Howdy folks! Today's upload is of the Monster Musume variety again. Turns out it's actually been a good long while since the last time we've visited them! Anyways, let's take a look...

A whole month had passed since Miera, Ceriia, and Rachnerea had swapped heads with each other, much to the chagrin of all three of them. They had gotten used to their new lives after the ensuing madness, with Darling/Milord/Honey (or anyone else for that matter) being none the wiser. However, something occurred that would change the flow of reality once more...

"Hark...dost my Darling enjoy mine bare form still? I feel the appeal of it has worn off on him so..." Ceriia murmured to the mirror of her room. Since the incident transpired, they had relocated themselves to their respective bodies abodes.

"Mayhaps...even though his mouth shant say it aloud, he still lies privy to the mounds of that foul horse and rapscallion spider? They ARE bigger than mine own..." Ceriia sighed. She wore her usual attire of a blue skirt with a belt wrapped around it, and only a loose fitting white t-shirt pulled halfway up her serpentine and slim abs to cover her chest. Her fully golden hair and foal ears shone elegantly in the cool fall breeze, it would soon be time to close the windows as to not let her scales succumb to the seeping woes of the cold.

"IT'S ME, MIERA!" Who else to stomp in but the fat-tittied arachne herself...is what Ceriia thought until she laid eyes upon--

"Yeah, don't ask me how this happened either. It all started when Rachnerea and I were arguing about the best ways to seduce Honey... Miera explained to the mystified scale-wielder.

"It's clear to me that Honey loves how toned my arms are from all the web-slinging I do!" Miera was trying to build up her skills in only the way she could; by gloating about it to Rachnerea.

"That ain't true at all! Your chitinous claws would scrape his face off in an instant! In case you forgot, Milord's a leg man." The six-eyed pony furrowed her plentiful pairs of eyebrows.

"You take that back! Or else I'll use my hooves to rush over to Milord and conjure up a nasty story about you!"

"You can't hide from me, Rachnerea~ My superior spider form would just hang above the ceiling and eavesdrop on any convo you DO have with Honey!" The redhead logically beat the lavender's head in with undeniable facts.

"It doesn't sound like...Papi or Mero's singing either..." Rachnerea took note as well.

"...and that's how I came to look like this. I got Rachnerea's body from the exchange, and she got mine in the process."

"How odd...I didn't think the huge-breasted bimbo could get even bigger." Ceriia snarked.

"Huh? This is a serious problem I'm facing, and all you can focus on is my tits?!? Don't you know how hard it is to walk with only four legs? I don't get how she did it up till now..." Miera lamented.

"I'll never make myself an acquaintance to the concept of feet, so why are YOU the one bequeathing your complaints to me?" The blonde snake bemoaned.

"Yeah...kind of freaky to imagine when she has my body of all things. Mentioned that it was almost like she SHOULD be like that..." Miera shuddered at the thought, and who could blame her? Rachnerea with a spider form WAS off-putting to say the least.

"I'm not sure...although, we COULD try bumping our own bodies together and seeing what happens." Miera pondered.

"Oh yes you do! Rachnerea's the honest type, so for her to say she felt right with my body...it's almost like you and me should switch heads too if that'll make things right!"

The two of them wrestled back and forth for a while...but no dice. Ceriia and Miera still had their own bodies, even after what equated to agonizing flesh-frottage.

"Yes, actually! I'm not too much heavier, but every step is neigh impossible with these heavy things smacking me all the time!" Miera fumed.

"Well, I only have one thing to say to that; it's fitting that someone so vain, so appearance-driven, and so smug would end up with the body of her largest rival in countless ways."

Miera instigated yet another onslaught of titty-docking, half to spite Ceriia, and half to rub her new horsey body in the reptile's face. Would anything ever come of this bout? Probably not. Yet there would always be the vague sensation of something being off, even if no one else was aware of it...

And that's all for now. Halloween's coming up, so maybe I'll see if I can't find a fitting piece to edit for the occasion. Then again, did I do anything for the 4th of July? I don't believe I did...oh well, you know me by now; uploading what I find to be hot enough to swap while also being an implicitly neat tale to tell, or at least that's the way I like to see it. Can't think of too much else to say other than we've made it to 200 watchers! And at a record pace compared to the first 150 at that! I'm frankly pleased with myself, even if I sometimes question how I made it this far in the first place. A lot of Internet strangers sure do like putting their stock in me, so I hope I can continue to be a worthy investment in the future for you! Enough self-wankery, have yourself a good one wherever it is that you're at!