Busty Bug Burlesque

A moment passed, as the escort exhaled another plume of the oddly colored, sweet-smelling smoke, before the stranger spoke again. “May I come in?”

“O-oh! Yes,” Yvette started, realizing she’d nearly been gawking at her guest for the past several seconds. Stepping aside, clearing the doorway, she bade the woman enter. “Please, come in.”

She hadn’t known what to expect, but she certainly hadn’t anticipated the call girl to be as appealing as she was. Even with her body hidden beneath the kimono, the curves of her body were plain to see. Relatively short and massively stacked - even more so than her compressed self - the drone’s figure was provocative to a fault; paired with her soft tone, heavily lidded eyes, and the way she carried herself, she practically exuded sensuality.

Měilì dipped her head and stepped inside, stopping just past the door. “I must admit, it’s rare that I’m called by a fellow changeling - doubly so, considering you’re a woman,” she hummed, turning to face her host.

“W...well,” Yvette stammered, wrenching her eyes away from the woman’s bosom, “I hope that that’s not a problem.”

“Not in the slightest - in fact, that’s one reason I came in such a timely fashion,” Měilì softly snickered, covering her muzzle.

“I appreciate that, Měilì,” Yvette sighed. While was still grappling with the fact that she’d effectively summoned a prostitute, the woman’s relaxed mien helped to put her at ease - that being said, she could help but feel a touch jealous.

Simply put, her guest had a stunning body, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was hidden beneath the conservative garb. Glancing to the sliver of visible cleavage atop the girl’s chest, her pulse quickened. There she was, having spent nearly the entirety of her life not trying to draw attention to herself, yet this woman was brazen enough to not only flaunt her sexuality, but to capitalize on it as well. Shifting in place, anxiously wondering if there was a protocol for such visits, she noticed her guest tug at the fabric over her rack.

“Please, call me Mei,” the escort whispered, her words nearly dripping with carnality, “and by all means, feel free to look as much as you like - after all, you did invite me over.” Moving forward, she pretended to head toward the stairs; her true target was Yvette. With a jostle, she crashed front-on into the unaware changeling, pressing their busts up against one another.

Yvette’s crest shot up, clearly not expecting the near-symmetrical docking that was happening, as she froze in place. Mei looked into her host’s wide eyes, as she steadily smiled. “Sorry about that…” she murmured, feigning her apologetic tone, “But now that you’ve had a taste, you have a desire for more, no?”

“M...Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” Yvette sputtered, as her marehood clenched upon itself.

Turning her head, sniffing the air, Mei glanced sidelong at her host. “Perhaps that’s for the best,” she purred, grinning ever so slightly.

Yvette nodded, briskly trotting to and up the stairs. Not wanting her guest to get the entirely wrong idea, she cleared her throat. “I called because I was hoping you could help me with a little - umm - problem I have.”

“Do tell…” the woman quietly responded.

“This is a little embarrassing, but I’ve always had a problem of - um - being a bit overly enthusiastic with feeding -” Yvette murmured, stepping off the landing and moving into her room, “th-that is to say, I literally cannot control it. It’s not a problem most of the time, but it can put me in some...very tricky situations.”

“And I presume these tricky situations complicate matters while out and about?” Mei countered.

“Y...yeah,” Yvette timidly replied. “Once it starts happening, it’s nearly impossible to stop.”

Walking in behind her, sauntering to the foot of the bed, the drone trailed wisps of smoke in her wake. Seeing her host bat the fumes away, she licked her thumb and readied to snuff her pipe. “My apologies, I should have asked.”

Shaking her head, Yvette attempted to dismiss her visitor’s concern. “It’s alright, but what is that stuff?”

“An herbal blend that works as an aphrodisiac and mild sedative. Care for a try?” Mei inquired, offering the pipe.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” Yvette timidly responded. “A-Anyway, yeah, another part of my issue is that I tend to retain any energy I absorb.”

“Well you are quite the attractive creature, if I do say so myself,” the woman cooed. Stepping forward, she caressed her host’s arm. “Perhaps it would be best if you show me what the issue is.”

Yvette shrank at the call-girl’s compliment, though her dorsal fin betrayed her otherwise meekish act and stood straight up. She swallowed hard; despite having known she’d ultimately have to bare herself, she was the client, and saw no harm in giving a small request to her guest. “I-I… You first…”

Grinning to herself, cracking one violet eye open, Mei reached for the cincture around her waist. “But of course…”

Undoing the knot and letting the strip of cloth fall, she slowly opened the top of her garment. As the fabric over her torso parted, Yvette’s eyes widened in shock. The woman’s breasts practically poured out of the kimono, defying all logic. Her guest’s rack had been impressive before, yet that paled in comparison to the sight she beheld. By the time her bosoms were fully exposed, they’d more than doubled in size, and were easily the size of beach-balls.

Unlike herself, the woman was completely nude beneath her kimono; though it made sense, given her profession, she was still surprised that her guest could nonchalantly go about without undergarments. Mei’s smooth, plump, hairless crotch would doubtlessly have attracted the attention of most, but her chest was utterly captivating; her lilac, pronounced nipples were both inverted, almost appearing like pairs of little lips.

“Ordinarily, seeing that expression on one of my clients is priceless,” Mei softly snickered, hefting one of her host’s massive teats in her hand. “But smelling the lust on you is - Mmmmm -” she continued, shivering slightly, “absolutely wonderful.”

“I…” Yvette trailed off, as a harsh realization struck her; she wasn’t just dealing with a mare, she was dealing with a changeling mare.

While socializing with a pony, she could easily conceal any interest or amorous thoughts that flitted through her head, but that tactic was wholly negated by her company. Being a fellow shapeshifter, the escort could easily sense her amorous interest. Her cheeks started to glow green, while blood rushed to her loins, making her feel even more self-conscious; to make matters worse, with her guest having revealed herself, it was only a matter of time until she was expected to do the same.

“How did you do that?” she asked, listlessly fiddling with the waistband of her robe.

“A minor enchantment for my kimono,” Mei explained, strutting over and setting her pipe on the vanity. “Should you like, I could give you my couture’s number.”

Keeping her eyes on the floor, Yvette nodded and steadily opened her own garment. With nothing beneath her robe, save for the crimson panties about her waist, she uneasily exposed herself. While it was slightly less tense showing her body to a fellow changeling, she couldn’t say she was exactly comfortable - then again, she only had herself to blame. Throwing the rest of her robe open and letting the garment fall to the floor, she felt the warm air against her chest, and ground her thighs together.

“Something feels off,” the woman noted, causing Yvette to lift her gaze.

Much to her chagrin, and without the slightest warning, Mei stepped forward and started to fondle the taller changeling’s smaller chest. For Yvette, touching herself in such a manner would have been stimulating enough, but having someone else brazenly grope her sent her heart fluttering. While she’d foreseen the possibility of some tactile contact, the act of being felt up left her at a loss for words.

“Is that a compression spell?” Mei asked, cupping one of Yvette’s sumptuously swollen teats and tweaking her gigantic green glass-cutter nipple, noting that her host’s breasts were much heavier than what she’d expected given their size.

“Y...yeah,” Yvette falteringly answered, only then meeting her guest’s eyes. “It was the only thing I could think of at the time.”

“Clever,” the drone hummed, giving the pair of bosoms a small squeeze, “but that’s hardly necessary now. If you’d be so kind, I’d like to see the extent of your issue…”

As the escort stepped away, releasing her breasts, Yvette sighed; she saw no need to undo the sorcery upon herself a second time, since casting it had been far more difficult than the previous spell. She wanted to savor the feelings of growth that she had been able to experience with the spell, since it very much reminded her of her time on the beach. Not wanting to trounce her guest this early in the evening, however, she near-reluctantly obliged. She was already naked, or close enough to count, so she saw no point in delaying the inevitable. Closing her eyes, for both concentration and to avoid her guest’s reaction, she steadily undid the enchantment upon herself. Though she couldn’t see it, she felt her proportions shifting.

Virtually every part of her expanded to a degree as she returned to her nigh-corpulent form, although most of it was localized to her thighs, tush, belly, and chest. Her thighs pressed against each other even harder, her rear ballooned out, her gut drooped down and overflowed, and her breasts flopped forward. Barely noticing that the magic had finished, she stood for a second, preparing for whatever Mei would have to say about her full form.

Compared to Mei, she was clearly the curvier of the two; whilst Mei’s swollen teats were easily thrice the size of her torso each, Yvette’s own bosom won her out by at least an extra dozen or two cup-sizes - though at this point, cups were near-meaningless. Mei’s hips were as wide as her bust, yet Yvette’s were wider still, with love handles to spare. Mei had a modestly rotund rear, but her butt all but paled in comparison to the shelf created by Yvette’s absolute globes, and where Mei had a comparatively measly pot belly, Yvette had a positively doughy double belly that reached low enough to hide the front of her panties even when she was standing, with a large navel deep enough to stick her whole hand into.

While the release of the spell was a relief - she was now comfortably back to her full, filled-out form, easing the strain on her figure - she kept her eyes glued shut and her head straight down. Even though her guest was a professional sex worker, likely having seen and done things she couldn’t imagine, she had no way of knowing how the woman would react - which made the hushed giggle she heard all the more jarring.

“Much better,” Mei smugly intoned. Her host’s head snapped up, staring wide eyed at her, but she wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot. Looking up, Yvette opened her eyes, and shot an awkward smile towards the escort. “Really?”

“My my, impressive…” the escort remarked, her eyes savoring the delectable view presented before her. Glancing down at her divine host’s crotch, Mei expected to see the front of Yvette’s deeply-soaked crimson panties, yet they were nowhere to be found; instead, all she saw was the flabby mass of her undoubtedly doughy double belly. Her eyebrows flashed, and her heart fluttered for a second, as she jumped down on one knee to examine Yvette’s belly closer.

As soon as she was eye-level with Yvette’s navel, she started vigorously fondling her tummy; kneading a handful of flesh with one hand, and tracing the edge of her massive innie belly button with a finger on the other. Yvette practically froze in place from the second wave of sudden attention, save for her squeaks and moans as Mei kneaded her extensive gut.
“how did you even manage such a spell?” Mei asked, continuing to manipulate Yvette’s supple stomach. “Those that I know of can’t achieve a ratio as small as yours.”

“O-oh! It’s… it’s something that I-I’ve been working on for a-ah!-a while…” Yvette responded, snapping out of her pleasure-induced stupor, “This isn’t-ah!-isn’t the first time it’s happened, but it’s never-ah-been this bad before…” She squirmed in place, dancing from hoof to hoof; her guest was an expert at making her uncomfortable in all the right ways, and it was making more of her juices run down her legs.

“I see, I see…” Mei idly remarked. She felt it was time to explore the last part of her host’s voluptuous body - her near-impossibly large ass. Grabbing a hold of both Yvette’s thighs, she tried her best to twist her into a new position, causing Yvette to stumble slightly.

“H-hey, what are you-AH!” Yvette exclaimed, her elytra snapping open, as Mei got her to turn around. As soon as she got a full-face view of Yvette’s globe-sized cheeks, she tugged upwards on her far-too-tight panties.

“Taking in your marvellous handiwork, my dear,” the call girl softly replied, engrossed with intimately rubbing her hands over every piece of the supersized, supple bug-booty she could reach, making Yvette squeak, moan, and occasionally even chirp at the sensations.
As she danced her fingers over where the panties dug in - their paltry attempt at covering a booty they were never designed for - Mei continued. “These panties are much too small. Why wear them?”

“I… I don’t know. I guess some part of me really likes the way they feel when they dig in.” Yvette explained, trying to cover up the fact that what Mei was doing was clearly helping her get off.
“There’s just…there’s something about the feeling of my growing body pressing against something that will ultimately fail to contain me.”

“Mhmm.” Mei almost grunted, practically hugging Yvette’s remarkably wide hips, pressing her cheek up against one of Yvette’s.

“It’s a degenerate thing to be into, I know, but I can’t help it!” Yvette practically wailed, nervous as to how her invited escort would respond.

“Yvette, I must say, I have heard of, and am myself into, far weirder things than destruction of clothing through expansion…” the shorter changeling explained, attempting to be more open with her clearly-nervous host.

Finishing her booty call, Mei spun her client around to face her again, proceeded to get down lower, and bury her face underneath the taller changeling’s belly. With her muzzle buried deep within the confines of Yvette’s panty-covered crotch, she deeply inhaled - the powerful pink-lime-scented musk emanating from Yvette’s buried red treasure was heaven for her senses; the hours spent absolutely marinating in her juices was one thing, but the combination of that and the buildup of sweat from Yvette’s earlier workout, combined with the slightly warmer weather, made for an absolutely divine scent that she wanted to savor for as long as she could.

Yvette was stunned at the sudden move, and moaned in pleasure at the sensation of Mei’s muzzle rubbing up against her crotch through her panties, causing her insides to throb, and another tiny gush of fluid to emerge. Alas, as much as Mei was enjoying herself, she couldn’t just spend all her time burying her face in her host’s crotch whilst she just stood there in shock; wistfully pulling away, she sighed, and stood up. As she did so, she concocted a delightfully devilish plan to properly arouse the rather surprised changeling standing before her; a changeling who was only now starting to properly process what Mei had just done.

Looking down just in time to see Mei moving closer with a deceitful grin on her face, Yvette gnawed her lower lip, as the stout changeling docked with her, pressing their impressive racks together. Simply seeing two massive sets of bosoms squished against one another - at least, as squished together as they could be, given the height difference - would have been hotter than all of Tartarus, but actively taking part in such a salacious activity was titillating to a fault, and and this act alone was almost enough to send her over the edge. Though her bust was still markedly larger than her guest’s, the sheer confidence the escort gave off more than made up for the difference.

“As for your problem, I presume you were hoping to lighten your proverbial load?” Mei inquired, keeping their tits sandwiched together.

“Uh -” Yvette began, struggling to find her voice, feeling a flood of juices forcing its way from between her thighs. “Yeah...Yeah, that was kind of what I was hoping for.”

Wryly grinning, peeking up at the flustered bug, Mei pressed the assault. “Doesn’t this feel amazing?” she asked, reaching out as far as she could, and just barely grabbing her host’s hips. “Such a soft and voluptuous figure you have. I’m honored that you would allow me to view, let alone touch you.”

Yvette’s jaw flapped uselessly; her dorsal fin peaked, her knees buckled, and her breath hitched in her throat, as she was sensually accosted by her guest. It wasn’t that she minded the impromptu attention - far from it, in fact - but she was completely and utterly unprepared for the additional contact and sultry talk. Caught in the drone’s grasp, her panties quickly grew even more moist.

There was no possible way that Mei could have known her preferences for women, tastes in body types, or of her secret desires, so the nearly custom tailored affection managed to hit several of her buttons simultaneously. Shivering in her guest’s grasp, fighting tooth and nail not to reciprocate, she kept her arms to her sides - that was, until her visitor switched tactics. The drone’s hands withdrew from her waist and gingerly seized hold of her wrists.

“Why resist?” Mei breathed, guiding her host’s arms upwards. “I know you’ve been dying to feel them.”

The woman stepped back, separating their chests by a sparse few inches, but it was enough room to enact her scheme. In the blink of an eye, Yvette found her fingers steadily sinking into her guest’s sublimely supple breast meat. Her hands were situated atop the callgirl’s gigantic, vividly colored, plate-sized areola; though her nipples were inverted, nestled away within each succulent and plush bosom, she could barely detect a pronounced bump against her palm. Her mouth watered at the thought of what lurked just beneath her touch, tickling her imagination and enticing her to adjust her grip. Sweet, merciful Chrysalis - she was tempted to find out what those hidden buttons felt like; sadly for her, her visitor was keenly aware of her interest.

“Go ahead,” Mei whispered, releasing her wrists, “help yourself…”

Heeding the siren’s call, Yvette’s willpower crumbled. Her hands drifted downwards, bringing her fingers to the pair of innie teats. Delicately pressing one digit against the opening, hearing the woman throatily groan, she gulped. Seeing and touching the escort was profoundly arousing, but the lustful noise sundered her inhibitions. Shifting her hand, cupping one monumental breast, she leaned in and pressed her lips to the sensitive flesh.

“And such a gracious host,” Mei quietly gasped, slipping a hand to the back of her companion’s head.

Yvette’s eyes drifted closed, as her serpent-like tongue teased the woman’s tit. Hefting one bosom in her palm, leaving the other abandoned, she subconsciously reached for her groin. While she was vaguely aware of what she was doing, growing ever nearer to touching her engorged and doubtlessly sopping wet loins, she couldn’t control herself. Practically latched to the call girl’s boob, she tenderly nursed and went to rub her aching loins - that was, until something caught her wrist.

“Ah ah ah -” her guest softly tutted, bringing her hand back to the unattended tit, “play with this instead.”

Yvette groaned, begrudgingly following the escort’s polite order. Though she’d had every intention of kneading her sensitive nethers, she wasn’t about to disobey her guest; for starters, it would be immeasurably rude - secondly, and more prudently, she certainly didn’t mind touching such a beautiful mare’s chest.

“Good girl,” Mei purred, pulling her host deeper, “just like that…”

Growing increasingly heated, Yvette scarcely noticed the passionate moment’s effects on herself - that being said, the bosom in her hand did seem to get a bit more weighty. Her muzzle sank into the breast, almost as though it was steadily increasing in size. It was an odd sensation, one she attributed to the woman’s grasp on her head, but she quickly stood corrected. The escort shuffled back, popping the breast from her lips, and chuckled.

“Isn’t that much better?” Mei purred.

Straightening up and opening her eyes, somewhat heartbroken by the sudden departure, Yvette nearly gasped. Her guest’s chest had nearly doubled again in size, increasing the woman’s already impressive bosom from large beach-balls to utterly titanic bean-bags. Contrasted against her relatively short stature, her rack was almost beyond comically large - still, that hardly stopped Mei from sensually fondling herself while writhing in place.

“So generous,” the woman groaned, unabashedly teasing her fist-sized nipples. “While it’s extraordinarily rare to get a client who wants me to feed from them, I’m afraid I’m not quite done with you yet - after all, as I’m sure you’re aware, supping from the wellspring of your energy isn’t the same as feasting from the love of another.”

Nonplussed, Yvette shook her head to clear her thoughts. She definitely felt lighter than she had, and her breasts appeared to be a bit smaller, yet she couldn’t tell for certain. Looking to the side, appraising herself in the mirror, she pursed her lips. While it was clear that she’d lost some of the additional heft she’d gained, she still wasn’t back to normal - sure, it was closer than she had been, but she retained more than her fair share of weight.

Appraising herself, unwittingly appreciating her figure, her distraction proved to be a fatal one. Creeping up to her, without making the slightest bit of sound, her guest trotted behind her, extended an arm, and drew a finger up her inner thigh. Though the overly-busty woman stopped just short of touching her marehood, the unexpected sensation caused her to yelp in surprise.

“W...w...what was that for?” she coughed, wheeling around to face her visitor.

“Just admiring your other problem,” Mei casually stated. Lifting her hand, displaying one very slick digit, she brought her glistening index finger to her mouth. “You seem to have sprung a leak…”

Yvette lifted her finger to say something - anything, but she fell short. One of her quirks, aside from her inability to control herself from ravenously absorbing affection from others, was that she tended to get extra juicy when aroused; it wasn’t that much of an issue, given her modest wardrobe and intentional avoidance of scandalous situations, but it was impossible to conceal while wearing only a pair of panties. In lieu of saying anything, yet reluctantly willing to acknowledge the fact, she bashfully nodded.

Without even thinking, her hands drifted to her guest’s midsection. While Mei’s chest was an alluring target, that was just one of the woman’s many seductive features. Her fingers pressed into the doughy flesh of the call girl’s belly, tenderly kneading the supple hide. She didn’t just have a weakness for breasts or luscious asses - no, she loved plumpness in all its splendor. Only vaguely aware of what she was doing, she forced her arms back to her sides.

“If you make yourself comfortable, preferably on the bed, I may be able to assist with that,” Mei coolly remarked, licking the wetness from her finger.

“R-Really?” Yvette squeaked, stunned by the implications of the nonchalant request.

She’s silently hoped things may take a bawdy turn, but she hadn’t fathomed it would be that simple. Her various other sexual exploits - the few she’d had, at least - had all followed a gradual escalation. Lilting words led to touching and kissing, before she and a partner had committed themselves to a truly sensual act - as such, the offer hit her out of the blue.

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t serious,” the woman hummed, walking to and patting the end of the mattress, “but I’d understand if you wished for our time to end here.”

Only barely catching herself from blurting a harsh no, Yvette speedily turned and scampered to the bed, as fast as her additional body weight would allow. It wasn’t like she’d intended to act so enthusiastic, but she’d reached a breaking point. Call girl or not, she wasn’t about to turn down the chance to draw out her time with the alluring, soft-spoken, and deliciously stacked drone. Practically casting herself onto the mattress, with a soft pomf, she anxiously peered down at her guest.

Quietly crawling onto the bed, moving to her host’s outstretched hooves, Mei tittered to herself. “So eager, I fear you may enjoy this more than I will.”

“M...maybe,” Yvette fitfully replied, instinctively splaying her legs to give the woman access.

Patting her host’s thigh, the escort smiled. “Lift these, please. I can’t properly tend to you with your panties in the way, can I?”

Without hesitation, Yvette did as she was asked. As she reached over her own insane bust, for her waist, fully intent on removing the lone item of clothing she bore, her guest struck. The woman’s fingers walked up her legs, hooking around the utterly drenched undergarment, before drawing them upwards. The sensation of the air against her uncovered loins caused her to shudder, but that was only a prelude for what was to come.

“Hold your knees, Dear - there, just like that,” Mei sighed, as the once-lithe changeling extended her arms and grabbed her legs.

Dutifully holding her knees, drawing them towards her obscenely enlarged chest, Yvette was unable to tell what her guest was up to, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The warmth of hot breath upon her marehood was immediately preceded by what could only be a tongue, leaving her speechless. Gliding up her sex, honing in on her clit, the long, muscular organ went straight for her weak point.

Her colossal breasts flopped to either side of her chest, as she stifled a moan. Being indulged by anyone was a rare treat, but she’d never fooled around with another changeling before. Having a pony lick her marehood was amazing, but it couldn’t hold a candle to what a drone could do; their tongues were far longer and virtually prehensile, making their oral skills essentially unparalleled. Shifting the panties up to her knees, effectively locking her legs together, she freed one hand and pawed at one tit.

With little else to be said, Mei set upon her with gusto. It would have been virtually impossible for her to feed on the act, leaving Yvette to assume the woman was simply enjoying herself - not that she minded. Tugging at one of her erect nipples, delicately teasing the sensitive bud, she softly moaned. Having been interrupted earlier, when she’d been trying to get herself off, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to peak.

She figured her guest would be skilled, but that was an underestimation on her behalf. Somehow, possibly between her doubtlessly copious amounts of practice and her zeal, the woman had elevated oral to an artform. Switching focus between her clit and depths, taunting her canal with her tongue, Mei would push her just to the point of release, before easing back. It was as heavenly as it was torturous, nearly driving her mad - still, as badly as she wanted to cum, there was something that would be much, much more satisfying.

“Mei...” she breathed, bringing her guest’s motions to a halt.

Pushing herself up, bringing her slickened muzzle to the side of her host’s thigh, Mei grinned. “Yes?”

“You mind if we - um - I mean, you wouldn’t…” Yvette floundered, struggling to give voice to her desires.

“Go on,” the woman gently urged, reaching down and slipping two fingers into the slavering marehood she’d just been feasting upon, “speak your mind - I assure you, if you say something I haven’t heard before, I’ll be shocked.”

“W...well,” Yvette began, steeling her resolve, “maybe we could - uh - both enjoy ourselves?”

“I see,” Mei cooed. Abandoning her efforts, she leisurely heaved herself up the mattress, turned around, and eased down beside her host. “So perhaps something involving…” she let the statement hang, rolling to her side and cocking her head.

Faced with a very succulent marehood, Yvette’s mouth began to water. As badly as she wanted to restrain herself, she’d reached a breaking point. Shifting to the side, wrapping one arm around her visitor’s thigh, she leaned in and pressed her snout to the drone’s groin. Mei was quick to reciprocate, gently parting her thighs and picking up where she left off.

With both changelings laying on their sides, facing one another, each just barely able to service the other due to the near-ton of tit-flesh between them, they took to the impromptu sixty-nine like fish to water - sure, one may have had more experience than the other, but that factor hardly mattered. Though their technique, or lack thereof, varied, they enthusiastically lapped and suckled at each other’s drooling marehoods.

Yvette was so engrossed with the activity, lost to the tandem cunnilingus, that she failed to realize there was more she could do - that was, until something grazed her breast. Momentarily pausing, she withdrew and peered down her frame. To her pleasant surprise, the escort had extended an arm to play with her boob.

Considering they were both exceptionally stacked, with their chests augmented by the shared influx of love, the act was almost laughably easy. Quick to return the favor, Yvette reached out and sank her fingers into one massive mammary. How she hadn’t thought to toy with the woman’s tits was beyond her - nevertheless, she was more than happy to get a handful of breast meat. Returning to the task at hand, she slipped her tongue into Mei’s confines.

While Mei wasn’t quite as energetic as Yvette, her ministrations left nothing to be desired. From her skillful tongue and pouting lips to her delicate touch and deft digits, her every move was calculated to a fault. Humming into her host’s groin, while tickling her fellow drone’s g-spot with her tongue, she contentedly put herself to work - all of herself.

Yvette couldn’t have been happier with the way things were going - that was, until she felt her guest shift slightly. The tit she’d been ardently playing with swelled, growing a cup or two larger than it had been before, which meant only one thing. Seeing as how there was no way Mei was feeding off her, since such a thing was impossible for unreformed changelings, the only explanation she could come to was that her guest was willingly forcing her chest to grow.

She was still slightly jealous over how stacked Mei was, even though she hadn’t said anything, but feeling the escort further enhance her already impressive bust simply rubbed her the wrong way. Channeling her power, directing her internal energy reserves to augment her own rack, she forced her chest to grow. By Chrysalis, she wasn’t about to be shown up in her house by a call girl that she had summoned!

And just like that, at the drop of a proverbial hat, a competitive element entered the mix. While neither had planned to one-up the other, each fought to make themselves bigger, softer, and bustier than the other. Their chests swelled to an even more absurd degree, their bellies grew rounder and heavier, their thighs swelled considerably, and the poor bed creaked and groaned, threatening to give way to the pair of perversely plumped-up paramours, while they feverishly pushed each other to climax.

Though Yvette was dimly aware of the slight tremble in her guest’s legs, she had no idea how close the woman actually was - then again, she was teetering on the brink herself. Only barely able to retain her composure, feeling the telltale signs of her impending release, she flew into a frenzy. Forcing her tongue to grow both longer and fatter than it normally was, effectively hoping to cheat her way to victory, she was undone by her own hubris.

Effectively latching to her clit, zealously sucking on the hyper-sensitive nub, Mei’s payback was swift and merciless. While she lightly twisted and pulled at Yvette’s nipple, her tongue exploded in size. Growing to nearly the size of her wrist, the vascular appendage thrashed within her depths. The stimulation was impossible to endure, nearly forcing her to climax on the spot.

Howling into Mei’s cunt, Yvette trembled from head to hoof, as her recent enhancements wore off, and her chest shrank slightly. While her catastrophic orgasm hit her like a sack of bricks, it bore unexpected fruit. Unintentionally hauling on the escort’s bean-bag-sized teat, as the reverberations of her climactic braying hit her guest’s clit, the call girl came moments after she did. Sweet, tart nectar gushed over her face, causing her to sputter and choke, yet that did little to detract from the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment.

Hearing the woman lightly coughing, Yvette was snapped from her reverie. “S...sorry about that,” she quietly apologized, doubtlessly having drenched her guest’s face.

Shakily lifting and waving a hand, Mei dismissed her host’s concern. “It’s - Cough - it’s alright, considering you fared no better than I did.”

Between the breach of professionality and the euphoria of a darn good climax, Yvette giggled. “I…Yeah, I’m gonna need to change the sheets after that.”

“Let’s - Mmmph - not be too hasty” Mei grunted, pushing some of her enlarged torso up. Looking up at her host, glancing at her bloated belly, she smirked. “The afternoon is still early, and I believe you’ve got some weight yet to shed.”

Yvette’s tongue played over her lips, relishing the exotic flavor of her guest, as she slowly nodded. She hadn’t planned on the escort volunteering to stay any longer than she had to, but the news was as pleasant as it was surprising - after all, she was still far larger than usual. Getting an arm beneath herself, hearing the mattress groan, she shoved herself into a seated position.

“Care to join me for a shower?” she asked, offering her newfound friend a hand.

Mei’s grin broadened, as she somewhat unsteadily rose from the bed, dragging her oversized breasts with her. “It would be my pleasure…”