Just Desserts

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Where is she? Magdalene waited for her sister to awake, as she delved into a book about a new alteration spell. The grand door creaked open to reveal her daughters standing proudly naked. “Can’t you girls at least act civilized for one day? Get dressed before the council members arrive.” She sneered before returning to her reading.

“Aunt Mabel told us some of your stories. How you two were worse than us when you were our age.” Chantal traced a symbol in the air as she said a phrase. Magdalene’s mouth tightened, and she started drooling uncontrollably. She could feel her lips stretching vertically. She tried to yell, but made only a demeaning, wet sound. Putting her hand upon her altered mouth, she found it had changed into a very damp vagina.

“You look nice, pussy face!” Gabriella grinned.
Gabriella also cast a spell, causing a conjured binding to materialize upon Magdalene’s hands, bringing them together as in prayer. Magdalene tried to speak again, making only slurping sounds as drool ran down her chin. I should have countered sooner! Damn you, Mabel – you can’t involve my kids in your sick games! 

“Aunt Mabel had a lot to say about you. She said that you two used to fornicate every night in the most creative ways possible.” Gabriella rubbed a hand upon her thigh before she jerked away. Both girl’s cocks stood at attention. “She said you summoned a cyclops for your own use one night. I bet that thing had a huuuuge cock.”
“I’m surprised you could handle that monster, Mom.” Chantal stood with her arms crossed, causing her generous breasts to spill over the top. “We know you are older, though, so we won’t be that brutal. We are just looking to have some fun at your expense.” She unlaced her mother’s bodice and slipped her dress to the floorboards.

Gabriella pulled her forward, spilling the bound woman onto the floor before hoisting her onto her knees. She held Magdalene’s head as Chantal stepped forward leisurely, her hard cock hanging at an angle due to its heft. Chantal held the cock, pressing the tip against her vertical lips, entering easily. Magdalene pulled back, coughing and making lewd sounds as she fought to pull away. Gabriella held her in place, forcing her to breathe through her nose. She’s all the way in my throat and I can’t stop her. When I gag it only squeezes my lips upon her!

“Mabel had a good point. No matter what we do you won’t be able to punish us until after the council leaves.” She fucked her mother’s altered face as she spoke. “We know you won’t forget, but who knows, one of us might be going to join them for training. This will be more incentive for one of us to succeed!”
Magdalene’s eyes narrowed and her new mouth made unbecoming sounds as she tried to open wider to avoid pleasuring the shaft. This plan backfired, as it allowed her daughter’s cock to go just a little deeper, making her gag and clench once again.

Gabriella giggled. “Mabel shared their plans with us. They’re looking for a new protégé to replace one of the members.” Gabriella moved her erect shaft onto Magdalene’s shoulder, pressing forward with her hips.

Their mother bucked wildly as the girls sandwiched her, forcing Chantal’s meaty rod into her esophagus. Tears rolled down Magdalene’s cheeks as she tried to relax, unable to find relief from the object forced down her throat. Finally, Chantal withdrew, leaving a long line of spit trailing to her mother’s upper pussy. She dropped onto her bound hands, sputtered and gasping through her moist lips.

They pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto a nearby desk. Magdalene growled as Chantal poked between her legs. She resisted, but being bound and silenced against two was a hopeless fight. Gabriella pulled her shoulders, laying her back upon the table. Placing her head upside down over the edge of the wooden desk, Gabriella put her cock into her mother’s manipulated mouth. Magdalene watched her daughter’s magically created balls as they slapped her forehead. She swallowed the shaft as another pumped her lower lips. The girls matched each other’s motion, fucking her at a modest pace. They normally hate each other. I guess I should be pleased they are finally working together on something. Magdalene thought sarcastically. I will have to devise something harsh for the child that doesn’t go with the council.

“Want it in your mouth, Mom?” Gabriella questioned. Magdalene choked and tightened, trying to protest. This caused her daughter to reach climax instantly, launching warm goo directly into her throat. She watched the balls tense, closing her eyes as she swallowed her daughter’s fluid. “Too late.” Gabriella held in place as she pulsed inside the warm, wet opening. She slid out as Chantal continued, her large breasts bouncing delightfully.

With her hands still bound upon her chest and her legs hoisted high, Magdalene angrily accepted her daughter’s seed in her lower opening. Done so quickly? I hope it was worth it, because I’m going to make you both suffer! Chantal grinned at her mother’s quiet defiance, removing the magical bindings from her wrists and removing her unfastened bodice. She stepped back and collected a tome from a nearby bookshelf, holding it high. “Do you recall what this book does?”

‘Harnessing Creatures of a Time Before’ – it is a book about summoning, Magdalene thought, you are playing with fire, sweet daughter. “I am sure you do, but guess what I’m going to summon for you.” Chantal flipped it open and found a page near the middle. She found a passage and began reciting the spell. Magdalene put out a hand to halt the incantation, but it was too late. A chill filled the room as a bright green portal formed upon the wooden floor. Spreading as something appeared in the center. Magdalene watched as an enormous tentacle snaked its way into the room, holding itself in the air. More followed, all bluish purple, slimy, and smooth, writhing as they assessed the room. She forgot the name, but she knew this creature would dwell in caves, waiting to plant its seed in unsuspecting explorers. She knew most of the creatures in the book would not kill outright, but they all could be dangerous.

Another, larger tentacle appear from the portal, weaving carefully through the air as it rose. The end opened to reveal a large eye, examining the room as the three women watched. The other tendrils moved downward in a fluid motion. Three of the slimy feelers moved around Magdalene as others approached the sisters.

Magdalene’s head snapped back as one forced itself into the glistening opening upon her face. The other two found her lower holes, sliding in with astounding ease. There was shocking pain as the thick limb forced her ass open without any preparation. She tried to scream, but the tentacle in her throat was already moving into her stomach. The limb in her ass found its way through her intestines and reached her belly shortly after. Once those were in place the last one in her pussy pushed deeper. She could feel astounding pressure inside her reproductive system before a sharp pain came. The thick feeler moved farther, sliding around inside her womb. She was violated entirely in a matter of moments.

Meanwhile, the sisters tried to evade the weaving appendages, but they easily found their paths into their rumps, forcing their way through their bowels. Both girls shrieked in pain as they stumbled forward. Chantal’s massive tits bounced as she tried to awkwardly run, but the tentacle grew longer following faster than she could evade it. It turned inside her and pulled her back to the middle of the room. The tentacles forced them to turn at its whim, bending Gabriella forward as the other shifted Chantal to stand behind her. The large, bent tendril pulled out Gabriella’s ass with a pop, leaving her gaping. The feeler in Chantal forced her forward, pushing her toward her sister’s rump. Unable to resist, Chantal guided her cock, forcing it into her sister’s open asshole.

The free tentacle that had primed her ass now moved around and jammed itself into Gabriella’s mouth, forcing her to wretch as it found a pathway into her stomach. She grabbed the slimy appendage, trying to pull it back out; it was too strong and slippery, however, and it slid right through her grasp, continuing through her stomach and going farther. She made a surprised grunt, her eyes tightening as she paused her struggle.

Chantal jerked at the same time, letting out a low moan. “It is… It’s sucking me through you!” She leaned forward as the tentacle worked her cock. She moved her hips subtly as the other tentacle explored her ass.

The eye in the center of the room bobbed and trembled, and Magdalene braced for what was coming. All of the tentacles had bulges moving upward slowly. She reached down, squeezing the one going into her pussy with both hands. The bulge stopped, but the others moved in without pause. She felt one spread her throat wide, delivering the thick goop into her belly, as did the one behind her, opening her posterior painfully wide. She felt it maneuver through her intestines, shrinking only slightly to move through her intricate digestive tract and find its way to her stomach.

Her stomach swelled as another load advanced through the tendrils. Magdalene was still able to hold the growing bulge, but it was troublesome, especially as she felt more forcing its way up her ass and down her open throat. She tried to stop the third wave by squeezing her orifices tightly, but that failed. The thick fluid painfully parted her asshole, which in turn made the pussy on her face wet and unable to resist that incoming deposit. She felt the thick glob roll down her throat, coming to rest in her expansive belly.

Her grip faltered on the fourth load, and she felt some go past her palm. She moved her hand higher, desperately trying to keep the monster’s fluids at bay, but it was too late. The massive bulge forced through her grasp, caused her to grumble audibly as it opened her pussy wide, making its way up and into her vagina. It was bearable until she felt it parting her cervix. The massive pressure built until it forced its way through, causing a stabbing pain and lingering discomfort. She dug her nails into her thighs as she tried to endure the agony.

Chantal was pumping her sister carefully, but her expression showed she was hurting. The bulges slipped into her ass one by one, puffing her belly outward. Her heavy tits soon rested upon her distended stomach as she tried to find completion amidst the pain. She held her sister’s shoulder, pushing in with all the force she could. Her large, inflated belly wobbling as it rested upon Gabriella’s back. It was clear that she was desperately trying to cum, but she was unable to push past the torment as the monster pumped her full. “It’s squeezing me in there! It’s too tight – it won’t let me cum!” She spoke with frustration, meeting her mother’s gaze.

Gabriella held a bulge at bay as it tried to move into her throat. It had built up as well, nearly hiding her hands beneath the expansive growth of seed. She moaned, unable to cry out with the blockage in her mouth. She staggered forward as her sister rammed her with long, forceful strokes, still attempting to finish. Gabriella stumbled, and it was obvious her strength was failing. Unable to last, her cock bounced and erupted, shooting streams of cum onto the floorboards. She whimpered as her grip weakened exponentially, and soon the massive lump forced her jaw wide. The visible bulge snaked a path down her throat and stopped in her belly, causing it to hang low enough to touch her still erect cock. She jerked at the sensation, causing Chantal to stop, fighting back tears. The tentacle inside her slipped higher, finally releasing its hold on her sister’s cock.

Another bulge moved into Chantal’s ass, forcing her forward. With her cock no longer restrained, Chantal erupted, gasping loudly as she filled her sister’s rump. Her expression was a cross between euphoria and agony as she rammed inside, causing her belly to shake heavily as it rested upon Gabriella’s back. Chantal burst into tears as the flow increased, pumping far more inside of her than the other two girls. Her arms and legs thickened, making her frame widen with added girth. Her ass became broader as did her already hefty tits. They puffed out, retaining their round, upturned form as they hung lower. She pleaded for it to stop as the time passed, but she was too weak to move away, feeling the thick lumps of warm goo slipping into her ass, puffing her stomach over her sister’s back.

Gabriella bent down as her sister’s expanding belly grew atop her. With the tentacle still down her throat, Gabriella smiled and grinded upon the cock still buried in her ass. Chantal sighed pitifully as she held her sister’s hips, shooting another load in her ass. She twitched with overwhelming sensations, sobbing as more moved into her ass. Suddenly she felt another sensation as the tentacle inside Gabriella latched onto her cock once more. She felt fluid moving through the opening and into her balls. It came slowly at first, giving a surprisingly enjoyable feeling as it flowed up her urethra. Soon, however, it came in larger doses, opening her cock as it forced thick pulses into her sagging nuts. She could feel their weight against her inner thighs.

Gabriella grumbled and struggled, overcome by the sudden movement inside. She rocked side-to-side, unable to move as she supported herself with her hands. Her stomach swayed, grazing her cock, causing her to cum a second time. She blasted seed onto her hanging belly, whimpering as the beast continued pushing its collected fluid through her guts.

The tentacle inside pushed outward, causing her filled cock to slip free before it curled closed, blocking entrance to her ass. Chantal wanted release, but the thick cream stayed in place in her inflated testicles. The feeler skewering Gabriella slowly moved her away and Magdalene was pushed into her place. It walked her closer before slipping the tentacle in her pussy out. It edged them together and Chantal could see its intent – it wanted her to fuck her mother. She hoped an orgasm would dislodge the blockage, so she grabbed Magdalene’s pliable ass and drove in. They stood, pressing their full bellies together as the tentacles in their asses continued filling. The tendril in her mother’s deformed mouth slipped out with a loud wet noise. It moved behind and pressed Chantal’s face into the damp warmth. She pulled back, but it was far stronger, and soon she gave in and gently licked inside her mother’s upper pussy lips.

Magdalene loved the sensation; her body quaked as she let out a loud moan. She gripped her daughter’s supple backside, pulling her closer. The tentacle in Gabriella’s mouth slipped out and moved behind their mother, as the other free appendage moved behind Chantal. At the same time, both pushed in beside the others, forcing their asses wider before shooting a more watery fluid inside. The pain was intense as the tendrils moved them against one another, forcing them to fuck. They were both in too much pain to cum as the creature continued inflating them. After some time it finally stopped the flow. Their bellies pressed outward as they embraced, both swollen and sweating as their soft skin pressed together. The creature moved them again, this time at a quick, forceful pace. Chantal’s large cock skewered her mother in spite of the full fleshy mounds between them. Only the tip stayed in as the tentacles drew them back before pushing them closer. The pressure built and It felt amazing once the flood gates opened, her full testicles forcing the monster’s seed into her mother.

The monster’s tendrils slid out, leaving an empty feeling as the mixed substances rolled from their orifices. The fleshy purple appendages snaked back to the portal and soon they were gone completely. The bright glow that bathed the room had vanished as the otherworldly door closed completely. They all emptied without control, their bellies slowly deflating as they grunted and pushed. They are going to scrub this floor by hand! Magdalene vomited up some of the goo, using her dress to wipe her chin and hands. Gabriella laughed as she moved in to strike her sister’s expansive belly.

The door burst open and Mabel stood, smirking at the scene before her. The two siblings and their mother were dripping with white fluid, still allowing some to pour out of their lower openings. Magdalene glared at her sister, making a sloppy noise as she tried to speak. Mabel looked into her eyes and rubbed her cheek. “Just like old times sweet sister!”

She traced the juicy lips upon Magdalene’s face. “We must be careful now. Elouise is here.” Mabel stepped to the window. “She does not approve of mages openly acting in unbecoming ways. She is a complete tight ass that makes your mother look like an absolute slut.” She stepped to Chantal, running her hands along the girl’s inflated body.
“I don’t know how long we’ll be able to play nice.” Gabriella interjected. “Maybe we’re not the right fit for this.”
Mabel appeared wholly disinterested in her comment. “You think all of us just stop having sex around her? I didn’t say you couldn’t, I just said you have to be careful. She knows it goes on, but she is a woman of respect. With all of our powers it would be foolish not to use them creatively; she just wants to keep it private.” Their aunt smirked as she turned her gaze back to Magdalene. “I suppose you want your mouth changed back?” Another wet sound came and Mabel chuckled. Saying a phrase, she watched her sister’s long face change, her thin lips reforming horizontally.

“You salacious whore!”
“You’re one to talk.” Mabel ran her finger along her sister’s inner thigh, collecting some of the fluid. She brought it up and touched it to her tongue with a grin. “Who do you think is the lucky girl?” She glanced to the younger girls.

“What are you talking about?”
“This isn’t the monster’s seed. It put an egg in one of you.”
“What the hell is this, then?” Chantal held up her sticky hands.
“This is nourishment – milk, basically. When the creature is born it feeds on this.” She grabbed a handful from the floor and licked it. “This will make a great custard for this evening’s meal.” She made her way to the door. “I shall welcome Elouise; I suggest you three tidy up.”

“I will not forget this.” Magdalene stormed to the door. “You will assist the servants in cleaning this and you will behave properly or I will show you things you’ve never heard of.” There was a fire in her eye as she turned, marching naked and dripping into the hallway.

“Completely worth it!” Gabriella laughed, watching her inflated sister unable to halt the river of ‘milk’ forming beneath her as her swollen frame slowly returned to normal. Chantal growled and grabbed a handful, launching it into her face. Gabriella gasped as the blob slapped her, dripping onto her chest. Some got into her mouth. “She was right, this is actually pretty good!”

MOBA 5 – Neith

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She watched from a safe distance as Aphrodite launched the minions backward, picking them off as they charged her. The busty blonde goddess turned back and blew her a kiss, making Neith her soulmate before she continued. Feeling butterflies in her stomach, Neith joined her companion to finish the last few soldiers. They pressed on, exchanging coy glances as they pressed closer to the League of Legend’s base.

Neith felt foolish, as the other woman’s beauty made this battle seem insignificant. Being the weaver of fate, she knew how pivotal her time was. For a moment, however, she had forgotten all her cares, lost in the lusty woman’s deep blue eyes. Aphrodite’s warm, creamy skin, her perfectly shaped body, and those amazingly full breasts – it was hard not to stare.

Hearing a noise, the Egyptian goddess snapped back to the battle. She squatted, lowering her slender frame as she waited for the opposing heroes to reveal themselves. She drew back her bow, watching the woods, waiting patiently to strike. Neith recognized her teammate and lowered her weapon. The Chinese guardian of the heavens pushed aside low branches as she floated out of the tree line. Her enormous breasts drooped nearly to her hips and she was obviously distracted by her swaying flesh; she was completely unaware until Neith called out. Nu Wa gasped, the orbs swirling around her sped up, mirroring her surprise.

Together, the three goddesses continued down the lane. Soon they encountered another wave of creeps and Neith called out three opposing heroes that were keeping their distance. They knew Nu Wa was at a disadvantage, so they started toward her first. The provocative pirate with oversized pistols and an oversized chest led the charge with guns blazing. The blasts from her hand cannons barely suppressed her maniacal laughing as she closed the distance.

A pale boyish girl was right behind her, her bright blue ponytails dancing as she trotted gleefully. She readied the mini-gun and started blasting. “I don’t want to hurt you, boob lady.” Jinx giggled. “Oh wait, I guess I do!”

Nu Wa tried to back away, but the combined damage caused her entire body to thicken. Her added weight caused her to sink to the ground and stumble. After a few seconds gravity overtook her and she was unable to stand, dropping to her knees. The woman was quite rotund by this point, her enormous breasts nearly touching the ground as she knelt. Her stomach grew outward, pushing her mountainous tits aside, her shoulders and thighs widening to match her fattening frame.

Neith and Aphrodite decided there was no hope to save her; instead, they chased the nine-tailed fox, Ahri. They followed her into some ruins, avoiding the nearby centaur camp as they hit her with basic attacks. Ahri paused abruptly, launching an energy orb at Aphrodite. The goddess halted as the ball passed through her and boomeranged through a second time, causing her backside to balloon outward after each pass. Ahri started running again at a quickened pace and they gave pursuit. Neith stole a few glances as Aphrodite’s comfy ass swaying and jiggling as she floated over the uneven terrain.

Within range, Neith launched a spirit arrow to ensnare the elusive woman. “I’m so proud of you, you’re doing a great job!” Neith announced with genuine care.

Ahri responded by blowing her a simple kiss. Neith couldn’t control herself, lowering her bow and walking closer to the entrancing young woman with the soft, billowy tails.
”For love!” Aphrodite called out and suddenly Neith regained her senses. Ahri was running again and she came to a stop by one of the secret altars. A flock of doves descended by Aphrodite’s command and stunned the fox once more. The petite girl had grown notably from their uneven attacks, her kimono pulled tight around her midsection.

Neith rained arrows, watching the small woman’s belly push outward. Her clothes tore from the center until they finally burst apart. Her belly bounced free, tastefully covering her nether region. Her breasts had not grown, but they sat unhindered and proud. Ahri took the final few steps, her bulky belly rocking her nearly off balance as she activated the altar. “Playtime is over.”

A gelatinous green blob arose in the center of the stone circle. It took a humanoid shape and crouched low, turning its gaze to Aphrodite. “Things are about to get messy.”
The goddess grinned. “Think you can handle my curves?” She rubbed hands along her chest and down her hips in a taunting manner.

Neith used her abilities, trying to strike the monster as it launched itself into the air. She hit it a few times, causing globs of its body to fall. The beast hit the ground and angled itself to bounce between Aphrodite’s legs. Astoundingly it disappeared within seconds beneath her skirt. “Oh my!” Her eyes grew wide. “He just slipped right in there!” The goddess blushed.

Neith stopped, uncertain of how to help her soulmate. She was appalled as her love began grunting in agony. The monster pushed her stomach out in thrusts, causing her to inflate with each internal strike. The blobs that remained outside started rolling closer. Neith quickly destroyed one, but two others were able to move up Aphrodite’s leg and slip beneath her dress, expanding her further.

Neith suddenly recalled the other opponent. She turned, seeing Ahri’s ripped clothing lying in the grass, but she was nowhere in sight. She knew the fox was cunning, but she turned to the pressing threat. She ran to her teammate, grabbing Aphrodite’s shoulders, eying her with a sullen expression. “Awww, darn, I never even got to see you naked.”

The beautiful blonde goddess wrapped her arms around her large stomach in agony. The creature continued striking her from inside, forcing her skin outward above and below her arms. She was sweating as she reached up and unfastened her top. “Might as well sh-show you before I get too fat.” She gave a pained smile. Her perfect breasts sat proudly exposed, having just enough weight without sagging. She winced with discomfort as she reached down to remove her bottom covering. She bent too low, however and the monster lashed out with enough force to throw her off balance. She wobbled and fell hard on her rump. Neith’s heart fluttered as she caught a glimpse between her legs of her soulmate’s perfect pussy.

Aphrodite groaned as her belly moved violently from side to side. “He’s bouncing in me!” Her intoxicating skin expanded faster, and once his ability finished, her belly was resting between her spread legs. He resumed his attacks as Aphrodite laid back. “Ugh! He’s ruining my body, how humiliating!”
Neith put her hand up with frustration. “There has to be something I can do!”
Aphrodite leaned to the side to give her a tired, seductive smile. “Give me a kiss down there – at least let me have that before I’m out.”

Setting her bow aside, Neith tried to lift the expansive belly, but the slime inside her proved to be too heavy. Aphrodite ran her hands along her breasts. “Just get a finger down there, do something!” Neith struggled, but couldn’t budge it. “Hurry, I-I’m about to…” Aphrodite let out a loud moan as she writhed on the grass. Her face flush with desire as the beast toiled in her stomach. Her belly had expanded far beyond the normal limits and there was no chance she would move again with the added weight and girth.

“Zac has incapacitated Aphrodite! I don’t think she minds, though!” The announcer called, noting how the goddess was enjoying her situation. Neith watched for a moment as another orgasm began building. Her mind cleared and she knew the battle continued elsewhere. She also wondered why she hadn’t heard of Nu Wa’s defeat. Neith readied a world weaver arrow and aimed at the wild girl with a rocket launcher. She let loose, knowing that nothing would stop it. She sent it out of sight and hurried back to find the teammate they had abandoned.

It took some time, but thankfully Nu Wa was still mobile. Jinx and Miss Fortune destroyed the final clay golems as she arrived. “How did you last so long?”
“With no help from you!” Nu Wa leaned on her thighs as she watched the approaching enemies. “Kali passed through and pulled them away for a while. Our minions bought me some time, but now they’re back.”
“This should be fun!” Thus far, Neith had avoided damage, but Miss Fortune and Jinx were both relatively small too. Jinx had expanded, but her breasts were still a modest B and her ass was still laughably small.

The battle started again as Jinx lobbed a trap behind Neith. She couldn’t avoid it, tripping the explosion, causing her tits to grow and slide free from the tight golden wraps. Miss Fortune also directed her fire to the Egyptian as she strutted forward. “Soon you’ll have guns as big as mine!”

Nu Wa used their distraction to create a mist cloud, halting their attack as they tried to find their way out. Neith bounded away, setting some distance as she found a tall hill, watching the mist slowly drift to the south. Nu Wa and Jinx remained stationary, while Miss Fortune had made the mistake of trying to move in the fog bank. Neith smiled as she watched the fog dissipate, leaving the buxom wench in the center of the nearby centaur encampment.

They were very powerful, easily striking the woman’s pistols to the ground. Miss Fortune tried to flee, but the horsemen galloped ahead, encircling her. One lifted her while the other ripped away her tight clothing. Their cocks hanging with excitement and everyone knew what was coming next.

Neith turned back to see Nu Wa lying on her hands and knees, the once slim woman now fat and encumbered. Jinx swapped to her rocket launcher and rammed it between Nu Wa’s open legs. The woman laughed as she pulled the trigger, launching herself backwards with the blast. Nu Wa skidded along the grass, her body growing chunkier as she flailed pitifully.

“Nu Wa got blasted and now she’s done!” The announcer chimed.

Neith’s gaze turned back to the foursome just in time to see Miss Fortune bent over a barrel, her wrists and ankles bound by heavy rope. The first centaur put his front hooves on a nearby crate for balance as he poked her ass with his cock. She turned back, threatening him with narrow eyes as he lined up. He laughed as he pushed in between her malleable ass cheeks. She thrashed wildly as the horse cock disappeared inside her. At the halfway point she lifted her front half, showing a bulge in her stomach where his cock pushed.

The beast drew back and thrust, going slightly farther. The woman’s red hair whipped back and forth as she tried to evade the pain. She cursed as the monster increased his speed. He was definitely in her pussy, as he was having difficulty going in more than three quarters of the way. He pumped her for a while longer, moving to slightly different angles in hopes of advance, but nothing seemed to help. There was a sudden pause before he drew back and rammed in with all of his might. Her scream echoed through the valley as his cock was almost entirely in. His balls shrank as he filled her womb with massive blasts of cum.

Still holding herself upright and trying to pull away from the huge rod, her stomach blew out in three quick waves, appearing heavily pregnant by the finish. She screamed frantically as he unloaded, tortured by his shaking cock. The centaur shifted and that caused the barrel to collapse beneath her full belly. She didn’t fall, however, as she was impaled on his thick cock. He stepped down, avoiding the splintered wood. His cock shrank quickly, slipping out of her tight inner orifice, allowing her to come to rest face down in the dirt.

He stepped back and the second monster approached, going low to slip inside her ruined hole. He slid in easily and started with slow strokes. On her elbows and knees and still bound, Miss Fortune was resting on her inflated belly beneath the horseman. The centaur drew back and accidentally slipped out. He thrust upward, putting his wet cock on her back before sliding it lower and into her warmth once again.

The beast put the tip in and paused. Her wicked laugh could be heard from afar. It took a moment to realize she was in pain and laughter was her only outlet – he was in the wrong hole. The centaur grunted and forced his slimy cock about halfway in her ass, stomping the ground as he came prematurely. His massive cock jerked upward as her belly pressed out beneath them. Her bound arms and legs spread around the massive mound of flesh below as she lifted higher. She balanced on her hands and tiptoes as the beast backed off and the third eager participant stepped in.

The final centaur was bigger in all respects, his cock was only slightly longer, but much thicker, Neith could see, and he looked far more powerful. The beast raised up and brought down his hooves dangerously close to the pirate’s head. Miss Fortune still struggled, albeit in a weaker and far less helpful fashion. His shaft dripped with excitement as he stabbed it against her pliable backside. She hit the monster’s underside with her bound hands, but he continued. After many attempts, he finally found a place to burrow his horse cock, which by her frantic struggling must be her ass. Miss Fortune tried to roll aside, but he was already in halfway, skewering her in place. She kicked her legs out, trying to strike the beast any way possible, but her movement was far too limited. The human portion of the centaur leaned forward to taunt the helpless woman.

She reached up in vain, screaming as he chuckled. Miss Fortune seemed to give up after a time, hanging limp atop her grossly inflated stomach. Her ass gaped whenever the shaft would slip free, but this allowed him quick reentry and he continued for a long while. He bent low grabbing one of her large breasts, squeezing it hard. His movement quickened and he finally drove deep, eliciting a sharp howl from the broken woman. Her stomach puffed outward and lifted them upward, raising the horseman to stand on his hindquarters. Her cheeks puffed out before she vomited a white stream down upon her chest. Her legs were far above the ground now, and she hung limp as the monster withdrew, causing a fountain of their seed to shoot onto the grass.

“Miss Fortune got her booty plundered and she’s out!” The announcer sniggered, pleased by his one-liners.

Neith turned to see Jinx sitting on a large rock a short distance away, turning to her with nonchalance. The small girl showed mocking surprise as she jumped to her feet, her body jiggling with the increased weight. “Come on over and I’ll show you some gun play!” She dropped behind the boulder, obviously baiting the goddess. Neith approached and found the girl standing with her rocket launcher ready. Neith quickly back flipped onto the rock and shot a spirit arrow downward, causing the girl’s exposed midriff to expand.

Jinx was stunned for a moment before training her rocket upward. Neith’s laugh gave her sudden pause. “What’s so funny jiggle tits?”
“You’re standing on a trap.”
“Yeah, but it’s my trap, dummy!”
“Doesn’t matter when I use this.” Neith pulled a potion from her garments and dropped the bottle upon Jinx. The girl looked down as the trap went off – her body puffing out like a balloon from a sudden internal blast. Her arms and legs grew, but her torso got the main effect. She gasped, her body now shaped like an egg, her clothes ripping away due to the sudden change. Her breasts and ass were still visible, but they looked much wider and flatter than before.

She regained her senses and shot an electrifying blast directly into Neith’s crotch. The goddess collapsed, falling upon the rounded woman. Neith’s huge, exposed breasts flattened against her opponents rounded belly before she rolled onto her back. Jinx steadied herself and prepared her rocket launcher. “Ka-BOOM!”

Neith took the blast, her body lifting as she rolled through the dirt. Jinx brought out her mini-gun and showered bullets upon her. Neith got to her feet as her body continued to fatten. She stumbled, seeing her trim frame becoming excessively chubby. The heels on her shoes snapped as she moved backwards. Neith retrieved another potion and drank it as Jinx paused to reload.

Neith felt immense power flowing through her as she unleashed a flurry of arrows upon the girl. Jinx grew quickly, her body rebalancing as her legs and arms widened. Her breasts and ass pushed straight out, keeping their width as they sagged. Her oval body had fattened all over at such a frenzied pace that she couldn’t find balance. The girl fell back and began rolling down the hill, end over end. The large swollen slit between her legs was very noticeable now, as her legs could no longer close.

This proved to be her downfall, as she happened to land upon an upright staff half buried in the ground. It could not hurt her in here, but it could certainly go inside her. She came to a sudden halt as the sturdy staff bent. She yelped loudly and Neith could see her sliding lower upon it. She balled her fists, unable to stop the impalement. Soon the entire shaft disappeared as she sat upon the grass, groaning with discomfort.

“Jinx certainly got the shaft!” The announcer was getting cheesier as time went on.

The rage potion wore off and Neith took some time to inspect her own body. Her wraps were pulled tight, no longer covering anything of importance. Her broad stomach and sagging breasts dominated her view. A sound caught her attention and she turned to see three green orbs of energy coming at her. They struck her and caused her fat frame to tighten, growing into a more pleasing shape. Her breasts swelled, growing into large orbs, as did her stomach and backside. Her body had changed from being obscenely fat to being a tight and plump.

She had to end the battle, however, and she downed her final potion, feeling the power from before return. Ahri quickly drank a potion as well. Neith drew back and released her ultimate ability followed by a line of regular attacks. The fox’s nose crinkled as the corner of her mouth turned upward. Her ears flaring as she stood proudly, her beautiful breasts and bulging belly undisturbed by the volley of arrows.

Neith realized what was happening: Ahri had consumed a potion of reflection. She could feel the warmth as her body surged. She released her bow as she gripped her quickly expanding frame. Neith’s assets grew evenly, as she tipped back onto her spacious rump. She was forced to watch herself inflate from her own hubris. Her shoulders grew, holding her massive round breasts in place upon her distended belly. Her ass flattened as she plopped into the grass. Her expansion finally halted and she knew she was unable to move again. Ahri beamed as she trotted closer, planting a kiss on her cheek before bounding away into the forest. The announcer called out that only five competitors remained. “So disappointing!” The immobile goddess frowned.

MOBA 3 – Janna

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Janna, the delicate, wispy embodiment of the wind hovered at the edge of the battle. Wearing sparse, brilliant-white clothing, the woman raised her staff to direct her air elemental to attack. The spectral bird darted toward her opponent, but missed as the enemy vanished, reappearing a few steps ahead.

The girl wearing a bright orange jumpsuit had been masterfully dodging most of her attacks. But, she also had difficulty striking Janna at this distance with her close-ranged pulse pistols. Janna moved with slow confidence as the lengthy white fabric danced around her beautiful cream-colored legs. Tracer decided to advance, darting around the mage as she emptied both of her weapons. Janna released a blast of wind all around her, knocking Tracer aside with ease before finally landing a few hits on the stunned girl.

Tracer recalled before the third blast hit her and they resumed their exchange at a distance once again. Tracer’s suit was tighter after the strikes, but she was still very mobile and both could turn the battle with a few well-placed strikes.

Nearby, Zyra and The Death Prophet fought for superiority as the tide of minions pushed either direction. Zyra was a tall, slender woman with pointed features and a hard green carapace covering a good portion of her body. Her red eyes tracked the ghostly woman as she continued picking off the nameless rabble ahead.

Krobelus watched her as well, summoning a wave of bats to attack the opposing minions. The woman’s empty eyes showed mild delight as her opponent slew the remaining men and headed straight for her. The Death Prophet’s phantasmal hair and tattered dress fluttered in an otherworldly wind as she hovered ahead, using her large green claws to direct a silencing spell at the foolish plant. Zyra was clearly unprepared as The Death Prophet magically pulled at the woman’s spirit.

“I was uncertain if you would have a spirit.” Krobelus laughed. “Maybe you don’t! It doesn’t seem to be draining you, I see.”

Zyra’s hips and legs grew thicker, parting the thick covering and revealing more of her soft green human-like skin. Before she could counterattack, the ghostly woman quickly moved in to join the other two women fighting, knowing that the scorned plant woman would follow. Tracer dodged the newcomer’s blast, but this allowed Janna to send a spike of air through the girl’s clothing. Her belly puffed out as she recovered and reappeared elsewhere.

“Two on one?” Tracer smirked. “Piece of cake!” Tracer did two quick teleports to plant a pulse bomb onto the unprepared spectral woman. Death’s Prophet let out a shrill scream as it went off. It made her tight, already torn dress blast away, exposing her ghostly green body beneath. Her breasts and belly grew, making her look like a normal, albeit translucent, pregnant woman.

The edge of the blast also hit the air elemental. Janna’s smooth belly puffed out making her look a few month’s expectant. Zyra caught up as they recovered, unleashing her ultimate ability. A swarm of vines erupted from the ground and snaked their way around the three fighter’s legs, ripping away Janna’s bottoms and a section of Tracer’s suit. The slimy vines slipped between their legs and pushed into their lower openings.

For the spectral woman, the vines grasped her arms and moved up her chest, sliding between her larger breasts and coming back down into her mouth. The woman’s eerie, mostly see-through skin allowed a view of the vines as they moved into her belly and began blasting a white goo inside her. The other girls gasped and fought as they too felt the eruption between their legs. All three of their bellies grew as the seed filled them.

Janna gave a pleading look to her teammate. Zyra shrugged. “Just some friendly fire!” Jenna used a free hand to squeeze one of the vines, causing a bulge to form as she held the flow in place. The slippery vine shook as it grew larger and after a few moments, it pushed her hand apart and forced the blocked fluid inside her. Janna let out a sad whimper as the foreign fluid moved into her womb.

They continued growing as the announcer’s voice called. “Summoning beacon activated!” Zyra searched the area, but saw no disturbance. She turned back, enjoying her dominance of the three women in front of her.

Elsewhere, the blonde assassin, Nova, waited for her summoned companion. After an agreement was reached, Chromie used her ability to freeze time. The bronze dragon, in the guise of a gnome, nodded in approval before disappearing back into the endless stream of time. The ghost operative holstered her rifle and ran out to the frozen battle nearby. She yanked the vines free from Tracer, Janna, and even from Death’s Prophet.

She lugged them over to the frozen plant girl with the ample backside and set to plugging them into her: one in her mouth, two in her pussy, and two in her ass. It took a fair amount of effort and some force, but they all fit eventually.

Checking her timer, she decided to use her last minute to turn the tide of the battle. “Got to even the odds.” She pushed a pulse grenade with a long fuse down Krobelus’ still gaping throat and another into Tracer’s open ass. “I don’t care how helpful you are, you’re too unpredictable for me.” Nova ran a short distance and cloaked just before her timer read zero.

Time resumed and within an instant the plant woman who had been causing them all grief now was overwhelmed by her own weapon. The vines still held them, forcing them to watch as it filled it’s maker with a massive amount of seed. Janna grabbed her sore privates as she watched.

Tracer and The Deaths Prophet exchanged horrified looks as they realized there were foreign objects inside them. The Death Prophet shook her stretched midsection, seeing the flashing grenade sitting in her ghostly, cum-filled stomach. Both grenades exploded, causing her, and Tracer, to curl forward as their bellies blasted outward.

Zyra let out muffled screams as her vines poured a ridiculous amount of their seed into her. With her own attack turned against her, her stomach swelled and sagged, moving down and past her knees and soon rested upon the ground. The vines withdrew and snaked back into the ground as she was forced to fall forward upon the fleshy, cum-filled abdomen.

The three pained women joined together in attacking the nearly immobile Zyra, making sure she would not cause any further trouble. The plant woman’s carapace cracked and fell, revealing her swelling female form. Her wide hips and thick legs were lifted as she tilted forward upon her massive belly. The women finally stopped once the announcer called the defeat. Zyra was leaning forward cursing, as she was unable to reach the ground, mostly filled with her own plant’s pollen.

The remaining trio drew back and prepared for another exchange. Janna sent a few blasts at Tracer, watching the slender girl with a potbelly jump place to place as she returned fire. Janna put up a magical barrier as she directed her wind elemental companion to strike the woman in the skintight flight suit. Tracer tumbled backward into some bramble.

In haste, she used her recall ability, jumping back to the exact spot she had stood three seconds prior. She was visibly confused, as her belly still remained, dominating her otherwise slight frame. “Guess I got a full figure now!” Her bright yellow flight suit had large, gaping holes torn throughout. She looked over her shoulder to see her exposed, tight butt. “I thought it seemed a bit breezy!”

The Death Prophet lifted her arms and sent a wave of ghostly green specters charging toward the distracted British girl. They wailed as they swirled around her, pushing her from side to side as they encircled her. Then, one slipped lower and moved her legs apart. Then another went low and shot up, disappearing into her crotch. Another and another – countless forms moved into the poor girl. Her frame grew wider, arms and legs thickened, and her breasts and butt swelled. Her stomach rounded more naturally before it also pushed outward, ripping her suit up the middle.

Krobelus let out a horrifying cackle as she watched the girl expanding at an amazing speed. “You will hold these souls eternally. They will be part of your suffering.”

Janna knew she should strike now. She created a small tornado as she floated away. It grew for a few seconds before it wound a path toward the ghostly woman. Krobelus flew aside, getting hit with only the edge of the gale. Her oddly entrancing breasts grew larger upon the ballooned belly. Her slim hips led to a tight butt that shifted as she floated. Below that, eerie green legs were raised just above the dirt.

Tracer was on her back now, flailing like a flipped turtle, swiping at the air helplessly as the last few souls invaded her body. “I could use some help over here!” The glowing device upon her chest was all that remained of her clothes and it was digging into her soft flesh as the straps stretched. She had grown to nearly five times her original size, looking nearly unidentifiable as she puffed up. Her pliable, youthful skin wobbled enjoyably as she struggled against the ethereal invaders.

A blast of fire came down from above and struck everyone in the area. This was enough to pop the machine on Tracer’s chest off, launching it onto the ground. The young, fleshy blob that once was Lena Oxton, cried out as she disappeared. The remaining couple of souls that hadn’t found a home in the woman vanished as well.

The announcement came. “Tracer will be jumping through time for a while before we can find her, but we can safely say she’s out!”

The standoff resumed after a few moments. Janna raised her arms and closed her eyes as storm clouds gathered in the sky above. The massive thunderheads rolled in with unnatural speed, flashing with lightning. “You shall be exposed to the full force of the winds.” The blast of air launched The Death Prophet backward.

In quick retort, the specter silenced Janna and started to cast another spell, but a surprise attack by a rotund redhead stopped her. Katarina slashed frantically, slowed by her added girth. The Death Prophet turned and sent a swarm of bats upon the girl, who in turn launched a flurry of daggers. Both swelled as Janna observed. The nude women were very curvy and Janna decided to intervene. She charged another howling gale and sent it for the grouped fighters.

The air pushed them apart and they both turned in time to see Janna moving her arms to manipulate the wind further. The clouds above snaked down with two separate prongs, moving between the stunned ladies legs and pushing inside. Katarina and The Death Prophet had used all of their mana and could do nothing as the forced wind began puffing them up like beach balls.

Krobelus’ green skin grew lighter as it stretched. Her cold eyes watching calmly as her body accepted the gusts of wind. Every few seconds she puffed out more and more, her stomach expanded outward a few feet and then her extremities swelled. Her midsection moved outward, enveloping her arms in legs and making her look round. Eventually she was nearly spherical; her breasts and backside, however, were still distinguishable, slightly raised from her round body. Her puffed face, clawed hands, and small feet were all that remained as she rolled backwards.

Katarina’s expansion went differently. Her already expanded frame took the blasts of wind in her arms and legs first, making them thicken and pull outward, locking her into a spread eagle stance. Her butt and breasts swelled into two squished spheres, and her belly rounded and went out even more. Her light frame shifted as the tempest lulled. She was precariously balanced, and Janna relished in her next act. She directed her magical bird to hit the redhead, launching her onto her back, causing her to bounce a few times before she settled.

Janna launched another couple of quick blasts into the taut rogue’s exposed privates, causing Katarina to grunt angrily. “Be tranquil my friend.”
“I saved you!” Katarina said with uncharacteristic bewilderment.
“Eventually it would come down to a battle between us. I simply expedited the process.”
“I should have ended you when I had the chance!”
“I will leave you… breathless.” Janna smiled as she launched a few more blasts, hitting the mark yet again.
The tightly inflated woman laughed deeply after her groans of pain. “You idiot, you got us all taken out!”

Janna turned to see what she meant. “What can I say? I do have the best equipment.” The Terran ghost held her rifle steadily as Janna froze with shock, knowing most of her abilities needed some time before she could use them again. “What’s wrong, did I catch you at a bad time?” The blonde’s ponytail whipped as she cocked her head with a mocking smirk.

Nova pulled the trigger, hitting Janna in the chest with a pinning shot, slowing her long enough use a sniper shot. Janna’s chest swelled, expanding quickly and throwing the slim girl with the large belly forward. Janna hit the ground, rolling onto her side. Her now heft breasts and belly kept her grounded. Nova called down a precision strike and watched as a beam of light parted the remaining clouds to strike the struggling fighter.

The blast caused Janna’s breasts and belly to roll outward upon the ground with unnatural weight, making certain that she would be unable to stand again. Nova walked closer, planting a foot upon the girl’s belly, which was nearly the same size as the owner. “Light’s out.” She shot her rifle from her hip to hit Janna, then she turned to shoot Katarina, and then a final shot in The Death Prophet.

“Janna, Katarina, and Krobelus are all out of the match!” The announcer said with glee as he called their names. Nova giggled as she cloaked and relocated. “Piece of cake.”

MOBA 1 – Katarina

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“Today our match will certainly be epic! This will be a match between the sexy ladies from DOTA 2, League of Legends, Smite, and Heroes of the Storm! Six ladies from each game will push their three lanes in a game of elimination. Why six? Because once you’re out there is no coming back! There will be only one winner out of 24 female fighters! There will also be hubs to destroy for each group, but those only control the release of creeps. To eliminate heroes they must be immobilized or defeated in some way.”

“The arena is set up a little differently this time, however. We will be replacing most of their skills and purchased items for something more unique – expanding their horizons, if you will. All weapons are non-lethal and will magically inflate or immobilize their opponents whenever they touch skin. Each attack is cumulative, adding until they cannot continue. Removing clothing is also encouraged, because our viewers love it!” The announcer sniggered. “The last one moving will be the victor and the others just have to deal with it!” The announcer continued to hype the unseen audience.

The curvaceous redhead in tight leather prepared herself for the start of the match. She laughed at the ridiculous items the shopkeeper offered. She settled on a potion as the countdown started. Katarina decided to take the top lane from their base. She followed the team’s minions into the melee, assisting them in their slaughter of the enemy’s troops.

She could see an enemy hero waiting for the next push. Sonya, the barbarian and renowned enemy of Diablo’s army, was outfitted in limited armor, protecting her arms and legs, but leaving her midsection relatively free to move. Her muscular body flexed as she charged into the fray, cutting down soldiers with her dual blades. Her striking blue war paint and bright red hair added to the duality of her feminine curves and her masculine power.

The heroes kept their distance, soaking up experience from the attacking minions. Both girls would move in to kill the weaklings, but left one another alone. After some time, however, Katarina decided to advance. She teleported behind the fighting woman and landed a long slice upon her back. The leather strap of the bra split, allowing the heavy metal cups to fall to the ground. Katarina landed another strike as the angry woman turned. It was odd to see all of her blade’s momentum vanish, leaving no marks upon the woman’s surprisingly smooth back.

Katarina hit two more times before Sonya swiped at her. The barbarian’s muscles seemed less defined after the attack. Her face twisted with rage as she moved with amazing speed, landing blow after blow upon the surprised rogue as she tried to cartwheel away. Katarina launched a few daggers as she fell in shock. Her leggings in tatters, she looked down to notice her breasts were now spilling over her upper armor and a prominent belly hung below. She awkwardly jumped to her feet as the chubby barbarian approached again.

Rolling aside, the barbarian leapt to follow, hitting the foolish rogue with a few more strikes. Katarina was bigger than Sonya by this point, but her expanding body didn’t seem heavy as expected. Instead, she seemed unnaturally light. She bounded away as one more strike released her breastplate, allowing her tits to expand freely. They sat proudly, lifted more than normal. Katarina got some distance as she learned to control her light yet bulky frame. Their team’s minions continued fighting behind them, just out of their range, ignoring the two battling heroes.

She used Shunpo again to reappear behind the brawler, hitting her with many quick strikes. Katarina was shocked to see the woman’s ass growing visibly with each strike. She danced away, narrowly evading Sonya’s whirlwind attack. Now stopped, both of them noticed Sonya’s added weight. Unlike Katarina, she seemed to be heavier. Her fleshy rump caused her belt to rise on the sides, but her weighted belly pushed it lower in the middle. Her breasts looked more natural and far larger than Katarina’s, hanging beside her swollen tummy, swaying as she moved.

“I will break you, little girl!” Sonya went into an amazing rage, assaulting the rogue with countless strikes before a loud crash interrupted the pummeling. A smoothed standing stone arose from the ground between Sonya’s legs, lifting her into the air. Small at the top and wide at the base, the monolith disappeared beneath the woman’s loincloth. The barbarian’s rage changed to panic as she slid lower upon the rock formation. With sudden clarity, she pushed her feet inward and launched herself off of the obelisk.

She locked eyes with the rock’s shaper. Terra, who had found her way from the Smite base on the other side of the map, stood with a strong defiance. “That stone nearly found your temple.” She smiled, still remaining stern. The woman’s wild purple and white hair had a streak of bluish green. Her stone chest piece had mild cracks in the surface, held in place by underlying fabric. The purple stone glowed with green lines, matching the armor on her shoulders, arms, shins and the even the headpiece. The aqua and gold sash around her waist completed the ensemble. The wide framed woman’s perfect skin, toned body, and amazing breasts showed that she was a creation of the heavens.

Katarina ran to the trees, hiding as she regained her senses. Her belly had grown outward about a foot and her breasts pointed about half that distance. Her ass had puffed up behind her also, giving her ridiculous curves. Her arms and legs grew a little to maintain proportion, but overall it changed her movement a lot. She was still airy and light, but also bigger and ungainly. She sat as she watched her former opponent charge at the new contender.

Terra met her charge with a strong punch at Sonya’s main sword, knocking it from her grasp. Sonya followed with a strike from her off hand weapon, hitting the goddesses shoulder. The fabric holding her stone chest piece snapped and caused it to hang forward. Sonya grabbed ahold and tore it away, flinging it into the grass with a thud. Terra staggered backwards, her amazing tits bouncing freely. She glanced down and smiled. “You think such a thing bothers a god?”

Terra put her hands up as two massive stone walls appeared. She clapped her gauntlets together, unintentionally squishing her breasts between her arms as she watched the walls close upon the unsuspecting woman. Sonya screamed as she held out her arms, trying to hold them apart. Instead of crushing her, however, the girl started growing larger at a phenomenal speed.

Her whole body widened with sudden weight gain. Her belly flowed out and sagged to her knees as her ass, squishing against the rocks, grew out the opposite direction. Her boobs grew to epic proportions, elongating upon her full belly. The walls suddenly collapsed and disappeared, causing the large woman to shift into a more natural standing. She was incredibly fat, but there were few rolls, as her wide frame seemed to match her new heavy figure.

Sonya roared, waddling awkwardly as she tried to charge. Terra gave a giddy smile as she avoided the obese woman’s slow advance. “Give up! You’re finished.”
“I will never surrender!” The blue war paint smeared as sweat rolled down her skin.

Terra sighed and brought a hand into the air. Another standing stone erupted from the earth and hit the plump woman directly between her legs. Sonya’s mouth widened with alarm as she was lifted by the peak of the monolith. She dropped her sword and frantically tried to slide off, but her immense weight forced her downward onto the rock.

“I see someone is getting lucky tonight.” Terra gave a disappointed smile as she watched the woman slowly and painfully sliding down upon the object. Sonya was on her tiptoes when she finally stopped, a little less than a third of the way down the widening shaft. Terra turned to leave, but the barbarian only laughed.

“Just like a god to run.”
Terra turned back with a dumfounded shake of her head. “I won, you fool.”
“You surprised me, but come closer and I will still fight!”
Terra walked to her with agitation. “Just learn to give up!” She shook her head again as the impaled, overweight barbarian pitifully punched the air, not even close to landing a strike. “Fine, I’ll finish you.”

Terra went to her knees and moved the woman’s loincloth aside. She removed a gauntlet and licked her finger before pressing it into the hood of the stretched pussy. Sonya made a few failed attempts to hit her, but It took only a few seconds before Sonya cried out, begging her to stop. Moments later her feet shifted and Terra jumped backward in anticipation.

Sonya gave a pained look as she struggled to fight the orgasm. She shifted again and climax overtook her. She gasped as her wet pussy opened wider and wider. She lost her footing and continued moving lower upon the large hunk of smooth stone. She whimpered as she continually slid down.

She finally came to a stop a few inches from the ground. Her loins were stretched to ridiculous proportions as she sat, immobilized upon the large stone, and nearly in tears. The announcement came after a moment, “Sonya has been eliminated.”

Katarina took the Potion of Random Reduction she had purchased at the beginning. It tasted kind of sweet as she downed the vial. She felt a tightness in her belly as she watched it recede before her eyes. Her butt and boobs were still aired up, but she gained some maneuverability back. Katarina slinked through the trees until she found a good spot to attack. She came up behind the Earth Mother and hit her a few times before she turned. Katarina responded by teleporting behind her, landing even more hits. The strikes inflated the Goddesses’ breasts visibly.

Terra swept her arms around, launching the rogue through the air and into a nearby tree. Stunned, Katarina could not defend as the powerful woman charged, landing blow after blow upon her springy chest. Her ballooned breasts bounced the woman’s fists back, expediting her following strikes. Katarina’s stomach grew quickly as she was pummeled, getting just as big as it had been before, although this time it seemed heavier. In a fog, Katarina watched Terra’s perfect breasts bouncing, mesmerized as the woman pounded her relentlessly.

A brilliant flash of blue light gave the armored woman pause. She sneered and turned to find an heavily-clad Night Elf woman drawing her bow. Terra’s butt had grown from Tyrande’s starfall spell and the incoming arrows caused even more growth in the woman’s posterior. Katarina crawled into the nearby underbrush, trying to gather the strength to stand. She could see Terra was nearly in range when Tyrande hit her with a stunning blast of magic, allowing her to run backwards and begin the flurry of arrows once more.

Terra’s ass bounced with each step, slowing the woman. Her marvelous backside continually grew, sagging as it expanded. Terra drew back to charge, but in response, Tyrande sent out a spiritual owl to strike the Earth Mother. Terra fell backwards, landing upon the large mounds of flesh. Her butt pressed outward upon the ground as she shifted, attempting to find a good way to stand.

The night elf with pinkish-purple skin laughed. “Have a seat.”
“You find yourself quite amusing, don’t you?”
Terra raised two stone walls around her aggressor, but Tyrande easily leapt clear. “Your parlor tricks do not befit a god. May Elune show you mercy.”

A symbol appeared over the seated woman and Tyrande unleashed a flurry of arrows. Terra’s expanding rump lifted her into the air a noticeable amount. She waved her arms as her upper section fell back upon the ground. Unable to sit up with her inflated ass in the way, Terra huffed as the announcer called out her elimination.

Katarina evaded the armored archer, using natural cover to hide, making her way back to the League of Legend’s base. Hopefully, she thought, she could remove some of the inflation from her body. Without paying attention, she wandered too close to a trio of massive spiders. The slender creatures noticed her and reared up menacingly. She used all of her skills to dispatch the smaller creatures, but the larger one was still fighting by the time she had drained her energy.

Injured, but still active, the main spider launched her backwards with a spindly leg, shooting a web upon her arms and face. Luckily, she had enough of a gap to breathe as she struggled to remove the sticky webbing. She could see the shadow looming above as the spider crawled over her. A cold, wet shaft prodded between her legs, pushing them open with ease. It slipped the tip into her and she could feel a bulge against her inner thighs. The ovipositor moved deeper, causing her to shriek as it explored her insides. It spread her lips wide as it pushed an egg into her body, forcing the object into her womb. Katarina thrashed as she tried to break free from her bonds, but it was in vain. More and more eggs moved into her, one after the other. She counted six of the large ovals as they slipped inside.

The monster shifted her, attempting to find room for her eggs. This gave Katarina a small space to maneuver. She wiggled back and forth, using all of her might to rip apart the web. The creature growled, but was unable to recapture her and made no attempt to harm her. On the ninth egg Katarina grabbed it inside the ovipositor and tried to hold it in place. It proved to be too slippery and it popped free from her hands, breaching her loins in an instant with gathered momentum. She yelled as she grabbed in front of the following egg. She drew a dagger and cut the appendage, thankful that the tenth egg and the remainder of the spider’s ovipositor plopped onto the ground.

Before she could attack, the spider skittered away into the woods. Huffing, the shapely woman squatted, trying to push the eggs out. After a few tries, she realized that they weren’t going to come out until the monsters were hatched. Aching, inflated, and filled with eggs, Katarina stumbled along the main path, heading back to her base. “I’m not dead yet.” She laughed.

Fiona

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Fiona waited, naked and bent over a wooden pedestal with a sturdy wooden beam supported above her. The robed men had strapped her wrists and ankles together before leaving. She was terrified of what was yet to come. Random noises echoed throughout the labyrinth. She could only see darkness beyond the tall and rusted iron gate in front of her. Behind there were double wooden doors; they had brought her in from that direction. One wall had numerous weapons hanging upon it and the other had thick gray lichen snaking its way down the stones.

The group of robed men and women had been waiting as she had turned a corner; they grabbed her and ripped her clothes away before carrying her to this room. Their leader, the silent woman, was stronger than the rest, she recalled. She couldn’t remember what had brought her here in the first place. She felt anxious as she waited, seeing phantom movements, her mind questioning every sound.

Fiona stared at her pale arms, trying to think of a way out. I definitely heard something that time! The disturbance grew louder beyond the gate. Hooves? She squinted as she tried to discern what approached in the shadows.

The robed woman emerged and slowly opened the heavy, creaking gate. She held a rope, which led to a grayish-brown pony; the horse’s head barely reached above hers. They walked leisurely towards her. Fiona struggled against her bonds, but knew she lacked the strength to break them. The silent woman glared as she directed the muscular beast beyond her sight. Fiona heard the pony snort and she felt something cold and wet between her legs. She was able to crane her neck far enough to see the woman dabbing a salve onto her fingers. The cultist held the horse at a distance, but it was obvious what she was preparing for.

“No, please don’t! It’s going to tear me apart!” Fiona pleaded. I’m too tiny to handle that thing! Ignoring her, the woman continued, slipping fingers in one at a time, taking care to ease them in to her tight pussy. The woman was surprisingly gentle, Fiona thought. She felt another finger slip in and then knuckles attempted to squeeze through the opening. It hurt at first, but after some time they were able to slip past with little pain. The woman pressed her large hand into Fiona and spread her fingers.

I’ve never had anything like this done to me before. It feels so weird! After a few times in and out, the woman withdrew and did something, causing the horse to whinny and neigh. Fiona peered back to see her rubbing something onto the pony’s growing shaft. “Please, you don’t need to do this!”

The woman made no response, guiding horse’s cock into the unwilling girl. Oh god, I feel it! The blossomed tip glided beyond her moist lower lips. It hurts, but not too bad, I guess. It feels so strange, though! Fiona grimaced as she felt the massive cock sliding into her belly. Hooves clapped against the stone as the pony lurched forward, draping its front legs on the wooden crosspiece above her. Nothing had ever been that deep in her and the sensation was causing her to scream. “It’s too much, stop him!”

The pony thrusted, again and again, exploring her. It only took three pumps before she felt a violent surge blasting into her. I can feel it in my uterus! Her belly grew, lifting her higher on the barrel. Her bonds now pulled tight, keeping her mashed against the barrel in spite of her distended belly. The long cock slid from between her legs and she felt some of its seed flow down her thighs. The horse jumped back and the woman guided him back from whence they came. Then there was silence again.

Thank god, it’s over.

The sound of clacking hooves caused her to flush. No, no more! This time the imposing figure was something beyond her wildest dreams. A half-man, half-horse galloped though the open gate. His horse half was easily twice the size of the previous equine. The male portion had a lean, chiseled physique. He looked very handsome as he moved closer, smiling with an obvious desire.

“I hope you can accept me.” Underneath, he swelled with infatuation, his horse-cock swaying with each step.

It’s massive! “I don’t think I can take half of that mammoth.”

“Well, I don’t care; I’m going to try anyway.” He moved quickly behind her and jumped, resting upon the wooden support. He prodded carelessly until he found his mark. He eased in a few inches before he drew back and slammed in. Waves of pain gripped her body as the slippery behemoth opened her even further. She could feel the sperm from the previous encounter spilling out as he plunged deeper. “Just last a little longer and I shall fit it entirely!” He forced it in with small, quick thrusts.

She pulled against her bonds with all her might, shrieking and wailing so loudly that it caused him to hesitate. “It’s hitting my womb!” She had never felt a pain so severe. He snorted and drew back, grunting as he slammed into her. He unburdened himself as he held in place. She had gone silent, limp as he inflated her more and more with each pulse. He pulled back, allowing his now flaccid cock to unsheathe itself. Thick cream dripped to the ground from her gaping hole. She had passed out from the pain, but she had accepted him entirely.

They had heard a blood-curdling scream and decided to investigate. “Wait here.” She told her companion. The woman of water moved ahead, observing the centaur mounting the poor girl. She moved silently as the beast backed away and headed to the open gate. She ran faster, causing splashing noises as she approached. He turned and reared, kicking her directly in the chest. The immense force broke her form apart, sending her splashing onto the floor. She slid away and reformed once again as Lindsay. The centaur ambled to the edge of the room, grabbing an axe from the weapon rack on the wall. He held the large axe with one hand as he charged.

The water nymph moved more gracefully than Lindsay ever could. Her large breasts fixed in place upon her as she leaned back and whipped forward, narrowly missing the swipe of the blade. She danced past a second blow, but a third strike cleaved her arm. Lindsay couldn’t absorb it, as she had to continue dodging the monster. Feeling weaker, she knew that if she lost too much water at one time then she wouldn’t survive. She started to dissolve into a puddle, attempting escape, but that allowed him to remove a large portion of her form again, sending it splashing against the far wall. On the floor, she felt weak and drained, unable to reform until she could reach more of her water.

In a sudden twist, an arrow sprouted from the beast’s side. He turned to see Cassie nocking another arrow. She sent it into his human chest. He stumbled, but still had enough strength to charge. She rushed to nock another arrow as he closed the distance. She loosed it before she leapt aside. It hit his chest squarely in the heart, sending him crashing into the wall. The huge beast collapsed, breathing his final breaths. Cassie collected herself and marveled at the swollen strawberry-blonde haired woman, stretched over a barrel. She untied her and helped her to the ground, as she was still unconscious.

Searching for Lindsay, she discovered the puddle, moving slowly, attempting to connect to the puddle by the wall. Cassie used her hands to collect some of the water and bring it to the largest puddle. That sped up the process and eventually Lindsay was able to reform in all her curvaceous splendor. “I was concerned that I might not have survived that encounter. Thank you. Is she alive?”

Cassie forced a sad smile. “Yeah. She’s not in good shape, though.”

“We can rest here for now. You can cook some of him for sustenance.”

Lindsay was disgusted by the idea, but she was starving, and eating horse wasn’t that odd in some cultures. She agreed, using a torch from the wall and some wood to construct a fire. As she prepared the meat, the mousy blonde girl finally stirred. Her swollen belly had been draining, but it was still noticeable inflated by the beast’s seed. Her large belly was a stark contrast to her small frame and tiny breasts. Her dainty lips scrunched as she arose. Her big brown eyes studied the situation. She gasped at the sight of Lindsay, the woman composed entirely of water, who sat beside her.

“It’s okay, we’re friends. We want to get out of here.” Cassie attempted to soothe her. She pointed to the crumpled corpse of the monster against the wall. “That was a centaur, it’s dead.” She seemed to relax a bit with that, though she was still nervous. The three women sat around the fire, naked and scared; feeling marginally better with warmth upon their skin and food in their bellies. Fiona ate twice as much as Cassie and still felt hungry. Then a thought struck her.

Fiona, gripped her inflated belly. “Oh my god! I’m going to be pregnant with a centaur child!”

Alisha

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​It seemed like it had been months since she first arrived. In the beginning, she was chained to the wall; two red-robed men would enter the room every few hours and force her to drink a disgusting liquid. At first, she fought; sometimes she had caused them to spill it, but they would come back later with twice as much. They usually beat her after such an encounter, forcing her into submission.

As time passed, she learned to accept their liquid diet. The substance had a foul aroma, but that no longer bothered her now. Once she stopped fighting, they removed the chains, allowing her to move within the confines of her cell. She had gained weight since she had become captive, swelling from a small, dainty girl into an obese monstrosity.

She guessed she currently weighed about 300 pounds. I can’t even see my cooter anymore. Seeing her reflection in a small puddle depressed her. Her once pointed face now rounded with an extra chin; tangled jet-black hair hanged to her hips. Her shoulders and arms were lumpy with excess fat and her legs grew outward, leading to her expansive backside. Alisha’s mid-section now had three separate rolls on the sides of a hulking stomach; her sagging, arm-full breasts swayed with each step. They had recently washed her, so her ebony skin still looked fresh and youthful.

“I really let myself go.” She spoke to her reflection in the torchlight. “I guess this is what happens when you don’t have any hope.” She sighed and walked back to the wall. She sat down with a loud thud, causing her body to quake from the impact. She tried to sleep again. That’s all I seem to do now.

She awoke to footsteps. A shimmer of light illuminated from beneath the door. She rose unsteadily as the door opened with a groan. Her meal had arrived. She could barely hold back her excitement. She shuffled closer to accept their bowl, but this time it was different. This time the robed man led a group who carried a large wooden barrel. They struggled to heft it through the doorway. Once inside they set it down with moderate care. The leading man pried the lid off, “drink!” He dipped a silver goblet into the white muck before offering it to her. She drank hastily. It’s thicker, but it doesn’t taste as bad as it used to. Maybe I’m just used to it now. She gulped it down as the man watched.

The man took the cup from her and motioned for her to lie down. She plopped onto the damp stone floor before laying back. He filled the cup again before he knelt, parting her legs with his free hand. “Drink!” He used a finger to partially open her loins. Alisha reached one hand down, between her unsightly belly and plump leg, to part the opposite side. He proceeded to pour some of the creamy fluid between her spread lower lips. She felt it flowing inside of her. She moaned uncontrollably. Nothing has gone in there for such a long time; it feels spectacular!

He refilled the cup and continued pouring until she was brimming with the sticky substance. Now overflowing, the man stood and filled it yet again. This time he meant for her to drink normally. As she gulped down another helping, the man pressed her legs together. “Keep that inside until we return.” He took the cup and refilled it. “One more.” She complied, feeling queasy as she drank another cup full. She watched the door close and listened as their steps grew fainter. I feel so fulfilled. I want more! She rolled and used the barrel to raise herself. She dipped the goblet into the half-filled barrel and took another drink, and another. She was barely able to stomach the third.

Finally unable to ingest any more, she filled the cup and sat it on the floor. She got back onto the ground, and once in the correct position, she refilled her lower opening to the limit. Now, she waited, feeling nauseous for a long while. Once her stomach settled she fell asleep.
She awoke some time later and they hadn’t returned. This upset her. She decided to drink more in an attempt to relax. She arose and drank many a cup full. The barrel was approaching the bottom when she heard the door slam open. She was shocked to see the cultists rushing towards her.

“You defy my orders?”
“I’m sorry, I needed more!”
“Greed leads to punishment.”

They hit her, causing her retreat before tumbling backwards. Her skin slapped on the stone as she rolled to the wall. Pain wracked her body as they encircled her, grabbing her wrists and restraining her in chains. They left and returned shortly after with another barrel. Placing it in front of her, he pried the lid off. They departed again, leaving the sustenance just beyond her reach.

Alisha whined and struggled, attempting to free herself. It was in vain, as the delicious substance still sat temptingly close by. The need for more was agonizing. Why won’t they let me have more? What the fuck is going on? “Why the fuck are you taunting me?” She snapped, yelling into the empty, torch-lit room.

Days past, she thought, and still no one came. She figured she’d lose weight in that time, but instead she seemed to be growing. Now immobile, she figured she weighed about 500 pounds. Her arms and legs now had many folds. Alisha’s breasts flowed to either side, her nipples resting upon the stone. Her massive belly ballooned past her knees, covering the bulk of her outstretched legs. She cried herself to sleep.

Suddenly she felt hope. The robed figures entered and unclasped her chains. She tried to stand, but her arms buckled beneath her immense weight. They pulled her legs, causing her to sprawl flat on the ground. She heard a splash as the leader filled the goblet. He brought it to her lower lips and began filling her from below. Once that orifice overflowed, he refilled and came around, holding her head higher, allowing her to drink eagerly. Then they set to cleaning her. They brought in buckets of warm scented water and scoured her soft skin from head to toe.

“She is ready.” They left her without any explanation. She struggled to move, and after many attempts, she was able to roll onto her side. Sweating and breathless, she pulled on the barrel; it tipped and cracked as it hit the floor. “No, no, no!” She used all of her energy to scoot the broken barrel closer. She opened her mouth as the white fluid splashed upon her face. She swallowed as much as she was able and once empty she licked the remnants from her face. Alisha licked the inside of the barrel as well. I wonder why the torches in here never go out. The errant thought passed as she slid her tongue along the sodden wood.

A distant thud caught her attention. Then another, they grew in volume. Something is coming… something big! The small earthquakes stopped just beyond the wooden door. There was a loud crack as the entire wall fell forward, crumbling to the ground. She covered her face and screamed in a feeble attempt to protect herself.

A large silhouette appeared amidst the settling dust. An enormous, muscular man watched her without making a sound. He stood around 12 feet tall, having to lower his head so it didn’t hit the stone ceiling. His lone eye transfixed upon her, her own eyes drawn to the growing pole between his legs. Oh my god! It’s as big as my arm! She gasped. This caused the monster to salivate; he took only one, large step to stand above her.

A low groan escaped as he dropped to his knees. He wrapped his enormous hands around her and lifted her easily. He raised her to his mouth and licked sloppily between her legs. She was terrified as she saw his large, single eye watching her. He could tear me apart if he wanted to. She was awash with feelings of fear and euphoria as the beast slowly licked her privates.

It grunted as it moved her lower. She knew what was about to happen. She felt the engorged shaft pressing between her legs; the tip being forced into her small, damp opening. She shrieked as it passed the threshold. His hands moved her body down as his hips pressed up, impaling her on his swollen member. The warm spear pulsed inside of her. She could not believe it was still going in, but this amount pain could mean that she wouldn’t last to see the end of the experience. He disregarded her screams as he moved her fleshy body downward. Then he stopped, fully inside. It felt as if he was parting her womb. Her insides ached as he held her in place.

The Cyclops groaned as he started lifting her. He moved her up and down, sliding Alisha upon him like a sex doll. Her legs hanged limply and her breasts and belly flopped with each motion. Skin slapped against the toned monster as he fucked her. Abruptly, he stopped. His face was twisted as he held her in place, his organ buried to the hilt. He howled. Alisha watched his cum force her stomach outward. Each blast sent her skin upward before it settled in her inflating belly. I think he’s forcing cum into my womb. It fucking hurts!

The monster laid her upon the floor as he slid his slimy cock out of her. He retreated through the massive hole in the wall he had created. Alisha ran her hand upon her glistening thigh. She noticed it was the same white, creamy fluid she had been drinking for the past few months. The thought sickened her. Yuck! I’ve been addicted to his spunk all this time! At least I’m still alive, I guess. Her insides throbbed. She looked around the destroyed room before looking at her flabby arm. She sighed sadly.

Claudia

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There were hundreds of dusty books lining the shelves. An ornate chandelier hanged in the center and there were no doors. The room felt like something from a gothic horror film. Claudia had no idea how she had gotten here, but she knew there was a way out. One of these must open a passageway. She walked along, pulling books down. Time passed and she halted, deciding that it would take her days to check every single book. Tired, and cold, wearing a modest silk negligee, she decided to nestle under some of the literature and take a nap. She hoped a clear head would give her insight on how to escape her predicament.

Instead, she awoke to a faint scream. She sat upright and saw nothing had changed. Perhaps I was dreaming. She yawned as she collected some books to serve as a pillow. Then she spied an open book sitting in the center of the room. No other books landed that far away and I don’t remember it being there…

She arose and slinked closer to the tome. Flipping through the pages, she stopped on a chapter entitled ‘Mr. Hawthorne’s Study.’

Abraxas retreated to his haven on many an eve. He peered through the pages, hoping to better his mind and spirit in kind. He was an eccentric man who preferred his solitude; this was the one area where his bride, his kin, nor even his servants could distract from his studies.

Many a drawn out session culminated in the adjacent room, however. Abraxas would place his hand upon the pillar to steady himself and would watch with pride as a once hidden passage was now unveiled; For in the upcoming room he was allowed freedom to practice what had been absorbed moments prior.

Claudia was drawn away from her reading, feeling a chill run down her spine; she turned to see a faint visage of a man standing in one corner of the room. The ghostly man wore a black suit with an overcoat, allowing a small bit of his white shirt to peek past his vest. Heavily built, his face suggested he was in his late forties, with a trimmed beard and combed black hair.

The specter eyed her, closing the book he had been reading. “My dear, you should not be in here. This is my leisure time and I do not wish to be disturbed.”

Claudia stammered before she could think of a proper answer. “Mr. Hawthorne, I didn’t mean to disturb-“
“Well you have! Leave immediately or I will have to punish you!” The sturdy ghost-of-a- man stepped closer menacingly.

Claudia thought about what she knew… The book must tell the way out! She grabbed it and inspected the nearby pillar. She ran her hand along the smooth wood, but found nothing. The other pillar is behind him. She held her breath and charged past him. She felt a jerk and she spun around, letting out a scream. Her nightgown tore, one side hanging below her hip, exposing her left breast. He can actually hurt me! She ran her hand along the pillar until she felt a bump. There was a click as a section of the bookcase slid outward. She darted through. The ghost watched her with narrowed eyes as the wall moved slowly back into place. Safe, for now.

This bland room housed a large wooden table in the center. Leather padding was meant to comfort the patient; however, the straps showed a more sinister function. Again, she could see no exit. She placed the book she carried upon the operating table and flipped past the previous chapter. ‘A Surgeon’s Sanctuary.’

Abraxas had a well-rounded education. He would never shy away from a challenge, even if it involved some moral ambiguity. The thick walls muted the screams; the patient would emerge spry and cleansed of their maladies, or they wouldn’t emerge at all. Standing before the Lord Jesus Christ, Abraxas allowed himself to be judged before passing forward.

“Claudia? Is that you?” His confusion turned to anger. ”You are not meant to be here, Claudia!” She gasped and turned, gazing upon the furious apparition. He grasped a large meat cleaver as a he boomed. “You mustn’t wander!”
“How do you know my name?” She asked, meekly, confused as to why that was the only question to cross her mind.
“My dear, you are my wife! How might I forget your luscious lips, your svelte physique, your pert bosom… and your constant need to interrupt my work!” His volume increased. “I cannot have your prying eyes watching my every move! Get on the table or I shall have to do something drastic!”

She leaned to the holy symbol on the wall, about to attempt escape, but he raised the cleaver in response. Self-preservation moved her to lie on the table. She dropped the book, and allowed the specter’s chilling touch to guide her arms and legs into the bonds.

The specter crawled onto the table, straddling her. Claudia felt the something cold prodding her ladyhood; somehow, the ghost had physical form and it was violating her. She tensed and closed her eyes as he slid inside. She grunted and clenched her teeth as she felt the unnaturally large shaft parting her. God, it feels like someone’s arm is going into me! She opened her eyes and saw he was only barely in. “My God, please stop! I can’t take it!”

He glowered angrily. “No! I will fuck you into oblivion!” He pressed deeper, causing immense agony with each inch. Never before had she endured such a large man. She struggled and fought against her bindings, but could do nothing against the torture. It burns! It feels like he’s tearing me apart!

Then she felt a sudden pop inside of her. The intensity of pain increased two-fold. The large, supernatural man was fully inside of her. He’s in my cervix! She wailed and tried to slide upward on the table, but he only smiled and waited for her to stop. “Can you handle it, my dear? I am farther than I have ever been before.” He moved his hips slowly, sliding in and out as she cried and begged him to stop. “I will not, Claudia. I must put my child in your belly. I must have a son to carry on my heritage! That is all I ever wanted!”

He increased the pace, jabbing deeply into her body. She felt numb now, no longer fighting as he fucked her. Watching the large object inside of her press her skin upward with each thrust, she lay limply as he used her for his enjoyment. Abraxas grinned as he undid the restraints on her wrists, one after the other. “Embrace me, my dear.” She no longer wished to struggle – she placed her hands on the specter’s shoulders. She shivered as another chill wound its way through her body. With a mighty roar, the gruff, ghostly man buried his monstrous cock into her. She twinged, enduring his eruptions; her belly shook with each blast of sperm entering her.

Abruptly, the visage vanished. Claudia unclasped the bonds around her ankles and stood shakily. She felt between her legs, unsure of the damage, but noticed nothing unusual. She was tight and inviolate, it seemed. I’m still sore and feeling sullied, but I have no physical damage… Yet, I feel something in my belly. This concerns me greatly.

She snatched the book from the ground and stepped on different tiles in close proximity to the icon, searching for the trigger. With relief, she felt a click beneath her bare foot; the wall parted, opening into a pitch-black room. She stepped inside cautiously, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Suddenly a brazier in the center of the stone room roared to life. She shrieked; she stood inches away from a woman staring blankly. There were many women in a similar state, all staring ahead with an empty gaze.

Deeming them not to be a threat, she opened the book to the next chapter. ‘The Chaff.’

Mr. Hawthorne had no use for these harlots. He knew they were all distractions, but his carnal desires got the best of him from time to time. He knew that eventually he would be able to conjure his wife and pleasure her, as he had been unable to do before. He had no idea that his experiments would increase his organ to such a monstrosity. He only wished to please her, but instead, it broke her. She had died three days later and now she haunted Abraxas nightly.

One night, after an extended studying session, he was able to blur the lines between the realms of the living and the dead. Upset with his dear wife, he forced himself upon her. This time, in her near-corporeal form, she was able to accept his seed. Now fulfilled, Claudia wandered past the countless broken women her husband had used. She roamed the halls, biding her time until their progeny could be born into this world.