
Aranea:
"Let's see... No, I doubt this would be able to help..." Aranea muttered a few curses under her breath and put back the book on Advanced Herbology, looking up and down her grand bookcase. She was supposed to find a book on ailments at the request of a friend, but surprisingly her library was lacking in the health department. Medicine fascinated Aranea like most subjects but for whatever reason she had never bought a book about it herself.

Oh well, she would have to do without. Meulin hadn't seemed too worried when she messaged her and likely she had just got a papercut or something small like that. Surely nothing Aranea wouldn't be able to help with. As the doorbell rang the prim spiderwoman made her way over to the entrance, preparing herself to be assaulted with cat puns and overexcitement.

Meulin:
Meulin couldn't contain herself very well. Ringing the doorbell several times, the Leijon impatiently tapped her finger on the button, assuming that Aranea would somehow arrive even faster. Normally she did this when she had a ship idea she wanted to divulge to the Serket but today was... different, to put it lightly. With her recent stints in dream bubble nonsense Meulin had managed to restore most of her hearing, but she felt recently she'd been a lot heavier than normal. She had talked to Aranea about her recent growth spurt, Aranea having informed her she may have been hitting puberty a little late.
Today had been... more than that. As the Leijon incessantly pressed the doorbell, she closed her legs together, biting her lip.
"Purrlease show up soon..." Meulin thought aloud.

Aranea:
Maybe Aranea had misjudged the direness of the situation, considering how damn much Meulin was ringing the doorbell. Her hive was large and it took a while to get all the way over to the front door, but with the bell loud enough to sound through the entire building it ended up becoming a nuisance quickly and even the calm and gentle Aranea found herself get slightly irritated by the constant "ding-dong". Or "dingdingdingding" as it was in this case.

She took a deep breath, puffed up her hair and then opened the door, greeting the Leijon with a kind smile. "While I understand that you said your problem was urgent I see no reason why my doorbell has to suffer. Welcome Meulin."

Meulin:
"I... a-ah, sorry..." Meulin stammered, trying to keep her legs closed. Waddling in, the troll fiddled with her fingers as she worked up the courage to speak. Her face was flushed green as she stood, nervously stepping in place while she tried to muster the courage to speak. Normally it would be easy for her to drone on, carrying on about pairings from minute one in comparable passion to Aranea's own lengthy conversational habits but today Meulin was having a difficult time talking. Whatever this was was embarrassing her quite a bit.
"...I thought I should come to mew f-fur my problem..." She gulped, mumbling quietly.

Aranea:
Aranea had just been staring at the stammering catgirl; first curious, then amused and then worried as it became evident that Meulin really was having some sort of problem. She stepped aside and closed the door behind the other, perturbed as to what could have made the otherwise excited girl so quiet and troubled. "Yes, I do believe you said you thought I would be the candidate most suitable to assist you. Er, catidate." Aranea grimaced inwardly at using such a poor catpun but Meulin looked like she needed it. "Let us sit down and speak about what is causing you such anxiousness. I promise I will do my best to help." She gingerly guided Meulin into one of the many rooms in her hive and helped her sit down in a couch, taking a place next to her. "Now, what is troubling you dear?"

Meulin:
Meulin quickly followed behind her, her steps odd as the troll made every effort to try and keep her legs as closed as possible. She sat down, crossing her legs in a manner that even with her skirt, it would be difficult to see anything. She looked to be sweating, her shirt being strained. Her nipples had clearly begun to show in the fabric, thick and poking out of her green overwear. She placed her hands on her lap and continued to blush fiercely. 
"Well, you said that I might... be having a late mewburty... a-and I've grown quite a lot." She spoke, eyes darting around. "I'm pawsitive I haven't done anything to... make it worse but I've g-grown more." It was definitely apparent the Leijon's bust had gotten at least several cups larger since the last time they spoke.

Aranea:
It was impossible not to notice that Meulin was acting odd, though Aranea guessed that she would find out the reason why soon enough. They had met for a reason, after all. Similarly it was impossible to not notice the fact that Meulin had become quite busty, despite it not being that long since the two had last met. It was more than a little distracting and Meulin was certainly not the only one shedding a drop of sweat, though Aranea obviously could keep herself more restrained.

"I think the words I used were extraordinary late, but yes, I do remember discussing it with you. However I do not see the reason as to why you would have grown further. I have never heard of growing spurts of this caliber." She motioned towards Meulin's chest and her stretched shirt. "Though I know at least four- no, five other women who wouldn't complain about having a bust like that. I know it might feel alien but there should be no need to worry." Aranea held her kind smile and gently placed one hand upon Meulin's, which incidentally was also in her lap.

Meulin:
Meulin shifted uncomfortably, feeling her body react in earnest. If she were an extraordinarily late bloomer, it was definitely a heavy case of it. She mewled quietly as she felt her shirt tighten again, the fabric taut as hard as it could before it began to rip at the sides. Breathing heavily, Meulin could feel her nipples expand against the strained fabric, generously fat and prominent even through what she was wearing, as if a cold front had suddenly drafted in. Her hands stiffened as she felt something else stirring, her knees shaking slightly as her skirt and lower legs were beginning to reveal... something else. It wasn't immediately noticeable yet but Meulin was confident in a few minutes her legs being crossed wouldn't be doing much to hide it. "A-ah... Are mew seeing this...??" She stammered, her blush still overtaking her. "My... f-fa-furite... s-shirt!!" She exclaimed, half embarrassed and half upset.

Aranea:
As the tears began to show Aranea felt stupid for not noticing them before, but also a bit annoyed that this seemed to be the issue. She decided not to show her slight frustration however and patted Meulin in her lap in an attempt to calm her down. "Meulin, if you find your shirt to be too tight to wear, then do not wear it. Sometimes you just grow out of your clothes." But of course the catgirl couldn't stop herself from using her favorite, she thought to herself. "It is perfectly fine if you wish to undress in my company. You look very uncomfortable." Aranea could not deny that she had a minor ulterior motive by saying that, but it didn't mean she was being untruthful.

Meulin:
Meulin paused a moment, thinking on whether or not she could do that. Aranea was one of her good friends, and yet this was still something she wasn't completely comfortable with. She bit her lip, shaking slightly at the thought of her bust quite literally growing out of her top. It... would be a lot more painful than just being embarrassing. "O... okay..." She resigned, and moved her arms to finally take off her poor shirt. Aranea's hand would feel something... definitely different between her legs but that's if she weren't distracted by her toplessness. Her breasts flopped out on her lap like enormous flour sacks as she released them from their cotton restraints, her puffy nipples now bare to see. She huffed slightly, feeling them tingle as they continued to grow slowly. The feeling was... really nice, but she didn't want to say anything about that right now.
"Purromise you'll help me, Aray-nya?" She asked, feeling her body continue to swell.

Aranea:
Meulin's hesitance was painfully noticeable and Aranea did her best to calm any fears, earnestly saying "As long as you feel better in the end it is for the best.". Luckily Meulin didn't need much goading and Aranea took her hand back as her friend struggled with the shirt. As it came off her first thought was that the shirt really must have been tight; her second was oh goodness Meulin's tits are huge! Hanging freely they went down to rest on her thighs and the nipples were impressive to say the least! After swallowing once due to her own not-so-innocent musings she looked up at Meulin and nodded quickly."Oh, yes, yes of course! I will do my best, I see now that this might be a bit difficult to deal with. If I am not mistaken I should know the number to a troll who makes bras on the side, she should be able to help you with a custom size." She wasn't sure if those were the words Meulin wanted to hear but she couldn't phantom another way to help. Her eyes scanned Meulin's torso up and down while she scratched her chin in thought, unfortunately missing any continued swelling and attributing it to Meulin's breathing. Without realizing why her eyes began to drift lower however, indiscreetly glancing at something going on with the oliveblood's skirt...

Meulin:
Meulin looked a bit downtrodden at the idea of a bra-maker. She was... admittedly getting used to not wearing one, the sensation of being relatively free up above was nice. A little support wouldn't be awful, though. As she contemplated on what exactly she could get, she failed to pay attention to her own legs, which had begun to spread apart. She'd neglected to close her legs after taking off her shirt and what she had been hiding for quite a bit began to show itself. Peeking from below her skirt was something that... shouldn't belong to her. A tip of something Aranea may have been familiar with, or at least could recognize. Between her legs and underneath her impressively growing bust, it would appear the Leijon had grown an impressive cock.

Aranea:
While Meulin's breasts would have been distracting in just about any other setting, as soon as Aranea registered what was poking out of her skirt she couldn't take her eyes of it. Now it was Aranea's turn to have her face flush with her blood color. Multiple thoughts raced through her mind about what to do, but they all collided and messed up any cohesive thinking so she just sat there and stared. It wasn't until she realized that the silence was likely unnerving Meulin that she shook her head clear and looked back up, though still shooting a few glances down to the massive chest and sizeable dick. "Er ahem, Meulin. I know I said you could undress in my company, and while I did not expect indecent exposure to this degree, I want to let you know that this time I will allow it to pass and that your needs supersedes any need to remain clothed. That is to say, I think you are showing off between your, hrm, legs." She motioned down and it was evident that she was being somewhat bothered by this new revelation, though not necessarily negatively.

Meulin:
Meulin paused, her little cat-pun filled mind registering everything that was just spoken to her at a snail's pace. It would be a whole minute of silence before Aranea's words managed to make it to any cognitive action that Meulin could take. Meulin's face turned an almost sickly shade of bright green as she blushed harder than any troll could have ever blushed before. Her hair stood on end, the Leijon now fully conscious of what had transpired. A loud shriek and Meulin stuffed her hands underneath her bust to try and hide her girth, her breasts amusingly seeming to respond in kind by growing yet another cup size, spilling out of the troll's lap a tad and enveloping her arms slightly. She refused to speak, her breaths sharp and shaky as she stared at Aranea.

Aranea:
Yep. Meulin freaked out. After recoiling from the horribly loud scream Aranea composed herself by taking a few discrete deep breaths and gingerly reaching out to grab Meulin by the shoulders, trying not to be distracted by Meulin puffing out her chest with her arms. Moving closer it looked even larger and even Aranea had to shift a bit in her seat from how enticing it looked. "Do not worry Meulin, it is perfectly fine and there is no need to panic. Again, I am fine if you need to expose yourself because you are clearly in a anxious state of mind and the least thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable." Worried that her words would not be enough to soothe the catgirl, she cautiously tested scratching Meulin's neck. Hadn't she read in a book somewhere that meowbeasts like that?

Meulin:
"I- I'm... n-not uncomfurtable..." Meulin squeaked quietly before Aranea's hand made its way to her neck. She leaned away for a second, but realizing she would risk exposing herself again, she resigned to the Serket giving attention to her- o-oh... oh that was nice...
Her eyes lulled back for a half a second, the brisk touch of her friend causing her to purr in response. Her breaths calmed themselves, spittle dribbling out of her lips for a smidge before she returned to consciousness. Her fingers absentmindedly moved upwards to her engorged nipples and began tweaking them, her jade buttons pinched and pulled gingerly as Aranea graced her neck. With her fingers now unrestraining her member, the resulting combination of feelings forced it to spring up, her legs drifting apart to reveal her changes hadn't only come with the shaft but also with a gracious pair of cantaloupes. She stopped thinking rationally and let feelings wash over her.

Aranea:
While Aranea had expected a reaction from the scratches she could not have anticipated that Meulin would respond so positively. Almost too positively, the ceruleanblood's eyes widening as she saw Meulin begin to touch and play with herself, squeezing those large nipples to the point where it began to water in Aranea's mouth. Since Meulin seemed preoccupied with fondling herself there was no need to hide the glances any longer and Aranea took in the full sight of her friend's lewd body, even getting a chance to peek more at the large shaft. Her eyes widened even more at the sight of how immense Meulin's sack was and now there was no stopping the depraved ideas popping up in her head. As she got more confident with her scratching and lulling Meulin deeper into her blissful state, her other hand began to slowly tread up the oliveblood's thigh. Gnawing her lip and hoping that Meulin wouldn't freak out yet again she slipped it underneath the other's skirt and ever so gently wrapped around her rod, starting to give slow but deliberate strokes.

Meulin:
Meulin was... preoccupied with her own movements to really consider what Aranea was doing down below. Her fingers teased her own teats, pulling and squeezing into herself as her friend graciously attended her neck. She drooled again, her mind fluttering in and out of instinctual lust. She felt calmed by all of this and definitely much better than it had earlier. She felt safe with Aranea's hand there, and before long a warm feeling crept up her thighs and between her legs. The... thing... felt so warm now, and Meulin attributed it to her breasts enveloping herself as Aranea worked her lower half, initially oblivious of the reason why she began to feel even better. Sharply gasping, the Leijon could feel her nipples engorge in her hand and fingers beginning to sink into her chest as she grew again. Something else responded well, her balls growing heavier and her member beginning to lengthen and thicken in the Serket's grasp. Meulin's purring was beginning to get more prominent.

Aranea:
Seeing that Meulin was responding positively to her ministrations was only making Aranea even more eager to take bolder steps. Apparently she hadn't even been fully hard and the spidergirl reveled in the feeling of having the cock thicken further, making her swallow hard in excitement. Since Meulin had no problem with getting a handjob, there shouldn't be a problem taking this one step further. Aranea removed her hand from the shaft as gently as she had placed it there, doing the same to her other that was gracing Meulin's neck. She wouldn't let Meulin stay lucid for long however as she straddled the other's lap, something that wasn't very easy considering Meulin's breasts took up a majority of it, grinding her crotch down against the rock hard rod while simultaneously pressing her lips to Meulin's neck. Her sharp teeth began to drag along the skin just like her nails had, though now accompanied by the soft sensation of Aranea's plush and warm lips.

Meulin:
Meulin was teetering on the edge, her consciousness ebbing and flowing with the way things were going. She got a moment to breathe when Aranea was beginning to straddle her, the Leijon having gripped her nipples and kept her hands there. A few seconds of release was enough to return her to reality, her eyes widening as she was half-able to comprehend her situation. The entire thing felt like a fever dream. As her breasts began to squash against the Serket's waist and lower half, she felt her warm, supple lips against her neck and exhaled softly.
"A-Ara… nya... W-what a-are m-mew doing...?" She asked, moaning in between words. Everything felt hazy, in a good way, her shaft rubbed up and down with Aranea's hips and her neck being attended to by her teeth. She didn't want anything to stop, really, her thought process muddled by her instincts.

Aranea:
At first, Aranea didn't respond. She simply kept on going with her tender motions, every now and then doing something extra like dragging her tongue along Meulin's neck or put some extra pressure down with her crotch. Eventually she lifted her head just enough so that her teeth just grazed Meulin's earlobe and whispered "If you'd like me to cease then by all means say so. However, if you choose to continue I can promise things will get much, much better..." Saying something so lewd was making Aranea's heart skip a few beats but the excitement was getting the better of her and she was enjoying this too much. She began to nip and flick her tongue against Meulin's ear for a few moments before pulling back to sit upright, focusing more on grinding and allowing herself to meet Meulin's eyes. It was getting pretty difficult to lean forwards now, with all the breast filling up the pair's laps. "Do you want more?" she murmured teasingly, feeling her own arousal starting to get unbearable.

Meulin:
Meulin could barely think properly. She'd never done anything of this sort of thing with Aranea before. Even with others she'd mostly been just chatting or occasionally brushing up against each other. It was usually intimate but this... was erotic. Something primal was definitely bubbling up inside the Leijon, her instincts causing her to grow once again. Her breasts continued to push Aranea back, her massive nipples pressing against her waist as her weighty nethers expanded against all this grinding. Leijon were... predators and as she blossomed even further her hands moved up to grip Aranea's shoulders.
"I'm g-going to make mew mine..." She spoke directly, drool spilling out of her lips as she stared at the Serket and began to slowly turn her and push the troll down on the large couch.

Aranea:
Had Aranea not been so horny herself the amount that Meulin was salivating would have worried her, but now she only saw it as arousal and eagerness. She was happy to yield and slide back onto the couch, dexterously taking the chance to slip her black panties off and quickly flick them onto the floor. There was no need for any pretense that they wouldn't fuck at this point and with her cerulean snatch barely visible under her skirt it was obvious where she wanted Meulin to head next. "By all means do so, dear. As long as I get something in return..." she said bemused, looking at the catgirl looming above her. Maybe it was the perspective, but did Meulin seem... larger? Her chest seemed even more rounder and the dick looked like it was almost too big for Aranea to take. But only almost, the Serket spreading her legs eagerly.

Meulin:
Meulin slurped up what had previously tried to escape her mouth, licking her lips as she eyed Aranea over. Her member throbbed in anticipation as she waited the small amount of time for her partner to undress, barely able to contain herself from pouncing too early. As soon as her prey presented herself, however, Meulin quickly moved in. As if she'd done this a hundred times, Meulin prodded the top of her cock inside Aranea's folds, pushing slowly and firmly forwards to get it further in. Aranea was tight, likely a result of her still growing shaft, but thankfully the troll's arousal had served as its own lubricant, Meulin feeling like she was being pulled in both physically and metaphorically. Her own breasts continued to slowly plump up, resting on Aranea's frame as they continued their descent into more lewdity.

Aranea:
Aranea took Meulin's eagerness as a compliment, glad that her new partner was so willing to use that huge dick of hers so quickly. As the weight of the large tits dropped down on her their massive size became even more ready, their impressive mass spreading out over Aranea's torso and weighing heavily on her body. Once the large head started to poke and prod her pussy Aranea returned the stimuli by starting to grope and fondle the fat mammaries, her fingers sinking into the flesh and making it bulge out between them. But even with her copious amount of fluid from her arousal Meulin proved herself to be a snug fit and as the cock kept on pressing inwards the groping turned into squeezing, the oliveblood's nipples ending up getting pinched in the process. "A-Ah Meulin! You are huge!" Aranea knew she'd end up sore from this but if Meulin could fuck as well as she could recite cat puns then it'd be worth it.

Meulin:
Meulin moaned aloud a catlike mewl as Aranea's fingers sunk into her growing chest. As if responding to touch, her breasts seemed to grow while being fondled. Her fat nipples became even more prominent, Aranea's fingers becoming engulfed by the oliveblood's chest. "I d-don't know what's coming over m… me, but it's pawsitively feline amazing~!" She growled, forcing more of her cock in. Gripping Aranea's back, Meulin continued to thrust forward, sliding ever deeper into her nethers. She felt both squeezed tight as if she weren't allowed in and pulled forwards simultaneously, a dichotomy that was wracking the poor Leijon's mind with delight and a sense of predatory domination. She was having to fight for this, in a metaphorical sense, getting so close to hilting the Serket. So... close...

Aranea:
The further in that Meulin got the further up her chest pushed along Aranea's body, and with the added growth it didn't take long before the ceruleanblood's torso was completely covered in kitty tittyflesh, despite her hands doing the best to keep it at bay. At this point Meulin's growing tits were so drastically larger from when she first revealed them that Aranea took notice of the strange growth, perhaps goaded on by the risk of being swallowed up by Meulin's impressive cleavage. "W-Would you kindly- ahn Meulin! I know I complimented your size earlier but- hnah!" Damn her own wordy mouth! She couldn't even get a full sentence out without the thrusts getting her to grunt or moan. Aranea took a deep breath and said loudly "Your chest seems to be swelling!" before biting down on her lower lip, feeling her nethers throb around the thick shaft. She had never been filled with so much dick and it felt like she had reached her limit, yet Meulin kept trying to press in more, and Aranea kept feeling even fuller...

Meulin:
"I-I know~!!" Meulin replied, now beginning to get aroused by the idea. As for her efforts down below, Meulin managed to keep going, Aranea's complements goading her to continue. It was getting impossibly tight, but the Leijon could feel she was about to do it. Her oversized balls were already beginning to squish up against Aranea's legs and she could feel only a fraction of her shaft uncovered. A wiggle, moan and thrust and... so- so close... There! Meulin arched her back in triumph, gasping tightly at her accomplishments. Somehow, she'd managed to squeeze her colossal cock inside Aranea, shivering at how nice it felt. 
"Thi-This is p-purrfect~!" she cooed, her breasts growing in tandem with her exclamation. She could feel them continue to swallow Aranea up, her prey now unable to escape her now~

Aranea:
Meulin's comment made Aranea dumbstruck for a few moments; of course Meulin would be aware that her own breasts were growing. Quickly adding two and two together Aranea then realized why the catgirl had been so worried, and part of that worry was now transferred to her. The large sacks had grown so large that they wouldn't have been able to fit in Meulin's lap and they were at a risk of overwhelming Aranea at this point, the only thing keeping her face from being stuck in the Leijon's cleavage being her hands squishing into the malleable flesh. "S-So much!" Despite that she had to remove one hand to feel along her stomach, eyes widening as she could very easily feel the outline of Meulin's cock much further up than should be possible. Her hand treaded further down to her fat, stretched pussy, throbbing so wonderfully pleasant and being slick with her juices. Was it really only Meulin's chest that had been growing? Because her nuts felt like they had gained considerable heft as well.

Meulin:
Meulin slowly began to thrust forwards, her immenseness both forced out and sucked back in by Aranea's nethers. The sensation was overwhelming, the catgirl bucking her hips slowly but forcefully against Aranea. With a sharp gasp and twitch of her fingers, Meulin could feel her body continue to change. Her pupils dilated as she felt her breasts swell up again, their mass now infringing on Aranea's whole upper frame instead of her torso. Her nipples were thick, fat and wide, each touch sending waves of delight through her body. Her balls quickly responded in kind, her lower half finally beginning to catch up at an alarming rate. What took her breasts a few minutes to grow took her sack only a few seconds, quickly turning her cantaloupes into watermelon shaped seed containers. To match, Aranea would quickly find a new issue had taken root. Within the ceruleanblood, Meulin's cock had begun to swell to absurd sizes, thickening and lengthening while she thrusted forward even larger than before. What had previously been around ten inches was now more akin to seventeen, its girth threatening to tear her prey apart if she weren't completely drenched in fluids.

Aranea:
Even though Meulin was thrusting slowly, due to her girth it was feeling more intense than anything Aranea had experienced before. It did not take long to make her start breathing heavily and it felt like her loins were on fire from how much delicious friction she was getting. But then something seemed to overcome Meulin, Aranea blinking a few times at the other's changed expression before letting out a loud gasp. There was no doubt about it; this time even she could feel the cock throb and grow within her, pushing inside of her further and making room where there should be none. Her legs were weighed down by Meulin's balls but she could hardly believe it since they felt so large, pulsating with warmth and churning up seed. "Meulin! I-I think y-you're growing too muaaah!~" Instinctively her hands tried to grip onto something, which ended up with her fingers wrapping around the fat green teats, squeezing them and pulling them to the sides of her body so that her head wouldn't be swallowed by titflesh. Her groin felt like it was throbbing too, likely caused by the constantly swelling cock.

Meulin:
"P-purrey sh-shouldn't be pawlking back~" She boldly cooed, feeling her body swelling up again. It was invigorating, feeling these changes, feeling so big, so powerful, so s-ssensitiveeeee~!? Her thought process was immediately sidetracked from the forceful manipulation of her massive breasts, their heft being squeezed and pulled aside caused her to moan loudly in delight. In kind, she grew again, her balls swelling another few inches, her shaft thickening once more and her breasts adding on another two or three cup sizes, metaphorically speaking. It was delightful, and she continued to thrust inside Aranea, her tightness now providing a challenge rather than a deterrent.

Aranea:
"I'm not prey!" she exclaimed back, though any anger was immediately lost as Meulin thrust in again, Aranea arching her back and letting out a loud moan in the process. She could feel every throb and pulse going through the cock reverberate through her own body, growing stronger each second as the shaft got thicker and longer. Yet her cunt was radiating pleasure like mad, with a strange tingly feeling that she had not experienced before. "Meulin!" With Meulin leaning over her and the breasts grown so large her hands could no longer hold back against the expanding tits and her sweat-slick palms slid off the nipples, dragging along the olive areola until her head began to be enveloped by Meulin's cleavage, sinking deeper and deeper into it each second that passed. It left her completely incapable of escaping Meulin's new feral personality, nor the massive cock that could freely pound into her.

Meulin:
Meulin vibrated with pleasure, feeling unbelievably good. She wanted more, she wanted to keep getting bigger, to keep... dominating her once friend turned prey. Her tongue lulled out as she thrust into her, feeling her cock and balls grow at an almost continuous rate. Bigger, bigger, bigger~. Soon, her shaft would have measured up to Meulin herself had she stood up and compared, her balls resembling the sizes of engorged beach balls before long. Her breasts were swallowing up the Serket, titflesh covering up everything Meulin was able to see of her aside from her horns. W-was she going to stop? Not if she could say anything about it.
"A-Aranya!!!" Meulin exclaimed. "M-make my kitties b-bigger, s-squeeze th-them, give them cattention!!" she ordered.

Aranea:
Meulin was not the only one with her tongue hanging out, Aranea slowly losing her mind as her insides were stretched further, and further, and further. She had begun to outright pant underneath the large beanbags that were Meulin's tits, glasses having fallen askew, and with the cock growing so massive it had stretched her stomach so much it was sticking up past her face, the tip bobbing back and forth in rhythm with the oliveblood's thrusts. Her legs were being spread wide due to Meulin's balls, but there was something else that was pressing her thighs apart, something even thicker than the fat cock penetrating her...
It wasn't until the pure bliss of an orgasm washed over her that Aranea realized what it was. 
Her pussy began to squirt from the unimaginable stimuli, but unexpectedly Meulin's crotch got absolutely drenched in cerulean fluids, copious amounts firing out of Aranea's oversized cunt. The blue nether lips had grown together with the cock, leaving a huge pussy for the catgirl to slam into that rippled and clenched around her dick. As the ecstasy washed over Aranea any worries were let go in favor of feeling more of the satisfying sensations and without even realizing it her hands began to grope the underside of Meulin's tits, even as they kept on growing to the point where the couch was hideously overcrowded.

Meulin:
Meulin exclaimed happily at the touch, feeling Aranea doing exactly what she wanted. She would grow bigger yet, she still had so much to go. The couch could barely stand the immenseness of the situation and after a bout of creaking and futile resistance, gave way underneath their combined weight. Meulin's breasts had grown bigger than any of their bodies, fat heaving tits swelling with nipples comparable to buckets in size and shape and continuing to swallow everything in sight. Her sack was growing even larger with her shaft as if they were trying to force Aranea to be tight by comparison, her thick log sized member accompanied by swelling medicine balls as she continued to thrust. Precum seemed to be continuously released, spilling everywhere there was room to.

Aranea:
There would be a muffled "Oh!" as the couch suddenly broke down around the pair, Aranea ending up squished between the cushions and Meulin's tits which had managed to reach ludicrous sizes. Much like how her cock had, and her balls. And apparently Aranea's own cunt, whatever causing Meulin's growth having transferred onto her pussy and making it swell as fast as the rest of the catgirl's proportions, the thick folds having reached the size of a medicine ball as well. Needless to say the pleasure was simply mindnumbing and out of her hole excessive amounts of pussyjuice and olive pre kept gushing. Meulin's output was simply too great however, and with how tight Aranea was a substantial amount was kept inside of her, bloating out her stomach even further and adding to the stretch the cock was giving. Aranea had no more resistance left at all and was constantly groping, fondling, squeezing and kneading whatever titflesh she could get her hands on, sinking her fingers into the soft squish and pressing her palms deep into the pliable mammaries.

Meulin:
Meulin growled in approval, feeling the erotic mixing of fluids spilling all around her body. The scents of Aranea and her were intertwined, the feelings of being squeezed and groped as she constantly grew even more than she'd previously anticipated were putting her in a blissful state of mind. Adjusting her legs, Meulin crouched to give herself more leverage while fucking, feet firmly planted on the enticingly massive flesh curtains Aranea was growing. Admittedly, she hadn't noticed at first, her own growth being the only thing concerning her, but knowing Aranea was changing in such an appealing way set something off in the Leijon. "A-ah, yes, yes! G-growing just fur me?! What a purrfect duo we make~" She spoke, feeling everything start to grow faster. Moaning with every touch of the Serket, Meulin's breasts nearly doubled in size, her fat teats beginning to infringe on the size of the room they were in, nipples fat enough to be considered larger than a small troll themselves. The entire process was beyond sensitive, Meulin letting out a stream of cum before her body decided that was woefully inadequate. Her medicine ball sized nuts swelled immensely, now becoming as large as the troll herself apiece, her bloated shaft more like a tree as she continued to eagerly thrust into Aranea and her arousing figure.

Aranea:
Ironically, despite being a ceruleanblood Aranea's state of mind seemed to be in more disarray than Meulin's, having been so consumed with lust and pleasure that she could do nothing but try to gain more of it. Not that there was much to do considering that Meulin was on top but her broken mind had managed to equate that the more she groped the more fierce the catgirl got, so her hands stayed busy. With her cunt having grown so large, keeping a steady pace with Meulin's balls, she was constantly moaning and squirming underneath the heavy mammaries, squeezed against the floor by the soft mass. But the ecstasy she felt would only become even more intense as her gut suddenly distended further, the thick cum being deposited into her causing additional bloating of her stomach and creating a large round bump that at first seemed impressively big until Meulin's cock caught up in size. "Yes! P-Please more!" she screamed, muffled underneath the grand cleavage. Each thrust let Meulin's balls push up against Aranea's pussy and gave them a generous coating of cerulean cum as it kept on squirting, likely helping with the production of more nutbatter.

Meulin:
Meulin thrusted faster inside Aranea, her pace quickened because of the stream of hot seed she was spilling. She needed to give her everything she had and yet it never seemed to be stopping. Cum poured out of her now room filling beast, blasting gallons of her hot cream inside Aranea constantly. Meulin's mind was aflutter, tapping out of consciousness before she became adjusted to this new level of heaven. As her body continued to grow, her balls and breasts quickly began to test the restraints of the room they were in. Her nipples smashed against opposing walls, breastflesh causing them to creak in resistance. Her balls were now beginning to rival meowbeasts in size, their colossal enormity beginning to test the stability of the wall behind her.

Aranea:
While not directly affected by the strange growth it seemed like Meulin had managed to influence Aranea's stomach too, as her seemingly endless supply of spunk was causing the spidergirl to bloat rapidly and add another sphere to the masses that were swelling in the room. Though perhaps "in the room" would be the wrong word to use, another growth spurt causing Meulin's fat nipples to burst through the wall, their growth tearing more and more of it apart. Her balls were doing similar work of the wall behind her, helped along with Aranea's gigantic pussy that pushed them further back. In just a matter of seconds the pair had breached the walls completely to the adjacent rooms and Meulin's tits were about to do the same to the ceiling. If it kept on going there was a risk that Aranea's castlelike hive wouldn't be able to contain them!

Meulin:
Meulin didn't seem to care at that point. The only thing that concerned her was expanding her prey up now. The cattroll marveled at herself, realizing she'd outclassed any troll that had ever lived before and likely any that would follow. Her breasts continued to grow, her revelation causing them to collapse not only the castle walls in front and above of her, but begin to threaten the hillside as well. What once was the size of the room was now overshadowed by her colossal nipples, the feeling of everything pushing and rebelling against the predator making her want to grow even more. Her cock swelled up in kind, Aranea's room-sized nethers being speared with a cock comparable to the spires that jutted from her once home, heaving balls matching and expanding in kind. Cum spilled out of her in a natural continuum, the sheer magnitude of it all spilling behind them like a small pond.

Aranea:
With the pair of trolls constantly climaxing, the former not stopping before the next started, the small pond soon became a large pond, and then a lake. And even with the volume gushing out of Aranea's pussy Meulin's loads were so large that they kept bloating her, the castle having crumbled around them so that what was visible to the neighbourhood were five round orbs, two capped with enormous nipples and one vaguely cock-shaped, and a huge cunt buried in the mess. Their orgasms would most certainly continue, Aranea keeping on kneading the tits even though they dwarfed her, and with her blue pussy managing to keep up with the cock's growth it still had the benefit of being tight and capable of clenching around it. Those trolls living in the proximity of Aranea had exited their hives to find out what was going on, only to be met by the depraved sight, not to mention the strong scent of the two girls' fluids.

Meulin:
Despite the massiveness that had become of her breasts, Meulin was so sensitive the efforts from Aranea alone were sufficient to keep her going. She couldn't even tell where she was, or at least aside from where her engorged pussy was, her breasts now swallowing up the horizon from what she could see. The pleasure and overall experience in general was intoxicating, accelerating the growth to appropriately ridiculous sizes. Even large hives like Aranea's were insignificant comparatively to their growing parts, Meulin's nipples having grown colossal enough that they began to overflow the mountain ranges alone. As she viciously fucked the ceruleanblood, Meulin could feel her immenseness continue. Bigger still, her bloated shaft now large enough to encompass the towns around them with ease, her balls resembling small lunar objects more than the virile cum flooding sack that rest below her gargantuan cock. Meulin didn't care, she just wanted more. She wanted to fill up Aranea with as much as she could, feeling her growing pussy try in a futile effort to match her own girth. It was delightful, pawsitively the best, and she was glad it was continuing. She'd have exclaimed out in cat puns if she thought Aranea could even hear her through everything that was going on.

Aranea:
With the two growing so rapidly the number of cities being enveloped by balls, tits, pussy and belly grew in kind, some being smothered by Meulin's chest as the gargantuan mounds rolled over them, and some being squished by her virile balls churning up more cum to put into Aranea's swelling gut. Their "lake" had become a river that was a precursor to whatever expanding bodypart that followed, flooding the continent with their depraved scent. The loud squishing noises of a drooling cunt being pounded could be heard far into the distance, as could the sloshing of cum bloating a belly and the deep churning of a catgirl's nuts. Soon they compassed the entire continent, flesh spreading out into an ocean stained a dark teal mix of fluids before even they were filled entirely with the trolls. And through all this the pleasure the two felt persisted, Meulin having lost no energy to fuck Aranea, similarly like how her partner could still clench and milk that colossal cock for more jizz.

Meulin:
Meulin could feel her breasts start to envelop a larger, more impressive sphere underneath her. It wasn't Aranea, no, but something firmer and less filled with her own virility. Her nipples grew slightly cold, the lunar sized teats now breaking into the atmosphere. She shivered in delight, soon realizing she was outgrowing the bounds of her planetary ex-home. Bucking her hips wildly, Meulin felt her dwarf planet sized balls continuing to overgrow everything in sight. Accompanying this was the wet sounds of her planet-spearing behemoth cock spilling oceans of cum from the tip, squelching lewdly inside Aranea's enticingly arousing gargantuan cunt. The Leijon roared in sexual domination, feeling the objects she was covering diminishing in size comparatively.

Aranea:
The planet had been completely covered in obscene troll body parts at that point, cum pooling wherever it had place, but it quickly became apparent that this was not enough for Meulin's depraved body. Her tits left the planet far below it, becoming similarly sized and then surpassing that, spreading their hefty weight across space. Meulin's cock had a similar growth spurt and it didn't take long before she had thrust hard and deep enough into Aranea to knock the tip of it into one of the moons, brutally destroying the surface and sending it out of orbit. Behind her, caused by the powerful squirts of jizz coming from Aranea's cavernous cunt, globs of jizz began to form in space, growing larger and larger the more the pair orgasmed together. Had not Aranea's pussy been completely dominated by the catgirl's dick it likely would have been able to fit Beforus inside of it like a bead, and by the looks of it soon she'd be able to use the larger planets in the rest of the solar system as well.

Meulin:
Meulin didn't see any need to stop. Every orgasm that rippled through her body was outdone by another one far more powerful and pleasurable. Cum continued to spill out of her galaxy sized cock as if she was incapable of being emptied, every thrust spilling an unending stream of hot seed. Her celestial balls were obliterating anything in their way to slap against Aranea's perfectly immense nether lips, solar systems reduced to dust in their movements and growth. Meulin could feel her enormities continue to accelerate in growth, breasts dominating the immediate solar system and slipping around the supergalaxies outside the one Beforus belonged to. Her balls attained their own gravitational pull from how enormous they had become, quickly matching her breasts in size as a cock that could have fit several celestial objects in its tip pierced the Serket's equally gargantuan cunt. The amount of available space was dwindling rapidly, seas of space were either becoming filled with a warm, sticky tealness or the massive amounts of lewd bodily expansion that was taking place.

Aranea:
The pair had grown so immense, so unimaginably huge that finally, there was nothing left. IT was just Meulin and Aranea, their arms, legs and heads like any other troll but other body parts so obscenely huge that one had to wonder how long it'd take for the signals of ecstasy coming from the tip of Meulin's cock to reach her brain. Not that it mattered for them. Even as they filled the universe they kept of fucking, moaning and cumming, all sounds muffled by the catgirl's breasts yet amplified by her balls and cock, and Aranea's pussy. There was nothing more for the two than each other and the bliss their partner brought, and that was all they could ever ask for.

And then they grew further.