star bug idea

>What would be a normal progression in Star's  natural development (and allow her to change in and out of her Mewberty form) ,ends up getting completely botched when Star comes across a milkshake sitting on the kitchen counter. With no one around, she shrugs to herself with a brisk "Meh" , taking hold of the still-cold container and bringing it to her lips. Despite having been intended for Marco  (as Tom had hoped) , Star ends up haplessly gulping down the tainted treat, licking her lips as she unwittingly downs the lot of it..
>Genes still in a fast flux thanks the plethora of hormones currently flowing through her, it only takes about a few minutes before the unholy ingredients go to work, giving Star a severe cramp as she doubles over right there in the hallway. Struggling to even gain a hint of control over her body, she can only watch in sheer, silent terror as her skin flushes with purple tint. It spreads all over her frame, arms, legs, even enveloping her face as her eyes start to gleam like searchlights. Her heartbeat skyrockets as two firm antennae then protrude outwards above her scalp, looking much larger than they were prior. One by one, her wings unfurl themselves out from behind her, refusing to stop as they simply rip right through her attire as her body becomes forever warped. The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as her trembling frame begins to put on an INTENSE amount of growth, body filling out like never before as Star's pupils contract at sight of her swollen physique.  Noticeable curves now make themselves present as her endowments continue to grow ripe and heft, a shrill gasp sounding out as she watches her hips widen outwards in order to make way for her BULBOUS rear. Star's vision starts to become blurry when new mass starts to build upon her, tongue out and drool cascading down the side of her maw as she lay there on the floor, riding out the extent of her corrupted-metamorphisis.
>It takes her a full hour but, by the end of it, she's still left in a dazed, drooling state, so overcome by the unbearable process that she can't even look at her obscene body. Standing a full 11 feet tall, her exceedingly long antennae twitch all on their own as sweat trickles its way down her exuberant , exotic figure, oozing all down the sides of her *multiple* legs. No longer sporting a mewman/humanoid-like posture , six small, strong insect legs now support her HEAVY expanse of insectoid blubber, giving her an appearance like that of a centaur , albeit much more exotic. Tensing and softly jiggling all on its own, numerous ripples spread across the waterbed-like exterior of Star's buglike body. Both of her wings jut out behind her with a wingspan on par with her mother's , yet even with their impressive size, they could do little to budge her distorted bod's immeasurable weight. Her enlarged, engorged body sustains an insane amount of girth, so much so that the mere feeling of sweat-beads sliding off the sides of her has her nearly seeing stars, all those oily streams pouring off of her generous curves and rolls providing the ultimate form of sensory overload .
>Taking up the most amount of space even possible, Star's posterior (aka thorax) blooms outwards from behind her , appearing wet at all times as her unyielding perspiration continues to trickle downwards.  So glossy it looks almost like its been laminated, her dark-puce nethers wink and twitch with potent need, fully exposed thanks to how her thorax is kept at an always-slightly-upright angle and absolutely dripping in her everflowing juices, refusing to conceal her assets adamantly (even if she had the mental power to do so at the moment).  Once oh so very small and minuscule, her pussy presents itself with two fist-thick cuntlips , each flexing against one another repeatedly while her puffed, puckered asshole does the same, measuring a solid 8 inches in diameter like the worlds largest cockmilking onahole no less. Even
>Body changed into this strange, sensual love-bug like beast, it doesn't take long before her exposed nethers start to release its most powerful agent: her overpowering musk. A slight whimper rises past her lips once she detects this aromatic scent,  coming across as oh so very fragrant to her, and acting like a debilitating hypnotic to anyone else....



>When the queen herself goes to personally enact some discipline into her offspring after catching wind of Star's antics, sufficeth to say, she's in for a mortifying surprise.  Blood instantly chilled as soon as she passes through the portal into the slime-ridden interior of Star's purple hive, making her way through the vile webbing as she begrudgingly steps through the muck, reaching up to her angles as her  fears steadily skyrocket. The harsh, bitter musk filling the air has her both choking on the stench, as well as having to squint her eyes due to the mauve haze of fog that permeates every square foot of their hovel.
>The actual sight of Star though has her nearly stunned, joints locking up and pupils constricting as she watches this massive SLUG of a beast rise to attention. Larger than she could ever have imagined, Star dimly rises to attention, wingspan now at least twice that of Moon's  as she now towers over her own mother. Rivulets of slime and saliva trickle down her exposed breasts, forming a vile river of corn-syrup like substance that now streams down each of her three cleavages. As her eyes gleam through the mist, it allows for a near perfect look at her massive wriggling frame.
>"Oh Star...."  mutters Moon, just barely standing as trembling their eyes travel up the ooze caked rear of her own daughter's enormous termitequeen-looking body. Watching in horror as the rubbery, ribbed sides of that undulating expanse now start to twitch with renewed vigor, her antennae picking up the heat signature of one left untouched by her body. Her mouth twists into the grin at the sight of a new  pawn to service her (and with this one feeling almost...familiar in a way) , as Star then instantly goes on the attack, thrashing about and using every inch of well rounded body to SLAM her bulbous backside forward in the form of the ultimate hipcheck.


>Moon manages to just barely dodge this, darting to the side and going airborne as she dawns her own wings, but what follows is a volley of slime-casting attacks that even has her on her toes. Star gives it her all, aiming both her breasts *and* backside at the fluttering target, her oafish proportions weighing her down and leaving her almost always missing as she hoarsely moans with another upheaval of sticky saliva being chucked at this annoying moth. While still struggling to cope with the fact Star managed to augment herself into this.....*thing*, Moon manages to muster up enough strength to launch a viable counter attack, feeling a twinge of regret as she casts a binding spell upon her distorted child. ...
>Only to gasp and momentarily stop her flight when she sees it effortlessly bounce off of Star's exterior, her gluttonous body so sufficient in magic-infused blubber that it acts like an impenetrable shield, leaving her simply snickering response as she mutters in an innocent tone: "That tickles~"
>This pause in her judgement is something that Star is quick to act upon,  lifting her writhing , soggy posterior up off the ground and taking aim at this annoying butterfly. With a heavy inhale, her asshole suddenly spreads wide....as it then begins to project enough suction to rival that of her Mystic Suck Portal spell. Thanks to the fact she stopped moving, Moon is left ultimately unable to repel the vacuum-like nature of Star's obscenely sized ass. Every spell she knows has no effect on Star, with giggle after giggle spilling from her saliva-soaked lips as Moon unleashes her entire arsenal against them. Seeing that even her most powerful spells are completely negated, she attempts to reason with the fetid bugqueen, gasping aloud , with Moon now begging "W-Wait Star, Star- DON'T, we can talk this ou-"
>She never quite manages to finish her sentence though, with every single facial feature now sufficiently buried beneath their slimy ass.




>Their flailing kicks and fidgets beneath Star's grubby rear has her drooling, openly pinching and twerking her fingertips between her nipples, alternating between her many breasts , not even a hint of shame present upon her ahegao expression as she pants like a bitch in heat, enjoying every second of this free butt-massage. Her output of nectar increases fivefold, those heavy rolls of cushy flab essentially emitting a fountain of slime that cascades down her generous assets. It outlines her in a heavy film , concealing her body like a second skin as she coos in response at the enjoyable feeling of getting slime in all of her many nooks and crannies. As she revels in ecstasy though, Moon weakly tries to put up a fight while with face sandwiched against Star's oozing nethers. Each of those clits grind against her skin as she's left shuddering at dilating ring now pressing against her cheek. Quarts of femcum splop down her exasperated expression, the damp, cramped space beneath that 300 lb abdomen possessing such insane humidity that it has her sweating almost as much as Star. Their buttery soft cuntlips grind fervently against her, offering an airtight-seal as they snug passionately against her captured prey. Desiring the optimum amount of pleasure from this new offering, Star alternates between pushing her pucker and her cunt down upon them, essentially forcing Moon to eat her out from both holes as the slime and sweat builds up into viscous mounds at the side of Star's juicy rolls.
>In the end, Star ends up orgasming at least thirty times in a row , head tilted to the side and tongue hanging outwards as her unconscious mind still reels from pleasure, body riddled with afterglow as she weakly whimpers .As she snoozes though, Moon succumbs to the sludge being pumped past her lips, eyes rolled almost all the way back in her skull as she guzzles down the corrupted mixture that's now being directly funneled into her. .imbuing her with the Star's corruption.