Thea wakes up to find the Arrow cave destroyed... Again.

Thea let out a small yawn as she slowly pulled herself from the land of slumber into the waking world. It was hard though, no because she was tired but because she just felt so yummy at the moment. She was curled around a nice hard body that kept her deliciously warm, her fingers idly running along his chest. Her muscles ached a touch but it was a good ache, the one that came from a night of doing something fun. Judging by how her pussy was throbbing she could guess just what had happened. Thea smiled to herself, nuzzling the warm body she was lying on, her massive breasts pressed against his side…

She paused, face crinkling as she processed that. ‘Massive breasts? Since when do I… oh… OH…’

“Oh shit!” she shouted, sitting up and looking down at herself and confirming that it wasn’t a dream and she had grown. Worse, she was even bigger and more radically altered. Her breasts looked to be a pair of massive FFs that broke the laws of physics by remaining completely firm and perky. They were capped by thick pink nipples the size of silver dollars and stuck out like little thumbs. Her arms and legs were packed with hard muscle that would make pro wrestlers hang their heads in envy and a fine layer of brown hair covered her limbs. The same hair practically hide her pussy; it looked like she hadn’t shaved a day in her life. Running her fingers through the hair on her head she found it a tangled mess and her once short pixie cut now a long mane that hung well past her shoulder blades… or it would have if not a rat’s nest. A quick look at the rest of the cave, which had been further destroyed to the point that they’d never be able to salvage anything, had her guessing she was now roughly 9 feet tall.

She looked down and took in just who she was lying on. “Oh come on!” she complained as she saw that, yet again, she and Oliver had been cuddling after some intense incestual fucking. Of course, she was assuming it was Oliver, as he’d so radically changed it was hard to recognize him. He was just as tall as she was but had also grown even broader to the point he was beginning to look to be as wide as he was tall. His arms were massive with muscles as big as her breasts and massive hands and feet that could crush anything that got to close. His body was even hairier than hers, with a thick pelt of chest hair hiding most of his scars and his own long tangled locks looking like a lion’s mane.

‘He really does look completely different,’ Thea thought idly before looking at her own huge hands. ‘Of course, so do I. We don’t look like ourselves at all… we could be two totally different people… not brother and sister but a really big, muscular couple-Okay, no, stop thinking that…’

Thea shook her head and focused on the other two females that were cuddling with her and Oliver. Laurel and Helena were on either side of them and had radically changed just like Thea. In fact, if she had to be truthful, the three women now looked more like siblings than she and Ollie did.

‘So maybe that means me and Ollie aren’t siblings anymore and it’s okay for me to fuck his long hard fuck-stick and me like fuck stick-no no no no no!’ Thea put a dead stop to those thoughts, remembering that it was that kind of thinking that made her… turn into whatever the hell ‘Big Thea’ was… in the first place. She **** herself to not look at his massive cock, which by now looked more like a third arm than a dick in terms of length and girth, nor think about how wonderful it felt to have it inside her…

“Oh shit,” Thea whispered to herself in horror. “I’m attracted to my own brother.”

As if those were the magic words Oliver began to murmur and awaken, Laurel and Helena joining him.

“Uh… hey,” Thea said awkwardly as the three sat up. “You… yourselves?”