"Such a small thing you are but with a male Loxodon sized member. I suppose you will do. Prepare yourself, this will be a mortal experience."
The dogkin made a strangled noise, her eyes bugging out of her head, managing to get out a quietly wheezed, "C-can't breathe- H-Heather-"
Heather ignored this and moved, finding a bench that was lower than the others. She slammed the dogkin down on it, the strapon flopping over her body. Then Heather's free hand moved to her own hips, her shorts, which she grabbed hold of and then promptly ripped apart, tossing the shreds aside. Her pussy was revealed, her muff reddened and puffy, lines of clear fluid spilling down her inner thighs, dozens of long strands of gel like fluid hanging down from her swollen pink labia, some reaching as much as two foot long before they snapped and splattered across the massive rubber horse cock. At the top of her puss a clitoris the size of a human girl's fist stood angry and proud, throbbing in time with her beating heart.
The dogkin stared up at this starved pussy, the result of a Loxodon driven to distraction so far from home.
Heather's free hand grabbed hold of the dildo and lifted it, slapping it up against her belly and then bending it so it slipped between her vast trunk like thighs. The broad tip scraped past her folds and in mere moments the entire length was coated with wet, glossy and slick with her juices. The Loxodon lowered herself and a long suffering groan spilled from her mouth, her eyes closing as her pussy was slowly parted by a suitably sized member.
"Godssss I needed this. There has been too many unsatisfied heats in these long years, and those graphic stories people keep handing me have stirred my latest heat into a volcanic storm. Truly I am going to relish this." She opened her eyes and looked down at the dogkin. "Make your peace dogthing for you will die during this mating, your fragile body is not strong enough to withstand my lust."
"Eep?!" squeaked Rebecca, unable to properly speak around the Loxodon's crushing fingers.
"Strange final words, but as you wish."
Without pause she grunted and slammed her hips down, massive muscular thighs tensing as she speared herself on horse dick dildo.
The dogkin made a muffled cry of alarm, her tiny body only able to quiver as a pair of planet sized buttocks meteored unstoppably down to crush her pelvis to dust.
At the last possible moment came a flash of white and a rush of tentacles washed between them. The Loxodon's hips slammed home against a cage of glossy tentacles at the base, her fat clit slapping down hard against the dogkin's naked belly hard enough to leave a bruise and eliciting a yelp.
Heather didn't pause and hauled herself up, a full three and a half feet of dick being pulled from her clinging puss, a froth of juices appearing around where her folds fitted suction-seal tight, so tight in fact that her inner folds were being pulled free from her muff as the length was forcibly dragged out and with it a waterfall of her lubricant.
She reached the tip and with a grunt slammed back down in one go, this time even harder, several more tentacles having to join the cage and reinforce it against the crushing force.
The workbench she straddled began to break apart, long cracks appearing, more as Heather slammed down again and again, each time harder and harder, more tentacles required each time to protect the dogkin from being flattened, her bones from being broken. It took less than a dozen crashing thrusts before the workbench abruptly gave up the ghost and collapsed in a pile of splinters.
Heather snarled in frustration and released her hold on the dogkin's neck, instead taking hold of her wrists in one hand and her ankles in the other. She bent down, dragging the strapon down from her puss, then yanked it up, slamming it up into herself by way of the dogkin, her belly visibly bulging out, a tube of distended flesh rising from her mons up her her belly, pushing out her belly button and then disappearing out of view beneath her breasts, then as she hauled the dogkin down the tube of distention could be seen descending, the shape of the dildo pulling free clearly visible.
"My arms!" Shrieked Rebecca in clear pain, "S-stop! You're going to dislocate my arms!!"
"I Will Never!" Roared Heather, "You are my toy and I shall break you upon my body!"
She bellowed and began to haul up the dogkin, but then a white tentacle appeared in front of her eyes and she paused. The tentacle seemed to give her a long judgemental look... and then it poked her in the eye.
Heather roared in pain and lurched back, dropping Rebecca, as she did so the tentacles took hold of her and ripped her, along with the dildo, free from Heather's enormous pussy, pulling the dogkin into the air, where more tentacles joined her, many many more tentacles.
Heather was turned away and carefully touching at her eye, blinking away the pain.
When she at last recovered she turned around to find that Rebecca had disappeared. In her place stood a writhing thing, a mass of layered tentacles that vaguely resembled the shape of the dogkin but much much larger.
After a moment of roiling the tentacles parted near the top and Rebecca's surprised looking face appeared.
"What are you d-doing you crazy slime monster!?" she keened trying to look down at her tentacle wrapped body.
The tentacles responded to her voice and with an audible 'gloop' they abruptly glooped together, tentacles forming into one mass, a blobby soft shaped super sized version of the dogkin beneath, just her head poking free at the top of the large white slime bodysuit. The suit was so large that her head was now of a height with Heather's, their eyes level. Like the dogkin the body suit had a tail, but the bodysuits tail instead split into dozens of tentacles which ran back to an alarmed Vivi's pussy. Lastly, between the new slime legs, a monstrous horse dildo hung well past the knees.
Rebecca blinked rapidly as she became a little more accustomed to being enveloped, and then she experimentally moved. A huge white hand blobby moved up in front of her face.
"Ooh! This is so weird!"
A faint Squee! Came from the bodysuit in reply.
"I can feel you all over my skin, even in my belly button and uh... erm, did you h-have to put tentacles inside of my uhm, lower holes too?
A louder more insistent SQUEE! Came from within the suit.
"Okay okay!"
"What is this nonsense," gravelled Heather. "You mock me with a weak and pathetic slime monster?"
She strode forward and one meaty fist lunged for Rebecca's throat, about to close tight, crushing her windpipe.
A glossy white blob hand intercepted it, catching the huge grey hand and stopping it dead in its tracks.
The Loxodon blinked in surprise, then a flash of anger crossed her expression.
"You dare try to resist me?!" she curled her fingers to crush the hand to paste.
The slime squeezed inward a little bit, but then stopped, the Loxodon finding she was simply unable to crush it further.
A dangerously threatening and slower 'Squeeee.' sound came from within the suit.
Heather surprised at the resistance bulled on and rocked her weight forward, trying to drive Wummy and Rebecca down to the ground through force, pushing her down with sheer mass and strength.
Instead the bodysuit remained unmoving, unaffected, and then it began to push back. The Loxodon looked on in horror as the hand of the suit squeezed against her own with an unimaginable force, the sound of her finger bones popping sounding loudly throughout the room. Then Rebecca flung her arm to the side.
The astonished Loxodon was ripped off her feet and smashed through the nearest workbench.
Rebecca gasped in delight and Wummy Squee'd! Encouragingly.
"You- you can't do this! This isn't possible! I am the strongest thing I have known outside the jungles, a mere slime-
"A mere slime and me are about to teach you a lesson!"
She dragged the Loxodon through the room, smashing her against bench after bench, table after table like a ragdoll, sending girls still being ravaged by tentacles squawking as they were dragged out of the way by Wummy's non-suit tentacles.
A huge stone furnace lay at one end of the room and with casual ease the Loxodon was picked up and slammed against the solid piece of granite, dust falling from the ceiling with the devastating impact.
Rebecca gazed down at Heather, an almost manic light in her eyes.
"Not getting fucked by Fey kinda sucks, but maybe giving you the hardest fucking of your life with her dick wouldn't be so bad, you big bully! You've never been nice in our club, you're always being a massive asshole to everyone!"
The Loxodon stared up at her bug eyed then glanced down in horror as huge fat tentacles emerged from the white suit's mass and took hold of the horse dildo dangling between the suit's legs, neatly spiralling down its length all the way to the tip and making it significantly thicker. Then, tentacles flexing hard, it lifted, the three and half foot length rising up into the air, a massive stiff thing that slapped down heavily against Heather's belly.
"W-wait h-hold on a second now! That's thicker than a male Loxodon's m-m-much th-th-thicker!"