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 All Alped Up Chapter 2


Sam/Samantha Zauberritter – Main Character
Evelyne Le Blanc De La Villepin – Princess
Klara Cornfeld – Priestess – From the town of “Hanzcornfeld”
Karl – Hunk/Guardsman/Personal Guard of the Princess
Seigfreya Zuberritter – Main Character’s sister and a witch
Suzuki Sales (placeholder name) – Local Danuki Alchemist and café owner


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Samantha woke with a moan as her world was a veritable heaven of pleasure surrounding her on all sides. With every little movement she made, she felt the soft caress of lips on her swollen teats, softly and unconsciously drinking from her sensitive nubs. At the same time, she felt the strong body of Karl who’d fallen asleep atop her, his head between her breasts, and best of all his cock filling her hole. Samantha felt a pleasant, peaceful, bliss filled smile spread across her lips as she let her head fall back and just barely managed to hold back a delighted moo. Her life was bliss presently, and while a part of her wished this could last forever, it couldn’t, as in it was literally impossible. The potion would be wearing off eventually and she’d transform almost all the way back to how she was before. A man, but at least this would let her properly figure out what kind of mamono she wanted to end up when she fully alped.


Though to be fair… being a holstaur… has its benefits Samantha thought as she luxuriated in the pleasure that the princess and priestess were giving her as they suckled on Sam, delicious milk filling their bellies. A glance at both of them revealed that they’d largely transformed back to their old selves by now after everything. Slowly Samantha shifted her view to Karl and she smiled some more as her hips started to move, her walls squeezing slightly down on her man as she began to slowly and gently fuck herself on him. If only she could do more than small movements she would be able to begin to properly fuck herself on him, but alas she feared waking the others and him.


Yet despite that wish to let them sleep, she kept going, unable to stop herself as she shifted and spread pleasure through her body. Her lust overpowering her ability to resist, forcing her hips to gently slid up and down his shaft, and nearly making her “Moo” in the process. Samantha bit her lip as she barely suppressed herself, before suddenly she felt Karl stir. Samantha whined, disappointment filling her as she woke her crush, but she pushed that aside, instead trying to resist mooing while preparing to greet Karl.


“Morning, ah,” Samantha said as she gave Karl a wide smile as he looked up and blinked at her. Meanwhile the holstaur brought a finger up to her lips and whispered, “Don’t wake the others.”


Nodding, Karl slowly starting moving his hips, his cock sliding out of Samantha’s slick pussy before plunging back in a bit, nearly forcing a squeal from the holstaur before she could bite lip once more. It was harder than trying to hold in a laugh, and it bubbled in Samantha, pressure building in her more and more, especially as Karl started to earnestly fuck her. In desperation Samantha brought her fingers to her mouth, practically driving them in as pleasure spread through her whole body with each thrust of Karl. He wasn’t fast but that didn’t matter, her slit was so sensitive that even a slow fucking was driving her closer and closer to the cliff of climax. 


For long moments the two fucked, Samantha focusing everything she could into not crying out and squealing as to not wake the other two girls while Karl fucked her. Pleasure spread throughout her body, and she could feel her milk production increasing, and the two girls sucked on her more. Their mouths seeming to almost detect that there was more milk to be hand, and the pressure as the girls unconsciously sucked on her sent electric shocks of delight spreading through her body, and making her hips shake as she was fucked, as the pressure built, and as she felt herself… begin… to cum~!


“Mo-umph~!” Samantha nearly squealed before Karl came up and kissed her. Ecstasy spread through her system like a detonation of delight as Karl kissed her as they made love. Happily mooing, Samantha’s body shook and shuddered under her crush’s ministrations, and as the girls sucked at her breasts. Her climax lasted for long moments, her vision going white as her eyes rolled back and she let her body take over for a moment, before eventually she settled down. As Karl pulled away, Samantha couldn’t keep the delighted smile from her mouth as she gazed at her Karl, at the Herculean man in front of her, a titan in the flesh. How had she, a mere soon to be Alp, gain such a glorious man when no doubt the mamono who’d invaded had monster girls that were far more adept at the art of seduction than she?


Following his lead, Samantha slowly detached herself from the two sleeping girls. Though as she stood up, she took a moment to observe the once more human girls. Despite their transformation back, the potion could never deal with all of the corruption that it put into a creature. The rats that she’d tested it on often returned to being rats soon after, but with various side effects. What was most obvious to Samantha was that the princess was “suffering” from one of them. Where before in her human form she’d been flat as a board now, she’d since grown a very respectable set of perky breasts that looked like they’d be more than just a hand full each, and could probably rival some mamono for size. Meanwhile Sam was sure that she priestess hadn’t had such large, kissable lips as before. They’d practically puffed up to luscious pills that Samantha wouldn’t mind stealing a kiss or two from in the future, or watching slip around a cock, sucking on her future husbands member as those cock sucking lips did what they were made to do. 


Unfortunate that it hadn’t been the other way around. The princess would no doubt find it suitable annoying to be lisping all the time with such a set of lips. Sam certainly had troubles initially when her previous experiments had netted her a set of lips as soft and kissable as the priestess’ were now. 


As she gazed at the two girls, a thought began to filter into her mind, a niggling desire to grab hold of Karl, to press her chest against him, and softly moo at him. It was a ridiculous thing to wish rather than just ask, and yet the thought enchanted her. Reaching out, Samantha went to grab at Karl, yet found only thin air. Unconsciously she let out a quiet and curious “moo?” as she turned to look for her crush. Yet instead she only saw the back end of him in her kitchen. He’d opened the window, and if the barrier was still up Samantha might have been mildly annoyed at him compromising it, but since the Demon Lord’s Army had barged in mid fuck, there was no chance it remained. Smiling, Samantha sauntered her way over to Karl, doing her best to imitate how she saw some noble women walk, placing each foot in front of each other rather than in the usual masculine stomping way. With the amount of extra ass she had, Samantha enjoyed the feeling as her hips rolled with each step until she was in the kitchen. She was certainly going to keep this up, especially if Karl liked it.


Karl himself stared out the window, gazing out at the pillar of magic being poured into the dark, cloudy sky which casting the city in shadow. Further out from the walls, Samantha could see that the clouds descended, engulfing nearly everything beyond the city in an opaque dark grey. As she came closer though, Samantha could see Karl’s slumped shoulder, and a sad, defeated look having overtaken his usual features. Unable to help herself, her heart throbbed as Karl looked so distraught, she came up to him and pressed her breasts into his side. She took his arm like so many girls he’d seen do to their boyfriends when they were feeling down. While before she’d wanted to do so to show him she wanted some fun, now she ignored those foreign holstaur instincts, something made easier as some of the potion’s effects got weaker. It wasn’t too much, and it could also be because of some of the counter measures she’d devised a while back that fought mental contamination from the transformations. Holstaurs are famously dim witted after all much like Minotaurs, and as she’d been drugged by her own potion and as she changed, she hadn’t exactly been that different from the average one either as all her thoughts left her. Though her thoughtlessness could have also been because the other girls started to have their way with her. Eventually, Karl looked over to her, gazed at her a moment before sighing, though his look of defeat never wavered as he shook his head.


“It’s all over isn’t it,” Karl asked as she looked out to the churning pillar of magic and Samantha couldn’t help but agree with him. Sure there were likely some holdouts, but probably not many beyond maybe the university, not after the mamono had effectively blitzed the city and especially not if both the castle and the noble quarter had been taken already. The invasion was pretty much over, and now they have to deal with the changes that would be coming. Eventually with gentle tugs, Samantha coaxed Karl to the table of her kitchen, and having learned from last time cleared it so her crush didn’t accidentally go from a powerful muscle-bound hunk to a buxom vixen or something like that. 


While he sat Samantha prepared some Cinderbell tea for the both of them, then Samantha had an idea. While it was lewd, it might cheer him up, a little levity to brighten this dark mood.


“Would you like some cream?” she asked a little cheekily, though that got her a weird look from Karl before he sighed and nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. Grinning, Samantha brought her hands up, and let out a low “moo,” as she caressed and squeezed her breasts, creamy milk squirting into Karl’s tea, changing it from the clear orange to a light brown. Samantha bit her lip, enjoying the feeling before repeating it once more with her own drink. A little giggly after that, Samantha sat down before taking a sip of her tea. As expected, the cream of a holstaur was marvellous.


“So, what happened? How did everyone get transformed after I left? What happened to the teleport? Why do you… why are you a cow girl, and why, why is everyone else no longer one?” Karl asked as he sipped on his own tea. 


“Well… as for what happened, you’ve seen all of these various containers around us right?” Samantha asked indicating with her tea cup carefully as Karl nodded.


“Well they all have my various experiments in them, and lately… I’ve been trying to alp.” the cowgirl waited for a moment, watching his response, but all she got was a raised eyebrow and a bit of a confused stare. Oops… jargon. 


“Right, well, alping is basically where a male human is turned into a female mamono when exposed to demonic mana. I’ve identified some of the most common indicators of a man turning into an alp, which is the term for the succubus that the man turns into, and I exhibit many of them,” as Samantha explained, she didn’t take note of Karl’s expression shifting from confused to incredulous.


“Okay… why? Why would you want to, “alp”, as it were? I mean before all this happened? Did you know about the invasion? Hel, why did it matter now to make this… potion if you were going to alp anyways? You weren’t going to get eaten or killed like the rest of us, I don’t get it,” Karl said, and as he mentioned getting “eaten or killed” Samantha finally remembered that Karl was a good Order man, and that came along with the various lies that the church propagated for one reason or another.


“Right, got ahead of myself… uh, well, you see… you’re not going to die or get killed or anything like that beyond the initial fighting and stuff where people might get killed or die in the heat of battle. The mamono don’t really do that kind of thing when they invade, rather they prefer to corrupt. Women, and men who Alp, get transformed into various kinds of mamono, while nearly all men turn into incubi mamono, though if they are seduced or something by an undead monster, well they eventually end up as an undead incubi, but that’s about it. So you don’t have to worry about that,” Karl nodded as Samantha spoke before indicating for her to continue.


“Okay, so part of the reason I wanted to alp is that while I was probably going to alp anyways, I’m not totally sure that it couldn’t be averted in some way… like if a mamono came and seduced me with their multitude of mind altering magics. That… and I may have been trying to figure out a sex change potion long before this, so… when I found out that a powerful mamono was going to be coming after me to try and seduce me… I kind of realised that there was no point in avoiding corruptive ingredients and thus I wanted to not just change into a woman, but also be the woman I want to be… which is well… not exactly like this, but it’s far closer than what that one mamono would have mind fucked me into being.” All the while during her explanation, Karl’s eyebrow never fell from its elevated position, only shifting enough to furrow his brow.


“Okay… alright, I think I kind of get it, so what happened with the others? Why was the princess a cow girl demon, and why did lady Cornfeld suddenly have the fattest ass and titties I’ve ever seen on a normal girl? You didn’t experiment on them, did you?” he asked but Samantha assuaged his concerns with a shake of her head.


“No, the idiots drank some of my potion because they didn’t listen to my instructions of where the tea was. I said it was in the “pot,” not the “tea pot” but they went ahead and drank some of my previous experiments while also mixing in Holstaur milk, or at least the princess did, miss Cornfeld just had a base version of what I’m calling my bimbo beer. You probably saw but they turned back… mostly.” To that Karl hummed in agreement, no doubt thinking about how the princess’ breasts hadn’t shrunk back to their famously board-like proportions yet. 


“I guess that explains why you completely cleared the table,” he said, giving her a small smirk as he did so while Samantha blushed. She wasn’t exactly the cleanest person around, often forgetting to clean up after herself. Granted when things got really bad she made sure to clean, but before the mess reached critical mass, she often forgot or didn’t bother.


“Anyways, so them transforming was an accident, why didn’t you teleport them?”


“They tackled me after they transformed. They thought I betrayed them and they interrupted the spell, and then gave me another dose of my bimbo beer, which is probably why I haven’t transformed back yet. ‘Course, now it’s pointless to try to escape,” Samantha said as she gestured out the window to point at the rising pillar of clouds, at Karl’s rising eyebrow however Samantha explained: “A magical barrier is out there that will likely redirect teleports to somewhere else, likely a prepared seduction room or something like that where a mamono’s there to try and seduce the pants off of you, or if you’re a woman just corrupt you through a bit of Sapphic love making.


“Right, so teleporting’s out… I assume walking won’t help either?”


“Unlike teleporting there could be an actual chance of success, but you’d have to dodge all the patrols and all the monsters that’ll be coming in from the wilds, scrying magic, traps, and whatever else there is out there.”


“A simple no would have worked,” Karl said with a deadpan before sighing. “So I guess I failed.”


“If it’s any consolation… the chance of escape was rather minor at best. I didn’t think of it at the time, but honestly, they probably set up the teleport traps before I even started the teleport up, though it was great thinking, and the fact you actually got back to us, honestly, considering what I know about monsters, that’s got to have been pretty hard, anything you remember about what happened?” Samantha asked, her thoughts moving towards maybe shifting topics from Karl to something else to maybe distract him. Though rather than focus on it, Karl seemed to catch onto something she’d said. 


“What you know… what do you know? What can we expect?”


“Oh, uh… well, a lot of it is kind of not what the Order tells the people. It’s a big lie for one reason or another, I never bothered looking into it, but basically, all but a few monsters changed into sex demons and had their minds reworked so that they don’t explicitly try to murder people any more. They used to back before the current demon lord, but now… that’s all kind of fallen by the wayside since the demon lord would rather convert people into monsters instead.


Now, I don’t know too much about what actually goes on inside of demon realms since the closest thing we have is the word of some monster girls from a rather… illegal book that while it describes them, it usually doesn’t really do more than give generalisations and such things. Not to mention it’s all likely coming from mamono that the author interviewed so that’s kind of suspect, and then there are also the few scrying attempts where the author actually got their writings down and spread around before they mysteriously disappeared for one reason or another.”


“Monsters?”


“Mmm, maybe,” Samantha said with a shrug. “Or it could have been inquisitors, especially if they tried to spread their work around since that’s something you learn is a bit of a no no in academic circles. Don’t let the plebs know the real truth or else.”


“But you’re telling me now.”


“Mostly because it doesn’t matter. I mean, this realm won’t be following the laws of the Order any longer, and unless the king and queen have allies willing to fight for them, or a hidden stash of treasure to raise a grand army they won’t be able to take this land back. Besides, even if they did manage it, it’s the Sabbat that we’re dealing with.”


“The Sabbat, what are they?”


“Kid fuckers,” as she said that, the room went silent, only interrupted by the muffled sound of one particularly loud woman or mamono crying to the heavens in delight from somewhere else in the building.


“What…?”


“You heard me, kid fuckers. I know only a little about their inner workings, but from what I’ve read they’re a bunch of pedophiles looking to turn people into pedophiles like them while also taking on a childish visage.”


“That horrible, the people won’t stand for it.”


“Maybe,” that last remark got an odd look from Karl as Samantha said so, not that she could blame him. The average man on the street might assume that even converted Orderites had enough humanity left in them to find the perversion of children horrifying, and might even leave them feeling murderous enough to cause even a small stirring… yet the encyclopaedia by the Wandering Scholar described them as ever present in mamono society. Granted, it was possible that it was all monsterous propaganda, but ever since Samantha dove into studying the monsterous once she’d become a target of interest by the Sabbat, nothing she’d found disproved it, especially among the reports of returning crusaders or scrying mages.


“What do you mean?” Karl asked, almost accusingly to which all Samantha could do was sigh.


“What I mean is that the Sabbat, or Sabbats or whatever seem to be a major institution monster life to the point that pretty much every former Orderite turned demon realm has a proper Sabbat headquarters set up there in a decade or less despite how stomach churning their purpose is to most right minded people.”


“Why do you think that is?”


“My bet is on how mamono mana half the time basically induces mind control in order to keep the plebs at least somewhat in line with the addition of the Sabbat being magically and socially powerful. Then probably propagandise the people into accepting it or make opposing them illegal or something and then after a generation or two people who don’t like them end up a fringe minority shouting from the side lines that probably get censored or thrown in jail or something, but that’s just my theory from what I’ve read while studying. While I know more than you about this kind of stuff even mages don’t know it all when it comes to the truth about monsters. I mean the section in the university library is literally just a shelf with one half being books and stuff brought back from the few successful crusades that are no doubt filled with propaganda and the rest is just interrogation accounts from terrified farmers who got raped and now are facing an inquisitor.”


“Well there must be some way of finding out…” as he said that though, Karl started to look at Samantha, his eyes rising up to her horns, down to her chest, which same Samantha smile, pressing her arms together a bit to push her breasts out some more. Surprisingly only a few droplets of milk leaked out of her incredible breasts. But then the girls had been on her breasts pretty much the whole night so she probably needed Karl to get much more than this. Though while it could be because this short term version of the potion could be running out, the double dose probably meant that she’d likely stay a holstaur mamono for… at least another day… probably.


“What are you thinking?” Samantha asked, her smile growing wide, a blush starting to flow to her cheeks. Being looked at while having such a lewd body. She just wanted to grab Karl, pull his head into her breasts, to rub up against him, his cock penetrating into her as they started to fuck, to rut and let him fill her again. Her desire growing by the second, and she could even feel herself starting to leak as Karl opened his mouth and-


“You’re still a mamono, and you said that the Sabbat are likely the ones invading us… so that stands to reason that you could probably actually learn a thing or two about them, especially if they’ve got a base camp here,” Karl said, and like an anvil falling on Samantha’s head, her hopes for more sex was crushed. He was still thinking about this whole Sabbat thing… and it sounded like he wanted to use her to find this kind of stuff out.


“No, out of the question. I’m not talking to them.”


“Why?”


“Because I don’t want to, it’s dangerous for my sanity, and honestly because one of their most powerful witches wants to turn me into one of their “Onaychan” or something like that even though I can’t. Probably wouldn’t stop them from mind fucking me and turning me into some kid diddling little girl when I did actually alp and turn into a witch.”


“But you’re a mamono right now, you’re on their team until the potion wears of as far as anyone knows, so surely at the very least we could find something out, and what if we just seem curious? Make it seem like we want to join, then they might just tell us what they’re about. I mean, not everyone ends up as a member of the Sabbat right? We could just ask about it, and find out what they want, what they do, that kind of stuff.”


“And what if they just decide to transform me and mind fuck you? What if then?” at that though Karl gave a little snort and a boyish smirk as he patted his sword.


“Come on Sam, you’re the most powerful mage in the city since your sister disappeared beyond maybe a few witches. I’d say that’s probably enough to get away if trouble happens right? Plus, I’ll be there to help you, don’t forget, I fought my way back here through a couple dozen monsters without getting corrupted. Hell, I had to take down an ogre all by my lonesome just to get here,” as he boasted, Sam couldn’t help but blink a bit at that. Karl wasn’t a liar, it just wasn’t in his nature, so for him to boast like that, Sam couldn’t really take it any other way. Despite not being a hero, Karl had taken down an ogre. If he was a mage, it might not have been as impressive since even if a mage wasn’t a hero they could still become fairly powerful, yet Karl had apparently managed to fell one of the heavy hitters among the more common mamono. Slowly as she imagined it, Sam felt a smile spreading across her face, imagining in her mind as Karl, gallant as ever did battle with the hulking green horned monster woman, slicing her here and there, fighting off her attacks in feats of strength only a hunk like him, or a hero could achieve. Despite herself, Sam bit her lip as she through about how Karl had gone through all that, managed to against all odds make it back to her… all by his lonesome. 


“O-okay, if you’ll protect me I’ll go,” she said, unable to keep her voice steady as she agreed to go with him. Maybe after, they could do something nice together, maybe go on a date in one of the monster infested areas where it’d be safe?


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Samantha grumbled as her false bravado at having Karl with her had slowly as they walked started to wear thin, especially as she kept looking up at that mass of swirling magic, watching how it just kept on going. It’d been at least half an hour now and there was no sign of it even wavering. That there had to be the Baphomet then doing that.


Or her sister…


Though at least they kind of blended in as Sam’s rather sheer clothing was close enough to that of the various monsters that were wandering about that she didn’t look out of place at all. She was wearing the very brief outfit she’d prepared for herself when she’d answered the door with and other than being a bit plain, it fit in. Karl himself though looked as dashing as ever, clothed in his guard uniform, without all the armour of course since they weren’t on a “combat mission”. They did still have protection however as Sam had her wand in a pouch on her hip along with a spare bimbo beer. Karl meanwhile had his sword on his hip. As they walked through the place Samantha hung to Karl’s strong muscled arm that were like granite pillars, looking no different from the one or two love sick couples that they passed, and a few monster girl soldiers even gave Sam a thumbs up before rushing off with shiny silver swords held high to where ever trouble seemed to be brewing in the noble district. 


They themselves were heading to the east chapel where the Sabbat had their command post set up. Out on the street outside of the noble district’s walls, it was easy to see this part of the city had been taken long enough ago that some civilians were even walking about with mamono soldiers rushing about from building to building. Despite the less tense atmosphere though, the cries of delight from sex and perversion still sounded through the streets, along with the sound of shattering wood followed by screams of terror. More than once, Sam had to restrain Karl, having to whisper to him that there was nothing he could do. They were going to be converted one way or another, and all he’d do was get himself arrested. He didn’t like it… but it was unfortunately how it was.


As they walked, Samantha noticed that they were getting close to the place where she’d once upon a time had started to buy alchemy ingredients for cheap. She’d started back then buying alchemy supplies there both for class, as well as to make into study aids in order to stay awake into the early morning hours. As they neared the shop, Samantha almost thought she saw the wayward alchemist from a far land that owned the place. Though as they got closer, Samantha noted that the girl she thought was the alchemist Suzuki wasn’t. The monster girl for example had a very thick tail, fur on her legs that made them seem thick, and a pair of soft looking ears atop her head. The garb was also different since Suzuki said she didn’t have anything from her old homeland of Zipangu, though this monster girl obviously did going by the rather sheer silken outfit the girl wore. For a moment Sam wondered if Suzuki had made it out, but then the Danuki turned slightly so that Sam could see her face, and even with the darkened patch of skin around the eyes, she recognised the alchemist immediately. 


“Suzuki!?” Samantha said, stunned as she finally recognised the Danuki who was appraising the shop. From the looks of it, it looked like it’d gotten a make over, having changed looking like a normal shop front to suddenly having various Zipangu decorations all over the front of it. The sudden twitch of the girl’s ears seemed to indicate she heard Sam, and turning, the mamono looked around in confusion, looked to Samantha and then Karl. She looked to Karl for a moment, recognising him, before her gaze shifted to Sam. As expected, she didn’t recognise Sam, just as Samantha had barely recognised one of the few people she usually dealt with on a regular basis beyond Karl. 


“Uh, do I-“ the Danuki started before suddenly she realised something, smacked her head before her demeanour changed from confused and curious, to energetic and friendly. “Doh, I mean, Hello customers~!”


As she spoke, she bounded up to the couple, smiling happily as she pulled out a brochure and practically stuffed it in Karl’s free hand.


“I’d say welcome to my café but I haven’t even started renovating it, but that doesn’t mean that we’re not open! I can get you a Prisoner Fruit soda lick-it-y split since I just slapped on the carbonation rune on the vat so my famous Pri-cinder soda should only be a few moments away! Or if you’re looking for my old alchemy stuff you’re in luck as since I haven’t renovated yet it’s still here rather than in the back alley shop I was going to set up, so what will it be?” she asked. As she spoke, Karl took the small brochure that she offered as Sam blanched slightly.


“It’s me Suzuki, it’s Sam, I’m uh…” Sam said cutting straight to it, leaving Suzuki to blink for a moment as she looked over Samantha again. As she did, she started to frown, her tail drooping as she seemed to start to recognise her despite the near total change. 


“Sam, Sam Zauberritter from the university?” she asked, almost hesitantly to which Sam nodded and then Suzuki started to pout.


“Aw Maou, you alped? I thought that we could have… well you know, had something…” she said, her pout growing deeper. Sam in turn raised an eyebrow, which prompted Suzuki to continue.


“And you alped without me! We could have become business partners too! You’d have been my cute lil Danuki assistant and it’d have been so cute and great and fun! Wah! Aw Maou I just got rotten luck don’t I? When you asked me for all that corrupted demon realm stuff, I thought “jackpot!” because you were cute and all that. That and I uh… well I kind of wanted to get you as my husband. I thought I had more time, but then the invasion happened, and I was going to come over when the invasion happened and be “oh so scared~” but then it happened when I was away and…” she trailed off, a glum smile on her face as she looked at Sam, before her spirits seemed to lighten after a moment before sliding to Sam’s side and grabbed the larger girl in a one armed hug before turning them towards Karl who was still looking through the brochure.


“But hey there’s plenty of fish in the sea, and I can see you already caught one~! Really quickly too! Maou, you developed really fast to. I mean like wow,” she said as she pulled away, her arms shooting out and seeming to outline Samantha’s grand form for herself, earning a grin from both Samantha, and a few passers by. “I know Alps become even more feminine than the average succubi but damn you went from my cute lil’ twig boy too little Miss Moooo!”


Sam couldn’t help as she began to blush, and the longer Suzuki went, the redder her blush, especially as Karl was smiling as he watched the Danuki’s antics. Rather than act out she just scratched the back of her head, unsure how to even properly process the ribbing properly. Though she had posed a question. Motioning Suzuki over, Sam bent down so she could whisper to the smaller girl. Sensing a secret coming her way, Suzuki grinned before scampering over to place one of her giant ears close to Sam.


“It’s the potion I was brewing, all those ingredients I needed in the last few weeks were all for the potion I’m using to turn myself into an Alp, otherwise it would have taken far longer.” Suzuki’s eyes widened as she turned to look over Sam again.


“Wow, that’s the kind of stuff I’d expect outta the Sabbat or something, not some cute Order boy,” she said before smiling wide. “Say… you perhaps willing to sell that kind of stuff to me? If I can make instant Alps, I might be able to sell that kind of stuff.”


“Works on more than just men,” Karl said idly, drawing Suzuki’s interest. “Some girls I was escorting accidentally drank some of it and turned into mamono.”


“Pfft, not just mamonos, better mamonos,” Samantha proudly corrected. From what she’d seen of the average mamono in the texts and now on the streets, they were alright, but nothing compared to what she could achieve, though that might have to do with the fact that her potion used prisoner fruit along with the rest of her ingredients. Prisoner fruit did after all 


“Oh really? Well I can certainly say that you’re obviously better than average, but maybe that’s just you? I mean alps once they’ve accepted their new feminine nature generally become more amorous than the average girl. I’ll need to have a demonstration before I can believe that claim. If you have extra then maybe we could test it out together? Have a bit of fun and then after I can determine if it was worth a third of my stock of back door demon realm stuff,” Suzuki asked. Sam was almost tempted to give the danuki her spare bottle to let the mamono girl experience having a better bimbo body, but then she might need it if her predictions about her transformation turned out to be less than accurate.


“I’ll have to grab one of the other spares I made,” Sam said, though something else Suzuki had said seemed to catch Karl’s ear.


“A third? There are potions in every cup on every surface in Sam’s place, what were you going to do with all of that demon realm stuff?” Karl asked his voice only barely holding back, and not very well, an accusing tone that made the small danuki shrink back.


“Okay, uh, let’s change the subject,” Suzuki said with a little apprehension in her voice. Luckily for Suzuki, Sam gave Karl a little pout and while he still wasn’t exactly happy, he only grumbled before sighing so Suzuki was safe from a harsh tongue lashing. 


”So where are you two lovebirds heading out to right now hmm? A romantic picnic that just needs some of my Pri-cinder soda, or maybe joining the main Sabbat here hmm? Just so you know the Kuroferuru Sabbat and they generally don’t really like Holstaurs so you probably want to wait until one of the other Sabbats show up so you can join. The best for a Holstaur like yourself would probably be the Marune Sabbat,” Suzuki said.


“Kurofe- what?” Karl questioned, mirroring Sam’s own confusion, though Sam’s was about how a Danuki knew so much about the various factions of the Sabbat to know their individual names. Unless she was perhaps a part of the Sabbat. Her figure was rather… small, though she’d just assumed it was due to being a foreigner since she still looked like a young adult, if a short one. 


Then again, she seemed to be in cahoots with the invaders, so she might actually know about which specific little sects of the Sabbat wanted to invade… unless what she meant was a specific faction of the Sabbat.


“Oh yeah, you Orderites generally don’t know about the difference. Well I don’t have any sort of in-depth knowledge, you’d need to go to the Sabbat base in the old east side chapel and get one of their short introduction books to learn more.”


“We were actually heading there now, to learn a thing or two,” Sam said as Suzuki nodded.


“That’s good, and if you decide to join one of the Sabbats, make sure to come back here after the rite of spring! I wanna see how much of a cutie you become after it, or not still come back. I think my cousin sells milking machines that lets your hubby fuck you at the same time as I get your sweet sweet milkies! I’ll pay you for every bit of sweet sweet holstaur milk you give me, and also a big ol’ discount at the café, five percent off~!”0 she said, a lewd and perverse grin spreading across her cheeks. The two nodded before walking off. After putting some distance between them and Suzuki, Sam finally breathed a sigh, her expression darkening. 


“As if I’d ever do the rite of spring,” she muttered while Karl pulled her close. As he did so, Sam couldn’t help but swoon, hugging him back as they moved along. As they continued on, neither of them noticed how Sam’s breasts had slowly, ever so slowly started shrinking, or how her tail just as slowly shortened in length.


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The old east chapel while not as grand as the city’s main cathedral was easy to pick out from the rest of the buildings, and not just from the fact that a swirling umbral tornado of magic was shooting out of the steeple into the gloomy cloud covered sky. The chapel itself was situated atop a gentle hill which housed many graves along its slope. The building itself wasn’t too remarkable, merely consisting of a stone walled building with a steeple that rose two or so stories above the rest of the building, mirroring many other small chapels in this part of the world.


Already the pair could see an assortment of banners having been rolled down the sides of the walls with what Sam supposed was the symbol of this particular Sabbat emblazoned upon them. Some childlike witches already were flying around on broomsticks, seeming to magically paint or darken the stone of the church, slowly turning the whole thing into black, though it seemed less a priority since every few feet a witch would leave the wall and head towards an area on the hill hidden by large parasols where wild grunting and the squeals of witch girls emanated. Karl shuddered as Sam frowned, but the pair kept moving on, trying to ignore the lewd and seemingly lazy work crew.


The first thing Samantha noticed as started Karl opening the door, was that a wave of demonic mana flowed over her. It was like opening a hot room and being slammed by a heat wave, only far more… exciting. Already somewhat aroused, Sam felt a churning in her core, her clit getting hard, her nipples growing turgid as she grew wet and began to blush. She could smell the heavy scent of sex already wafting out from the room, wetting Samantha’s mouth now as the thought of Karl, his cock briefly flitted through her mind, before she stamped down on it. Later… and definitely not here. It wasn’t safe here.


Then as Karl opened the door the rest of the way for her Sam’s eyes widened when she entered. When Karl entered, he seemed taken aback and nearly choked on his own spit as he looked inside to the once quaint chapel to the Chief Goddess. Sex dominated the main part of the church beyond the small entrance room. All along the various pews were couples of what looked like little girls and grown men fucking all over the church of the pews. Most of the girls didn’t even look like monsters, except for a few here who hadn’t lost their iconic hats. All those being fucked writhed in delight as they were taken by the disgusting perverts who inhabited the place. As Sam gazed, her eyes started to shift as she noticed people other than the various paedophilic couples. 


Around the church were various Nuns also being fucked, though usually not by men, but by witches or other such childlike mamono. All were bound, their vestments mostly thrown to the side, tied up in one way or another and were often gagged or magically silenced as they were taken by the gaggles of juvenile looking mamono. Strap ons and shadowy tentacles were the main weapons of these demonic rapists, though some had their faces stuffed between the legs of the nuns, eating them out even as they either moaned in horror through their gags or silently screamed as they struggled either against rope, chains, or more mamono who held them down. Some even seemed to have given into pleasure as well, their faces having shifted form looks of horror and despair, to unrestrained expressions of delight as they were fucked. 


At the head of the church under a statue of the Chief God, Sam’s eyes widened as she saw a baphomet, the baphomet who’d taken her sister, who’d… who’d changed her from what she once was, to what she was now. The creature that’d turned her wonderful, beautiful sister, into a pint sized witch girl. There the creature was, being taken by some young man over the alter of the Chief God, her arms pulled back and her young seeming breasts out for all to see as her man drove his cock into her over and over again as she squealed along with the rest of the blasphemous witches here. For a moment Sam panicked, almost getting ready to cast a spell, but as she watched the thing getting fucked, Sam couldn’t help but notice how it didn’t react to them, and how her head flopped here and there as she was pounded. Finally, after a moment Samantha realised her jaw had been clenched, and slowly she tired to relieve that tension, slacking that jaw, and relaxing her shoulders slightly. The baphomet was busy at the moment, and thus shouldn’t be a problem. 


Karl however, seemed on a razors edge, his hand on his sword, a look of disgust and horror seemed permanently stuck to his features. No doubt his stomach roiled with bile at the sight. Placing a hand on his arm though, Karl looked to Sam who just shook her head.


“The only thing that’d happen is that we’d be converted. They’d then use their mind magic on us and then we’d be as depraved as them,” she said. Karl seemed conflicted, his hand not leaving his sword for a long while, before eventually he grumbled and let go. “If you want, I can go and you can stand outside.”


“If you don’t mind,” he said. As Samantha nodded, Karl seemed to sigh, gave her a smile and said: “If you need anything, just shout.” 


Then in a rush, he practically fled the once sacred place of the Chief Goddess and slammed the door behind him. That seemed to finally rouse a few curious heads that looked Sam’s way. Most turned back to their hubbies, a few gazes lingered a moment, and Sam noticed a few looks of disgust or annoyance flash across their face before seeming to turn their noses up at her. In the end, there was but a few faces that still looked his way, and one small cat girl clad in nothing but a bikini that covered naught but her nipples and a very very sheer set of panties that rode high over her hips pulled herself away from defiling a bound, helpless nun and sauntered her way over with a slow, catlike grace. 


“Hey there horny,” she said as she got close. “What’s a farm animal like you doing here?”


At the seeming put down, Sam merely raised an eyebrow at the cat witch, though the little girl shaped witch didn’t seem to notice, still waiting patiently as Sam pursed her lips, only just noticing how they’d seemingly shifted back, her puffy bimbo lips now just a regular pair.


“I came because I wanted to learn about the Sabbat, I know some of the basics but… well, those were all from the Order’s library rather than anything… informative,” as she said this, the juvenile cat girl seemed to perk up at that.


“Oh, were you a mage?” she asked to which Sam nodded, snapping her fingers a moment and producing a quick flashy spark. The sudden use of magic seemed to interest one or two of the witches who were tending to the nuns, though they were only interested for a moment before going back to tormenting their bound victims. 


“Ahh… well…” as the cat girl spoke, she seemed to start to re-evaluate Samantha, gazing her over again, but still frowned. 


“Really unfortunate that body you got there,” she said as she began to scratch her chin. “Really unfortunate. It’s a shame that a smart girl such as yourself became a holstaur. I mean maybe you could make it among the Marune Sabbat since you haven’t yet become a dummy like most of your species. However, that relies on you actually wishing to still be a mage and not a brainless bimbo, but if you transformed into a holstaur… Well anyways even if you managed to keep your smarts, a holstaur can never truly be a part of the Kuroferuru Sabbat, your tits are just simply too big and will still be even after the rite…”


Despite knowing that the little witches of the Sabbat seemed to enjoy being little girls, to hear her say such thing… Sam felt an immediate distaste filling her though she did her best to hide it. Bimbo bodies and by extension big breasts were the best, and the lil snottling should recognise that. To not was simply alien, absurd, and too ridiculous to take seriously. For a moment, Sam was half a mind to force her spare potion down the runt’s throat so that she could experience having a great, luscious and exciting body that was far superior to her current puntable one. Then maybe she’d realise how nice it was to rub them up against her hubby, to have him play with her, grabbing her tits and gently caressing them, or even squeezing them, abusing those big ol’ melons, sliding his cock between them and his dick poping out so she could suck on it with her sensitive slutty lips and make- 


“That’s what a friend of mine thought as well, though I don’t know why, what exactly is so different between the Kuroferuru Sabbat and the Marune Sabbat? Are there other Sabbats that I should know about? Are there many other factions of the Sabbat?” Sam said finally, trying to ignore her blush, how her imagination went straight for Karl and his cock. She’d jeopardise their mission if she went about trying to turn these disgusting perverted little girls into proper big boobed bimbo perverts like any right minded Orderite would love to fuck.


“Right, your new, just a moment,” the girl said as reached back, and Sam’s eyes widened as the girl seemed to bend back, her arm reaching to her rear. Averting her eyes, all Sam could do was listen in horror as there was a slick, wet sound. When Sam looked back the cat girl was holding a wand, a rather thick and vaguely penis shaped “wand”, as large as Sam’s forearm with a bulbous shaft and a flared bottom. Sam stayed silent trying not to blush despite the lewd implications, hoping that this witch had just made herself look young and wasn’t actually as young as she looked and finally also trying to wrap her mind around how the girl had managed to fit such a thick and long thing in her… 


The cat girl waved her wand around in a circle, a common enough gesture for lesser spells, and in her free hand appeared a small book… that seemed to be covered in pornographic imagery of little girls in… various compromising situations. Sam almost didn’t want to take it, unable to help her grimace as the cat girl walked up close and handed it to Samantha.


“Now you see, while there are lots of smaller sabbats, all of them are part of a larger sabbat faction like… like,” as she spoke, she seemed to notice something and paused, her brow furrowed as she looked to Sam.


Then Sam noticed it herself as she could actually somewhat feel the floor now and her hoofs under her felt longer as if they’d grown out. She could even wiggle the twin toes of her hoofs as if they were her old human toes. Her tail as well she finally noticed had shrunk and looking down, she saw her breasts had shrunk since the cat girl had slipped away from her rapey fun time. Not by more than a cup but it had still gotten the attention of the cat girl. Then Sam realised something else, her clit was getting more sensitive. She’d attributed the tingling to the corruption in the air and the sight of such depravity playing on her lustful hind brain. In reality though, it’d been her clit growing. She twitched down there and it wasn’t just her love tunnel that twitched, but also a small sensitive shaft that had been growing. She could feel it twitch; quivering with a tiny micro erection, pressing up against the cloth of her panties, sending sparks through the sensitive nub. The potion was coming undone. She thought she had more time. She hadn’t noticed it because she was so focused on Karl, and she’d dumbly assumed that a double dose meant double the duration, when she had no evidence to back that up. 


The cat’s eyes seemed to brighten after many long sniffs, and in a second she sniffed the air one last long time before her slit pupils narrowed to sharp daggers. 


“Pre, I smell pre~” she said nearly breathless. “You’re not Holstaur. You’re a new oni-chan!”


The last part she said loud enough to catch some people’s attention and now she knew that she’d fucked up. On instinct the cat girls’ claws came out and she lowered herself, preparing to pounce. While she could reach for her wand, this whole place was a room filled to the brim with mages, many of which knew how to do an easy counter spell in their sleep, especially the Baphomet getting fucked on the alter. An area spell thus probably wouldn’t work… her potion though? Despite it being meant for ingestion, it did work through skin contact even when vaporised…


Sam barely had time to reach for her pouch as the cat girl attempted to pounce. Her claws were outstretched and she had on a feral expression. Sam’s eyes widened as she stepped back. Yet as the girl pounced, Sam kicked out at the it, and surprised herself at how far the cat was kicked back as she flew back to the main room. Many of the witches near the back suddenly stopped and looked at Sam with both bewilderment and what looked to be excitement. Some even moved away from their bound nuns, toys and various bondage implements slipping away from their victims as they eyed Samantha up drawing wands or seeming to heft up their various toys. The cat girl as she rose up seemed particularly excited, licking her lips as she smacked her massive dildo wand against her off hand like it was a club.


Oh shit.


Retaliation was instant as wands were pointed at her. Black tentacles spewed forth from the cat witch’s dildo wand while other spells flew at Sam who barely had time to dodge to the side of the small room she was in. Light flew past and smacked against the door behind her while the tentacles tried to spew forth into the room. Grabbing both her potion and wand, Sam tried to get a shield up but before it even had much time to form, the magical tentacles slammed up against it and the shield was blown apart. They tried to grab her and the tentacles forced the holstaur had to dodge again as the tentacles tried to follow her. With a snarl, Sam cast a cutting spell on the lewd tendrils, popping them like soap bubbles, before with an underhanded toss threw up her spare potion over the crowd in the main room before pointing her wand at her potion and fired off a flaming bolt.


While counter spells were prepared in near unison, none were meant to protect the potion, and the fiery bolt shattered the bottle, the fire vaporising the contents inside and sending forth a thick cloud of Samantha’s bimbo beer from the bottle. Before some could react, the pleasant smelling smoke hit them, engulfing the forms of those near the front, witch, nun and incubus all.


The change was near instant. While some got off some spell to protect them, or just simply dodged out of the vaporised potion’s cloud, most were too slow. Those who were engulfed by the cloud began to change. Rapidly their breasts began to balloon, their bodies grew from their previous diminutive size. Their asses, thighs, hips all shifting and pleasantly expanding as the bimbo beer worked its magic on them. Their faces matured and their lips thickened, replacing the once childish looking girls was a small group of women that’d catch the eye of any man throughout the Order continent.


Similarly, the incubi were transformed into succubae, their bodies shifting and changing as they grew breasts, their cocks shrunk into clits and they made confused feminine sounds as they seemed barely to understand what was going on. All the once male demons were dumbstruck by the change, their gazes shifting down in near unison, their hands unable to stop from touching their new sultry forms. 


Feminine laughs erupted from further in the room. It caught Sam off guard, and while nearly all of the bimbos looked down to themselves in horror, a few either didn’t seem to mind, or in the case of one couple, they seemed to be into it. Some of the witches tried some magic, but that only seemed to spur the cloud on, and despite what Sam assumed was a polymorph spell or something, nothing changed about them. They’d be stuck like this until the potion finally wore off.


Then Sam noticed the few nun’s caught in the cloud. Bound as they were, it was hard to see them, but while in the cloud they’d begun to shift as well. One girl bulged out, the leather straps holding her strained for long moments, before bursting, sending a belt buckle flying about the room as her new massive breasts couldn’t be held any longer. Another merely ripped her way through the restraints… though the last one’s change drew Sam’s eyes. The odd shiny black material covering her whole body started to bulge and expand outwards in all directions. Thorns and horns burst from the black bondage bag. Claws poked through and two sets of teeth started to chew through the bag. 


There was a monstrous roar, an intense jet of flame spewed forth as everyone stopped for just a moment. From the bondage bag a horned draconic head emerged. While she looked excited, it wasn’t with lust that she shook, but rather it was a baleful glare made worse by how her face scrunched up to form an expression of pure hate. Then the bag riped the rest of the way open and a pair of tentacles lashed out with razor sharp teeth while fire poured from the mouth of the former nun.


Yet as she tried to attack, the Jabberwock was encased in some kind of bubble shield that stopped her. Sam looked over to the alter and saw the baphomet had gotten up. At some point she’d gotten a demonic looking scythe, and seemed to be using it channel her magic. Yet that barely seemed to deter the newly transformed mamono as with her claws, she dug them into the shield, and with a roar that shook the church she pierced the shield and ripped it apart, before leaping at the baphomet, fire spewing from her mouth, lighting the floor she traveled over on fire as she sped forth to try to rip her foe apart. Like most of the witches, Sam similarly stood idle watching as the dragon girl charged, until the door opened and Sam suddenly felt a hand grab her arm and pull her through the door. Once she was through, Karl slammed the door shut behind them before spinning Samantha around to face him.


“The hell happened!?” Karl asked as inside they could still hear the commotion going on as the sound of magic and cries of rage sounded through the thick door. Something crashed into the heavy church door and the dragon girl skidded through the entrance, her claws dragging deep gouges into the cobblestone before she cried out once more and in a mad rage before she leapt forth once more. In a panic Karl slammed the door closed and stayed to keep it closed even though it likely wouldn’t help. Yet as Sam thought that, there was another thud and rather than open, it stayed shut. 


“My po-” as she tried to speak, her voice had shifted, turning more masculine, going from the soft highly feminine to something more androgynous. Grunting, Sam tried to adjust to suddenly having an Adam’s apple once more. “My potion started wearing off. She tired to jump me and so I splashed some of the crowd with my potion, now one of the nuns has turned into a bimbo dragon and is going berserk.” 


As she spoke Karl seemed to catch onto the berserk dragon being a former nun and he looked to the door as if he could see beyond it. “Then should we go and help? Maybe with her help we could take down this sabbat?”


“Don’t be foolish,” Sam declared as he pulled out his wand and pointed at the door before muttering a small incantation to seal the door. “Sure she turned into a dragon, but it’s a baphomet in there along with her whole cadre of crones. That dragon’s toast unless she can escape and same for us too if-”


As she spoke, there was the sound of glass shattering along, rapidly followed by wood splintering. Something caught Sam’s eye and as she looked up, her eyes widened as she saw the dragon and the baphomet, and it certainly wasn’t looking good for the Jabberwock. Up above the baphomet seemed to be juggling the dragon girl in the air by rapidly kicking her, each kick propelling the big boobed bimbo up higher and higher. 


Then Sam noticed the pillar of magic being blasted silently into the air faded, and out flew a single witch from the steeple. Like all witches, she was small, and in nothing but a few strings of twine that covered nothing on her. From her back tentacles writhed and wriggled around on her, the dripping things playing with her body all over while she unconsciously ground herself into it. Her purple hair was done in pig tails as a witch hat hung from a cord on her neck. Of all the changes, only one thing had stayed consistent, and that was her wand, a sceptre that she’d gotten upon graduating from the university. Unlike the rest of her, it wasn’t transformed into a perverse thing, its gem only darkening rather than turning into something lewd like some kind of dildo or something.


Floating there was his big sister, Seigfreya… once she’d been objectively beautiful, enough that it made their parents try to hide her form from others until eventually they disappeared, just like she had. Now though… now she’s been changed to this…


Seigfreya looked up at her corruptor, her master, and sped off towards her, no doubt to help with the Jabberwock. That fight up there was over, the dragon just didn’t know it yet.


“Sam?” she heard Karl ask as he looked to her, but Sam just turned away from the fight and started to spin her wand. They should get out of her before anyone decided to take notice of them over the fight going on above, especially as from what Sam could see soldiers were starting to move their way in towards the burning church as more witches flew their way out of the church and watched the battle above. Inside Sam could feel and hear magic being used, likely to put out the flames. 


Clearing it all from her mind, she focused on where she wanted to go, twirling her wand faster and faster, a spiralling portal appearing in front of her, the location starting to appear and take shape in the deep blue portal she was forming. She didn’t need it to last for long, so as soon as the image stopped wobbling, she grabbed at Karl’s shirt, and tried to pull him along. Seeming to understand, Karl jumped along through the portal as it rapidly began to destabilise behind them. 


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Stepping out of the swirls they found themselves in some kind of back room or storage room. Not taking any chances, Sam turned, and with a few swipes of her wand the cloudy portal rapidly dissipated, turning into blue clouds of magic vapour. Sam looked around, wand out and ready to cast something harmful… yet there was nothing but shelves of alchemical goods, and Karl with his sword out and at the ready. While Sam had been dissipating the portal, Karl had already started to investigate between the shelves. After a moment he came back and sheathed his sword. 


“I thought you said teleporting wouldn’t work?” he asked, and Sam nodded.


“Teleporting out of the city wouldn’t work. The whole place has that net around it to catch people, but inside? I mean it was kind of gamble, but if we didn’t get out, we were kind of fucked anyways so…”


“Well… at least we got out… I wasn’t liking our chances if all those soldiers started to come after us” Karl said as he started to come back to Sam. As Karl came closer, he gave Sam a once over, his head tilting a bit. 


“You’re not a holstaur any more but you still look like a girl, is the potion still wearing off or…?” he asked, but Sam shook her, or rather his head. He could feel his penis was back, though certainly not back to its original length from a month ago. It’d gone from about average to something that was about the size of one of his finger bones. Another side effect of the potion slowly corrupting him as time went on. Over a month of testing… drink after drink, night after night of…


“No, ah, well… the potion is a corruptive one. If a person keeps drinking it, they’ll slowly get more and more corrupted as time goes on, and… well that means their body will change as well. While I… have been trying to corrupt myself and turn into an Alp… there are a few, mental things I’ve been trying to escape from, and fortify against with this potion.”


“What do you mean?”


“What I mean is that there are stories of accounts of what happens to people. Most of them are monster propaganda, or other things, sometimes first hand accounts of those who escape, but often enough, there is a non-insignificant amount of people who almost completely and utterly change when they transform. They basically stop being the person they were before, and turn into something else. Basically they die and something takes over their body, or at least that’s how I’ve come to see it. It doesn’t happen to everyone, but there are a lot of people who just… aren’t themselves anymore, and I want to keep that from happening to me, so I’ve been trying to figure out how to fight against any kind of radical personality shifts, mostly by identifying them or any other foreign intrusion, and then acting against it, either alchemically or through other means… I’ve lately gotten a lot better at it…”


“Radical personality shifts? Has this happened before?” Karl asked, to which Sam nodded.


“Yeah… the first time I tried my potion myself… I… kind of lost myself… Do you remember the succubus incident about a month back?” Karl nodded, already likely seeing where this story was going. In truth, it hadn’t been a succubus but rather a dark mage. “That was me… I just suddenly changed, my whole personality shifted and at the time I didn’t even see anything wrong with it. It was like, all my troubles fell away except one, and I knew exactly how to fix it too. It was like…”


Yet as he spoke, his voice trailed away, remembering that time. How he’d changed, how his form had shifted, and with it his mind as well. Somewhere in him he felt as if he’d connected to something, something vast and infinite compared to his small self. Yet how could one describe such a thing? It was like being in the presence of something immense, something beyond himself that he’d connected to. He’d thought he’d had an epiphany as parts of himself had slipped away, as thoughts, annoyances, hatreds… it all slipped away. Looking at it, he became something else while monsterised during that first time he tested that potion on himself, something terrible.


Thankfully the potion had been temporary, and he’d shifted back eventually, back to his wrongness, away from what felt… right, back to the body he had no qualms shedding, and back to all his little personality quirks that had left him no friends but that of Karl, stubborn boyish Karl, and formerly his sister. Though not before he’d nearly stormed the university in a blitz of new found magical power that would have begun the monsterisation of this realm long before the Sabbat arrived. After his sister had been kidnapped and monsterised by the Sabbat, there’d been no single hero strong enough to stand against him as he’d made his way to the university to mount the tower there. The realm he would have made would have surely rivalled even that of the demon realm of Lescaite, and he’d have been its dark mage queen.


Sam shivered before turning back to Karl. “I’ve since managed to fix the process enough that I won’t end up that wicked witch any longer. There are still… some things that come through though depending on the transformation… Nothing bad, just… kind of quirky… mostly…”


Like how he’d been mooing, or how he’d really really wanted to rub his breasts against Karl. Not that he still didn’t, even if they were small by comparison to before… merely small handfuls rather than the rolling hills they had been.


“I see… That’s good then…” he said, and then his head shifted as he looked over his Sam’s shoulder. Sam turned as well to see a surprised Suzuki looking at them both. In her two hands she had a pair of multi-barrel weapons pointed towards them and a thunderous expression… until she noticed Sam. Her weapon lowered an inch and she had to do a double take as she looked Sam over from head to toe.


“Sam!?”


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Meanwhile~! (Bonus Omake)


“Ow! Fudge sickles! Ooooow!”


“Why’d you fly through the window!?”


“I thought it’d be cool! They do it in all those Zipangu mangas!”


“Mangas, aren’t, real, you horny nincompoop! You can’t just jump through windows! Glass hurts!”


“Ahhh ow~!”


“What are you guys talking about? I was fine when I jumped through!”


“You race’s skin is literally hard as marble, you don’t count!”


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Sam smiled as he looked down at the latest iteration of the potion that would hopefully save his morality. A morality threatened by the horrible mamono mages who desired his sexual interests turned in a rather… paedophilic direction. On an average day, unlike his sister, Sam didn’t actually care too much about mamono. They were a problem for the Order and those who closely followed the will of the Chief God. Not that he wasn’t a worshipper, but he had no interest in ending up conscripted into a war he cared nothing about only to get raped at the end of whatever crusade they called. Besides, the Northern Kingdom of Sordan was doing well enough against regular monsters.


But when the mamono mages, or any other mamono threatened to alter his very mind? That’s when he took exception, and a baphomet threatening him with “Teaching him the wonders of loli love,” very much fit.


Now of course he had no illusions of actually winning any bout with a baphomet, or of possibly running away from her. His time researching mamono at the academy, not to mention for the creation of his potion he had now had revealed to him the great reach of any such powerful monsters. Racoon illusionists, aerial dominance, teleportation, etcetera… There were so many tools the baphomet could use to snatch him from away from wherever he escaped to.


However, befuddling them could be possible for a time, letting him steal victory from the jaws of defeat.


Not to mention becoming his true self. A self he’d longed for… for quite a time.


Taking a deep breath, Sam smelled his brew, his corrupt little potion, the thing that would let him both save his mind, and finally let him shed this horrible shell he’d been slipped into on accident. It would have happened eventually, he knew it. He’d learned about it when he’d discovered an old text by a bygone inquisitor that discussed the matter of “alps.” Men whose desires were not “pure” would become them even if they denied it. Alps would come from those who would feel lust for when the looked upon men, even if they felt the same for women.


Sam’s desires certainly weren’t pure, especially when he looked to his friend Karl, how he’d grown to be a strapping lad. The man’s muscles had become pillars of marble, his chest huge and defined. Karl’s abs could be used to grate cheese, and his jaw was strong enough to have been chiselled from granite. Seeing him in any kind of state of undress…


Sam shivered at the thought, while he was enticed by the female form too, perhaps a bit too much in certain regards, Karl was pretty much his only friend, and despite himself… he knew that if he were to be corrupted now, with not baphomet interference, there was no doubt that he would Alp.


Thus, his corrupt potion… he needed a better name for it. 


Well, no time like the present. Swirling the potion around a bit, Sam poured it out into his cup. The brew smelt like Cinderbell tea, a somewhat expensive tea many minor nobles enjoyed that Sam used as a base. Taking a deep breath, Sam downed the tea in a single gulp before setting the teacup down. For a moment, nothing happened, alarm bells started to sound outside, but Sam ignored them. Nothing he’d be able to do about it anyways. 


It started off with warm blooming from just about everywhere. Not just his loins though even as his cock hardened, but his whole body. Sam swallowed his spit, but his mouth was starting to get dry while his body continued to heat up. Unable to help it Sam started to pant like a dog, while at the same time he felt sweat starting to spread across his body. Despite it, he felt like it was barely helping with the heat. Needing to cool down, Sam shed his clothes, the things falling to the floor, and already they were nearly soaked. With a finger Sam flicked it across his sweat soaked arm, and it was almost like sliding a finger against a dewy leaf, water gathering around his fingers, and then he soon noticed the hair. His finger had come away with not just sweat, but the hair had come right off, and it left smooth skin behind. Looking down Sam noticed that his clothes had also ended up covered in his hair, and as he felt himself dripping, he gazed down to see his body hair following the sweat as it slid into a puddle below him. 


As Sam marvelled, he started to feel his ass, his thighs, and his loins growing even hotter. Sam reached down, touched them and it felt like his hands were cool by comparison. On instinct Sam reached for his genitals, before pulling away, a gasp escaping his mouth as his cock had jumped right to attention. The thing was smaller, and yet it twitched with a furious vigour as Sam nearly came from just that. The sensation of pleasure that had ripped through him had been so intense that he’d nearly fallen back. It’d been enough that he almost didn’t notice it as he felt his thighs beginning to touch, or his ass getting thicker, and rounder. Then paying attention to his chest, Sam saw his nipples growing, quill tip sized nubs expanding as they grew turgid, before his breasts started to rapidly balloon, growing a cup every few moments as the heat got turned up on his chest as well. It was like a sauna, and then Sam made the mistake of reaching for a breast. 


“Ooooh~!” Sam let out as he touched his breasts, not even the nipple as just the rough grab was enough to enflame his desires. Unable to hold himself back, Sam’s fingers journeyed further, sliding wonderfully up his breasts, his other hand reaching down to his even smaller cock. As soon as he reached his nipple the sensation of sensual delight filled him and nearly made him start to cum. The moment he wrapped his soft, smooth hand around his cock, it was like he’d thrown an oil pot into the lustful fire at his core. He felt the mechanisms of his member start to churn, his balls pulling in, his dick growing ever more sensitive as he rapidly jerked his now micro dick in with his fingers, his eyes rolling back as the sensations over took him. Sam let out a moan as the orgasm ripped through her, jism spraying into her hand as her eyes crossed, her mouth hanging open as she fell to her knees, her hips shaking and humping at her hand, prolonging the delightful pleasure rapidly burning her up from the inside out. 


In a haze of lust, Sam at some point brought her cum stained fingers up to her lips and started to lick and suck on them, the skin turning smoother than they’d ever been while she suckled on her own seed. The taste was delicious, her arousal soaring once again as she reached down with her other hand and quickly found that instead of a micro penis, a hole had appeared. Sam didn’t even hesitate as she let her fingers dive in, sliding into her slit with no restraint, moaning aloud as pleasure started to hammer her brain once again while she explored her new cavity. 


The feeling was so intense that Sam forgot to pay attention to the other transformations enveloping her body as bones shrunk and her hips widened. Her only focus was on the fingers sliding in and out of her new loins, exploring her virgin pussy. The feeling was not unlike a reversal of when she’d stroke herself, only pushing inward rather than out. Sam moaned more as the intensity continued to ramp, unable to stop herself now that she’d begun. Sam’s fingers kept exploring her slit, diving in with nearly her whole hand until she suddenly hit a specific spot. 


“Oooooh fuck yeah~!” Sam moaned around her cum soaked digits as she started to hammer one specific spot, her G-spot. With each assault from her fingers, divine delight thundered its way forth across her body, clouding her mind even more. Her hips continued to meet her fingers as they started to speed up, while she continued to lick and suck on her cum stained ones, before she started to feel herself coming closer once again. Sam moans grew in both crescendo and speed as she got closer to her goal. As she approached the knife’s edge Sam thought of slowing down, of perhaps edging herself a bit to hold. Her inexperience though doomed her as her fingers slid across a specific spot, and Sam’s eyes widened as a blast of sensation from her clit filled her. It was enough to bring Sam’s now thick and juicy legs together around her fingers to drive them in one last time as Sam cried out around her fingers in delight as she came once again. 


Exhausted, Sam collapsed after that into a puddle of sweat and hair, uncaring for the moment as she just lay there, letting out satisfied moans as she came down from her sexual high. Sam wasn’t sure how long she lay there, but eventually she gained enough strength to push herself up, and magic’d away the mess she’d made. For a moment Sam looked to her boy clothes, and considered them for a second, before smiling and ignoring them. She wasn’t going to be confined to some boyish clothes that probably didn’t fit her any more. Sam, or rather Samantha, had better ideas.


While her sister had… burned her feminine clothes, she still had clothes here and with just a bit of a creative use of some mending spells, some new clothes could be fashioned that actually fit her new form. Walking off to her sister’s room, Samantha grabbed a plain set of clothes her sister used to relax in, and started tearing at them. In their current form they’d never be able to fit around Samantha’s new and improved body, but with a few spells…


Within minutes, Samantha slipped on her new shirt and shorts, the best she could do for now. The shorts barely fit, pressing into her ass enough to merely highlight it. Meanwhile her shirt was little more than a sturdier bra with sleeves and a collar, tied together with a belt in a vain hope to keep her breasts contained. She could see the nubs of her nipples against the fabric, and the way it rubbed as she moved, Samantha was pretty sure she’d not exactly lose her blush any time soon, especially as she admired herself in the mirror. She licked around her thick lips, and smiled at her reflection for a-


But then there was a loud series of banging at the door, with a loud voice accompanying it: “Sam, open up!”


It was her friend, Karl. For a moment Samantha licked her lips, imagining his well muscled form, taking her in his powerful arms, holding her tight, before pinning her to the ground, his erection-


“For the Chief God’s sake open the damn door!” snapped out of her little fantasy, Samantha hopped to it, walking to the door, hesitating for a second as she now looked, almost completely different. Her hesitation didn’t last long, since Karl’d need to know about the new her anyways. It’s just…


“Sam!” with that last shout she opened the door, and barely got a look outside before suddenly two women were shoved towards her. On instinct Samantha cried out, along with the two women shoved into her. Meanwhile Karl sprinted away, barely looking in her direction before leaving.


“Keep them safe!” she heard her friend call out, he was already halfway down the hall before she could even process what was going on.


“What!?” Samantha called, but got no answer as she heard her friend pound his way down the hall and then down the stairs. After a moment of confusion, Samantha and the other two women pulled away from each other, a blush graced the face of the plain blonde woman in the very expensive looking dress. She’d landed face first into Samantha’s breasts, even lingering a moment before pulling back revealing the face of one of the princesses of the realm, Evelyn. She was the youngest, and in truth plainest of the princesses. Only her expensive garb and fancy hair done in series of long spiralling curls and her pretty face did much for her, as her bust was nothing more than mosquito bites. Samantha blinked a bit as she wondered why in the Chief Goddess’ name Karl would bring the princess here. 


The other woman had instead fallen on her arm, and had picked herself up first. She was a Nun from the looks of it. She looked barely phased as she pulled away; closing the door she’d been shoved through. If Samantha could remember correctly, she was one of the newest heroes of the realm that the Chief Goddess had chosen to bless. The Nun wore the standard uniform of her previous profession, and while it might conceal some of her assets, there was still enough of a hint that she could draw attention even without her pretty face. As she moved, Samantha noticed the mace on her hip, strapped to a belt, and from her training as a mage, could feel the holy energy wafting off of it with her magical senses.


“Really, you’re the one that Karl decided to stick us with? And what exactly are you wearing? Are you a noble or just the mistress of whoever owns this apartment” Evelyn asked as she looked to at Samantha, though Samantha couldn’t help but notice as she talked, her eyes were lower than they should be. She continued to try to glance upwards, but they kept slipping back down. Samantha felt her cheeks heating up a bit, her hands coming up to hide her protruding nipples a bit, and thankfully the priestly hero came to the rescue.


“Now princess, that’s rather rude,” the priestess said, her hand landing on the princess’ shoulder as the princess harrumphed.


“Doesn’t change that it’s true, so?” she continued to press.


“This is my apartment, yes. As for my clothes, they got ruined in an experiment I was running, now what’s going on outside?”


“You don’t know?” the Nun asked and Samantha raised an eyebrow.


“I’ve been busy with my experiments all morning, now what is going on and why did Karl bring you here?”


“Beats me, I doubt you can help us escape the monsters anyways, you look like you’re about ready to become one anyways, there is no way she can help us escape,” the princess said, waving her hand in a dismissive way. The young hero girl however ignored the princess and answered instead. As she did she bowed her head, as was appropriate for a peasant born hero to do in the presence of a noble:


“Please Lady mage excuse her highness, we have both had a rather disastrous morning. We require aid in escaping this country, or even the city without being molested by the mamono forces currently sieging the city. We had been separated from the rest of the royal delegation who teleported without us and now according to Karl you are our only hope of teleporting us out of here, yourself included. Please kind lady, save us and we will forever be in your debt!” the hero pleaded. As she said the last part however the princess’ eyes widened before she lightly punched the priestess.


“Don’t make promises like that! What if she gets corrupted and then she wants to call on our debt only to use it as a trap for us? Mamono have no honour after all!”


“If you’re done bickering, I can see about getting us out of here. Now it’ll take some time so I’ll reinforce the walls and you two can make yourself comfortable. I’ve got some tea in the pitcher over there so help yourself. Don’t touch anything else though,” Samantha said, hoping that they’d just leave her be. She’d do what they wanted, and then they could leave her alone to explore her new body. Despite having denied it Samantha knew her sister had some toys around here somewhere, they could be fun to use. 


Grabbing her wand, Samantha started to cast enchantments on the walls of the apartment, giving a short incantation. While it wasn’t likely to stop any kind of determined and magically adept mamono like a Baphomet, it would keep the rabble out, long enough to finally get the two away from here. 


Meanwhile the two girls had settled down by the table as they watched her work on the enchantments. Once that was done, Samantha turned to the two. They’d gotten themselves some tea cups, and thankfully none of them looked like they’d tried to use the small carafe of Holstaur milk Samantha had on the table. Though their tea was suspiciously hot… then again, the hero was a Nun, and they generally had magical training. As it crossed her mind Samantha looked to the junior hero and asked:


“Was there any kind of magical netting going around the city?” she asked, wondering if Karl’s request was for naught. The hero looked up from the tea she was enjoying and made a questioning sound. Then she realised what Samantha was asking. 


“Magical netting? No, not that I saw,” she said and Samantha sighed in a bit of relief.


“Then there are no worries. Good. Give me a few moments to summon up the teleport portal and you two will be off,”


“What about you?” the heroine asked and Samantha shook her head. 


“All my experiments are here, I have a place I’m prepared to flee to that will take longer to teleport to,” she said, boldly lying to a paragon of the Chief God, yet she nodded along, buying it. If the heroine knew that a Baphomet was after her, or rather her male form then she might be tempted to stay and help. Heroes were like that, selfless, always wanting to help in some way, and of course self sacrificing. But she already had a plan in the works and didn’t need her help. Better she escape and help some poor sod by healing their feet cuts or their broken arms than be caught in her the machinations of a child perverting brat.


“But… what if they find you?” the priestess asked, and with a self assured chuckle Samantha decided to put a little show on for her, a fireball appearing in her hands as she let the deadly lethal explosive roll between her fingers in a move of dexterity that suddenly seemed so much easier now. Had her potion made her more dexterous as well? From her magical senses, it even felt more powerful. Something to keep in mind. 


“Let them come,” Samantha said, leaving out the part where it was the fact that her sister couldn’t turn Samantha into her husband which was going to be the disappointing part for the mamono that would come after her.


Then maybe Samantha can snap her out of whatever the Sabbath did to her.


Of course the Princess snorted at that. “You? You’ll take down the monsters that come for you? Right…”


Rather than respond however, Samantha just started to swirl her wand in the telltale pattern of a mage creating a teleportation portal. She’d be happy to finally be rid of these people soon enough. Then she can get back to her lonesome. Slowly the portal started to take shape, a purple miasma forming in a spiral around the area where Samantha was aiming her casting. Soon enough it would open up into a portal, and so long as she kept the rotation up, the teleportation miasma would remain stable. Just a few moments more and-


“Guh~!” Samantha heard and turned to look over at the pair. She was about to ask what was the matter when her eyes widened. The princess had doubled over. Her hands were trembling; her face was red as sweat started to slick her skin. For a moment the Priestess got up, before she suddenly too seemed to be struck up something. The priestess fell to the ground, and Samantha looked around for where any kind of attack could have come from. Then as she looked back, the priestess- mercy her, she’d thrown off her robe, and the princess was desperately clawing at her own garb, pulling her top down… to reveal breasts instead of a flat board and they were growing fast.


Oh no.


They’d drank her brew, they’d drank her potion!


“What did you do?” the princess demanded, looking at Samantha, her eyes filled with anger… and lust.


“Me? I didn’t, you drank my experiment!” Samantha shouted, but the two of them didn’t seem to hear it. They kept doubled over, the two’s bodies shifted and changed before her very eyes, their bodies undergoing the same kind of alterations that Samantha had. Their thighs thickened, their breasts kept growing, their asses rounding out and tightening up until they were nice and thick. The priestess’ fingers pushed through her thighs, and underneath her shorts like panties, Samantha could clearly see through the soaked white fabric. Her fingers slid between her legs, and her fingers started to rapidly slide into her slit. The priestess moaned aloud, her body reacting on instinct, her chest rubbed into the floor, her fingers hammering in and out. Samantha couldn’t look away as the junior hero fell to her desires then and there. Despite herself, despite how she desired Karl, his strong arms, his thick body, his nice and big cock, the sight of the priestess touching herself, her thick and bubble butt bouncing in sync with her fingers. The action was doing something to Samantha that she hadn’t thought possible. Samantha almost couldn’t really look away as the woman’s ass and thighs kept growing fatter and fatter. Her ass as she was transforming was becoming incredibly thick and juicy that she almost wanted to grip it, to slap it, and maybe even drive her face between the priest’s thighs. 


Fuck me, the potion’s turned me Bi. Samantha thought, her concentration eroding, the rotating of her wrist slowing down as Samantha swallowed again. The Priestess moaned some more as she continued to thrust her digits into her snatch, her fingers coming out wet from both sweat and the priestess’ arousal.


The young hero’s ass was even eye catching enough to let the princess charge at Samantha before she even realised what was going on. With a cry, the mage was bowled over by the woman. Breath was driven from Samantha as the Princess slammed into her stomach and shewas left gasping on the floor as the formerly plain girl sat on her. 


Above her now was the princess. Her blouse had popped, her breasts had bulged. The things were so massive that her face was hidden and they were likely bigger than her torso. Her nipples protruded outward as thick, hard nubs of turgid flesh. From the tips, Samanthha could see small bits of white on the tip of her breasts, milk accumulating and starting to drip from them. Behind her bountiful breasts all that Samantha could see was incredible masses of hair in drills much like before, and the tips of large black horns poking out from behind the mountainous mounds. The hair’s volume had increased enough that it pooled around them as she sat on Samantha. However it wasn’t just her breasts and hair that had gotten massive. The Princess’ rear had ended up growing huge, her thighs and ass similarly matched Samantha’s and she could feel the princess’ pussy pressing against hers. At the same time something kept swatting at her legs that felt almost like a tiny broom. Samantha had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but the princess’ hips started to shift and grind. She felt the heat of the girl’s core press into hers, their lips sliding back and forth, the two grinding against each other as the sensations filled them both with delight.


“What are- ah~” Samantha tried to say but the princess’ arms had finally come down, and landed right on Samantha’s breasts. She pressed down hard on them, her fingers finding her nipples easily and then squeezing. A bolt of pleasure rolled through Samantha as the princess continued to touch her, to fondle her breasts. At the same time she could hear the princess moaning as well, while the priestess in the background continued to finger fuck herself. 


“You betrayed uth!” the girl cried out, a lisp coming out at the end as she called out. With a ragged breath though, Samantha denied:


“No, ah, I didn’t!” but all that got her was a slap before the princess leaned down. Her breasts completely smothered Samantha’s face, her hands crushed beneath the princess’ new and massive breasts. Though curiously they were right by the blonde’s nipples, and in the basest part of her brain, Samantha was getting enjoyment of this as she started to fondle and grope the princess, paying her back for before. Milk slicked her fingers as she tugged and played starting to milk the massive heifer.


The princess let out a loud "Moo!", before she pressed her breasts even harder into Samantha’s face. Even suffocating, Samantha’s core burned with desire, her fingers teased and touched, wanting to feel her more, milking the princess as much as she could. Some part of Samantha wanted to latch onto those big, thick nipples, to suck for all of her worth, drinking in the princess' milk with gusto that would likely present her the same fate. Yet the thought of such sweet milk allured both her loins and her tongue Then the princess lifted her hips, and Samantha whined as she tried to follow, but couldn’t. All she could do now was grope and milk the princess of her precious milk, her hips shaking and her mind filled with a lustful smoke that obscured her thoughts. 


Then the princess pulled back, letting Samantha breathe. It hadn’t been long, but Samantha couldn’t help but pant, her breath ragged, her desires inflamed. She wasted no time grinding her pussy into the princess’ core, nearly making her double over from Samantha rubbing herself against her. Then Samantha saw the wet pair of panties in her hand. 


“No more talking!” The princess cried and shoved her soaked panties into Samantha’s mouth. Samantha cried out, before the scent did something to her. Her head filled even more with a heady sensation, her tongue delighted in the taste of the princess. Something was going on with her, she didn’t know what. It had to be the potion’s work, it was affecting her! Still dazed and confused however, Samantha didn’t put up any resistance, lust clouding her judgement as someone else came over. 


“Keep her still,” the princess commanded to someone, and suddenly Samantha saw a thick, juicy ass over her, the pussy of the person dripping, it’s lips inflamed and the clit was engorged enough to poke from it’s hood. 


“Yes, hah, princess,” the heroine said, before she lowered herself on Samantha. Samantha moaned, her head pressed against the woman’s pussy, her arousal wafting into her nose, slicing her thoughts asunder as the corrupt lust in her flooded her mind. At the same time the princess moved away, but before Samantha could complain, she felt hands pressing into her thighs, driving her down, and then she moaned as she felt a tongue slide against it. Samantha rode the wave of pleasure that cascaded forth from her pussy, the tongue already getting her closer and closer to cumming. Then it came again. A long, rough tongue first slammed into her clit, a tsunami rushing forth into her core, adding to the churning mess of lust in her, before the rest of the tongue would slide down. Pleasure followed the nimble and naughty organ as the priestess licked at her. Samantha could only moan as she was pleasured. There was the sound of something above, but she had no idea what as the thighs kept her deaf to the outside world. Then the priestess lifted herself up and Samantha once more moaned in anguish.


“Tho, you like transforming people huh?” Samantha heard the princess ask. Lust drunk as she was, all the wizardly bimbo could do was make a pathetic groan in her own defence as she kept licking at the panties in her mouth. 


“Let’s see what this does then,” the princess said and then something was poured onto the panties. Suddenly something thick and sweet started to soak into the panties. The taste was divine as Samantha greedily gulped it up through the panties, her eyes rolling back. As she drank, the inferno in her core blazed. Samantha moaned again. She tried to bring her hands up but two pairs of hands grabbed her arms, holding them down as Samantha jerked her hips. Something started to spring out her backside from her tailbone. At the same time, her head was so hot and Samantha let out a long, low moan into the panties while big, heavy things grew on the side of her head, and then the head spread to her breasts. It was like she was being transformed all over again, her breasts swelling even larger than before, and not only that but there was a growing pressure in them. Samantha moaned again weakly trying to resist the two transformed girls. 


“Oh ho ho ho, look at these fat tits,” the princess said, her words slurring together again as she let go. Samantha almost tried to get up, when the princess rushed forth, and took a nipple in her mouth.


“Oooo!” Samantha cried, the sensation like a bolt of lightning to her core, her pussy clenching and unclenching, the feeling almost making the former man cry out in delight. Paralysed, Samantha’s legs shook, her heart was in her throat, her breathing was ragged, her nipples were hard and leaking. Already her mind was going, the lustful fog was over taking her thoughts as Samantha let her head loll back and gyrated her hips hoping for mercy as sensual delight rocked her form. 


“Oooh, I can’t take it, please miss mage, help me~” someone said before Samantha felt the panties being pulled out of her mouth before she felt another mouth latch onto her nipple. 


“Mooooo~” was Samantha’s only response, the fog in her mind too much to even properly respond. Bliss filled her from head to toe, and she couldn’t focus on anything, the sensations were too much for her, and then her face was being crushed again. This time however Samantha’s tongue flicked out on instinct. The appendage didn’t waste time, driving itself deep into a girl’s pussy. The juices were sweet and sexy, the mere taste like adding oil to a wildfire as Samantha tried to moan again, the vibrations traveling through the pussy, making its owner moan as well before she started to grind it into Samantha. 


Something was said but Samantha couldn’t hear it, the thick thighs pressing a pussy into her face keeping her from hearing it. Even if she heard it though, Samantha likely wouldn’t have understood it as her brain was rapidly turning to mush, pleasure from her nipples dominating her world as she licked and suckled the pussy pressing into her. Then someone grabbed her arms, pulling them away from the hero's heroicly fat ass and she felt them pressed into something else. Barely took a second for Samantha to realise what they were and then started to squeeze. The princess' nipples leaked milk as Samantha started to play with her and she could hear through even the luscious thunder thighs of Klara the moo of pleasure from the princess, before Samantha moaned as well at the feeling of her own mammaries being milked by the princess' hand and mouth. The princess' tongue doing a far better job as she caressed Samantha's teat with her rough tongue, sending jolts of delight into her with each suckle.


Then like a grenade pleasure exploded through Samantha, soft fingers pressed into her pussy, a palm driving itself into Samantha’s clit. Samantha cried out again as that final act was too much for her. She felt it like a failing dam, the barrier to her cumming fell. Samantha’s feet somehow found purchase and pushed her hips up, her body extending and driving the fingers in further as Samantha couldn’t stop herself. Her hips shook with a great ferocity as they assisted the fingers in fucking her, sliding each digit over more and more of the insides of her inner lips. Sensual sensations continued to slide up her spine, the orgasm becoming full body as Samantha felt her whole body shaking while her vision went white. 


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On and on their fun continued as time lost it's meaning to the three sluts. The potion's potency drove the three's lustful eloping to new levels as the orgy continued. Samantha's head was as awash with pleasure as the others, barely able to pull herself from the delightful haze that befell her mind. Whether it was from being fuck drunk or from the Holstaur transformation Samantha didn't know. She just knew that the two hotties were wondrous companions to have as she and the princess continued to suckle and drink, feeding the heroine, and sometimes trapping her between their breasts as they writhed and rubbed at each other. 


As time went on, the domination of Samantha fell away. Their attentions would shift from one girl to the next. They'd rapidly over power the other, holding her down, their fingers dancing across her lurid form. The princess was the first they shifted to, her haughtiness and barely milked breasts drawing the heroine to jump her, pushing her down before glomping a breast and beginning to suckle on her like a babe. The pleasure it brought let Samantha break the hold, and begin to suckle the princess' other teat. Joining in on holding the princess down and her fingers let her return the favour to the princess. The holstaur writhing in their clutches as they finger fucked and sucked her teats, pleasure easy to see on her face as her blush intensified and her eyes half lidded as sensual delight filled her mind with a mind numbing lust. These switches continued on as the orgy combined with those sounds of pleasure that were ever approaching in the distance outside, the monsters rapidly conquering the city and pushing forth to the noble quarter where Samantha lived.


Samantha luxuriated in the pleasure of the other two as by now they'd once more shifted to dominating her again, their fingers as heavenly as their mouths as she was sucked and finger fucked. She writhed in the prison of wonderfully soft skin that surrounded her on all sides, when suddenly the door opened. Someone was here. Despite the sudden intrusion though, the two girls kept sucking on Samantha, and the rapturous sensations of her breasts being suckled, of her milk being slowly drawn out but two lewd mouths was nearly enough to stop her from even trying to get up.


But even if there was likely nothing to fear, there was still a chance it was some inquisitor or hero, and so Samantha gave her partners a tight squeeze, before they eventually pulled off with twin pops. Samantha pushed herself up to look at whoever had come in, ready to cast sleep on them were they hostile, but then she saw who it was.


It was Karl. Her wondrous Karl. He was stood there in his protector’s armour, one of the few in the kingdom that could stand up against demonic silver. It’d been damaged around his heart, the plate caved in from a hard blow. Karl had also lost his helm at some point, his sheath hung empty by his side, his messy hair was slick and stuck to his head. His eyes were wide, and though his face moved a bit here and there, he couldn’t look away. Samantha saw his fingers twitching as he looked to them.


“Sa, Sam?” he asked, almost chocking as he saw her, his mind no doubt barely able to match her old form with the new, what with how much she’d changed. At the same time though, the slight blush on his cheeks were rapidly deepening as he looked at all three of them. After a second of staring his mouth slipped shut, his lips pursing, and he swallowed as he looked to her. For a second, his fingers started to close into fists, his strong, masculine jaw clenching. His muscles tensing and it was all Samantha could do to keep tears back.


“Karl,” she said, her voice trembling as she said it, and yet she hoped that… that despite… despite what had happened, what she’d turned into… that… that at least he might… She wasn’t sure what, other than maybe he’d accept her, or… 


Maybe even want her?


After a moment, Karl’s shoulders relaxed, his posture shifted. He closed the door behind him, and then in one swift move, he pulled the enchanted breastplate of his off, and threw it to the side. His gambeson was next and it joined the breastplate. Samantha’s eyes widened as she once more was blessed by the sight of him, the sight of his magnificent body. A body that was trained to be able to go toe to toe with a monster girl and win. As his arms moved, she couldn’t help but admire as his alabaster column arms moved with his big, powerful pecks. His abs were hard enough to grind cheese on. In a single smooth motion, Karl’s hand gripped his belt and drew it to the side, before letting it, his pants, and then his underwear drop. Samantha’s eyes widened even further still as her mouth watered from the sight. As his pants fell, a thick, meaty rod slipped out and swung up, slapping against his bare abs once, the sound almost seeming to reverberate through the three as they all shuddered at once seeing such a powerful pecker. 


Just the thought of it was driving Samantha mad, her mind going blank as her mind was once more engulfed by a lustful shroud. Her nipples hardened, her legs and thighs rubbed together as she saw his wonderful, magnificent, massive member swinging to and fro. Were she susceptible to such things she’d have slipped into a deep trance from such a view. At some point he’d started to move, perhaps when his cock had begun to sway, and then he was nearly in front of them. Samantha couldn’t stop herself, not that she would have, as she fell back again, her arms reaching down, and used her fingers to spread her lower lips, hoping to invite in the glorious guard.


“Please Karl… I, ah, I want you, so, so much~!” she said, her voice dripping with desperation. There was a banging at the door but Samantha ignored it, instead delighting as Karl fell upon her. His fingers reached out to her, grasping Samantha’s breasts, and she couldn’t help but let out a melodious ‘moo’ for him as pleasure spread across her front. Like with the others as he touched her teats, it was like his fingers were electrified, blasting delight into her breasts and down to her core. As if drawn in by some siren’s call, Karl’s head lowered town to one of Samantha’s breasts, and she swooned as he did so. A bright smile nearly split her face as he lowered his head before he pulled a hand away, and instead caught her nipple with his mouth, his tongue giving a loving and long lick across her areola. Samantha moaned again, his tongue giving off an even more intense blast of pleasure through her before suddenly he started to suckle from her. 


“Mooo!” she cried out, her eyes going wide as the sensation was more than anything she’d ever experienced except when the girls went hard on her clit, or the few times she’d attempted to use toys on her ass as a boy and hit a spot just right. Unable to help herself Samantha’s head fell back as her legs shifted and vibrated, squirming as her cunt quivered in need. 


Then he just kept going, his mouth drinking her milk in more and more, and her enjoyment just kept increasing as he sucked more and more from her. Her moos came out longer and louder, her hips shook and spasmed as he suckled. Her eyes lost focus and her mouth fell open, unable to do anything more than luxuriate in the feeling of absolute bliss that her chest was giving her. 


Then Karl pulled away and Samantha tried to pull herself together. Trying to slow her breath a bit so she could move closer to him and-


“Moo!” Samantha cried out once more as she felt Karl grab her hips, before pulling her close to him. Then she felt his rod and a sound emerged from her mouth as her eyes widened and gained focus once more. She looked to Karl, a smile spreading across her face as she felt his hot, thick, hard cock against her lower lips. She continued to quiver down there, suddenly feeling empty, suddenly needing him in her right then and there. Samantha smile continued up above, quivering with need as well as she was nearly about to start begging to cry out for him to fuck her into the floor with his magnificent divine cock. She needed him, she so desperately needed him. Then just as she was about to start, he pulled back and-


“Mooooooo~!” Samantha cried out, her eyes rolling back instantly as her jaw dropped as if a magical detonation had just fired off in her pussy, pleasure spreading through her whole body as she was suddenly so close to cumming already even after the girls had had their way with her. She heard Karl grunt as well, enjoying himself more as he continued to slide his dick in, and Samantha couldn’t be happier. On instinct Samantha did her best to tighten herself down below, clenching as best she could to make it as good for Karl as it felt for her. Yet even as she did she couldn’t stop herself from shaking and vibrating as she started to lose control of herself. Her joy had shot up through the sky, and she tried her best to pull him in further, wrapping her legs around his torso to bring him in as close as possible. Yet as she did Karl pulled back, only to thrust in again, drawing another moo from her as she shuddered and did her best to pull him in closer. Samantha was lost in a sea of pleasure as her mind started to fill with a lustful fog of such intensity any other thought than that of her love fell by the wayside. She once more nearly came again as she felt Karl beginning to fondle her, to touch her breasts.


Then he leaned forward and his mouth latched onto her other nipple. The sudden tsunami of pleasure nearly broke the camels back as she felt she was but a hair’s breathe away from finally being pushed over. Yet her husband to be hadn’t even cum yet and she so very much wanted him to cum when she did. She needed him to cum with her so she did her best to hold out, but it was a losing battle as his strong, muscular form, his wondrous mouth, his divine cock all did their best to assault Samantha’s mind and body. They filling her with lust and delightful sensations beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. Nothing could come close, and soon enough the dam broke as suddenly Karl shifted, and it was like he’d hit a critical point in her pussy.


“Moooo! Moooo! There! Yes! Moooo!” Samantha cried out as he thrust into her more and more. His fucking became manic as Samantha felt herself cumming with him, her moans growing wanton with his as they were engulfed in twin hurricanes of joy. Pleasure filled them both as Samantha’s pussy clamped down hard on Karl’s cock, and began to pulsate. Milk spurt from Samantha’s breasts and the cowgirl let out a long and unrestrained “Moo!” as she felt her husband start to twitch and spurt. Warm hot seed spewed into her and Samantha couldn’t be happier to receive him. He kept fucking her for moments longer before in a final, dangerously powerful thrust he slammed into her at full speed, going as deep as possible. He filled her fully before more hot and virile cum blasted into her like a spell from a wand.


Driven by the warmth and pleasure of his final thrust, Samantha couldn’t help how her pussy quivered and shivered across Karl’s cock, milking him more and more, making him thrust into her ever more as he kept driving his cock in with little movements that would cause a cascade of twitches and spasms as Samantha on a hair trigger would have her orgasm prolonged from each mini thrust and each blast of hot spunk. Eventually however their bodies pulled away from each other as Samantha, nearly unconscious from the blissful delight filling her fell back. For a moment she lay there, feeling how happy she was, how full she was with Karl’s cum, and how delicious that slightly sore sensation in her pussy, like a well trained muscle that she’d love to use again.


Then the door burst open.


“Dicks out this is the Demon Lords Army! Get ready to fuck, boy!” a loud shout came from the door and Samantha looked with all the others over to the group of blue and purple skinned demons in chainmail bikinis who were in the door way trying to get in… Until they noticed the three bimbos and their hunk.


“Aw Maou… they got here first, come on girls, I think I smell uncorrupted dick this way!” the leader said before she ran off, leaving Samantha and the others to their fun.


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 Alec’s Punishment (Worm AU) 


No idea why but Shadowmind’s idea tickled me.


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Alec sipped on some tea he’d found in the Dallon cabinets as he supervised Vicky’s cheerleading practice. Even with her bimborific body given to her by Amy, her force field easily let Vicky practice her routine, doing all her flips, swinging her pom-poms around, and cheering aloud for everyone to hear. She was practically was inviting their neighbours to watch the nubile girl prance about, only now, her body had been bolstered beyond it’s usual amount of sexiness. At the same time, Vicky pranced around in an utterly shameless uniform, toys easily able to be seen protruding from both her lower holes, barely held up by panties, her skirt not even hiding all of her butt. Meanwhile her shirt was so strained trying to hold in the boobs that obviously had vibrators strapped to them, and buzzing until her nipples were hard as diamonds, sticking through her shirt. 


“O-One, t-two, ah, thhhhreee, ah fffu-four! Ah,” she cried out as she did her part while Alec watched, smiling, appreciating the bimbo’s curves as his medical “issue” was being attended to by Brockton Bay’s own lovely healer, Panacea, who was in the leather fetishist’s version of her costume. He’d even specially ordered it for her about a month back. It was all nice and white, there was even a hood, but where before, Panacea wore a form concealing robe, her costume hid her form from no one, showing off her dump truck ass, her lovely tits, only being barely supported by the corset she was in as her hard nipples hardened in the autumn breeze. She actually wore a mask with this costume as well; part of her new uniform, a nice gimp mask, able to have all of its opening’s closed. Right now, both her eyes were covered by a blindfold while she attended to Alec’s medical issue, which was of Panacea’s doing. 


Of course, it was hard to see Amy work from around his own now far larger boobs which according to the cock sucking slut were F cup, a ‘gift’ from Amy when the two Dallon sisters learned that Alec hadn’t exactly been helping them. Rather, he’d been setting them up for ridiculous hi-jinks for his own amusement. Not that Alec personally minded, it was strange having boobs but alright, and nice big ones too. The strength upgrade to help support them while also keeping them perky was nice even though he doubted he’d be keeping them. 


As he reminisced on how they’d gotten back at him, Alec noticed Glory Girl was about to do the part of her routine he’d been anticipating. Vicky had her arms up, before she reached down, presenting her ass for anyone who might be behind her, before grabbing a foot. Standing back up, she brought the foot with her, her mouth open, and he could hear a slight grown leaving her lips as she started raising her leg. As she did so, it started to press the toys into her further. The toys slid deeper into the bimbo who didn’t even try to hide it on her face as she went cross eyed while the toys buzzed like crazy in her snatch. She started to moan a bit like a wanton whore. If it weren’t for her forcefield keeping her up, Alec guessed that she’d have likely collapsed, and as he thought so, he started to see her hips moving, her whole body shuddering, and her thong growing wetter as her feminine cum started to dribble down her leg. Alec sighed and hummed in his rather new feminine voice, smiling as he did so and quite pleased with himself. All the while Amy stopped a moment, likely listening to Vicky’s moans of ecstasy.


Gripping the riding crop he had with his silk gloved hand, Alec gave a single, firm swat onto Amy’s butt, which was exposed and red from all the times she’d gotten distracted by Vicky’s moans. 


“Now now Mistress Dallon, you must continue with the operation, and with no delays,” he instructed, enjoying the feminine lilt of his new voice before reaching down and grabbing Amy’s head and pushing her back down, feeling her continue to suck on him. Sighing with satisfaction, Alec went back to sipping tea, and reached up to grab his nice large boob, feeling its heft as he tweaked his nipple through the maid costume they’d stuck him in. 


That was another part of the punishment. Other than the constant horniness which was honestly easy to ignore for Alec, the massive breasts he now had, and the cock upgrade, they’d also told him in no uncertain terms that for messing with them, he was to be punished. As for Alec’s punishment, it was to be the household’s maid until the two girl’s he’d been manipulating forgave him. Of course, the two girls were also massive slutty subs, so the situation quickly reversed, with Alec acting as their dutiful maid that made sure the “Mistresses” kept to their schedule and practice, not that they’d have it any other way. They’d after all spent literal months telling him their various depraved fetishes. How Vicky wanted Amy to turn her into a slutty brainless bimbo cheerleader, while Amy wanted to be made by Vicky into a slutty nurse sex toy for her, and later Alec as well, to enjoy.


He wasn’t sure how long this punishment would last for, he needed to get back to the Undersiders at some point, but he didn’t mind playing the maid. Sure the house was all nice and clean for them sucked while the two horny lovers sucked face in their room. Usually he’d be too lazy to do so, but they didn’t have anything fun to do around the house while he lazed about and Amy made him impotent until he did the maid stuff, so he did. Besides, he knew how this role play sex stuff works, it only works if they all play their part, and honestly, these hot as hell girls both wanting him to fuck them and do super kinky shit with them, consensually? It gives him the biggest boner. Of course, Vicky now has to practice her cheer leading, and Amy the sexy sex toy, needed to be kept busy.


“Go f-fairies, go-go go fairies!” Vicky cried out as she continued the routine, a massive blush on her face as the toys kept buzzing in her, and her movements kept shifting them and sliding them in and out of her. Her erotic panting was just making Alec hornier as Amy kept sucking on him, bobbing on his cock like there was no tomorrow. Initially, Amy had been pretty crap as sucking cock, gagging, having to stop, but slowly she’d been getting into it as Alec kept her practising at it. She bobbed her head up and down his cock, her tongue actually getting some work in right now as she licked at the rim of his cock’s head, before bobbing again. She never went far, but that was what her hands were for, sliding up and down his length where her mouth couldn’t reach. Her other hand fondled his balls, adding to the pleasure that he was enjoying while watching the slutty cheerleader show. Course, if she went for his ass it would feel better, but he’d leave it up to the little sex toy to decide how she wanted to pay him back for the maid work. 


Then Alec heard the sound of the house’s sliding door open and he looked over to see Brandish, standing there, her mouth agape as Victoria froze.


“M-mom!” Vicky cried out before a sudden very powerful buzz hit her, as her legs came together and she crouched as the buzz pushed her over the edge, and she moaned while she came. At the same time, Amy accidentally went too far upon hearing that, and started to gag as she pulled herself off of Alec. Brandish immediately looked their way as well, and saw Alec with his cock fully out, with Amy gagging while her face was still near his crotch. Immediately, identifying the likely master, Alec watched as a sword and shield formed in the lawyers hands and she pointed her sword at him with fury dancing across her face. He didn’t even argue as he raised his hands in surrender. He was almost tempted to get Amy to get back going on his cock, but that’d probably lead to his head getting cut off. 

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Drain, Synchronise, Master (Worm Alt Power AU)

Lisa has a bit of a different power, leading to a far more unfortunate fate.

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Taylor squawked as she was roughly pushed into a cell, barely managing to catch herself before she fell and skid across the floor. Taylor looked up through her messy hair, towards the men that were walking past her further into the cell. The men themselves looked like military men or possibly some kind of villainous version of PRT troopers as they walked into the cell. As they moved forward, Taylor rubbed at her neck where they’d injected something into her. As her view followed them, however, she noticed the dark figure in the cell.

The villain was tall, dark, and imposing. Even sitting as she was on her chair, she was about at Taylor’s height. Her face was covered in some kind of material that concealed her whole face, showing only the silhouette of the face, a purple eye symbol, and finally a long ponytail of blond hair that rose up high before falling behind her. The rest of the woman’s body was just as concealed as her face, covering her body completely in the tight fitting body suit. She had breasts that Taylor would have certainly… well maybe not killed for, but she’d have certainly hit Emma over the head with a baseball bat with to get. Her ass filled her seat perfectly, and looked soft as a cushion as she sat. The villain’s thighs were thick and meaty, and were about the only area where Taylor thought she might have some kind of chance at competing if she really tried.

Noticing the villain’s thighs, however, drew her attention to something else. The villain wasn’t just a picture perfect Amazonian, she also had a cock. A cock locked in some kind of metal contraption on her crotch. Taylor stared at it for a moment, and noticed it twitched a little bit, and a small tear of liquid dripped from it onto the villain’s thick balls. As Taylor was mesmerised by the strange sight of a cock on a woman’s body, she slowly began to notice other things. The villain’s thighs and ankles had shackles on them. Her arms were locked down as well with two on each of her arms. Finally there was a thick steel collar and a band around her torso. All of the ten devices kept her rooted to the chair, unable to move as she looked at Taylor.

The minions of whatever villain had captured her were already at the woman… man… thing’s side for a moment, one keeping his gun trained on the Amazonian dick girl while the other undid the woman’s shackles and restraints. The way they moved made it seem like it was all well rehearsed, and perhaps it was. Quickly, the woman with the purple eye mask was free of her restraints, and the one undoing them brought out another, smaller key, which the man then started to use to fiddle with the contraption on the woman’s… penis.

All to quickly, the metal thing came off, and the Amazonian’s dick began to rise, increasing in length and girth as much as Taylor’s own breath was quickening. Whatever they had injected into her had gotten her motor running, and already she could feel it thrumming through her veins. It made her feel excited, and it made her wet. Her eyes continued to track the woman as she was released while watching her slight movements, how her chest rose and fell, how her cock twitched and grew. Taylor couldn’t help but lick her lips as she thought about the cock, remembering the porn she’d seen, the flash drive of hot porn she’d found at school, and had guiltily stolen and masturbated to at home.

The man undoing the restraints pulled up a familiar looking syringe, and pressed it into the woman’s neck, depressing the plunger and pushing the fluid into her. The woman seemed to gasp. The sound was like a gasp, only if something was being held in the way of it, however, far unlike that of a mask would. The men quickly began to back away from her, and moved past Taylor. Taylor herself was transfixed, watching as the growing cock started to grow twice as fast, and stood tall and thick, pulsing with veins and heavily engorging the whole thing. The woman in the black bodysuit and mask smashed her legs together; hiding her big and heavy balls from view as she looked to be gripping the arm rests of the chair. The woman’s breathing was fast and heavy as she almost immediately started to feel the effect of the needle’s contents.

There was a slam as Taylor realised she’d been locked in the cell with the woman, the woman with the massive cock, while the both of them were drugged to the gills with something that was quickly rising their libido and making them horny as hell. Taylor’s mouth watered as she looked at the woman, who just moments ago was restrained like a rabid beast.

For long moments, the two of them stared at each other, the one with a painfully erect penis, holding onto the chair, while the other, stood like deer caught in the headlights. Then, the cape in the outfit finally made a noise, something that Taylor hadn’t expected, the sound of pain, and low feminine groan of agony. For a moment, Taylor still stayed back, unsure what to do, biting her lip as she didn’t want to get any closer to that tall, thick, imposing thing, but slowly, she inched closer. Her empathy for her fellow prisoner slowly winning out, despite the fact that this was probably the worst idea she’d had since ever.

As Taylor got closer, nearly up to the girl, she could smell something. A slight whiff of that scent sent a shiver through Taylor all the way to her core. It made her lower lips quiver as she came closer to the once bound woman. Swallowing the small accumulation of spit that had started to pool in her mouth at some point, Taylor finally asked, “Are, are you alright?”

The black clad person vigorously shook her head, groaning and whining around something in her mouth. Upon closer inspection, Taylor could see a large round thing around the place where the woman’s mouth was. Some kind of gag? Like an apple being stuck in a pigs mouth? Taylor took a second to look around the woman, but couldn’t see where it might be stuck. Perhaps it was underneath the mask then, but you weren’t supposed to unmask capes, the PRT said it could be dangerous.

“Is there anyway I could help?” Taylor asked, and the person took a second before responding, but shook her head no. Taylor frowned as she looked at the person, obviously in pain, and from the look of her nice long, thick… Taylor swallowed again before tearing her gaze back from the girl’s cock, trying her best to ignore how her thighs rubbed together as she stood there.

“Are, are you sure?” the black clad person looked like she was trying to nod, but from the twitching of the girl’s cock, the pre leaking from it, and the speeding up of her breathing, the girl wasn’t going to be able to convincingly make Taylor think otherwise.

It was obvious what was wanted of them. They’d been locked in a cell together, filled with drugs that were making them horny as hell, and one of them had a massive cock that was trying her best to hold her lust in, and having a far harder time than Taylor was. Taylor couldn’t help but clench her hands together, digging her nails into her palms. It wasn’t fair. What did they do to deserve this? Taylor finally took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and immediately realised that was a mistake as she got another whiff of that enticing scent from the girl’s painfully engorged cock.

Letting out her held breath, Taylor slowly consigned herself to this. Once they’d done this, then they would be free to go, or at least Taylor would be. She’d be able to leave, and maybe, hopefully, she’d be allowed to remember this so she could get help, maybe tell the PRT. If that didn’t work out, well, at least… maybe… she won’t die a virgin?

Nervously with a shaking hand, whether from fear or excitement Taylor wasn’t certain, she reached out, and touched the once bound woman’s cock. This drew out a short moan from the woman as Taylor touched her first cock. It was warm, hot even, yet not unpleasantly so. Taylor began to rub a hand on the cock some more, spreading pre on her fingers as she slowly began to play with it, touching it’s mushroom like head, stroking the shaft, coming closer, kneeling in front of the dick girl cape as she slowly began to stroke her. Taylor watched how it twitched in her hand and how the woman it was attached to moan out a far more pleasant sounding moan than before. Slightly encouraged that her technique was giving this kind of reaction, Taylor started to move onto the next step.

She’d seen it in the few porn vids that had been on the flashdrive, and honestly, since she’d seen it, Taylor had been curious. Taylor also knew that it was kind of expected… well maybe not expected, but guys generally hoped to get a blow job at some point, and well… the idea… it was hot. Maybe it was just the drugs talking, or the fact that this was possibly the only way of getting out of this, but… she was still a curious girl, despite how Emma tried to beat it out of her with her bullying.

Moving in slowly, Taylor opened her mouth, and stopped right before the cock, staring down at it, breathing hard as her excitement grew in her chest. Taylor looked up to the black clad figure with the one big purple eye, and she was looking down at Taylor, past her breasts. She almost seemed to be holding her breath as she looked at Taylor. Blushing, Taylor took a deep breath, steeling herself, before she leaned forward, and guided both her mouth and the woman’s cock together. Taylor enveloped it with her mouth, her lips sliding along the cock’s head, causing it to twitch and the gagged girl to moan as Taylor let the cock enter her mouth. She was surprised, when as her tongue touched the cock, it didn’t taste bad at all. In fact, it had a strange and interesting texture to it. Taylor slowly began to lick her way around the mushroom head of the cock like a lollipop, exploring the engorged ridge of the cock as she slowly began to suck on it, drawing more pleasured moans from the girl.

Encouraged, Taylor began to slowly bob her head on Lisa’s cock, going up and down slowly, using her tongue as much as she could. Already the dick girl’s legs vibrated as Taylor sucked on her, her moans slowly growing longer and louder. She didn’t sound in pain or distress but was enjoying herself. Taylor just kept going, bobbing her head just a bit more each time, sucking as much as she could, trying to imitate what she thought the girl in the porno had been doing.

“Gaghk!” Taylor suddenly gagged as she went too deep, her gag reflex firing and Taylor pulled back from the girl’s cock a bit, breathing hard as she did so. As Taylor caught her breath, she felt the black clad girl’s hands land on her head, and for a moment, Taylor looked up in fear at the girl, expecting her to push her back down right onto her cock and sending the meaty shaft down Taylor’s throat.

Yet she didn’t, instead, she slowly and gently guided Taylor as she suckled on the girl’s cock, pushing her down a comfortable amount before pulling Taylor back up, helping guide Taylor’s cock sucking so it didn’t hit her gag reflex. Taylor looked up again and did her best to smile with the girl’s cock filling her mouth. The gagged girl made a happy sound as the two of them connected before Taylor felt one of the hands come off her head, and soon it was just a guiding hand rather than her controlling Taylor’s head.

Taylor did her best to follow the girl’s guidance, trying not to let her head as she bobbed up and down on the girl’s cock to come off the back of her head. Her tongue continued to slide along the girl’s length, wetting it with her saliva while she continued to slowly find herself enjoying her time sucking cock, making the girl squirm with her mouth as the made the once bound girl feel good with her mouth. At the same time Taylor rubbed her legs together, using her thighs to try to arouse herself, to reach that itch that was slowly growing more and more intense as time went on.

The one hand that disappeared suddenly made itself known again as it reached under Taylor’s head and began to stroke at the girl’s cock while Taylor sucked it. Looking away from the purple eyed mask, Taylor shifted her focus a bit as she started to move her hands again. The girl wanted to have the rest of her length jerked off, but maybe Taylor could do one better. With one hand, Taylor slid it under her head, and began to jerk off the rest of the shaft that she couldn’t reach with her one hand. At the same time, however, she reached with her other hand, grasped the girl’s balls, and then began to massage the dick girl’s balls, gently kneading them with her off hand as she sucked the girl’s cock.

This earned a her a pleased moan from the girl, motivating Taylor further as she did her best to start to speed up, bobbing and massaging the girl’s male organs quicker and a bit rougher. Taylor did her best to use her tongue, sliding it along as she sucked on the dick girl’s cock, sucking as much as she could as she bobbed on the girl, her hand gripping a bit harder as she slid it up and down. The girl’s moans were growing faster and faster as she continued to pleasure her fellow prisoner, making Taylor more and more excited as she moved faster and faster, looking up into where she assumed the girl’s eyes were, doing her best to keep going, to not forget anything as she bobbed, pumped, and kneaded her way to giving this poor girl relief.

Then finally, the girl’s hand closed, gripping Taylor’s hair as she pushed slightly, pushing Taylor down only a bit as her cock and balls began to wildly twitch. The rapturous moan from her was glorious and made Taylor even more excited as she did her best to bob just a bit more on the girl’s cock.

With a spurt, Taylor tasted something salty begin to enter her mouth. For a moment she looked away from the girl’s head, but quickly looked back at the girl. For a moment, she felt something… like something was off, but it wasn’t… maybe? Taylor didn’t swallow, not yet, instead she savoured the taste, feeling it in her mouth, it didn’t taste bad… in fact, she kind of like it. With another groan, the girl above her with the yummy cock pulled her hand away from Taylor’s head, leaning back. Proud of what she did, Taylor kind of felt like showing off to the girl she’d sucked off.

Lifting her head, Taylor smiled at the girl with the purple eye, and before opening her mouth for the girl and showing her all the yummy cum was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around in the tasty stuff before closing her mouth and swallowing it all down in a single gulp. The load hurt a bit going down, and Taylor probably should have swallowed it bit by bit but she wanted to put on a show for the girl who’d let her suck such a tasty cock, so she did her best to hid the slight pain from swallowing such a big load before she looked up to the girl and smiled as wide as she could.

Then Taylor saw the cock in front of her start to grow big and hard again, and Taylor was mesmerised. She openly licked her lips as it grew harder. But she didn’t want to just suck it this time, oh no. She wanted more. Slowly Taylor rose to her feet, her fingers sliding her jeans and panties down in a single move as she started to move forward and straddle the hot and sexy girl who was sitting before her. Taylor came in close, her head by the dick girl’s ear and whispered to her.

“Please miss, may I have your cock?” and the girl in the chair enthusiastically nodded, filling Taylor with joy as she slid herself down the blond girl’s body until she felt the cock head of the girl’s dick press up against her entrance. Aroused and excited as Taylor was, she slowly began to slide herself down the dick girl’s cock. There was an electric feeling of absolute bliss filling Taylor as she felt herself be filled by the girl’s massive girl cock.

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Lisa rubbed her chin against the top of the newest girl’s head. She had been crying into Lisa’s breasts as hugged her while sitting on Lisa, before she fell asleep on her lap. She’d only just gotten done with Coil’s little “thinker session” for him, her head pounding from the aftermath of her thinking session with him. The bastard was keeping her, keeping the poor girl, just like he was keeping her. Her head hurt too much to properly care about what he had been saying at the time, up until she’d nearly blacked out because of her headache or something. But she got the gist of it. When she’d fucked the girl they’d brought in, her growth from stealing the girl’s intelligence had been phenomenal. She’d lasted longer, she’d thought faster, and in general, she had just been better. It had been amazing, and it showed. From the mutterings she figured that she’d pushed forwards Coil’s little plans and agendas forward by at least three months worth of work.

Now he wanted to keep the girl. Lisa didn’t even know her name, and now she was expected to just continually fuck this poor girl. Lisa gripped the arm rest of the damn chair she was in. The metal creaked as she used the small brute rating she had to try to escape for the hundredth time, but to no avail, like usual. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair.

There was a sound, and Lisa realised what was happening again, and despite herself, her dick in its cage twitched while her pussy started to grow wet. After months of being forced to fuck and be fucked by whoever they’d pulled off the street, her body knew what was coming, and it cried out for it. Already she could feel her nipples grow hard under the latex costume they’d gotten her when Coil was playing dress up with her. She’d had three different costumes thus far; a little “bonus” as the sick fuck liked to call it, each costume more sexual than the last until now she was just some latex doll. Lisa could already imagine what was going to be coming for them next if they were serious about keeping the girl. Soon she would be another latex doll like her, covered in latex, and with the drugs and how her power worked; she’d be moulded into Lisa’s poor fuck toy before long, just like how Lisa was being moulded into Coil’s thinker pet.

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, her personal nicknames for the assholes who handled her, came in, keys jingling as they came forward. This woke the brunette who’d fallen asleep on Lisa’s lap as she looked fearfully at them.

“Get off her,” Tweedle Dumb said and the brunette scrambled to comply. Tweedle Dee began to unlock her once again, while Tweedle Dumb kept watch before finally unlocking her cock. Lisa groaned a bit as her dick began hardening immediately as soon as it was free. Despite herself, despite how it disgusted her, the girl who was now trapped down here with her, she was kind of hot in that nerdy next door girl kind of way. She just needed to take better care of herself, and maybe with a bit of help from Lisa, and she’s be damn good looking. Add in a bit of exercise to excise that small belly and she’d be a damn fine catch for anyone.

Especially with how she acted after Lisa’s power started to take hold, dragging her intelligence out, draining her of her intellect until she was nothing but a cock hungry sex addict. While it was awful, horrible, and it disgusted her, there was something sexy about bimbofying someone with her power given dick.

Like before, Lisa was once again injected with the aphrodisiac that they used on her, knew the brunette would be having it administered as well. Like always, Lisa’s breath caught as she was hit by the enhanced aphrodisiac, her cock growing harder than it normally would until it stood painfully erect before her. Lisa’s hand could help itself as it reached for her dick, and started to pump it. Lisa groaned into the ball gag inside of the hood as she pumped it, feeling pleasure flow through her as she pumped, driving herself further into that lustful haze that she could feel.

“Stop that,” Tweedle Dumb commanded, and for a moment, Lisa froze, her hand left on her dick as she tried her best to keep herself from stroking. The bastard had forbid her from stroking, and it reduced her sex drive, and they wanted to drain everyone she fucked of every little bit of brain they had for as long as her power lasted.

“Hands off,” the guard finally said, and Lisa ripped her hand away from her dick, and tried to focus on her breathing. In, out, no touch, or else you get the bullet. Instead, she just looked to the girl who she’d fucked into a puddle and made her bimbo sex pet… yesterday? It was hard to tell down here. Already the aphrodisiac was taking hold. Lisa could tell from her nipples, her flushed expression, the way her hips rubbed together. They were horny as fuck, and as the guards turned to leave, the girl turned her head and looked straight at Lisa’s cock. Unlike before, Lisa stood up slowly, as to keep from spooking her. They both knew what they wanted, deliberately aroused as they were, and there would be hell to pay if they didn’t comply.

As the two girl’s approached each other, one clad in leather and latex, the other having lost all her clothing during their last session of fun, they began to feel each other up. Lisa, immediately started attacking the girl’s nipples, with one hand dancing around her skin, making sure to avoid her private areas with that hand. The girl on the other hand started to play with her immediately, touching the only part of her which still had skin exposed while also latching onto Lisa’s nipples. They were at eye level with the girl’s head after all, and it felt good to have them suckled like that. Lisa moaned along with the pale brunette as the two played with each other. While the girl’s ministrations were inexpert and rather amateurish, she was going straight for the heart of it pleasure.

Lisa wanted to take a bit more of an indirect route, rather than going for it all at once, she would tease the girl, bringing her further into the mood. The drugs helped, but every girl likes a bit of foreplay. Lisa continued to play with the girl for a bit, before she then felt one of the girl’s fingers slip off her cock and begin to explore lower, finding her pussy underneath her dick. The brunette made an inquisitive sound as she looked up at Lisa. Not really sure how to respond, Lisa just nodded, it having been a while since she’d been touched down there, the last few kidnapped victims having been women mostly.

As they continued to play with each other, Lisa’s fingers continued to center in on the girl’s core, teasing her lower lips by passing by them, and each time she did, the girl’s hand job and fingering grew faster. Lisa had to bite her lip in order to keep quiet as the smaller girl played with her. Despite her inexpert technique it was certainly bringing her closer, perhaps she’d played music before with hands like that. Slowly, as Lisa’s breathing continued to grow more ragged from the teasing, from the bits of pleasure that Lisa was feeling, she finally let her roaming fingers find their mark, slipping into the girl easily as her snatch had been slavering from her own playing.

The smaller brunette let out a cute moan as she left fingers slide into her, and immediately started to buck against Lisa. The brunette’s fingers in Lisa’s own snatch and on her cock sped up, but their technique became less expert already as the girl focused on feeling her own pleasure, fucking herself on Lisa’s fingers, raising her own pleasure rather than focusing. Lisa was fine with that, she should have as much pleasure as she could get, and it likely would be the only thing she’d be able to look forward to in the future anyways.

Yet, it was the girl that pulled away from Lisa. The way that she stood, her legs coming together, letting her rub her thighs together, looking up at Lisa with that cute look with her big cute eyes and slightly dishevelled hair. She looked like a cute and sexy kitten, and her fingers quickly found their way down to her box, playing with her clit.

“Please?” was all the cute little thing asked, and Lisa almost couldn’t help but “aww” at her. Instead, Lisa just nodded, and moved forward and towering over the girl. The girl began to lower herself and Lisa did as well, following her and moving with her, having her larger cape enhanced body always touching her, her fingers flowing around the brunette’s body, teasing as they went down, drawing cute little moans from her.

As the girl’s back hit the floor, Lisa moved forward and slid into her wet snatch. The brunette went cross-eyed as she felt Lisa fill her snatch. With how wet and aroused the girl was, it was easy to enter. Lisa herself groaned along side the brunette, their pleasure synchronising their bodies betrayed them and gave them pleasure. With her larger size, Lisa was able to practically envelop the smaller girl, her arms sliding down to hold down the brunette’s arms, her fat futa nipples sliding across the girl’s smaller, perky things, moving in such a way as to give them both a fun taste of ecstasy.

Then the girl started to get impatient with Lisa, moving a bit on her own to try to get Lisa to move, and Lisa chuckled through her gag. Then the blonde started moving, sliding her dick in farther, and thrusting into the girl beneath her. Pleasure arced through Lisa with each thrust as she fucked the girl beneath her, grunting as she did so, while the girl started to moan. The girl’s large and expressive mouth opened as Lisa fucked her, her breaths coming out in pants as Lisa fucked her, her eyes uncrossing to look up at Lisa, a heavy blush powdering her cheeks. With the little leverage that she had, the brunette began to press back against Lisa’s cock, helping thrust it deeper into her as Lisa continued to pound the girl’s pussy.

Already Lisa could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm as she fucked the girl, sliding it in deeper, harder, and she practically could feel herself twitching. Lisa’s thrusts continued to speed up as she fucked the sexy brunette. Her walls were tight as hell, and soft as silk, they pressed up against Lisa’s cock like glove, holding her tight and were doing their best to milk Lisa of her intelligence stealing cum.

Then the girl’s box grew even tighter, pressing down on her cock like a vice grip as the muscles started to spasm. The girl let out an incredible moan as her head practically fell back and her eyes crossed again. Lisa felt the girl’s long legs wrap around her waist as Lisa fucked her deep and hard, her own pleasure increasing as the girl started cumming on her cock. The pleasure was intense as the girl’s snatch squeezed and did it’s best to milk Lisa of her cum, rubbing at her and spasming in ways that was, slowly… sending her… over the edge~!

Lisa slammed into the girl once more as she felt herself pass the point of no return, the final thrust speeding up the breaking of the damn as Lisa felt herself begin to spurt. Lisa let out a soft moan as she started to cum, mixing with the brunette’s moan as her pussy proceeded to pleasure Lisa even more, undulating and spasming, milking Lisa of her jizz. Lisa felt her balls begin to empty into the brunette’s warm hole, and slowly watched as the light in the girl’s eyes, that spark of intelligence slowly dimmed in her. It didn’t dim completely, but the girl’s intelligence was being drained, and slowly being turned into her bimbo fuck pet.

Slowly, gingerly, Lisa pulled out, before lifting herself up to standing on her knees as she looked down at the girl. The girl made a self satisfied moan as she stretched a little bit and rubbed her legs together, putting on a sexy show for Lisa as she started to play with her nipples and crotch. The brunette looked at Lisa again, licking her lips before she started to push herself up into a sitting position, and then onto all fours. She began to crawl to Lisa, her eyes on her prize which was rapidly reinflating at the sight of the brunette’s sexy ass swaying as she crawled to her, like a sexy pet, hungry for cock. Lisa just held her dick aloft for her sexy girl, who didn’t hesitate at all.

The brunette reached forward and began to lick all around Lisa’s cock head before putting it in her mouth. Lisa let out a slight groan as it happened, still sensitive from just cumming. Yet the girl, especially after the first fuck, would be an insatiable bimbo until Lisa tried her out. The brunette quickly began to move onto bobbing on her cock, moving like how Lisa had showed her before, only bobbing enough to pleasure Lisa, but not enough to cause her to gag.

Lisa rested her hand on the girl’s head as she sucked on Lisa’s cock, enjoying the sensations that were coming from the brunette girl’s fun. If she was trapped in Hell, might as well take what enjoyment she could from it after all.

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The sound of klaxons blared through Coil’s base as three figures ran through it, each clad in black with a symbol over their featureless faces. One was a relatively fit man with a blue snake pattern that ended with a snakes head on his face, the tallest had the symbol of a purple eye placed across her head with a long set of blond hair in a ponytail, and the final was another girl, who’s featureless black outfit had a series of pink chains spreading across it in a somewhat suggestive way as to imply bondage.

A group of Coil’s men came around the corner and the one figure with the snake, didn’t hesitate to lift his gun and fire upon them as the other two figures split off from him and left Coil behind. Internally, Coil fumed as he was left a puppet in his body while he took cover and continued to fire blindly, without any attempt at actually aiming. Yet it did its purpose. His mercs began taking cover as he continued to fire. Thank god the one mastering him was a teenage girl from the inner city or his mercs might have actually been in danger, and if they were actually in danger, they might have just ignored his regular master stranger protocols in favour of just eliminating the threat.

Even so, Coil could hear the soft pitter patter of his girls fleeing his base, their home. Were Coil able to, he would have thrown his gun down in anger, or even better yet, shot the one girl in the leg, the one with the pink chain pattern over her. He was sure his slut’s pet was responsible for this, his thinker wouldn’t just suddenly gain a new master power. No, it was the girl, at some point, she triggered and now she’d somehow found a way to master him.

The girl controlling his body had him move away from the wall as he was forced to aim his pistol at the corner. There weren’t many bullets left in the magazine, just a few, but likely neither she nor his mercs knew that, and that would make them hesitate. As time went on, it was becoming increasingly obvious to Coil what exactly had happened.

At some point the girl managed to master him, despite him never even being in the same room as her, and had been able to piggy back on his senses. The girl’s plan was simple, provoke an evacuation, and she’d managed it. His security around the self destruct program was not as robust as it should be, he should have used a different password for it than the others, but he’d been a bit lazy, and now for his lapse in judgement, most of his personal were bugging out as quietly as they could, not even realising that the self destruct had been averted by some enterprising mercs, they were definitely getting raises. It gave his girls, the ones that were so crucial for his plan, a chance to escape.

Despite his mastering, he could still feel his anger, his blood pressure rising as he thought of it. However she’d managed it, if he was able to escape her influence somehow, he would certainly find her, and have her killed with extreme prejudice, and then he would take his pet thinker back. She might even thank him, she was likely under the master’s sway, she didn’t move right, and the three of them had coordinated like they’d been part of a team rather than a master, her minion, and the girl who fucked the brains out of the master.

Or was his thinker doing this? Somehow manipulating the master into doing this? Lisa had just fucked the master, that should have left her a brain dead bimbo, so how had the plan been hatched like this? Too many questions, he would have to get to the bottom of this when he finally caught them and dealt with them.

There was the sound of a flash bang being tossed down the hall, and the girl who was mastering him didn’t even realise she needed to look away as the grenade blasted him with light. Coil was forced to raise his arms up to shield his eyes, and he heard the sound of boots coming around the corner, then the feeling of being shoulder checked over. Coil felt the master’s control start to wane as he was handcuffed by his men. Annoying, but you could never be too careful with masters, once he figured out who’d realised something was wrong and stayed behind, they were getting a raise.

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There we go, some futa Lisa action based off that prompt from before. Something about this inspired me to write about it.

I feel I could improve the sex scenes I write so any suggestions on how to improve that would be highly appreciated.

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