Ancestry

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The magical blue lantern cast long shadows as they walked through the graves. Both sisters shared glances as they followed the recent arrival. The tiny woman wore loose-fitting black robes that drug along the stone walkway. The girl paused, her pinched almond eyes searching the area. She found a tombstone and directed them to follow.
 
Cadence was a master of the dark arts – a necromancer.
 
She knelt down and put a hand in the grass. “This is your great grandfather. He was one of the founding members of our council. Before him, we were subjected to an overseer to keep the magic users of the realm in check. He convinced the king to allow us to govern our own mages.” She arose. “He could be reanimated, but it would be a mere shell of the man. His soul has passed on.” She walked down the line, searching for another site.
 
“And here is your father. I was told you don’t remember him well?”
“He died shortly after we were born,” Gabriella spoke somberly.
“His soul is within reach, but as with all of the departed, there are limitations. Would you like me to summon him?”
“Yes,” Gabriella spoke assertively. “I always regretted not being able to meet him.”
 
Their guide walked upon the gravesite as she spoke. “We can only bring him back for a limited time and he will require recompense.” She undid the bindings on her vestments as the sister’s watched. Her robes fell to the ground. The short woman was hiding an immense bust. Her gargantuan tits had large white areolas with perky pink nipples. Her petite frame had an hourglass shape, making her large chest even more pronounced. It was clear she wanted to keep her assets subdued from the commoners.
 
“What, are you going to bring our dead Dad back with your cooch?” Chantal scoffed.
“Perhaps.” Cadence showed no emotion. “We must offer our body or the spirits may take our mind. Do not tempt the great beyond.” She awaited their commitment.
 
Chantal rolled her eyes as she unveiled her curvy frame. Gabriella followed along, slightly shy about showing her more modest body. The two girls followed the gestures as Cadence spoke ancient phrases. The chant ended quickly and at first there was no change. They relaxed, uncertain of what was to come.
 
“All magic requires some patience.” Cadence offered as she ignored their glances to her chest.
 
Finally, they heard a noise from the ground and the dirt shifted upon the gravesite. A hand burst through the grass, pulling the rest of the body upward. The pale man was lithe and tall, climbing to his feet before them. He looked upon them with sunken eyes. He looked remarkably intact for being long dead. With no blemishes or broken skin on the man, they knew Cadence was skilled in her craft.
 
“The magic reconstructs his body… for a time.” Cadence spread her arms as she stepped up to the reanimated man. He grabbed her chest with his bony fingers, squeezing the bountiful flesh tightly as his smooth cock rose.
 
“Father…” Gabriella spoke weakly.
“Gabriel?” He looked to Chantal. “Where is my son?”
“Father, I am changed.” Gabriella shook her head gently. “Do you see through this alteration?”
“You are not my son!” The man pushed Cadence aside and stormed to his daughter. “Who did this to you?” He grabbed her crotch, making her squeak in shock as he looked to her with cold, austere eyes.
“I… We… I wanted to… try…”
“You want this?” He took hold of her hair, yanking it back painfully. “You gave up your manhood on purpose?!”
 
“Daddy!” Chantal touched his cold shoulder. Her courage faltered as he turned to her with a narrow glare. “Remember me?” She squeaked.
The harsh man let go of Gabriella, turning to his true daughter. He inspected her comfortable body for a time before he spoke impassively. “You have grown. You remind me of your mother.” He tilted his head and turned her, glancing at her behind. “Though you are notably broader.”
 
He took hold of Chantal’s meaty thigh and raised it, poking his pale cock against her belly. She knew he was eager to go in, so she spit upon the organ, working it for a moment before he lined up and penetrated her. Chantal moaned, wrapping her arms around her father’s frail shoulders. Her cushy body bounced as the slender man fucked her, making her whimper from his hard thrusts.
 
“What the hell is the point of this?” Gabriella watched with disgust. “Why bring him back if this is all he wants?”
“Why indeed? Their base desires are far more intense after reanimation.” Cadence gave a slight smile. “Sometimes it is best to let the departed go.”
 
Gabriella continued watching as Chantal took her father’s hard, methodical pumps. Her sizable, silky breasts pressed against the man’s white skin, showing a stark contrast to the relatively pale woman. She moaned as the magically manipulated man easily moved her heavy frame. Her soft skin rolled over his fingers that clenched her rump and she balanced upon one leg. He stared into her eyes, his cold expression unchanging as he maintained his pace. Her expression showed her full investment in the encounter.
 
A short distance away, Cadence cast another, more in-depth spell. The other girls didn’t notice as the ground shifted, allowing multiple undead people to claw their way through the moist soil. She directed the five zombies of varying ruin to converge.
 
Trembling, Chantal gripped her father’s smooth, cold skin, resting her head upon his shoulder. He was unyielding as she came, not slowing for a moment during her orgasm. It made her gasp as his long cock pulsed wildly in her entrance. She felt his cock twitching inside her, but nothing came out. She pulled back to see the anger in his eyes. He brought her down artlessly, pulling her upon him as he lay in the grass.
 
Enjoying the scene, Gabriella felt her excitement growing. It was a very odd predicament, but her carnal desires always seemed to win out. She watched her sister riding her undead father, her plump ass bouncing as she straddled the unnaturally white man. A chill on her neck urged her to turn. She saw a creature that was nearly twice her height standing beside the necromancer.
 
The monster had patchy skin fused seamlessly together. Its body was thick and stocky and its face surprisingly pleasant. It sported a massive cock that hung nearly to its knees. The creature stood amongst a pile of body parts that were surely remnants of its creation. The magic also reduced the smell, making it barely noticeable. The monster turned to Cadence and wrapped its massive hand around her midsection, hoisting her into the air.
 
The necromancer’s massive breasts hung over his fat fingers and he held her high with little effort. The woman’s slim legs kicked in the air as the monster picked up an arm from the ground. The limb looked almost fake, as it had no open wounds and the end was a rounded stump. The hand put its fingers straight without prompt as the giant poked it between her legs.
 
It was obvious all of Cadence’s fat was in her chest, as both her tits pulled heavily to the side as the creature worked the arm against her crotch. The small woman hastily licked her fingers and reached down, knowing some lubrication was necessary. She couldn’t quite reach, however, and the giant didn’t care. She yelped as it found her entrance, going in with only her natural juices to help the penetration. Her grunts of pain lessened as it worked the arm into her, and soon it was half way in her pussy.
 
The woman’s pinched eyes doubled as something changed inside her. The giant reached down to find something else as the arm stayed in place mostly wedged inside her. The giant took another, larger arm and brought it up to her other entrance.
 
Gabriella didn’t know what to do, deciding to conjure some oil upon the straight fingers of the disembodied arm until she figured out a plan. The second arm slid into Cadence’s ass easily. The monster took note of Gabriella’s movements, however, and set Cadence into the grass. This caused the two makeshift dildos to push deeper into her openings. Cadence tipped over, showing that both objects were wedged inside her and in spite of her efforts she couldn’t remove them.
 
The giant took another limb from the ground and stomped closer, reaching for Gabriella. She dove aside, missing another attempt by the monster. She ran beneath his legs, feeling its heavy cock slide along her back. This caused the monster to moan and drop the limb, focusing instead on using its own tool.
 
It snatched her this time, bringing her up to its mouth and sliding its slimy tongue between her thrashing legs. Gabriella shrieked as the monster brought her lower and rubbed the tip of its cock along her privates. Her struggling subsided as she felt the tip of the cock poke into her loins. Her lower lips stretched wide as the thick shaft slid deeper. She was at the monster’s mercy. Her midsection swelled as more of the cold meat pushed in. Her yells abated, as she could only focus on the pole wedged halfway into her belly.
 
Chantal was still being pounded by their reanimated father. Her glorious tits rolled as he moved with unrelenting fervor. He didn’t get tired and she was enjoying it immensely. Their guide was groaning in pain as she endured her unique situation. The animated hands were moving inside her, opening and closing just to torment her. She tried to remove them, but they were wedged firmly. It was an unexpected mess and there didn’t seem to be a way to escape.
 
Suddenly the cock popped out, leaving Gabriella’s pussy gaping. She could still feel it in her vagina even though it was dangling below her. The beast groaned as it lowered her to reinsert its member. She gasped, unable to speak as the cock poked into her backdoor. She squirmed, but it was too late. The wet cock split her open, crawling up and into her stomach as the giant growled. It held her with both hands, pulling her onto the massive pole.
 
Gabriella was weak and aching from the encounter, but she built up the strength to kick. She drove a heel into the monster’s testicles, but only seemed to excite the creature. It fit her onto the cock entirely and then began moving her back and forth. She clenched her eye as it rammed into her. As it pulled her away there was a moment reprieve, but then it slammed back in. She tried to prepare for the powerful thrusts, but it felt like someone ramming a very broad fist up her butt.
 
It lowered her to the ground, using its thumb to pin her head against the ground and slam into her raised ass. She felt the whole thing as it slowly pulled out before plunging back in. She was disconnected for a while, probably due to shock. She didn’t know how she was able to survive such a rough fuck with this abomination, but it surely was thanks to some form of magic.
 
Cadence spoke some arcane phrase and suddenly the abomination split apart, falling lifeless upon its victim. Gabriella slowly came back to reality, raising onto her hands and knees as she looked at the remnants of the giant. She reached back, clumsily feeling her ass. She was horrified to realize something was still wedged in her butt.
 
“Its dick came off in my ass!” She lamented, the outline still visible in her abdomen.
Cadence giggled as she removed the arms from her entrances. “We had our fun, now for the real purpose of this excursion.”
Gabriella stood weakly, her asshole unable to close due to the blockage. “You let it ram the arms inside you?!”
 
Cadence’s silence answered the question. She made a gesture and watched as their father lifted Chantal into the air. Her big eyes closed tightly as her pouty lips formed an O. She gasped as sweat rolled along her body. Her belly slowly expanded as she wiggled her ass, working his cock in her pussy. He was cumming somehow and she was so enthralled that she didn’t seem to mind.
 
It was difficult to walk with the heavy cock jammed in her butt. Gabriella tried to push it out, but it felt wedged in place. She gave a pleading look to Cadence, but she was focused on the other couple. Chantal’s belly was round and bulging as the reanimated man finally let her down and rolled her off. He stood up, ignoring his inflated daughter as he looked to the busty woman that brought him back to life.
 
“You surely didn’t bring me back for this. What is your purpose, witch?”
Her beady eyes narrowed. “You teach them your method of mental defense.”
“You will not steal my secrets.”
“Did you notice the creature I summoned? Your daughters will be ruined if you do not do as I ask.”
The man set his jaw, looking genuinely conflicted. “If I agree you will set me free from this plane?”
“Teach them and you will be laid to rest.” Cadence bowed, her heavy tits hanging low.
 
Their father made a gesture and spoke a phrase in front of each daughter. They both felt a chill run down their spine. Cadence searched their expressions for a moment before casting another spell. The undead man went limp, collapsing into a pile as his soul vanished. She made a gesture and smiled as both girls grimaced and bent forward.
 
The huge, disconnected cock slid out of Gabriella’s ass in one smooth motion. Chantal showed her teeth as her contents spilled into the grass. She pushed the liquid out at incredible speed, pausing to gather her breath before continuing. Soon her belly was back to normal, but Gabriella kept touching herself, feeling where the monster’s shaft had been.
 
“Now I will explain.” Cadence clasped her hands, causing her arms to press her bountiful breasts together. “You both are being deceived by Elouise. She is planning to control your minds and make you do something to shame your family. Using that, she will excommunicate you two, your mother, and your aunt. She is planning to bring in her companions to the council and we do not want this. You both have the power to resist her manipulations, but it will still take some effort. I know this is a lot to take in, but this is not a test.”
 
Chantal was dumbfounded, “how do we know?”
 
“I can attest to this.” The large, soft woman stepped from the shadows, letting her robe fall. She was pale, with large, creamy breasts and a wonderful rump. She had a slight paunch around her belly and her broad frame supported her size perfectly. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, drawing focus to her pudgy face as she smiled. Her sultry eyes watched their reactions. “My name is Agatha.”
 
“She is the final council member.” Cadence continued. “Your mother and aunt are aware of the situation and they are keeping Elouise distracted.”
“This has to be a test.” Gabriella scoffed, “She just had a monster’s dick jammed in my butt for no good reason!”
“It was for fun.” Agatha laughed, “I admit there wasn’t a good reason for that. But, we are not as prudish as Elouise. In fact, she thinks we are too liberal with our bodies and minds. She wants to populate the council with clerics!”
Chantal crossed her arms. “Well, how can we trust you?”
Agatha rubbed her fingers along Chantal’s cheek. “That is up to you. I am a transmuter and a seductress. Meaning I can change materials and influence people’s sexuality. She’s been using me to stifle the urges of those we encounter, but I am tired of that. We must be honest about our sexual urges. We have countless magical abilities, so why not enjoy them?”
 
“Elouise feels that we are wasting time with desire and must repress it to be closer to god. I admit you can lose yourself to pleasure…” Cadence trailed off. “Will you help us or will we have to find another path?”
“This feels too much like a test.”
 
The chesty woman sighed as she looked to her companion. Agatha waved her hands and suddenly the sisters were overcome with pleasure. Chantal dropped to her knees, moaning loudly as she dug her fingers into the grass. She pumped her wide hips into the air, shaking her tits as she climaxed in an instant. She fell onto her butt, spreading her legs wide as her pale skin flushed red. Her damp lips quivering as the orgasm continued non-stop.
 
Gabriella was having a similar experience. Debilitated by the intense feelings snaking through her body. She opened her mouth, moaning as she clasped her eyes tightly. She was on the verge of tears as she fell onto her stomach, humping the ground in an effort to lessen the excitement. She blinked, moving her wild auburn hair aside as she pleaded for the orgasms to end. Agatha snapped her fingers, purring as they recovered and caught their breath.
 
They looked up to see two undead men standing on either side of Cadence. Her small, extremely busty frame looking so frail between the grotesque figures. They were far more visceral than the previous creatures, showing broken limbs and deep, rotting cuts along their heads. They watched with cold, emotionless eyes as they stood unnaturally still. It was clearly meant as a show of power.
 
“As you see, we could ruin you easily.” Cadence spoke with subtle venom. “But, we do not compare to Elouise’s power. We need you.” She pointed at each animated corpse, watching them collapse lifelessly. “We hate to resort to threats, but only you can stop her.”
“How can we have any effect? We don’t come close to matching your powers.”
“You have your father’s mental shielding. Your mother and aunt are already under scrutiny, but you two are not.”
 
Chantal looked to her sister, her shoulder-length raven hair still sticking to her sweaty neck. “I’m in.”
Gabriella sighed, uncertain of what would happen next. “Sure, me too.”

“Ah, I see you survived your time with the occultist. Did she subject you to the horrors of the afterlife?” Elouise spoke haughtily.
“They defeated a flesh golem.” Cadence nodded, her small frame hidden beneath her robes.
“Good. Agatha arrived while you were out. She is settling in now.” Elouise turned her attention to Gabriella. “You will both perform one final errand before we convene tomorrow. It requires a journey into town.”
Cadence bowed. “I shall find my quarters. Good evening.” She gave them a knowing glance as she left.
“In my haste I neglected to deliver a letter to one of our friends. I ask that you deliver it tonight.” Before they could contest, Elouise continued. “I know it is late, but you will have time to sleep in tomorrow and the town is not far.”
 
There wasn’t much of a choice, so both girls set out on horseback. The town wasn’t far, but they both expected this to be the trap Cadence had warned them about. They went to the backdoor of the tavern and gave the man the envelope. He snorted as two more men appeared behind them. Chantal paralyzed one man, and Gabriella launched a bolt of flame, setting one man’s sleeve alight. The remaining man silenced them with a spell, allowing his companion to snuff the flame.
 
“Enough horseplay!” He struck Gabriella in the chest before wrapping his arm around her neck. “You get that one.”
 
They stripped the speechless girls and prepared to bind their hands. Gabriella pulled free and used a spell that didn’t require words, sending a chunk of ice into the man’s leg. Chantal was able to break free in the chaos. Both of them snuck back to the stables and readied their horses. Gabriella felt something poking into her loins as they galloped with great haste.
 
The sensation became more pronounced as she bounced in the saddle. She felt the shaft pushing deep into her loins and she looked down to see her pussy spread wide. After some thought, she knew it was a portal. That asshole is fucking me! She leaned forward, trying to ignore it as there was no way to remove the spell without being able to speak. She cursed herself for being so vulnerable. They came to the edge of town, finding the men waiting along with a collection of locals.
 
“Those are the women who forced themselves upon us and stole my locket!” Gabriella suddenly realized she was wearing a locket. They had fallen right into the trap and she couldn’t say a word to refute his claim. “She won’t even deny it!”
 
“We have heard tales of your debauchery.” A tall, lightly armored man stepped forward. “I am Cleric Aldon. You will return his belonging immediately.” He transferred the trinket, inspecting it for only a moment before giving it to the owner.
 
She felt the man’s connected cock sliding in and out subtly and she noticed he was touching the front of his pants subtly. She hid her face in her hands, trying not to show her flushed face. She let a low moan escape her lips and saw the man walking to the back of the crowd. Each step he took caused his dick to move inside her. Gabriella was powerless to break the connection and she hated feeling any pleasure from this. Suddenly she felt something warm as the cock twitched inside her. She raised up, her eyebrows trembling as she felt his cum blasting inside.
 
The portal closed, leaving her unsatisfied and humiliated as sperm leaked out of her slit. The cleric glanced a few moments later, showing revulsion as he spoke. “We will escort you to your family’s estate. There you will be tried before the council. You both are charged with disturbing the peace, theft, deviancy, sexual assault, and perversion of magic.”
 
Chantal’s chest rose and fell quickly, her expression dour. They rode along, surrounded by men of faith, no longer doubting Cadence’s trust. The life of excess and lust they led had finally caught up to them. Magdalene and Mabel will be shunned as well, probably losing their lands and titles. Gabriella didn’t know if there was a way out of this situation.

Claire Against Claire

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The police department was relatively calm for the moment, as a good number of the rooms had been cleared. Still, the undead shuffled thoughtlessly beyond its walls. Moaning with unending determination, as they wanted nothing more than to get a taste of the supple young brunette girl causing the disturbance.

Bursting through the wooden door, Claire gained distance on the approaching trio of zombies. She took aim and fired off a few headshots as she stepped back. One zombie’s head burst apart, but the others pushed past, lunging for her. Claire evaded their grasp and ran behind them, blasting one’s leg off before her gun clicked. She retreated to the door she came through, but another zombie was already pushing inside. She fell to the floor as the pursuer tackled her. With no other weapons she couldn’t defend herself.

Two shots rang out in quick succession as the zombie’s head burst apart. Claire rolled the body off and sprang to her feet, evading the mindless enemies as she followed her savior down the hallway and into a room. She slammed the door shut, feeling confident it was safe for the time being. An older, more confident version of herself held a pistol at her side.

“Always quick to jump into a situation. I remember those days.”
“What is going on, who are you?”
“I’m you, but from another time.” She took a moment before explaining. “Look, I don’t understand it, but I remember all of this. I’ve been here and I don’t have the faintest idea of why I’m back.” She walked closer, holding her younger self’s face gently. “You’re pretty.” She scoffed. “I certainly didn’t think that back then. I was just so enamored with Leon. I mean, there is that whole thing about intense love for someone during traumatic experiences. Ever heard of that?”

“Look… thanks for helping me, but I need to find Chris.”
“He’s fine, you’ll make it out and everything will be okay.” Her thirty-something self paused to contemplate. “I think.” Her blue eyes looked to the ground as her taller features scrunched with concern. She raised her gun, aiming at the girl as she stepped back.
Younger Claire raised her hands, showing concern. “What are you doing? Y-you can’t kill me!”
“Why not? I don’t buy in to time travel, so you must be some kind of bioweapon that replicates people.”
“Maybe you’re the weapon!” She spoke uncertainly. “You… you saved me from zombies! I’m not a fucking monster!” Panic crept into her voice.
“Maybe it’s a trick.” There was a moment of thought before she waved the gun, “Get over there and take off your pants.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m not saying it again.”

The younger Claire huffed as she shook her head. With seething anger, she kicked off her boots and stripped away her jeans, revealing her long, smooth legs. “Underwear too.” With a defiant glare, she dropped her pink cotton panties to her ankles and stepped aside. She covered herself as she thought of escape.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” The older Claire nudged her hand away, exposing her hairless pussy. She opened a large storage chest that sat in the corner of the room, searching through the items. Her younger self decided to take the chance, spinning around and charging through the door. The zombies were down the hall, but one was coming in through the window. She ran past and made her way upstairs. She could hear gunshots behind her as the other Claire dealt with the monsters. She avoided another undead as she darted into a locker room. Handgun ammo was sitting atop a locker and she hurried to reload. She finished only to see the older Claire in the doorway holding her at gunpoint.

“Set the gun down and step back.” Her cool, confident eyes watched for any unexpected movement. “I don’t want to waste the ammo. I could have done it already if I wanted.”

She did as instructed, placing the revolver on the bench. The other Claire handed her a valve, directing her to stop the jet of steam from a broken pipe as she retrieved her gun. The young, bottomless girl cranked the valve, making her butt flex for her clone. With a slight laugh, her captor brought her into the shower room. With instruction, Claire took a shower head down and unscrewed the end, allowing cool water to spray against the cracked tile.

“Put that up your butt.”
“What?” She shook her head with disbelief. “Why?”
“I don’t want to kill you, but I can’t have you coming after me either. Do it or I’ll shoot you in the leg and leave you like that.”
She glared as she turned around and plugged the running shower hose into her asshole. “This is ridiculous, why can’t we just work together to get out of this and go our separate ways?”
The middle-aged woman shrugged. “You and I both know that something isn’t right. I can’t outright kill you until I’m certain you are a product of Umbrella. So, this is the best for both of us. Just hide until someone else comes along.”

The inexperienced Claire jerked forward as the water sprayed into her, making her cramp suddenly. She arose with a grimace and fire in her eyes. She hated the feeling, but she knew she was safe for now, at least from her copy. She put her hands against her stomach as the woman watched, feeling air and water churning in her guts. She lifted her shirt to see a swelling belly forming, no longer caring that her privates were exposed.

They both turned as footsteps approached from the stairwell. Someone moved with purpose and the senior Claire put a finger to her lips as she tucked into the corner of the shower stall. Unable to find a good spot while tethered to the hose, young Claire pressed against the opposite wall, hoping she would get lucky and remain unseen. A beam of light came though the doorway.

“Leon?” In a panic, she grabbed a dirty towel and held it around her waist.
He turned the corner and blinded her momentarily. “Claire? What happened?”
She immediately regretted calling his name. “Uh, I got grabbed by one of those things… I had to get away, but I’m fine. How are, uh, how are you holding up?” She fumbled for the right words.
“I’m… okay. Ever find your brother?”
She smiled nervously. “Not yet, but I’ve… uh, hit a few snags.” The water rushing into her belly made her pause. “You should figure a way out of here. I’ll catch up soon.” She clenched her teeth as she fought to maintain composure. “I think I saw some pants hanging in the last room.”
“Want me to grab them?”
“No, no, I’ll be fine. I’ll catch up with you soon, okay?”
He nodded slowly. “Take care of yourself, Claire. See you soon.”

She grinned as he left and once the door closed the other Claire stepped from behind the tattered shower curtain. “You two are adorable. I had such a crush on him. Maybe I can finally get him now.”
“You leave him alone!” She stripped the towel away, amazed by her prominent belly. It had grown extensively while they talked and the full discomfort came at once. She put a hand on the wall as she groaned, begging to stop the torture.

“You’re almost there. I know you can take more!” She pressed a finger into her smooth, tight stomach. This caused the young woman to moan in distress and sag lower. “You’ll get tougher once you get through this.”
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this while monsters are all around us! You’re a god damned lunatic!” She grumbled. “I just want to find Chris and get out of here!”

Her captor took a deep breath. “Chris isn’t here.” She holstered her pistol and took out a large, lion engraved medal. She got behind her and yanked the hose free. Water blasted for a moment before she felt the cold, damp metal pressing between her cheeks. To her shock the woman was unrelenting as she pressed the object in, forcing her against the wall. She eased back and used her fingers before trying again. Squirming as she climbed the wall, Claire was unable to evade the pressure and with a yelp the pendant popped into her asshole.

“Ow, ow, mother… fuck!” Claire hopped around the room, grabbing her toned ass. Her older self looked away regretfully as she rinsed off her hand. Claire tried to push it back out, but it was securely wedged in place, which also trapped the water inside. She had a very pronounced belly that bounced as she trotted into the next room, grunting as she grew accustomed to the ache. She grabbed her stomach and tried again to push, but it only caused a sharp pain in her rump, making her moan in agony.

She unzipped her jacket and sat it on the shelf as she tried to sit. She launched right back up, as the item shifted and caused even more pain when she put pressure on it. The other woman came forward carefully, leaving her guns at a distance. She put her hand between Claire’s legs, running a finger along her slit. She also planted a soft kiss upon her lips, looking into her eyes before fully submitting to the feeling.

The pain was intense, but it did lessen as she felt a growing excitement throughout her body. Her nipples showed through her bra and tank-top and goosebumps formed upon her neck. She hated to be aroused in this situation, but it couldn’t be hidden. The dusky eyed woman removed her jacket before kissing her neck and running her hands along her hips to grab her ass. It caused her to grunt as it nudged the object wedged in her butt.

The woman yanked her ponytail, making Claire sneer with pain. She turned her head aside, proceeding to grab one of her breasts, groping her as she sucked on her throat. The thirty something woman unfastened her jeans and shoved Claire’s delicate hand down her underwear. It was extremely wet, allowing her fingers to enter effortlessly. The woman in charge reached back and nudged the blockage in her ass, making her squirm and finger her harder.

Both girls moaned, but the older woman was clearly getting the enjoyment. The inexperienced girl was managing her discomfort as she worked the clit, making the other woman believe she was being submissive. She knew how to finger her perfectly, watching as the mature Claire squirmed with elation. She moved her hips and cooed with passion. The crescendo built until she clenched her eyes and tensed her grasp, letting a wave of pleasure shake her entire body.

Seeing an opportunity as she stepped back to recover, the filled girl pushed her, snatching the gun from her holster. Aiming at her abdomen, she directed her to strip down. With resentment, the older Claire removed her shirt and her pants, revealing a trim body that showed she took care of herself. Her frilly black underwear showed a playful side to the otherwise austere woman.

“You’re faster than I expected. I guess that doesn’t slow you down as much as I hoped.”
“We don’t have to do this.” Her stomach gurgled, causing her to shift uncomfortably. “We could be working together to get out of here.”
“Do what you’re going to do. I’m not going to trust you.” The disadvantaged woman reached out and knocked the gun aside, grabbing it quickly and turning it to point at her copy. “I’m still more experienced.”
The young girl shook her head as she huffed with despair. “Why are you doing this to me?” Her sad eyes wavered as she spoke. “What sort of twisted shit will I get into if this is the method you use on me?”
“It’s nothing new. We never liked enemas one bit.” An explosion could be heard from elsewhere in the police station.

Holding her belly, the younger, naked girl ran through the next room and into a hallway. She was stopped dead in her tracks as a giant tongue shot out from above and wrapped around her wrist. The slimy organ pulled tightly, yanking her onto the floor. A hideous creature leapt from the ceiling, landing near her feet. It looked like a man that was turned inside out, but lacking eyes and with pointed teeth. It turned to hiss as the other Claire watched from a distance. It released its hold as it skulked toward her, but it turned back after a time, unable to find the cause of the perceived noise.

It sniffed her legs as it crept closer to the young girl lying on the ground. It was a tense silence as the monster ran its head along her leg, up her inner thigh, and into her private region. It slipped its tongue into her mound, working the extending organ into her pussy. Thinking quickly, she found a broken piece of wood, carefully lifting it and tossing it next to her copy. The licker yanked its tongue free and jumped to the wall and then to the noise.

In a panic, the older Claire shot it recklessly. The creature was unfazed, as it landed atop her and slammed a hand into her chest. Breathless, she laid there as the creature moved between her legs and pressed its tongue against her panties. It forced the fabric in, moving her underwear lower on her legs as the pressure built. It held her legs open with massive claws as she caught her breath. It pressed harder, making her drop the extra ammo as she tried to reload.

The fabric gave way, allowing the tongue to push deeper. Her underwear tore completely through as the monster’s tongue sloshed violently in her pussy. She gasped and moaned as it lifted her hips into the air. Her short reddish brown hair clung to her forehead as water splashed in through the broken window. She screamed quietly as the beast explored her depths. It moved its head in a circular motion and then it pushed forward, sliding its hind feet along the floor. The claws dug into the wood as it propelled itself forward.

Her volume increased tenfold as her vagina opened wider. The monster’s head compressed as her lips stretched to the limit. The head disappeared into her opening as the monster slid her along the wet floor. Its shoulders turned as her legs tried to close, but it was firmly buried neck deep in her. The creature writhed and jumped, making the poor woman rise and fall painfully as it moved. Her belly bulged as its head shifted around inside.

There was a sickening crack as the creature’s shoulders folded. A wet, slurping sound came as it slipped inside the hurting woman. It released her legs as it slipped deeper and deeper inside her, making her stomach swell upward and outward. She kicked her legs as she pulled herself along the wall, trying to evade the pain. The creature didn’t relent, and it was half inside her when she flipped over. It took advantage as she put her toned ass in the air, planting its feet as it shoved its hips through the breach.

Stumbling from the shock, the heavy woman tried to find balance. The monster whipped its legs wildly, causing her to fall backwards upon it. She sat, allowing all her weight to force the exposed legs up and inside her. She squealed as her stomach stretched to inhuman proportions. It moved as the monster shifted in her midsection, causing her a great deal of pain. The woman’s calm demeanor was gone, replaced by utter fear for her situation as she leaned against the wall. Her stomach rested upon her legs, stretching to her knees as it spilled over her legs.

“How is this… possible?”
The younger girl stood, retrieving the gun. “I’ll go get Leon.”
“You… can’t just leave me here. What if another one of those things comes along?” She showed teeth as she endured a wave of pain.
Claire offered her the gun. “You’ll need this more than me.” She walked down the hall slowly, in discomfort from the forced enema she had been given.

The immobile woman pointed the gun as Claire turned to regard her. She sighed as she let her arm fall. “Please don’t leave me here.” She tugged at her bra, pulling hard before it snapped apart, allowing her chest to spill forth. Her decently sized breasts sat prominently atop her swollen stomach as she breathed quickly. Her ass was flattened against the floor boards, squished by the immense weight. She was amazing to look at, her entire body dwarfed by her enormous belly. Her full lips quivered as her eyes showed remorse.

The young girl turned away heading to the next unexplored room. With no weapon, she moved carefully and silently. It was hard to sneak with a full belly, a sore ass, and weak legs, but her lack of shoes helped. She unlocked a door and found a puzzle. She figured it out to retrieve another pendant, similar to the one shoved up her ass. She forged ahead, slowly entering the next room, the library.

The elegant, well-lit room was a welcome change from the cramped, shadowy halls. The chandelier squeaked as it swayed slightly, making her nervous to proceed. A zombie ripped at flesh beyond the shelves, making sickening noises as it feasted upon the unlucky individual. She crept ahead, peering at an unaware monster, which stood motionless. It stared at the bookshelf, waiting for a fresh victim to pass through.

She steadied herself using a desk. Gently, she planted her heel before rolling her toes down. She was as quiet as a mouse in spite of her shifting belly. Sweat rolled down her fair skin and her pink nipples stood prominently. She was to the opposite door when her stomach growled nosily, causing one of the zombies to turn with a growl. Startled, she clenched, causing a sharp pain in her ass. One on the ground started crawling toward her as she tried the door, finding it locked.

Claire gasped as she got distance from the slow pursuer, holding her swollen midsection. Lumbering past the creature she bolted for the other section. A zombie tackled her, landing squarely on her belly as it snapped at her throat. She shifted her fleshy mass to the side, rolling atop the monster before it could connect. She used every ounce of willpower to launch herself upright as the others shuffled closer. She turned and bounded for a ladder, running awkwardly as her breasts beat against her massive stomach. She started up the ladder as a female zombie grabbed her from behind. The undead woman tugged at her hips, pulling her legs free and making her hold on for dear life. Her belly pressed between the rungs, squeezing through under her weight. Claire kicked at her, pulling herself higher as the other joined the tug of war.

She ached as her filled belly rolled along the metal bars. Wrapping her arms through steps, she managed to hold on, but the monsters were stopping her escape. She felt the woman’s powerful fingers clench her ass as she tried frantically to pull her down. Luckily they caused no damage and as her hand slipped free Claire made headway. She grunted as she lifted herself and after a short struggle she finally pulled her legs out of their grasp.

She climbed up to the catwalk, sliding her sweat-drenched, burdened body to safety. The zombies moaned angrily as they failed to reach her and for now she took a time to recover, lying on the warm wooden walkway. Feeling sore all over and still unable to expel the contents in her ass, she hoped that Leon was making better progress.

Meanwhile, her older self was stirring from her nap, feeling her massive belly writhe as the beast within shifted. It pressed up hard, causing a large bulge to form and vanish repeatedly. She realized it wanted her to stand. Pressing against the wall and using her hands to walk her heavy frame upward she made small progress. Claire moaned as she felt something slipping lower in her vagina. Her lips parted and she felt the damp tongue extend to the floor. It assisted her, and finally she was standing somewhat, keeping balance using the wall.

The beast edged her forward, pressing her belly outward in the direction it wanted to go. She stomped ahead, moving slowly to avoid any instability. She detested the impatient beast, but felt oddly calm having it inside her. She could almost sense it, knowing what it was looking for. She knew that she had to stop the other Claire.

She drug her stomach along the floor as her strength faded. She came into the library to see a collection of zombies gathered around a ladder on the far section of the room. She knew the other girl went up there, but in this state that would be impossible. She was amazed as the zombies ignored her, continuing to grab for their unreachable prey. She trudged ahead, making a lot of noise as she bumped against tables, making her way to the far door. She used the key and stepped into the main hallway, leaning against the railing.

Feeling tipsy, she leaned too far and put her weight on the rail, causing the expensive wood to snap. She rolled over her monumental belly and fell headfirst to the floor below. Before she hit, the tongue came out again, wrapping around a few rails to stop her fall. She hung there for a moment, upside down, supported by a tongue from between her legs. Her distended belly hung down, resting against her face.

The creature let go, allowing her to land hard on her side. Her curvy frame flattened against the marble tile, with her abdomen sprawling as she lay in pain. A door flew open on the upper balcony and heavy footsteps approached. She knew what was coming even before she saw it. The gargantuan humanoid figure stomped down the stairs coming directly for her. The Tyrant twisted his neck as he observed her flowing form.

Claire raised her pistol for a moment, but then tossed it aside. “It wouldn’t do anything anyway.” The towering man walked closer and balled his fist. He stopped to look down into her fearful eyes and nod. He punched her stomach, causing something to pop inside. She howled in pain as she recoiled from the assault. He only watched as she flailed. 

She couldn’t feel the connection to the licker that had controlled her mind, and she knew it was dead now. But, for some reason, she knew that its death would make her stronger. She moaned as her belly roiled and she felt a sudden excitement. Reaching below, she strained to touch herself around her expanded belly. The Tyrant nudged her hand aside and poked his sizable index finger into her pussy. She breathed heavily as she closed her legs, overwhelmed by the sensations gripping her body.

The hulking man forced her legs open, working his finger in and out at a modest pace. She attempted to roll and with his help she succeeded, presenting her ass to him. He worked another finger in her wet entrance, plunging at a faster speed as she gasped with delight. She was sloppily wet now and his thick fingers slipped in and out quickly. Claire cooed as her orgasm crept over her and soon she trembled with pleasure. The man slowed to a stop as she jerked from aftershocks.

He stood, flicking the moisture from his hand as he proceeded into a nearby room, searching for other survivors. She knew now that she wasn’t the real Claire, as her unusual luck was probably from some sort of connection to these things. She ached and pain ran through her body, but it was oddly arousing, even after she came. She fell back onto her side, enjoying the feeling as her stomach trembled violently. She glanced down to see her nipples were darker and her hair was growing more reddish. Her body was changing.