An Offering to the Kraken

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The ship listed to the left as they rode the incoming wave. It rocked back and forth, cutting through the stormy waters. She knew what they had planned for her. The savage captain had killed her parents and her younger sister, but kept her alive. She closed her eyes, but no sleep came. Time passed, waters calmed, and she could see a beam of sunlight peeking through the ceiling boards.

The door burst open. A greasy, heavy-set man came in first, directing his companion toward her. “We’re almost there, lass. Best get yer belly full before we roll in.” He sat an item wrapped in cloth on the floor and kicked it to her. Some pickled herring and a partial loaf of bread.
The second man was burly, with matted, jet-black hair. “We shouldn’t be wastin’ the food on her, Tom. Let’s just fuck her and let her find sustenance on our cocks.”
“Ya silly bastard! She’s got to be a maiden for this to work.”
“She’ll still be a maiden if she sucks us dry, Tom!”
“Aint worth it. The captain will gut us if he finds us stickin’ her.”
The strong man scoffed. “You’re so noble, fat man.”
“I may be fat, but I got the brains you tart!”

The two men bickered as they left. Thora thought back to her family, how they sat around drinking ale and celebrating their bountiful harvest. The pirates came for them that night; ships rolling in under the cover of darkness. They raided their seaside village, killing half of the townsfolk and stealing most of their food supply. Thora was their only captive. The captain had explained how he would use her as an offering to an ageless beast known as the Kraken. Thora had no idea what was to come, but she knew there was no escape.

Her chains clanked as she unwrapped the food and sank her teeth into the gooey vittles. The bread was hard, but reasonably fresh. This was one of the many spoils they had taken from her village. She ate the dry loaf and washed it down with some warm water. Sated and groggy, she finally was able to rest for a while as the creaking galleon rocked her to sleep.

The opening door startled her awake. The two men grabbed her pale arms and brought her to the upper deck. The sun burned her eyes after three days in relative darkness. The grizzled, sunbaked man wore a wine stained blouse underneath a gray overcoat. A well-cared cutlass hung from his lopsided belt. He eyed her with a dangerous smile. His weathered skin was hidden beneath a shiny salt and pepper beard.

“Do you see that island over there?” He spoke in her native tongue as he pointed to a prominent chunk of land on the horizon. “The beast I wish to summon has been spotted near these lands.” He walked slowly and proudly as he spoke. “We took from the village on the largest island and that is where I heard of the offering. Every ten years they offer a maiden to the monster from the deep in exchange for its protection.”

“An exotic virgin from the colder North will surely entice this monster to protect my ship.” He grinned, showing his yellowed teeth. “My name will live forever with a Kraken at my command.”

He allowed her to sit topside as they approached the vibrant tropical island. They dropped anchor and embarked on a rickety rowboat. The two men bickered once more as their boots sank into the wet sand. They pulled the boat onto shore and the captain led Thora down the coast. They came to a stone platform on the water’s edge, noticing an indigenous boy watching from the tree line.

“They won’t bother us since we’re offering to their god. Strip her and bind her over there.”
The two lackeys did as commanded, ripping away her clothes and leaving her alabaster skin exposed. They spun her around and sat her down on the stone pedestal, leaning against a massive stone in the center. They lifted the large rounded stone just enough to put her manacle chain underneath. Grunting, the duo dropped it and rejoined their leader a few steps away.

“Are you sure this will work? She don’t look very appetizing.”
“Of course it will!”
“I heard a lady’s juices will excite things, maybe we should get her goin’.”
The captain, Hernan, studied her for a moment. He walked closer and knelt in the water before her. He easily spread her legs and put out his tongue to explore her crimson bush. “You taste pretty nice down there – sweet like a strawberry!” He put his head back down and prodded her with his tongue. She fought, trying to repel the disgusting man, but she had never felt such sensations before. Small waves splashed against them as he continued. Soon the anger passed and she moaned as he pleased her.

Hernan got to his feet, leaving her wanting more of the amazing feeling. A wave rolled up upon her legs. The muscled man stared as the others passed. “That should bring it around. Too bad we can’t fuck her.” He stared longingly. The captain stopped and drew his cutlass. Without a word, he turned and rended the man’s chest. The lackey gripped the wound, stumbling away and falling upon his back in the sand.
“I do not care what you want. You are a simpleton and I am finished coddling you.” Hernan lifted his blade to strike again, but the bleeding man’s pitiful attempt to guard himself with his arms stopped him. “Perhaps the beast will feast on you as well.” The larger lackey’s eyes were wide with bewilderment. “Are you going to cause me a problem too?” Tom shook his head quickly. “Good, let’s get back to the ship.”

Waves splashed higher, cleaning away the stickiness between her legs. The wounded man gasped and grunted as he writhed in the sand a few yards away. The rowboat carrying two cast out, heading back to the ship. Thora watched her reflection in the surf. Her bright red hair and her grayish eyes had always turned heads. Her freckled shoulders prickled with the cold as she waited for her fate. She wondered if anything would come or if she would freeze to death out here. She felt the spray of cold salty water on her low hanging breasts. Her nipples hardened as she tried to recall thoughts of her family.

A deep sound roused her from her reflection. Another, louder low-pitched sound came. A shadow moved beneath the Spanish galleon – something enormous. She jumped as she watched a huge tentacle erupt from the water, rising well above the mighty ship. It hung in the air for a few moments before it fell back lifelessly, directly striking the middle of the ship. The masts splintered and snapped, collapsing as the giant gray feeler ripped through the body of the boat. Screams echoed across the water as another arm sprang up in a spray of brine, hitting the broken ship with another strike. Wood blasted horizontally, covering a vast area in remnants of the once mighty vessel. Few survivors clung to flotsam as the monster left them to their fate.

The men in the rowboat paddled frantically, attempting to return to land. The water below them quaked as a tentacle launched them high into the air. Both men flailed and howled as they fell down from a ridiculous height, disappearing into the waves. The wounded man called weakly for his former friend. Upon striking the water, however, the hurt man put his head back, closing his eyes as lay silently.

Thora clenched her eyes as she waited for the monster to come for her. Screams were intermittent now, as most of the pirates had been pulled under. She opened her eyes as she heard something. She saw a tentacle lifted high into the air, blocking her view of the afternoon sun. She howled as it fell, shaking the ground as it crushed the man who had fallen nearby. Sand sprayed in all directions, raining upon her as she turned away. The mighty feeler stayed in place as another shot from the water, landing on her other side. Once the sandy spray dissipated, she saw the monster’s body slide toward her from beneath the waves and she tried desperately to free herself, but the rock held firmly.

The Kraken pulled itself closer and out of the water, extending a smaller, slimy tube outward as it moved closer. Thora bucked and screamed as the long, arm-sized protrusion bounced against her closed legs. Suddenly the beast let out a low growl as it hit her legs with the soft extremity. She shook as it moved the cold, slimy limb between her legs, forcing them apart as it put the tip into her loins. Thora lost her breath as the beast penetrated her.

The translucent shaft widened and she watched countless black orbs sliding toward her. She felt small, squishy balls press into her opening. She scooted back, but the monster’s shaft was stuck in place, continuing to fill her with its eggs. Her belly raised as the orbs forced their way inside. She whimpered and squirmed as her belly filled. The experience didn’t hurt, it just seemed uncomfortable.

She thought back to the man’s tongue tracing her lower region. She felt the discomfort lessen and she grew warm. Her stomach had doubled, growing as large as her mother’s belly just before she had her sister. She moaned as she felt the unusual feeling rising in her body once again. With her arms still trapped, she leaned back and lifted her legs, allowing the monster to slide slightly deeper. The flow of eggs increased and she trembled with excitement, laughing as she felt an indescribable feeling wash over her entire body.

She opened her eyes to see her belly was high enough to block her view of the shaft. She leaned to the side and saw a very thick clump of eggs sliding toward her. She shook, trying desperately to avoid the unwelcome objects. A strong pressure moved between her legs, which built and built. Soon it felt unbearable, and after a wrenching pain, it finally slid past. A huge blob of eggs popped inside, causing her to let out a loud, anguished gasp. She felt the beast withdraw, slipping the slimy proboscis from her sore opening. She watched as the enormous feelers slid back into the water, moving a large amount of the white sand along with them. The greenish-blue water was hazy as the beast slipped under the surf and vanished with one quick, deep howl.

Grunting, using all of her might, she was unable to push the eggs free. Her stomach towered above her; it was larger than she thought possible. An eerie silence fell across the area. The sounds of the rolling waves were relaxing after such a horrifying display. The wooden debris thumped occasionally, and she could see bodies bobbing in the distant water. She felt tired and weak as she tried and failed again to release the objects. Her eyes drifted shut and she slipped into darkness.
 
She awoke to the sound of many men grunting behind her. She felt her arm bindings move and she instinctually pulled, finally free from beneath the boulder. She turned to see five sun-kissed young men standing around the rock, pleased at their strength. One of the chains links was bent, allowing them to disconnect it. The broken manacles remained, but now she could move her arms independently. The men spoke in a foreign tongue, but one knew a few words.

“Special.” He pointed to her and then to her belly.
Thora groaned painfully. “Help me.”
The man handed her a clay mug filled with fresh water. “Drink.”

Thora was incredibly thirsty as she gulped it down in four swigs. She wasn’t sure what would happen now. Every chance of leaving the island was gone, but at least she was alive. She felt a tinge of pain and wondered how long that would last.

“Return.” The man smiled, nodding quickly. “Soon.” A few men on the outer ring started back toward the trees.
“I don’t… j-just help me get this out!” She pleaded.
“Stay here.” The remaining men turned, leaving her alone again on the stone pedestal. Thora tried to move, but the sheer weight and size of her belly made it impossible. After a long struggle, she rolled to her side and fell back asleep as the sun warmed her pale skin.

The sun was setting when she awoke. She spied a group of natives approaching, thirty or forty young men, all completely naked. Clearly confused, the man who spoke a few words of Danish tried to help her understand. “Ritual.” He placed a hand on her outstretched stomach as the men encircled her.

“Please… no.” The shooting pain lessened into a constant ache, and she still felt immensely tired. She could see their stiff cocks and she was afraid of what would come next.
“Ritual and… and free.” The man struggled to construct the phrase.
“Free?” She groaned as she laid back. “I don’t have much of a say, do I?” She put her arms down and waited. “Be gentle.” Thora hoped they understood.

The men hoisted her into the sand and onto her hands and feet. They tilted her forward upon her belly, at an angle that kept her rump held high. Some men lined up while others stood to watch, all stroking themselves. The talkative man was at the front of the line. He offered his cock with a smile.

Thora pursed her lips and nodded before she opened wide and let him enter her mouth. The man moaned as he pressed in and out in a slow motion. Suddenly he gasped and pulled out, trotting around behind her. He pushed into her surprisingly resilient vagina and pumped only twice before he shot his load against the wall of eggs inside her.

Another man stepped up and she licked him in the same manner. This man, after a moment, stepped behind her casually and slipped his member into her ass. Thora reached back, rolling forward onto her shoulder, pressing her head against the cool sand. She complained, begging him to stop as she waved her arm wildly. The man pushed in with a loud groan of pleasure. He fucked her as another man stepped forward and pulled her shoulders, lifting her head back up to waist level. He stifled her complaints with his cock and the man behind followed her ass as it moved, continuing to pound her.

The man in her ass slowed and pushed in deeply before he withdrew and quickly stuck it in her pussy. He too shot his seed as deep as he could go with the eggs in place. The process continued for what seemed like an eternity. Some men went directly in the front while others stuck it in her tighter asshole first. Some couldn’t swap holes fast enough and shot it in her butt. Thora had no choice, accepting every man’s seed as they took turns using her. Some men finished in her more than once. She was surprised how little had come out as they continued. It was almost as if their seed was being absorbed by the eggs somehow.

The group of men continued into the night, illuminated by torch light. Thora closed her eyes and tried to think of a better time from back home. She would find orgasm from time to time, and try to cast her mind elsewhere when not feeling pleasure. She was sore all over when she noticed no one was using her mouth to dampen their organ. She was elated to see men leaving and the men who stayed were no longer hard. The last man finished in her sore pussy and they rolled her over, putting her back upon the pedestal before they left, laughing and speaking in a foreign tongue.

Sleep found her easily after the relentless use of her body. The midmorning sun hurt her eyes when she awoke. Small waves rolled upon the shore, and it rolled against her gargantuan stomach as she sat against the stone. Her stomach seemed somehow bigger than the previous night and she felt movement inside. It was terrifying to watch bulges appear momentarily as the creatures inside tried to find a way out. This lasted for a long time until she felt overwhelming urgency to release.

A blast of water came from between her legs, relieving the pressure. She felt many small creatures wriggling as they moved lower in her midsection. She felt a cold slap as they hit her inner thighs. Numerous small creatures flopped in the sand until the wave came to pull them into the ocean. She started counting them to keep herself distracted from the strange sensation of being emptied. About fifty of them, she thought, all about the size of her fist, and all looked like tiny versions of the enormous monster from the previous day.

Some were very small, she noticed, and they stayed close to the shore while the others swam out of sight. Her stomach was nearly back to normal, but she could still feel a few inside her that weren’t moving. Before she could try to get them out, however, another wave hit and she saw a smaller creature between her legs. She was shocked as the baby kraken pushed her ass open and wriggled inside. She gasped as it snaked its way through her insides.

She tried to stand, but slipped on the wet stone, her cushy rump hitting the sand and her legs spread in front of her. The small creatures saw their opportunity and jostled for positon, slipping into her rump one by one. It happened quickly, and she tried to grab a few of the monsters, but they were slippery and all of them passed through her grasp. She gave up after a minute of frustration, and guessed about twenty of them had gone back inside by the end. It felt oddly pleasant, if she wanted to be honest.

Her offspring writhed in her ass, and she decided to accept the feeling by touching herself. Her belly hung low once again as she rolled onto her hands and knees. She rubbed her button as they shifted. She opened her eyes to see the Dutch-speaking tribesman approaching and she continued to pleasure herself as she looked into his eyes. She howled with delight as the man watched. She could see her skin pressing outward as the tiny creatures nestled inside her.

She lay on her side in the warm sand. It took a while before they settled and allowed her to think straight. “Why did they go back in?”
“Mother.” He pointed at her before pointing between her legs. “Not ready for sea.”
“So I keep them in me for another day then I’m free?”
He nodded. “Free until next time.” He smiled warmly.
“N-next time?”
He rubbed her belly with her cold, wet belly with his warm hand. “Many more times.”

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.

Closure

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They came to the center room of the labyrinth. It had taken hours before they found the colossal doors, but once open they saw a vast room, which housed countless creatures ripped right out of myth and fantasy. The beasts watched silently as a portion of the group entered.  “Come down here and face me. I can sense you hiding in the rafters!” Monica yelled.

The small, half-human, half-goat dropped with unusual grace before he shuffled closer. “My question to you, sweetling, is how you managed to find me.” Monica readied a ball of flame, but the demon halted her. “It does not matter, but I do wish to remind you that I could unleash my entire army upon you and then you would cause no more troubles.”

Trisha cleared her throat and put a hand upon her pregnant belly, smiling as her enormous progeny revealed itself, squeezing through the giant doorway. The towering mound of flesh flailed its tentacles, letting out a high-pitched shriek. Suddenly the people and monsters in the demon’s makeshift army began murmuring. Trisha beamed, “the more he eats, the bigger he gets.”

“I only watch. I cause no troubles.” He eyed the humongous mound of quivering flesh and snaking tentacles. “We must protect ourselves!” The small half-man danced away.

Trisha’s creature whipped anything that came into range, sending the assailants flying like rag-dolls. It occasionally drew one into its maw before resuming the defensive strikes. The beast was easily holding its ground, and the opposition now kept their distance. The floor shook as a massive Cyclops lumbered closer. It paused before launching a fist at the tentacle monster. A tendril lashed out in quick response, averting his strike.

The monsters fought in a spectacular display, mesmerizing the crowd for a time. A tentacle shot past the giant’s arm, causing it to stumble and grunt. A scream erupted from the enormous woman piled against a nearby wall. Trisha found a sword from a creature’s corpse and walked with purpose. She looked up to see the immobile dark-skinned woman watching the fight with visible concern. Trisha knew how she could help her child win. She brought the sword low and gave repeated jabs into her side. Her gasps were soft, but the opposing giant heard. The Cyclops turned to his mother and offered an opening; Trisha’s progeny wrapped a feeler around its neck and strangled it in front of the crowd.

Heidi chose to reveal herself now, coming from the opposite direction, toppling a large portion of the wall onto a section of the opposing army. This was the breaking point, as most of the demon’s creatures ran, seeking any way to escape the carnage. Some remained and they all began fighting in smaller groups.

“I’ll keep that fucking demon at bay.” Monica ran ahead, launching small balls of fire into the rafters.

Trisha’s monster continued to decimate the enemies, until suddenly it stopped. All of the tentacles fell lifeless. She rushed closer, hoping to understand what was happening, as it started shaking. It sank in the center, and Trisha cursed at the ghostly woman who passed from her progeny’s body. The once mighty creature collapsed lifeless. Trisha slashed wildly at the specter, but it ignored her as it watched a nearby melee, impervious to her blows.

A big-eyed girl with puffy breasts and a tiny frame lay helpless as large two-legged beasts encircled her. One was halfway inside of her as another older woman watched with a proud expression. “No, no, it’s too muuuch!” The creature somehow disappeared into her wet and sticky loins. Another lined up and nuzzled her apart. She struggled, but she was weak and helpless. Without warning a centaur bounded from behind and speared the motherly ginger woman. Her beasts did not seem to care, as they continued to force themselves into the young blonde girl upon the floor.

The centaur watched with sadness as he drew his spear back and skewered the two creatures that hadn’t found their way into Fiona’s now swollen body. He had no inkling of how he could help her. The girl writhed as the beasts moved inside her.

A group of cultists entered the room behind Heidi. They used large grappling hooks on her shoulders, and cut at her ankles. They quickly overwhelmed her and caused her to topple backwards, crushing some of them beneath her. Hurt and dazed, she did not understand what they were pressing in between her legs. She only figured it out when she started shrinking. She felt like she was on fire, as her whole body became smaller, while retaining her petite figure. Once the process finally stopped, she found herself to be about a foot tall. One of the remaining cultists grinned and brought his foot down upon her.

A woman with seductive blue eyes and a dimpled grin carried a limbless woman. She also sported an erect organ, which seemed out of place amidst the battle. She kissed the helpless woman in her arms passionately before placing her upon a smooth section of broken stone at the corner of the room. The freckled woman smiled at her lover, her perky breasts and slight belly looked silky and smooth as she lay on her comfortable rump, ready to be taken. Rita waved to the confused centaur. It approached.

“We do not need to fight. We only wish to love one another. Piper is yours!”
Piper was suddenly unwilling. “No, you are the only one I want, he’s too much!”
Rita shushed her. “It’s okay, he will give you a child and then he will be with us.”

The half-man’s cock grew. He debated for a moment before he lost his sensibilities. He cast his spear aside and trotted closer to the pedestal. He prodded until he felt her warmth. Piper yelled and rocked back and forth as the horse-cock opened her painfully.

“Go all the way in.” Rita whispered from beside as she held the amputated woman. “She can’t stop you.”

As she said, he pushed deeper, putting his front legs ahead of her, keeping her in place as Rita moved aside. Grudgingly, she took his whole shaft. Rita used the opportunity to find her hidden sword and cut the centaur’s throat. The beast grunted as he continued for a couple of pumps before partially collapsing upon her. His legs buckled, but leaned against a broken slab of stone, saving the woman beneath him from being crushed.

After they thought him dead, his cock suddenly convulsed, shooting his seed deep inside of Piper. Her belly bulged outward due to his immense body just above her. “He came after you killed him! That… That is horrible!” Rita turned to leave. “Wait, you can’t just leave me down here! Help me!”

Rita walked away, ignoring the girl’s pleas. She passed the youthful girl who had taken three of Dianne’s beasts. She breathed laboriously as her belly swelled and shifted. Rita squatted and whispered into her ear. “You see, when those things go in they require a man’s seed to grow to their next stage. They will wait for a long time, but they won’t come out until they get it. Too bad their previous father died. I guess you’ll have those in there for a while.” Rita patted her hair before continuing.

She could see a pregnant woman sitting in the corner, sword in hand. “Let me have your ass and I won’t kill you.” Rita knew what monster was in her belly.
“No.” The woman stood and readied herself.

Rita made a feint and brought her sword around with a hard strike. Trisha lost her grip and watched her sword fly to the floor. Rita grabbed her arm and spun her around. She dropped her own sword and walked the burdened woman into the wall, pressing her against the stone. “I think I’ll just take your ass instead.”

The pregnant woman struggled, but Rita easily held her wrists with one hand. She licked her fingers and prepared the girl’s beautiful ass. Rita guided her cock between the bouncy cheeks. She relished the pleasure, also enjoying the girl’s fruitless struggling. “Your ass is mine and I’m going to take… every… bit!” She timed her words with her strokes. Trisha tensed and grunted, taking the discomfort without complaint.

Rita made sure no one was sneaking up on them before she moved her legs apart for stability. She slammed the girl, forcing her to place her hands upon the wall for balance. Rita held her hips, enjoying the girl’s defiant sideways glare as her belly and milk-filled breasts swayed in time with her strokes.

“Finish in the front.” Trisha said as she watched her aggressor.
“Nope, I know what that damned thing does.” Rita patted the girl’s belly. “I’m going to squirt every drop into your ass!” Rita lasted a short time longer until she felt her cock shooting streams of her seed into the girl’s supple backside. Trisha frowned, disgusted by the feeling.

“I had a monster fuck me and now I’m carrying its child.” She paused, scowling at her dominant, “but feeling you in my ass is far worse.”
Rita smiled broadly, her dimples gave her a misleading warmth. “Well, if you don’t stay here then I will…” Trisha smiled uncaringly as she watched water flowing up Rita’s legs. Her belly ballooned outward before their eyes.

Trisha laughed, “I think it’s your turn to see what it’s like to have an ass full. Say hello to Lindsay.”

Rita stepped in different directions, struggling to find a way to stop the water creature’s entrance. “I can’t handle it all!” Rita’s belly sagged to her thighs. Her enormous tummy now dominated her tall, slender frame. Her cock grew erect beneath her belly yet again. She stumbled heavily to the wall, where she leaned as the last few drops went inside. She slowed her breathing and awkwardly reached her sword. “I can do this.” She shuffled away from the wall, heading back toward the fighting. Her belly rumbled, and Rita buckled to the floor after a few paces. She dropped her weapon and rested on her hands and knees.

“No, no, no! Stop moving!” She slapped her belly, attempting to endure the pain. That, however, caused Lindsay to swirl inside of her. Rita’s hanging belly rocked violently as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her hard features turned soft as her lip quivered. Her erect cock let out long streams of cum onto the ground. The girl’s cock continued to pulse as she gasped, her belly continually moving. “Sto-“ she whispered, “it- it’s too much.” The inflated girl rolled onto her back, overtaken as she tearfully suffered through the feelings.

Cassie watched and waited, scanning for the best opportunity to assist Monica with the true threat. She hated seeing others fall, but she had to stay focused. It is all a dream; it will all be over once we stop the demon. She saw the satyr leap from the burning rafters. “Stop, stop!” He held his arms high.

Monica’s full figure basked in the glow of the fire that she created. It floated above her hand, ready to snap forward at her command. Her fiery hair and stony glare showed that she was ready to slay him. “This is your end, demon.”

The goat-man held up his arm in ineffectual defense. “I am not the mak-“
Monica sent the orb of fire directly at his chest. The mythical man writhed upon the stone, screaming in agony until he was lifeless.

Claudia, the phantom woman, had observed the entire event. She let out a blood-chilling wail. “My son!”

Monica turned and lobbed another fireball at the ghostly woman. Instead of passing through, it hit as intended, causing her to burst into flame. She shrieked and wailed until the fire faded and she passed from this realm.

Trisha approached weakly. “Why aren’t we awake?” She looked around questioningly. “Why did you have to kill the ghost? Didn’t you say it was bad to die in here?”
“She was too loud, more monsters might come.” Monica turned her blemish-free face to watch Trisha.
“What does that matter if the dream stops?”
“But it hasn’t,” Cassie approached, arrow still knocked, but not pulled. “She is the demon.”
Monica gave a gentle smile. “Why would you think such a terrible thing?”
“You kill too easily, and you have powers that no one else does.”
“I am granted powers by knowing this is a dream and I kill for the same reason.”
Trisha spoke without expression. “You brought us here to end this, but it’s not over. You manipulated us all. They only fought because you hunted their leader.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Of course it does.” Trisha continued. “They dream too, they just took a different path.”

Monica sighed as she blasted a cone of fire upon Trisha. She stumbled backwards, flailing as the fire engulfed her. Cassie stepped back in shock. Monica turned and shot a small bolt of flame, which Cassie dodged, but lost her weapon in the process.

“Okay, you found me. But you should know that this isn’t the first time.” She grinned devilishly, “I draw you all here and watch you struggle amongst yourselves and it gives me the greatest pleasure knowing I can control you so easily. And once you die it will reset and I can do whatever my heart desires. This isn’t the first time you’ve figured it out, either. But, you should know I’m always careful not to leave any loose ends.”

Monica walked closer to the pained blonde girl with the monsters moving in her belly. “See, this one acts timid and shy, but she loves getting filled. “One time she was fucked by a dragon!” Monica laughed as she grabbed a sword from the ground and dropped it on her neck. She paid no mind to the dying woman as she continued on to the pained woman with an erect organ. “In these dreams Rita is always the passionate one. Maybe she should have been a man, because she always ends up with a cock.”

The woman with perfect skin and glorious red hair stood above Rita. “Looks like you’re having some trouble. Need some help?” The alluring woman lowered herself, sliding the woman’s shaft into her hands-free. She stopped just past the tip. “You’re about to explode aren’t you?” Monica wrapped her hands around the full-bellied woman. “I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.” She pushed down, tightening her grip as the shaft pressed in entirely.

Suddenly the redheaded vixen released her grasp, her mouth open with confusion. She reached back, but Rita grappled her, holding her close as Lindsay flowed and into Monica. Rita shook as she held her the woman in place upon her, attempting to refrain from climax. Her belly shrank as Monica’s filled. “Looks like you’re having trouble.” She grinned at the pained woman. “You’re about to explode, aren’t you?”

“How can she do that? She shouldn’t be able to go into me! I make the god damned dream!” Monica’s soft, pliable breasts rested upon Rita’s face as she held her firmly. The feeling was too much, and Rita’s organ shook with orgasm, added even more to the inflating woman. Seconds later, Lindsay was inside her entirely. Monica arose with a ball of flame levitating over her hand. “Get her out of me or I will end you.”

Cassie jumped to grab her bow and arrow, and thanks to Monica’s encumbrance, she was able to launch an arrow before the woman could direct the element. The arrow landed in her chest, causing her to stagger. She let out an inhuman wail as she launched the ball of flame onto the stone wall. Cassie hurriedly fired another arrow. Monica crumpled and her shrieking slowed until there was only silence.

Darkness came in an instant. Cassie’s eyes opened. She looked around, relieved to be at home, lying next to her husband.

Dianne

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The man still followed. The dark eyed humanoid with silver hair had been stalking her for hours. He didn’t say a word, only staring as he matched her pace. When she ran, so did he. When she sat, so did he. He always kept his distance, until now, however. He stopped by a doorway and waited for her to notice. Once he was sure that Dianne saw what he wanted, he went inside. Her curiosity got the better of her. She stepped through the open doorway, only to have it slam shut behind her.

The silvery-haired man blocked her exit, smiling as he slowly stepped closer. Dianne backtracked. “What do you want from me?” Naked as they were, she knew he was certainly after her body, but she tried not to contemplate that. The man merely pointed over her shoulder in response.

Dianne turned to see five small beasts lying in the far corner of the room. The man whistled, which roused the monsters. They stood on two legs. Loose, pink skin sagged across their sturdy frame. Their mouths opened in a snarl as they moved closer. They reminded her of large, misshapen bipedal rats.

One darted around her as another bullied her backwards slowly. It lunged, causing her to trip over the other creature. She rested on her elbows as the monsters snapped and growled in every direction.
“Help me!” She squealed.
The man behind her waited wordlessly as they assailed her.

One beast moved closer and nipped her ankle. She pulled away as it repeated the process with the opposite ankle. Without thinking, she had spread her legs wide, trying to escape the mongrel’s quick bites. It turned and pounced into her mound. Suddenly damp, the beast worked its snubbed nose in between her lower opening, spreading her as it pressed with force. With its head inside, she reached down and tried to pull it out, but it used its powerful legs to continue wriggling into her.  She couldn’t stop it from pressing its midsection inside of her. Somehow, she was spreading to accept the larger creature.

It quickly disappeared into the shocked woman. Dianne sat stunned as another creature darted between her legs and parted her lips, slipping inside with unrealistic ease. Then another came and vanished, leaving her more lubricated with each newcomer. Her belly swelled with the weight of the beasts as a fourth pushed inside with lightning speed. She knew it was wrong, but she coaxed the final creature; it paused before lunging into her saturated entrance. She moaned loudly with unexpected excitement.

She seemed to reconnect to reality. Standing clumsily, she gasped as she watched her burdened belly move and shift as the monsters inside jostled for a comfortable position. Her legs were soaked and she could not distinguish what came from her and what came from the beasts. The man reminded her of his presence, stepping behind her and holding her hips.

He kept as silence, but she knew what he wanted. Dianne leaned forward, accepting his shaft easily. She was unimaginably wet as he pounded her. She was coming closer to orgasm, but he surprised her by finishing too quickly. “No! Please keep going!” She tried to continue, but once spent he slipped out and stepped back to the wall.

She turned to yell at him, but was halted by a feeling of growth in her belly. She stumbled forward and put a palm against the wall, pressing a finger into her bush as she felt something pushing its way out. The pleasure was indescribable. She was right on edge, but a creature’s head popped out, causing her to lose it. In a panic, she held its mouth shut and forced it back inside. It struggled as she held her legs closed, supporting herself against the wall as she edged closer and closer. It shook violently, causing her to sway as she held her legs together tightly. The euphoria took her over, making the whole ordeal worthwhile. She quaked with delight as the creatures moved beneath her skin. Moments after finishing she allowed the beast to open her legs.

Dianne was disturbed to feel the large monsters parting her wider than she had ever expected. They plopped onto the ground with a wet slap. She watched her stomach shrink as they exited. One by one until the fifth and final beast fell to the floor. They were larger and darker skinned now. The monsters turned to her and watched. Dianne turned to the man.

“They’re ours now.” Before she could question, the man stepped through the door and ventured down the hall. She opted to follow, as the beasts fell in line behind her. The man led them for what seemed to be an hour. She was tired and sore when they finally came to their destination. He opened a door to reveal a large gathering. The expansive hall had vaulted ceilings and distant walls. Humans and monsters were engaged in an unreal orgy. Scores of cultists had their way with creatures out of fables and nightmares.

A Cyclops drew her attention as he knelt awkwardly. His neck craned against the ceiling as he pressed his enormous cock into the slovenly black woman. Dianne guessed that she must weigh hundreds of pounds. She can’t possibly be able to move like that. The mythical beast gripped her flowing flesh as he slipped his organ into her. The woman’s plentiful midsection roiled as the beast filled her with its seed. Her folds of fat pressed outward as he blasted the liquid into her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she burst at any moment. Dianne had to turn away from the sight.

She followed the man into the madness. No one seemed to mind as she observed. One wispy woman had her own phallus. Sweat beaded on her face as she fucked the limbless, freckled redhead beneath her upon the floor. She was relentless, showing no restraint as the helpless girl moaned in pain and pleasure.

The equipped girl turned to Dianne. Her strong cheekbones and commanding green eyes gave her a unsaid dominance. She slipped her shaft from the maimed girl and turned her large cock to Dianne.

“No, come back! Please! I was almost there!” The orange-haired girl with soft lips and ample breasts called. She used her shoulders to rock back and forth upon her well-formed behind, completely helpless.

The slender woman paid no attention. She placed her hands on Dianne’s hips. They both glanced to the man she had been following. He smiled with a gentle nod. Dianne started to step away, but the woman’s soft hands gave her a small sense of calm in this place. Instead, she decided to open her legs slightly and allow the woman’s cock into her already damp opening. They stood fucking for a short time before the man told them to lie down. Dianne went upon her stomach as the smaller girl positioned herself atop her.

“Take her ass, Rita.”
“Gladly!”

Dianne felt the damp cock pull free before sliding into her backdoor. Surprised, she tensed and struggled, but the girl was stronger than she imagined. The organ moved deeper and deeper as she lay in agony. Eventually, the entire thing was in and the pain began to lessen. Rita rolled them both over, holding her arms and keeping her legs open. Dianne was helpless as she felt something pressing into her open pussy. She looked down to see one of the two-legged monsters trying to press into her again.

“No, wait, I can’t take it again!”

She was more wet than she realized, as the beast pressed in easily. Her stomach swelled upward. Below, Rita still grappled her, humping her ever so subtly. As she feared, another parted her. They had grown since their first entry, so this seemed to defy logic. The beasts lined up and pushed inside one by one. Her belly expanded before her eyes. The girl beneath her didn’t seem to mind, as she stayed in place and moved her hips slowly, pressing her shaft in and out a small amount. The fifth beast wriggled through her soggy lips and found an unclaimed space in her belly.

The man, standing above her, smirked with a knowing glare. He moved into place between her legs and pressed his cock inside, and by some stretch of the imagination, it found a way in. Dianne felt many things moving in her midsection as the man fucked her. The girl beneath her kept her in place, as she too had her way with the burdened woman. Dianne felt things that she had never imagined as her lovers moved in unison. Her belly rocked as they moved faster and faster until she felt the man filling her again. He stepped away and watched as Rita continued to rail her deeply.

“Fuck, wait, just go back in for a second and let me cum!”
“You have to wait.” Rita whispered. Dianne grunted as Rita moved slower, with controlled, full strokes.

Frustration was building, as Dianne wanted nothing more than to vigorously rub herself to completion while the girl used her ass and the monsters nestled in her bloated belly. She could feel something shift as the beasts moved lower in her abdomen. She felt them spreading her open, crawling from her lower regions. There was a wet noise as one slapped onto the floor. It arose and walked aside, now even larger, roughly the size of a mid-range dog.

Dianne teetered on the edge of climax as the second spilled from her. Rita moved as deep as she could and began unloading into her ass. The third monster slipped onto the ground as she did, and her belly was shrinking with each monster to exit. She could feel the final two jostling for position. Suddenly she felt immense pressure. She couldn’t distinguish between pain and pleasure as the two monsters both tried to come out at once. Her hands still restrained, Dianne groaned loudly, unable to resist the overwhelming orgasm. The beasts slid a little more and slipped free, spreading her unnaturally wide as they breached her entrance. Both moved to her side as she lay limply upon Rita.

“Eventually they will be much larger, my pet.” The man assisted her to stand. She breathed heavily, recovering from the ordeal. Rita nodded with a smile to the man before she moved back to the limbless girl upon the ground. The maimed girl watched with hope as her dominator returned.

It grew colder as a hush fell upon the room. Dianne turned to see a spectral woman materialize at the far end of the room. “Everyone! We have intruders in these halls. They seek to end our revelry and punish us! We must give pause and ready ourselves to meet their assault!”

The silver-haired man stepped beside her. “We must prepare.”
“I don’t know.”
“Your beautiful blue eyes give me purpose. I cannot allow them to maim you.”
She watched him for a moment. The entire time he followed me because he adores me? “You flatter me, but I am afraid.”
“I as well, but we must show no fear. They do not understand that we simply love one another!” He brushed a finger across her cheek. “They fear that which they do not understand.”

Dianne didn’t know why she felt compelled to help, but she knew it was the right thing to do.

Monica

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She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the enormous erect cock. It looked as long and as thick as one of her legs. The Minotaur stepped forward and spun her around. She braced herself against the wall, removing the tangle from her manacles, placing her palms against the cold stone. She could feel his warm head prodding between her legs. The mythical beast snorted as it guided the tip into her moist lower lips. As usual, she was unprepared for his immense size. I can take it, though. Somehow, I know it won’t really hurt me. She lost her breath as he slipped in, chasing her forward. Stabbing pain caused her face to contort and her teeth to clench. Pressed against the wall, Monica could do nothing as the Minotaur eased his massive organ into her womanhood. She gasped loudly as she felt him bottom out.

Now, it was just a game of endurance. She grunted as he slid back and pushed in again. He’s fucking huge! There is no way to prepare for this! He started a rhythm, pulling out almost completely before pressing in to the hilt. He moved slowly, allowing her to feel every inch. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was starting to enjoy the pain. He drew back, but this time it slipped. Without warning, the damp organ snaked its way into her ass. “Oh, fuck, stop! It’s…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as he pressed his meat into her unprepared backdoor.

It was so wet that it slid in effortlessly. Pain enveloped her as she accepted his pulsing cock deep into her bowels. She couldn’t breathe, skewered on his shaft as she was. She tensed and grimaced, smacking the wall in agony. The beast snorted and drew back, stopping for a moment. She tried not to move, but she couldn’t resist the urge to clench in pain.

That sent him over the edge. She whimpered as he held her hips and hoisted her, pumping her a few times before blasting his seed into her tight ass. Her belly shot outward in bursts as he orgasmed. Buried in her rump, he continued to fill her belly, causing it to balloon outward against the wall. His limp cock slid from between her cheeks, slapping against his leg.

The beast grunted as it lumbered away, leaving her used and broken in the depressing, poorly lit room.

She crumpled to the floor, allowing his thick cream to flow onto the stone. As usual, the cultists came to feed and clean her. She knew that the Minotaur would be back the following day. I should be thankful that I am not pregnant with a monster. It has used me for more days than I can count. They left her alone with her thoughts.

Sometime later, she heard footsteps approach. She wondered why someone would come so soon. The tall wooden door squeaked as a square-shouldered blonde woman entered the room. A mousy young girl came in next, followed by a very curvy woman composed of… water? Monica regarded the nude women warily. “Who are you?”

Cassie introduced herself, setting her bow on the floor. “And this is Fiona and Lindsay.” Don’t be fooled by Lindsay, she’s not a monster, she’s… harboring a water nymph as unbelievable as that sounds.”

“I just got ass-fucked by a Minotaur; I am open to believing strange things. I’m Monica. Get the keys from the wall and unchain me.”

Fiona trotted to the post and grabbed the lone key. She uncuffed the prisoner and hugged her. “We’re going to find a way out of here.”

Monica rubbed her wrists. She noticed her previously manacled wrist lacked the symbol. “Holy shit, that makes sense! I knew something was off, but I couldn’t…” She noticed their confused stares and decided to elaborate. “I learned a trick a few years ago to put a mark on my hand and watch for it when I was awake. That taught me to check for it when I was asleep too. That allows me to see if I’m dreaming or not.” She laughed as they still looked dumfounded. “It means that this is a dream!”

Cassie shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around it. “That can’t…”

“I know it doesn’t feel like it, but think about it. Where were you before you came here?”

Fiona has sudden realization. “In bed!”

Lindsay nodded. “I am from a different plane, but I too remember going dormant.”

“I mean, how else could I take a cock that was half my size and not be severely injured?”

“Fiona did…” Cassie paused, suddenly thoughtful of Fiona’s privacy. “Well, she was pregnant for only a few days before it came. That does seem unbelievable, like most stuff in here.”

“A centaur.” Fiona sighed. “It hurt so much coming out, but I’m okay too.”

“What happened to it?”

“I don’t know, it ran away after a few days. I hope it’s okay.” The youthful girl sighed.

They spent hours discussing the implications, contemplating ideas of how to escape their shared dream. They agreed that there had to be some way to break out, but they had no idea how to do it. They also agreed that dying in the dream wasn’t an option.

Tapping echoed from beyond the doorway. Monica gasped. “The Minotaur is coming back!”

“How do we fight it?” Cassie’s blue eyes betrayed her fear.

“No, you three need to hide. It’s too powerful.”

“There has to be a way! We can’t just let it hurt you!” Fiona begged.

“It’s just a dream!” Hooves tapped as the monster approached. “Just wait until it finishes and it will be weaker. I’ll be fine. Ambush it when I say so, okay?” Monica reattached the manacles to her wrists.

Lindsay agreed as she melted to the floor, hiding in plain sight. Cassie picked up her bow and directed Fiona to the shadows. “We’ll be here for you, promise.” She gave a regretful glance as she moved to the out of sight.

Cassie watched, shocked by the size of the bull-like human that stepped into the room. It sniffed the air for a moment before it moved closer to the captured woman with fiery red hair. Monica was just as buxom as Lindsay, though Monica’s breasts looked natural. She was slightly chubby, but the weight dispersed evenly between her breasts and posterior. Her tummy was nearly flat and her hourglass figure certainly enticed many men. Her seductive eyes and smooth skin actually made Cassie a little jealous.

The Minotaur growled as it licked between her formed buttocks. It arose and held her as it searched for entrance. She screamed as the beast slid between her damp lower opening. “No, it’s my ass again! Go in the front!” Monica whimpered. Cassie felt conflicted. I feel bad for her, but part of me enjoys watching it hurt her. Cassie knew that she would be fine afterward, so she allowed herself to enjoy the spectacle.

The beast ignored her pleas. It pressed in entirely and waited. It grumbled and grabbed the chains that restrained Monica to the wall. The monster yanked the chains, causing the metal links to bend and break. Only the links between her arms remained. He draped the chains over his head and wore her like a pendant. The beast held her close with one hand as he walked to the wall sat with a thud.

Monica struggled and jerked on the restraints as she slid lower upon his gargantuan shaft. Monica faced away from him. Cassie watched her voluminous breasts sway as she tried to break free. It was futile, as her movement only helped his cock go deeper. She finally stopped as the entire organ had disappeared inside her. The tip of his dick caused her belly to bulge outward. Monica looked abruptly defiant as she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth.

The monster gave a loud grunt as he tensed. From beneath her skin they could see the liquid blast from his cock. It sprayed, pushing her belly upward before settling at the bottom. Her smooth tummy grew larger and larger as the beast filled her.

“N-now!”

An arrow stuck into the Minotaur’s arm. He snorted and got to his feet faster than anticipated. The chain draped around the monster’s neck kept Monica’s arms held high. His semi-flaccid organ bent slightly before disappearing once again into her ass. Her hefty belly still retained his seed, causing it, as well as her long dangling legs, to pendulum forward and back as he stepped. The weight kept his cock in place as a stopper. He charged Cassie as she knocked another arrow.

Knowing she would be a few seconds too slow, Cassie braced. She was shocked as an eruption of water launched her aside. The beast’s horn cracked as its head collided with the stone wall. It stumbled and shook off the pain before turning to the soaked archer upon the ground. It lumbered closer, raising a fist, preparing to squish her.

Cassie barely reacted in time, rolling aside from his strike. He raised his arm again, but instead he stumbled forward. The monster whined as it leaned against the wall with outstretched hands. Cassie took the opportunity to recover her bow and plant another arrow into the side of the monster’s head. It toppled onto its side, thankfully not falling on top of Cassie. No longer impaled upon his cock, thick cream poured from Monica’s privates. They unlocked her shackles and helped her into the hall.

“How did you stop him?” Fiona asked with doe eyes.

“I can’t change the dream, but I can give it a nudge. I just imagined that I was squeezing his… thing with all of my might.” The curvy redhead gave a wicked grin. She put a hand on Cassie’s shoulder. “Come on, I think I know how we can get out of here.”

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.

The Observer

Standard

This room was vastly larger than the rest. Ornate chandeliers hung from the vaulted roof. Elegant pillars were spaced evenly on either side of the hall. Two cloth-covered stone altars sat at the head of the room. There were racks on opposite sides of the altars, both holding around a hundred tall, slowly burning, red candles. From his perch, he watched as the cultists carried their expectant captive. She had all of her limbs removed and her belly swelled out, noting her long pregnancy. How odd that she is still captive inside of her.

Four men carried the girl and another led the procession. They sat her upon a stone altar at the head of the room. They removed her gag as they encircled her. “Please, there is something inside of me!” She wailed, but the cultists ignored her warnings. Four more cultists appeared, carrying another fruitful captive; this one, however, still had her limbs. Her belly bulged with the beast’s seeds. That one is Trisha. They placed her upon another altar. She protested and struggled, but she was weak and burdened, and soon she went limp once again.

The leader began chanting and all of the other cultists joined him. The leader drew his dagger and brought it high above the first girl’s belly. Piper. Water erupted from between the stumps where her legs had been. The cultist lowered his blade and, with mild surprise, he walked upon the damp floor. He waited for her child to come.

Oh, the anticipation! He giggled quietly, from the ledge.

Suddenly the water rose beneath his feet, vaulting him backwards. His head rapped against the stone wall, a distinct pool of blood was assurance of his demise. The water took the form of a well-proportioned, buxom woman.

She stood defensively as the other cultists approached her, looking for an opportunity to strike. One stepped closer and the water nymph punched him in the chest, toppling him backwards with excessive force. And that is Lindsay… Well, the nymph kept Lindsay’s form, so there must be some of her remaining in there.

The cultists struck at the woman made of water, but they had no effect. They are too stubborn to run, or too stupid. Four of the cultists came back to the second girl, Trisha, and carried her; they were attempting to take her elsewhere. Maybe they’re smarter than I had believed.

Trisha’s belly puffed out; slime began pouring from her lower orifices, leaving a trail as they hefted her away. She shrieked as her belly began vibrating. The cultists stopped and sat her down, uncertain of what was happening. Her belly pressed out in awkward angles, as if something was attempting to push out. She opened her legs wide as a tendril snaked its way from her loins. She wailed as a small grotesque, snake-like creature crawled from her other opening. It moved onto her leg and stopped.

One cultist leaned closer to inspect the strange creature; it lunged without warning, mandibles clamped onto his cheek as he tried to wrench it free. The tentacle protruding from her privates elongated and grabbed another cultist’s ankle. He tripped and screamed with terror as the tentacle pulled him closer. Soon it was pulling his bare foot into her. Trisha slammed her fist onto the ground as she tried to cope with the pain. The other cultists ran for the exit. He was knee deep and still writhing in pain as the monster pulled the man farther into her. He struggled frantically as it sucked his appendage deeper. It made it to his thigh before it stopped.

There was a popping sound. Suddenly free, the man pulled himself away, his leg was now completely gone. Slime and blood smeared across the floor as he tried to crawl away in shock. His companion was now on the ground with the snake creature still planted on his cheek. The legless man tried to grab his friend’s dagger, but before he could reach, the tentacle showed itself again. It’s not done with you yet. He watched as it wound its way around the man’s other leg.

The spectator saw the group of robed men fighting a losing battle with the water nymph. And what’s this? He spotted the two fleeing cultists. They were stopped by a confident woman who wielded a bloodied sword; she had a spare weapon between her legs. My dear Rita! You’ve come a long way. She was small and able to dodge past their attacks. She easily dropped them with two powerful swipes before she signaled to her companion. A frazzle-haired, defeated looking woman with broad shoulders entered the room. Cassie looks like she’s been overused. The spectator smiled. How wonderful that you two showed up!

They kept their distance from the the man being swallowed by the woman’s lower lips. He laid lifeless, shoulder-deep as he moved into her inch-by-inch. Her distended belly quaked as the creature inside of her feasted on its victim. Rita surprised the final cultist opposing the water nymph. Lindsay’s aqueous form relaxed; the flow beneath her translucent skin visibly calmed.

“I have encountered you before. Who are you, tainted one?”
“Rita, what are you?”
Lindsay’s head turned to look at Cassie. “Are you her captive?”
Rita’s grip tightened on her sword. “She’s with me, you monster!”
Lindsay stepped forward and her form roiled before collapsing to the floor. The puddle moved and rose around Rita, enveloping her body. Rita’s stance tightened slowly, strained by the water nymph’s pull.

Rita grunted and abruptly broke Lindsay’s hold. The water nymph splashed to the floor around her. The puddle reformed a short distance away. “Cassie, she’s too strong. Run!” Linday shot a strong blast of water directly upon Rita’s unnatural appendage. Rita dropped, breathless from the strike. Lindsay and Cassie bolted to the door. It was a long span of time before Rita regained her senses. She cursed loudly as she stood. She looked to Trisha, who had passed out; the beast inside her, however, had begun eating the cultist that her serpent had killed.

Rita avoided that area; instead, she walked leisurely to the altar that held Piper. Rita smiled covetously, running her hand along the remaining portion of the woman’s amputated thigh. Her finger’s traced the helpless girl’s wet slit. Rita’s organ rose within moments.

Piper moaned as Rita touched her clit. She looked down to watch the woman with large-breasts and a large-organ moving into position. “Oh, yes. I need you inside of me!” Rita prodded her opening. She moved slowly once she found her way in. “Oh, it’s so much bigger! I love it!” Piper groaned with slight pain and immense pleasure. Rita lifted her and lowered her body fully onto her shaft; she proceeded to move her body in rhythm with her hips for full penetration.

She increased her pace, using all of her strength to slam the girl’s body onto her rod. She quivered as she erupted into her vassal; in kind, Piper screamed with delight as she accepted Rita’s seed.

Still he watched. What a delightful display. It’s only a matter of time before I break the others. Laughing quietly, he closed his eyes and teleported elsewhere.