Attendees: "Okay. The first rule about sleepovers: You do not talk about sleepovers. I see most of you have failed in that regard."
Rose, standing precariously on the chair in the middle of the room, looked out over her gathering of women. The room had been littered with mattresses, sleeping bags, pillows and backpacks, as well as the girls currently present. This was the first annual Lalonde Sleepover Extravaganza, which had initially started as something just between Rose, Jade, Roxy and Jane but eventually expanded to include the six troll girls as well. Sure, they might not be youngsters anymore and the trolls had never even heard of a sleepover before, but you're never to old to sit around in sleeping bags and talk gossip. The trolls had been a bit confused by the idea first but after some explaining had come to look forward to the night.

Vriska, who was barely even listening to Rose talking about snack and snoring policies, turned to Aradia who was sitting next to her wearing an adorable set of PJs with small sheep printed upon it. "8lah 8lah. Can you fetch me my chips?" Aradia reached into her backpack without taking her eyes of Rose, handing the noisy bag to the spidergirl, who was dressed in only her cerulean underwear, obviously to show off her impressive tits. "Just make sure you don't get any in your bed, I heard from Jade that it can kill you. Or something like that."

Eventually the evening continued with playing around with makeup (Nepeta ended up drawing whiskers on herself and anyone foolish enough to let her put makeup on them while Roxy desperately tried to save her lipsticks from being eaten by Terezi) and watching movies, Vriska almost hogging the TV for herself to watch Nick Cage but eventually being literally dragged off it so that they could watch Gossip Girl instead. In the middle of it all Rose and Kanaya disappeared for a few minutes, only to come back smiling and holding hands. Much to the host's annoyance Mom Lalonde appeared and tried to offer snacks and drinks with dubious amounts of alcohol in them, but with some proper nudges and passive-aggressive thanks she returned back into her own room to get smashed.

But as all sleepovers tend to go, it was time to go to bed. Rain had started to pour outside that gave a pleasantly drowsy noise in the room and it didn't take long until the lights were turned off and everyone slipped in under their sheets. Jane gave Roxy a quick peck goodnight, Nepeta texted Equius a diamond and Feferi started making quiet glub noises as she slept. All was good and quiet...

"...Ewww, for fuck's sake Aradia. What the hell?" Vriska sat up and gently thrust her knee into the sleeping form next to her, whispering. "Mnnh... What is it?" Aradia responded, shuffling in her bag. "You licked me." True enough, a wide smear of saliva was across her face, though it was too dark for anyone but Vriska to tell. "No I didn't, it was probably Terezi. Go back to bed." the ramtroll replied. "SOM3ON3 S41D MY N4M3?" could be heard from across the room. "no one said your name terezi. now shhh, you're too loud." "I Apologize Jade But You Appear To Be The Loud One Right Now And I Would Appreciate It If You Would Mind Being A Little Bit More Quiet For The Sake Of-" "Kanaya can you clam down? I'm trying to sleep )(ere." With everyone now waking up it seemed like it would take some time before they would all get back to sleep again.

But then, lightning struck outside.

Visitors: The shapes silhouetted in the brief glimpse of light towered above the gaggle of sleepy party goers; the one in the middle began to writhe, and speak. "cod dam, porrim! you gave us away 38/" it spoke, annoyed with the silhouette to her right. "My bad, Meenah, but I have n+o idea h+ow many times I g+ot to tell you: it has a mind of its +own!" The behemoth in the dark retorted, equally as irritated with its cohort's ignorance. A sudden stink flooded the room as some crashing sounds announced, ominously, of a third figure. It spoke in a strange language, and, although hard to see, it moved its arms back and forth in long strokes, almost as if it was caressing something huge, and pungent...

"yeah, you got a point, damara. at the very least, these guppies aint swimmin away nowhere eelmao." The middle blob spoke again, something liquid and heavy splattering the floor beneath her. It wasn't long before it's two pals huddles together, stroking whatever was in front of the middle figure. And once more, lighting boomed outside again, fierce and with lasting splendor. The three intruders identities were exposed. They were three large, very hung and bodacious babes, easily clocking in over 8 feet tall, the throbbing fuck-sticks each owned almost rivaling them in sheer size. "N+ow d+o n+ot be scared, girls. We pr+omise that this will be very fun for b+oth of us...~" One of them spoke. A tattooed giantess, with piercings on her lips. Though her voice was calm and composed, it betrayed an air of lust that was evident in her gurgling ballsack, and monstrous cock. "unfortunately for us, T)(IS is the part where yall start runnin 38/" The middle one, the leader most likely, announced loudly, signaling her voluptuous cronies toward the bewildered girls...

Attendees: The entire room was quiet, save for the patter of rain hitting the windows and the occasional thunder in the far distance, all eyes turned towards the trio looming above the sleepover. It was a sight so obscene, perverted and frightening no one could move, paralyzed by the brief glimpses of large phalluses that seemed impossibly big. Three of the girls were particularly distressed seeing as their horns matched the interlopers' and while everyone in the room took note of this, no one dared to comment their similarities. It was as if a single breath could explode the tension in the room and perhaps they would have stayed in their scared staredown had not Vriska suddenly leapt out of her sleeping bag, sprinting out of the room while yelling "F8CK THIS!".

Immediately the gathered trolls and humans jumped up and started to run, crying out and running away from the terrifying older trolls. Had they all stayed and fought maybe they would've had a chance seeing as how they outnumbered the trio three-to-one but the panic spread like wildfire and the faster of the trolls were already on their way out of the room. Before long the room had emptied of sleepoverers... Except Jane. Not only was she the only one left but her placement in the room made it almost comical as she was sitting smack-dab in the middle of the abandoned blankets and bags. She was sitting up on her mattress, blanket gripped tightly in her hands, and simply couldn't get herself to move. Well, not until the terrifying trolls in front of her took the first step forward, making her scramble out of her bedsheets in an attempt to catch up with the others. "Golly wait up!!!"

Visitors: "good job porrim, now we ACS)(OALLY have to go hunt our food down." the seadweller leader said, annoyed. 

"Well, I'm so+rry! I can't really control this thing when fo+o+d is so readily accessible , Meenah!" The bodacious babe to Meenah's left retorted, her body lighting up like a big lightbulb for a split second, a large, dripping tongue sliding out from her taint, swiping across her huge cum sac. "Damara, sweetheart, you aren't mad, right?" She asked her silent cohort with the ram horns. Damara, however, shrugged her shoulders, not caring either way. In actuality, she kinda preferred a nice hunt to get the blood flowing, specifically to her oversized, veiny dick. 

"whale, waterever. aint pike they goin anywh- )(---EY )(---EY! the shell you goin, gill?" The tall tyrian bitch snatched poor Jane by her ankle, stealing her hopes escaping too. "ooh dam, i get the cute one first, and you thicc af! 38)" Meenah hung the human girl above her rising shaft, licking her lips greedily. "sorry hos, this fish is already reeled in. gotta find your own eelmao." 

"GREEDY FISH BITCH. ALWAYS TAKE GOOD ONES." Damara growled, annoyed at Meenah, not for getting first dibs, but for blueballing her so fucking nasty. The ramtroll sauntered off, a trail of musky pre following her as she rounded a corner.

"No+ matter. I had my eyes o+n a really ado+rable mo+rsel myself. Happy hunting, Meenah. And try to+ leave so+me for Damara and I this time..." The motherly Porrim blew a kiss at the upside down Jane before following Damara, nearly busting her ass as she slipped on the slick trail of cock juice.

"Ha ha... Ahem. So+rry. It's dark in here. So+meo+ne sho+uld really turn on the lights..." Porrim peeped, leaving the scene before she embarrasses herself any further.

Jane: Any hope of escaping with the rest of her friends were dashed by Jane's forward momentum being suddenly stopped, the grip on her ankle might as well being a steel chain. The baker girl flew forward onto her stomach, knocking the breath out of her lungs and leaving her dazed, easy to reel in. Perhaps an appropriate description, considering the troll that had captured her.

Incredibly enough her glasses managed to stay on as she was hoisted in the air, held up-side-down with her eyes eventually settling on the grinning visage that was Meenah. A quick look to the sides she could now see Damara and Porrim as well, each of them having smirks on their faces that terrified Jane to her core. But while their smiles were scary letting her view drop down she once again got to see their bodies, even more obscene and frightening to the point of fiction. Each of them sporting enormous cocks and balls, and from her held position Jane could even see what had to be a giant pussy between the jadeblood's legs. And... had she just seen something slither inside of it!?

"I-I think you should unhand me! Let me go you, you beast!" she managed to whimper as Porrim made her way out of the room, leaving her alone in the dimly lit field of sleeping bags with Meenah. The grip on her foot was as strong as ever and if she leaned her head back she was looking right at the head of her fuchsia-tinted dick, a pungent smell coming from it. "And gosh, that's rank..." she grimaced, a heavy scent of pre-cum permeating the air, the colored translucent fluid rolling down the length of the throbbing rod beneath her.

Meenah: "you bet it is. but youll get used to it, trust me. your buds too 38)" Meenah whispered her words, bumping the little human's face against the sloppy tip of her cock. The maw, stinking and dripping in luke-warm pre-jizz, kissed Jane's adorable face in a lewd embrace. The sensations tickled Meenah to her core, eliciting some coos and swears from the sea-troll. Oh, how badly she wanted to gobble her meal up already. But, Meenah remained steadfast, knowing there was some fun to be had before the main event. "lets get these pesky clothes off first..." She said, licking her lips as she motioned for Jane's pants.

Jane: Jane was in no mood for a facial of any kind, even less one administered by a way too big cock-sporting troll, so she tried her best to turn her head away while Meenah lowered her down against the dick. It did little to stop the seadweller from smearing pre on her forehead, with the risk of it getting in other places from the impressive volume oozing out of the cockslit. She was stuck between gasping and grunting from the vile act and whimpering in fear, though the former took precedence whenever the warm cockhead pressed up against her. "No I- What, I won't do that!?" Jane's hands immediately shot up to cover her pyjamaspants, looking panickedly at Meenah. Despite having held her so high for so long the tyrianblood's arm didn't tremble one bit, another testament to the superstrength she was dealing with. "Miss you put me down this instant, or I'll-"

Meenah: Meenah cackled, cutting off her trembling morsel's words; a splash of pre washed over Jane's face suddenly. Heavy globs of the stuff fell on the floor with audible thuds. "man, the S)(---ELL you finna do? think you forgettin that YOU the one that boat to stretch out my sweaty sack!!" The monster girl guffawed, tearing off the human's clothes in one flick off the rest. Jane, naked and afraid, was a sight to behold; the sea dweller indulged. 

First thing's first: lubricant. Last time Meenah did dry, it wasn't pretty, in spite of all the pre-cum she makes. With that in mind, she lifts her morsel up and onto the six feet of fuck meat jutting out of her, rubbing Jane against her veiny cock, moaning.

Jane: Jane's world was unexpectedly made fuchsia as her entire face was covered in vile, smelly pre, the pink glob getting into her mouth and nose and making her cough loudly. The smell of jizz was so strong and so virile that she barely caught what Meenah said, though the intentions became all too clear as her clothes were reduced to mere shreds.

She couldn't get herself to cover her plump body, too terrified and flustered from the sudden facial. Jane would do as a very nice chubby meal indeed, her curvy body full of meat for Meenah's package. With no agency over her body Jane found herself lifted up and then pressed against the hard, warm shaft, the sticky rod covering her body in tyrian gunk. "This is- Golly there's so much!" she exclaimed, trying to strain against Meenah's hold as panic set in.

Meenah: "you bet eelmao 383" Meenah grinned, her shark teeth gleaming in the moonlight.   She continued to lather her meal up in her smelly dick juice, the way a chef marinates his chicken before stuffing it in the oven. The tyrianblood troll was just as delicate too, taking her time and savoring the sensation of warm skin massaging her sensitive pole, hot and pulsing. Minutes felt like hours, blissful and heavenly hours, to the troll, not wanting this 'foreplay' to end. But alas, all good things must 'cum' to and end. Meenah peeled off the girl, caked in vile cock slime, and hoisted her up again like a caught salmon; she raised her titan of the depths, her hungry cock, in one hand, the gaping slit opening even more; it spat out more pre-cum like a geyser.

Jane: By the time that Meenah had finished covering Jane in pre, the poor human had stopped struggling and just whimpered and groaned at having the turgid shaft sliding against her. She was dripping with the sticky, smelly fluid, soaked all over in the seadweller's precum. Properly prepared and broken from the musky smell Jane could only pant as she was lifted up above the cockhead, her feet dangling just above the wide urethra. With the pre constantly shooting out of it her lower body was caked with a new layer of jizz, ensuring a slick entry when she would be inevitably stuffed into its depths. "Please..." Jane sputtered, pre constantly dripping from her face into her mouth. "I will do anything for you, please!"

Meenah: "anyfin, huh? hmm... aight, do me a solid and squirm around as much as you can while you in there. I LOV---E that shit!" She laughed, lowering her snack, finally, to her doom. The human's dainty little feet slid in no problem, save for tickling the predator's dick. As soon as she reached her thighs, Meenah started to respond. "mmmngh... fuck, you chunky hos are my fave... stretch me out so whale~" The ghetto bitch moaned, her slobbering maw doing the rest of the work, holding Jane up and slowly sucking her in like a gummy worm.

Jane: "N-No, not that!" But it was too late, and really any pleading had been useless anyway. Warmth quickly enveloped her feet as they sunk into the urethra, the slimy insides easily taking them in. Her ankles and shins quickly followed, the cock squeezing her shape and starting to actually tug at her, dragging her along as if hurrying Meenah up. Obscene squelches came from her legs as they were gobbled up and made her cry out in fear, likely sounding like music to the predator's ears. As much as Jane didn't want to please Meenah any further panic overwhelmed her and with her hands held tight in one end and her legs in the other all she could do was squirm and twist. It only made it easier for the cock to pull her deeper, the head making its way up to her wide hips and then her gut. Looking down Jane let out another scream, the head distended by her belly and inching its way upwards, taking more and more of her into its warm, sticky depths.

Meenah: Streams of Meenah's slick dick-spit bathed Jane's curvy lower body as she sank, making the process that much faster, much to the troll's disappointed. Regardless, Meenah made the most of it: she squatted down, heaving her gargantuan dick up to her face, kissing and spitting on it's pulsing surface, getting showered in her own pre-cum. She pressed her face into her shaft, muffling her lewd noises and swearing. The predator could feel the human's shape stretch out her bulge, pre jetting out despite the panicking morsel corking her cum-slit.

"fuck, and it aint even OV---ER yet! just wait till you in here, gill~" She cried out, high on pleasure and her own musk. Meenah gleefully watched Jane's fat tits squeeze past her cock's tight threshold, until, finally, the gal's head sank in. The human didn't even last a second to pass down her predator's shaft. She simply fell into the lake of hot fuchsia cum, most likely confused and dizzy. The smell and heat was something else, after all...

Meenah leaned against the wall, and let nature take its course.

Jane: Jane's body almost felt like it was being molded by the squeezing, throbbing shaft as she slid through it, the head having swallowed her breasts and nearing her face. "No-" She tried to lean her head back to keep herself above the surface for as long as possible but all she managed to was cut off scream before a loud squelch pulled her into the cock's depths, her arms quickly following after. One could see the outline of her body as she was pulled through the urethra, her chubby shape quickly being pulled deeper until it slid through Meenah's groin and into her sack, the two orbs looking substantially heavier now that they had an entire woman in them. 

Heat assaulted Jane from every direction, much like the cum did now that she had been dumped into the tanks of fresh nutbatter. It reached up to her neck and its thickness together with the tight space made it difficult to move, her hands desperately trying to push against the walls. Meenah would have been able to see her handprints stretch the skin of her balls some but a human would never be even close to the strength needed to fight back against the seadweller's body. Her balls were made to digest prey and rubbing against the insides only sped up that process, something Jane soon found out. Her lower body was already feeling tingly and fuzzy, but it wasn't until she had brought her hands under the surface of cum and brought them up to try pushing again she realized her fate. She couldn't see her hands anymore, the ends of her arms being covered in huge globs of jism that didn't show any sign of movement underneath. Jane wanted to scream again but the fuzzy, warm feeling was becoming too much to fight against and it was with only a slight reluctance she let herself go limp, allowing the steadily rising pool of jizz to wash over her head, suspending her indefinitely in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Meenah: The impatient, starved pool of concentrated lust hastily began to soften their meal. The chamber walls contracted and expanded, tossing the dissolving damsel around like a sinking sailboat in furious sea. The sweltering heat only expedited the instinctive process, the unforgiving temperature proving to pack a bigger punch than the fetid aroma. As the ocean of boiling batter, inevitably, rose above the helpless girl's neck, the digestion process had reached its climactic conclusion: any remnant of Jane Crocker left behind had finally been assimilated to the Sea-Queen's essence, a sacrifice to Meenah's unfathomable concupiscence.  In the meantime, the heartless Meenah sank to her knees, her blubbery, voluptuous legs failing her. Her cold-blooded 'dinner' had knocked the air, and senses, out of her; any prudence she held was momentarily replace with a ravenous, crude desire to achieve her climax. Meenah sank lower to the ground, her swing sacks of sex cascading into the sea of her 'love' like a pair of treats dipped into hot fondue. All this time, her cock refused to end its downpour of pungent pre, it doused the entire living room, from the ceiling to the forsaken sleeping bags; the flood was a testament to the sea-bitch's insatiable libido. Hoisting her wood up to her maw, its sickly sap slowly sank down the trunk, Meenah held onto the massive spire with carnal intensity, her ample chest sinking into the throbbing, grey flesh by a generous degree. Her tongue, long and slippery, danced across as much skin as she could reach, gulping down the copious batches of pre by the liter.
Her ball-sac, bloated and its bursting point, sounded off their impending discharge with a cacophony of gurgles, sloshes, ripples, and splashes. The horny sea-empress heralded her climax a series of lustful cries and wails as the first few streams of cum soared through the air, painting the living room in white, opaque discharge. Her shaft throbbed furiously as her orgasm racked throughout Meenah's shapely, large body; literal gallon after gallon spurted out of her cock's maw. Concentrated Jane Crocker propelled harshly out of the tyrianblood's fuck-slit, simply adding to the electrifying sensations of the bimbo's ghastly climax. The once snug, friendly living room had been perverted by the swamp of foul cock-batter, a selfish exemplification of Meenah's cold debauchery. Waves of dickmilk poured out into the hallways of the house, mere ripples in a pond compared to the tidal waves Meenah's throbbing behemoth effortlessly spit out. By the time the carnal monsoon died down, the lecherous heiress had already recovered from her sexual nirvana, caked in her own spunk. She rose from the sea of cum, like an eldritch terror ready to lay waste to any to cross its path. Or perhaps that is just reading too much into things. Whatever the case, Meenah swallowed down another glob of Jane, her throat bulging. She strode out of the tainted chamber, ready to hunt down more adorable girls, for smelly ocean of cum formerly known as Jane Crocker was a mere appetizer...