Bowsette Part 6 (Patreon)

By now, her body was becoming a landscape, the remains of castle walls vanishing in striations as deep as canyons, rippling like vast banded oceans.  She needed something bigger. Harder.  She barely felt the effort of reaching the mountain ranges, it was more drifting than walking as her mass began to engulf the icy continental shelf thrust up through eons of geological time. She could feel the chill of the upper atmosphere sending pleasurable goosebumps along her mass engorged flesh. Balmy heat hissed and melted snow between her thighs.  The sheer thought of what she was about to do made lust shudder through every mile of monumental muscle.