootout?"

"Lots and lots of bootleg Lumin and bad blood between the two sides, yeah," Estevanez took an unsettlingly loud slurp from his coffee.

Lumin, or simply "L" for short, they called it. The revised 'happy drug' from Gamp Pharmaceutical. Sasha had seen her fair share of addicts of the old, banned formula at her old college and even at the academy. She had never once tried it, but what she had seen had not been pretty. The idea that large companies like Gamp could continue to remain afloat after inserting such evil into society sickened her, but things like these were why cops were needed.

"Shouldn't we be out there helping patrol?" Sasha eagerly asked. Her lit up baby blues didn't go unperceived by Newman, who gave her an almost motherly smile.

"It's dangerous work, hon. Estevanez thinks he's going in guns blazing, but those neighborhoods are rough. They're the reason we keep sending our more experienced people to the Maser."

A little shiver crawled up Sasha's spine at the warning, but she tried keeping a steely composure. That lasted all of two seconds when she felt a swift smack to her ass from behind. Sasha squeaked and jumped in place, turning around to greet the bottom chest-section of their police uniform. A 6'6" giant with arms like tree trunks loomed over her. He was being escorted by two no less impressive guys half a foot shorter than him; they were the three that had been laughing at Sasha earlier. The bigger guy's voice was like a heavy baritone. "Hey, fresh meat, you must be the most suicidal rookie we've had for a while."

Sasha was still feeling the sting in her backside, but she refused to give that brute of a mouse man the satisfaction of further humiliation. She had dealt with bullies in her time, and though she was angry at the fact she had found one at this stage in her life, she had decided that squeak was all he was going to get. "I'm a cop starting tonight. Back off," she said firmly.

"Ooooh. Kid's got some bite, I like that," the lumbering oaf said with a condescending grin. Sasha couldn't help but blush a little. "Wanna go out into the world on your first night, be a real goddamn hero, 'ey? Make a difference, little girl?"

"Leave her alone, Royd," Newman clicked her tongue in annoyance, but didn't leave her corner. Her disdainful expression evidenced this wasn't the first time happening.

"Shut your face, darling. Can't pull rank on me without the big man around," Royd smirked, "Plus what are you all doing making nice with the tomboy? She ain't even one of us yet."

Sasha narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the last bit.

"Oh this again," Newman rolled her eyes up, "Will you grow up already?"

"Gotta prove myself, big man?" Sasha spoke up, getting a big grin in response from Royd.

"That's right. Can't let just anyone become part of my team if I can't even respect 'em."

"I can't say your respect would get me much considering you weren't sent off to the Maser yet," Sasha started with a shrug, but her follow-up was cut off by Royd practically bowling her over with his meaty pectorals as he closed the distance between them.

"Royd, back the fuck off," Newman had had enough. She and Estevanez had stepped in between them. "And you, rookie," she glared down at Sasha, "Don't play his stupid games. He's just provoking you."

Royd laughed, looked away from the glaring mouse woman and held his beefy arms out in a friendly gesture. "It's just Keller tradition, darling. That's all."

"That's bullshit, is what it is," Estevanez finally spoke up, getting a chuckle from the taller mouse. "You don't have to go, Muntz."

"Where?" Sasha spoke up, eliciting a sigh from Newman. Her superior was right; this guy had been provoking her and it had worked. She wasn't going to back off now.

"Your initiation, kid," Royd snickered, "You won't be getting any assignment tonight, and might as well get it out of the way. After all," he raised his voice, "You don't want everyone here thinking you're all talk, right? We're cops, not wusses."

"Where?" Sasha insisted, uninterested in bantering. She had heard of hazing rituals before. "And for how long?"

Royd detailed the precinct's initiation to Sasha without delay. She was to go to the old industrial district. A simple overnight stakeout the old shut-down chemical plant. Do that, cash in the respect, get the asshole to quit hassling her. Sounded like a great deal to her. She wasn't going to get pushed around, especially on her first day. Ignoring Newman's pleas, Sasha put on her cap, lowered the sleeves of her uniform down to the wrists and left on her way.

"Don't forget! One pic when you arrive, one when you leave!" Royd hollered, but he only got a middle finger as Sasha left the briefing room.

"Why do you have to be such an ass?" Estevanez demanded from the towering mouse. Royd smiled down at him.

"'cause she came in with a stick up hers. It's a friendly way of helping her loosen up. Don't you remember your first week, Estevanez?"

"You're still an asshole," Newman intercepted, "Now go finish your reports before the captain gets here."

"Yes, ma'am," Royd bowed to Newman, imitated by the two fellow cops behind him like proper goons. He had had his fun already and he expected the rookie to change her tone when she returned.

"Man, it's like a fuckin' labyrinth down here," Steve grunted, casting his light down every corner in search of stairs. "How many floors is this, Jack?"

"This is fourth basement floor, according to these blueprints. We're close to the bottom. They only built five floors beneath the main chamber."

Naomi popped up besides Jack, for once distracted with a phone not her own. "Like, what did they need so many basement floors for, anyway?"

"Cariño, obviously we're gonna find a big nasty monster in one of these labs!" Colette giggled, following under the piping running along the ceiling, "Found the next staiiiiirs!" she called out.

Naomi skipped away from Jack to meet up with Colette at the top of the stairs, glancing down with the help of Steve's light. "Mmm, are you down there, Mr. Monster? Imagine the number of cummies we'd get if we get footage of us cucking a real beast."

"I dunno about the cucking part," Jack came up from behind to grab Naomi's right breast from behind, making her let out a whorish moan when she felt his bulge press up against her back, "But you're going down with a beast over here." Both she and Colette giggled vapidly.

"Stairway sex don't give us good shots, though," Steve wasn't in any better position. He was ready to get down and dirty, himself. "Let's hurry up and find a good place to set up, dudes."

The bottom fifth floor was the darkest yet. Were it not for Steve's high powered flashlight none of them thought their phone lights would be bright enough to allow them to navigate properly. The hallways were even more narrow than the ones in the upper floor. Instead of walling they kept finding more and more intertwined piping and cabling. They could hear the echoing noise of droplets splashing into puddles but it was hard to tell exactly from where. Everywhere they looked, it seemed to be a dead end of old pipe works.

After five more minutes however, the group finally found a single unlocked door that led into what seemed to be an old janitorial station. Only a rusted bucket and an old mop remained in a corner with a couple of empty lockers. It was an open area for the most part. This was their place.

"Aight, peeps, let's set up. I'm gonna bust a nut just looking at Colette's fat ass bouncing in her miniskirt if we wait any longer," Steve set down his light to get his backpack off. He and Jack were in charge of setting the tripod cameras and lighting. The girls took care of rolling out the mat and setting the mood with music blaring from their cheese-wheel shaped Bluetooth speaker. While they got busy, Steve got an idea looking at Jack. Smirking, Steve waited for Jack until he started crouching to set his camera up on the opposite side of the room and pulled on the handle of his lantern, flashing him directly.

"Ah! Sonuva...!" Jack laughed at first when he was blinded by Steve's potent flashlight, bringing an arm up to shield his vision. He reflexively stepped back, slipping on a puddle he had so far managed to avoid. "Fuck!" he shouted as he stumbled back, throwing his arm around in search of leverage and his attempt was only rewarded with him impacting against solid wall piping.

"Ohoo!" Naomi hurried from the mat where she and Colette had been stripping out of their coats, arriving next to Jack and the throbbing pipe next to him. "That sounded like a bad spill. You okay, Jackie?"

"Just hit my forehead, is all. Thanks, babe," Jack rubbed at his brow, ignoring the metallic crackling next to his ears in favor of the brief ringing in his head. "Thanks, dick!"

"Hey, you said you hit your thick head right?" Steve shrugged with a laugh, "No lasting damage then."

"Pfft, c'mon chicos, stop messing around," Colette demanded, "It's cold down here. You don't wanna hump a popsicle, right?"

Naomi leaned up on tip toes to press her lips on Jack's forehead. "Let's get started, Mr. Naughty Cameraman." Jack didn't have to be told twice.

They always started their videos in a similar way. Colette and Naomi met with suggestive dancing in order to set the mood. Next, their plush lips met followed by their well-endowed chests mashing together. The boys always made sure to get a good shot of Naomi and Colette making out, their mics set to get even the faintest of groans and slutty moans. With eyes closed and focused solely on shaking their hips to the beat while tonguing each other eagerly, the girls' hands busied themselves in stripping each other topless.

Ever so slowly, the two horny mouse girls started falling to their knees, alternating between kissing each other's necks and racks, sometimes stopping to suck on their hardening nipples through the cups of their ill-fitting bras. Squeaks and gasps of delight filled the old, dank janitorial office. Jack and Steve could hardly contain themselves by now, their tight pants growing ever more uncomfortable by the moment.

Between the music and sonorous debauchery, warning noises of throbbing rusted metal above the girls were going unnoticed. Soon enough, it wasn't only Jack and Steve who couldn't contain themselves any longer. It was Jack who noticed it at first, two support bolts shooting off one after the other from the piping on the ceiling. With a loud metallic groan, clear fluid started dripping down until the pipe dislodged from the ceiling under the pressure.

"Ahh!"

"Mmm!"

Naomi and Colette moaned together, shaking in reflex at the cold liquid raining down upon them. Their fur and clothes were soon soaked in globs of clear white chemicals that wasted no time in seeping through. "What the hell? ¿Qué mierda es...?" Colette's sentence was cut off in the middle as she started moaning louder than before. Naomi followed her with a drawn-out sigh of delight.

"Like... feeling all... tingly... and stuff...!" Naomi was shaking all over. The guys exchanged confused glances, but they were too turned on by their soaked girlfriends and the way their tight outfits and bras were clinging to their bodies. In fact, Naomi's bra and Colette's bikini top weren't looking ill-fitting anymore now; with the way their huge breasts were overflowing above and to the sides, the cups were looking two sizes too small.

"Muh-my titties...!" Colette brought her hands up to grope her breasts just to confirm that they were indeed swelling. "Naomi! Do you feel this, perra?"

"Ughh... like, don't call me a bitch!" Naomi whimpered, shaking the chemicals pouring onto her off her face, "I feel it too! My boobies are like, ohhh... nngh...! Ahh!"

Jack and Steve could only watch, mesmerized by the unbelievable upgrade their girlfriends were receiving. They were definitely not in pain from what they could see, despite their whining groans and squirming. What they could not see was that heat was building up inside of them, a tingling sensation traveling from their core their breasts as if they were getting filled up from within.

Naomi's overflowing cups were bulging tightly, with proportionately growing nipples tenting them out. The increasingly larger mounds were not only getting bigger; they were also significantly increasing their weight until the straps of Naomi's bra started to dig down on her shoulders. "Ahhh...! Getting too big! Can't reach my back or even... move my arms...!" Naomi lamented, watching as Colette's neck-strapped bikini top practically slid off her own burgeoning mammaries; she was envious of her friend's relative freedom now.

"Doo-Dios..." Colette's cheeks were flushed, her senses so overwhelmed by the strange pleasure of her chest swelling up bigger that even though she was dying to feel up her inflating mouse tits, she could only uselessly flail her forearms at hip level while laughing half in concern, half in horniness. "Look at my titties, they're huge! Huge!" she giggled, finding just enough strength in her back to shake her chest, splashing the chemicals falling down on her around, "Is this stuff making me sexier? C'mon, keep at it oooohh...!" she grunted, practically hearing the stretching of skin under her fur as her breasts surged out, her too-small bikini top cups snapping up like a released rubber band and ending up rested atop her sloshing rack.

The Velcro fastener at Naomi's back noisily separated on its own after the clips holding it in place snapped. Finally, a smiled had begun to replace the pig-tailed blonde's frown as she let out a sigh of relief. Reuniting enough strength in her arms, Naomi was able finally grasp at and pull the damaged bra with enough force to make the shoulder straps tear and snap. "Ahhh!" she screamed out when the cups uselessly flopped forwards, shoved off by her bulging nipples. "Wuh-What's happening to us? Like, it feels so gooood...!" she panted, tongue hanging out from the pleasure shaking her.

Their engorged, now head-sized jugs hadn't been growing on their own. Both Colette and Naomi's nipples had significantly increased in proportion, their areolae covering enough area for them to house fleshy nubs two thumbs thick. Camera close-ups could even discern notable duct-like distension on their nipples, as if they had opened like oversized pores.

"Ouugh... feel so big and heavy..." Colette whined, gravity pulling her down as she felt the weight of her new bust exact its toll on her lacking back strength. "Guhhhh... mmnn... Nuh-Naomi, is your pussy on fire too? La mía está que arde...!"

"Fuck girl, I can't even... ooh I can, I can...!" Naomi had a dumbfounded yet satisfied smirk on her face as she found the strength in her arms to slide her hands down her thighs, under her miniskirt, where she could properly feel herself up. Unlike Colette who was wearing shorts, Naomi's soaked panties were in full display with the way she was prone on her titanic rack. Naomi's exposed thighs and Colette's shorts weren't simply wet, they were absolutely damp with their juices.

With her back turned to Jack, he could see his girlfriend's labia had become alarmingly swollen, almost like a pair of fattened up pillows so juicily pressed up against their underwear fabric it looked like lips sucking on her panties. No doubt the same was happening to Colette, as both girls were desperately fingering themselves while rubbing their hardened, tube-like nipples on the floor. "Buh-babe...?" was all Jack could muster to say amidst his confusion.

Upon hearing Jack's words, Naomi lifted her head, round ears wiggling in response to the sound. Colette briefly directed her hungry gaze over to him as well, but her brain reminded her that her own boyfriend was closer. She immediately turned around to the other groaning jock. "Oh, Stevie, papurri..." Colette and Naomi practically had to drag their top-heavy forms around, away from each other, in order to properly face their respective men. They were still fingering each other through their clothes.

"My cunt's itching something fierce, Daddy," Naomi breathed out huskily, drool practically cascading out of her mouth as she fixated laser-like sight on Jack's bulge. Both he and Steve wore tight sports clothes to the set under their jackets, so their gym shorts were more than accentuating their bulges.

"I need you so bad, Steve!" Colette suddenly screamed, making Steve struggle on whether taking a step back or forth. "Uungh... feeling so heavy, I wanna put my fat titties all over you, chuparte hasta que me des todo... COME ON!" she suddenly demanded, with fury so mighty she managed to pull the weight of her chemical-soaked boobs up.

Naomi was in the same boat, suddenly feeling so utterly needy, so incredibly backed up that she pulled herself up and started moaning like a slut before she could even deliver her own demands. With their hands holding up and fondling their noisily sloshing breasts, both girls stopped all too suddenly, seizing up before letting out loud concomitant moans: "I WANT YOUUUUU...!"

"Ahh!"

"Bwah!"

The boys were caught off guard by their girlfriends. Beyond the mood swings and the physical changes, they had not been expecting their enlarged nipples to throb and start blasting them with milk out of the blue. More liquid than any anthropomorphic mouse woman produces out of her breasts in a lifetime discharged in long and thick pairs of creamy streams, bathing Steve and Jack in surprisingly steamy and oddly sweet-scented dairy. The cameras and microphone setups, and the wireless speaker were knocked over, the music stopping thanks to short circuiting.

"Gak! You lactate now? Babe that is so hot!" Was what Steve would've said had he not been gagging as a result of his gaping jaw catching a good bunch of that hot milk down his throat. He and Jack didn't have much time to brace before they and the ground had become completely hosed by their super top heavy girlfriends. In the end they were left dripping with milk, with the girls' output lowering to a much less panic-inducing yet constant stream pouring down their thick nipples.

Jack was about to ask what the hell was going on, but before he could even take a step forwards, he felt a certain amount of unexpected weight down below slow him down. It was he and Steve's turn to feel tingling warmth, only instead of their chests the sensation traveled directly in the opposite direction: To their groins.

"Ohhh fuck...!" Steve had managed to clear his throat only for him to let out a moan as he doubled over, his legs unconsciously starting to spread as he felt pressure gather around his bulge. His shorts had been ready to get proverbially ruined by a premature climax, but ruination took on a literal sense when his package started to swell far larger than it should have been.

Both 19-year-old mouse men grunted at once, uselessly pawing at their spandex shorts' waistbands in an attempt to relieve the incarcerating pain of their manhood being crushed under the confines of their underwear. However, much like the girls before them, the same sensation wreaking havoc with their pleasure centers was causing them to pretty uselessly drum their digits on their muscled thighs to no avail. They were forced to watch their already celebrated bulges grow wider, far more uncomfortably bundled-up than they had consciously intended with their choice of garments.

"Fuck is up with my dick, man?!" Steve hollered in a panic, but Jack of course had no answer to their predicament, only moan-stuffed stammering that barely passed for intelligible sentences. Without the music, only the foursome's increasingly horny panting and the girls' dairy splashing was their new background noise. Soon enough however, the noise of stretching fabric aggressively took over. Spandex stretched until it could expand no more. The speedos underneath gave first, absolutely decimated by their bloating testicles and enlarging shafts. It wasn't long before the guys' immense endowments tore out messily, backed up pre splattering every which way.

"Mmnnghh! Fuck fuck fuck!" Jack howled in pleasure as he felt his freed phallus heavily bounce at an engorged foot of length. Pre-cum soaked spandex inevitably peeled off if it wasn't shaken off by the enhanced reproductive organ's mad throbbing. With what little arm strength he could muster, Jack and Steve grabbed their tremendous cocks, barely able to fit their entire grip around their respective new girth. "What is this freaky monster dick?!"

"A freaky monster dick, haha!" Steve laughed, his reaction a stark contrast to Jack's shock. "Look at this thing, dude! Put all porn stars out of a job is what it'll do! Ooonngh... gguuhh..." he grunted, his balls growing another size, having gone from overly taut baseballs to overly ripe grapefruits now. The pulsing veins running through his scrotum were glowing green, brightly shining with every pulse.

"Nnghh... goddamnit it to all fuck this feels so good...!" Jack finally broke, his fingers pressing down as hard as he could onto his violently twitching member. His concerns melted in tandem with his own nuts bloating out to a size equal to Steve's, with the same green veins pulsing. The overly endowed jocks' balls were extremely swollen, making loud noises even more visceral than the uncomfortable loudness of their bottoms bursting earlier. Each of those four testicles was now churning, gurgling, rocking what seemed like the mother of all loads in the making.

"GUUUHH! ....FUUUUUUCK...!"

"NNGHHAAAAA...!"

Steve and Jack came at once. The pleasure of their expanded penises was one thing, but the constant overstimulation of their testes pushing newly produced seed in ways that gonads weren't meant to do, almost as if they had been reformatted into sperm factories, pushed them over the edge. They both threw their head back with the same guttural howl of unadulterated bliss. And they didn't merely ejaculate; they erupted. Like a pair of fleshy volcanoes, their cock tips yawned, bulging urethras visible from even the outside as serious globs of hot mouse semen were pushed out. Their glans seemed to swell to almost twice its size, cock holes distending as a titanic hose down repaid the milk-laden mouse girls at the center of the abandoned janitorial station.

"Eee! So much!"

"Que carajo...?! Aaah..."

Until then utterly hypnotized by their boyfriends' respective swelling, the girls were in for a rude awakening when the veritable deluge of mouse cum fell upon them like biblical flooding. They were entirely covered, blasted even, from head to toe in the muskiest white-shower of their lives.

And when the flow ebbed, when the lewd discharge was inevitable over, the strangest thing happened. The boys were still rock hard. The girls had heavily squirted through their undergarments, yet they were licking the cum off their whiskers with clearly ravenous expressions on their faces. Steve and Jack weren't any different: They all had exactly the same thought in mind; the same thing they had come to do at this stupid fucking place to start with. And thus, without sparing a single thought about their situation whatsoever, the horny rodents pounced their horny girlfriends, ready to fuck each other's brains out.

Jack landed on Naomi and Steve on Colette, throwing themselves onto them like beasts rather than mice. Had they done this any other day, the girls would have been hopelessly crushed under such feral force, but their new endowments served as incredible pairs of cushioning devices to greet their males with. Such was the aroused desperation that neither Jack nor Steve bothered with stripping. They didn't even concern themselves with the fact their girls' abnormally swollen pussies were obstructed by clothing. In fact, those foot-longs soon became tools of demolition for their overly eager owners.

With his hands on Naomi's fat milky breasts, Jack gave her miniskirt exactly once chance at flapping out of the way. Then he just didn't care and hollered out a: "Fucking I need this pussy so bad!" before ramming himself in. Naomi moaned out like a whore after the split second it took for her animalistic boyfriend to not only stimulate her soaked cunny with the widened head of his cock, but to simply tear through her panties as if they had been made of wet tissue paper.

"Gaaauugh...! Juh-Jack! Oh fuck... like, what's happen... happening to you, baby...!?" Naomi cried out amidst stutters, squirming all around as she felt the immense shlong spear her through, filling out her vaginal tunnel with not only slick and thick mouse meat but part of the fabric of her panties the tool had fucked into her. "Guh-God...! I love it!"

"Ahhhhngh...! Steve, qué animal...!" Colette sang out sluttily. Steve's pelvic thrust he bored a hole in her shorts, his rock-hard dick having punched past denim and her flimsy thong as if they had been an after-thought. "Ohhh... Papi!" she whined, her boyfriend mounting her as she felt his tip battering against her cervix, "...give it to me...!"

"Fuck. Goddamn, tight bitch!" Steve usually got rowdy and crass in the middle of sex with Colette, but his new endowment and its heightened sensitivity seemed to conspire to bring out the worst in him. He smacked and slapped the pink-streaked blonde's tits, amusing himself with the shaking and jiggling, "Not gonna ask for more? Deeper? Want deeper, you slut?!" he eagerly roared, slipping his arms under Colette so that he could lift her up against him. With a violent thrust, he made Colette scream out when her cervix was assaulted with such fury her boyfriend's dick was soon hosing down her womb with his pre directly.

Naomi pulled up to kiss Jack. They each snarled into the other's mouths, tongues entwining as hot breath left them through the nostrils. Holding her by the hips, it wasn't very long before Jack's immense length had hilted into his girlfriend's bloated cunt, fucking her so replete of mouse junk her womb was also directly visited by meat before pre-gunk.

The girls didn't even need force applied to their tits for them to continue spraying that sweet-scented cream, continuously dribbling out of their nipples and further soaking the guys' tight shirts with them. Steve was the first to grasp one of those milk tanks to get his mouth around it, "Always knew you were a fat cow, baby!" he grinned and began suckling from the teat with a hungry growl.

"Ahhh... ahhnn...! Mu-muuuuu...!" the heavily aroused Colette played along, absolutely turned on by watching her boyfriend nurse off her like a famished newborn. In fact, she couldn't help but grow anxious and envious at the sight of her milk traveling down Steve's neck in bulges each time he gulped. Was it that good? She wondered. Colette had become so busty she had no problem nudging her free boob as close to her own mouth as she could before she could nip her own lactating teat to partake in the sweetness. She was instantly hooked. Neither she nor Steve could let go once they had started.

Seeing what was going on, Jack couldn't at all feel left out. He broke the kiss and immediately shoved Naomi's left breast against her face, urging her to drink as he took over the right. The four moaned all over those beautifully engorged jugs, the girls' hot milk pleasantly bubbling against their throats before it went down smoothly. There was little difference between it and the odd chemical bathing them from the loose piping above. In fact, there was little difference in bubbliness and heat between all those liquids and the guys' spooge.

Hips started moving like a flurry from one moment to the next. The milk and spooge soaked mat under the foursome got knocked all over as the boys rode their girls less like women and more like dumps for their glowing load-carrying nuts. They were getting more and more brutal, but the girls didn't seem to mind; in fact, they were encouraging them with slaps to their behinds and gropes to their arms and shoulders.

At first, it seemed like Steve was widening the hole in Colette's shorts with his brutal, fast humping. However, it was Colette that was an ill fit for her bottom clothes now. Her hips were beginning to widen, thighs and buttocks becoming thicker and meatier. Naomi's miniskirt had stopped flapping with each of Jack's savage thrusts, relegated instead to riding up along her swelling sides. Exposed to the strange chemicals bathing them for longer than the guys, the girls were starting to grow again. This time however, it wasn't merely their tits, or even their hips and ass on their own: They were starting to grow taller as well.

What had remained of Naomi's bra and Colette's bikini top snapped off like abused, aged rubber bands. Naomi's white thigh highs tore irregularly from the thighs down to her ankles, her shoes splitting apart around her enlarging feet. Colette's shorts were busting at the seams, becoming annihilated by her burgeoning hips and inflating ass cheeks, the toe straps of her sandals popping at her feet.

Horny as they were, the guys were unbothered by this. They could feel their moaning mouse sluts tearing through their now flimsy outfits and it somehow made them that much more eager to fuck. Their balls were further swelling with more and more seed, getting ready for their second coming. Having Naomi and Colette getting up to their height and overtaking them while also becoming curvier and curvier was making them fuck them with further reckless abandon.

Squelch. Glorp. Gllk.

The juices were flying all over, further increasing the mess of the gradually flooding janitorial station. The guys were hammering themselves in and out of their now 7ft. tall amazonian girlfriends, using their larger bodies as comfy, soft mattresses for them to lay on as they delivered pelvis-damaging thrusts. The only reason their messy plaps and juicy grinding dominated by the sound space was their mouths were completely stuffed with lactating boob flesh.

Curves expanded slightly faster than the rest of the girl's bodies. By eight feet tall they were well on their way to achieving exaggerated hourglass figures any woman would be envious off. Their breasts were soon half again as big as their own heads each, allowing their boyfriends' heads to practically sink into them. Their hips flared out magnificently, notably sticking out far beyond the width of their shoulders. Plumped up thighs allowed them to not only cushion the impact of those brutes smashing themselves into them, but also provide additional friction for their mighty shafts that were now comfortably if snugly fitting inside their abused temples.

Now that they were also getting a chemical shower though, the guys didn't take long in starting to catch up with their massive babes. Jack and Steve's bodies were joining in the expansion, with their muscles receiving the first set of upgrades.

Deltoids, biceps, triceps and pectorals bulked up, the once muscular athletes starting to buff up with every delivered thrusts. It was almost like every time their fat balls struck their girls' extra thick asses, oceans of testosterone were released into their systems, promoting overall muscular growth. Jack's shirt bulged at the sleeves, spherical biceps causing them to explode. Steve's tank top's straps snapped at his broadening shoulders. Swelling torsos tore through now flimsy fabric, and their increasingly thicker and bulkier legs would've no doubt destroyed their spandex shorts had that not been taken care of by their oversized penises already. What little tatters had remained around their hips seemed to peel off their widening sides much like how their footwear split and slid off their enlarging feet. They were turning into massive hunks, emphasis on massive because they were also getting tall alongside their girls!

Jack and Steve howled deeply into their girls' bosoms as they stretched taller, beefier, more powerful. Soon the difference between their recently achieved 7ft. of height and the girls' significant head-to-toe 10 came to be entirely meaningless thanks to how much stronger the super studs were becoming. The boys weren't mice any longer: They were monstrously masculine men that could have snapped steel barehanded and kicked a wooden table to splinters with their tree trunk-like legs. Much like how the girls' hips had widened to exceedingly feminine proportions, their shoulders matched them in order to accommodate their much more immense limbs. This allowed them to manhandle Naomi and Colette as if they hadn't already doubled their original size.

The girls weren't looking like amateur porn actresses anymore. Their exaggerated hourglass curvy figures with head-dwarfing tits and tremendously huge asses had left them veritable goddesses with equally mighty cum-vacuuming holes. They couldn't resist their incredibly growing studs, humping away at them with noisy, wet splashes from all the juices, cum, milk and chemicals surrounding them. The growing four were so horny in fact that even their tails were starting to go rigid before pulsing and curling in delight, swishing about with newfound dexterity that they started using to smack and feel each other in places their hands weren't already busy with.

With their beefed-up Herculean boyfriends going all out with their devastating pelvic strength, even though the girls' plushness was shielding them from any pain the steadily shrinking old janitor's office shook before their powerful fucking. The area was filling up with horny, growing sexy mice. They couldn't stop themselves: The larger their bodies got the more liquid they soaked up. And with the tainted cum and milk they were constantly producing and absorbing, they were rapidly locking themselves in a feedback loop of expansion and growth. Because of this, it didn't take long for them to begin running out of room.

Backs slid against the flooded floor as the girls grew even faster, already passing fifteen feet tall and steadily picking up. Colette and Naomi each hit a wall on opposite sides, forced to sit up on their comfortably fattened up ass cheeks. Their legs grew parallel next to each other's, their feet starting to knock against and soon demolishing the walls besides their fellow mini-giantess.

And all the while, the 10ft. tall Jack and Steve had both turned into Atlas, holding one of their respective girl's tits to avoid their teats from slipping off their nursing mouths at all costs. The walls behind them cracked with every powerful thrust of their muscled hips, their dicks already past the two-foot mark in order to remain lodged within the god-like mice's wombs. In no time at all, the abandoned office was full of ass and legs so thick they would have been able to bury cars underneath them. Meanwhile, Steve and Jack's green veined scrotums pulsed tautly around their respective testicles, so swollen and overgrown they were forcing their legs apart, hanging all the way down to their knees and still smacking loudly against Naomi's and Colette's asses with each thrust.

Soon, the girls were hitting their heads up against the ceiling, with the guys rapidly catching up to them and doing the same. The abused surface cracked, then fissured, and soon enough gave against the four giants growing through it. Bigger and bigger the horny foursome grew, fucking and nursing themselves bigger, sexier, more potent, more virile, hornier, messier. The guys ejaculated at full force into their girlfriends, making them not only cum with them, but also blast all four of their mouths at once with additional milk, prompting their bodies to surge with size all at once. It wasn't long before the fifth basement floor was taken over by their bodies, four 20ft. tall mice outgrowing themselves into the next basement floor with them becoming wedged between tits and shoulders.

They wiggled uncomfortably, their bodies so large and powerful that damaged concrete began to rain all around the sides of their gigantic selves. All that brutish movement by them all finally managed to knock those nipples out of their mouths, allowing them not only a gasp of fresh breath air but the chance to vociferate.

"FUCK!"

"AHH... CARAJO...!"

"GODDAMNIT THIS FEELS GOOD!"

"NNGHHAAAAH!"

Jack was the one who got tired of their confines the earliest, using his newfound strength to tear through concrete with his thicker arms in order to widen the hole they had grown through. Steve, Naomi and Colette joined in destroying the fourth basement floor, allowing them a new and bigger room to admire each other in.

Grunting as he threw an entire row of old work stations through two offices, Steve was relieved to finally be able to stand up again. His dick was practically hiding 90% of Colette's face, still hard even after having ejaculated for the second consecutive time since they had started. He didn't seem concerned with his height or his monstrous new strength; all he could care about was that pretty, lust-hazed eye to the right of his dick.

"Stevie..." Colette moaned needily, "I'm thirsty."

"You thirsty too, babe?" Jack smirked as he fondled his own balls, looming over a rapidly nodding Naomi. Thanks to the strange neon glow in their balls, it was all too easy for them to see just how famished those ultra-thick goddesses were. They needed more dick. The boys were going to give the more dick.

"Mmph!"

"Mmn... gllk...!"

Messy, wet penetrative noises drowned out the two enlarged women's grunts as their cheeks puffed out jaw-splitting amounts of dick meat. Naomi and Colette were used to holding their dicks hostage balls-deep, yet now those green-veined fuck sticks were still several feet out and their tips were already making out with the back of their throats. Fortunately for the visually overwhelmed girls, they were beyond any regular complications the average female would have. Their esophagi seemed to be contorting and stretching in response to the greedy need for more mouse cock, flexing around Jack and Steve's tools and bending them at just the right angle to enable them to cram as much of them as they could.

"Guh-God, fuck! Since when are you such a thirsty slut, Naomi? This is fucking great!" Jack roared with satisfaction, his tail whipping behind him in animated arcs. As Naomi blushed and moaned at him, he rested his hands on her head and rubbed at the base of her ears, making her squirm; he knew his babe's most powerful erogenous zones.

Colette wasn't such an endearing mousey with the ear thing. She was just as happy with Steve using them as handles to fuck her face as he had turned to doing. However, what she lacked in unconventional sensitivity she seemed to have gained at her chest. Colette had never in her nineteen years of life had thought once that lactation could feel so good. Her nipples were in constant euphoria, milk ducts stretched out for that sickeningly sweet cream to pour out of. Yet now that the guys were so far away from their tits and her own mouth was occupied, the fleshy nubs' constant tingling after receiving so much stimulation earlier was starting to become an annoyance; a forlorn sensation and need for attention.

As she chugged Steve's precum by the gallon, Colette's hands crept up over the gigantic orbs covering her chest. Colette gripped them as hard as her relatively petite grip allowed her to, but it wasn't enough. Her nipples were burning for attention. She grabbed at her teats, pressing her digits in, enveloping them between thumbs and indexes in order to pull at them but all she managed to do was drive herself crazier with the bursts of dairy she shot at Steve's knees and balls. It wasn't enough. The distended ducts were itching from within. So instinctively, Colette sank both her index fingertips into her own nipples. Initial pain dissipated almost instantly as she forced the fleshy tunnels to expand with the intrusion of her milk-lubricated fingers, forcing her nipples open for her to finger them amidst the ever increasing flow of breastmilk. Had she not been pleasantly choking on Steve's dick the way she was, Colette would've let out the dreamiest of sighs when she discovered the pleasure of fingering her own nipples.

Jack's excitement seemed to have grown with him. Gone were those obstructive thoughts and worries from earlier when he had seen his dick burst out of his shorts, four sudden inches bigger. He was now a titanic behemoth of raw masculinity utterly devastating his sexy and equally massive girlfriend's oral tract. It was enough to send his tail on a swishing frenzy. The appendage was bulging irregularly, as if it was being pumped, yet its dexterity had improved prehensility. Almost like a snake his long tail went around his muscular legs, heading down towards his girlfriend's hips.

Jack was too focused on Naomi's slutty, cock-stuffed expression to pay his newly prehensile tail any mind. However, his mind didn't seem necessary for the extremity to make way where it seemed to want to go. It curled around Naomi's butt, grazing the base of her own tail before the tip bulged several sizes thicker. With rigid conviction, Jack's tail shoved itself up Naomi's asshole, the sudden spread causing the girl to scream around Jack's cock.

Almost as if in response, Naomi's tail shot up rigidly, bulging irregularly much like Jack's tail had. Although all Naomi was doing was attempting to process the two insane insertions her body was going through, her appendage snuck under her and dexterously climbed her boyfriend, toying with his muscular ass cheeks for only a couple seconds before returning the same kind of penetration.

Without any impediment in his speech, Jack cried out in surprise, but his surprise was only exacerbated when he heard Steve grunting out loud. "Shit girl, I was only playin'...!" Steve wiggled his thick hips about, his own tail inserted in Colette's voluminous behind as well. What little of his manly thoughts that remained urged him to get Colette's tail out of his tailpipe, but to no avail. Colette had never managed to get her boyfriend to let her give him a rimming once, and now that her tail was pumping deep enough to stimulate his prostate it was an undeniable flash of bliss he could no longer fight. "FUCK! Get in there, bitch!" Steve soon clenched, redoubling his face-fucking efforts at an overjoyed Colette.

Fortunately for Jack, he already had had this kind of anal stimulation from Naomi in the past; nothing that he would've admitted to Steve; but certainly what had prepared him for this level of penetration. The part of him that could still think about anything but blowing his load was thankful Naomi was muted with dick; since she liked to be vocal about playing with her boyfriend's behind.

And although silenced, Naomi's horniness was palpable. Her loose golden locks shook every which way as she bobbed her head to suck her thick boy off. Moaning all around his dick, excited about getting her ass fucked by his bloated and pulsing tail, Naomi reached back to grasp at her caked up behind. She had always envied thong-models for their bubble butts, wondering just what it would be like for her gluts to be this meaty and round. She estimated that even if she had three hands at this point she wouldn't be able to cover just one of her inflated cheeks. And yet that only made her feel hotter, sexier. She spanked herself, groping herself so much that her cunt started squirting, prompting her to start abusing her clit with pinches and her hole with everything but her thumb. Naomi's libido had always been high, but it was the first time in her life when she would've called herself a depraved fucking slut. She was loving it.

The giants' moans couldn't have been louder, especially the males. Their growth was making their voices deeper, like rumbling baritones capable of making the two whole basement floors they were occupying and the one they were steadily approaching shake. Their devious acts had blinded them to the fact they were already running out of room in the space they had created. With the boys' backs grinding against and bursting through several more walls, inter-floor piping was starting to bend and burst. The mess of chemicals at the four giants' feet and knees wasn't the only dosage any longer; they were now getting bathed in it from the sides as well, making their expansion pick up the pace!

Naomi and Colette already could feel their asses pressing up against each other, with their faces getting smothered by Jack and Steve's steely eight-packs as their huge males tore the ceiling of the next floor with their heads, their pectorals smashing into one another's. Again, they started tearing everything in their way down in order to give themselves extra space. They kicked their messy legs about as much as their stuffed anuses allowed them, using their feet to stomp down the walling in the fifth basement floor as their hips and torsos filled the fourth.

"Shit! Running out of room!" Steve complained with another groan of pleasure. Jack joined him in the guttural sounds of pure bliss, unable to stop the rising levels of arousal as they pounded and got pounded in return. The girls were already cumming, their tits jiggling obscenely every time they got struck or even lightly brushed by the boys' bloated nuts. "Nnghh... fuuuuck. Gonna...! Ahhh!"

"Nnghhaaaaa...!" Jack threw his head back, loudly banging it against the walls of the third basement floor hallways. Concrete and more piping collapsed with old wiring snapping under the pressure. He had hit his orgasm again.

Both girls' cheeks swelled and inflated like gluttonous chipmunk's suddenly. There was simply so much seed pouring out of those bitch breaking mouse cocks that the loads more than filled their stomachs out. Jack and Steve were so deep in their throats the girls had become unable to even taste jizz. Instead, they felt it stretch out their guts, deforming their bellies into a domed out shape that simply couldn't contain the sheer volumes being forced inside. And thus what couldn't remain contained was instead sent back up. Sweet, gooey semen blasted out of Colette and Naomi through their nostrils and even through the slight crevices between their lips and the guys' dicks. Gulping down the monstrous ejaculations had become so impossible and the pressure of ejection so high the girls got knocked back into one another, and the guys forced to take a couple of wall-demolishing steps backwards, thus separating each tail from its penetrated hole.

"Ahhhhn...!"

"Mmmm...!"

With their mouths freed, the girls were finally able to speak out their bliss with cum-dribbling lips in the form of whorish, spooge-worshipping moans. Steve and Jack hosed them down once again with their man-milk, prompting the curvaceous growing sluts to bathe in it, forgetting what they were doing in favor of basking in the manly essence.

Tide soon ebbing, the guys were no less hard than they had been. In fact, their eyes were glowing green much like the pulsing veins in their sacks, the girls' emerald-turned irises positively shining as well. Colette was the first one to desperately call out: "Mis tetitas...!" she begged in her native language, shuffling past Naomi while returning to finger her fat dripping nipples, "My titties!" she repeated, this time in accented English, "Please!" she offered them out at the studs with cum-dripping erections, "Fuck them! I can't feel my fingers anymore...!"

It didn't take very long for Steve and Jack to acquiesce. They didn't even question it. Both swollen studs practically bowled Naomi over, the forgotten mouse girl squeaking in frustration. Each muscle bound mouse man lifted one breast up, knocking Colette's hands away. She and Naomi had grown so busty their tits were more than twice the size of their heads each, so Jack or Steve needed both hands to hold them up properly. They didn't even gauge or prepare, aiming their throbbing hard-ons at the streaked blonde's dripping nipples before pushing in.

Colette let out a deafening scream. Her fingers had worked on the elasticity of her insides, but they had certainly not been prepared or even configured to take insertions this large. Amidst the fog of her devilish arousal she was able to tell their manhood had become far bigger than before. It was hard to think about numbers, especially when they were nearly three stories tall, but Jack and Steve were beyond gifted with their endowments; they were well on their way to being as big as her own arm was long! And they were forcing them inside of her big fat milkers, pushing open the holes where only milk was supposed to come out of only to block them with musky mouse cock.

Glorp. Slosh. The grind was messy and loud, the guys packing so much penile length they were immediately met with resistance. As a result, only a fourth of their cocks had been swallowed by Colette's breasts and soon enough the studs were fucking them with shallow and powerful thrusts.

The forgotten Naomi got up to her knees with four pairs of fingers stretching her vagina open, not even fingering herself, but scratching as if she was dealing with an incredibly persistent rash. She started sobbing, crying needily, and turned to anger as she clambered over Colette's back and, jealous of all the attention her fellow goddess was getting, threw her arms around the two studs in front of her. With surprising strength, Naomi pulled both Steve and Jack in to invade their mouths with her constantly creaming teats. "Milk me! Milk me, nurse from me! I'm a mouse-cow, mooo!" she demanded out loud, starting to slide down with her ass cheeks engulfing Colette's head.

And they drank. Their lips nursed with the strength of industrial vacuums, making Naomi tremble and squirt. "Gaaahhh... oooughh yessss...! More!" she shouted, jabbing her tail into her own muff for additional stimulation. Naomi hissed when her pleas for more were obeyed not only by her own tail but the other three as well. "AHH!" she screamed with Colette's tail coming up to join her own, "NNGHH! NNGHHAAAA...!" she howled in bliss when Jack and Steve's pushed their way into her over-stuffed cunt, stretching her out so much her legs ended spread out into a split. "Suh-suh-so muuuuch...!" she stammered out, feeling her distended gut slosh with the four irregularly pulsing tendril-like tails inside of her.

The boys fucked and nursed like there was no tomorrow. And when they came, they bloated Colette's tits another size with their third loads. She climaxed even harder, but Naomi was veritably dousing them in mouse girl juice. It wasn't only nursing and a four-way tail penetration; with her ass in Colette's face, the other girl was starting to tongue-pound Naomi's stretched asshole as well. It was simply too much, and soon enough Naomi started to slip off, splashing the flood of chemicals and sex juices covering up to the boys' ankles.

They were far from done. With Colette's tits bloated and stretched, Jack and Steve immediately looked over to Naomi's untouched udders. Shlllk. They abandoned Colette, heading over to Naomi and turned her around on her back, kneeling at each of her sides.

"Nnghh... ahhh, are you gonna...?" Naomi didn't even get the opportunity to ask. They each grabbed her one of her tits as if it was a basketball sticking out of her chest and rammed themselves against her teats. She moaned out loud, her nipples one-hundred-percent not prepared for insertion. The guys clumsily bounced off at first, but they attempted again. And again until they had inserted themselves into Naomi's milk factories. There was a loud, messy glorp quickly obfuscated by Naomi's cry of delight when her breasts were invaded by the eager mouse men. "Nnnghhaaaa...! Ggguuhhh... it feels soo goooood...!"

They didn't waste a moment in humping those bloated mouse tits, watching them expand with all the milk they were trying to put out forced to accumulate and play nice with their invasive pre. Colette, desperate for more attention, crawled over to the threesome, moaning as she slurped the sweet and musky goop at their feet on the way. The tremendous weight of her cum and milk filled breasts made her lack the strength to do any climbing, but she still clung to Naomi's thigh and took notice of her overly stretched pussy, prolapsing after the intense tail quartet devastating it more than any dick ever could.

With goop dripping off her grinning face and nipples, Colette balled her hand into a fist and drove it into that meaty hole, wanting to feel all the messy juice around her arm. It squelched noisily, making Naomi cry out even louder than she already was. She was getting devastated in three holes at once, and Colette seemed pretty determined in jamming her fist as far inside of her as she could. Naomi burst with juices once again, covering Colette in juices that she leaned in to slurp right around the base of her elbow.

Again, Jack and Steve roared like thunder, and came inside of Naomi. Their balls were already as big as Colette's breasts, pulsing and beating like a heart. They gurgled and proceeded to force Naomi to catch up to the super-sized sphere club, cumming her tits fatter until they matched Colette's. At that point they had cum so much so hard the guys unwittingly shoved themselves away thanks to the pressure of their beastly ejaculation, finally knocking them down on their asses.

Bigger and bigger the panting, groaning freaky foursome grew, constantly exposed to and absorbing more and more of those chemicals splashing them from every direction at once. Already reaching 40ft. tall, the facility's basement was crumbling apart with the advance of their bodies, turning what used to be a complex four layers of winding hallways and offices into a crater half-way filled by jizz, milk and sweat.

Jack and Steve had grown equipped with musculature so thick it would've been a miracle for them to get up and walk; not only due to arms as thick as and legs wider than their torsos, but the colossal dicks and balls they were sporting. Naomi and Colette were stuck with those tits three times the size of their heads each, with asses so fat it was impossible to see their holes from behind and legs having grown utterly massive in order to allow the most basic mobility.

They weren't using words any longer, only deep groans and squeaky moans. As they panted, the saliva they drooled didn't look transparent anymore, but just as creamy and goopy as their sexual fluids did. Although they had come so hard and frequently, the leg-sized cocks sticking out from the boyfriends' crotches were utterly turgid, and much like the girlfriends' nipples they would not stop spurting out their mess.

This time, they exchanged partners. Colette went after Jack's dick while Naomi dragged her bloated tits over to Steve. Half-lidded green-glowing eyes fixated on the studs' gargantuan members; they had to worship those supersized icons of manliness. It was slow, but the girls managed to climb their busty forms over the male titans' beefy legs, pressing their balls down with their palms for support as they brought those laden, lactating boobs towards the towers of dick meat in front of them.

With an overwhelming amount of effort, the girls were finally positioned in a way that allowed them to wrap their cleavage around their alternated partners. Usually there would be quipping and bartering whenever this happened on camera. A diminishing part of their brains prompted Naomi and Steve exchange lewd glances with Jack and Colette doing the same, but they were soon focused only what was ahead of them.

More goop cascaded out of the macro mice's mouths as they looked at what they wanted the most right then. The guys looked down eagerly at those titanic breasts engulfing their laps with such loud squishiness, moving their hands in tandem to grab and fondle the bloated tits. Although their intention was to get those lactating breasts close to their thirsty lips, not even their thick muscles seemed competent enough to pull the girls off their dicks. The giantesses were utterly fixated on their messy cum-hoses, grabbing the underside of their breasts the guys couldn't reach to apply not only their massive weight but also their comparable strength into keeping themselves kneeling on the male's balls. This pressure only managed to get their faces and round shelves completely drenched.

With angry, starved squeaks, the girls sealed the deal by ramming those dick tips up their mouths once again until they were kissing the top of their respective boobs. Their arms situated at the upper part of their prodigious bosoms, hugging and squeezing in order to milk those twitching cocks. The following pre-guzzling was so intense that it was all Jack and Steve could do to prevent creaming themselves almost instantly. In the end they couldn't bear the aggressive milking and blew another colossal meal for the cum-starved women to grow larger off.

Before the giants' lust-fogged vision, their girls were becoming even bustier, even curvier, their hips becoming many times the width of their shoulders as their rumps grew so thick they began to spill down over the guys' balls and started smothering their legs. Between their positioning and their thicker proportions, they were getting the brunt of the chemical wash again, on top of what they were drinking. Their already oversized racks inflated so ludicrously huge they began to make impressively titanic dicks disappear into their cavernous softness. The giantesses were threatening to engulf their suddenly lesser men.

The final basement floor above them was already shuddering with Jack and Steve's ultra-deep, masculine groans of pleasure at being so thoroughly drained. Other than fondling their girls' tits, they could only sit down with their legs constantly getting pushed apart by their ever-fattening sacs. Their testicles had become so utterly swollen with altered mouse jizz that they were hanging below their knees by now.

Colette was too busy milking herself and Jack with her mammaries, but Naomi spared some time to grope Steve's completely unwieldly balls in order to stimulate him further. As if attempting to compensate for their lack of activity, the males' tails snuck under the straddling mousettes, swelling and plunging themselves into their cunts to make them squirt even harder. But the girls were simply ravenous for pleasure, and that penetration only served to wake their own tails up. The girls' appendages curled up, tips bulging oddly before plunging into their owners' ass cracks, deeply excavating until Colette and Naomi were violating their own assholes with their tails and bringing themselves to orgasm over and over and over.

This time, it was the girls who tore through the ceiling as they ascended to 40ft. tall with their boyfriends lagging behind both in height and weight. And after making the boys cum again down their throats, they finally pushed themselves off. All that anal stimulation had served to awaken a new need in the moaning, whorish monsters.

The facility was crumbling apart around them. All those neatly arranged hallways and abandoned offices burst apart with glass raining around them. Concrete and metal debris harmlessly bounded off the giants' curves and muscles as they noisily shifted and broke through every single obstacle in their way. All that mattered to the girls now that their tails had decided to vacate their tail holes was to stuff themselves with bigger and better cocks.

Clumsily they each fed a giant with their giant breasts until the males had become nice and big for them, matching them in height while making their dicks so enormous they now stuck out longer than their own legs by a fair margin. Jack and Steve bulged unnaturally with gargantuan muscles, energized and ready for yet another fuck. Satisfied, the girls pushed themselves away a little too hard, dislodging themselves from the males' tails and ending up rolling their ridiculously voluminous forms over their original partners.

Using their vastly Herculean strength, Jack grabbed Naomi by her now stubby and overly thick legs before turning her around to grace his sight with a backside so thick that, were Naomi still her original sight, would've been able to swallow a person. Steve made the chemical plant shudder with his weight as he stomped towards Colette, using his leviathanic member to smack her into place, making the giantess squeal as her ass cheeks wobbled impatiently.

It was almost like beyond the need for words, the four chemically-enhanced mice had lost any need to communicate at all. From the moment that tainted milk had arrived once more at their respective bellies and further improved their physical attributes, the boys knew those fat asses wanted a monumentally harsh fuck. And they set out to deliver in kind.

Instead of merely penetrating, Jack and Steve had the exact same idea, smacking their dicks down onto those ass cracks with enough force to make the girls squeak needily. They grabbed their respective girl by the ankles and with a strong tug pulled them in, roaring out as the cracks gobbled their dicks down. Naomi and Colette both screamed out, sputtering cum out of their lips as they felt their rectums utterly violated, stretched well beyond their limits by dicks that could have never been used for natural breeding. Their anuses had no choice but to violently wrap around those chemically enhanced sperm cannons, rectal muscles flexing and massaging those beastly shafts to thoroughly milk them for all they had.

Weight had been so much on hilting that the boys collapsed forwards on their knees, pushing and sliding their big gutted butt sluts across the flooded lowest floors until Naomi and Colette ended pushed against each other. Upon seeing each other, they briefly shared a smile. The same seductively inviting smile they had shared back when they had started making out before this sexy mess had started.

Colette and Naomi weren't amateur porn stars any longer. They were now incredibly thick fertility goddesses reaching the 50ft. tall mark, getting their asses railed from behind by their incredibly potent boyfriends that they couldn't tell from walls of beef and balls anymore. Vapid giggling left their smiling lips, as if reveling in the barest hint of conscious acknowledgment of what a fantastic situation this was for them. Watching their tits wobble between them, they seemed to realize everything turned them on so much they couldn't handle it any longer.

As the giants butt fucked them stupid, the giantesses began to make out while inserting each other's cunts with their elongated tails. Yet again, as if on the same wireless information network, the males' tails responded by adding themselves to the pussy of the girl they were currently wrecking. It was almost like every sexual act they performed deserved to be complemented in any way possible without wasting their potential.

After noisily, wetly frenching like no one else's business, Colette and Naomi each dug for one of the other's breast and stuck their face-sized nipples into their mouths to suck on the very tip, getting themselves fed with more of their deliciously sweet nectar. They only wished to get bigger and sexier now. That was the greatest pleasure of all.

Steve and Jack were cumming nonstop by now. They had stopped holding the girls' legs, which were now bouncing atop their nuts. Those balls had gotten so swollen they were submerged in the goopy mess below them, serving as the equivalent of overinflated yoga balls for their girlfriends to lie on while they got fucked. The guys, too, wished to feel the pleasure of growth increase, and they knew that with their dicks occupied all they had left was their udders; of which fortunately were one left for each of them.

Thus, with their freed hands the giants reached around their girl to take possession of their neglected breast, so enormous they had to be lifted with all their might, and twisted them around to make their nipples face them. This way, each mouse had a teat in their mouth and the feasting and wild penetration continued uninterrupted. Not even the first basement floor ceiling could stop their immense growth.

Since Naomi and Colette were utterly feasting from not only the boys' semen but their own milk, it didn't take long for them to once again grow in strides. They moaned into each other's breasts as the ceiling broke against their heads. A metallic groan from above warned one of the many chemical vats of the main chamber above was in the way, but they didn't care. The chemicals rained down upon Colette and Naomi, once again bathing them and their boyfriends in that sweet-scented goop as they were caught in the splash zone. It soaked in through their fur, their nostrils, the little spaces between their lips and the nipples they were nursing. The boys got hit too as they approached the ceiling as well, but they weren't growing nearly as fast as the girls were.

It didn't take long for the difference to become exceedingly clear between the males and females. For every foot of height Steve and Jack achieved, Naomi and Colette added ten more. By the time the boys were even so slightly crossing over 55ft. tall, the girls had already effectively doubled their height! The main chamber of the plant was soon filled with both eagerly nursing girls growing up against surrounding vats, squeezing their men against the impossibly hefty asses at their backsides.

Jack and Steve were soon unable to keep up, their mouths forced to spit out nipples far too big for their comparatively tiny mouths to keep in. All they could do was growl and thrash against the obscenely fat 'cheeks pressing them against the chemical vats. Their dicks, big as they were, could not feel any proper tightness surrounding them anymore now that Colette and Naomi had not only become giant from their perspective in addition to even thicker. Soon enough all the boys could see was a piling amount of rump meat ever rising like a couple of mountains threatening to crush them.

But before they could get crushed, Jack roared out and pushed back against Naomi. His refusal to allow Naomi to overtake him was shared by Steve with Colette. They began to shove with their bulging arms, muscles growing and growing until they began to throb and inflate. Their delts and biceps were first, showing signs of deformation as they flexed unnaturally like their newly prehensile tails.

Suddenly, the aberrantly shaking skin underneath began to shift before it burst with a loud squelch. Red, slick, tendril-like appendages began to emerge from the men's arms, growing several dozen feet long and wiggling with unsettling motions mimicking worms. Jack and Steve's oversized arms had begun exploding with uneven, random growths, generating more growing tendrils that started to wrap around the unsuspecting Naomi and Colette.

Using their newfound extremities, the mutating mouse studs started to squeeze and penetrate the girls' tits, reaching out with their deforming arms as muscle and sinew came undone in favor of more and more tentacles. Their backs started swelling before additional masses of the writhing things exploded out, joining their and the girls' tails in defiling and overly stretching their pussies. The usage of those tendrils seemed to derive pleasure, as soon enough both studs had resumed their eager butt-fucking, eyes rolling back into their heads as they mindlessly continued to ravage their respective lady.

Meanwhile, the ladies couldn't have been happier. They were simply too far gone in their raging hormonal storm to even pay attention to the way their once handsome boys were starting to split open everywhere in their bodies, producing additional tentacles from their sides, their legs, even their mouths and eye sockets. All to better reach around and handle the enlarging giantesses. The mutating process exacerbated to such a point it was impossible to tell Jack and Steve from people anymore. The giantesses were gladly sucking their tentacles in through each available hole.

Inevitably, more tentacle mass than men, Jack and Steve's bodies began collapsing against each girl's ass. Some tendrils broke off their point of origin, worming their way into Colette and Naomi via their available nipples, nostrils and the wedges in their assholes and vaginas; like bits and pieces of the boys wanted to feed themselves into the girls.

By then, Jack and Steve had long stopped humping, their hands and knees having sunk into the wobbling buttocks ahead of them as if the giant mouse girls had become quicksand. Their remains soon followed, getting fully absorbed by the colossal lesbians.

Naomi and Colette couldn't stop screaming into each other's breasts. The pleasure at their behinds was indescribable. As they unwittingly devoured their melting boyfriends, the tentacles which fused with them transferred to the mouse girls' backs. Soon enough, they were pleasuring themselves with their permanently borrowed extremities.

Although Naomi and Colette didn't even realize what they had done, they were already masterfully violating each other with their innumerable back tendrils. Without a dick to fuck their asses with, they inserted no less than five wrist-thick appendages into their tail holes in order to smash each other's empty rectal tunnels. They stopped nursing when they felt the even greater anal pleasure, gasping out in bliss which allowed more tentacles to swoop in and deep-throat them while the rest brutally stuffed their nipples. Soon their glowing green eyes were tearing up with white goop, their voluptuously fattened up bodies trembling all over. The girls were paralyzed with pleasure and shock. And that's when their forms became further altered.

It happened to Naomi first. Her head very lightly turned to the right, as if her goop-blocked eyes were attempting to look down at her bulging right shoulder. Something was pushing up against the deltoid muscle, making her shoulder pulsate and expand like a deformed fluffy ball. The flesh beneath became twisted, horribly stretching without separating from Naomi. Once her right shoulder blade had nearly tripled its size, an obscenely loud wet tearing noise echoed out into the main chamber. Naomi could only let out a tentacle-muffled scream.

Fur began to fall off around the affected area with her skin splitting horizontally at the front. The slit began to push open with grotesquely slimy film slowly sliding away and revealing what seemed to be an initially transparent orb. The slit closed and opened multiple times. Smack. Smack. Smack. With each repetition, the glossy sphere filled with a sickly yellow, pus-like color. At the center appeared a black dot which distended and shrank. With reddish, irritated veins running under its swollen cornea, a monstrous, head-sized eyeball had grown out of Naomi's shoulder. With Naomi blinded by the goop filling her tear ducts, her new eye darted in every which direction, as if the vestiges of consciousness that remained in Naomi were trying to make sense of what was happening through it.

Colette joined the horror when her stuffed cheeks began to swell out beyond their limits. She had at one point during this strange romp thought she was going to have to get used to having her face turned into a chipmunk's every time she would nurse her boyfriend's mega dick from now on. However, the sizes her chops were attaining defied the limited space of her visage. Soon, they were pushing not only out but also up and down as well, smothering her tentacle-stuffed mouth and the underside of her blinded eyes. Bigger and bigger the mouse girl's face was stretched, contorting until the skin could no longer hold and began to tear. The cheeks were bulging and deflating continuously at that point, as if something was pushing to come out.

It turned out what wanted to come out all along was air. The moment Colette's face tore open, her screams of terror shot out from the two new holes in it. New tongues and teeth became visible, oral muscles lolling out as those two additional maws stretched open as far as they could to amplify the tortured hollers. "Aaaaaah! Ahhhh!! AHHHHHHH...!" Colette could only yell and moan, her arms flailing beside making her jiggle all over.

Naomi's giant shoulder eyeball snapped to Colette's deformed face. The screams coming from both ugly maws irritated her, the yellow of her irises pulsing red for a moment. Her arms pushed out intending to silence the screams with her hands. However, halfway to Colette's head her digits started to twist and morph, elongating and fusing together into additional tendrils that allowed Naomi to ram them down Colette's throats.

Instinct guided Colette's response, her arms suddenly falling off as if they had always been detachable at the joints. From the stumps grew five tendrils at each side, lurching forth to wrap around Naomi, hugging her closer and closer. The pressure made Naomi's bloated body spill through the cracks between each appendage. More fur fell off from the egregiously overflowing flesh, further swelling until it popped like a zit. And from the remains, additional, irritated, pus-filled eyes emerged.

The main chamber was getting filled up by these two monsters. Vats that didn't get upended and knocked over disappeared under their asses. Their heads steadily were approaching the 200ft. tall ceiling. And the taller they grew, the more their bodies continued changing for the worse. Hair and fur was starting to fall off their bodies. Soon it wasn't only Naomi that was shedding her fur, Colette and her ending bald and with exposed dermis, essentially leaving the two growing mice like two heavily deformed naked mole rats.

They each screamed loudly into the tentacles raping their mouths as they felt more tendrils escaping through places that weren't meant to be appendage exits at all. They came out of their ears, their nostrils, Naomi's armpits, Colette's navel, their feet. More eyes rapidly made their appearance on both mutants, covering their expanding, monstrous forms with more lenses to view their fantastic transformation through. Each and every one of those new eyes started crying goop at what they saw.

From there, it didn't take long for the rapid mutations to tear up what remained of biological integrity. The skin on the former mouse girls was turning red, boiling, literally melting in the span of seconds. To Colette and Naomi's fading consciousness, this was the biggest bliss of all: Sweet release.

Losing all shape as if their bones had been removed, they turned goopy and messy, like runny play dough. The bloated, boiling bodies started to fall apart into each other. A disgusting mass of tentacles and eyes formed from the eventual fusion. And, brainless as it was, it continued to move.

The squirming tentacles had nothing to penetrate, nothing to wet themselves with; the disgusting slop at the bottom floors of the facility had all but been soaked up. Without higher brain function, some tentacles slammed around, crushing the catwalks circling the main chamber, hitting walls, demolishing entrances, even knocking some gates loose; just like a rampaging beast.

Still hungry for more, instinct guided the gelatinous beast to use its countless eyes to help direct its extremities. Numerous tentacles snapped at whatever piping it could find and the vats which still had more chemicals in them. They ripped the piping apart from every which direction, releasing more chemical refuse to absorb like a sponge. But this wasn't fast enough for the creature. It made some of the tentacles distend at the tips, to open like hoses that it used to latch onto holes and dip into the vats. Large bulges traveled through the tentacles in the direction of the swelling creature, further promoting its ugly expansion into covering more and more of the old abandoned chemical plant.

Content with its source of nourishment, the blob's rampage came to an end and it focused entirely on draining the facility for its own benefit. Like a steadily beating set of organs, it steadily grew larger and larger with every pulse...

The drive through Silvercoast's Keller district was a straight shot during the night. Thursdays were still weekdays, but Sasha could still see flashing neon signs and hear bustling activity at several clubs and bars around town. In contrast, there wasn't so much as a single soul around in the new industrial district.

The rookie cop grunted as she felt her car shake once she left the comfort of paved roads. "Get it done, get it out of the way," she reminded herself as she followed her GPS to destination. The faded, unlit sign for Gamp Pharmaceuticals greeted Sasha as she quietly pulled up at the front, turning around and parking her car.

She left her squad car's headlights to illuminate the road, the flickering streetlights barely giving her any visibility. Sasha got off after swiftly checking the time on her dashboard and turning the engine off. "9:40... got a long night ahead of me, damn." She sighed, slamming the car door closed in frustration and stretching after taking and sending the first picture of the night. "Ghhh... smells so funny in here," Sasha's noise twitched, unable to decipher the unfamiliar scent in the air. "Smells worse than fish," she told herself.

Taking note of the dark opening under the chemical plant's sign, Sasha rested her hands on her hips and tapped her foot on the floor. "Place's falling apart," she mused, glancing away from the open entrance. It seemed to smell the grossest inside. "Didn't say I had to go inside." She shrugged, reaching into her pocket while deciding to make the rounds outside.

"Should've brought more snacks than this," Sasha told herself as she idly unwrapped and munched on a chocolate cereal bar. In the midst of her munching, her brown eyes started focusing a short distance away from the facility. At maybe the distance of a block, she could make out the shape of a car. "Abandoned?" she muttered to herself as she made her way over to the car. She held her flashlight and got a good look. "This isn't an old car." She tapped the cover with her naked hand, "Engine had been hot for a while, too... Looks like I have company for my initiation. What a coincidence," she told herself with an indifferent huff.

It was way too convenient for Sasha. Part of her wanted to call the precinct for backup, but the part of her that thought this might be an elaborate prank from her heckling superiors told her not to fall for it. "Go in. Let them get their jump scare," she murmured, but kept a hand at her hip where her gun holster was. She couldn't be sure of anything.

Slowly and with trepidation, Sasha turned the corner and headed back towards the facility's entrance. "If there's anybody in there they already heard me, if they didn't make their getaway already," Sasha considered as she pressed her back against the right of the open gate. She had turned her flashlight off to avoid giving herself away further. "Ugh, that freaking smell..." she brought her holster hand up to pinch her nose. Sasha decided to take a deep breath through the mouth and decided to ignore that sickeningly sweet, yet musky aroma. "Get your shit together, Muntz. It's probably a prank. But in case it isn't..."

Sasha slipped her 9mm. out of its holster, quietly sliding the safety off. She swapped into a reverse grip for her flashlight and held it below her firearm just like she had learned and boldly made her way inside of the chemical plant. She took a few cautionary steps in before the darkness forced Sasha to require lighting. As soon as she turned the light on however, she heard a slithering sound to her left, prompting her to turn towards the source of the noise.

It was impossible to make anything out in such steeped dark. All Sasha's flashlight revealed was a bunch of knocked over metallic fixtures; the remains of some catwalks, she guessed. "A wild animal?" she thought to herself, but quickly abandoned her theory when she saw the utter destruction that lay all around her. "Holy fuck. It's like the whole area got demolished only within." She wondered, "What the hell happened in this...?"

But Sasha's train of thought had grinded to a full-stop. She regretted the instant she decided to aim her flashlight up from the ground only to find the source of that particular odor from earlier. "Jesus Christ...!" she shouted, frozen in terror.

What was in front of Sasha was no less than a true abomination. Blob-like, but made of melted and twisted flesh. It had taken over the back of the main chamber of the chemical plant and a good chunk of its center, its towering form pouring out from a hole it had clearly grown out of.

Its hundred eyes all snapped towards Sasha and her flashlight at the same time, causing the rookie cop to attempt a second scream. But Sasha was so utterly terrified the scream died in her throat and all she could let out was a pathetic, drowned out squeak.

As the creature's pupils shrank, it produced disgusting wet noises that Sasha soon realized were coming from its many wiggling tentacles; too late to realize that one of those had been slithering about when she had first entered. The scared, inexperienced officer could only feel her chest rising and falling with her labored breathing. Sasha couldn't make sense of what she was looking at. Her brain was overwhelmed. She could only wonder if this was what prey truly felt when faced with a predator many times their size. A certain part of her became excited; but before she could even judge herself the tendrils made their move, no less than two dozens of them darting down her way. Sasha had not been expecting to die to a monster on her first night on the job.

She didn't even get to close her eyes. There was a loud, guttural groan coming from the throbbing creature, forcing its assaulting appendages to stop in their messy advance. The tip of the closest tentacle had stopped an inch away from Sasha's eyes. The blob was starting to vibrate, each eye rolling skyward as the groaning loudened. Its fleshy skin started going from pink to pale, and eventually white. It pulsed as it changed color, expanding with dangerous twitching.

Given her opportunity and sensing impending doom, Sasha's self-preservation instinct finally kicked in. She turned around, dropping gun and flashlight without a second thought. She made a break for the exit, crying and sobbing all the way. "This is a nightmare! This is a nightmare! Wake up! Wake up, damnit! GAH!"

As Sasha tripped on a piece of debris she could not see, the poor mouse girl found herself landing on her right knee. "Fuck!" she lamented, hugging both arms around her bleeding leg. The only thing she told herself was to not turn around to look back, but she couldn't help it. Sasha rolled herself to see if by some miracle that nightmarish blob was gone, but that had not been the case. It had doubled its size, reaching all the way up to the ceiling. It continued bulging and swelling until its skin could stretch no longer. And when that occurred, the creature violently exploded in a mess of white goop.

Sasha could hardly brace in time for the oncoming tsunami. Her cap flew off as she was washed over like a pebble before the ocean, submerged in the ooze which rapidly filled her mouth as she struggled in vain to swim with the sticky current. Soon she could not breathe, all air gone from her lungs. Very quickly, Sasha lost consciousness and became still in that crashing creamy wave.

However, the liquid stopped flowing as soon as Sasha had gone unconscious. It stopped and pulled back, creeping back inside the chemical plant. It surrounded Sasha, turning into a slimy body reminiscent of a cube of jelly. The giant ooze vibrated and jiggled, steadily starting to shrink as its form sank into Sasha's body through her pores, her mouth, her eyes, her ears and every other orifice.

It penetrated her very being, forcing her stomach to burst through her uniform as it swelled the fastest. But her arms and legs were soon bulging out as well, tearing through sleeves and pants as well. Her body was too little to contain all of the ooze, so it kept growing rounder and fatter in order to stash all of its new occupant. Her limbs were soon stubby, rolls of fat filling out Sasha's once athletic yet petite frame. Her cheeks got chubbier and chubbier until her face disappeared behind them. And although her uniform and underwear burst all around her horrific Michelin Man appearance, she did not; only growing larger and rounder while consuming the last of the ooze cube.

Features disappeared, melting into a growing, fluffy ball that wouldn't stop pushing outwards. Messy, organic gurgling echoed from within the completely deformed mouse. She had become a furry blob intent on taking over as much space as it possibly could. Rising towards the ceiling and expanding outwards into the walls, the blob inflated and swelled until the chemical plant's main chamber was smothered against its bulk.

Right before her rampant growth brought the whole plant around her, however, Sasha's body stopped. Something had changed inside of her. And all too suddenly, she began to rapidly lose bulk. Just as she had become a colossal ballooned out mass of mouse over the course of a few seconds, in only a couple of moments her size went in the opposite direction. Her body lost its additional thickness as Sasha returned to her normal appearance, sans her clothes and effects which had been shredded and scattered about respectively.

When she finally awoke, Sasha had trouble moving. Her green eyes scanned the place around her, placing her at the abandoned Gamp Pharmaceutical chemical plant. The return of that disgusting yet sweet scent was the punch that shook all cobwebs from her mind. "AHH!" she screamed. She calmed down, sat up and screamed again: "AHHHHH!"

Sasha panted, taking in great gulps of air as she frantically looked around. "Whu-where is that thing?!" her loose black hair followed her with every turbulent turn of the head. "God, where are my clothes? What happened to me...?!" she demanded, bringing her arms up to cover herself. But there came no answer.

All Sasha could see now that her eyes had adjusted to the dark was a titanic, gaping hole in the back of the plant's main chamber. All the knocked over debris she had seen from earlier seemed to have been pushed away by something, but she couldn't tell whether she had imagined it or not anymore. "Fuuuuuck..." she started sobbing in confusion, shakily shuffling up to her feet. "Fuck, I gotta get out of here. I gotta..." she paused, crouching as she noticed the metal tip of her car keys shining at her. Swiping them off the floor, she turned to look outside, "That's right, my peacekeeper's still there!"

Sasha quickly dashed out, this time managing to make her way out without further incident. She practically threw herself at the door, twisting the key until the door clicked and she slipped into her car. First, she was relieved to hear the engine start with just one turn of the key. Already she could feel warmth filling her vehicle. Sasha quickly fished for the peacekeeper's radio, but desisted almost immediately. "They're... they're gonna think I'm high as fuck. That I got scared, stuffed my guts full of L and threw my uniform out into the river... Fuck. Fuck! I can't go back..."

The truth was that Sasha didn't want to talk to anybody about what she had seen. She was honestly hoping she actually had shot up some serious shit inside of herself and that's why she had had the mother of all freak outs. She was starting to think that would have been for the best. "I need to stop thinking..." she brought a hand to her arching head, hissing. "Got to get back home..." she huffed, reaching to the backseats for her bag where she kept a change of spare clothes.

After putting a fresh change of underwear on and fitting into a long sleeved shirt and jeans, Sasha made a mental note to pack extra shoes and socks for next time. She threw the bag in the back, made sure her car doors were closed and her lights were on right, and then settled back on the driver seat with a small sigh. "It was a bad night," she told herself in the car mirror, but took a moment of pause as she looked at her green eyes. Sasha Muntz was a mouse girl quite proud of her pretty brown eyes.

"Ah...!" Sasha gasped, widening her eyes as she turned her attention down to her right arm. A strange lump was stretching the vein of her forearm out visibly, moving down towards her wrist. As her arm's fur flattened again, Sasha saw the lump invade her hand. She watched her fingers vibrate and curl, and she started sobbing again right until the lump sank in, as if it had not been there in the first place. Sasha very quickly buttoned her shirt sleeves down and pulled on the car's direction before hitting the gas pedal.

"Just a bad night." She reassured herself with a shaky smile.

Sasha was glad for the lack of traffic that night, and even gladder once the tires returned to asphalt. No matter how much she thought about it, nothing made sense to her. She remembered going into the abandoned chemical plant and her encounter with that creepy blob thing, but she didn't remember anything else after trying to run away from a white flood. There was the odd arrangement of all that debris and the empty, gaping hole in the floor where she was sure she had seen that monster emerging from. Then there was the eerie change the iris color of her eyes that her back mirror kept reminding her of. Not to mention a constant crawling under her skin all the way down to the tip of her tail.

"Should I go to the hospital? Get this checked out...?" Sasha asked herself, but the thought of being examined scared her. What if they found something terrible she would be better off not knowing about? "I'm going to lose it," she finally told herself as she pulled over to the side of the road, too anxious to continue driving.

She pulled the car windows down to allow the cold night air to wash her face. Coastal breeze gently rocked her loose black hair as she closed her eyes. Sasha gently rubbed her temples in a bid to focus, "I have to get this checked out. Need to go to the hospital and then..." she paused. With the windows down, her ears perked up and began to twitch to percussive beats in the distance. She slid her fingers to the sides in order to peek out, eventually lifting her face to get a good look at the shining RGB lights three blocks away.

"That's right. Wasn't there a Squeaker post about that club opening again tonight? Awfully active for a Thursday night..." Sasha muttered to herself, suddenly feeling a distracting pang in her empty stomach. "Don't they also serve food there? Ugh, club food is so greasy," she hit the gas pedal, making for the club with bubbling urgency on account of her increasingly rumbling belly. In but a moment worries about her figure melted away in favor of the need to chow down.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse right now."

It wasn't uncommon for warehouse owners to rent out their spaces when business was slow. Such had been the case with Doug's Gouda, which was on its fourth relocation by now. The club's owner was also its star bartender, who Sasha remembered could make a mean martini. His business expertise stopped with cocktail mixing however. Doug's leases never lasted long; the food and drinks were good, but his taste in music was terrible and he didn't know how to decorate for shit. It wasn't until his fourth attempt that he had decided to hire a professional DJ and gotten a friend to help with lighting and ambience. The Gouda's fourth iteration was bustling now.

Sasha came out to haphazardly parked cars in front of the modestly sized, repurposed warehouse. It was nowhere near as large as the chemical plant, but it still stood as an imposing and loud locale. The part of her that was a cop told her these parking arrangements would only serve for security concerns, but hunger took over and told her to go get food already; she could think about literally anything else later.

She had to park at the far side six cars between her and the club, but that suited her just fine. Sasha's civvies were enough to hide her identity, but being found out as narc because of her car wouldn't do. A party-crashing cop was never well received. The pep in her step increased and she found herself gripping her smartphone tightly in her right hand, really hoping Doug took PayPal. Her wallet had been lost to the darkness back in the chemical plant, and there was nothing in the world that would convince her to go back there in her lifetime.

Dim ambience combined with cigarette smoke and bright lights to set the mood. The dance floor was on the upper left corner from the entrance, opposite to the bar on the upper right. The place was packed with all sorts of people, 18 year olds at the youngest, she guessed from a simple glance. Booze, pills, smoke, sex; things were going a little out of control. Strangely, Sasha didn't feel compelled at all to put a stop to it. Her rumbling stomach was physically hurting her, urging her to go order already.

Any reservation about the bar patrons finding her out was ignored by Sasha as she became a ninja dodging every single drunk or dancing couple off the floor. She was soon face to face with someone who wasn't the owner at the bar. The tender didn't look any older than the loosely clothed teens giving it to each other at the dance floor for exhibition. Sasha didn't care.

"Evening, hon," the cute bartender greeted Sasha as she took one of the empty stools, "Oof, you look like you could have seven drinks!" The tender quipped while wiping the bar with a soaked rag.

Sasha's smile couldn't have been more forced. "Food," she blurted, shut her eyes and slowly reopened them before clearing her throat and correcting herself: "Fully-loaded nachos." The incognito officer said. The bartender silently nodded, but didn't get much further away, startled by Sasha slamming her hand down on the bar. Sasha had seen the wall-glued menu written in Times New Roman. Pointing at the other two items beneath the nachos, Sasha insisted: "Animal-style fries, and the buffalo wings. And..." she paused before ordering a drink: "Tallest pitch of peach screwdriver you're allowed to make." Sasha decided she really needed a drink, too.

"Are you uh..." the bartender seemed confused, her ears splaying back with a nervous smile, "...are you expecting some friends? That's... food for seven people, sweetie."

But Sasha didn't deign the bartender with a verbal response; not only because of her hunger but because being patronized by a bartender at least 5 years younger than her had already lost its charm. She puffed her chest out with an exasperated sigh and a glare of her pained green eyes got the cute tender going.

The nachos arrived first, since the queso dip and guacamole were already prepped. Although they weren't anything special, it was a big platter just as advertised; and that was all Sasha's stomach was concerned with. Every sound in the club seemed to drown out the moment she took her first bite. Sasha wasn't usually someone with a very big appetite, so she never did more than graze for the most part, but now she was practically cramming messy fistfuls up her mouth as if the junk in front of her was godly ambrosia. Patrons closest to Sasha that weren't entirely wasted were disgusted by the way she was tearing into that platter, choosing to walk away from the bar while leaving their passed out friends sawing logs at the bar. Sasha was going so hard on her order people were too intimidated to ask if she was alright, or to tell her to slow down for that matter.

The fries and wings got there just in time for Sasha to reach out with her arms and grab a handful from each bowl before they were set down in front of her.

"Ohmygod..." the bartender muttered under her breath, as she set down the cocktail pitcher next to her famished customer, stepping away. She was just as disgusted as the others, but also curious. The tender was so mesmerized by the way that 110-pound shorty was packing away the dishes she thought to film her. "What a freak." At this point, the tender had forgotten she had to charge the black haired glutton for the outlandish order, simply wanting to see if this should be a meal challenge Doug should think of adding.

Sasha was lost amidst a sea of flavor. She had to take a pause halfway into the fries and wings bowls to take a gulp from the pitcher. But they were 5 gulps and the screwdriver vanished from sight at once. She didn't even wipe her mouth and continued gorging herself until all the food she had ordered was gone.

The petite mouse girl's belch was masked by the loud music. The sheer amount of food she had consumed should have satisfied her seven times over, but the only reason Sasha had stopped munching was because nothing edible had been left. She had polished the queso, ranch and barbecue sauce off every last container. Sasha's belly had become swollen, pushing her shirt up with her bellybutton becoming an outie. And yet that ravenous hunger which had turned her into a nutritionist's worst nightmare had yet to be placated.

"Fuck's wrong with me...?" Sasha asked herself, turning herself around on her stool away from the bar. She thought to order seconds but she had a feeling even if she ate all of the junk food this obscene place had to offer her, her situation wouldn't change. "I ate like a monster and I'm still..." she paused, eyes scanning over the crowd ahead of her.

The dance floor was so active at that moment, rapidly blinking lights eliciting those watching the action to woo and whistle. There was some sort of trap and dubstep mixture Sasha didn't care for going on, with the bravest among the drunks going at it hard before the cheering mass. Sasha could see two girls with their skirts pulled up, bent over with their asses pressed against guys whose pants were at their ankles. The girls' tits were flopped out, bouncing with every thrust delivered by their male partners from behind. The sight was both embarrassing and arousing to watch. To Sasha, it was making her tongue loll out, heavy droplets of drool sliding down its tip with the rest cascading over her lips. "...hungry." Sasha whispered, right before her middle started feeling strangely odd.

Whereas before the hunger pangs had made Sasha feel like her guts were being stabbed from within, right now all she could feel was a strange tingle spreading from her very core to the rest of being. Her stomach was still rumbling, but the domed out belly was strangely jiggling and bouncing as if there was something squirming inside.

Unsettled, Sasha took her hungry green eyes off the fucking drunks and started to notice the furry skin in her stomach distending and pushing out, becoming lumpy in irregular patches. With an uneasy touch, she put her right hand on her food-bloated belly, half-expecting her to be able to push one of the many lumps back inside. But instead, she met resistance coming from her own palm. Sasha shakily turned her hand around, eyes gradually bulging with the realization that there was also a lump of flesh moving under her naked palm. It was also happening to her left hand, and she could feel the lump wiggling inside of her arms, going down her legs and up her tail. Her face was starting to bulge with lumps traveling across her cheeks and her forehead, making Sasha gasp.

Sasha tried to gasp, she tried to draw in some air; to breathe. But she couldn't. She felt her airway blocked by something horrible climbing up her esophagus, causing her throat to start bulging out. She was shaking all over and she thought to scream over the blockage, but all that came out were loud sputters. Her cry for help went ignored. People around her were too distracted by the depravity happening at the dance floor or too drunk to notice her irregularly lumping body. And the situation was worsening by the second.

Clothes were starting to tear against the increasingly larger fleshy bumps pushing against Sasha's skin. She began pulsing, and with each pulse, Sasha's torso pushed farther out, her belly forced to expand with whatever was growing inside of her. For a moment she thought of pregnancy came to her head, but her attention was soon focused on her chest; her left breast in particular. It was growing just as lumpy as the rest of her, forced to surge out against the cup of her bra as its size increased. Whatever was writhing inside of her was starting to push out against her nipple, forcing the milk duct apart and making her hiss through the uncomfortable lump at her throat. Sasha thought she was going to pass out from lack of air, but she was wide awake for the terrible change her body was undergoing.

Her right breast joined in soon after, as the number of things trying to exfiltrate through one of her teats was far too many, so they turned to fill the other one, inadvertently making her neglected boob grow as well. Sasha then felt her a similar sensation occurring below her waist, her panties getting soaked with another one of those things attempting to worm its way out through her vagina; Sasha knew she was sick for even coming close to enjoying the reluctant pleasure, but the way the thing was slithering stimulated her sensitive tunnel. Then, a queasy sensation took her over when Sasha's tail double its girth suddenly, becoming rigid as it filled out like a trick balloon being blown up for a trick. She felt pressure at her backside, groaning as just like with her frontal hole, her guts and rectum began to stretch out with more of those body-filling tendrils attempting to make their way out through the backdoor. Sasha could feel them writhing at the roof of her mouth now as well.

Four fleshy tips started pushing Sasha's mouth open as tentacles slithered out past her lips. Writhing grew increasingly aggressive, her face starting to split at the cheeks and forehead with more of them coming out. Skin peeled off her palms and the back of her hand, the traveling lumps revealing to be additional tentacles making their way outside.

"Gauughhh... aaaaghhnn..." Sasha sobbed sadly, tears streaming down before they were blocked by the skin under her eyelids bulging. She could feel her belly pushing her torso taller as it swelled horribly with the source of those disgusting, slimy things. Sasha now knew that every tentacle coming out of her was connected to her mid-section, which seemed to be producing more and more than what her little body could handle.

Forcing herself off the stool, Sasha made a big splash when her deformed feet hit the floor. Tendrils shoved out of her pussy, tearing through her panties with an orgasm. Two tentacles burst out of her asshole, filling her jeans all the way down to her ankles. The squirming mouse girl wobbled, as her clothes continued to tear from her expansion, revealing more lumps, more holes in her limbs and torso, more tentacles popping out. She held her right arm out at the dance floor with the exhibitionists right before every fingertip blew up with newly grown appendages.

A moan louder than any of the sluts getting fucked on stage forced a good chunks of the patrons closest to Sasha to look back at her disgustingly changing form. She let out a heavily distorted, sputtering scream that filled the club: "HONNNNGRAAAY...!!"

And then, before she could take another step further, she exploded. It wasn't a messy, gory explosion. Instead, entreated patrons were subjected to the sight of Sasha coming undone, unraveled like a knit-sweater made of yarn. First, her belly tore open with bursting masses of tentacles that elongated several times longer than Sasha was tall. The rest of her disintegrated in favor of more tendrils, shirt and jeans getting torn apart with those slithering, fleshy tubes squirming every which way. All of it connected to a pounding, sickly-yellow pus-like core at the center.

Screams of terror were all the horrified and shocked club patrons were allowed. Before they could even think to get out, the tentacles snapped in their direction, seizing them all by the waist. The creature captured every last being there: The exhibitionists at the dance floor, those watching them, those minding their own businesses at tables or hanging out by the walls; the tentacles even invaded restrooms and those waiting outside. Not even the sassy bartender had been given a chance to stop filming what she thought was going to give her all the attention in Squeaker was spared.

"What the fuck is this?!"

"Help! It's got me! HELP!"

"HELP, PLEASE! I WANNA GO HOME!"

With all the helpless victims in their grasp, tentacles started bulging irregularly, lumping up before bursting with an additional, smaller tentacle that looked slightly different than the rest. Each victim saw their captor develop a new, sharp-tipped extremity looking similar to the proboscis of a mosquito. Pleading was useless. Females got a single jab at their chests, with males getting two; one in their dick and another in their scrotum.

Screams and shouting were then replaced by horny hollering. Patrons in the club started squirming with their clothes bursting apart. The guys' genitals grew several times their size, leaving extremely horny mouse men with dicks as large as their legs and green-veined balls so swollen they were hanging down past their knees. Milk filling their tits like a cow's udders, the female mice were soon overwhelmed by shirt-shredding breasts that dominated their torsos, nipples stretched out so large they became wider than their faces.

And the tentacles rejoiced. Be it by giant cock or supersized jugs, they were soon getting drenched in naturally produced chemicals the patrons' bodies had been reconfigured into making for the creature. But the creature was far too thirsty, far too famished for nourishment to settle for a simple sprinkling. The proboscis tendrils were commanded to grow, splitting into two before the women overwhelmed by their lactation. Once sufficiently expanded, the proboscis tips distended, transforming into broad conical shapes that were perfect to envelop women's teats and wrap around men's dicks. Even more tentacles joined in, boys getting their fattened up nuts squeezed while the girls had their breasts wrapped and milked thoroughly. More tendrils appeared to stuff every available orifice in every last person, all to further stimulate production.

A hundred voices joined into a depraved chorus of sexual relief, mice people getting turned into cattle for the thirsting creature at the center of that mess. They were drained, milked, introduced into a seemingly endless cycle of cumming and ejecting their fluids that lasted a little over an hour. But for the victims it was an eternity of the most mind-boggling bliss they would ever know. Every sense was overwhelmed, every nerve on fire. The tentacles knew exactly where to touch, how far to reach, and how to bottom them out until the last drop of semen and milk had been extracted.

The creature began to release its victims one by one as it finished taking all they could conceivably give it. Captor tentacles curled above them, as if watching them. Irreparably addicted to sexual release however, the overly endowed mice looked away from the monster in search of a partner. Their green eyes sought only additional relief that the tendrils had so rudely opted to stop administering to them. All they could think about was fucking.

However, all the creature could think about was feeding. Before its cattle could crawl away successfully, the large captor tentacles started distending much like the proboscis had earlier. They grew wider and wider until their conical holes were just wider than a person was. And at that point each one of those rodents was set upon again by its captor once more. Only this time, the tentacles didn't mean to pull them into a grip, but right up its newly formed digestive tract.

One by one, disgusting shlorps started echoing in the overtaken club. Some of the more lucid victims tried their best to squirm, but the suction was far too great. The same suction which had brought them so much pleasure was impossible to fight, and was now drawing them into the tentacles, as if they were their ancestral feral mice getting swallowed whole by a voracious snake.

Once fully engulfed, every victim became little more than a squirming, gradually settling down bulge traveling through the length of a tentacle making its way towards the core. Upon reaching its destination, bulges seemed to shrink until they had fused with the point of origin, causing the creature to squirm and rejoice with its hard-earned sustenance. It feasted upon every oversexed mouse without discrimination, and in little under twenty minutes, the once bustling club was left only with its flashing lights; the music long having been stopped by the poor DJ right before getting captured the first time.

Delighted with the buffet, the creature's pulled its tentacles back. Tendrils squirmed and twisted, entwining and gradually weaving themselves into shape around their core. They formed a vague humanoid form before flesh started melding together, creating feet, legs, a tail, a torso, arms and hands, a neck and finally a head with large ears. The body compacted in size as sinew was covered in newly grown skin which rapidly grew brown fur everywhere except the tail, hands and feet.

With nary a tendril in sight where before used to be over hundreds, the person's hair started growing on their head, a shoulder-length mane of jet black. Their hips widened and chest swelled, waist curving in to achieve an unmistakably feminine appearance. With complete mouse features, Sasha had returned.

"Gah!" the naked, curvy cop jolted awake. Green eyes scanned around frantically as Sasha filled her lungs with air. "What thu... what...?" she couldn't stop stuttering and stammering, as if the words she was trying to speak were getting caught up in a mouth unused to speaking. Eventually though, she managed to settle down and sit down on her comfortably plumper behind. Sasha didn't remember having an ass to speak of, much less enjoy putting weight on, so she immediately glanced back at her naked form.

"Jesus Christ, what's all this?!" Sasha reached back to squeeze herself, squeaking at the added sensitivity. "I'm... wow, what's with these tits?!" she whined, finally noticing her considerably larger bust, but also the reason she felt uneasy in speaking when she heard herself. Her voice had a notably higher pitch now, making her sound a little more energetic, which she certainly felt like. Confused, she gave herself a thorough once over while gradually getting up to her feet. She sensed her legs were longer than she remembered, her waist a little trimmer as well. But what stuck out the most were her much broader hips and her heaving bosom. Sasha was maybe a few inches taller, but she had woken up to the body of a supermodel!

To check how real they were, Sasha carefully grabbed her new breasts, gripping them just a bit before moaning out loud. "Suh-so sensitive...!" she whimpered, but couldn't deny the appeal of her bosom overflowing through her fingers. When she experimentally pulled her breasts to the side though, her eyes widened to the sight of her swollen pussy. Her vulva had expanded in size as well, the entrance of an inviting fleshy tunnel. Thoughts of sex immediately invaded her head, which was all her tail needed to curl under between her thigh-gap before coming around and jabbing itself into her muff. "Nnngh...! Gaaahh... ohhh fuck, that feels so good... but... nnghh...!"

Try as she might, Sasha couldn't get her tail out of her cunt. She tried willing it much like she always did, but it had become relentless; she couldn't even pull it out by hand. She wasn't sure she really wanted to. Her juices were already flowing against it, squirting all around and messing the floor and her feet below. As she looked out in search of anything to help her with this situation though, it finally hit Sasha.

She was still at Doug's Gouda. A very empty Gouda. Chairs were knocked over, the DJ station vacated, lights still blinking. The bar was unmanned and there was not a single soul around. Sasha's heart began to race. "What... what happened here? Guh-God... oh fuck..." it clicked in her head, "It's like back in the chemical plant! No. Nonono, I can't stay here..." she began to wryly smile, doing her best to walk with her uncooperative tail constantly pumping her pussy hole.

Stumbling towards the bar's exit, Sasha tentatively glanced out to make sure there truly was no one outside. It truly was like a ghost town outside with all the abandoned cars. She had no idea what to make of this; she couldn't even get her bearings with her tail fucking her! All Sasha knew was that she had to make it back home. She reached out for the first thing she found on the coat hanger and put on an ugly maroon coat a size too large for her to cover herself.

This time, she told herself, there would be no stopping for any grub.

Sasha's apartment building was a 20-minute drive from the industrial district of Silvercoast. It was conveniently located in the middle of downtown, a 40-story tower on par with the many business office buildings scratching the city's skyline. Rent was affordable to Sasha only because her 20th floor lodgings didn't include windows.

For 20 minutes, Sasha struggled to drive back home. Her head was a mess and she was still getting used to her arms brushing against her considerably voluminous bust every time she tightened to turn the steering wheel. Her tail was relentlessly ravaging her pussy still, an increasing amount of wetness spreading on her seat. The way that appendage moved wasn't like any mouse's tail Sasha had ever heard of. It moved like a serpent and bulged against her walls as if it was constantly flexing and distending like some jock's curling arms; it was overstimulating her into cumming so much her feet kept slipping off the soaked pedals below her. It was all Sasha could do to avoid crashing.

"FUCK!" the cop screamed out in bliss at the same time as she hit the brakes with both feet to absolutely make sure she didn't miss it. Sasha had been running every main street red light on account of the empty streets, thinking she had been sufficiently aware of the road, but all it took was her shutting her eyes once before the image of another vehicle appeared before her. It was a miracle she didn't rear-end into the actually law-abiding citizen - that would have made for interesting morning news. But above all, Sasha didn't want to interact with anybody. Not with the way she was dressed, the way her thighs sandwiched her obscene out-of-control tail, the way she couldn't go more than five seconds without whining like a bitch in heat.

Fortunately, Sasha caused no further accident on her way home. Her apartment building counted with an underground garage, so she slid her car down the ramp and was glad to see no one in the premises. In fact, her spot was unusually liberated on the sides, "Helga and Julian must be out..." she sighed in relief, blessing her good fortune about some of her neighbors being out late. Sasha didn't even want to think about parallel parking in her current state. With her rush to get into her apartment and take the coldest shower she possibly could muster, she stopped the car roughly where it was meant to go, apologized to Helga and Julian preemptively for the sloppy parking, and climbed out with keys in hand. She didn't even remember to lock up.

Sasha's nostrils kept flaring with every deep breath she took inside the elevator taking her up to the 20thfloor. Unnaturally sweet musk steamed up from the juices running down her thighs and legs, making a mess on the elevator floor. She shut her eyes and bit her lips with her incisors, letting out labored grunts as she did her best to use her unoccupied hand in an attempt to grab and pry the maverick tail off her overly stretched cunt. "Wuh-why is it being like this?" she whimpered, tossing her back against the lift's mirror, pressing her butt up against the reflective surface. Weak squeaks passed her lips, eternally pink cheeks flushed with the desire to just in bed and squirt her brains out. And yet a small part of the rookie cop wished for some semblance of self-control. "It is my tail, isn't it...?" she questioned, but philosophy didn't get discussed for long. A ding alerted Sasha it was her floor.

With her green eyes starting to glow again, Sasha smiled. Apartment 20-G was practically across the elevator. Ignoring the juice trail she was leaving on the carpet, Sasha awkwardly shuffled over to the door with keys in hand and jabbed them inside on the first try. The lock's long-awaited clicking though was drowned out by voices coming up the hallway. Sasha's heart skipped a beat and she quickly brought an arm around in order to tighten her coat as much as she could to cover up.

"Sasha, hey!" the voice belonged to one of her neighbors, Liam. He lived on apartment F, next to hers. The young mouse was coming from the stair room where the trash chutes were. Even though Sasha thought Liam was cute, she didn't want him around her right now. "Been meaning to tell ya," he continued, leaning on the wall next to her. "But earlier the consortium finally budged about the pet thing. I'll finally get my bearded dragon in and..." The news wasn't exciting or interesting to Sasha, but her eyes followed his mouth intently.

The rational part of her brain didn't want him around, but ever since her housewarming party a month ago Sasha had been having fantasies with Liam. Her hips were already starting to wiggle with her pussy clenching down hard on her tail. She was giving the handsome neighbor a polite smile without taking her hands off her coat, but her inhibitions were slowly starting to disappear. She could feel herself salivating already. But she wasn't the one to interrupt Liam's stories about his poor pet lizard being stuck at his parents'.

A gruffer yet familiar masculine voice came from behind Liam. "Hey, Liam, what gives? I wanna get back to the movie, but you're out here chatting up the hallway? Oh, evening Sasha!" Sasha remembered Chuck, Liam's roommate. While Liam was a fairly tall lad, Chuck was at a height that reminded her of that jerk back at the precinct. Unlike Royd however, Chuck was more of a gentle giant, or at least that was how he presented himself. "Liam, quit bothering her with your dumb pet lizard stories, she must be tired after work. Let's go back in to the mov..."

"Not a lizard," Liam corrected him, but before he could get into taxonomy, something else seemed to get his attention. He turned around with a puzzled expression, "Come to think of it, wasn't today your first day in the force, Sasha?" he asked, suddenly analytical about that oversized coat she was wearing, and the fact she was walking barefoot. "Hey, did something happen...?"

"What'cha mean? You okay, Sasha?" Chuck came out of 20-F, concerned about Liam's inquiry. His eyes came up to the damp trail coming from the elevator and the juicy puddle forming at their neighbor's feet. "Uhh..." the big lug of a mouse man's cheeks started flushing with color.

Sasha's right eye was twitching. She could hardly take this any longer. The smell of her own arousal coupled with her neighbors' masculine stench that for some reason she could single out was driving her nuts. Sasha caught the minute contractions of their nostrils as they finally started to pick up on her sweet scent. She had no idea it was her pheromones that had become so powerful they were influencing their brains. When she took note of the young studs' throbbing bulges, the horny Sasha decided she didn't care anymore. She had to get off. "You..." a smile started to creep up on her trembling lips as she looked at Liam. "And you." She looked at Chuck, her coat falling to the sides and revealing her heaving tits and penetrated pussy as she threw her hands at their scruffs.

It was an amusing sight: a mouse girl so much smaller than the two roommates seizing them by their shirt collars and shoving them around. Sasha forced them both into her apartment and crossed in after them, closing and locking the door behind her. As her apartment floor began receiving a good and messy stain of mouse girl juice, Sasha pulled her arms back and let that ridiculously big coat fall off her, revealing her curvaceous body to her neighbors.

"Holy fuck, she's stacked..." Chuck murmured to the side. Liam was still stunned by the sight of Sasha making love to herself using her tail in ways he didn't know were possible. Both guys couldn't resist the sexy appeal of such feminine form, however.

Sasha's ears twitched to the compliment she never thought she'd hear about her body. Looking down with a smirk, she brought her hands up and rested her back against the door, grabbing her enlarged breasts and holding them out for the boys. "Come on, guys. You like them that much?" she teased, "Come suck on my big fat titties."

They didn't have to be told twice. The roommates sprung towards Sasha like starved madmen. Only the door and wall behind her ensured she didn't get toppled over. Overcome with desire beyond conventional arousal, both Liam and Chuck found themselves crouched on each side of that busty mouse girl, their grabbing onto her waist, hips and ass for support. Chuck was the more obedient one, straight out engulfing Sasha's teat in his mouth, while Liam gave her a little nibble at the tip of her nipple that made Sasha squirm even harder than she already was.

With a sigh of relief, Sasha pressed herself back against the door, her fingers pushing back against the wall as she melted into the bliss. She had been feeling devastatingly horny until now but she had no idea just how much she had been looking forwards for a good titty sucking. Indeed, the feeling of those enlarged bosoms sagging and smothering her excited boys with their new weight was something she was surely going to get used to. Until that moment, Sasha had only had bigger breasts in fantasies she shared with strangers over the internet. Now, she was getting to enjoy the reality of being a busty bitch with two studs nursing from her like she was their mother and them her kids.

Sasha soon felt how closer to reality that fantasy was becoming. Her extremely sensitive mounds had been feeling sloshy and laden since she had woken up at the club. The guys' stimuli were enough to make Sasha come to realize size had not been her sole upgrade. Those breasts were beginning to expel milk into the guys' working mouths. Although she was shocked, the pleasure ensured none of the three mice questioned her lactation. Liam and Chuck became hooked almost instantly; perhaps a little too much. They started gulping Sasha's dairy down like parched men at an oasis, stuffing their bellies with all she had to give.

To the boys, this was an unforgettable taste of the sweetest nectar they'd ever partaken of. To Sasha, it was a strange yet empowering sensation to be feeding her fellow leasers. With the way they had so readily done as she had commanded without hesitation, the rookie cop felt like a beloved porn star all of a sudden. It truly felt like one of her online role-plays turned to reality and she couldn't help but get in character. "That's right, little men!" Sasha giggled, stroking Liam and Chuck's heads as they tended to her teats. "You like sucking on Mommy's big jugs, don't you? I feel so backed up. Hurry and drain me already...!" she said, panting.

The truth was that Sasha was undeniably laden. And no matter how many pints the studly mouse men drank or how much she verbally egged them on, the liquid weight in her knockers didn't seem to drop. If anything, Sasha felt herself cumming over and over with the pleasure of her breastmilk getting so vivaciously nursed out. "Mmmpphhh ooohhh... uuuuhngh..." the milky rodent grunted, going cross-eyed each time she practically orgasmed through her nipples and filled her boys' throats with her milk. "Thuuu-thaaaat's it, muh-more... drink more...!" she insisted, gripping Liam's brown hair and Chuck's bald furry head as she pushed their faces in harder. "Growing boys need their milk, don't they?!"

Liam and Chuck were too busy guzzling down to answer. However, they indirectly gave the excited busty slut a response when their bodies started to rumble all over. It started with their swelling packages. In the comforting warmth of their apartment, both tenants had been wearing shorts whose stretching rims were starting to reveal obscene amounts of musky mouse meat. The studs' junk was pulsing, enlarging by the second, pushing against their underwear and shorts until the fabric's elasticity could handle it no longer. There was a loud rip complemented by their horny grunts as the mouse men's endowments tore through, enlarging to proportions beyond the foot-long mark. Like rutting animals, the started grinding their erections against Sasha's meaty thighs, neither of them able to engage penetrative efforts with her tail stuffing her cunt. But the growth didn't stop there.

Liam's shirt and Chuck's tank top were looking considerably tighter on their frames. Chuck liked to work out more while Liam was the lean muscled one. But very soon those differences mattered very little. With every gallon of milk consumed, the guys' muscles became engorged with additional strength. Their arms doubled in thickness, with Liam's body going extra in order to keep up with his fellow man. Their pectorals shredded through their respective clothes, with Chuck's tank top straps snapping against his bulging deltoids while Liam's biceps tore holes through his t-shirt sleeves.

The more they drank, the bigger they got. Liam and Chuck's shoulders and torsos were widening, their limbs becoming bulkier and stronger. They were growling into their 'Mommy' like heavily aroused beasts, growing taller and more hung with every passing moment. With muscles tearing through the last of their clothes and leaving them two hulked out beasts, Liam and Chuck opened their glowing yet vacant green eyes and stopped nursing, starting to stand up.

"Whu-Who told you to stop...?!" Sasha protested, but found herself squeaking helplessly as she felt her feet leaving the floor with the realization that her hot neighbors were now even hotter. As they stood up, their large meaty hands still gripping various parts of her, they brought her up with them. She got a good look at the titanic males, jaw dropping, milk spewing, juices squirting. They each had to be over 8ft. worth of fully rendered masculinity: Pectorals that could have suffocated her, rigid six-packs that she could grate cheese on, quads so utterly massive she could see them snapping somebody in two with; and their gigantic members. Each cock was well over the biggest Sasha had ever seen in real life porn; they were over 20 inches long! "Aahhh-guh, studs...!" She drooled, lactated and squirted all over again.

Without so much as a single word, Liam grabbed the overwhelmed Sasha by her hips, his thumbs spreading her ass cheeks out and her tail base out of the way. Meanwhile, Chuck turned to hold Sasha up by her arms, smearing her face with his overabundance of mouse dick from the front. Sandwiched between the two mega-studs, all Sasha could do was babble and tremble before she found herself getting impaled from both sides.

Sasha's screams were instantly muffled by a cock far too big for her jaw to accommodate. What Chuck's dick had in throat-invading length, he didn't lack in girth. It was a miracle Sasha could continue to breathe as she was with the brutish mouse man in front of her so thoroughly violating her oral entrance. However, the true shocking pain came from Liam. Sasha was no virgin, but it was the first time in her life she had taken it up the backdoor. With forearm-thick and gut-punching length forcing its way up her relatively tiny mouse asshole, all Sasha could do was cry and squirm at the most intense amount of pleasure she had ever felt in recent memory.

The males smashed their hips against Sasha, fighting all of her limits and fucking through resistance as if they had been hired to mold her esophagus and intestines into phallic shape. Chuck's and Liam's balls had grown so gigantic they swung back and forth like enormous, musky wrecking balls. The stands framing Sasha's doors were knocked over by those swollen nuts, if not outright demolished by their insane weight. With each pelvic swing, Sasha could feel the pendulous trip of Liam's balls striking her underbelly and thighs while Chuck's and her udders churned against one another with his shallow and rapid thrusts.

Inside of Sasha, her stomach was starting to fill up with enough volumes of potent mouse pre-jizz, her middle steadily distending as the boys' productivity increased with the size of their junk. She could feel her abused rectum and throat getting further violated as her boys' dicks grew longer and thicker, already well past two feet in size. The spit-roasted mouse gal didn't know whether it was because the pain had been too great already or what, but the sensation had already numbed and all she could do was hang there, getting ravaged by the mega studs using her for their pleasure.

It didn't take long for the mouse beefcakes to get additional enhancements. Flesh-stretching lumps started crawling from under their obliques, heading around until they had congregated above the base of their tails. Only for a single moment did the growling mouse men stop thrusting, which was when they vociferated a loud: "FUCK!" in unison. Their bulging backs burst right under the shoulder blades, liberating a mass of writhing tentacles that grew longer and longer until they were three times as long as their own tails.

Overwhelmed as she was, Sasha didn't even need to see past the shelf of Chuck's face-obfuscating pecs to notice those unsettlingly familiar appendages she was sure she had seen before. Before she could even form a half-way coherent deduction about them however, her eyes went cross-eyed and she moaned aloud on the throat-choking meat in her mouth. Dividing their work amongst two sources, the tentacles gladly added themselves to the fun. Her pussy, ass and mouth got further stretched with those disgustingly slimy tendrils forcing themselves in through whatever wedge they could find, joining the oversized cocks and her own tail into further fucking her like the stretchy whore she had been turned into.

By that point, Liam and Chuck had transformed into unfeeling, grunting fucking machines. They still moaned like the pleasure-starved studs they were as they both pounded away at the suspended mouse girl in perfect tandem, but to their fogged-up brains this wasn't the cute and small rookie police neighbor who had moved in less than a couple months ago anymore. Sasha wasn't even a person to them any longer; she was an excuse for them to frot their new, continuously larger dicks together.

Even though she was already stuffed with more than any woman has any business stuffing herself with, Sasha could still feel her boy toys growing bigger for her. Three feet long, four feet long, five... What little thought she could scrounge up was the surprise she felt at still being alive with penises rapidly becoming longer than she was tall within her!

The monstrously endowed mice men were so desperate for release they were practically having a swordfight inside of Sasha's deformed stomach; her entire digestive tract no more than a double-ended fuck tube now. By the time Liam and Chuck had become hung enough for their cocks to be as big as they were tall, with a girth surpassing Sasha's own meaty thighs, they had no less than two feet sticking out from each respective entrance. Their balls had swollen so utterly massive their sacks hung past their ankles, covering their feet and rolling into the pre-cum and juice soaked floor.

Every hefty thrust carried with itself such force on account of their swollen genitals that the mini-giant males had to make full use of their newfound strength. The entire apartment shook violently, furniture sliding across the floor, cabinets falling down, decorations vibrating off surfaces; Sasha's humble abode was getting upended as if it was the middle of an earthquake. But soon enough, the frotting, hyper-endowed mice, unable to hold themselves back any longer, delivered the final thrust and threw their head backs in a beastly roar.

Sasha's suddenly regained focus and they began to bulge out comically as she felt and saw Chuck's dick bulging with a travelling mound of urethra-bloating seed coming her way. Her jaw was distended further than it already was as she was forced to become conduit to the unreal meat hose about to deposit its messy load inside of her. Similarly, her utterly abused sphincter felt additionally pounded with the advance of Liam's no less impressive ejaculate rapidly making its advance into her through her asshole.

An explosive blast of mouse semen occurred inside of Sasha's belly. Liam and Chuck came so hard it was the equivalent of two broken dams depositing twin floods in the same landfill. Sasha then was forced to feel her gut distended way beyond what the guys' dicks had already accomplished. The shape of their shafts and glans unstuck with liquid rush making the walls of Sasha's stomach push out and stretch into a bigger and bigger dome. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as she felt like she had come three times in the very same second. But the pints of mouse juice her overstuffed pussy was squirting out paled in comparison to the gallons of mouse spunk making her belly fatten up without stop.

In just the span of thirty seconds, Sasha's tummy had stretched so much it had become three times wider than her shoulders and it had grown out so much her outie bellybutton was scraping the wet floor several feet below her. By the time the guys were finished up another thirty seconds later, Sasha had been turned into a loudly-sloshing cum-blimp balanced entirely on the weight of that squishy, furry dome. However, at the last second, the excessively hung mutants let out another roar and came a second time, this time so much harder not even their Herculean strength was able to fight against the pressure of cumshots.

Each giant blasted off in opposite directions, surprisingly sliding out of their seed-chugging onahole without issue, and were only stopped by the walls which cracked under their massive bulk. Their tentacles were forcibly removed from Sasha, the ones coming out of her pussy actually knocking her tail outside. But Sasha didn't look bothered at the violent burst. She seemed to be happily accepting the ensuing white shower that was no doubt going to leave her quarters, let alone herself, utterly drenched.

Sasha was so far gone with bliss, in fact, that simply rocked herself on her fat stomach while purring in delight. The cum was being absorbed by her body through her fur, causing her belly to jiggle as it further swelled with size. She was so far gone enjoying the experience of her gut soaking up seed like a mouse-shaped sponge that she didn't even notice the way her tail was erratically squirming above her.

The female mouse's was anxiously tail whipping the air, its movements growing more and more aggressive once the panting males' orgasm came to an end, and with it, the jizz fountains. Swelling larger and thicker, Sasha's tail cracked down the middle before properly fissuring and splitting into two. The halved appendage further changed, becoming meatier, bloated and inevitably longer, growing towards the recovering muscle bound tenants. Once directly above them, the two tails began to rapidly swell at the tips, distending into hollow conical shapes that grew and grew until they were covering the exhausted Liam and Chuck like the all-consuming maw of Jörmungandr. And with one ravenous lurch, each tail completely engulfed its prey, sucking them in through a tube now bulging with their titanic forms and endowments.

Sasha could only dangle her legs over her immense stomach and lazily tweak her lactating nipples, riding out the innumerable climaxes she had been subjected to in such a short span of time. She was so far gone not only did she not notice the sudden change in her tail, but she also was completely out of the loop at how her hungry tails were sucking and absorbing her incredibly gifted neighbors in. As they were processed by the appended digestive tracts, the bulges that used to be Chuck and Liam steadily lose their shape and size, becoming smaller the closer they got to Sasha. By the time each bulge had traveled enough to brush against her plump buttocks, they were no larger than the mouse girl's breasts.

"Nnnghh..." the sexually exhausted rodent let out a groan from the pressure she felt at her back. Shloop. Shloop. Both bulges had slipped in to join Sasha forever. And it was after that chunky meal that the mouse let out a small sigh of relief and finally began to relax against her steadily shrinking middle. Her mouse-eating tails glued against each other, fusing back into one while gradually retaining their original shape much like Sasha's middle. In less than a minute, she was back to her enhanced but very much more manageable proportions.

"Guh-Gawd..." Sasha struggled to push herself away from the floor, holding her throbbing head with a small hiss. "That was amazing," she smiled to herself, panting. Her apartment was a mess. Her neighbors weren't anywhere to be seen, and she was dripping with musky cum. For some reason, all Sasha cared about at that moment was the third part. Eyeballing her soaked fur, she leaned in to start slurping and sucking the semen out from wherever she could find it on her person. She had absorbed most of it already, so it didn't take long for Sasha to simply be licking her chops for the aftertaste.

Closing her eyes and murmuring in pleasure, she told herself: "I'm such a slut." And tingled all over. "Or am I not enough of a slut?" she laughed to herself, convinced that this was only the beginning. Mustering her strength, which was surprisingly available in spades all of a sudden, Sasha dashed out into her bedroom.

There, her knocked over closet represented no trouble to her slim yet powerful arms, allowing her to get inside to pick out the sauciest outfit she could think of it. Sasha had never dared use any of the sexy clothes she had bought, but now it felt just right. She couldn't wait to get them all covered in yummy jizz; she needed more men.

Unfortunately, her bigger tits and ass gave her very few options, so she went for the loosest top she could find: A red, low cut one that was pulled up well above her navel thanks to her new bust. Despite how loose it might have been in the past, it was incredibly snug around her rack now, so she didn't even bother with a bra. She slipped into a thong nicely swallowed up by her crack, and play-wrestled with her horny tail wanting to slip into her cunt again. "Sit still, damn you...!" she giggled, at this point so over her worries she wasn't even mad that her tail appeared to have a mind of its own. After shredding her denim skirt into improvised daisy dukes, Sasha was the picture of an hour-glass curvy skank; a far cry from her prim and proper police persona.

And that was as much patience as she had; not even bothering with footwear. She needed a dick already. Sasha knew there were more studs other than Chuck and Liam in the 20th floor. "But the night's still young!" Sasha giggled to herself like a bimbo, sauntering outside her bedroom into the warzone of her living room. Stretching her arms, she told herself: "It's technically Friday already. And my body certainly knows it...!"

Before Sasha could make it to the doorknob however, she was stopped by an odd feeling in her guts. "Ugh... whu-what...?" she frowned, looking at her twitching fingers and then down at her mid-section, which was where the strange sensation was coming up from. From within her very core, the mouse girl could feel herself tingling with power all of a sudden.

Sasha saw her fingers bloating like overstuffed sausages, her right hand pulsing three times larger. Instead of panicking however, all she could do was laugh. "What the fuck? My hand's ginormous...!" she giggled, waving the supersized mitt with relative ease and slapped it against the door.

As wood groaned under pressure, Sasha's left ear perked with a twitch. She turned to look down at toes bulging on her left foot, which also started swelling out of proportion. This time, Sasha let out a squeal of surprise as she stumbled thanks to the sudden lack of purchase. Next, her straining top started to audibly stretch and tear when just her right breast inflated to twice the size of its owner's head. "Fuuuck...!" Sasha's frontal weight sent her tumbling towards the door again, forcing her to flail both normal and extra-large hands in order to prevent hurting herself. She turned around just in time to land on her fattening behind. Her daisy dukes and her thong got torn apart by her ass, each 'cheek growing even bigger than her excessively disproportional tit.

Her left arm doubled in size suddenly, making Sasha gasp as she felt her knuckles hit the floor. "Gggghhhk...! This is crazy! It's... it's..." the mouse couldn't stop smiling, her ears tripling in size. "It's like a dream come true...!" she began giggling madly as she felt her body further grow taller with every disproportional body part following through. Sasha could soon see the apartment floor getting farther and farther away from her eyes, which was what she was focusing on.

The tingling became more and more powerful, seemingly aiding everything that had yet to grow into catching up. Her forsaken breast, limbs, foot and hand rapidly grew until the expanded rookie cop was back in proportion; except for her curves. Each of Sasha's tits were now twice the size of her own head, which at her current 7ft. of height would make anybody standing directly in front of her disappear under a sea of cleavage. She couldn't help reaching back to grope at her gigantic ass cheeks, her hips half-again as wide as her own shoulders now in order to accommodate that swollen peach at her back. "Come on, don't stop now!" she whined, but quickly found herself grinning with great amusement as her whole body convulsed, rumbled and surged with size, this time all at once.

Sasha let out a cry of delight as she shot up, her head brushing the ceiling at over 10ft. tall. She gasped and began purring once she felt her hefty chest pillows growing even bigger and heavier, followed by her fat ass becoming even fatter. "God-fucking damnit, this is the best!" the excited mouse moaned, grabbing her bloating tits with one hand and her swelling ass with another. "I'm so big! So huge! I'm... I'm not dreaming. It's finally happening, isn't it...?!" Sasha cried out with delight as her head crashed against the ceiling with another surge of height. She was not only bigger than her two partners had been earlier, she would've towered over them by now with her taller than amazonian size! And yet Sasha wasn't satisfied. The pleasure was making her squirt in great volumes, but it was not enough for her.

She had always dreamed of and role-played this exact moment online hundreds of times. Sasha was a macrophile, a person who is turned on by any interaction between people of extreme size difference. Having always been a small person pretending to be tougher than she really was, her outlook on life was rapidly changing to suit her fantastic fetish. Now she was a mountain of mouse woman rising taller and taller by the second!

The way she was being forced to bend up against the ceiling as her back grew into it was making her hiss with delight. "Mmmm...! Yes, fill this tiny apartment out, body!" she recited one of her favorite lines, twitching and throbbing with delight as her body grew larger and larger still; almost as if by command. Taller and taller Sasha grew, her fat ass sliding up against the wall all the way up to the ceiling to join her spinal column. She was bent over 90 degrees, her jet-black hair pooling at the floor. Breasts swung heavily under her, making Sasha pant as she relished their additional weight. She weakly brought her hands up, pressing them against the fissuring ceiling above her. "So good... so good. I'm going to burst through, I can feel it...!" she laughed, channeling greater and greater physical force through her digits. In her excitement, she failed to hear the banging coming from above.

"Keep it down, oh my God...!" Tina was Sasha's upper floor neighbor. She had been subject to the vibrations and hollering from the insanely rough sex between Sasha and the boys, and now was struggling to conciliate sleep thanks to how hard the apartment was shaking. She had been able to endure it before, but now it was truly quaking. No more Ms. Neighborly Mouse, the office mouse had told herself. "It's the middle of the night! Some of us have to go to work tomorrow!" Tina had resorted to the blunt-end-of-the-broom banging trick. However, she had never expected to strike gold under her carpeting. "Ah...!"

Tina immediately let go of her broom, skipping a few steps backwards when she saw the floor briefly bulge upwards. The horrible creaking sound of bending wood paralyzed her until she was forced to jolt upwards when her carpet was torn apart by snapping planks creating a hole in her living room. "What the hell...?! What the fuuuuu...?!"

Before Tina could properly finish swearing, the hole widened with five enormous fingers emerging through a cloud of dust debris. Sasha's left hand pushed up first, followed by her forearm which began to tilt to the side, widening the hole in a line until her palm was pressing up against Tina's apartment wall. With additional space, a giant set of round ears followed by a long black haired mouse head made their entrance into Tina's 21stfloor apartment. Widely open green eyes bigger than her own head stared Tina down through messy hair bangs. There was a big smile on that female mouse's face; an expression mixing joy and contempt. Tina recognized her neighbor as one of her old school classmates. "Suh-Sasha...?!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

"Mmm..." Sasha's slow, contemplative blinking filled her eyes with eager luster. It had been unbelievable at first, the weirdest day of her life ending in a dream-like situation of her living out literally her biggest fantasy. But now that she could see Tina so significantly reduced in size, so tiny and weak, so terrified by her over 20ft. tall form. Memories of high-school flooded into her brain; painful ones. She was face to face with one of her first bullies.

Sasha's brain had decided to finally drop the façade. "Sorry for crashing in, Tiny," the mouse maliciously giggled at her own joke. "I just can't stop myself from getting bigger and bigger! So you'll understand if I continue letting myself grow."

Knocked on her behind by the incessant structural shaking, Tina desperately backed away from Sasha as she saw the bigger mouse's shoulders starting to further widen the hole she was coming through. "Ahh! Ahh...!" The floor was opening so much Tina was starting to slide towards what she could see was the deepest cleavage she had ever seen in her life, so she gripped her fingers as hard as she could on the undamaged carpeting and turned around in hopes of making the swiftest of getaways. Unfortunately, the exit of her no-window apartment was obstructed by the giant mouse girl's madly giggling face; all she could do was make for her bedroom. "This is a nightmare...! It's a nightmare! I wanna wake up!"

"Hahaha!" Sasha found herself enriched by those desperate wails. "Look at you, scampering away from my greatness like a bug! Don't feel so big now, do you, Ms. High-school Basketball Captain?!" her smile turned into a frown as Tina reached for the doorframe to her bedroom, ignoring Sasha in favor of pulling herself into the next room. "Don't you run away like that! Watch me get bigger! I want an audience!" she shouted, and in her anger destroyed the floor with her other arm emerging from her own apartment. "I'm going to get so huge... mmm!" she moaned, feeling herself get brought down to her knees from the pleasure.

The 20th floor groaned under her increasing weight as she suffered a huge growth spurt propelling her to 30ft. tall. With her upper body surging, her breasts wrecked what remained of the 21stfloor apartment, spilling into the shuddering floorboards. With her bending legs causing her feet to grow into the wall alongside her sizable gluts, the combined pressure demolished both apartment entrances, her feet and rump starting to grow into the hallway. Her elbows hit Tina's apartment's ceiling as she tried fitting her arms into the cramped space. Ears flattened against the rapidly approaching 21st floor ceiling. Everything around Sasha was becoming a tighter fit, allowing her to feel the exhilarating sensation of running out of room for her curvaceous form.

It truly felt like she had imagined for all those years. All of those delightfully typed scenes, paragraphs upon paragraphs of her role-play character becoming incarcerated by her own unbridled expansion only to surge through, unable to be contained. Sasha was experiencing it all in real time, every minute contraction of her muscles, every bone-popping stretch. Her overwhelmingly fat pussy wouldn't stop squirting a mess of juices into the apartment below her waist; and now the hallway her backside and feet had invaded.

But something was missing. In the macrophile scenes she so lavished, Sasha's partner would always be there, trembling and cowering at her rising magnificence, yet never absent from watching. "Come out, Tiny!" she demanded, grunting with her right arm clumsily thrashing through Tina's apartment in an attempt to get the bedroom door open. Sasha's huge fingers encountered resistance at the door, which the giantess assumed had been her ex-classmate boarding the entrance up with anything she could throw at it. "Aw, don't be shy!" Sasha boomed with laughter, shoving the door open with a firm palm strike. The hinges broke off and the door and everything else was launched backwards, Tina's screams of terror filling the apartment. Sasha couldn't have been happier. "I just want you close to me!" she sang out, reaching into the doorframe with her fingers since her hand had grown too big to completely fit through.

"Ahhh! No! Back off, you monster!" Tina could be heard shouting from her room, the sound of exploding crystal indicating she had smashed a desk lamp or something against Sasha's invading digits. "Go away! Go away you bitch, leave me alone!''

Far from being offended at the insults, Sasha's smirk grew even wider. She had always gotten off at the shouting and screaming from normal people being forced to deal with a giant in popular media, but actually hearing it directed at herself was making her heart go aflutter. "Come closer, you tiny little bug..." Sasha scraped her fingers, but grew increasingly frustrated at her inability to fit more of her hand in. She pulled back with a huff, preparing to punch a hole into the room to get to her victim. However, before she could Sasha grunted out with a mix between pain and pleasure as her cunt split open all of a sudden.

Tina's heart was racing, the remains of her night lamp held in a steely grip. She was clambered over the headrest of her bed at the far end of her bedroom. Everything in there was a mess. Her clothes lie strewn all over alongside her wrecked door and the closet she had tried to use to barricade the entrance. She covered her ears when she heard the giant outside of her room scream out in ecstasy, shutting her eyes closed.

Seconds later, Tina gradually released her ears as she was more terrified of not hearing anything. Sasha's voice had been replaced with an almost constant hissing-like sound accompanied by heavy breathing. "Sasha...?" Tina's voice cracked, wobbling feet landing on her mattress in order to steady herself. The normal mouse girl's blue eyes started to widen as the hissing got louder and louder, until eventually she managed to make out the sound of something slithering along the floor.

Creeping along the damaged doorframe, a number of disgustingly slimy, fleshy pink tendrils started making their way into Tina's bedroom, causing its sole inhabitant to tighten and carefully slide off the bed. Before Tina could lift the covers to dunk herself under the bed though, a pair of those tentacles lunged at her and snapped around her ankles. "Ahhh!" Tina screamed, "Nooooo...!" But, with her nails chipping against the carpeting she was so desperately trying to hang on to, the mouse was dragged out.

And outside was Sasha waiting for her, now even huger than before. Once she had been dragged outside by her squirmy captors, the tentacles pulled Tina up into the air, forcing her to hang upside down. She could see Sasha had her back pressed up against her ceiling, her arms and shoulders blocking the view of her ass and feet now completely taking over the wrecked hallways outside both of their apartments. Those gigantic, pillowy breasts were jiggling with a bundle of tentacles between them; having come up from the floor below. When Tina's mind made the connection the disgusting tentacles were coming from Sasha herself, she gasped in and prepared to let loose the biggest scream in her life. However, she was only allowed to scream into the slimy flesh of a tentacle circling her face, muffling her.

"I'm bored of your screaming now, Tiny," Sasha was panting, cheeks flushed with color. She was clearly aroused by this, heavily so; she was drooling with a predatory smile. "Bet you're regretting that time you shoved me into that locker during tryouts. I cried all night, you know!" she giggled in spite of the painful memory.

Tina desperately shook her head, messily chewing through the tentacle in her attempt to defend herself verbally. But the tentacle at her face only tightened up, making her cough and gag. Her squirming got even more desperate as the tendril trio brought her down to Sasha's unsettlingly soft and comfy bosoms. "Phhhleeeessssh...!" she begged, tears streaming down her face.

"That's right!" Sasha widely smiled, "That's exactly what I said. Stupid braces...!" Sasha snickered, then moaned as Tina was wedged into her cleavage. "Mmm! How does it feel to be squished between a real woman's tits, bitch?" she teased, pushing her chest out to further engulf the disappearing Tina. Those tentacles coming from her pussy kept pulling, causing her neighbor to sink inside and disappear between Sasha's mounds. "Ohhhh... G-God, yes... I'm gonna..." she drooled, needing to repeat herself after stammering. "I'm gonna shove you in somewhere very dark and wet, Tiny."

Tina's muffled screams couldn't reach Sasha's fluttering ears any longer, but the giantess could feel her prey squirming for dear life. Her teeth were making their best attempt to cut through her tentacles, but that only made her hips wiggle with delight. The poor victim's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets once they saw that gaping, unnaturally swollen pussy. A number of those horrific tentacles were slapping and smacking around, as if engaging in a dance of victory over their successful capture. The sickeningly sweet musk wafting out of that colossal vulva was shredding through her mental faculties. Tina's failing cognitive processes could only relay the thought that she had never had a nightmare so realistic before in her life.

With her strength failing, Tina felt her feet sinking into Sasha's hungering pussy first, followed by her ankles and the rest of her legs. She still screamed and gripped at the tentacles, doing her absolute best to fight for survival, but her struggling was cut short when additional tentacles ensnared her wrists and glued her arms to her sides, forcing her to sink in straight into that fleshy tunnel. The last thing Tina saw before shutting her eyes to the darkness was Sasha's oversized clitoris bulb twitching right before she was bathed in juice by the giantess' squirting urethra.

Sasha squirmed all the while, consciously enjoying the feeling of her love tunnel filled to the brim with not only tentacles but a live person squirming and stretching her in ways only her tail in recent memory had been able to replicate. "Buh-bitch, all mine..." Sasha grinned, reaching down to grope her massive milkers to tease herself as she felt the overpowering bliss of having devoured somebody else. "Nnnghhh... I'm so big I can put bitches like her up my pussy. I'm so fucking huge! My fucking huge body, nnnghh...!" she grunted, suddenly pulsing and surging with size once more.

Growing through the next ceiling and into the neighboring apartments besides her and on the opposite side of the hallway, it wasn't long for other tenants to become aware of their new giantess problem. Depending on where one stood, there was either a gigantic butt, an utterly massive rack or the gargantuan and wailing face of a pleasure-overwhelmed young mouse woman suddenly in the way. Fortunately for Sasha, stuffing Tina up her cunt had reawakened her rampant appetite. And, influenced by her thoughts of feasting upon those smaller than her, her tentacles got to work.

As Sasha hissed with delight over her pussy tendrils launching themselves at every which direction, she felt an even bigger number of them join the fray, ejecting themselves from her anus and nipples. Screams of horror could be heard from everywhere in the three and now four floors Sasha was filling. Mice people all over were getting ensnared, captured and dragged back to Sasha, where they would get plunged into her various holes.

"Ohhh Goooood...! God-fucking-damnit! Into my ass, into my tits...! You all are going in...!" the crazy Sasha madly laughed, flailing her arms and crushing everything in their way as she was overwhelmed by the pleasure of having squirming prey filling her various holes. Those that didn't get inserted into Sasha's ravenous cunt vanished between her ass cheeks, utterly cushioned in fluffy fat before they were summarily devoured by her awaiting tail-hole. The rest, Sasha could actually witness as they spread her nipples open, harmlessly scratching her areolae as her tit tendrils forced them in through her distended milk ducts. "Tuh-tits so big they eat people, heehee... hehehe! Ahahahahahaaa...!" Sasha's laughter echoed through the crumbling surfaces surrounding her. She was enjoying herself far too much.

And with every victim absorbed by her swelling body, Sasha further grew taller and curvier. Her boobs sagged with multiple victims churning away into milk that inevitably started dripping through the tentacles coming out of them, inadvertently lubricating further meals. Her tits had surged with size, making her so chesty that each breast was now no less than three times the size of her own head each; particularly big enough to fill out entire apartments by themselves now. Her pelvic region widened in order to accommodate ever plumping thighs and her thickening rump, Sasha's ass so utterly massive that it could hide over a dozen people between the 'cheeks before they were pulled into her hungry asshole or dragged against her taint to be snacked on by her awaiting muff. And all the while, she grew taller and taller still.

The 20th floor couldn't hold her weight anymore; it had been a miracle as it was that it had lasted this long. Sasha's ascent was briefly interrupted as her knees crashed through the floor, her body smashing down five floors and crushing everything in the way under her great bulk. Sasha was only briefly stopped from falling by the sheer amount of rubble she had created, yet her ever climbing weight made the building shudder from every which direction. She was growing too big, too fast for the structure to remain intact!

She butt-slammed her way down another five floors after growing hundreds of feet tall. This time while falling down, the mouse gal's positioning had changed, with her sitting on her extra padded behind. This sent her legs forth, bowling down wall after all, apartment after apartment, her giant feet demolishing everything in their way until they had burst out through the other side of the building. With wreckage and debris constantly raining down upon her, Sasha became increasingly flustered and her shoulders and arms crashed through the multiple holes her growth had left above her, attempting to both block the incoming concrete, glass and wood and shove everything else out of her way.

Few midnight pedestrians happening upon the neighborhood were startled when they saw the giant dangling feet exploding out of the 40-storey building. Police and the fire department were immediately called into the scene, but even with the biggest reflectors they could find, there was not enough lighting for anybody to be able to make sense of what their eyes were showing them.

Sasha's arms tore holes in the sides of the building, hands punching out. Her feet began to descend as her lengthening legs pushed them out, inevitably reaching the streets down below. Bigger and bigger she swelled, devouring hundreds of the remaining tenants in the upper floors. She opened her mouth to catch anyone falling down her way that her hunting tendrils could not snatch in time. With the additional mass, her body further enlarged, the upper floors of her apartment building starting to come down all around her.

Soon, Sasha's feet had found purchase one street each. And right before the edification crumbled under her ass, she managed to push herself up, standing up to her glorious, skyscraper-sized self as people ran away from the crumbling structure. "Ahhh...!" Sasha sighed, taking hefty gulps of brisk midnight air as she spread her arms and knocked away the chunks of buildings she had come to wear like a snake's old shed skin. With every last tenant transformed into fuel for her growth, Sasha's ascension had pushed her to become even taller than her home building. Her tentacles had all receded, allowing her to feel unencumbered by their numbers stretching her various holes.

Smirking down at the streets full of panicking tinies, Sasha felt the most comfortable she had ever felt. She flicked the stubborn pieces of debris still clinging to the fur in her arms and ran the length of her ludicrously hour-glass shapely body down, stopping at her hips to strike a sassy pose to the audience down below. Comparing herself to the other skyscrapers around, many of which she already surpassed in height, Sasha placed her height around 800ft. tall. Her growth had grinded to a halt, but she didn't seem to mind now that she could see just how small everything else was. Especially the other mice.

Those that weren't already screaming their heads off at the curvaceous mouse lady of gargantuan size had already started fleeing in a chaotic exodus of trampling and flailing. Despite the fact many valued their lives more than they wanted to look at those wobbling mouse jugs, all lights were on Sasha's fantastically endowed form.

"MONSTER!"

"RUN AWAY! SHE'LL CRUSH US ALL!"

"Oh! Hohohoho...!" Sasha boomed with amusement, bringing the back of her right hand to the front of her mouth to haughtily laugh at their predicament. "Crush you? I won't just crush you. I will destroy_you all! You insignificant little germs!" she taunted, green eyes immediately setting on the fire truck down below trying to drive away. She was faster, leaning down and knocking her tits into the closest office building, demolishing it just so she could capture the firemen in their truck. "Now where do you studs think you're going to, leaving a lady this pretty _and needy? It's not like there's any other more important woman in the world right now, is there? Mhmhmhm...!"

The right door of the firetruck flailed open, one of the screaming firemen becoming a splatter on the asphalt when his attempt at fleeing was thwarted by Sasha lifting the truck up all the way up to eye-level with her. The rest hung to the vehicle for dear life. The giantess was pursing her lips into an evil, lustful pout. Her one-handed grip on the truck tightened further. "I think I know what to do with you, gentlemen... Nngh!" Sasha's menacing expression then twisted, eyes rolling up and drool sputtering through her teeth as she felt her pussy squeeze down on an unexpected intruder.

Sasha had to use her free hand to pull her breasts away so that she could look down at her fattened tail already making its home back inside of her cunt. "Plan B, then..." Sasha grinned. The poor firemen all gulped in unison. The horny giantess brought them back down halfway until they were level with her gigantic hips. Sasha cocked her hips sideways and let go of her breasts to instead grope and pull at one of her colossal ass cheeks to the side. Her fingers crept into her crack and she moaned, pressing her tail base out of the way so that she could expose her asshole, left gaping from the near-constant abuse it had received for the past few hours.

If the firemen at her hand protested or begged, she did not hear them. She didn't want to hear them, she only wanted to feel their contraption lodged up her unattended hole now that her pussy was getting slammed by her tail. Sasha was only careful to set the 30ft. long vehicle right at her backdoor, because after that she just shoved it in.

Groaning in delight, Sasha could feel the fire truck getting lodged in her tail hole, stimulating her anus with the engine's subtle vibrations. Her fingers pushed the vehicle further inside, feeling her sphincter barely providing any resistance at this point yet being fully rewarded with pleasure thanks to her anal walls clamping down once it had gone in deep enough. "Ahh... fuuuck... I can feel the motor still running," Sasha murmured to herself, knocking another skyscraper next to her over with the happy swings of her excited hips. "Go deep, little men!" she cried out with brightly blushing cheeks, but the poor, brave firefighters had already been crushed, fused with metal into a mere toy for Sasha's behind to snack on.

"God, I'm so fucking gargantuan!" Sasha triumphantly announced, cumming all over her pussy-wrecking tail as she felt her makeshift anal bead get sucked into her guts. Even though her pucker had been long since ruined into becoming an all-consuming hole incapable of being properly stretched by something like a fire truck at her current height, Sasha's tail was making sure every experience washed her away with additional bliss.

Her fat boobs were in the way constantly now, so she couldn't see it but she definitely felt her stomach bulging out every time her tail thrusted in. Her appendage grew many times its size before shrinking back to normal with every cycle, defiling her womanhood by stuffing it replete, slamming itself past her people-consuming cervix and flooding her womb with irregularly bloating tail meat. Had Sasha's mutations not imparted incomparable resilience, her tail alone would have killed her many times over already.

Besides herself with arousal, Sasha didn't make her giantess fantasy wait any longer. Her height dominated everything in the city save for a couple select buildings, one which she had already swung her hips into, tearing it in half. Naturally, her next target became her only rival in size: A 60-storey skyscraper at the center of Silvercoast's Maser district. The building took considerably more space than her wrecked home edifice, occupying three fourths of a block with its first 30 commercial stories; the other half being expensive rentable spaces. Sasha couldn't wait to test her abominable strength against that tower.

"Mmmph." The giant mouse girl grunted, shooting a glare down once she realized smaller buildings on both sides of the streets her feet were occupying were wedging her ankles together. Her feet simply took up too much space now, making a great number of cars disappear under her soles at once. Shuffling her feet only a bit, she briefly amused herself with the trembling buildings around them threatening to collapse. Grinning, she treated the constructions as a mound of sand at the beach and gradually lifted her left foot first. Held together only by their own weight pressing down on Sasha's feet, the structures started to collapse all around her rising foot much like a sand castle would.

"Look at these pathetic little things. Even when I try to take a single step I bring devastation to everything under my feet! Hehehe!" Sasha giggled, and took her first step with a mighty stomp. Her foot crashed down so hard that it took half a block out instantly, flattening every last brick, piece of concrete, shard of glass and person into the same ground-sinking mouse footprint. From the epicenter of the impact, a brutal shockwave wrought violent seismic activity which demolished and crumbled apart the rest of the neighborhood to the giantess' left.

Satisfied with the sound of office buildings and houses falling apart, and overjoyed at the fortuitous explosions she saw blasting from several damaged structures at different spots, Sasha gave herself a little clap and then turned her attention to her right foot. She had done it the slow and hard way first. This time, she didn't even think about it and kicked her right leg forwards, laughing as she watched torn pieces of concrete flying into the distance. "Hah! Try holding me down now, puny streets!"

Silvercoast quaked as Sasha stomped again and again making her way across districts. She was walking without even following the roads. If she hit flat asphalt or obstacles, Sasha didn't mind. Whether she experienced smooth steps, loud crunches or a distribution of both under her feet, the monstrous mouse woman enjoyed her short trip all the same.

Those that had miraculously stayed alive to witness her saw the staggeringly tall and extremely voluptuous body of a fertility goddess loom over them. Thick legs that seemed to go on forever, plump thighs enshrining the world's most bloated and tail-ravaged vulva, an ass so big its gluteal mass stuck out hundreds of feet behind its 800ft. tall owner; all of it trailing up a curvaceously clinched waist flaring into a chest so utterly engorged that there was no arguing Sasha had the biggest pair of tits the world had seen. She was so utterly thick that it was impossible for the curvaceous giantess to take a single step without her massive rump cheeks smacking into each other, clapping like thunder. Even the faintest of motions sent her titanic rack wobbling, with ominous sloshing rocking within.

Silvercoast had many skyscrapers, but once Sasha was in range of the only one capable of standing up to her fantastic size, she wasted little time in throwing her arms around it into a bear hug. "Let's see how my grip strength measures up!" she giggled to herself, already sensing structural integrity failing under her power. Supplementing the insane feat were Sasha's jugs, her cleavage having chugged the rest of the upper part of the skyscraper like a juicy, thick shaft. Both the pressure of Sasha's limbs and the incredible weight of her mammaries were something the edification had certainly not been built to withstand. And soon enough, with a wimpy shudder, it started to give.

With the tip of the building falling over her shoulders, Sasha let out an accomplished squeak of delight. She wiggled her hips in rhythm with her perverted tail, squirting part of her latest load of juices at the front of the building she had been crushing in a hug. "No one, and nothing can stand up to me!" She sang out like a petulant child getting her way, rocking her chest and leaning down to flatten the building under its weight.

"Mmm!" her eyes widened as the downward motions caused a damaged but held-together chunk of building to pop out from the top of her generous cleavage. "Naughty..." she squinted with a smirk, licking her rodent incisors before dragging her tongue over that tip with a lewd moan. Grabbing the sides of her tits, she pressed them together around the new top of the building, tearing it right off. She engulfed the sticking out debris in her mouth, suckling and chewing on it like a snack while turning around, looming her monstrous ass cheeks to what remained of the once-rivaling building.

Those at the Maser district could only watch as the giant woman dwarfing their community not only destroyed their proud trade center, but deviously turned it into a toy to satisfy her horny antics with. Many eyes bulged out in terror, and many more in arousal, when Sasha's tail receded, exited, curled around her sides and reinserted into her pussy, keeping out of the way for her monumental ass to come down on what remained of the block. Sasha sat on it all.

She found herself moaning as she fucked her tits around the deformed piece of building in her cleavage, soon finding herself more than eager to tease her beading nipples. Sasha had turned most of the mass she had assimilated into size, but a good amount of it had been repurposed into the milk currently filling her bloated mammaries. As she toyed with her lactating teats, Sasha remembered the wild feeling of tentacles writhing out through her milk ducts, but also all those desperate people attempting to get out of them before they were consumed by her hungry breasts. Milk was flowing out of her nipples, but she hardly felt it anymore. They didn't contribute pressure. She had to contribute that pressure herself now.

Sasha made herself crunch the compacted building tip in her mouth as she slipped not one but two fingers into each of her nipples. She felt her own warm and slick insides as she fingered her tits, starting to pant with chunks of building falling off her teeth and tongue. "Oh Godddd, oh fuck, I love this! Everything feels so good about me...!" she celebrated, but this was only the start.

Down below at the wrecked business district, Sasha could still see cars. Wrecked, upended, some miraculously intact ones. Some of them even attempting to outrun her depravity. Sasha didn't care the state they were in. She abandoned one of her nipples in favor of scooping the tiny vehicles up by a handful and inserted them into her milk holes, one by one, sometimes two at a time. As she stretched herself with them, Sasha couldn't help but hope there were people sitting in those cars her breasts were devouring, exciting herself with the image of their horrified faces as they were enveloped by her ever hungering milky jugs, doomed to drown and melt in breastmilk.

"More..." she panted excitedly, groping her nipples betwixt two fingers and stroking off their length. Sasha absorbed so fast that only more cream poured back out. Grinding her fat ass against the wrecked remains of the skyscraper, more concrete chunks got densely compacted into her crack and inevitably pulled into her hungering behind. "So hungry...!" the bitchy mouse cried, bouncing herself up and down and spilling her milk everywhere until her tail hole was stretched by the smashed bottom part of the building she was sitting on. So desperate for insertion was her round backside that the needy hole began to contract hard enough to create pressure objects such as that nicely molded debris could not resist. Sasha sat up straighter than usual when she felt the penetration and consciously squeezed around her prey, the suction so powerful she drew in another toy without the use of her hands.

"More!" Sasha demanded once she felt the building get ripped off its foundation by her hungry ass. She shifted her weight around to her knees and began to crawl about the Maser district, in search of more things to stretch herself with and snack on. She swallowed buses up her asshole, engulfed water tanks atop buildings with her nipples before tearing them right off, she even took to ripping out entire chunks of asphalt densely packed with screaming and cowering tinies. All those mice for whom those yelps of fear were the perfect condiment were tilted down the gluttonous giantess' mouth. The last thing the victims saw was Sasha's pendulous uvula before they disappeared down her gullet.

Feasting on the Maser district soon made Sasha's body accrue enough mass to resume her growth, although at a much slower pace than before. She took to ripping entire chunks of buildings from those that had survived her oafish city crawling, straight out biting them out of her hands to chow down. Vehicles soon became entirely too small to not be taken in by the bundle, so much like people she started to scoop them out the streets alongside the asphalt, which she also fed to her various starving holes.

And like a well-oiled machine, all the eating invariably led Sasha to get horny once again. After laying waste to an entire district with her insatiable appetite alone, she climbed back up to her feet and wiped her forearm across her drooling mouth with a lustful gaze.

Dawn was slowly starting to break, lending slight illumination for Sasha to see what lay before her. Even at 900ft. tall, there were still buildings that looked like a good fit for her. Sasha threw herself at the phallic shapes, and whether they became victims of her ass, tits or mouth, she went as hard as she could on them, obliterating them within seconds. Structures were crushed into dust, the giantess simply unable to hold her legendary strength back. But Sasha laughed.

"Big Beautiful Mouse coming through...!" she announced herself as she traveled back to the Keller district, where evacuation efforts had taken place.

Most of the people there had been fortunate enough to decide leaving Silvercoast from the south-west exit was their best bet. With Sasha eating and riding everything in the eastern districts, they had chosen correctly. Unfortunately for those with no easy means to go away, the ones who had to huddle up and wait for their rescue thanks to all the leveled and fissured roads, Sasha was coming back.

With fear in their eyes the locals watched as their cruel goddess took from them everything in her lustful wake. Towers and apartment buildings left their foundations as that extra plus sized bitch turned them into dildos for her dripping nipples or her overgrown ass. She left them hanging out of the holes, squeaking and squealing in delight as her hungry holes drew them in. It was hard for the regular people to tell whether she was being using their city as sex toy shop or a buffet; perhaps it was both.

The brave members of the force down at the police precinct had already heard of the fall of their coworkers at the Maser. Although they had become solely responsible for the well-being of a handful of survivors while they waited for extraction, their time had run out. That gigantic mouse ass was blocking all natural and artificial light as its owner loomed above the large station.

"Wait a minute! Are you seeing that?"

"Isn't that the rookie?!"

"Oh God, look at the size of her! She's even bigger than when she left the district...!"

"Muntz! Hey, Muntz! Is that you?! It's us, your fellow officers...!"

Those that recognized Sasha could only wave their arms out of windows, standing atop ceilings, even from the outside parking lot. But Sasha couldn't hear them. Her feet stomped down on each side of the station, ass wiggling as she aligned herself with the building.

"That fat bitch is gonna sit down on us all if nobody does a thing!"

"Run! RUN! OUT OF MY DAMN WAY!"

Façades fell as despair took hold. Some officers remained in order to round the survivors to get out as quickly as possible, others became overwhelmed and bolted for the nearest clear road. Sasha's ass was coming down like a couple of moons on collision course.

Buff, big and mean Royd had been one of the few officers attempting to get a damaged chopper's rotor system back online at the station's roof. His hopes dashed, all he could do was stare right at the approaching canyon of intergluteal crease rapidly on approach. Tensing up, he clenched his teeth, shut his eyes and thought of only one thing: "Maybe I was too much of an asshole."

CRASH.

The west district Silvercoast police station was no more, completely repurposed as a seat for its newest member. Sasha moaned out loud as the process of anal suction began anew, but this time she simply settled back to enjoy it. "Ahhh..." she gasped in delight, panting and lolling her tongue out, relaxing from all the intense amount of action she had subjected her immense body to. "Being a giant really is hard work! So much to do...!" she giggled with excitement, thumbing over her dripping nipples.

With her fingers staunching the flow for a moment, Sasha hefted her enormous tits up and popped both teats greedily into her mouth. She had eaten so much junk, literal junk and people, that she had almost forgotten what her tits were really for. Entire pools worth of milk gushed into Sasha's mouth as she nursed off herself, eagerly drawing in as much as that sweet mouse cream as she possibly could. For what seemed like hours, all she did was chug her own milk while gently riding and squeezing her workplace into her anus.

Sasha couldn't stop thinking about what she should do next. There was so much more of Silvercoast to enjoy, but she could already sense her meals were going to be scarce if she stayed behind for too long. She thought of other cities and how wonderful it would be to visit them, to bring them the joy of experiencing the marvelousness of a sexy mouse woman like herself repurposing their worthless lives into the greater whole: Her own body.

But before she could dabble deeper into her own fantasies, a rumbling from her pulsing gut interrupted her gulping. Sasha shook all over and glanced down, letting go of her tits. The vibrations grew more powerful to the point of making her feel concerned for a change. With a frown, she glided a palm over her bulging stomach, but before she could even question what could be happening, the giantess pitched forwards with an insane amount of weight pulling her down.

"Eeeek...!" Sasha cried out in surprise, submerging the entire park next to her workplace under a deluge of boob flesh and her violently expanding gut. It was such a bad spill that even her pumping tail slipped out of her cunt and ended rigidly pointing skyward above her.

Sasha barely had any time to push herself up on her hands and knees before a wave of tingling pleasure spread all over her. "Aaaah...!" she cried out again, feeling her arms and legs bulking up and her mid-section pushing out. The rest of her body followed suit, rapidly beginning to grow several dozen feet taller per second. And then, with a mighty rumble, her expansion began to accrue by hundreds at a time!

Sasha had come to get used to and relish the slow paced enlargement of her body, so suddenly burying the entire park under her curvaceous mass in less than a minute caught her off guard. Throughout the explosive growth spurt, Sasha didn't get a lot of time to appreciate her dwindling surroundings, the entire Keller district starting to vanish underneath her. "Thu-this is..." Sasha's words became drowned in her own moans; all she could do was mentally dribble. "This is nuts!" the thought of becoming apocalyptically large energized Sasha, but there was something preventing her from using all that welling strength inside of her, rooting her in place. "I can't move my body?! What's going on...?!"

As if to answer the rapidly ascending Sasha's doubts, her swollen torso began to push away from her hips. She looked back and down in shock as she felt her balled hands raze everything in their advance. She hadn't merely grown a fat gut, her torso had bloated sideways as well, and now it was apparently increasing the distance between her upper and lower bodies by elongating. Once Sasha's swollen abdomen had practically tripled in length, she started to feel a queasy sensation all over.

"Oooooghh..." the giant mouse groaned, her eyes narrowing, her jaws dropping and her tongue lolling. She arched her back once the pressure at her sides and front became far too great. At the height of a city-shaking bellowing, skin-stretching lumps at her profiles started to burst open with three pairs of hands punching their way out of Sasha's body followed by their arms mimicking her originals. Dripping with liquid resembling amniotic fluid, the new, perfectly replicated limbs started flailing every which way in response to Sasha's panic. Of all the things she had consciously witnessed that night, she had not been expecting to grow additional arms. She looked like a colossal hybrid between a mouse and pseudo-centipede!

And before Sasha could even start getting used to her new life as a multi-limbed giant, the lumps underneath her chest finally set and began to stretch her elongated abdomen, forming into three rows of two inflating mounds each. Almost on instinct, all of her new arms curled in and moved their hands to one swelling fluff sac each. With thorough massaging, Sasha felt herself derive strangely familiar pleasure which she soon realized was the exact same feeling she felt while groping her fat milky jugs.

Underneath her massive breasts, six new tits were developing to cover the newly available space. These new breasts swelled until they each matched the size of the original pair, a dozen fingers working on pinching out her six new budding nipples which inevitably joined the lactation effort. "Gahhh...! Ahhh... suh-so much...!" Sasha found herself panting and squirming like a seriously backed up bovine getting milked, with the main difference being that at over half a mile tall and growing, Sasha's dairy was starting to literally flood Silvercoast.

And as if suddenly having grown the eight most laden udders in the planet hadn't been enough, Sasha could also feel pressure building at her back. Her tail had also begun swelling, crawling with what seemed to be a large number of lumps attempting to fill up her appendage. The mouse tail grew and grew, stretching horribly as it swole to five times its original girth until it could stretch no more and then it exploded. With tendons and skin flying everywhere, Sasha became relieved that the pressure was gone. However, one glance backwards let her know why her tail base was so ticklish now.

Looming above Sasha and squirming like the tendrils which had aided her not too long ago were nine newly formed tails three times the length of her original one. Four of them dove down to her right, while four others took to her left. Sasha squealed as the eight new tails smacked her breast-jockeying hands out of the way, wrapping themselves around and squeezing the milk out of her multiple orbs. The ninth made a spectacular curl, rattling like a snake before confirming its target and spearing through Sasha's pussy. Yet again, the giantess had no choice but to endure sexual ravaging by her own extremities.

It was just too much for Sasha's overwhelmed brain to process. Amidst orgasmic screams, the rampant growth, the milking and the pounding, Sasha's consciousness was gradually vanishing. Already several miles tall and still accelerating, it wasn't going to be long before the entirety of Silvercoast became nothing but the spectacularly mutating rodent.

Indeed, Sasha was swelling at such unprecedented speeds that she was beginning to take over the horizon for neighboring cities that were starting to greet the day with quite the shocking image to say the least. From that far away, it was easy to see the multi-armed, multi-breasted, multi-tailed woman was further changing. Even if a person had just woken up to witness the most fucked up spectacle they had ever witnessed, it didn't take a genius to realize things were only just getting started when Sasha's back started swelling into a hump.

Twisting vocal chords made Sasha's moans start coming out distorted, her feminine tone warping into a deeper bass that resembled superimposed voices speaking at once. But her voice wasn't using words any longer, she could only alternate between groaning and screaming, the latter of which happened almost immediately when the inflating hump at her back quadrupled the size of her own head and burst open.

Sasha lurched forwards from the impact of her back opening up, the two pairs of breasts closest to her face lifting and lactating all over the coast side. From her back emerged a horrible swarm of mutated, additional limbs. Masses of fleshy tentacles squirmed their way out to ludicrous lengths, piercing the clouds themselves, some of them slamming the landscape as they flopped heavily to the sides. Following them was an explosion of bone spikes which started riddling Sasha's back with slick yet pointy ivory spires. Then, eight multi-segmented tendrils made of bone and cartilage stabbed themselves out with a gory mess. Their multiple joints cracked as they curled with claws forming at their tips, making these eight new limbs resemble spider legs.

Loud insectoid buzzing filled the air as Sasha grew five pairs of transparent wings which immediately started beating at supersonic speeds the moment their birth was complete. And thanks to the way Sasha already bigger than all of Silvercoast at ten miles tall, it was such a loud sound it could be heard across the entire state, with those at the limits hearing a faint buzzing mimicking an incoming swarm of killer wasps.

There was no seeming end to Sasha's unbridled expansion, and now that Pandora's box had opened at her back, the mutations and appendage production only seemed to exacerbate. All of her hands and feet began to change at once, fingers fusing with skin and flesh melting off as bones turned into sharp claw-like implements resembling a mole's, with her elbows and heels sporting bone spikes like the ones covering her back.

More and more tentacles of various sizes yet incredible length continued to emerge from her back. The larger ones shot themselves forth and dove into the ocean with a huge splash causing tidal waves all around the coast area. The smaller tentacles went in the opposite direction, invading cities, the highways, the countryside, farms, everywhere still populated by that which was still living.

From the smaller tentacles sprouted additional tendrils that branched off and sought prey. However, unlike before the hunting tendrils didn't bother to swallow their victims. Each tentacle would find a potential victim, be it mouse, wild beast or plant, and it would ram itself clean through. From the resulting wound, blood and sap would become tainted, darken into a charcoal color and then spread out like an infection.

The black infection consumed its victim, breaking them down whether they were powerful or weak, old or young. It spared nothing, for it wanted every last bit of biological mass it could assimilate. Victims rapidly lost their shape, collapsing into a goopy mess that the murdering tendrils absorbed until there was nothing left. And then, the tentacles would go off to seek out their next meal. Sasha's meal.

While the land-bound tentacles took over every city in the state, feasting on everything that moved, Sasha's ocean-dwelling tendrils captured and assimilated all sea life within. With the state's population rapidly falling to Sasha's body's insatiable hunger, her growth once again began to accelerate, which led her to body to grow out into the neighboring states which her hunter tentacles wasted little time in invading.

Sasha was little more than a drooling zombie by now. Mutations made her growl and scream like a beast in pain, but she wasn't moving her limbs anymore, simply drooling and hardly wiggling her hips as her tail fucked her into oblivion. Her monstrous form was literally and proverbially consuming everything in its way, with her size ascending past a hundred miles tall and explosively climbing higher thanks to the insane influx of biomass she was taking in. It wasn't very long before whole countries were covered under her apocalyptically gigantic breasts.

What little vestiges of thought remained in Sasha prompted her to open her eyes. Through the green glow of her eyes she vacantly stared at the whitening ocean before her, and the land of the overseas continent beyond. She was so fucking huge. That concept which had for so long driven her fantasies had become the one leading grip on reality she had left. Still taking over the continent with her ever swelling, heavily mutated body, Sasha's tremendously titanic legs and her clawed hands made their effort to push her back up on her feet one more time.

Rising to over a thousand miles tall and still rising, Sasha could feel the ground beneath her incredibly heavy feet sinking down. She turned around to glance at the continent she was looming over. Thanks to the army of hungry tentacles diligently covering and assimilating all the biomass they could, it was almost impossible to see anything but the writhing of swollen, slick flesh pulsing over the land. The biggest tentacles behind her were now taking to gulp the ocean down while the rest fed on the last dregs on land.

Sasha smiled. She wanted to taunt the shrinking world around her, to roar out her victory over everybody, to lord over them that their pathetic lives would feel eternal bliss with her as they were repurposed to her own greatness. But all she could do was moan stupidly. Her faculties were leaving her even now, as she didn't need her brain working at anything but processing all that bliss she was constantly being subjected to.

"B-buh... bwaaaagh..." the giantess drooled, all four of her right hands lifting and pointing their sharp claws towards the west, across the sea, where her tentacles began to hungrily grow out towards. Western civilization didn't stand a chance. Feasting began anew with the ocean levels steadily on the decline, the mouse mindlessly consuming and absorbing in order to fuel her on-going transformation.

And with another moan, Sasha began to lean back as her middle-section right above the hips started bloating once more. She bent backwards at an angle that would've snapped a normal person's spine, her insect wings beating really hard while all eight spider legs stabbed themselves into the land below to support her. Her giant belly was twisting and contorting, widening her middle into a morbidly obese shape. Bigger and bigger her stomach swelled until inevitably it began to tear apart. But the tear appeared along the width of Sasha's stomach, where the skin started to pull away at the seam.

With a horrendously guttural noise of flesh splitting apart, Sasha's stomach opened up, revealing a gaping maw akin a deep-sea creature's. Rows upon rows of razor-sharp fangs that could have punctured entire cities filled the ghastly mouth, with four enormously swollen tongues spilling forth. The slick organs dunked down to lick what the tentacles weren't covering, razing and scooping the very crust out whether it had vestiges of flora or not. One by one, each tongue directly fed Sasha's stomach with whatever its tongues captured.

"Guhhh... gahhh...!" Sasha couldn't stop sputtering, having trouble even moaning consistently now. Her head was starting to hurt, a pain which she soon found was centering at her forehead. On each side of that area, bone started emerging through tearing fleshly lumps. Horns like a bull's grew and curled into sharp tusk-like appendages, but that didn't stop the pain. Sasha felt even more pressure at the forefront of her head and part of her scalp, her cranium distending and bulging hard.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she let out an incredibly long, planet-shaking scream when the forehead bulge began to split open, revealing a pulsing eye of hellish crimson. Further distorting her world-quaking bellowing, Sasha's face started to disfigure with her unhinged jaws pushing out faster than her furry skin could keep up with. Her incisors split to opposite sides, doubling their length and thickness into tusk-like fangs, pulling away so messily they split her face open with her skull starting to pour through the mess.

The rest of her teeth followed through, mimicking the arrangement of her stomach-maw with gigantic fangs no predator would be able to fit in them. And through the crevices of those teeth, Sasha's tongue began to gain length, escaping outside. The slick muscle draped over tits, growing past all four cleavages, hanging over her stomach-maw and finally stopping its enlargement once it had landed on the tail still going to town on the creature's vagina. The tongue then began to curl with great prehensility, slurping that overstimulated vulva all the way up to the clitoris, which it began to squeeze and pull at in order to add even more to all that devious depravity going on.

With facial vestiges all but decimated the heavily mutated beast that used to be Sasha started to float off the surface of the planet, finally starting to become far too great to properly affected by gravity anymore. When all tentacles were recalled, what was left behind was not a world vibrant with life but what appeared to be a floating, damaged and cracked rock stripped bare of all its color.

The creature's terrible body simply continued growing without end, ravaging itself as it waited to overtake the size of the world it had originated from. Its middle maw drew its tongue back in, nudging the clit-ravaging tongue away so that it would not be denied its next meal. The maw opened as wide as it could before chomping down ahead of it, ripping a whole chunk of the planet before masticating it once or twice and swallowing. Monstrous bites reduced the once imposing celestial body to the equivalent of an apple core. And once the creature had become large enough, its stomach snapped down for the last time on its meal, calling curtains for the once mouse dominated world.

But the world devouring creature's feast was not done. Now that the space-faring monstrosity was as large as an entire planet, the consumption of all it had so far hardly constituted a snack for its unquenchable thirst for matter. And with an entire planet's core fueling its innards, its mutations resumed once again.

The monster's shoulders grew out many times wider, its neck elongating like the stalk of a plant. Once the exposed, split-open skull was ten heads away from its shoulders, a number of growths started assaulting different sections of the flagging snake-like pole. From those new lumps began stemming six additional necks with freshly grown heads like blooming flowers. Mouse heads, brown fur, long black hair. Each head mimicked Sasha before any of her mutations, and no longer than their eyelids moved away they all began to scream into the void of space.

"AHHHHH!"

"WHAT IS THIS?!"

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEEEE?!"

"NOOOO!"

"EEEEK, MAKE IT STOOOOP!"

"NWWAAAAAOOOOOH...!"

One by one the newly born heads' helpless expressions twisted in pain. Some of them split open with their jaws tearing through their mouth, while others had tentacles shooting out of their ears, splattering slick brain matter in every which direction, while others' tongues swelled so much they began to lick the fur and skin off themselves until they were left with bone and exposed muscle. A rising amount of new red eyes started popping on each head, the orbs themselves growling like their very own monsters.

As the tree of unimaginably horrors waved and oscillated above the monster, its lengthening limbs and slick extremities began to pick up everything they could grip that wasn't itself, bringing it in to be absorbed to further fuel its growth. Consumed by its own directive and the echoes of Sasha's corrupted desires, the abomination never stopped getting bigger and more hideous.

Its legs swelled out with muscle and sinew, thickening grotesquely until they could swell no longer. Limit reached, the titanic hams split open four ways each from where four identical legs reformed. With the clawed feet at the bottom flailing at the end of legs arranged at the rim of the monster's bottom, the floating beast had gained eight new grasping claws. Using its new limbs' muscular strength, the creature began to propel itself through space, making it look like a demonic jellyfish. It was in this way that the size-hungry beast continued to make its way to the next bit of matter it could bring to its oversized mouth.

First, it was every planet in the solar system. Then, asteroid belts and other space debris was added to its mass. The sun itself was drawn in like a relatively colossal jawbreaker candy into the monster's gaping maw once it had exceeded even the size of a star. With the solar system consumed, it could only make its move to the neighboring ones.

With every star it consumed, the creature grew even more massive and impressively swollen with mutations. Everything was multiplying at a staggering rate. Heads, tails, tentacles, legs, arms, breasts. It was soon impossible to assign proper shape or form to the all-consuming thing. It crept along the galaxy, devouring every solar system in its wake, covering more and more space in its pulsing mass until the entirety of that cosmos had been forced to join the writhing mutant.

Over 20 wailing, monstrous heads screamed, growled and oozed from the galaxy destroying atrocity. Twice that number in tails forced themselves into an equal amount of lactating nipples. Without the need to move, its twenty legs and forty arms squirmed or kicked uselessly, gradually melting into the beast's mass as their hunting tasks were taken over by an ever increasing number of spider legs and tentacles.

Soon, only whole galaxies could sate the all-consuming anathema of destruction. They all fell to the starving monster's appetite and its unchained desire to assimilate. And with the last of the universe's space taken over, with nothing else to devour within reach, that was when the chaos seemingly came to an end. That amalgam of flesh and rock which had wrought unimaginable horror to creation itself had finally stopped getting bigger, its various wailing heads slowly falling asleep save for the one at the very top middle.

While its body lay in a dormant state, the deformed skull that refused to sleep suddenly began to cackle. High-pitched, distorted, screaming laughter came forth, resonating in every corner of the otherwise empty universe.

"HeHEEEhEEEHeeeeHEEEHEEEheeeHAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAAAaaaaaaa...!"

Thus marked The End of insanity.