Condesce: The Condesce was very tired of being in meetings. She had as much of the actual paperwork and logistics of managing her empire pushed off to other members of the higher castes, she was still the one who ultimately needed to make all the important decisions, and as much as she hated boring meetings, she also didn't WANT anyone else making these decisions, needing to keep the empire firmly under her control. Though as she sat on her throne and STILL towered above everyone else at nearly 100 feet tall, she certainly never felt all that worried about someone trying to take her empire away. Once everyone was out of her equally-massive throne room and she had some time to herself again, the giantess just decided she needed a break and some time to enjoy herself. Shouting out for her servants to bring her the prisoner that they had recently caught, Condy began idly rubbing a hand against one of her already-sizeable breasts through her perfectly-scaled bodysuit, the black fabric hugging even her massive body just as tightly as she wanted. She figured she might as well get herself a little bit ready for the fun that she was about to have once that pesky blueblood got here. She had been quite a nuisance back on Alternia, but that might mean she could be a good bit of fun for her to play with, now that she was caught.

Vriska: Vriska, on the other hand, was tired of being captive. The grim and dark prison cells bored her and she had already narrowed down the art of escapism to a science. At least on Alternia, where crumbled bricks and iron bars were the standard. However, the red and white cell she was currently in promised no easy way out. The Serket had already spent hours scrutinizing every inch of the plain rectangular space, and not a single dent could be found in strange red material it was composed of. Examining it made her determine it was some kind of iron alloy, yet so strong that not a scratch could be made. Kicking it certainly didn't help.
It was very uncommon for the drones to meddle in troll business except for when it came to reproduction, but apparently Vriska had been important enough to get captured by the royal machines. Probably because she had gone on rampage with her ship, bringing in more gold and fortune than (almost) any pirate before her. Too much success was apparently frowned upon by the royal bloods, whom she had no problem keelhauling if it came to that, and eventually word must have reached the ears of someone high enough on the imperial ladder that could see how serious things were. It probably would have been best for the Serket to halten her increasingly volatile and successful campaign, but hey, being a pirate was in her blood. She fought mightily once the drones arrived but even her prowess could not match the sheer power of the empress' mindless guard. She got captured, her ship bombed into driftwood and her crew slaughtered. At first she thought there would be a public execution or another sweep in jail before she could break out, but to her surprise she found herself shipped off the planet and onto the large mothership itself. Quite impressive, for someone her rank on the hemospectrum.
That had been about a day ago. She hadn't been harmed, other than having her weapons stripped, and she still looked as prideful as ever. A large feathered hat adorned her head which was already shrouded in a thick black mane that draped down over her shoulders. Back on Alternia she made every troll she passed stop and stare at her, partially because of the bright red boots she wore and her shapely body. She looked like the definition of a godess of sex and love, with wide hips and a chest that would make any female troll jealous of its size and any male to lust after her. It was even more pronounced by her clothes, showing off the impressive cleavage. Yet if any man dared to cup a feel they would find their hand either crushed, broken or no longer attached to their arm, for the Serket was no simple tavern wench. Many highbloods had fallen for her looks and told secrets she wasn't meant to hear, only to be left unsatisfied and usually with a dagger in a vital part of their body. Sadly, her charm could not do magic on things that had no feelings. The drones came back and without ceremony dragged her through the halls (despite her defiant kicking), before dropping her in a room with only two doors: one which she came from, and a stark fuchsia one, apparently the one she was supposed to enter. The drones blocked the other exit, so after making some rude signs towards them she opened the new door and stepped through, unaware of the important person behind it.

Condesce: Indeed, while it had been the sheer amount of disruption that Vriska had been causing to Alternia that got the empire and the Condesce to send some people after her in the first place, the tyrianblood couldn't help but find herself interested in the troll for some other reasons once she actually got to what the ceruleanblood looked like. Given the way that her growth and powers worked, the giantess of an empress was sure to actually give quite a bit more support than would normally be given to a simple task like this, as she very much wanted to add some of her rather prominent attributes to her own body. Plus, anyone who could cause that much of a problem on the planet would no doubt be quite fun to actually toy with, which was something else she was looking forward to. Thus, there was quite a terrifying, shark-toothed grin on the 100 feet tall sea-troll's lips when Vriska stepped through into her throne room, peering down over the considerable shelf of her breasts at the comparatively doll-sized pirate. "so YOU'R-E the one who's been messin' up so much stuff on alternia, huh? naut bad, but we dolphinately can't have things like that continuin'! ready to reap ya reward?"

Vriska: Fuck. This. Vriska should have known that it would come to this, considering the signs, but she hadn't thought herself an important matter enough to warrant an audience with the empress of her whole species. Well, /of course/ she was an important matter, being a Serket and all, but this was still more than she had expected. Her eyes traveled up along the huge body until she saw the large face peering down at her, with eyes that seemed so much larger than her own. Not to mention the menacing teeth. No one seemed to really think that the empress was this huge on Alternia; you either considered it a myth or a scare propaganda from the highbloods. But here Her Imperious Condescension were, in all her glory. Vriska opened her mouth to say something, without knowing what that thing would be, so she just closed it again. Pretty hard to talk back to someone several yards away. Then her brain managed to start working again, allowing her to retort. "I was 8arely trying, yet for some reason you decided to get yourself involved? Please, if I were to actually attempt to mess stuff up, the devastation would 8e so much 8igger." She folded her arms and put on an annoyed look, as if she was talking to someone inferior. "8ut hey, I suppose I should 8e somewhat proud that I caught your attention. I won't attempt to steal your horde of treasure if you're worried a8out that. I'm not stupid." A thought about how easily the Condesce could squash her briefly went through Vriska's head, so she quickly decided on changing the subject. "Reward? Look, if you're going to offer me a position in some army of yours 8ecause of my incredi8le strategic skills, I'll have to decline. I don't do well taking orders."

Condesce: Considering how most of her servants addressed her, if they ever even dared to, or even how other highbloods spoke to her, it was almost refreshing to be spoken to like this from someone else again, even if both of them were no doubt aware that she could squish her underfoot with hardly any effort, the empress conceding a little more respect to the brave pirate. Of course, that only made the tyrianblood even more interested in Vriska's ultimate fate, looking forward to breaking her and using her even more with this bit of extra challenge. "hahahahaha, ya know, i reely appreciate the gall some of ya have in talking with yer empress, the prisoners always MUC)( more finteresting ta talk to than any of the borin' servants oar whatever." With the echoes of her booming laughter still fading away in the massive throne room, the 100 feet tall sea-troll leaned forward in her equally-massive throne, her wetsuit straining to keep covering every inch of her massive body as she scooped up Vriska in her hand before she could even really react, bringing the "tiny" troll up to her practically billboard-sized face, dangling the pirate over her chest. While the initial pictures of the ceruleanblood had sparked her special interest, even those couldn't compare to the actual sight of her incredible curves, especially her bust, dangling directly in front of her like this, a massive grin on the empress' lips. "your reward ain't anyfin like that though, don't you worry 38P your reward is gettin' to become a part of M-E!!" As her voice boomed around the "tiny" troll, the Condesce's other hand came up and began roughly trailing over Vriska's body, one massive finger running down those gorgeous curves before paying some special attention to those sizeable breasts.

Vriska: The laughter was almost so loud that it hurt, Vriska making a grimace as it sounded throughout the throne room. She had to admit that she sort of liked this woman, minus the whole being her prisoner thing. They both knew the pleasure of holding power at least. "What, am I supposed to 8e calling you "your infallible highness" or "my most no8le empress of the who-knows-and-who-cares-how-large-your-empire-is empire?", or some other bootkissing phrase?" she said sarcastically and bowed with exaggeration. Which allowed the Condesce to easy pick her up, much to Vriska's despair. She was practically like a doll in the empress' hand, although considerably more squirming. This close the voice was even louder and Vriska scrunched up her face in disapproval as the Condesce spoke, both from its volume and content. "Oh ha ha ha ha." she replied, feeling like she was just a toy getting played with as the fuchsianblood stroked her. "So you've finally resorted to cannibalism huh? It's going that poorly for trollkind? Explains the fat you got. And not the good, curvy kind either." Vriska was really spitting the venom now, the reason being that she was actually fearing for her life. She wouldn't blame the Condesce if she actually ate other trolls; she certainly was the right size for it. The pirate really didn't want to think about all the multitude of ways she could die at the moment.

Condesce: Once again, the Condesce actually found herself fairly impressed with the way that Vriska was able to keep herself together enough to continue throwing out insults almost constantly, even while the towering tyrianblood was actually toying with her like she was little more than just an incredibly-curvy doll. However, the empress' exploratory finger did actually leave the spider-troll alone for a few moments as she burst into laughter at how accurate-but-inaccurate the captured pirate happened to be with her assumption, her voice again booming around the cavernous throne room. "whale OBVIOUSLY i've started eatin' other trolls, there's just too many and nofin else to do with 'em sometimes, and they don't taste half bad! but that's naut QUIT-E what's gonna happen to you, though i think bein' eaten is still a pretty good descriptfin 38P" Her usual, confident smirk on her massive lips, the sea-troll brought her other hand back up to the squirming, dangling troll, but this time instead of just teasing a finger around her body, she used two of her gigantic digits to actually start pulling off her outfit, tugging off her clothes like she was just a simple toy. Her struggles had no chance of overpowering even a single one of the tyrianblood's digits, Condy simply just tearing some of the more complicated outfits right off of the smaller troll. It's not like she would be needing them anymore after all of this, anyway.

Vriska: Vriska looked visibly disgusted and then venomous at the Condesce as she admitted to cannibalism, frowning. "Guess you're not any 8etter than my fucking lusus then." she replied, glaring at the huge woman holding her. Hearing that she was gonna be eaten some other way probably influenced her response though. When the other hand went up towards her she tried to kick and punch it at first, but that could barely be felt by the Condesce as she began to tear off the black and blue garbs. She even got a bite in on one of the digits that might've smarted a bit, if not for the fact that she was a royal highblood of the troll race. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! These clothes were expensive as heck!!!!!!!!" Large scraps of fabric were torn off easily, making Vriska his in pain as they were torn off her body and eventually leaving her close to naked. Only her boots and panties remained, her breasts hanging freely with two fat cerulean nipples topping them. With her clothes off she looked even more shapely, and angry. She quickly moved her hands to cover herself, trying to aim more kicks at any fingers trying to get close. "JERK!"

Condesce: Condy couldn't help but roll her eyes at the pathetic attempts to fight back against her massive digits as she carelessly undressed the "tiny" troll, at least expecting a little bit more from the pirate after everything she had been talking, and the reports that she had got back from some of what she had got up to on Alternia. Even her last attempt at an insult wasn't even really worth the empress' acknowledgement. However, even the roughly 100 feet tall tyrianblood couldn't help but very much appreciate what she was seeing of the ceruleanblood's now bare curves. Vriska's attempt to keep herself covered did bright a slight frown to the giantess' lips though, so she quickly fixed that. Just as all of the spider-troll's attempts at resisting the stripping were completely ineffectual, it was just as easy for the Condesce to just switch her hold on the comparatively doll-sized troll so that a couple of her fingers were dangling Vriska above her own considerable cleavage by just her arms, pulling her arms away from her body with incredible ease and leaving her perfect curves bare to her empress' eyes. Even the giantess couldn't help but appreciate the sight of those heavy, massive tits hanging from her body, her eyes lingering on the cerulean-topped mounds for quite a while before continuing down the rest of her body. "mmmmmmmm... yeah you're -EXACTLY what i've been lookin' for 38)"

Vriska: It was difficult not to notice the huge eyes peering down at her, the large pupils following the curves of her body. While Vriska could be a show-off at times this was not such an occasion and having her arms suddenly restrained above her head didn't make it any better. She tried to fight against it but the tyrianblood's strength was so overwhelming that she almost dislocated a shoulder while squirming and pulling. The pirate huffed angrily and hoisted herself up with her stuck arms in an agile fashion, managing to land a kick on the sturdy hand of the empress. Sure, she might not be able to inflict any damage like this, but she'd be damned if she didn't try. Maybe she'd get lucky and strike a nerve or something. Anything was better than dangling helplessly and accept her fate. "Gr8, you win the grand prize of having found Vriska Serket. You also get a whole lot of incompetence in running an empire- oh wait, you already have that. Don't worry, we caaaaaaaan throw in an extra "compensating for-having-a-smaller-treasure-pile-than-the-Serket" consolation prize. Just for you!" she said with a wide grin and friendly voice, although underlying venom and sarcasm was still apparent. "Hahahaha, don't worry! I was just fucking with you a8out the whole prize thing! I can share my hoard with you though, just 8ecause we're such good friends." She might not show it, but the Serket was indeed panicking.

Condesce: Of course, despite no doubt putting as much strength as she could muster, while dangling from the fingers of a giantess at least, behind that kick, the 100 feet tall just registered it as a small "poke," her hand not even budging an inch. Not only was the size-difference itself fairly overwhelming, it simply wasn't all that easy to hurt a tyrianblood in the first place, especially one as old as the Condesce. In fact, all that really did was just give the massive sea-troll a rather enjoyable sight, the nude ceruleanblood's incredible curves jiggling freely in the aftermath of her attempted retaliation. Rolling her eyes at the "tiny," shouted comebacks that Vriska sent her way, the Empress was more than able to pick up on the increasing panic from the troll in her palm, especially since she was actually offering to give up some of her treasure as a bargain, something she almost never did from the reports on Alternia. ")(A)(A)(A)(A, i don't think you're reely in a position to bargain, since we've already caught ya and cod talk your horde whenever we want. in fact, might just have that picked up somtime after i'm through with ya! but for now, let's have some FUN 38)" Lowering the troll down a bit closer to the ground, just so the drop wouldn't really injure her, the Condesce simply let her fall to the floor by her feet. Lifting up her right foot before the spider-troll really had any time to react, the giantess simply pinned her underfoot, an unbelievable pressure bearing down on her body even with the giantess being sure to NOT put most of her weight on that foot. Standing up from her throne, knowing that Vriska couldn't escape, she reached a hand around her back to start pulling the zipper of her bodysuit down, beginning to wriggle her way free of her equally-massive outfit.

Vriska: Vriska didn’t laugh together with the Condesce, instead just grinning, not in an agreeing manner but almost mad kind of way. She knew that the mockery she was going through was all nonsense, really, and the real peril didn’t lay in her words but the future ahead. If she only had a sword of some kind and an hour to make her way up to the damn royal bitch’s back she wouldn’t hesitate stabbing it all the way through. That wasn’t an option though, especially since she was unceremoniously dropped onto the floor. She couldn’t catch herself fully with her feet and ended up on her back, grunting at the impact against the hard floor. The moment she opened her eyes she saw the sole of a huge foot that was larger than her whole self and she didn’t even get a chance to yell before it landed on her. Surprisingly enough she wasn’t squashed, although it certainly felt that way. She was pressed flat against the cold ground but not crushed, helpless and unable to move under the massive foot pinning her. Thankfully it wasn’t a bare sole since the bodysuit covered the empress’ foot. Not much of a reprieve when you’re being pressed down so hard you can’t scream and hear your own heartbeat pounding.

Condesce: The Condesce almost found herself somewhat disappointed at the seeming lack of any struggling coming from the comparatively minuscule troll currently pinned under one of her feet, almost expecting a bit more from the spider-troll with all of the legends that had been circulating on Alternia about her. Of course, there really wasn't much that ANYONE else could do when pinned under her foot like this ever since she had reached her current size, even with her purposefully not putting all that much weight onto the foot that pinned them. Fortunately, both for Vriska and for herself, she was fairly skilled at wriggling her way out of the incredibly-tight wetsuit, her massive, both overall and proportionally, curves bouncing free of the constraining fabric as she managed to slide it down her towering body towards the ground. As she moved around to slip out of it, there would likely be times where she accidentally pressed a little harder on the ceruleanblood without even really noticing, but Vriska would probably be durable enough anyway that she'd be fine, if maybe a little sore after all of that. Finally, the the now-nude giantess would step off of her "guest" and out of the gigantic pile of fabric, a smile on her lips as she leaned down to move it out of the way and get her new toy back in her grasp. Sliding her wetsuit out of the way, the 100 feet tall Empress was sure to be quick on finding the "tiny" troll and snatching her up between two massive digits, not wanting to give her the slightest chance of escape. Straightening back up to her full, massive height once she had Vriska "safely" dangling from her fingers, the Condesce stepped back over to her throne, smirking at Vriska. "naut everyone gets tha priviledge to sea all of their empress like this, betta enjoy it before you're outta time!!"

Vriska: Vriska was indeed taking a beating underneath the large foot, wishing that the torment would end. She couldn't tell if the Condesce was just playing with her before squashing her, or actually genuinely trying to keep her alive for later. If it was the second, she wasn't exactly doing a perfect job. By the time that the pressure finally lessened Vriska felt like she had been keelhauled back and forth her ship several times. Luckily her bodily damage wasn't any severe, just a few bruises that would quickly heal. The Condesce hadn't needed to be quick in trying to locate the spidertroll though, since the wetsuit was heavy enough to keep her pressed down against the ground anyway. Vriska was dazed and disoriented as she got picked up, groaning when the large digits caught her and lifted her up high, high in the air. She sobered up quickly once she realized what she was now looking at, the 100 feet tall troll being naked from tip to toe, save the pink glasses. Her blue eyelids fluttered for a few moments before her eyes landed on the huge tits, each nipple looking larger than Vriska could have imagined. "Uuuuuuuuh..." Not that intelligent of an answer, but it's hard to formulate real sentences when it feels like you've been run over by a train. At least they were both naked now, so Vriska didn't feel as intimidated anymore. She could easily match the Condesce's tits in (relative) size.

Condesce: Of course, the was the "small" detail of the sheer overall size of the gigantic empress, and the fact that each of her breasts actually utterly dwarfed Vriska's entire body, but at least for now they were fairly similar proportionally. Which was a very key reason in why the Condesce had actually gone after the pirate so directly, as someone who was actually able to rival her curves without absorbing so many other trolls was quite interesting to the roughly 100 feet tall giantess. She couldn't wait to see how she ended up after actually absorbing the "tiny" troll into herself, not to mention the fact that someone like her seemed like she'd at least attempt to put up a little bit of a fight, which would make things SO much more interesting for her. Not really expecting much of a reply out of the overwhelmed spider-troll, the nude tyrianblood just spun around and took a seat on her equally-gigantic throne. Spreading her legs wide, Condy lowered Vriska down right between her thighs, setting Vriska down on the throne, giving her an absolutely incredible view of her lower lips, and what awaited her next, tentacles already starting to wriggle with anticipation as the giantess' arousal grew. "now it's time for ya to serve your empress!!"

Vriska: Perhaps Vriska should have been a bit humbled by the fact that she had something the Condesce wanted, but on the other hand she would also be ready to gloat about having the empress of her whole race jealous of her boobs. And no one bested Vriska when it came to gloating. Being carried across the room wasn't a pleasant experience and even less so when you have the floor several tens of feet below you, so there was some comfort when the tyrianblood sat down in the throne. As she was being lowered down Vriska could see something pink wriggle down between the other's legs and soon she got a full view of it as she was placed in front of the mass of writhing tentacles unsheathing from the Condesce's crotch. Vriska was dumbstruck. Instead of a cunt like any other female there was instead a multitude of fuchsia tentacles spreading out from her nether lips, each looking to be the size of Vriska with the possibility of being even larger. They all seemed to sit in a circle inside of her but Vriska couldn't discern any hole in the middle bunch. She was reminded of anemones, which felt sort of fitting considering the seadweller status, but that was hardly a comforting thought. "Is this a JOKE?!?!?!?!" Vriska exclaimed and began to move backwards towards the edge, away from the squirming limbs. Fuck this.

Condesce: Despite seeing it hundreds, if not thousands of times by now, the Condesce still found quite a bit of pleasure in seeing her new snacks or toys react to what she had down below for the first time. Becoming as big as she was now had only made it even better, as well, with many of her tentacles matching or even outsizing most of the other trolls she worked with. Cackling loudly, her booming voice echoing throughout the massive throne room, Vriska would almost immediately find any route of escape cut off, as one of the giantess' massive hands slammed down right behind her, leaving the spider-troll with no way to move further back towards the edge of the throne. Of course, there was still some space between her hand and the massive walls of her thighs, but the gigantic tyrianblood wasn't about to give her any time to take advantage of that, using that hand to slowly, inexorably push the nude pirate closer and closer to the wriggling mass of tentacles. ")(A)(A)(A)(A, oh you'll sea how reel this in just a second oar two!!" Even before Vriska was all that close to her actual crotch, quite a few of the longer tyrian tentacles were taking an interest in the "tiny" troll, starting to slither up her legs and wrap around her massive curves, all the while the Condesce's face loomed above, although the sheer size of her chest actually did mean she had to lean back quite a ways to even see Vriska. Shuddering slightly as she felt her eager appendages began to wrap around the ceruleanblood's desperately struggling body, pulling her closer even without the need of her hand anymore, the empress was VERY glad she decided to have this pirate brought in.

Vriska: The hand slamming down was like a barrage of cannonballs, making the ground shake for Vriska even though the Condesce probably didn't feel it at all. The loud boom wasn't pleasant either. "Fuck!" Vriska shouted and desperately tried to leap to the gap, only to be stopped by the enormous hand. She tried to jump up and climb over it but instead it knocked her back down on the throne, sweeping her closer to the tentacles. Having been on a ship for almost her whole life she quickly got back on her feet, but by then she was in the reach of a tyrian appendage that quickly wrapped its thin tip around her leg. The tentacle quickly thickened the closer to the base you got, and Vriska began to hurriedly shake herself free. "I swear I'm going to gut you, you old hag! Get OFF!!!!!!!!" she cried as she attempted to remove a new tentacle that had gotten a hold of her arm, but when her focus was on one limb another was ensnared. Soon she was stuck, the grabby tentacles having ensnared her naked body. Despite this she didn't stop resisting, trying to throw herself away from the Condesce to no success. While she could resist these somewhat it was sapping her strength quickly and she knew she couldn't continue this for long. Fuck.

Condesce: The roughly 100 feet tall tyrianblood was more than happy to see that Vriska was indeed still trying to find a way to fight back or at the very least escape from her hand and tentacles, although she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the attempt at a shouted comeback, not exactly finding a threat like that intimidating given the current position she had the spider-troll trapped in. On the other hand, she was a little impressed that pirate seemed to be able to resist a few of her tentacles for this long, at least managing to stop herself from being pulled any closer by just those tentacles. Of course, that wasn't getting her any closer to freedom, and was instead just arousing the Condesce more and more, the frantic struggles and attempt to pull free from the wriggling tentacles sending more shivers down the giantess' spine. Even though she could have just used one of her hands to start pushing Vriska closer and closer to her lower lips again, she didn't even need to as more and more of her tyrian tentacles started to curl their way up the ceruleanblood's body, and the ones already there wrapped tighter and tighter around her limbs. Even as she drew the "tiny" troll closer and closer to her crotch, and the much larger, wriggling mass of tentacles that poked free from her wide nether lips, a few of the other tentacles were already starting to get a little bit frisky with the nude, incredibly-curvy pirate, the thick, tyrian appendages slapping across her massive tits and squeezing tight around them, while another began to try to wriggle between her own legs, her whole body beginning to get fairly coated in tyrian juices already.

Vriska: No matter what direction Vriska pulled in, how she shifted her weight or where she lashed out, nothing could break the hold of the tentacles. She screamed, both in anger and fear (though mostly the former), a guttural sound that would end up as simply an amusing noise to the gargantuan seadweller. The Serket was putting on a show, that was for sure. Soon she was too constrained to even attempt wrangling herself free, left only the luxury of glaring at her captor while awaiting her impending demise. Her body was starting to get smeared with patches of translucent tyrian lubrication, the tentacles slick with the fluids but not slick enough for her to slip free. They, on the other hand, were free to slide wherever they wanted, caressing the pirate's curves gently one moment and squeezing her the other. A gasp escaped her lips as one pressed against her nipple before moving on between her breasts, though she hoped the Condesce hadn't heard. It was pointless trying to holf her legs together, forcing her to endure the appendage sliding between her thighs. She was close to the tyrian crotch now, the several tips of the various members trying to touch her and her warm body. "Nghhhh!" This was not a place Vriska wanted to be in a time like this. Really though, she'd never want to be in a place like this, anytime.

Condesce: Regardless of whatever Vriska wanted, the Condesce and her tentacles seemed quite intent on MAKING her enjoy being in a place like this. It only took a few more moments before the nude, curvaceous spider-troll was completely squeezed up against the giantess' lower lips, but mostly up against the huge mess of frantically wriggling and squirming tentacles. All of the tyrian appendages wasted no time in exploring and taking advantage of this new arrival, trails of tyrian juices being left over every inch of her body as the empress' tentacles utterly coated her trapped, helpless form. It wasn't long before they began filling up every part of Vriska that they could reach, more of the exploratory tentacles trying to squeeze in down between the pirate's legs, while others started to force their way into the ceruleanblood's mouth whenever she opened it, and still others curled their way around her body and around to her ass. Of course, while the spider-troll would likely struggle to do anything more than gag at the moment, Condy herself was beginning to moan quite loudly, her voice echoing through the throne room as she brought up her hands to begin rubbing at her absolutely gigantic breasts. "mmmmmmmmmmhhh, i'm V-ERY glad i had ya brought here now, much more finterestin than those coddamn servants"

Vriska: Vriska had fucked up big time. The slick tentacles had wrapped around her body so much that she was completely immobilized, and if she tried to struggle any further she knew she'd just end up popping her arm out of her socket or something painful like that. Now that she was so close the appendages had thickened considerably, their intimidating size making Vriska's heart beat faster and faster. It was beating like that for another reason too, since the Condesce seemed to be set on arousing her as well. Vriska yelped as one plunged into her exposed nethers, the tip rapidly filling her, and she began to realize what the Condesce has in mind for the slithering members. "Hngah it's too 8ig! Too 8i-" Her cries were cut short by one slamming into her mouth, pushing past her gag reflex in an instant and forcing her throat to bulge out. The Serket's whole body tensed up from this, which didn't make it any easier for her to take the one pressing into her ass. But that didn't seem to satisfy the Condesce's urges, since she could feel more try to force their way in along the tentacles that had begun to invade her holes. Her squirming had started again but it only provided the empress with pleasure now when she was so trapped.

Condesce: The absolutely gigantic empress was loving this. Not only was the sensation of her tentacles completely manhandling the comparatively doll-sized troll absolutely incredible, but the Condesce also let her thoughts wander to just how much more amazing she would be after absorbing this ceruleanblood. Even if she would never have really admitted it, it seemed like Vriska really had her been in curves, at least proportionally. However, soon that would be VERY far from the case, as the tyrianblood could only imagine how much more curvaceous with her absorbed into her body, and that imagining just drove her to greater and greater heights of arousal. Of course, at this point she would "only" gain a few more feet in height, but that wasn't really what she was after here, since she had thousands of servants she could absorb whenever she really wanted to get a lot bigger. With her hands kneading and groping at her breasts, which already were coming close to rivaling the sizes of most average hives, her tentacles continued to pound away on the completely bound-and-overwhelmed spider-troll, more and more of the wriggling, tyrian members trying to squeeze their way into any possible hole on Vriska that they could find. Of course, even just one was more than enough to pretty much stretch the "tiny" troll to her limits when it was far enough in, but the tips of many others still managed to squeeze in around the edges, filling up her mouth, her lower lips, and her ass as much as was physically possible, even to the point where it would likely become a mix of pain and pleasure for the pirate. And of course, those tentacles that couldn't find somewhere to squeeze themselves were far from inactive, groping all over the troll's curvy body, squeezing and wrapping around her considerable tits and ass. Every second resulted in Vriska sloooooooowly being dragged deeper inside of the giantess as well, her nether lips starting to squeeze around the ceruleanblood.

Vriska: Vriska almost thought that she was going to black out from the clashing and intense sensations going through her body. Just the initial three tentacles that had gotten lucky to be the ones to reach deepest into her would have been enough, each wiggle and squirm being felt and seen for the trapped pirate, but the Condesce's body wouldn't be satisfied with that. Vriska could feel several thick tips worm their way into her vagina, slithering not as far but making up for it by the sheer amount, driving her crazy with lust. They inched in more and more and her asshole and mouth was in no different condition, the huge members gathering up at each hole as they tried to force their way in. The ones that failed set out to torment her further by rubbing against her stiff tits and large ass, squeezing her thighs and seemingly even stroke the tentacles through her throat. Her skin was distended and bulged outwards so that it was easy to see where the tentacles violated her body, but soon it would be difficult. Not because they would stop stretching and abusing the dazed troll but rather the Condesce having pulled her in so far. Vriska was splashed with juices coming from the tyrianblood's crotch and her warm walls made her feel even more heated, the rough fucking almost being too much for the otherwise elegant captain. Why, she was indeed something different than the servants the empress usually consumed. It was hard to compare against such a delicious fuckhole as a Serket.

Condesce: Really, the Condesce wouldn't be all that bothered if Vriska DID end up blacking out from all this, as she was having a great time toying with the "tiny" troll, even with her pretty much unable to struggle in the slightest with her curvaceous body so tightly bound and filled with massive, wriggling fuschia tentacles. The roughly 100 feet tall empress' moans echoed around the vast throne room built specifically for her scale, the giantess quickly growing more and more aroused by all of this, her own efforts and the fun she was having with Vriska combining to bring her towards her limit almost faster than she ever had before. Sprawled back on her equally-gigantic throne, the tyrianblood's hands worked frantically over her massive tits, fingers big enough to crush trolls flat digging deep into the mounds of soft, pliable skin, while also detouring quite frequently to the large, tyrian nubs that topped the small hills, pinching and teasing at her sensitive nipples to drive her to even greater heights of pleasure. But of course, that was just a bonus compared to what was going on down between her legs. It was a testament to the sheer strength of the ceruleanblood that she was actually able to handle being stuffed SO much by all of the writhing tentacles currently assaulting her body. The amount that her body was being distended and stretched by the massive, invasive tyrian members was really quite incredible, so much of her body simply pushed out of shape. And of course, that wouldn't be the only thing filling up soon enough, as more and more of the Empress' juices began to drip from the wriggling tips, filling her mouth, ass, and pussy with the sticky liquid, even as all the other remaining tentacles coated her curvy-bloated body in more of Condy's pre. As if that wasn't enough, with the spider-troll being dragged inside the giantess' lower lips, it wasn't long before she was completely and utterly surrounded by nothing but tyrian, getting even more coated in her juices. Of course, now that she was inside the sea-troll, it also wouldn't be long before she started to get absorbed, as well.

Vriska: Any lesser troll might have snapped, both mentally and literally, but being a psychic from the Serket bloodline and having spent her life on the rough seas had hardened the seafaring troll like no other. You don't travel on royal waters without the gumption to back it up. However with the tentacles frantically thrusting into her every hole Vriska found her spirit deteriorating and it was impossible not to give in the pleasure which assaulted her body. The bliss was reaching its peak and as she got pulled in so far that she could no longer see the outside she knew she wouldn't last any longer. Sticky tyrian pre was constantly being squirted into her and with a delirious groan she came herself, her cerulean juices pouring from her cunt only to be diluted by all of the Condesce's fluids. Her body trashed and spasmed but the tentacles simply kept on pounding her as if nothing had happened, truly driving home the intense orgasm. They never stopped sliding against her curves, rubbing their delectable goo so that not a single inch was left without an inch thick layer of pre. She was defeated, left to moan around the tentacles occupying her mouth and to be used by the empress as she saw fit. If her fate hadn't already been sealed she maybe could have been a pretty good sex toy.

Condesce: Of course, with how tightly bound Vriska was in the wriggling and writhing mass of tentacles, the Condesce barely even noticed that Vriska hit her climax inside of her, her own cerulean fluid not even really making a noticeable dent on the gallons upon gallons of tyrian juices that surrounded, coated, and filled her. It wasn't entirely down to that as to why the 100 feet tall giantess remained practically oblivious though, as she was deeply lost in her own lust and arousal, moans growing more and more frequent and no doubt making it quite clear what was going on inside the throne room for any nearby servants in the palace. Finally, not so long after the spider-troll went completely limp in the tentacles' embrace, the nude sea-troll finally hit her own limit, her whole, massive body tensing up for a few seconds before a literal flood of her fuschia cum rushed out from between her lower lips. Of course, this soaked quite a bit of her throne and the throne room, and would give her servants a cleanup job that they were far too familiar with. However, the tyrianblood's many tentacles actually kept Vriska's exhausted and broken body inside the giantess' pussy, both forcing her to undergo more punishment in having the whole rush of tyrian juices crash over her and also making it so that Condy could begin absorbing her right afterwards. With how incredible this was, part of the Condesce was ALMOST regretting doing this with the curvaceous pirate, since she would've loved to also have someone this fun to play with available whenever she wanted. But of course, she wanted those curves even more, and thus even as the gigantic Empress lay sprawled back in her throne, eyes closed and panting, her tentacles would begin to drag Vriska even deeper and deeper inside her, her "tiny" body beginning to break down and merge into the giantess that surrounded her.

Vriska: When the Condesce's orgasm hit, Vriska was still in the exhausting and oh so wonderful aftermath of her own, trying to pant and get air into her lungs but the sizeable tentacles making it cumbersome to do so. They were going at it like crazy and then the walls around Vriska tightened, tyrian fluids gushing all around her with astounding force. It was like being struck by a battering ram and if she hadn't been held tightly by the appendages she would have washed away with the flood for sure. The tentacles released their fluids as well, but the excess that squirted out around the thick limbs from Vriska's holes was impossible to notice with all the cum pouring past her. Once the orgasm was over the unfortunate captain didn't have the strength to even raise her hand, too shaken by the heat and pleasure she had endured to resist. She was easily pulled in deeper into the Condesce and soon she could feel a strange numbness washing over her body. This alerted her, the feeling being strongest around her hands and feet, but all she could see there were masses of tentacles wrapped around her legs and arms so thickly that she couldn't even see her own skin. They slithered upwards, pulsating tight against her body, bringing the numbness with them. As they wrapped around her head she would have angrily spat if not for the tentacles still in her throat, but instead just defiantly exhaled through her nose as if scoffing, the darkness enveloping her. And then she was one with Her Imperious Condescension, her shapely form having been broken down so that the empress' body could use it for its own needs.

Condesce: Not only was the Condesce both far too overwhelmed still with her recent climax and had Vriska buried far too deeply inside her to even notice, the roughly 100 feet tall empress wouldn't have been bothered by the attempted scoff from the spider-troll even if she had been able to notice it properly. The massive giantess simply knew how pointless it was, and how completely at her mercy the ceruleanblood was at this point. Of course, it also wouldn't even matter after a few more moments, as the tentacle-filled troll was brought in deeper inside the tyrianblood and merged into her body, the effects of all of this starting to become noticeable even before the Condesce was completely recovered from her orgasm. However, only the first part of the transformation had really taken place by the time that the sea-troll's breathing started to slow to more normal levels, opening her eyes and sitting up a bit straighter on her throne. Already, she was grinning again, as she was able to just barely notice the "small" amount of height increase from the comparatively-tiny troll, "only" growing a few more feet wasn't really all that important to the empress anymore by this point. Of course, it still felt amazing, an almost-tingly sensation spread throughout the tyrianblood's body as she grew, but what she was really waiting for was the second half. The sensation soon focused on her breasts, hips, and ass as she stopped growing overall taller. Unable to resist, Condy slipped her hands up her bare body to cup her already massive breasts, unable to help another moan as she actually felt them swelling larger and larger in her hands, the combination of her own curves and Vriska's making her far bustier than either of them were on their own. And of course, the rest of her curves were getting a considerable boost as well, her ass growing bigger and bigger and taking up more and more of her throne. At this rate, it probably wouldn't be too long before she needed to upgrade the place to be even bigger again, but she could worry about that later. For now, she was much more interested in enjoying the feeling of her new tits as they swelled up easily to the size of watermelons, proportional to her at least, since they were FAR bigger than that. By time that she finished, that would probably be quite a bit more of her juices for her servants to clean up than Vriska actually got to experience.

Vriska: Later that day, the Seamstress had almost thought she was going to faint when the new order came in, making her sit down in the chair inside her office and rub her temples as she tried to absorb the gratitude of the situation. She had been in the Condesce's "employ" for just a few sweeps and she had been working her ass off providing suitable clothes for royal schmucks, but the empress never asked for anything! Now she had to somehow sew together a whole new bodysuit for the gigantic woman, who had managed to completely outdate any of the previous blueprints. Adding a foot in height was easy and the stretchy fabric allowed her to wear a single suit for several growths, but somehow the Condesce's assets had ballooned up like mad. The Seamstress sighed loudly and began to sketch out new designs that would work with the measurements she had been provided, occasionally ogling at the images that followed with the order that showed the Condesce naked in various lewd positions as if saying "yeah im hot watchu gun do boat it? do ur job xoxo". They were enticing. Very enticing. "Hmm Maybe I Should Take A Break For A Moment Or Too . . ."