Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 36

"But oil-based lubrication would ruin the dildos!" Ms. Hare replied, holding up her own jar of lubrication.

Dumping the lube onto Honoka's erect cock, Honoka shivered when the cold viscous fluid coated her. With a glare, Ms. Hatter raised her padded foot over the long rod and sat in the middle of it like she was riding a horse. Not riding a horse, which would be anatomically tricky for any average woman, but straddling the veiny throbbing rod and smoshing Ms. Hatter's own labia into the oiled, slick skin. "Have you guessed the riddle yet?" Ms. Hatter asked while she used her hands and thighs to move up and down the middle of the shaft seductively.

Whatever Honoka may have lost in flexibility and agility with her newly acquired muscular girth, the black woman more than made up for in strength. Despite a six-foot (183 cm) cock, erect and growing with a woman of moderate weight astride said cock, Honoka experienced no trouble keeping upright aside from the jelly-legged spasms of someone approaching orgasm. So it was with only a little breathlessness and imbalance that Honoka replied. "Is it that an orgy and a rhino begin and end with a big O?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," Ms. Hatter answered, laying her chest upon the turgid meat now that there was room, sliding her whole body up and down the ever-expanding pork sword. With substantial breasts and fur tickling Honoka into a building finale, she required herself to sit down, lest she be overcum with the vapors.

"You should have some rootbeer," Ms. Hare offered Honoka.

Honoka looked around and didn't find any, which disappointed her because she did find herself a tad parched. "I don't see any rootbeer."

"There isn't any rootbeer," Ms. Hare replied.

"Then it wasn't very civil to offer something you don't have," Honoka replied, this whole affair of carbonated beverages distracting her from hopefully getting her orgasm sometime today!

"But we do have these."

If Honoka retained more presence of mind, or if her mind wasn't presently upon how good it felt to have her giant penis massaged from an entire woman slathered in lubrication, she might have taken note of Ms. Hare picking up the pink bag and passing around multi-colored tinctures. Nevertheless, as in all things sexual, what was being stimulated now became more important than anything else that can happen later. It was with detached curiosity that Honoka watched the various women chug down their offered vials.

Because size does matter, Honoka watched the tiny Ms. Mouse. Her bottle was as large as her whole body, but the diminutive green woman drank the crimson liquid entirely like a champ. Finishing it off, the little woman slumped downward, still containing most of a teapot stem inside her pussy. With a mighty hiccup, her body wracked when an exact duplicate of the little green woman - mouse ears, nose and tail included - fell to the ground. Before she recovered from this development, another hiccup hit the tiny woman and another copy fell on top of the first copy, causing both copies to squeal while they scrambled together.

*hiccup*

*hiccup*

*hiccup*

*hiccup*

In a matter of seconds, there were a dozen Ms. Mouses, and it seemed like it wouldn't end any time soon.

"I wonder if this will be permanent?" Staring curiously at her two right hands, Ms. Hare flicked her tongue to lick a quickly creeping pink color engulfing her body. Even as Honoka focused on the bright pigment, it took on a translucent sheen. Wherever the pink traveled along the snake skin of Ms. Hare, it brought with it a distorted view of the grass and grounds around them, like gazing through tinted spectacles not quite right for a particular person's eyes.

"plllbl?" Ms. Hare tried to ask, but it emerged as bubbles in thick liquid, every movement of hers taking on a wobble and jiggle. Any motion she took dripped and oozed while parts of her form lost cohesion and other parts regained it. Right then, a circular pudding of immense dimensions surrounded all the women there in the grass, slowly constricting in upon itself.

The whole affair proved rather mesmerizing but, alas, there was a girl upon a phallus, and Honoka's etiquette teachers always instilled her with a duty towards those astride said phalli above anyone else.

"It would appear, my good woman," Ms. Hatter said, pinching her cheek and stretching it out a few feet from her face before letting go to snap back, "that I have become as rubbery as a pirate in a straw hat." Reaching down with both her hands and pulling her snatch open wide enough to push a person through, the furry woman gave an ottery grin and looked at the top of Honoka's engorged glans. "If only I garnered some assistance reaching your peak and maybe obtained some water-based lubrication..."

"WE HELP!!"

Ms. Mouse had been busy. They spoke not as a person but as a crowd. Spread out like a horde, there were hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of the little green women piled atop one another. To better describe them, the tiny greenies appeared as a writhing mass rather than a group. When they spoke, they rose up, grabbing onto themselves to create a giant hand made of tiny people, towing upwards at least thirty feet, the index and middle finger parting into a mighty V for victory.

From underneath that hand swelled a glepping and shlurbing wave of ooze, Ms. Hare's face forming in front while she slowly wrapped her hot, sticky yet viscous, bright pink form all around Honoka's ten foot long and two feet wide penis, completely engulfing Ms. Hatter inside herself. The furred woman did not struggle long, as the titanic hand shape of all the Ms. Mouses plucked her out of the slimy mess and promptly placed her vagina atop the tip of Honoka ginormous chocolate knob.

Then the hand made of tiny goblin women pushed the rubber otter woman downward and used the lubrication of the goo snake woman to bring a penis that was longer and larger than Ms. Hatter's whole furry body inside her elastic snatch.

"Finally," Honoka emphasized, immobilized by the oppressive weight of her penis and the gargantuan girth of her testicles, "the time has cum. Thick and fast, I can cum at last!" Honoka was in euphoria. In fact, more relieved than any other emotion, but euphoria remained a quality descriptor.

And long it would not be, all the almosts and nearly theres thrusting Honoka into a state where she already felt the boulders between her legs shoving themselves up into her body and what felt like a torrent of semen building up at the base of her cock. The last twitches, those final contractions leading up to the point of no return, squeezed themselves out from her massive urethra, her penis growing to a size unheard of except in only the lewdest of mythologies. Ms. Hatter, little more than a rubberized sheath, frantically moved up and down the top half of the shaft by a hand of tiny women and propelled along by the slickness of another woman's oozy body.

*SPLOOOOOSH!!*

In the ultimate example of cock blocking, the entire grassy knoll suddenly became drenched in the coldest of ice water.

"NO!!" Honoka cried, her penis quickly shrinking as she tumbled and stumbled while being tossed like laundry in a river, the other women in no better shape when they collectively shivered from the claws of the coldest of waters.

It took a few moments for the water to dissipate, women to collect themselves and lastly, for everyone to gain a sense of mind to search around themselves. Above them all, towering in the height of five hundred feet (152.4 m), likely weighing nearly one hundred thousand tons (90,718 mt) - three hundred tons (272 mt) in her breasts alone, each the size of a quaint cottage - more massive than any single building or structure Honoka ever witnessed, was a young woman with the upper body of a maiden and the lower body of a cheetah. She wore regal velvets and lace, wearing a large crown on her head and glared down on everyone with rage and disdain. In her hands was an enormous bucket and a scepter, her tail swishing back and forth like an irritated cat.

Bending down, the giantess Queen studied all the gathered women, sniffed with the power of a gale, and announced with regal authority:

"OFF WITH HER HEAD!!"