Aranea: Oh how Aranea hated this stressful season. Not that she enjoyed stress in general (who did?), but this particular part of the year always proved to be such a cumbersome experience for the ceruleanblooded troll. She skittered worriedly around her pit, back and forth, trying to figure out just what she was supposed to do. Skittered was indeed the right word, because the way her six legs moved she was certainly not pacing. Now the reason why she had six legs was very easily explained; Aranea Serket was a drider, featuring a large bulbous lower body of a spider but a regular troll upper body. Well, almost regular, since she had eight eyes as well. But such is life on Alternia. Her lusus had been a spider, and it was only natural for her to have some features from her as well.

The reason she was stressed was related to this. It was supposed to be breeding and laying season, and being the healthy female drider she was her backside had swollen up with hundreds, thousands of eggs that needed to be laid. And fertilized. But sadly she had failed to find (or capture) an appropriate mate and neither had she found anywhere warm to lay them. And there was the dilemma. If she didn't find one soon she would have to lay them unfertilized and that meant no brood and that was just a hassle to deal with in itself. 

She wasn't ugly though, quite the opposite! She was a full eight feet tall and had been blessed with a pair of huge breasts that hung down so far that they almost touched the floor… Normally, at least. Now with her pregnancy they had swollen immensely, gaining so much milk that they were as big as a house. Sometimes she made herself a bra using string but she hadn't bothered now, letting the large blue caps adorning the grey flesh perk up freely in the air. One would think that she should have attracted a mate with assets like that but fate begged to differ. Probably had something to do with her drider abdomen being the size of a sports stadium, give or take a few feet. Yep, she was that pregnant.

Still distressed, she laboriously climbed onto the platform overseeing the gorge where her net was in an attempt to relax. Her friends lived so far away that she doubted anyone would get here in time to help, especially since she had warned them that she would be extra frisky during this period of the year and that they should stay away. What a mess this was.

Meenah: The kraken-like seatroll breathed deeply, savoring the musky pheromones that danced in the air. Such a wide palette and only one of her. Well, two of her. Being a tentacular, lusii-mixed abomination of the ocean came with surprising, and pleasant, benefits. Sprawled across her titan-sized back were tentacles that came in a myriad of curious shapes and sizes (the colors ranged from the lightest salmon to the deepest tyrian). They did not consume, only hold Meenah's prey. No, Meenah ate one of two ways: with her mouth, adorned with shark-like teeth, or her titanic cock, which was currently wrapped around her blubbery leg. This, the tentacular siren's 'Ol' Reliable', had a mind of it's own, darting with striking speeds to consume any unfortunate morsel that crossed its path.

Suddenly, once Meenah walked into, or rather over, the tropical jungle that adorned the beach, her nose picked up a strain of pheromone that was familiar to her: sweet, addicting, desperate. Creatures that produced this scent made the most exquisite of meals. Meenah's gills fluttered as she cackled with glee and picked up her pace. 
Aranea: Apparently sitting around and moping wasn't solving the issue either, Aranea had come to pitifully realize. Neither did skittering back and forth but she was too nervous and horny to have come to that realization yet, the weight in her lower body being too distracting for her to think clearly. Normally the round part covered in chitin would be about the size of a truck, large enough for her to store her precious spider silk as well as the size of her meals. Just like another predatory troll approaching her location she enjoyed to savour on other trolls as victims, either by hungrily gulping them down or by inserting them into her cunt, positioned under her bulbous rear. The latter was her favorite since it allowed her to have some fun with her meal but for the same reason it took some time. 

Not only did she have a cunt though, but just above it was a sheath which rarely went used. Inside was an ovipositor that she used to lay her eggs, but otherwise it never came out. It would have to work overtime this year though, since the hundreds of eggs had swollen up her behind so much that it was the size of a whole damn stadium. It had been a pretty intense pre-pregnancy and she had eaten perhaps a biiiiiiiit too much. As discussed, her breasts weren't much better, filled with so much milk that they had grown to be the size of a house together. Being a broodmother wasn't easy. Normally, if she wanted she could climb out of the gorge on the side but now it would be impossible. She much rather prefered the (now too small) staircase built into the cliffside. 

Still, she couldn't just go around doing nothing. It was going to drive her nuts, if she wasn't already. Her pheromones should have gotten her at least a few solicitors but there had been no such luck. Maybe she could climb her way up... Just maybe.

Meenah: Meenah crashed through the palm trees, she stomped across jungle canopies, and treaded on any creature dumb enough to stay between her and her breakfast. The titan's voluptuous (understatement of the century) body were guilty of the wanton destruction. Her hips and blubbery asscheeks swung to and fro, high above the jungle floor, smashing down the strongest of trees and deafening any creature within a half-mile radius with their thunderous claps. Meenah's balls, pendulous and the size of small huts, battered the the fauna, an erotic stench of sweat and seawater permeated the area around the sea titan. Yet they did not compare to the awesome, fearsome hydra Meenah sported above her balls. The beast had unfurled itself from its flaccid slumber. Seventy feet of awespiring cockflesh manuvered across the jungle floor, slurping up any crumb-sized morsels to sate its, and its master's, hunger. 

Hours passed, the enticing allure of the pheromones grew stronger. Meenah was close, she could feel it -- she could see it! Poking above the gentle sea of green leaves and branches was one bulbous dot. It broke the natural composition of the horizon. Meenah could not be any more relieved; her prey was still there! She double-timed it, following her nose, and expediting her senseless destruction of the environment. Finally, after and hour long trek and subsisting on nothing but what can be compared to specks of dust, the sweaty, tentacled terror gazed upon the size of her mark, bewildered...

"You a big bitch." Meenah blurted out, breaking the silence. The perpetrator of the delicious trail of scent was nothing more than a female drider. Although, last she remembered, driders never came in king-sized helpings. Evolutionary shift, maybe? Probably, given that Meenah snoozes for sweeps on end.

Aranea: Aranea had just begun her attempt to scale the large gorge when she heard a faint boom in the distance, which she ignored at first thinking that it was some thunder in the far distance. The weather was nice though but since she couldn't see with her butt, which was the part of her actually above the cliffs, it might as well be. But thunder doesn't repeat itself that fast nor does it come closer every second. Now she really wanted to get out of the gorge, if only to see whatever the thing making the noise was, but she needn't worry. The "thing" was coming to her.

A large shadow loomed over the gorge, though not over all of Aranea. There was only one being on Beforus that was that large, and it was one of the most fearful one. The empress of the whole planet, people called her. But Aranea, she called her Meenah. However the tentacle girl was a whole lot bigger than the last time they saw each other several sweeps ago, both of them having extensive life lengths, and by now was probably 50, maybe 60 feet tall. Hard to tell from this angle. Normally Aranea wouldn't be able to measure herself against the Peixes but her pregnancy had made her body even taller than her, though being in the webbed gorge had lowered her. Aranea's actual torso was a lot closer to the ground though, dwarfed by her own behind.

"Says you! Who went ahead and made you so tall Meenah? And is that really a way to greet your favorite drider?" Now that Meenah was so close to Aranea the pheromones would be stronger than ever and even Aranea couldn't ignore the massive slack cock between the seadweller's legs. "Last time I saw you several sweeps ago you were only half that size! And I was... Well I /am/ supposed to be a whole lot smaller than this anyway, hmpf." The surprise that her old acquaintance had arrived faded when she realized that Meenah had probably been asleep when she sent the message for her friends to stay away. Still, it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

Meenah: “Shit, Serket? That really you? What the anglin’ fuck happened to you? I didn’t even recognize you at first’ even your stink is different.” Meenah cackled at her old buddy’s expense. No wonder she couldn’t distinguish Aranea’s scent! Hell, the Peixes beast had been asleep for gods know how long that she had forgotten her gal pal goes through the same cycle as the rest of the surface morsels do. But for Aranea to have blown up to this size, appetizing and alluring as she was, Meenah still wasn’t believing it. Ironic, coming from a colossal, blubbery calamari on legs.

The sun was starting to get to her, believe it or not. Usually, Meenah isn’t on the prowl for breakfast this long. The sun seared the aquatic vixen’s rubbery hide, forcing her slime glands to overclock; tentacles unfurled across her back as they spat musky ooze across the tyrianblood’s skin.  Meenah growled, her cock losing its awareness as it flopped lifelessly against her thigh, flaccid. What an unbelievable waste of time, thought the kraken girl. Leaning against the rocky, gorge wall, Meenah panted heavily; she was low on food, on energy.

Aranea: It was true that driders grew up with large spidery body parts that increased in size when they were full of eggs during the mating season, but even Aranea was huge by their standards. Why? "Well, you see Meenah... It just so happens that I got really, really lucky when it came to finding food before the breeding season and, foolish as I was, I might have overeaten just a little bit too much. Don't worry, it's not fat! Just eggs. A lot of eggs." She glanced behind her and winced, both at her insane size as well as her body feeling funny from the lack of breeding. "I suppose we haven't spoken while I was pregnant with my brood, which would be why you don't recognize my smell, either." 

As she said this she looked up at the troubled mix of tentacle and troll, realizing that she wasn't so happy either. She knew that Meenah could be outright dangerous in a bad mood, but she was desperate for help and needed to ask. The various tentacles moving along the seadweller's body intimidated her, the large slimy members moving about erratically. Not to mention the massive cock which could move around like her other limbs. "I honestly wish I had no need to make pheromones at all though. No drider, not even another troll have approached me to mate and fertilize the eggs! I think the size intimidates them, if I'm to make any guesses. Sadly I'm stuck here in the gorge due to some poor planning so would it be too much to ask you to lift me out of it so I can find one? I hate asking for favours Meenah, but my body is acting up and if I don't find a partner soon I'm afraid I'll have an empty laying." Boy, she sure could talk. Yet there was one option she hadn't considered yet, one which was quite close to hand. Driders didn't specifically need another drider for the fertilization to work, any troll would do. But no one would even consider Meenah a candidate. Unless they were desperate, of course...

Meenah: “That is all really heartbreaking and shit, Serket, but since you haven’t noticed the obvious,” She took a second to catch her breath, the act of talking asked too much of the drained titan. “…I’m kinda fuckin’ starving her, yo. Busted my ass gettin’ here, but it was all for nothin’!” Meenah patted her poor, empty balls sadly, mock-weeping for them. Despite them being the size of tractor tires, they were barren of her creamy nutbatter. Not to mention her growling stomach, which was causing quite the embarassing faux pas. If Meenah didn’t eat or drink anything nutritious, she would shrivel up under the sun and die like sardine, or worse, not be able to cum an ounce!

“So, Serket. So I ain’t sure if you realized this but, it’s pretty fucking hot, and if I don’t get some grub, Imma be a smelly, dried-up ass corpse ‘reel’ quick.” She breathed heavily. Her slithered past her lips, desperately trying to cool her searing face with cold saliva. That was when an idea popped into that scaly cranium of hers. Aranea’s tits, blown up to the size of two-story houses, were jam-freakin’-packed with tasty, nutritious milk. Licking her razor-sharp teeth, Meenah used the last ounce of her strength to get her leviathan cock back to life, having the slit open and close lewdly to enchant her drider pal.  “Aranea, I got a proposition for ya: feed me the milk you have saved up, and I’ll let you dump your eggs into the safest place on me!” Meenah smiled, patting her sweaty balls.

Aranea: At first Aranea got the attitude that Meenah's failure to hunt wasn't really her problem, since it was the seadweller who had decided to get up on dry land and walk so far inland. But the Serket wasn't an uncaring person to her friends and despite Meenah's rudeness, which was standard, she didn't want her to pass out and die from the sun. Wouldn't be much of a friend otherwise.

"Oh." she said in a mix of surprise and interest at Meenah's suggestion, skittering back a few steps in her web. The gargantuan cock moved in a rather enticing manner, making her think through the pros and cons. The milk in her tits were supposed to be for her spiderlings once they hatched but  her body would always produce more. Really, this was a win-win for both sides. However... "Alright, sounds reasonable. But on one more condition. Since I haven't had a mate yet there would be no point in laying them somewhere warm anyway, so... Would you by any chance, ahem, fuck me?" She coughed dismissively and looked to the side, feeling odd about asking such a question to a friend but seeing no other choice. Maybe Meenah would be eager to do it, you never knew with the brazen krackentroll. "And I expect you not to absorb the eggs either once I lay them. Do not try to cheat me out of my brood just to get more cum in your balls."

Meenah: “Fuck you? The fuck? Is that a prerequisite to be someone’s mate here in the surface. Why don’t you just lay ‘em and get it over with?” Normally, Meenah would never turn down the invitation for some crazy/nasty sex, but time was running out for the tentacled terror. Meenah smacked her lips: dry and chapped, they were. Her cock began to droop down too, it wasn’t even spitting out trickles of pre-cum anymore. Looks like she didn’t have much of a choice; agreeing to the whims of a surface dweller, a new low for the Empress of the Sea. If Aranea wasn’t cute, or her friend, Meenah would be slurping her balls empty of cum-digested drider…  “Alright, I’ll fuck you, but just let me drink while I ram your spidery cunt, ya big, bug ‘beach’.” Meenah’s tentacles helped push the tyrianblood up off the cliff face. She shambled towards her large girlfrond, tentacles unfurled and ready.

Aranea:  "Because, Meenah, my body forms these eggs whether I want to or not. If I want to actually have spiderlings I need the eggs fertilized by another troll, otherwise I just get empty shells and my body just hates when that happens. Imagine a hangover that last for days. Or with this many eggs, months." She said the last words bitterly, but got into a better mood when the tyrianblooded troll agreed. "Oh, of course! You can drink first if you want to, you do look awful. I mean, due to your current state of hydration which I will happily correct." Oooooooh finally, someone to fuck her! Aranea's legs moved more excitedly as she walked up to the seadweller, her large breasts being presented up on the solid platform where there was no webbing. Up close Meenah would see a trail of milky cerulean run down them, hinting that there was more to be found. "I honestly doubt you would even be able to ram your shaft into me by the looks of it. Come on now, drink up!" Knowing that her long awaited goal was at hand she was eager to get Meenah back into shape, even if it meant some extra prodding.

Meenah: “Bah! Just wait until I get my strength back up…” Meenah said as the succulent drider skittered closer to her. The erotic sight of Aranea’s pendulous milk jugs sparked the Peixes’ schlong into action, the seventy foot behemoth slithered up between the drider’s tits, and slowly wormed its way inside Aranea’s nipple. Incandescent euphoria enveloped the veiny cock-beast; the lake of milk warmed the shaft, relaxing the glans enough for her foreskin to peel all the way back. The urethra’s tightness waned as it began to swallow gallons of Aranea’s ambrosial cream. Meenah’s balls digested the intense surge of creamy drider milk, converting it into precious energy its owner desperately needed. The tyrian terror gained a spontaneous gush of liveliness as her cock drank the spidergirl’s fluids. The effects began to speak for themselves: Meenah’s tentacles wiggled happily, shooting down jets of musky, white ooze onto the (monstrous) ladies; the tentacle jizz cooled the two down. Meenah’s shriveled  body became full and chubby once more. Several tentacles redirected themselves to their owner’s soccer field-wide ass, slipping inside to fuck her tight pucker (which was the size of a truck tire). Since her balls weren’t getting any bigger due to all the digestion, Meenah just went ahead and started drinking from Aranea’s other breast. She clasped her lips onto the nipple and drank heartily. This method wasn’t as expedient compared to the work her dong was putting in, but it was something to fill her tummy.

Aranea: It was remarkable that Meenah could work her cock like that; no other troll Aranea had ever heard of could fuck someone with a "flaccid" moving dick. She swallowed thickly as the wide head started to press against her leaking nub but she couldn't hold back the gasp that came from her lips as it pushed in, the cerulean nipple stretching around the turgid shaft. She could feel it throb as milk surged through it and into Meenah's sack, which quickly seemed to invigorate its owner. And her tentacles apparently, as Aranea saw the white sticky liquid shoot over her, splashing onto her swollen behind. Unluckily one such gout hit her face, forcing her to wipe the large amounts of gunk off. Meenah repaid the little "accident" in full by attaching herself on the second teat, milk immediately pouring out into her mouth. "I know my breasts are impressive but even I was surprised that you came near instantly." she said with an lustful chuckle, her breaths already being slightly deeper from the arousing smell around them. Meenah's tentacles had a tendency to drip fluids whether she was aroused or not; the rush of milk had probably just excited her. "How does it taste?" Good she guessed judging from how Meenah was actively fucking her own asshole. Even though Aranea's own was full of eggs she took a sense of pride that it was bigger even taller than Meenah, which probably wasn't a common sight to the tentacle troll.

Meenah: Meenah pulled her lips off Aranea’s nub, smacking her lips to clean off any excess milk. “That ain’t cum, dummy. It’s just tentacle secretions, like lube.” She squirted another load of tentacle cum on the drider’s face to emphasis her point. The tyrianblood had regained her vitality, thickness, and her voracious demeanor. Her wide hips slammed repeatedly into Aranea’s breast, the shockwaves rustling the jungle treeline behind them. She was doing it more out of lust rather than necessity, exemplified by her wanton waste of her friend’s milk. River-sized streams of milk cascaded onto the earth with every desperate thrust.  Eventually, Meenah’s balls began to swell up with excess milk ever so slowly. The fishy giantess, finally, decided to show some courtesy to her generous friend and pulled her ‘flaccid’ cock out. With a pop, Meenah’s mammoth cock slithered out the tight nub, milk spraying everywhere.

“Alright, Aranea, a deal’s a deal,” Meenah’s tentacles (including the ones squirming in her fat ass)  began to latch onto her breasts, and her spidery legs. The aquatic sea-bitch elected to have several snake their way into Aranea’s poor, little throat. Meenah watched with glee, groping her own giant tits, as her slimy appendages throatfucked the drider’s tight throat, shooting down gallon after gallon of smelly cum down her throat. Meanwhile, her prehensile beast  slither its way down to Aranea’s wet cunt, teasing the entrance before ramming itself inside. The veins across the shaft throbbed fiercely as Aranea’s hot, tight vaginal walls constricted Meenah’s member. All of the spider-mother’s holes, from what Meenah could see, at least, were crammed with thick tentacles, with the tyrian titan moaning in ecstasy.

Aranea: Aranea had just been about to retaliate against Meenah's statement that it wasn't cum squirting from the tentacles, since the thickness and heat made her think otherwise, but the splash of the white fluid in her face shut her up. Continuing to argue was pointless since Meenah had decided to pick up the pace and fuck Aranea's breast like a real hole, the soft orb squishing in rhythm with the thrusts. Her other boob was leaking excessively and added to the river of fluids pouring down the platform and into the gorge below, making a mess. It was only added to when her other tit gaped open from the prehensile cock being so suddenly removed, gallons gushing out like a dam has just broken. Aranea felt her face flush up cerulean from arousal, panting softly.

"Oh, yes, yes- wait, Meenahmn!" The drider first found herself held firmly in place by the slick tentacles wrapping around her legs, and then silenced as a multitude of them, each as thick as an oil barrel, forced themselves down her gullet. Her mouth and throat was stretched obscenely around the feet thick mass of tentacles, squirting gallons of raw tentacle jizz into her. Her belly bloated instantly to the size of a smaller car but due to her drider physique it didn't grow much larger than the initial bump thanks the cum being transferred into her voluptuous lower body. The musky smell and taste clouded her mind and was just the distraction she needed before Meenah's massive cock sneaked its way under her to her pussy. She let out a strangled cry of ecstasy as it thrust into her, worming its way into her body through a hole that wasn't meant to take members of that size but did a good job managing anyway. With the various too thick tentacles in her throat and nipples it should have come as no surprise that she climaxed just mere seconds after it pushed in, cerulean juices pouring out onto the parts of Meenah's cock yet to have enter her. Her inner walls clenched around the shaft and as the waves of pleasure shook her she realized that they had barely begun fucking yet the seadweller had already managed to make her reach her peak once. No wonder the giant troll had such a reputation for being such an intimidating partner (or not a reputation per se, since no one could actually remember anyone surviving a sexual encounter with the krakentroll).

Meenah: Meenah reveled in the pleasure she brought to the oversized drider, her ego swelled up as fast as her nuts were. Speaking of which, it turns out that her balls had turned Aranea’s breast milk into the thick, tar-like cum that normally populated the krakenslut’s musky ballsack. The last of her tentacles (ones on the base of her back) secreted their ooze over every inch of Meenah’s tough, musky scrotum. Her cock continued to pound Aranea’s tight cooter, hosing down her insides with a more than generous amount of pre, so much so that it began to leak out the drider’s cunt and mix with the lake of pussy juice and milk below the two. 

“Enjoying yourself, bitch? I know I am, needed me a tight pussy for gods know how long.” She cackled, with her response being more guttural moans and sloppy noises. “Fuck, don’t talk with your mouth full!” Meenah moaned, legs shaking, her mind rushing with depraved thoughts and sexual positions as pleasure shot across her many, slimy appendages (but mostly her fat, fucking cock).  The air around them stank, an invisible miasma or musk dance around the giantess’. Meenah breathed in the atmosphere, shuddering in the smell that only served to pound the spider’s cunt harder and deeper. She jammed her fist up her fat behind, because why the fuck not, she figured. With the added ecstasy of a nice thick fist, Meenah was in heaven, if heaven allowed for revolting, kinky sex between two voluptuous freaks of nature, that is…

Aranea: It wasn't like she would have been able to say a single syllable, not with the tentacles pounding her throat going deeper and deeper, stretching the drider's skin thin. Her eyes could only see her own nose and the mass of tentacles thrusting into her maw so she simply let herself go, unfocusing so that she could instead concentrate on the pleasure she felt. And what pleasure! Her body was absorbing Meenah's precum like the seadweller had hungrily sucked up her milk, spreading it through her body so that her eggs would get the treatment they needed. Not that her output was large or potent enough, but Aranea wasn't worried. With balls like that she knew it'd be well enough.

The smell of raw sex assaulted Aranea with every laboured breath she took, the slime that the tentacles secreted making it more intense for each second that passed. Unable to control herself she blindly reached with her hands outwards in a feeble attempt to get a limb's attention just so that she could be slathered with the gunk herself. Meanwhile her breasts, still gushing with milk into the tentacles on her breasts, had shrunk a little, the draining being slow but steady. They were still comparable to a house though so if Meenah really wanted her sucked dry she would have to either increase the drainage or continue on for a long time. But hey, at least it wouldn't be hard to keep one's stamina up when you have such sweet and nutritious cream at hand.

Meenah: She wasn’t gonna lie: Meenah was going to cum. An hour hasn’t even passed and yet this titan of the sea was about to bust an over-sized nut! She didn’t know if she was either losing her edge, or Aranea was just a really good fuck. Probably the latter, she thought. Regardless, Meenah continued to fuck the drider MILF with the same ferocious intensity she had started with. All seventy feet of her gray schlong had buried itself inside Aranea, bottomed out. Meenah’s balls had been swinging like wrecking balls at the start, however, dozens of gallons of milk turned to thick cum (plus gravity) had taken its toll on her balls. The sack laid on the rocky ground, slowly continuing to swell up with cum. It had to be half the size of Aranea’s spider butt! Meenah was visibly exhausted, relying on her cock’s prehensile, sentient efforts to cum. Instead, the krakentroll remained buried between Aranea’s mountainous breasts, breathing heavily against her friend, shooting tentacle gunk all over their faces.

Aranea: Slowly but surely Meenah had gotten more feet into Aranea and pushed closer, to the point where the drider had to part her breasts some just so that the huge troll could fully sheathe her cock inside of her. The enormous sacks had managed to swell up underneath the drider and Araena got to experience the heat of them directly, the swollen sack pressing up against her body with its veins standing out. It would easily be enough to sate her lust, maybe even too much! No need to complain though, since she was too caught up in the raw ecstasy coursing through her body to care about the impending flood of cum. She could feel the length inside of her abused cunt squirm and roughly fuck her, filling her up with so much pre that it felt like it came from a geyser. The créme of it all (close to literally) was the rain of tentacle cum pouring down on the two, covering Aranea's tits with the vile substance and soaking her hair and face. She could feel another orgasm rapidly approach her as the speed of the thrusts in her pussy built up, making her muffled moans intensify.

Meenah: Suddenly, Meenah grasped the jugs surrounding her, biting into Aranea’s breast. Her bite was strong enough to draw blood, and it look very painful. The tyrianblood didn’t care, especially now that her orgasm was just within reach. Meenah poured her efforts into draining her nutbutter into Aranea’s spent, quivering hole. Many of her tentacles ceased their shower of slime and snuck under to join Meenah’s leviathan cock. However, she still kept the ones jammed in Aranea’s throat. They made her look like such a slut, and it’ll be amusing to see her choke on cum. Then, without warning, several gallons of spunk erupted out of the aquatic titan’s cockslit, pouring straight into the spider girl’s moist cavern. Her length spasm and sputtered as river after river of rich, piping-hot seed flooded Aranea’s cavernous cunt. The drider’s stomach began to bloat, as did her big ol’ spider butt! Meenah let out a volley of moans and coos, deafening and creature within the proximity of the lewd scene. The tentacles in Aranea’s throat joined the perverted spectacle, gushing copious amounts of cum-like gunk straight to the drider’s tummy. Eventually, once Aranea’s stomach looked as if it swallowed a small town, the exhausted Peixes’ pulled out, uncorking a tsunami of putrid sea-bitch cum and vaginal fluids. The ravine behind the couple easily began to fill up, a smelly lake of cock milk pooled, waves of semen seeping into the treeline. Satisfied (for now) with her handiwork, the ‘Empress of the Sea’ took several steps back, panting as her tentacles, and cock, drooped lifelessly. “…So. There’s the fuck you wanted. What the fuck was supposed to do again?” She scratched her scaly head. The pleasure had proven too much for Meenah, making her forget her hunger. It was unheard of before until now!

Aranea: The sharp pain from the bite brought Aranea back to her senses, her eyes focusing back onto the pillar of fuckmeat pounding into her throat right. Meenah squeezing her breasts meant that the tentacles feeding on them got a flood of it pouring into them, which would turn into even more delicious cum to treat the drider with. The short moment of clarity was lost as her cunt was roughly stretched to fit the extra tentacles, and then Aranea nearly lost it completely as a rush of semen shot into her, triggering her orgasm hard. Cum poured through her pussy and into her egg sacs, filling them up rapidly and spreading throughout her abdomen. Just that would have been enough but Meenah had decided to keep the tentacles in her mouth and as such she got her stomach blasted with thick, rich jizz, her body being unable to handle the sudden influx of seed and such making her gray belly swell up faster than ever before. She kept on getting pumped into, hundreds of gallons at a time, each blast of alabaster cum more ecstatic than the next...

Aranea had gotten herself completely lost in the pleasure that when the tentacles were pulled out she had no idea how much she had taken. With the plugs removed from her holes the deluge of cum pouring from her mouth and vagina didn't tell her much other than "a lot", though that still felt like an understatement. She sure as hell couldn't respond to Meenah though, batter billowing out of her mouth continuously while she rested against the ground. There was no way she could stand up at the moment, not with her inflated stomach and... Oh goodness. Her abdomen, having taken the brunt of the fuck, had inflated to twice its size before, now towering over the two girls. It would be one hell of a laying now. Still affected by the huge post-orgasm bliss she merely waved lazily towards Meenah, trying to stop herself from speaking cum.

Meenah: Meenah sat down with a thunderous boom, exhausted from the intense dicking she gave to Aranea. The two were bathed in shadow as the drider's abdomen had swollen to the size of a small town. The fishy titan chuckled, amazed by her handiwork; she pet her tired cock, which leaked the last remaining gallons of cum she had stored. "Well, there's step one over and done with, Serket. I dunno if I'm gonna live to see step two, ha ha ha!" She joked, resting her giant scaly head against the cliffs. Once again, Meenah patted her humongous genitals for a job well-done.

Aranea: After a few moments of coughing and swallowing, the drider finally managed to get her throat cleared of most the slime. She was still recovering from the intense fuck but at least she could communicate. "I doubt either of us will survive step two. I never knew a drider could get this big before, it's practically unheard of." Groaning, she attempt to get herself into a standing position, which was hard enough considering the weight that was on her legs. The incredibly solid and durable material that cased her limbs were designed for such heavy loads (although this was certainly on the extreme) and with a few solid breaths she managed to stand. Which... didn't really do much, other than lift her abdomen a few feet. Her stomach, still storing the tentacles' jism, obviously didn't budge. It was so huge that she was more or less facing a gray wall. She couldn't wait to go back to her regular size after this, her upper body felt so disproportionate to the rest of her. "Are you even sure your nuts will manage this? I know they're big but this seems excessive!"

Meenah: "You're telling me." She said, poking Aranea's big, round belly with a tentacle. Meenah looked at the drider's giant backside, gulping as she envisioned the heavy task she will soon undertake. However, the sea-witch always one to save face, put up front of false bravado, smirking. "Ha, are you kiddin' me? These babies have blown up to sizes way bigger than your chubby spider-ass!" She lied. In actuality, the biggest her balls have been were  up to her own size, and that was sweep's ago. Biting her lip, the perverted sea empress mustered up the energy (and courage) to stand back on  her feet. "Aight, girl. Don't keep me waitin', bring on the eggs."

Aranea: Aranea didn't seem too convinced by Meenah's claim that her balls had handled such a humongous size, but with the pressing need to lay the damn eggs she wasn't going to argue. "Oh, certainly." she said in relief, closing her eyes to focus on her lower body. The sheathe, previously ignored during the frantic fucking, began to spread as a large stinger-like organ slid out. It pushed on and then the tip parted, a similar looking member pushing out until finally the ovipositor had unsheathed fully. It was a whole ten feet long but under her massive abdomen it was like nothing. At least it was fairly thick compared to Meenah's dong. "Aaaaaaaah~ Finally. Uhm, it seems like I won't be able to move much to you in this current state though. I suppose I'm simply the luckiest to be laying my eggs in the one person who has a prehensile cock around here then." She seemed remarkably more cheerful now, for obvious reasons.

Meenah: "I'll be honest, that is really creepy." She blurted out once she stared at the ovipositor for a couple of seconds. It was hypocritical to say, considering she herself is an erotic ocean dwelling monster who eats things with her sentient cock. The fact that she fucked a spider-cunt notwithstanding, of course. In an anycase, Meenah steeled her nerves for round (step) two, her behemoth of a dong smacking and stretching its urethra lewdly. As the appendage inched closer to Aranea's egglayer, Meenah's tentacles spat jizz on the ovipositor, lubing it for shits and giggles. It slid inside the cock's opening easily, immediately constricting and pumping it as Meenah's dick swallowed all ten feet. The ovipositor hardly passed the glans before bottoming out. How pathetic! "Ready when you are, girl." She signaled Aranea with a slap on her grey tummy.

Aranea: "Creepy? You are a gargantuan girl walking around with a cock that is almost as tall as yourself, and you dare call my member creepy?" Any offense she took from Meenah's observation was lost immediately as she saw the seadweller's cockhead open its "maw", pushing past her and under her body. She gasped from the mere cum being lathered onto the ovipositor, exclaiming "Keep at it and I'll lay my eggs in the cold!" before biting her lip to hide any accidental moans that might slip out of her. No need to sound whorish just because you're laying eggs. Well, at least she tried, as when the urethra swallowed up her member she let out a delighted chirp, bucking her abdomen forwards. Might not have been much for Meenah, but Aranea hadn't even started yet. With a breathy, happy "Oh yes, I'm ready.~" she finally allowed herself to let her eggs flow. An egg began to push its way into the ovipositor, and it was /massive/. It had to be several feet thick and stretched out not only Aranea's organ, and once it reached the end of it Meenah would get to feel it as well. It was probably just a second or two but it felt like an eternity for the drider to have the egg pop out of her, now to be gobbled up by the other monstrous creature. Once Meenah's cock sucked it in she would feel it create a bump in the shaft as it made its way down, beating most animals that the voracious dick got in size. "You have noooooooo idea how great this feels. Like a weight off my shoulders."

Meenah: Meenah huffed, catching her breath as the first egg pushed its way into her cockslit. “Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and lay already, you blabbermouth.” Meenah said, sending some tentacles back towards the drider’s mouth. The aquatic giantess hummed happily as her cock got used to the size of the drider egg. The huge orb crossed the several feet it took to reach the end of Meenah’s dong. Finally, with an audible gurgle, the egg fell into the pool of hot, tyrian spunk. It didn’t weigh much, nor leave an indication that it was even inside Meenah’s sack. Of course, that was just one out of (probably) a million. Given the size  of Aranea’s abdomen, Meenah’s balls were in for a challenge. “Just one, Serket? I thought your ass was full of these eggs, or were you just lying about your weight again?” She teased. “Ha ha, I’m just kidding. Remember: ready when you are.” Meenah said, grinning. Despite this being a natural, circle-of-life/miracle-of-birth bullshit routine, the fish giant wanted to keep things fun for both of them. But mostly herself. “Here. Lemme help you relax.~” Her large, scaly hands played with the drider’s gray milk jugs. She lifted one of them, bring it to her lips, and drank from the blue nub happily. Meanwhile, some of her tentacles rammed themselves in and out of her asshole, stretching the ring out obscenely.

Aranea: Aranea, as was common with her, hadn't realized that she had been talking too much and so was going to protest when a tentacle wider than her face thrust itself back between her lips, quickly followed by several other. It broke her concentration and Meenah would find the ovipositor swell up again, but not with only one egg. Since the first oval had been safely deposited Aranea's body saw no reason to hold back, and the second egg was immediately followed by another one, and another after that. As her cock was steadily fed the orbs Meenah could see it lined with bumps travelling towards her crotch. At first they had the same speed as the initial egg but soon the pace increased, followed by the drider lazily grinding her hips forward. And the flow didn't slow down. Each second more eggs were crammed into Meenah's cock than the one before, forcing her to really start sucking them up if she didn't want her shaft to become overstuffed. It was obvious that Aranea wasn't going to do anything to stop it, blissfully enjoying the suckling on her teats and the laying to the point where she felt like she might as well be orgasming. It wasn't every intercourse she got the pleasure of having enormous beads leave her body.

Meenah: “Maybe some tentacle jizz will keep that piehole of yours busy!” Meenah cried out, voice saturated in pleasure. Those hard, round orbs Aranea kept dumping into Meenah’s balls were driving her crazy! As her big, sweaty balls touched the cold ground, Meenah had to stepped over them in order to keep sight of the drider. She leaned onto Aranea, her composure crumbling as each egg fell into her fuschia cum-reservoir. Minutes felt like hours as the deluge of eggs overflowed her nuts. “You are so fucking lucky my nuts can’t break down these literal hor d’oeuvres you’re dumpin’ in me.” She said, her breath ragged. In time, a shadow began to cast over the two, from behind Meenah. Aranea’s spider-butt had shrunk down to a meager size whilst the Gl’bgolyb spawn’s testes grew and grew. This was a new record for the titan – three cheers for her.

Aranea: Aranea's mind was a flurry of blissful emotions; the tentacles ravaging and stretching out her throat giving her intense bursts of pleasure while her ovipositor provided her with even greater jolts. As time went on her butt kept on shrinking, slowly but surely, while the round balls of the seadweller got larger and larger and began to feature a few bumps on the surface from being so stuffed. There were still plenty to go and Aranea's body was not planning on stopping the rapid laying. In fact it got even more desperate, so when the eggs didn't flow fast enough it still kept on pressing. With a loud moan the drider felt two eggs press through her member at once, soon reaching Meenah's cock and stretching it out in a similar manner. They began to get more and more common, bringing the ecstasy to new heights for both parts. Apparently Aranea's stomach had begun shrinking as well, the jizz in it absorbed by her body to treat the eggs and make her offspring even more strong. And if Meenah didn't stop drinking from and squeezing her tits she might even end up going back to her regular size!


Meenah: Meenah’s tongue fell out of her mouth as her face contorted with ecstasy. The greedy giantess removed her precious tentacles from the drider’s abused mouth. She jammed many of them up her fat ass, moaning like a slut as they rammed her tight asshole. Many still found their way to her cock. They lathered it in musky tentacle jizz, squirting thick glob after thick glob. Meenah shook her hips back and forth, forcing Arnea’s ovipositor to fuck her slick cockslit. Precum showered the drider’s appendage, soaking the ground below them. Meenah’s nutsack had ballooned to ridiculous proportions. It rivaled the size of a football stadium, and it only grew further. Meenah’s leathery orbs began to crash into the jungle behind her, crushing palm trees as if they were mere twigs. “Ah, ah! Don’t ya fuckin’ stop, Serket! Feed the Empress’ cock!” Meenah babbled, spitting out whatever corny phrase her lust-addled mind had stored.

Aranea: The moment that her mouth was freed, Aranea began to cough and gasp for precious air. Despite spluttering tentacle cum it didn't stop her from fucking, her ovipositor forcing out eggs like never before. "Yes! Yes!" Aranea repeated over and over again, totalling eight times. Lucky for Meenah that she had those other appendages to release seed from since with all the orbs blocking the way it'd be difficult to achieve a proper orgasm through her cock. And if one were to take a quick peek at the bulging balls it wasn't hard to see that they were filled with more eggs than cum. Any animal or troll that had been drawn to the sound and smell of the two fucking were sure to run away as the enormous gray orbs kept on growing, leaving the lusty seadweller and drider to their own devices. As time passed Meenah's sack only grew bigger while Aranea's abdomen and belly shrunk, the empress' nuts nearing the size of what Aranea had been when the laying began, and Aranea's backside looking more and more proportional to the rest of her body (not counting the large tits, of course). The flow of eggs began to slow down as well, the drider's body reaching emptiness.

Meenah: The building-sized seadweller felt a decrease in the deluge of eggs, sadly. She frowned, not wanting the sensations to stop. She forced her tentacles out of her doughy asshole, begrudgingly. Now that Aranea’s abdomen had shrunk down to a reasonable size, Meenah’s slick appendages easily wrapped around it, slipping past the drider’s spindly legs. Her tentacles squeezed the spider, not to crush her (gross) but squeeze out the last few orbs she had stored. Immediately, an incredible amount of eggs exploded out of the ovipositor, into Meenah’s cock’s maw. The sudden sensation caused the titan to squirt out a small amount of pre, and huge loads from each of her tentacles. Of course, all the fluids hit Aranea square on the face. Aranea is probably annoyed with this running gag, but, hopefully, the pleasure it brought would be a decent apology.

Aranea: If Aranea had a choice in the matter she would have let the eggs come out at their own leisure pace, but apparently Meenah had other thoughts. The drider let out a startled yelp as the large tentacles curved along her behind, covering it in a layer of slimy tentacle meat. Before she got any chance to object however they had already begun pressing, causing her to gasp and flinch as several eggs were forced out of her at once. She didn't get much air though since her face got soaked in massive loads of jizz, squirting over her frame. It did not take long for the last egg to leave her body and when it did she finally allowed herself to slump, exhausted falling down on top of Meenah's cock as her legs buckled. Not that her weight would be any problem for the gargantuan dick. "I-I'm... so spent." she sighed happily, looking back onto her abdomen that was a little smaller than a truck, which was pretty much what it was supposed to be.


Meenah: Meenah took a moment to get her bearings. She was exhausted, in ever sense of the word, yet she felt a longing to continue fucking. At least for till one more orgasm. But not just any old orgasm. A ‘R---E---ELY’, fucking good orgasm. She looked behind and saw nothing but a humongous wall of (bumpy) scrotum. These drider eggs felt amazing just popping into her cock’s maw one by one, like an infinite set of anal beads. Of course, Meenah wasn’t going to disgrace herself by birthing nasty-ass drider babies. Hell no! Instead, she was gonna return these borrowed things back to their owner, whether she wanted them or not. “You know, Serket, that was such nice experience, helping out a friend while making ourselves feel really good.” Meenah looked down at the drider resting on her titanic dong, petting her head.” But, then I thought, if it felt so good, why not do it again?” With that, Meenah’s tentacles sprung to life once more, snatching up Aranea and holding her in the air. Meenah’s cock slowly approached Aranea’s mouth, before quickly worming inside, fucking her throat.

Aranea: Aranea's state of mind could be described with two words; content and relieved. She had managed to get all the eggs out of her system and not only that, but she had found a great partner who could keep them warm until the time of hatching. Sure, now Meenah was even more intimidating with two massive sacks that loomed over her, the outline of hundreds of eggs visible in the skin. Thankfully that was not going to be Aranea's problem... "Oh yes, yes. I really can not thank you enough." The large hand petting her much smaller head felt a bit strange but hey, it felt rather affectionate. "Just a moment, what did you mean with th- hey!" With her much smaller size it was easy for the tentacles to wrap around her body and hoist her into the air, Aranea's six legs kicking frantically in surprise and confusion. Now that the prehensile cock was no longer occupied with sucking out eggs from the ovipositor, which had returned to its sheath, it was free to plunge down into the drider's throat. Not much went in due to the size difference, but it did stretch Aranea's mouth and throat obscenely around the feet thick member. The drider's eyes looked up at the looming seadweller in disbelief, trying to get an explanation for this.

Meenah: “Honestly, Serket, we’re friends and shit but I still got standards, you know?” Meenah said, her member shooting streams of precum down the drider’s throat, along with some eggs. Egg after egg was being returned to their mother, her stomach beginning to bloat ridiculously. The silver moon glimmered in the sky, providing light for the obscene egg-laying below. The fishy giantess’ tentacles showered the drider with cum, humiliating her. After five minutes of intense throatfucking, Meenah put her confused friend on the ground. Her body had grown heavy from all those eggs, evident from the house sized stomach Aranea sported. Meenah moaned loudly, relishing the pleasurable feeling the deluge of orbs had brought to her cock. Any moment, she would experience another mind-blowing orgasm, blasting out any eggs that would be left in her nuts.

Aranea: Aranea was stunned; was Meenah intending to go back on her promise? The drider's stomach, which had returned to such a slim form underneath her enormous boobs, began to grow with the tens of gallons of pre pouring into her. And then she felt it, the first egg pushing through the cock only to land in her stomach, weighing it down heavily. More and more began to flow, her belly growing rapidly as the eggs slid into her gut along with large amounts of pre. As if that wasn't enough Meenah had apparently intended to get a bunch of tentacles to coat her with cum, spraying the sticky fluids all over her. The members holding her up did let her back down onto the ground, though her knees buckled and she fell down onto her volumuous behind, the slithering cock still thrusting into her mouth. Despite the rush of betrayal going through her there was no denying the pleasure of having such massive eggs slide through her body, ending up in her warm gut. Damn Peixes, you just can't trust them.

Meenah: “If you experience any indigestion, just eat a couple antacid tablets, ha!” Meenah joked. Her balls finally began to shrink down to their normal size, they, at least, were between her legs now. All in all, Meenah rated this experience rather highly among her usual sexual misadventures, and that’s saying a lot. However, like all good adventures, many have to ‘cum’ to a satisfying conclusion. Sensing her imminent orgasm, Meenah doubled her efforts to pound into Aranea’s throat, impatient for her precious release. Eventually, with some elbow grease and sheer determination, the first few gallons of jizz hit the back of the drider’s throat like a tsunami. Then another, and another, until a flood of biblical proportions was drained into the poor, abused Aranea’s tummy. The giantess bellowed an ear-splitting roar, disturbing nearby birds from their slumber, making the fly away in terror. Pulling out, Meenah leaned on the cliff face next to her, catching her breath. Aranea looked as if she saw a ghost, or just got fucked really badly. Regaining composure, Meenah shuffled in front of Aranea. “Damn, Aranea. I gotta thank you for that. One of the best nuts I’ve had in forever, yo.” She held her friend’s shoulders, pecked her lips lovingly, and, using her colossal leg power, rolled her bloated buddy into the cum-filled canyon behind her. “Have a nice bath!” She cackled cruelly, walking back into the jungle. 

“Oh shit. I was supposed to eat something today, huh? Eh, whatever.” She mumbled to herself, shrugging. Maybe that drider milk will be enough tide her over until morning, who knows?

Aranea: Her belly bloated just like her abdomen had been at the time of laying, Aranea found herself coughing up volumes of thick, rich jizz as Meenah pulled out. It streamed out of her mouth like a river, giving her no chance to respond or reprimand the seadweller for her debaucherous actions. Even an egg or two fell out, though it was a loss she could take. While her stomach was full with eggs and cum, it was a warm place, and that's all Aranea's maternal instincts cared about. Defeated she let herself lay in the canyon, taking up so much space with her gut, her brood trapped within.

After a few days of living on mere cum the eggs hatched and Aranea got to have her spiderly brood crawl back up the way they came, the large driders crawling out of her maw. The process was long and arduous, but eventually the exhausted broodmother found all her "little" spiderlings free. The breeding season had been a success! Well, more or less, since while Aranea loved every single one of her brood they did perplex her. No one had heard about driders with tentacles before, after all.