You roll your eyes, just remembering that you ever thought that. It all went so wrong. Her husband seemed to ''like'' her as a slut, turning a blind eye to her frequent nocturnal adventures. It’s not like she avoided him either. Somehow she managed to have sex with him all the time and still run off for a visit every now and again. And the bastard somehow enjoyed that, using her abnormal sex drive to keep her pregnant all the time, as if it somehow amused him. He even encouraged her to wear skimpy clothes and face paint, which combined with the rest made Yala look like one of the breeding slaves that were won when one tribe conquered another.
You see her pass near you again and her giant belly and lactating tits suddenly give you a giant erection, which you awkwardly try to hide under the table. A wave of shame and sadness grips you. It’s true that you are an accomplished blacksmith apprentice, your tribe respects you and you’ve even had your fair share of love affairs. But still..You reflect on your condition, thinking that…
[[<u>You are happy as you are and are not bothered by your dick. </u>->Happy with]]
[[You feel confused about your condition.->Confused]] //(You may choose later)//
<u>[[You would give anything to be a normal girl like your sister.->Unhappy]] </u>
You actually quite like your dick. It has never bothered you, and besides there are a few other women like you in the tribe. It’s something natural. As a matter of fact, you love watching it get more and more erect while one of your lovers pounds you, the excitement building gradually until you eventually cum without ever needing to touch yourself.
Still, watching your sister like that gets you rock hard.
$S1[Damn it, why is this happening?]
It’s not because you want to fuck her. In fact, you envy her. Getting pregnant, undergoing the kind of permanent changes to your body to accommodate something inside you, to submit both mentally and physically, that is something that you’ve always wanted, and you could never have. You grind your teeth and wait for the erection to pass.
(set: $love=1)
[[Go on with your day->day 1]]
You feel confused. On the one hand, you’ve accepted that you have a dick even though you're a woman. As a matter of fact, you love watching it get more and more erect while one of your lovers is pounding you, the excitement building gradually until you eventually cum without ever needing to touch yourself.
However your rock hard erection when watching your sister is telling you something. It’s not because you want to fuck her. In fact, you envy her. Getting pregnant, undergoing the kind of permanent changes to your body to accommodate something inside you, to submit both mentally and physically, that is something that you’ve always wanted, and you could never have.
(set: $love=2)
[[Think about it later->day 1]]
You find yourself angry at your dick. Your rock hard erection is not because you want to fuck your sister. In fact, you realise you envy her.
$S1[//If only I didn't have this giant thing between my legs...//]
Getting pregnant, undergoing the kind of permanent changes to your body to accommodate something inside you, to submit both mentally and physically, that is something that you’ve always wanted, and you could never have.
(set: $love=3)
[[Try to get it out of your head ->day 1]]
You push the thoughts out of your head and go about your day. There’s nothing you can do about it really, so it’s better to avoid thinking about it altogether. Things are what they are.
$O[They don't have to be]
What? You feel a bit weird. You brush it off and put back the leather apron over your tunic, strapping it tightly. It's blackened from grease and burn marks, but you wear it proudly, a token of the long hours spent at the forge. Besides, you like leather, it suits your comlexion, a fine mix of strong muscles and feminine charm. Even your red hair speaks of fire - a sign that you were always meant to be a blacksmith. It's time to [[head to the forge]].
(if: $mas is "no")[ $O[Why do you deny your desires?] ] (if: $mas is "yes")[ $O[Admit your desires] ]
//You are pregnant. It is the most joyful and amazing feeling. Your round, heavy belly creates the most wonderful sense of restriction, limiting your movement and making you a good, docile girl. A hand pushes you down and you fall on your knees. There is a dick in front of you and you instinctively lean forward, wrapping your lips around it. You have to balance your weight, careful not to fall over, but rather than cumbersome the exercise feels exhilarating. As your body rocks back and forth sliding your mouth along the length of the shaft, you feel your own dick grow harder and harder under you. Everything is perfect.//
[[Wake up]]
$O[Come to me]
The wind is blowing in your hair and the soft moonlight reaches your eyes through a sleepy haze. You are standing naked and barefoot on the beach. The location seems unfamiliar. The gentle breeze feels cool on your skin in the hot summer night. You feel disoriented, a light floating feeling filling your head.
(colour: "#9933FF")[//What am I doing here?//]
The effects of your sleepwalking slowly wear off and soon enough you start recognizing some of the landmarks around you. Those hills there to the north - you’ve seen them many times, but never from this specific angle. You notice that you’re not that far away from your village, wondering how come you’ve never come across this part of the beach.
You suddenly realize you’re standing in front of a cave entrance. It’s quite narrow and mostly covered with bushes. The walls are covered in some sort of fluorescent moss that gives off a faint glow. You peer inside and you think you can just about make out a path heading downwards into the darkness.
$O[Come]
You feel an irresistible urge to go inside. Your mind is still in a sleepy haze, a soft dreamy mist clouding your better judgement. Without further questions, your feet slowly take you further and further [[down]].
Everything feels blurred in your mind and time seems to skip and flash. You suddenly find yourself deep into the cave and it feels like you’ve been walking for only a few minutes, but something tells you it could have been much longer. At the bottom there is a large, circular space, almost like a room. The floor is flat and in the center there is a large stone which is brighter and more distinct than the dim space around it. It almost seems like a spotlight, like a place made specifically for you, ready, inviting.
$O[Come]
[[Sit on the stone]]
You sit on the stone and peer into the surrounding darkness. The cave is not completely dark, but you can’t identify a visible light source. The shadows seem to be moving around, but it may be all in your head.
$S1[//Why did I come here again?//]
All of a sudden something grabs your arms, pulling them behind your back with tremendous force. Before you can react shadows stretch towards you, wrapping themselves around your legs and pulling them apart.They feel cold and slimy and their contact sends shivers through your spine. You try to struggle but you find it impossible to free yourself from their iron grip. It seems that even your strong blacksmith’s body doesn’t stand a chance.
The faint glow of the cave increases and you realize with horror that the strange shadows covering the walls are in fact a mass of dark, wriggling tentacles. They’re everywhere around you, shifting and slithering around the stalactites.
$O[Up]
Your attention is drawn to a great black mass which is looming over you. You hadn’t even realized when it descended from the ceiling, but now it’s here above you. You can’t move and your naked body is completely exposed.
(if: $love is 1)[ [[ It's coming closer->Path 1 ]] ]
(if: $love is 2)[ [[ Hesitate->Path 2 ]] ]
(if: $love is 3)[ [[ It's coming closer->Path 3 ]] ]
Your [ballroom gown]<c1| is [bright red]<c2| with [silver streaks]<c3|,
and covered in [moonstones]<c4|.
(click: ?c1)[A hand-me-down from your great aunt.]
(click: ?c2)[A garish shade, to your reckoning.]
(click: ?c3)[Only their faint shine keeps them from being seen as grey.]
(click: ?c4)[Dreadfully heavy, they weigh you down and make dancing arduous.]
[Fie and fuggaboo!]<shout|
(click: ?shout)[ (replace: ?shout)["Blast and damnation!"] ]
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The dark mass extends an appendage forward, a long slimy wriggling thing with glistening skin, which descends directly towards your crotch. You are able to recognize countless bulges inside it, shifting around beneath the surface. A strange wave of apprehension washes over you. Suddenly you know everything. In your mind you see clearly that the creature wishes to plant them all inside you.
$O[Accept your desires]
Eyes wide with terror, you violently try to free yourself but all of your efforts are fruitless. The appendage lowers itself until it is right above your cock. You start fearing for the worst, but nothing happens. Seconds pass. It just stands there… waiting, looming over you.
[[Think about what it could do to you->Think eggs]]
[[Think about your sister->Think sister]]
$O[Choose]
You suddenly know why you're here. The Oracle can read you. He senses your desire to be pregnant. He will fulfill your wish. The only questions is how. [[<u>Are you happy with your body?</u>->Path 1 ]] Or [[<u>do you want it to be changed?</u>->Path 3 ]]
The dark mass extends an appendage forward, a long slimy wriggling thing with glistening skin, which descends directly towards your crotch. A strange wave of apprehension washes over you. Suddenly you seem to understand. In your mind you see clearly that the creature wishes to change you, molding your body into something more suited for it.
$O[Accept your desires]
Eyes wide with terror, you violently try to free yourself but all of your efforts are fruitless. The appendage lowers itself until it is right above your cock. You start fearing for the worst, but nothing happens. Seconds pass. It just stands there… waiting, looming over you.
In the darkness, your mind races. You start thinking...
[[About your sister]]
[[What the Oracle wants]]
(set: $Y to (colour: "#FF99CC"))
Minutes pass. The ovipositor stands ready, just above your penis.
The only thing you can think about was is all those eggs buried deep inside you. You think about them wriggling, growing.
The thought invades your mind, pushes away everything else. You can’t help imagining the slimy thing squeezing inside your dick. Your member begins to grow stiff. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, fear mixed with a strange excitement sending more and more blood towards your cock. It raises higher and higher, pulsing with your heartbeat, inevitably drawing closer to the ovipositor. The idea of your own body betraying your drives you crazy. The knowledge that your erection speaks volumes about your eagerness and accord only accelerates the process, until the tip of your penis, now bursting erect, [[touches the head of the alien appendage.->touch]]
Having received your unwilling accord, the slimy thing pushes down, first feeling your entrance, then slowly probing it all the while it’s flowing juices lubricate your cock. When your head is wet enough it slowly inserts its end inside you. The slimy texture reminds you of a snail, the thought strangely arousing as it expands your canal and makes steady progress down your shaft.
Your penis is spread slowly but surely, your tip opening to accommodate inch by inch the thickening slippery tentacle. The deeper the tentacle pushes inside you, the harder your penis becames, twitching from pleasure and making it even easier for the ovipositor to continue its way. Soon enough you can’t help but moan, the intense sensation both exciting and frustrating.
Your balls begin to ache, producing painful amounts of semen. You are on the verge of cumming, the sensation becoming unbearable. The slug-like ovipositor is almost all the way down.
At last the tiny head reaches your balls. You instantly cum, or rather, you would cum but instead your semen is painfully pushed down again into your balls, a torturous process that makes your head spin. The bulges in the ovipositor start moving down, the first one already pressing against your tip. Pressure mounts for a short while and then your tip opens, accommodating the first one inside. You can clearly see the bulge travel down your shaft and finally be deposited in our sack.
Soon enough a second bulge follows it, then a third, egg after egg sliding down inside your throbbing cock and popping inside your balls. Each deposit provokes a wild, euphoric feeling akin to cumming, but only the other way around. With time your balls grow bigger and heavier and you lose count of how many eggs have popped inside them, the whole process blending into a red haze. You want to cum so badly, each egg increasing your need and each next preventing you. [[You slowly descend into madness.-> Next Day]]
(set: $state=2)
While the ovipositor stands there, your thoughts suddenly go back to your sister and how this whole thing started. You picture her waddling around the house with her big belly and tits, you think about the times when you see her go out at night and come back with stains on her face.
$S1[//How good must that feel, to be a prisoner of a pregnant body, totally submissive, happily sucking on a dick behind some hut...//]
A part of you is envious of her. The mental image starts to arouse you and your cock raises higher and higher until the tip [[touches the head of the alien appendage.->touch]]
WARNING!
This story contains sex and is not suitable for people under 18!
Furthermore it contains elements such as tentacles, oviposition, orgasm denial, body transformations and mind break. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, now is the time to leave.
(set: $state=1)
Dear Player,
To make navigation easy in this game, choices that have big consequences are <u> underlined </u>. These usually will take you down a completely diffirent branch of the story, sometimes immediately, sometimes later down the line.
[[Start->Intro1]]
(set: $S1 to (colour: "#9933FF"))
(set: $O to (text-style: "smear"))
(set: $Y to (colour: "#FF99CC"))
(set: $S2 to (colour: "#FF66FF"))
(set: $W to (colour: "#D44512"))
You open your eyes. The air is hot and your skin is covered in sweat. You look up - it’s around noon. You’re lying naked on the beach, not far from the entrance to the cave. The memories from last night rush to your head.
$S1[//Was it all just a dream?//]
There is a lot of time you can’t account for, but you manage to piece most of it together. You look down to your crotch - your balls have swollen to a gigantic size, bigger than most apples you’ve seen. Your dick seems to have grown as well, matching them in size. You examine the rest of your body - while there are no staggering changes, you can swear that your breasts are slightly bigger too, and perhaps softer.
You immediately start making your way back to your hut, thanking the gods that it’s on the outskirts of the village and you can probably make it there without anyone seeing you if you’re careful. Still - the walk is humiliating - you’re naked and sweating and your large balls make it harder to move, giving you an awkward step.
You reach the hut without anyone noticing you, quickly grab a pair of clothes and head to the forge. You didn’t see your sister, but now’s not the time to go looking for her. You mumble some excuse at the master blacksmith and get to [[work]].
<img src="http://xfiction.org/Sonya/BaseS_transp.png" height="700" width="500" align="left">
Your condition makes it exceptionally hard to do anything. You can feel your sensitivy body brushing against the rough cloth with your every movement. Throughout the day it becomes a struggle to carry out your usual tasks, but it’s almost impossible. Whatever you do, your giant balls get in the way, making walking, turning and any brisk movements a torture. You have to be constantly careful not to squish them accidentally between your legs.
You suddenly feel vulnerable and constrained. The constant effort reminds you of your pregnant sister and her ridiculous waddling around with that giant belly and tits. Have you become like her?
The thought catches you off-guard and you feel both aroused and ashamed, your dick stiffening under your garments. Your growing erection makes it even more difficult to do anything useful at the forge.
[[Mumble an excuse->get away from there]]
Your cheeks blushing with embarrassment, you stray away from the village, wandering into the nearby forest. At least here no one is going to bother you while you try to get a grip on your condition.
In the forest, the air feels cooler and it’s easier to think. You sit on a rock, trying to make yourself comfortable. Not having to move is already a huge relief. With nothing left to distract you, it’s time to [[decide]] what you’re going to do.
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Despite your burning cheeks, something compells you to stay and walk around the village. The more people look at you the more aroused you get, your aching balls slowly swelling throughout the day as walking becomes more and more tedious.
When people pass you by you wonder how they would look at you if they knew what had happened. Would they banish you from the village? Or maybe they would punish you for your transgressions?
By nightfall it becomes clear that you can't just stay like this - you need to [[decide]] what you’re going to do.
You have lived a day with your giant balls, and it has been hell. Still, you spent most of it with a rock-hard boner and you can’t deny it. How do you feel about that?
<u>[[You feel angry at your condition-> angry]]
[[You feel bad. You need to find help.->bad]]
[[It’s strange, but you sort of liked it.->like]]</u>
The more you think about it, the angrier you feel. You don’t like where this is going at all. You’ve been humiliated and laughed at and that’s not something you’re going to stand for. With a fire burning inside you, you head home, trying to walk as properly as you can.
You get back to your hut and you sit on the table in a foul mood, brooding. The night is terribly silent. Your sister is nowhere to be seen - probably out on one of her visits again. You would normally try and get some sleep, but you don’t feel sleepy at all, so all you can do is walk around furiously as the moon makes its way across the night sky.
Suddenly there is a noise outside and the door opens, your sister stumbling drunkenly inside. Her robe is a mess, her tits barely covered, and she’s so tipsy she can’t even stand straight. Outraged, you slap her across the face, cum and saliva flying out of her mouth and splashing on the wall.
(colour: "#FF9933")[‘You dirty slut!’, you shout, ‘How dare you come home like this?!’]
The slap takes her off balance and she staggers and falls on her knees, her head now doubly turning. You grab her by the hair and turn her face towards you, shouting directly at her.
(colour: "#FF9933")[‘Look at you! You stink! You’re pregnant, and still you drink and you go and fuck all night! It’s all your fault! Everything's your fault!”]
Your balls itch painfully. Anger boils inside you. Why should you be the one to carry them?! You shouldn’t! Clearly, it’s your slutty sister that’s the ideal host for them.
[[Shove them in her ass]]
[[Shove them down her throat]]
It’s difficult to admit, but if you have to be honest with yourself, you kinda enjoyed it. You examine your giant balls again and you can’t help but think of the countless eggs buried inside them. What will happen next? Are you going to be a good mommy?
You blush. Thinking of them as your children is so wrong… but still..
Lost in thought, you wander through the forest, until suddenly you realize that the cave entrance is in front of you again. As soon as you see it you know that you’ve been walking deliberately towards it and that at this point you have no choice, you need to [[descend]].
You feel terribly confused about your predicament. It’s both painful and somewhat arousing. You realize that you have to do something about it, but you’re not sure what. It occurs to you that the best thing might be to consult the village elder - after all, she’s the spiritual guardian of your tribe and has always offered wise advice to those who seek her council.
Shortly after sunset you head towards her hut, trying to be as discreet as possible. Walking is hard, but you do your best to keep your composure.
You arrive there half an hour later. The moon has just surfaced over the horizon. There is a fire burning in front of her hut and two of her private servants, both women, stand guard at the door.
(colour:"#0E959A")[‘Good evening, sister’], one of them addresses you kindly. (colour:"#0E959A")[‘How may we help you?’]
(colour: "#9933FF")[‘I need the elder’s advice…the matter is urgent, and very private.’]
(colour:"#0E959A")[‘I understand’] she says, refraining from further questions. (colour:"#0E959A")[‘I’ll ask if she is able to see you.’]
You wait outside a few minutes, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to another to alleviate the discomfort. You can swear that your breasts have grown larger still, their weight starting to pull you forward. You feel strangely aroused from your predicament. Soon enough the servant resurges and invites you [[into the hut]].
It’s more difficult than you remember it. You’re not quite sure how to get to the bottom - last night it seemed that going down was a breeze, but now you find yourself in complex galleries with giant, steep rocks blocking the way. Your progress is painfully slow and the cave just seems to go on and on. On top of that, the motions necessary to scale the slopes are exceedingly difficult with your giant dick and ballsack always getting in the way. You can swear there is a soft pulsing inside your balls, as if something shifting around.
Against your will, you get hard again. Your dangling erection is definitely an obtrusion. When the terrain permits you try and carry it in your hands, but most of the time when you need to scale, it just gets in your way, making you strike ridiculous poses as you descend.
Your mind starts going hazy again. It’s difficult to think. Vaguely you ask yourself what would happen when you get to the bottom. But you don’t really care. You just want to get [[there]].
You’ve finally arrived! You’re in the dark circular room at the bottom of the cavern. The stone is still in the middle, covered in soft light, waiting for you.
[[Sit]]
You sit on the stone. It’s quiet. You feel the shadows shifting on the walls around you, but the giant black mass is nowhere to be seen. You look above, but it’s pitch black. Nothing happens. You feel like this is some sort of a test. Perhaps you need to [[get undressed]]?
You toss your clothes aside. You notice that your body has changed a bit more - your breasts are even bigger and your ass is rounder. The image of your sister pops in your head again. You feel a deep frustration. You need the creature. You need it right now.
[[Spread your legs and present your dick-> Dick]]
[[Bend over on the stone. ]]
You leave your giant erection out in the open, spreading your legs as wide as you can and leaning back on the stone. The creature answers your offering, finally showing itself and descending from above.
It’s long, slimy ovipositor extends towards your stiff member. It’s bigger than you remember - it looks like you’re going to have to stretch some more to accommodate it. It’s slimy end pops inside your head, making your dick throb with anticipation. It slides deeper way more easily than before, reaching your balls and digging inside them as your shaft hardens around it.
Numerous bulges start moving down again, pressing against your head, stretching it open, sliding down your shaft and popping inside your balls. You wouldn’t have believed that it was possible for them to grow any larger, but they do - slowly but surely the new eggs stretch them even more, an ecstatic sensation that makes you moan with each egg that slips inside them.
When the filling finally ends, your balls are round and heavy, pulling you down to the rock. In fact, you can barely lift yourself up. It dawns on you that it will be absolutely impossible to climb your way back out of the cave.
Reading your thoughts, the Dark Oracle offers a silent reply. Out of the far shadows a long, thick tentacle slithers forward, making its way like an oversized serpent. It pauses near you and you're able to see countless bulges inside it, many times bigger than the ones you've seen so far.
It perches its thick end upwards from the ground, stiffening. It's thicker than your dick, dark and slimy, and you know exactly what it wants
[[Accept your fate]]
[[Try to escape]]
You bend on all fours, raising your ass towards the dark ceiling. It doesn’t take long and you feel something cold and slimy probe against your back side. You prepare yourself, your dick stiffening from the thought as it slips inside your ass. In a few moments feel a round object press against your sphincter. You push back, moaning as it stretches open your O-ring and slips inside you.
As soon as the first one goes in a second one follows, then a third one. You watch your belly start bulging from underneath you as egg after egg makes you rounder and heavier. After a while any movement becomes difficult and you realize you’ll never get up again. You don’t care. You reach with your hands and spread your ass cheeks, wondering how many eggs you can take inside you. You feel happy - you’re going to be a mommy!
(set: $state=3)
ENDING 5/10: ORACLE'S FUTA
[[END]]
Slowly, carefully, you lift yourself up. Your big round balls are heavy like stones. It’s terribly difficult to move. You realise there’s nowhere left to go.
You trot painfully slow for a few steps until you reach the end of the tentacle. You crouch over it, placing your ass above of the dark phallus. Then you start lowering yourself until your butthole rests directly on top of it. It feels cold and slimy, but you can’t resist it.
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Crouching is difficult. You feel so heavy. There’s nothing else to do. You release your weight and fall to the ground, the thick tentacle stretching your O-ring and sliding inside your ass. It doesn’t take long for the first peach-sized egg to come pushing against your back entrance. It struggles for a few moments but is then pushed inside you. One by one, the others follow it, making you heavier and rounder by the minute. Moaning uncontrollably, a distant part of your mind tells you that you can’t stand up anymore. You don’t care. You reach with your hands and spread your ass cheeks, wondering how many eggs you can take inside you. You feel happy - you’re going to be a mommy!
(set: $state=4)
ENDING 5/10: ORACLE'S FUTA
[[END]]
Part of your mind sounding the red alert, you try to get up and leave. Walking is painfully difficult - your balls are as big as coconuts and you are forced to hold them in your hands to make any progress at all. You somehow reach the slope of the exit and try to climb it, but the challenge proves too much for you and you fall back on the floor. You continue trying, but the more you struggle, the harder it gets, your exhausted body straining with the impossible task.
After numerous tries you collapse on all fours, all force sapped away from you. Your balls feel as if they were made of steel.
Suddenly you feel something cold and slimy probe against your back side. You scrape, trying to get up, but you fail and it slips inside your ass before you can do anything else. Cold apprehension starts to spread in your mind as you feel a round object press against your sphincter. With no power left inside you you can only wait as it stretches open your O-ring and slips inside you.
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As soon as the first one goes in a second one follows, then a third one. You watch your belly start bulging from underneath you as egg after egg makes you rounder and heavier. After a while any movement becomes difficult and you realize you’ll never get up again. You don’t care. You reach with your hands and spread your ass cheeks, wondering how many eggs you can take inside you. You feel happy - you’re going to be a mommy!
(set: $state=4)
ENDING 5/10: ORACLE'S FUTA
[[END]]
You slam her face down on the ground and lift up her robe. Of course, the little whore is not wearing anything underneath. Even in these circumstances her slutty instincts kick in and she raises her ass up for you. Perfect. This clears any doubts you might have had.
You spread her ass and press your cock against her tight butthole. Some slimy precum oozes from your tip and helps lubricate her entrance. Slowly you start shoving it inside her, stretching her O-ring while she moans and squirms beneath.
It doesn’t come without any difficulty, especially now that your cock has grown to abnormal proportions, but you put some effort into it, pinning her down, sliding your cock back a bit and then in again, stretching her ass a little more each time until finally she’s able to take you all the way in, completely wetting herself in the process.
As you continue pounding her you feel an increasing pressure in your balls. Your dick tenses to the extreme and then the eggs resurge, travelling up your shaft and unloading into your sister’s ass, each one making her moan and twitch.
$O[Good work]
The anger inside you somewhat sated, you leave the mess that is your sister unconscious on the floor and go to [[bed]].
Your strong fingers squeeze her jaw and you pull her in, lowering the whore’s mouth to your dick. It doesn’t take a lot of convincing - as soon as her lips touch the tip instinct kicks in and she starts sucking submissively. She’s obviously used to being treated roughly.
Your giant dick is proving a bit of a challenge, but you push her in, shoving it deep inside her throat. Dislocating her jaw is a minor side-effect of the process, but your sister is so good at blowjobs, it doesn’t seem to stop her.
While she’s sucking, you feel more and more of your anger channel towards Yala, her cum-stained breasts resting on her round belly reminding you how many dicks she has taken just in the last few days.
As she continues working, you feel an increasing pressure in your balls. Your dick tenses to the extreme and then the eggs resurge, travelling up your shaft and unloading into your sister’s throat. She obediently swallows them up and you see the bulges through the skin of her neck as they travel down and fall into her stomach.
$O[Good work]
The anger inside you somewhat sated, you leave the mess that is your sister unconscious on the floor and go to [[bed]] .
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When you wake up the next day, you notice your sister is already up and she's affectionately rubbing her bloated belly. You must've layed a good number of those eggs inside her.
$S1[Yala!] you shout.
$Y[Huh...?]
She doesn't seem to pay you much attention and proceeds to play with her breasts.
$O[Bring her to me]
You realise that you can't leave your sister like that. You need to do something about it.
[[Bring her to the cave]]
[[Take her to the village elder]]
You’ve never been in the elder’s hut before and you gaze around in wonder, forgetting your troubles for a moment. It’s covered with all kinds of strange trinkets, long strings with bones and feathers woven into them, strange paintings with vibrant colours and obscure crystals that look slightly out of place on the dusty shelves.
‘How can I help you?’ asks the elder, pulling you out of your contemplation.
[[Tell her the whole truth]]
[[Only focus on the problem]]
You describe in detail everything that has happened, starting with your dream, how you woke up at the beach, your descent into the cave and your encounter with the Oracle. The elder gravely nods, sometimes asking for details, but mostly letting you carry on with as few interruptions as possible. When you finish your story, you can tell by the look on her face that the matter is serious.
‘There must be something that can be done, right?’
You look at her, not daring to hope. You can swear that just by the time it took you to tell her everything, your balls have become a little heavier and your breasts have grown as well. You feel an urge to check, but your skin has grown terribly sensitive and you really don’t want to get an erection right now.
‘I’m terribly sorry, Sonya’. She looks at you with compassion, then she shouts loudly ‘SEIZE HER!’
The two servants rush in and grab your arms with surprising force. You can hear footsteps outside. More must be coming.
[[Try to flee while you can]]
[[Wait for an explanation]]
You don't want to go into too much detail. You feel ashamed by your actions, thinking that it was somehow your fault. Fidgeting around uncomfortably, you undo your robe, showing her the state that you're in.
She leans in, examining you curiously. Your orange-sized balls are not something to be seen every day. She holds them in hand, weighs them, tests their texture. You wait uneasily for her to finish her examination.
‘And you have absolutely no idea what caused this?’ the elder eyes you suspiciously.
[[Lie and deny everything.]]
[[Confess the truth]]
You have no idea what's going on, but you're not going to wait around to find out! Gathering all of your remaining forces you struggle to free yourself and finally manage to break free and run out of the hut, right before more of the acolytes arrive.
Seeing that no place in the village is safe, you start running towards the forest, trying to lose them. Being fast is extremely difficult in your condition and soon you start feeling the limitations of your body - your breasts have grown massively and your balls keep getting caught between your legs as you run. Still you keep going, hearing the voices of servants chasing you not far behind.
Before you know it you find yourself in front of the cave entrance. You hesitate. Something tells you that they won't follow you inside, but you really want to go in?
[[Surrender to the acolytes.]]
[[Go into the cave.->descend]]
Struck in bewilderment, you wait for the village elder to explain what the hell's going on. When she looks at you, her compassion is locked in a cage of iron resolve.
'I'm terribly sorry, Sonya. But there is no choice. You've been in direct contact with the Dark Oracle. Your seed is corrupted and it will have a devastating effect on anyone it touches. We can't allow something like that in our village. I'm sorry.'
More servants grip you, forcing you to bend forward. Someone lifts your robe, exposing your crotch. The elder comes from behind you and places something cold and metallic around your balls. Before you can react, your dick is folded tightly into the metal contraption. Something is pulled and the whole thing squeezes you painfully, pressing your penis down between your ballsack. There is a final //click// and the contraption locks into place.
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'Throw it into the sea' says the elder, handing the key to one of her servants. Cold horror fills you as the reality of the words sinks into your mind and you start trashing around, but the servant's grip is too strong, the hands too many for you to be able to do anything.
Some time later, the girl returns, reporting that the key has been lost forever. The servants let go and you collapse heavily on the floor, exhausted. The servants help carry you to your house where you [[pass out]].
You decide that anything is better than going back into that cave. After all, it's the creature that did this to you in the first place. You're fairly confident that you can reason with the village elder.
You surrender to her acolytes and they restrain you, dragging you back to her hut.
[[Wait for an explanation]]
The following days are difficult and things are not looking good. You feel constantly frustrated, your giant balls aching to unload but being unable to. You try having sex, but taking it in the ass and not being able to cum only leaves you wanting more.
As time passes the frustration grows deeper and deeper. You crave sex, you need it, but it ultimately only digs your grave deeper. No matter what you do, you can never be satisfied. You try to undo the mechanism that restricts you, but it's enchanted and no ordinary means can break it. You cry and plead the village elder to undo it, but to no avail.
Your transformation gradually slow down, but never revert. Your dick and balls are abnormally large, the constant tightness of the device around them plaguing your days and nights. Your breasts are large and they sometimes lactate, but worst of all even the slightest touch is enough to arouse them, which only further piles on your frustration.
Eventually the being frustrated becomes your every second and every breath. You become completely submissive, giving in to it and having sex all the time without ever reaching an orgasm. Your mind descends into the blissful pain of the eternal frustration and you end up much like your sister, waking up with a dick in your ass and going to bed with one in your mouth.
<img src="http://xfiction.org/Sonya/cage_happy.png" height="700" width="500" align="left">
An year later, you're almost happy. Your mind is in a permanent haze, never able to think straight. Your balls have become completely gigantic from all the cum you could never release and from the eggs growing inside you. Your sister is pregnant again, and your breasts are almost equally large. You've embraced being frustrated completely - it's the only future that awaits you.
ENDING 2/10: FRUSTRATION
Your thoughts suddenly go back to your sister and how this whole thing started. You picture her waddling around the house with her big belly and tits, you think about the times when you see her go out at night and come back with stains on her face.
$S1[//How good must that feel, to be a prisoner of a pregnant body, totally submissive, happily sucking on a dick behind some hut...//]
A part of you is envious of her. The mental image starts to arouse you and your cock raises higher and higher until the tip [[touches the head of the alien appendage.->touch 2]]
Having received your unwilling accord, the slimy thing pushes down, first feeling your entrance, then slowly probing it all the while it’s flowing juices lubricate your cock. When your head is wet enough it slowly inserts its end inside you. The slimy texture reminds you of a snail, the thought strangely arousing as it expands your canal and makes steady progress down your shaft.
Your penis is spread slowly but surely, your tip opening to accommodate inch by inch the thickening slippery tentacle. The deeper the tentacle pushes inside you, the harder your penis becomes, twitching from pleasure and making it even easier for the appendage to continue its way. Soon enough you can’t help but moan, the intense sensation both exciting and frustrating.
Your balls begin to ache, producing painful amounts of semen. You are on the verge of cumming, the sensation becoming unbearable. The slug-like tentacle is almost all the way down.
At last the tiny head reaches your balls. You instantly cum, or rather, you would cum but instead your semen is painfully pushed down again into your balls, a torturous process that makes your head spin. You see a bulge appear somewhere inside the appendage, slowly starting to move towards you. It presses against the tip of your cock, pressure mounting for a short while and then your tip opens, accommodating it inside. You can clearly see the bulge travel down your shaft and finally be deposited in our sack.
As soon as the deed is done you feel a bizzare tingling sensation and something shifting inside you. A group of small tentacles wrap themselves around your dick and your balls, squeezing and twisting in ways you could swear should not be possible. Your flesh is burning intensely and it feels like your insides have been liquified.
Another group of tentacles come slithering between your breasts, covering your torso in a dark slimy orgy. Their contact both cold and hot, their slime chilling and blazing your erect nipples. You feel your breasts growing with each touch, your tied hands unable to rid you of the alien touch.
Your whole body is burning, your mind is going blank, the sensations overloading it completely. [[You slowly descend into madness.-> Next Day 2]]
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The sun burns hot on your skin and you slowly open your eyes, head dizzy. You’re lying naked on the beach, a couple of meters from the water. Your red hair is full with sand. The memories from last night come rushing in and you lift yourself up, examining your body. The first and most obvious change is your crotch - your penis and balls have gone missing! It’s hard to believe, but last night really happened! If it wasn’t for the definitive proof, you’d probably think it was some kind of nightmare. You spread your legs for closer examination, only to discover tight, pink lips covering a smooth vagina. Your fingers run between them and you feel a warm, pleasant sensation.
[[Give in to the feeling]]
[[Explore the rest of your body]]
(set: $S2 to (colour: "#FF66FF"))
You try to understand why you're here, what does the Oracle want with you. You've somehow understood that it wishes to change you, but change you how?
As a direct answer, an image of your sister flashes in your head. You see her submissively taking her husband's cock, accepting to bear another one of his children. You see her tits and belly growing every day while she continues to be fucked regularly. You see her offer her life and her body to him, to do with as he pleases.
Is that how the Oracle wishes you to become? Completely submissive, a vessel for his seed? You feel his silent confirmation. Your heartbeat accelerates. Gruesome as it is, the thought is grotesquely exciting. Now that you know, you can't help thinking about it, picturing yourself full and obedient. Your erection grows, until finally the tip of your penis [[touches the head of the alien appendage.->touch 2]]
You shift your attention to the rest of your body - the changes are more subtle, but they’re definitely there - your skin, usually tough and burned by the heat of the forge, has now grown soft and smooth; your breasts which used to be small and firm have become larger and rounder than before; you’re not quite sure but your hips seem a little wider than before.
$S2[//This is not at all a bad body...//]
When you stand up, you notice you’ve lost a couple of inches in your height as well. All in all, you look a lot less like the hardened blacksmith that people know and a lot more like your sister who has barely worked through her life.
You look around, but your clothes are nowhere to be seen. It seems like you’ll have to [[run home]] like this.
It feels so good that you can't help yourself - your fingers are working on their own, rubbing your slit faster and faster, sinking deeper and deeper into your warm insides. Your juices start flowing, moisturizing your hands and before you know it you have your fingers all the way inside you and you deeply regret not having anything longer or thicker to use.
$S1[//Mmmm, this feels sooo goood...//]
Before things get too much out of control you manage to get a grip and direct your attention to [[the rest of your body->Explore the rest of your body]]
'Well...' you blush, shifting your weight from leg to leg. You have a hard time telling the truth, but it seems the elder is your only hope to somehow fix things. You break down and describe in detail everything that has happened, starting with your dream, how you woke up at the beach, your descent into the cave and your encounter with the Oracle. The elder gravely nods, sometimes asking for details, but mostly letting you carry on with as few interruptions as possible. When you finish your story, you can tell by the look on her face that the matter is serious.
‘There must be something that can be done, right?’
You look at her, not daring to hope. You can swear that just by the time it took you to tell her everything, your balls have become a little heavier and your breasts have grown as well. You feel an urge to check, but your skin has grown terribly sensitive and you really don’t want to get an erection right now.
‘I’m terribly sorry, Sonya’. She looks at you with compassion, then she shouts loudly ‘SEIZE HER!’
The two servants rush in and grab your arms with surprising force. You can hear footsteps outside. More must be coming.
[[Try to flee while you can]]
[[Wait for an explanation]]
'I just woke up like this', you reply with your most innocent voice. 'Thought it would go down during the day, but it only got worse... so, here I am.'
The elder doesn’t seem entirely convinced, but doesn’t press it further. She makes a few more circles around you, then sighs deeply.
‘This doesn’t look ordinary at all. Your body has been modified beyond its natural limits. I suspect magic might be involved. I’ll need to conduct a series of tests. Please undress.’
You reluctantly undo your leather straps and remove your tunic, wondering whether it wouldn’t have been easier to just tell her what really happened. In any case, it’s too late to backtrack now. You stand naked before the elder and she gestures you towards a [[chair]].
You sit on the brim, your giant balls dangling over the edge. She fusses around you, grabbing various jars and trinkets from the shelves around. Once she has amassed a considerable collection of vials with dubious smells and colors she sits next to you, muttering something to herself.
Without warning one of her assistants straps your wrists to the chair.
(colour: "#9933FF")['Hey, what the hell are you doing?!']
'It's for your own protection. And the elders'. We wouldn't want you to go trashing about the place now, do we?'
(colour: "#9933FF")[//I guess it's better if I don't break all of her stuff...//] you think to yourself. OR do you just like being tied down?
You hear clattering and now her hand is around your balls, massaging them with something cold and greasy. You’re way too aware of how sensitive your balls are - every touch of her bony fingers sends shivers through your flesh. Your body tenses and you fight not to get an erection.
She starts squeezing your sack, feeling the little bulges inside, twisting and turning them around in her hands. Unsatisfied with the result, the elder dips her hand in a different jar and the cold is now replaced with burning, accompanied by a foul smell like rotten algae.
‘Hmm… peculiar…’ mumbles the elder ‘there’s definitely something odd about your body. I think there’s something inside you. I’ll have to test for magic in your intestines.’
‘In my…. intestines?’ you ask, incredulous. ‘I thought this was about my balls!’
‘Your balls are a symptom, yes.. but something has gotten inside you, and I think you would have noticed if it went directly in your balls. I’m thinking that you must have eaten something… so I’ll check your intestines’. She pulls out a long apparatus, resembling a curved horn with runes and crystals.
[[Correct her mistake]]
[[Prepare your ass]]
‘Uhm, actually…. that won’t be necessary.’
‘What do you mean, girl?’ the elder raises an eyebrow.
‘It’s in my balls, I’m pretty sure.’
‘What do you mean, you’re pretty sure? You just told me you had no idea what it was!’
You start mumbling an excuse, but the elder grabs you by the balls and squeezes, showing you the reality of your position. You try to get up and free yourself from her grip, but the leather straps keep you tied to the chair. You start asking yourself what the hell you just got yourself into.
The elder squeezes your balls harder and demands an immediate explanation, extracting between sobs and shivers the truth of your recent adventures.Every time you stutter or hesitate her grip tightens, making your giant balls ache and - to your great horror and humiliation - your dick stiff with arousal. By the end of her interrogation you have a red face, a flaming erection and two balls that have seen the worst conceivable treatment.
‘Well, Sonya, you haven’t been very truthful with me, have you?’
‘N-no, mam’
‘And you were ready to expose the whole tribe to your corruption! To breed with those demonic seeds inside you! To sell your friends and your lovers to the dark Oracle! Frankly, your behaviour has been unforgivable! Completely unforgivable!’
She lets go of your balls for a moment and circles in front of you, looking you dead in the eye. She takes some vial out of her pocket and opens it under your nose, the sweet intoxicating perfume filling your nostrils. ‘Goodbye, devil’s whore. We won’t be seeing each other ever again’.
Your head starts spinning faster and faster and [[everything goes dark]].
You clench your teeth. You got yourself into this mess. Now you’re going to take it. The old woman starts lubing you up with another one of her strange mixtures, her finger first circling around your sphincter, then carefully probing in as your hole slowly relaxes. When she deems you’re ready, she slowly but firmly presses the contraption against you. Its rough texture scrapes against your skin even through the layers of grease and the elder is forced to literally empty the vial on top of it, turning your back entry into a slimy mess.
It seems to work though and the sensor sinks further and further inside you, causing your cock to raise higher with every inch shoved. When it’s deep enough, the woman starts a complicated procedure of words and gestures that seems to somehow communicate with the device, causing it to twitch and vibrate at various commands. This goes on for quite some time, becoming a real torture as your cock is ready to burst from your already hyper-sensitive body.
‘That’s strange, it doesn’t detect anything… perhaps we need to go deeper.’
Oh no. Oh god no! you’re thinking frantically, but she’s already pushing it in, stretching your ass and twisting the device at various angles as she continues her pointless search. Suddenly your barriers break and your cock burst a hot, slimy load straight ahead.
You feel so ashamed you’re ready to sink into the ground. The cum lands on one of the crystals, causing it to glow a dim, sickly yellow. The elder interrupts her examination, taking a look at the curious reaction.
‘It seems your seed has been imbued with some magic… though I’ll admit I’m unable to find the cause.’ She ponders for a moment, tinkering with the crystal. ‘It’s a very interesting reaction, one I might be able to put to good use… unfortunately, I can’t have you running around like this. Only the gods know what might happen if you put this inside someone. Girls!’ A few of her acolytes come rushing in. ‘Hold her!’
Held from each side by several girls, you can’t move an inch as the elder comes from behind you and places something cold and metallic around your balls. Before you can react, your dick is folded tightly into the metal contraption. Something is pulled and the whole thing squeezes you painfully, pressing your penis down between your ballsack. There is a final //click// and the contraption locks into place.
The elder looks you in the eyes commandingly: 'From now on, you [[work for me]].'
‘What do you mean?’ you ask bewildered.
‘It’s quite simple’, she replies. Seeing that your cum is imbued with some kind of magic, we might as well use it. From time to time I shall call upon you for a sample.
‘From time… to time?’
‘I’m a busy woman, girl. I’ll call when I need you. Now go home.’ The servants escort you out of the tent.
The following days are difficult and things are not looking good. You feel constantly frustrated, your giant balls aching to unload but being unable to. You try having sex like you used to, but taking it in the ass and not being able to cum only leaves you wanting more.
Eventually the elder calls for you and almost come running to her tent. She removes the contraption and one of her acolytes jacks you off, giving you what feels like the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Having collected your semen in a jar, she cages you again and sends you off. Getting an orgasm feels so good, but your heart sinks at the thought of having to wait again. Unfortunately, you have no choice.
The temporary relief only lasts for a while and soon your frustration starts to build again. As time passes it grows deeper and deeper. You crave sex, you need it, but it ultimately only digs your grave deeper. You think only about having a dick up your ass but ultimately that only increases your need. No matter what you do, you can never be satisfied. You count the days until your next session, your next moment of relief amidst your endless frustrating agony.
After a few months [[a messenger arrives for you]].
It’s early evening and you’ve just finished your work day and are resting at home. There is a knock at your door and you go to find one of the younger acolytes.
‘The elder needs to see you. It’s urgent.’
You wonder whether it’s another one of your sessions, but you doubt it. Something in the whole situation tells you this is going to be an unusual visit. When arrive inside her hut, the elder is sitting on a low wooden table, drinking a transparent yellowish mixture from a red cup. Facing her on the other end is a hooded figure - tall, from what you can tell, and carrying various sacks and bags. From within the black robe you can see a man’s hand lying on the table, muscular and covered in tattoos. You look quizzically at the elder.
‘This is the girl I told you about’ says the old woman to the strange man, ignoring you completely. ‘I suppose you’d like to check for yourself?’ He nodds.
Nonchalantly the elder priest lifts your robe, showing the man your caged cock and your big, swollen balls. He grabs one of them and pulls you over to him to examine it. You whimper and follow obediently. Not that you have much of a choice, he literally has you by the balls.
‘Very interesting…’ His voice is deep and husky. ‘My offer stands’
‘Sonya’ - the village elder turns towards you - ‘I’ve had your samples for a while now, but I’ve been unsuccessful at putting them to much use, despite their apparent properties. Telk’ - she gestures the hooded man - ‘took one from me and has managed to distil them into a powerful base for body modification. He’s unwilling to tell me his secrets though.’
‘Sorry, Maggie’, Telk grunts - ‘some things I can’t share. I’ll pay you for her though. So, girl, what do you say? Come work for me at the Tara tribe and I’ll pay you for every load you shoot. Do we have a deal?’ He slaps your ass.
[[Go with Telk]]
[[Stay in your tribe]]
‘Great choice! I’m sure you’ll love your new job’ Telk winks at you and tosses a purse on the table which falls with with a cling. He wraps a hand around your waist and escorts you out of the tent. He leaves you till morning to pack your stuff and on sunrise both of you [[depart]].
You don’t want to leave with a strange man, so you stay in your village. As the elder is unable to find a good use for your semen, your sessions become less and less frequent, until one day she tells you she doesn’t need you any more. You find yourself permanently caged. You plead the elder to remove the device but she remains adamant. Your seed is way too dangerous to be unlocked. So your new life begins.
Your transformation gradually slow down, but never revert. Your dick and balls are abnormally large, the constant tightness of the device around them plaguing your days and nights. Your breasts are large and they sometimes lactate, but worst of all even the slightest touch is enough to arouse them, which only further piles on your frustration.
Eventually the being frustrated becomes your every second and every breath. You become completely submissive, giving in to it and having sex all the time without ever reaching an orgasm. Your mind descends into the blissful pain of the eternal frustration and you end up much like your sister, waking up with a dick in your ass and going to bed with one in your mouth.
<img src="http://xfiction.org/Sonya/cage_happy.png" height="700" width="500" align="left">
An year later, you're almost happy. Your mind is in a permanent haze, never able to think straight. Your balls have become completely gigantic from all the cum you could never release and from the eggs growing inside. Your sister is pregnant again, and your breasts are almost equally large. You've embraced being frustrated completely - it's the only future that awaits you.
ENDING 2/10: FRUSTRATION
[[END]]
The journey takes several days but at long last you arrive at the Tara tribe. It looks pretty similar to your own, perhaps larger. As you pass through the village people great Telk with deep respect that borders on fear, though they completely ignore you.
Telk’s hut is big and round and has two guards standing in front, which doesn’t surprise you. The interior is similar to the one your elder has, even though Telk has somehow managed to make it even creepier - his collection of straw dolls give makes you uncomfortable and you try not to look at them too much.
‘Sit’ he says coldly. ‘Here is a cup of tea. Get some rest while my men prepare your new home.’
[[Drink the tea]].
Trying to be polite, you force yourself to gulp down the odd mixture and wait at the table. Suddenly, you feel incredibly sleepy. Your head is heavy. Your eyes are closing on their own. You can’t help but fall asleep.
When you wake up, everything is completely dark. You try to get up, but you realize your hands and feet have been chained. The shackles feel cold on your skin. You’re naked. You cry out and your voice echoes around you. The air is damp and stale.
A hand removes your blindfold and suddenly you can see. You’re in a strange room made of stone, the only light coming from torches hanging on the wall. Telk’s face is grinning at you.
‘What have you done to me?!’ you lash out at him.
‘Oh, relax, Sonya. This is your new workplace.’ He gestures around. ‘Don’t you like it? Well, in either case you’ll be staying here, so let’s get to work, shall we?’
He leans down and unlocks the cage around your cock. You’re finally free! Though the word sounds ironic, given the circumstances. But still… it has been so long. You feel so happy to have the restriction removed. Suddenly you feel something moist around your cock and you look down to see a big baloon of animal skin underneath you.
'This will collect your semen', the mage explains. Now, let's get to the [[fun part!]]
Telk spreads some decoction over your ass. While he's at it, he pushes a finger inside your butthole and you instantly cum. It has been so long, just about anything will do you.
'Now there's a good girl! But you know, I'll need much, much more.'
He starts some complex incantation and the room fills with smoke and ashes. When he's finished, you feel something push against your backside. He helps it slide inside your rectum and you feel your member grow stiff again.
'This is a little demon' Telk explains. 'It has the power of keeping you constantly aroused. From now on, it will fuck you 8 hours a day. If you're a good girl, you might get some days off. If you're a //really// good girl, I'll make him bigger.' He sniggers. 'Well, enjoy your stay!'
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You can't believe that you just came and yet you're hard again, but the demon is ravaging your ass and it just feels so good. Your giant balls are weighing you down and tingling, no doubt preparing to shoot a second load. It looks like you've become cattle for the mage. You sigh and relax your ass, taking the cock deeper. You decide you're going to be a //very// good girl.
ENDING 3/10: TELK'S STOCK
[[END]]
You carefully make your way along the shore, the sun warming your naked body. There is a group of fishermen in the distance, so you change your path, going instead through the forest. The mossy soil feels soft and cool under your feet.
Suddenly a hand grabs you by the elbow and turns you around. It’s one of the woodcutters from your village, though you struggle to remember his name.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Well, what have we got here?’] he sniggers. (colour: "#D44512")[‘Who are you, girl?’]
You stare at him, confused. (colour: "#FF66FF")[‘What do you mean, who I am? I’m Sonya, the blacksmith!’] Your voice sounds a lot girlier and more high-pitched than you remember. You suddenly feel small and vulnerable. You try to cover your breasts with your free arm but it’s no use, they’re too big now.
He looks you up and down, turning you around like a doll in his muscular arms. (colour: "#D44512")[‘Don’t lie to me, girl. You’re not Sonya. She’s tall and strong. And besides she has something extra that you be lacking. So lemme ask you again: who are you? You’re not from our village’]
[[Insist that you’re Sonya]]
(colour: "#FF66FF")[‘I told you, you thick idiot, I’m Sonya!’] You struggle to free yourself from his grip, only to realise that your body is not as strong as you remember. The woodcutter pushes you to the nearest tree and forces your arms around it, tying your wrists on the other side.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘I hate lying little whores!’] he exclaims angrily, grabbing a nearby stick. He swings it at you and you feel a stinging strike on your ass. He carries on whipping you, each strike leaving a burning red line on your white skin. Despite yourself you start feeling aroused, the lack of control exciting you, your big, sensitive breasts rubbing against the tree bark. The burning from his strikes spreads across your body.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Are you sorry that you lied?’]
[[Say nothing]]
[[Apologise for lying]]
[[Apologise and say you deserve more punishment]]
Not long later you hear footsteps behind you, though you’re unable to turn around and see who it is. A voice speaks: (colour: "#D44512")[‘That’s the one, lads. Found her sneaking naked around, pretending to be one of your own.’]
(colour: "#D44512")[‘A pretty one you’ve got here, Dam’]. You remember his name - Damien, he had worked briefly for the master blacksmith, but that was when you were still little. He must be over 40 years old now, one of the senior cutters.
One of the other men approaches you from behind, his hands inspecting your body. ‘And quite the beating you’ve given her. How did she take it?’
(colour: "#D44512")[‘I think she liked it. See for yourself!’] The newcomer's hands spread your ass, his fingers rubbing your wet slit.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘By the gods, the slut’s soaking wet! She probably came here just for this, heh.’] His rough fingers rub and stretch you, teasing your sensitive body. He suddenly shoves one inside you, making you moan. Before you know it his cock is between your legs and you feel your body craving it, the emptiness longing to be filled.He doesn’t wait for your permission and shoves it deep inside you, your juices running down his shaft. His powerful thrusts push you against the tree, scraping your skin, but you don’t really mind. When his rhythm accelerates, you realise you have to do something.
[[Prepare for his seed]]
[[Ask him not to cum inside you]]
(colour: "#FF66FF")[‘I’m sorry for lying!’] you cry out. (colour: "#FF66FF")[‘I came from a nearby village, got lost in the woods’]
(colour: "#D44512")[‘And that’s why you’re walking naked around? You lie again, you little slut!’] He continues whipping you and your excited moans can’t even convince yourself that you’re not enjoying this on some level. You have no idea what’s going on, but you’ve never felt that excited in your life. You feel ashamed for liking something like this, but somehow that feeling of shame only adds to your arousal.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Oh, you’re going to get it, just [[you wait->Wait]]!’]
Your mind is getting cloudy, waves of arousal washing over you and preventing you from thinking straight. You fall down on your knees, your hands sliding around the trunk of the tree. You raise your ass towards him, spreading your legs a little so that he can see your wet pussy.
(colour: "#FF66FF")[‘I’m terribly sorry that I lied! Please punish me some more so that I way earn your forgiveness!’]
You can’t believe you just said that, but damn, it felt so good. You prepare yourself and sure enough he starts whipping you again, every hit bringing pain and pleasure that you’ve never felt before.
Suddenly the whipping stops. You turn around and you see the woodcutter kneeling behind you, his pants down, a giant cock perching erect towards your defenceless pussy. When you feel his tip at your wet slit your body acts on its own, thrusting backwards, your tied hands stretching as you try to get as far back as possible. The woodsman starts fucking you, every stroke making your enlarged breasts bounce back and forth underneath you. You can feel your new bubble jiggle as well, every part of your hyper-girlish body showering you with new sensations. As you feel his body tense and draw closer to an orgasm, you muster your last willpower to speak:
(colour: "#FF66FF")[‘I… need to tell you something! I’ve been cursed! If you cum inside me you’ll get me pregnant!’] Your aroused voice sounds more like a dumb bimbo than the tough woman you remember yourself to be.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Oh? So, what are you asking me?’] he muses.
[[Beg him not to cum inside you]]
[[Ask him to get you pregnant]]
Just as his body tenses you squat and lower yourself on his hardened cock, accepting his seed deep into your new womb. A powerful orgasm flares inside you and you rock up and down, milking every last drop with your hungry pussy.
The woodcutter laughs at your slutty reaction and steps aside, giving the turn to his colleague. It only takes a few seconds for them to change, but you already feel the terrible lack of dick inside you. You try to compose yourself but it’s no use - as soon as you feel him at your entrance you push back hungrily, welcoming him in your wet entrance.
When all of the woodcutters have taken a turn, Damien comes to untie your wrists.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Well, my lying little slut, I’ve a feeling you got what you came for. Run along now.. and you know where to find us. Heh.’]
(set: $preg=1)
[[Return home]]
(colour: "#FF66FF")[‘Please don’t cum inside me, I’ll get pregnant! Please I’ll do whatever you want!’] Your voice sounds weak and unconvincing, but you force your last willpower into it to make it sound more resolute.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Oh, anything?’] the woodcutter smirks behind you. (colour: "#D44512")[‘Fine. You could have just said you wanted it in the ass, slut.’]
He pulls out of your pussy and you feel his stiff member probing against your round little butt. He sticks it in effortlessly, the years of anal sex you’ve had so far showing clearly. He whistles with amazement.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘She wasn’t kidding, lads! She has the most willing ass I’ve ever seen. This little whore must be a real anal queen back where she’s from!’]
He’s barely had to time for a few strokes when he tenses up and unloads in your butt, his balls pressed tightly against your cheeks. Then he steps away, slapping your ass, leaving his place for the next one in line.
While the woodcutters take turns pounding your ass you start feeling strange, the usual satisfaction that you get from sex is instead replaced with a deep frustration. You realize that you regret your decision - your pussy feels empty and every time you get a shot up your ass you find yourself wishing it was in your womb instead.
When all of the woodcutters have taken a turn, Damien comes to untie your wrists.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Well, my lying little slut, I’ve a feeling you got what you came for. Run along now.. and you know where to find us. Heh.’]
[[Return home]]
You press your lips defiantly, refusing to admit to a crime you didn’t commit.He continues whipping you and your excited moans can’t even convince yourself that you’re not enjoying this on some level. You have no idea what’s going on, but you’ve never felt like that in your life. You feel ashamed for liking something like this, but somehow that feeling of shame only adds to your arousal. He hits you a few more times and then strolls off into the forest without an explanation. You’re left tied to the tree, naked, your ass red and burning from all the whipping.
[[Wait]]
You finally have your hut in sight, thanking the gods that it’s in the outskirts of the village. The sun is high in the sky and most of the folks are away at work anyways, but you’re still glad to avoid further encounters - your naked body clearly shows the signs of your recent adventures in the woods.
You close the door behind you and breathe a sigh of relief. The familiar room looks almost surreal after the events of the last 24 hours. You make a few steps and almost bump into your sister. She looks you up and down, confused.
‘Who the hell are you?’
(colour: "#FF66FF")[‘It’s me, Sonya, you s..’] for some reason the words get stuck in your mouth and you find it hard to treat your sister the way you used to. (colour: "#FF66FF")[//After what happened… who am I to call Yala a slut?//], you think to yourself.
(colour: "#FF99CC")[‘You don’t look like my sister’], she points out. It feels weird to be in an argument with her being on the rational side. You sigh, feeling helpless.
(colour: "#FF66FF")[‘Look, I was transformed and then some things happened… but I’m your sister! I can prove it, ask me anything!’]
(colour: "#FF99CC")[‘Fine, fine.’] She shrugs. (colour: "#FF99CC")[‘I believe you. You’ll need some of my clothes, I suppose?’]
[[Take some of her clothes]]
[[Wear your regular clothes]]
<img src="http://xfiction.org/Sonya/BaseS.jpg" height="700" width="500" align="left">
You are Sonya, an apprentice blacksmith living in a small tribal village near the coast. Tall and muscular, with red hair and green eyes, your white skin is hardened by the heat of the forge. You usually wear a long robe and an overhead leather apron which protects you from the hot metal and the grease.
[[Return->Intro1]]
(colour: "#FF66FF")[‘Please... don’t cum inside me. I'm sure you can find.. alternatives’]
The woodcutter smirks behind you. (colour: "#D44512")[‘Fine. You could have just said you wanted it in the ass, slut.’]
He pulls out of your pussy and you feel his stiff member probing against your round little butt. He sticks it in effortlessly, the years of anal sex you’ve had so far showing clearly. He whistles with amazement.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Wow, you have the most willing ass I’ve ever seen. You must be a real anal queen back wherever you come from!’]
His giant cock stretches your butthole, making you moan with a surprisingly slutty voice. You feel a deep need in your pussy, making you half-regret your decision, but somehow you manage to control yourself. Finally he tenses up and shoots a load up your round ass, making you feel both happy and frustrated. After he's done, he unties your wrists.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Well, my lying little slut, I’ve a feeling you got what you came for. Run along now.. and you know where to find me. Heh.’]
[[Return home]]
You are about to start begging him not to cum inside you, but the words get stuck in your mouth. You can get pregnant. Right here. Right now. Slowly and rhythmically you start rocking back and forth, your hungry pussy tightening around his hard cock, your big breasts swinging underneath you. The woodcutter groans and starts cumming and you press back as hard as you can, milking him for every last drop.
(colour: "#D44512")[‘Well, my lying little slut, I’ve a feeling you got what you came for. Run along now.. and you know where to find me. Heh.’]
He unties your wrists and slaps you on the ass. Your head is dizzy, your belly - warm. You're pretty sure that you're pregnant now.
(set: $preg=1)
[[Return home]]
Yala tosses some of her outfits on the bed and you examine them suspiciously. There is an outfit which resembles her usual style, a short skirt and a skimpy top which is just a glorified version of a bra, doing little to hide her large breasts. Alternatively there is a long grey robe in which your sister sleeps when the nights are cold. You’ll look ridiculous in it, but at least it’ll cover your body.
[[Go with the skimpy outfit]]
[[Take the grey robe]]
You try to put on some of your regular clothes, but the result is rather comical - they’re too long and way too tight - there’s no way in hell your big jiggly breasts would fit in your former clothes. You sigh and ask Yala to borrow [[some of her clothes->Take some of her clothes]].
<img src="http://xfiction.org/Sonya/outfit.png" height="700" width="500" align="left">
There’s no way in hell you’ll go around wearing an old pyjama! Reluctantly you get yourself into the short skirt and bra. You hate to admit to yourself but it feels exciting and it really shows what you’ve got. Looking at yourself, you’re stunned to notice how much you resemble your sister - the only difference is her big, pregnant belly and slightly larger, lactating breasts. In fact, you look just like her before she got pregnant.
The thought is both horrifying and arousing. It dawns on you that you could - if you wanted to - become exactly like your sister.You used to loathe her for her choices, but now you picture yourself in her position, a living fuckdoll that exists only to breed, and you feel your pussy grow wet at the idea. Trying to hide your arousal, you decide to [[go out]].
(set: $robe=1)
You decide to go with the grey robe, covering your lewd new body. You’re surprised at the slight disappointment in your own choice - the other outfit would have really showed off what you have. You try to tell yourself that you’re better than your sister, but thinking back on your encounter in the woods you start to question whether that’s really true.
In any case, now that you’re dressed, you can finally [[go out]].
(set: $robe=2)
(if: $robe is 1)[The walk around the village feels very different with your new body - you see heads turning, eyes fixated on you, your every step observed and judged. Most of the men look at you like hungry wolves, their desire to breed you just plain on their faces. You feel your nipples perch and your body grow hot, but you continue walking. Some of the women pointedly ignore you, others give you poisonous looks.]
(if: $robe is 2)[The walk around the village feels very different with your new body - you see heads turning, eyes fixated on you, your every step observed and judged. You look slightly comical in your sister’s old pyjamas, but even so the forms of your large breasts are visible under the tissue. Some of the men look at you like hungry wolves, their desire to breed you just plain on their faces.You feel your nipples perch and your body grow hot, but you continue walking. The women mostly ignore you, your foreign presence meaning nothing to them.]
$S2[//‘No wonder Yala always preferred the company of men..’//] You were always one to keep your nose out of other people’s business, but now you start seeing your sister in a new light. Most of the women must either hate her or be jealous of her.
You pass by the village center, where a few dozen commonchildren are playing. The caretakers, a group of middle-aged and elderly women, watch over them from a distance, gossiping and knitting. Looking at the little ones, you wonder how many are from Yala. Four… maybe five? It’s hard to keep track of them all. She first got pregnant when she was 16, and has had almost one a year since.
Not too far from the children there are a handful of young women, even girls, sitting on the ground and sewing. A tribal custom - a way to show that they’re willing to become mothers and contribute to the tribe’s next offspring. Some of them look at you quizzically.
[[Join the future mothers.]]
(set: $L to (colour: "#00CC66"))
When you wake up, everything is completely dark. You’re contrived in an awkward position on all fours, your ass lifted up in the air. You try to get up, but you realize your hands and feet have been chained to the contraption beneath you. The shackles feel cold on your skin. You’re naked. You cry out and your voice echoes around you. The air is damp and stale.
A hand removes your blindfold and suddenly you can see. You’re in a strange stone room, the only light coming from torches hanging on the wall. A man’s face is grinning at you.
‘What have you done to me?!’ you lash out at him.
‘Oh, relax, Sonya. This is your new home.’ He gestures around. ‘Don’t you like it? Well, in either case you’ll be staying here, so let’s get to work, shall we?’
He starts working on something out of your vision, all the while cheerfully explaining your situation: ‘You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Sonya. You almost corrupted your village, do you know that? Anyhow now that you’re here, they’re all safe again, so no need to worry about them, really.’
‘Anyways, seeing that you couldn’t stay, your elder sent you to me, for safekeeping. Your sperm has magical properties and we’re going to sell it for a tidy profit. We’re going to be rich, you and I! Well, mostly I am. You’ll be getting milked for every drop that you’re worth.’ the man winks at you.
‘Speaking of which, I have devised a pill that will greatly enhance the effects of the demon, allowing you to produce much more sperm! Now be a good girl and take it, will you?’
He extends his palm to your mouth, a big black pill shining in the center of it.
[[Accept the pill]]
[[Refuse]]
You look at his hand, then up to his smiling face. Your body is entirely chained and you can’t move an inch, but he lifts his palm and you feed from it, much like a farm animal. The pill is hard and bitter and you swallow it whole, feeling it travel all the way down to your stomach.
‘Maybe this is for the best…’ an aroused voice speaks in your head. Minutes pass and then your body begins to change again - your giant balls start swelling even further, the eggs inside them moving excitedly, until they reach truly abnormal proportions. You can’t look down to see exactly how big they are, but they feel like coconuts hanging from your crotch. At the same time your breasts expand further and your butt becomes even bigger and rounder, giving you the figure of an ancient fertility deity. When the changes settle down, you feel your whole body screaming, craving sex, your mind unable to think of anything else.
The man places a bucket underneath you. 'This will collect your semen', he explains. Now, let's get to the fun part! The mysterious figure spreads some decoction over your ass. While he's at it, he pushes a finger inside your butthole and you instantly cum. You’re so aroused, just about anything will do you.
'Now there's a good girl! But you know, I'll need much, much more.'
He starts some complex incantation and the room fills with smoke and ashes. When he's finished, you feel something push against your backside. He helps it slide inside your rectum and you feel your member immediately grow stiff again.
'This is a little demon' Telk explains. 'It has the power of keeping you constantly aroused. From now on, it will fuck you 8 hours a day. If you're a good girl, you might get some days off. If you're a //really// good girl, I'll make him bigger.' He sniggers. 'Well, enjoy your stay!'
<img src="http://xfiction.org/Sonya/4.jpg" height="500" width="700" align="left">
You can't believe that you just came and yet you're hard again, but the demonic cock is ravaging your ass and it just feels so good. Your giant balls are weighing you down and tingling, no doubt preparing to shoot a second load. Your breasts are full and lactating. It looks like you've become cattle for your new master. You smile and relax your ass, taking the cock deeper. You already know that you're going to be a //very// good girl.
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[[END]]
‘Oh well’, the man shrugs. ‘I gave you the opportunity to be a good girl. And you know what happens to bad girls’. He circles around you, placing the pill at your defenceless butthole. ‘Oh, and one more thing - the effects of an anal absorption will make it completely irreversible, so I hope you’re enjoying your current position.’ He laughs. The pressure at your asshole increases until your o-ring stretches and the pill slips inside you, creating an intense burning sensation.
‘Maybe this is for the best…’ an aroused voice speaks in your head. Minutes pass and then your body begins to change again - your giant balls start swelling even further, the eggs inside them moving excitedly, until they reach truly abnormal proportions. You can’t look down to see exactly how big they are, but they feel like coconuts hanging from your crotch. At the same time your breasts expand further and your butt becomes even bigger and rounder, giving you the figure of an ancient fertility deity. When the changes settle down, you feel your whole body screaming, craving sex, your mind unable to think of anything else.
The man places a bucket underneath you. 'This will collect your semen', he explains. Now, let's get to the fun part! The mysterious figure spreads some decoction over your ass. While he's at it, he pushes a finger inside your butthole and you instantly cum. You’re so aroused, just about anything will do you.
'Now there's a good girl! But you know, I'll need much, much more.'
He starts some complex incantation and the room fills with smoke and ashes. When he's finished, you feel something push against your backside. He helps it slide inside your rectum and you feel your member immediately grow stiff again.
'This is a little demon' Telk explains. 'It has the power of keeping you constantly aroused. From now on, it will fuck you 8 hours a day. If you're a good girl, you might get some days off. If you're a //really// good girl, I'll make him bigger.' He sniggers. 'Well, enjoy your stay!'
<img src="http://xfiction.org/Sonya/4.jpg" height="500" width="700" align="left">
You can't believe that you just came and yet you're hard again, but the demonic cock is ravaging your ass and it just feels so good. Your giant balls are weighing you down and tingling, no doubt preparing to shoot a second load. Your breasts are full and lactating. It looks like you've become cattle for your new master. You smile and relax your ass, taking the cock deeper. You already know that you're going to be a //very// good girl.
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[[END]]
You join the circle and sit by a young girl with a blue robe. $L[‘Hello! I’m Lisa. Nice to meet you! I haven’t seen you before. You must be new here. Will you be joining our tribe? Did you come alone? Do you have any sisters? Do you like sewing?’]
You stare at her, dazzled by the bombardment of questions. Before you open your mouth to speak, she continues: $L[(if: $robe is 1)[‘You didn't have to try this hard, you know. ](if: $robe is 2)[Don't worry about your robe, you know.]You’re very pretty. Someone will take you. Before you know it, you’ll be one of the mothers! I’m going to be a mother too, I know it! Come, sit! No need to hurry. Let the men look at you. That’s right, just like that. Now start sewing. The rest will take care of itself!’]
You take Lisa’s advice and sit beside her, carefully taking a needle. You’ve never been part of the circle of willing mothers before and you feel pretty excited to try it. Lisa is absolutely correct - you don’t have to do anything and the men come looking, their eyes devouring your lewd body which is further spotlighted by the revealing outfit.
As the day progresses you absent-mindedly sew a few ornaments on a piece of cloth and listen to Lisa’ endless stream of words. More and more men start passing around, looking you with lust and curiosity. You feel an increasing warmth in your body, a wetness growing between your legs accompanied by a pleasurable haze in your mind. You’re snapped out of it when [[your sister arrives]].
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Yala’s appearance is apparently an expected event - the other women immediately make a spot for her, although you can see that many of them don’t like her. The jealousy in their eyes is thick as more and more of the attention shifts towards her. You hear whispers - some say she has no right to be in the spotlight: “she’s already pregnant!”, “this is not for her!” But many others try to get on her good side, fetching her food and catering to her like a flock of servants.
Still, you can tell that even they are jealous of her - they all try to stick as close as possible, hoping that while looking at Yala the men will notice them too.
$S2[//‘She’s probably fucking half the tribe…but why should that be a bad thing?’//]
[[Hours pass]]
You somehow manage to resist the Oracle’s call and stay with your sister, hoping that it will pay off. As evening turns into night only a handful of girls remain in the former circle, nearly all part of Yala’s entourage. After a while they suddenly get up and leave, heading off towards the forest. Yala turns around and waves an invitation and you hurry to join them.
[[Go with them]]
$S2[‘Yala, I need to show you something… it’s important.’]
She looks at you, confused, but gets up and follows you. The two of you head out of the village and into the forest.
$Y[‘Sonya, where are we going?’] she asks sheepishly.
$S2[‘You’ll see soon, don’t worry. Yala, after you have this child, you plan to get pregnant again, don’t you?’]
She thinks about it for a moment, the question having never really occurred to her. $Y[‘Yeah, I guess. Whatever happens, happens.’]
$S2[‘Yes, but you like it, don’t you?’]
Another pause. $Y[‘It feels good.’]
$S2[‘You’re going to feel really good Yala, you’ll see.’] You walk through the forest hand in hand and before long you reach the [[entrance to the cave.]]
You push her hand away, storming away. Your body is aching for attention and you know exactly where you have to go to get it. Soon the lights of the torches are remain behind and you sink into the darkness of the forest. The familiar paths are easy to find and you advance quickly. With each step you feel your pussy getting wetter and you barely resist the urge to stop and start fingering yourself.
The pink clouds in your brain are temporarily dispersed when you cross a small trail. It’s used frequently by the woodcutters and it leads from the shore to their huts farther up the forest. You remember Damien… he did offer for you to come and find him again. Perhaps now’s the moment?
[[Continue to the shore]]
[[Go to the woodcutter]]
The descend is difficult for your pregnant sister, but you help her step over the big rocks and the two of you make your way further and further down. Everything seems so simple and straightforward now. Your sis seems to get it too - she no longer asks stupid questions and is even eager to accompany you to the bottom. At long last there is no conflict between you! You squeeze her hand and lead her on.
The two of you emerge into the final chamber, a strange luminescence emanating from the floor. In the far corner you see a gigantic dark figure, a mass of wriggling shadows and slithering appendages. You hear the Oracle speak in your head:
$O[Come forward…]
[[Obey]]
While you cross the room you see various tentacles hanging around you like a morbid museum of his instruments of pain and pleasure:there are thin, agile ones which can wrap around you and restrict your body; there are thick ovipositors bloated with eggs and juices ready to fill you; there are strange, bulbous forms containing aphrodisiacs and other substances capable of transforming your bodies and minds; and looming above all is the Dark Oracle, the one who has summoned you here.
As you walk past each of his instruments your body tingles with arousal, anticipating everything that he’s going to do to you. You feel your pussy grow hot and wet, your unhindered juices running down your thighs as you walk. Yala seems to feel the same way, her erect nipples perching under her skimpy bra and her ass swaying like a cat in heat.
When you’re just a few steps away from the boiling mass of appendages, He gestures you to stop.The two of you stand waiting, staring mouth open, your bodies screaming to give in.
$O[One of you will become mother to my Son of Darkness]
Silence hangs heavy in the air. You need to respond to the unspoken question.
[[Volunteer to become the mother]]
[[Offer your sister to the Oracle]]
You step forward. There is no turning back. $S2[‘Please make me a mother!’], you declare to the Oracle.
The tentacles wrap themselves around you lovingly, tenderly, their slimy bodies promising you an eternity of forbidden pleasures. They roll around your waist, under your breasts, around your arms and legs, taking control of your joints like strings on a puppet. Your body is carefully lifted in the air, the gigantic dark mass of the Oracle looming ever closer. You feel his gaze somewhere from within, a dark penetrating stare emanating pure carnal desire. You spread your legs for your master, showing him your dripping sex.
A giant member emerges from the boiling mass of tentacles, it’s long phallic shape already rigid and pointing towards you. Yala approaches it like a moth drawn to the light, kissing its glistening skin and licking its juices. Then she helps aim the tip towards your crotch, inserting it into your wet slit where it slides up inside you. Soon you feel the tip press against your cervix and the tentacles start lowering you, allowing your own weight to impale you on the [[monstruous cock]] while it stretches your inner walls.
You push Yala towards the Oracle. ‘She is perfect for the task, master. She lives to have sex and to be bred.’
A group of long, thin tentacles descend from above, enveloping Yala. They wrap themselves around her body, a some of them going around her waist, others under her breasts, many wrapping around her arms and legs until the slimy pack collectively pulls her up into the air suspending her body a few feet above the ground, like a puppet on strings. She starts moaning even before they spread her legs, exposing her wet sex to the Oracle.
A thick tentacle emerges from beneath, it’s hard end pointing towards her crotch. It raises higher and higher until it reaches the folds of her sex. You see her body shiver under its rough, cold touch. You take it and guide it between her lips, seeing it climb upwards, its convulsions forcing loud moans from the mother-to-be. Soon enough it’s all the way inside her, its thick body stretching her inner walls, the slime turning her pussy into a sloppy mess. The pressure increases more and more and you see a distinct motion followed by a lusty cry as the head of the phallus slips inside Yala’s womb, sending her into a powerful orgasm and uncontrollable shivers.
$S2[‘Dear slutty sister, this is what you’ve always wanted…’] you whisper tenderly to her, caressing her body as the tentacle starts pumping juices inside her, stretching her pregnant belly even further, the excess liquid overflowing and dripping down from her pussy.
$S2[‘Your son will be the King of Darkness, Yala! Can you imagine?’] Her breathing accelerates and all she manages in reply is a series of lewd moans, any faculty for speech long gone. $S2[‘Here, dear sister, let me help you.’] You take one of the thick ovipositors hanging from the ceiling and push its hard end against her backside. She shudders and you see her body pushing towards it lustily. You press harder and her sphincter opens, accepting the ovipositor with little resistance. Soon you see the eggs descend down, bulging under the slimy surface and disappearing into her rectum.
Another tentacle comes down in front of your sister’s face, it’s phallic end hovering right next to her lips. She takes it in and starts sucking hungrily, her mind dissolving into carnal desire. You know that her fate is sealed.
$O[‘A debt is paid’]
(set: $new=1)
The Oracle gave you a new body and you brought him a new wife. Now you’re free to go and live <u>[[your new life]]</u> … or <u>[[would you rather stay?]]</u>
Arriving at work, you spend the long afternoon hours hammering a set of spears and shovels. The master blacksmith congratulates your improving skills and gives you a few new techniques to work on. You can't get rid of the feeling that something is odd, but you can't quite put your finger on it. When the sun sets you wipe your sweat with a napking and [[go home to sleep.]]
You lie exhausted in bed, your muscles recovering from the day's work. Next to you Yala unceremoniously puts on a thin, transparent top that does little to conceal her large breasts and belly and she leaves in a hurry, slamming the door behind her
$S1[//Well, at least I'll get some peace and quiet tonight..//]
Barely a few minutes pass when you hear noises not far from your hut. They seem to be walking around it and as they get closer you recognize your sister's voice, and another one, male. You can't quite make out what they're saying, but soon their conversations is accompagnied with increasingly loud moans.
As you lie in bed, an unwilling witness to your sister getting fucked outside, you get another raging erection. Your mind can't escape the image of Yala lowering her pregnant belly lowering on top of a hard dick, her womb filling with the seeed of every one of her lovers.
[[Relieve your boner]]
[[Try to ignore them and sleep]]
Unable to stop your urges, you start stroking your cock to the rhytm of Yala's moans. Your tired, sleepy mind is unihibited by your usual moral judgement and soon enough you start fantasizing that you're in her place.
$S1[Instead of your small tight breasts you have big, round, voluptuous breasts, soft and sensitive; instead of your strong, muscular body you have a small, vulnerable figure, one that is easy to subdue...]
Your arousal reaches its peak and your cock explodes, bursting a giant load that you awkwardly bary in the dusty ground. Soon after the naughty couple finishes too and you're finally able to [[drift off to sleep.->Dream]]
(set: $mas to "yes")
A terrible frustration builds inside you, but you try to fight it, too ashamed to masturbate to your own sister. Eventually they finish and the night grows quiet, allowing you to [[drift off to sleep.->Dream]]
(set: $mas to "no")
You brush off the idea. Whatever Damien has to offer, no mortal man could ever compare to the Oracle. You bite your lip, forbidden thoughts running through your mind.
The rest of the way is a purple haze, your mind too busy thinking about what will happen next to really pay attention where you’re going. Before you know it you’re at the entrance of the cave and the familiar green luminescence is showing you the way down. You hurriedly proceed, making your way to the [[final chamber.]]
In the far corner you see a gigantic dark figure, a mass of wriggling shadows and slithering appendages. You hear the Oracle speak in your head:
$O[‘Come forward…’]
While you cross the room you see various tentacles hanging around you like a morbid museum of his instruments of pain and pleasure:there are thin, agile ones which can wrap around you and restrict your body; there are thick ovipositors bloated with eggs and juices ready to fill you; there are strange, bulbous forms containing aphrodisiacs and other substances capable of transforming your bodies and minds; and looming above all is the Dark Oracle, the one who has summoned you here.
As you walk past each of his instruments your body tingles with arousal, anticipating everything that he’s [[going to do to you.]]
The tentacles wrap themselves around you lovingly, tenderly, their slimy bodies promising you an eternity of forbidden pleasures. They roll around your waist, under your breasts, around your arms and legs, taking control of your joints like strings on a puppet. Your body is carefully lifted in the air, the gigantic dark mass of the Oracle looming ever closer. You feel his gaze somewhere from within, a dark penetrating stare emanating pure carnal desire. You spread your legs for your master, showing him your dripping sex.
A thick ovipositor emerges underneath you, it’s hard end pointing towards you. It raises higher and higher until it reaches the folds of your sex, its rough, cold touch sending shivers through your body. It burrows between your lips and starts climbing upwards, its convulsions forcing loud moans from your feverish body. Soon enough it’s all the way inside you, its thick body stretching your inner walls, the slime turning your pussy into a sloppy mess. The pressure increases more and more and then with a soft “pop” the head slips into your womb.
A powerful orgasm ravages your body, making you burst with uncontrollable shivers which only add to your excitement. When they subside, you feel the ovipositor preparing for action, the numerous bulbs inside it climbing upwards towards your pussy. The first ones slip inside you and you can feel them travel up inside the ovipositor, their round shapes pressing against your inner walls.
Your breathing accelerates. Only one thing exists for you - the inevitable moment when the eggs will fill your womb. It’s coming. It’s very close. You can feel them pressing against it.
$O[‘Not yet’]
Another tentacle comes down in front of your face, it’s phallic end hovering right next to your mouth.
[[Start sucking]]
You wrap your pouty lips around it and move your head forward, sucking it’s long end. It feels both sweet and salty, giving off a strong scent of musk. The moment your mouth retracts back to the tip, an egg pushes up and slips into your womb. The fire in your body roars and flares.
You prepare for the second egg, but it doesn’t come. Instead the phallic tentacle presses against your lips again. The message is clear enough.
You resume sucking, each movement ending with a new egg pushed inside you. As your head bobs back-and-forth your belly grows, your womb slowly expanding to accommodate the new arrivals.
Another ovipositor comes up, pressing against your backside. Your butt hungrily accepts it and soon your efforts are rewarded with two eggs at a time. Your womb and tummy grow, eggs injecting inside you and filling every space of your body. As the process continues you feel your breasts start expanding too, becoming two massive hyper-sensitive nodes of arousal that rest comfortably on your ever-growing belly.
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After a time your body reaches the size of your sister’s pregnant belly and each new egg pushes the others to find a place inside you. You feel the Oracle’s curious look, wondering at what point you’d stop sucking, but you have no plans of giving up! Each new egg stretches you beyond human limits, shaping and molding your body into something new, something better, something perfect. You are the Oracle’s Wife now. You’re going to take them all.
ENDING 10/10 ORACLE'S ONLY WHORE
[[END]]
You emerge from the cave, contemplating the moon trail on the surface of the ocean. It seems that you're free from the Oracle. You can do whatever you want. Where will you go?
[[Go to the woodcutter]]
//(More to come in next updated)//
You’ve been released from the spell of the Oracle, but this doesn’t stop you from wanting pleasure. And here you’ll receive pleasure no mortal woman could ever dream of. You lick your lips, watching your moaning sister get filled with eggs. Why should she get all the fun?
The Oracle erects a phallic tentacle not far in front of your sister and you walk towards it, your wet pussy screaming. You kneel down in front of your sister, sliding the erect phallus inside you, watching her carefully, knowing this is what’s to become of you.
The ovipositor doesn’t keep you waiting either and you hold your buttcheeks open as it slithers into your ass, stretching your o-ring and wriggling deep inside of you. Soon enough the eggs start pumping and you can see your belly start growing, at first bulging a little, then more and more, larger and larger, until you become a spitting mirror of your sister. You’re way too big and too full to get up again and the eggs stop coming.
The Oracle sends a bulbous tentacle hanging in front of you, its sweet smell seducing your senses. You wrap your pouty lips around it and move your head forward, sucking it’s long end. It feels both sweet and salty, giving off a strong scent of musk. The moment your mouth retracts back to the tip, an egg pushes up and slips into your womb. You cum hard, your entire body shivering. The tentacle in your pussy turned out to be an ovipositor as well!
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You resume sucking, each movement ending with a new egg pushed inside you. As your head bobs back-and-forth your belly grows, your womb slowly expanding to accommodate the new arrivals. Eggs resume pushing into your ass as well, your fervorous sucking generously rewarded by the Oracle. As your mind drifts into lust, you vaguely wonder how many you’ll be able to force inside you.
ENDING 8/10: ORACLE'S LITTLE SLUT
[[END]]
$S2[‘Let me help you sis’]
You take her hand and lead her to the tentacles, one of which positions itself erect from the ground. You help her squat on top of it, her engorged pussy opening hungrily before she collapses down, taking it deep inside her. She starts moaning happily, her hips moving up and down as she rocks on the black phallus. You gently push her forward, exposing her backside, and you take one of the ovipositors and press it against her rectum. She screams with joy as it stretches her open and slips inside her, the eggs already lining up, ready to be pushed in her bowels.
Another phallus comes bursting erect right in front of your sister and you accept the invitation, sliding your wet pussy on top of it. The ovipositor doesn’t keep you waiting either and you hold your buttcheeks open as it slithers into your ass.
Now you’re sitting face to face, two pregnant sisters with giant bellies, rocking on top of the black phalluses. Soon enough the eggs start pumping and you can see Yala’s belly grow even larger, a spitting mirror of your own. Before long you’re both too big and too full to get up again and the eggs stop coming.
<img src="http://xfiction.org/Sonya/sisters_eggs.png" height="750" width="730" align="left">
Both of you cry out in frustration. The Oracle sends two bulbous tentacles hanging in front of you, their sweet smell seducing your senses. You take them in your mouths and start sucking, only to discover that each back-and-forth motion earns you an extra egg. From there on it’s a full on race, both of you keeping the eggs coming, stretching you beyond your human limits. Which one of you will hold more?
ENDING 7/10 ORACLE'S WIFE
[[END]]
You kneel before the low fence, imitating the other girls. The fire illuminates their faces and blinds you to the world outside, which in contrast seems pitch black. You feel your excitement rise. Something's about to happen, you can feel it. Your heartbeat is echoing through your body, your sweat gives your body a soft gleam.
$Y[‘Be fertile, my sisters!’], shouts Yala on the other end of the circle. Then she leans forward, pushing back her ass and lifting her skirt. The other girls follow in turn. Some slide down their underwear, but most are apparently wearing nothing, just like Yala. Just like you.
You see dark silhouettes line up behind the girls and soon the first moans echo through the air, the collective voices of the girls merging into a single unified cry of lust. Moments after, you feel a [[presence behind you.]]
(if: $robe is 1)[Your short skirt does little to defend your mound](if: $robe is 2)[Your grey robe is suddenly lifted up] and you feel the stranger’s fingers run across your wet slit. You moan softly. He continues to play with your sex, rubbing your hot clit back-and-forth and you give in to the pleasure, arching your back and letting your big breasts rest comfortably on the fence.
(set: $id to "0")
After a few minutes of pleasurable torment you feel his hard dick squeeze between your butt cheeks, teasing you a few final times before diving into your wet pussy. You give in completely, letting him ride you however he wants, the intense pleasure turning your mind blanc.
$H[‘Wow, you’re almost as good as your sister! (if: $robe is 1)[And with that outfit!] (if: $robe is 2)[Well, maybe apart from the outfit. But you'll learn!] You’re a fast learner, Sonya!’]
[[Turn around]]
(put: (prompt: "What's your name?") into $name)
Your name is $name.
$H[‘Good girl!’] His dick grows stiffer and stiffer until he pulls you in forcefully, emptying his seed inside you. Your belly is warm and heavy. Somehow you know that you’re pregnant. This doesn’t stop him from continuing to use you for the rest of the night and letting a few of the others have a go while he’s resting. By the time dawn comes you’re completely spent, your pussy - overflowing with cum. Your giant breasts have also grown a little bit extra too, a final gift from the Oracle.
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From that day on you and your sister start living with him, claiming the hut of Sonya the blacksmith who disappeared one night never returned to her village. You devote your life to pleasure and lust, fucking every day and night, pleasing your husband and the men from the village. As the years go by he keeps his promise and takes care of you, keeping both of you permanently pregnant, a substantial contribution to the youth and strength of your tribe.
ENDING 6/10: SISTER SLAVES
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[[You]] sit cross-legged in front of the short, wooden table and stare outside, frowning. The summer is exceptionally hot, even for these regions, and around noon the heat of the forge is simply unbearable. Thus you are forced to return back to your hut, which luckily is just a short walk away. The shade of the straw roof provides relative comfort, though the hot, thick air oozes from outside.
On the bright side, you have the hut mostly to yourself, a hard-earned luxury after years of tough work. On the negative side, you have to endure your sister’s presence. She is pregnant. Again. And as if that isn’t bad enough, she feels forced to constantly remind everyone around her, while not doing much work and staying at home all day.
[[Continue->Intro2]]
[[Skip Introduction]]
Speaking of the devil, you see [[Yala]] wobble around awkwardly with that giant belly of hers. You instantly try to look away. Her breasts, full and lactating, don’t help things either.
$S1[//If only she had some style, some dignity!//] you think angrily.$S1[//But no, she just has to dress like a slut and move like one too, swaying her hips as widely as she can.//] You sigh.
As far as you’re concerned, It’s all the fault of her husband. You had hoped that your younger sister would grow out of her bimbo phase and turn up to be a serious woman, a productive member of the tribe. When she announced that she wanted to marry, it seemed like a good idea, something that would bring her in line. At least she couldn’t sleep left and right anymore, right?
[[Dead wrong->Start]]
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Doing little to no work and getting constantly knocked up, Yala is your complete opposite. She's not as stupid as she looks but most of the time refuses to use her brain for anything that doesn't involve getting naked. Just looking at her infuriates you.
[[Return->Intro2]]
Clumsily, you try to hide your boner, mumble a few awkward words at the frowning master blacksmith and try to get away from there.
As you walk through the village, people are turning their heads, whispering behind your back. Hiding your gigantic boner from passer-bys is impossible, and on top of that your balls start to ache. You feel humiliated, which somehow makes you even stiffer.
[[Run off into the forest -> Run off]]
[[Endure the looks -> Stay]]
You can't explain why, but it seems like the right thing to do. Leading her by the hand, the two of you exit the village and head off towards the forest.
$O[Come....]
You walk in silence, spellbound by your common fate. Yalla's bursting belly and full breasts gently wobble as she moves, and you feel your balls ache with the remainder of the eggs. They're not as swollen and big as they were yesterday.... but that can always be fixed. You feel your dick beggin to stiffen.
You gulp heavily and [[proceed to the cave]]
You don't like it at all, but you can't leave your sister like this. Something must be done.
Shortly after sunset you and Yala head towards the hut of the elder, trying to be as discreet as possible. Walking is hard for Yala, but you do your best to help.
You arrive there half an hour later. The moon has just surfaced over the horizon. There is a fire burning in front of her hut and two of her private servants, both women, stand guard at the door.
(colour:"#0E959A")[‘Good evening, sister’], one of them addresses you kindly. (colour:"#0E959A")[‘How may we help you?’]
(colour: "#9933FF")[‘I need the elder’s advice…the matter is urgent, and very private.’]
(colour:"#0E959A")[‘I understand’] she says, refraining from further questions. (colour:"#0E959A")[‘I’ll ask if she is able to see you.’]
You wait outside a few minutes, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to another. Yala is still happily rubbing her belly. You can swear that her breasts have grown larger still, their weight starting to pull her forward. You feel strangely aroused from this sight. Soon enough the servant resurges and invites you [[into the hut->hut2]].
The descend is difficult for your pregnant sister, but you help her step over the big rocks and the two of you make your way further and further down.
It's a strange feeling and you can't decide whether you're bringing a bride to the groom or a convict to the guillotine. In the end it doesn't really matter. You squeeze her hand and lead her on.
The two of you emerge into the final chamber, a strange luminescence emanating from the floor. In the far corner you see a gigantic dark figure, a mass of wriggling shadows and slithering appendages. You hear the Oracle speak in your head:
$O[Come forward…]
[[Obey->Obey2]]
While you cross the room you see various tentacles hanging around you like a morbid museum of his instruments of pain and pleasure:there are thin, agile ones which can wrap around you and restrict your body; there are thick ovipositors bloated with eggs and juices ready to fill you; there are strange, bulbous forms containing aphrodisiacs and other substances capable of transforming your bodies and minds; and looming above all is the Dark Oracle, the one who has summoned you here.
As you walk past each of his instruments your body tingles with arousal, anticipating everything that he could do.
Uncontrollably, your erection grows stronger. Yala seems to feel the same way, her erect nipples perching under her skimpy bra and her ass swaying like a cat in heat.
When you’re just a few steps away from the boiling mass of appendages, He gestures you to stop.The two of you stand waiting, staring mouth open, your bodies screaming to give in.
$O[Bring forth my bride!]
[[Give him Yala]]
[[Step in her place]]
You push Yala towards the Oracle. $S1[‘She is perfect for the task, master. She lives to have sex and to be bred.’]
A group of long, thin tentacles descend from above, enveloping Yala. They wrap themselves around her body, a some of them going around her waist, others under her breasts, many wrapping around her arms and legs until the slimy pack collectively pulls her up into the air suspending her body a few feet above the ground, like a puppet on strings. She starts moaning even before they spread her legs, exposing her wet sex to the Oracle.
A thick tentacle emerges from beneath, it’s hard end pointing towards her crotch. It raises higher and higher until it reaches the folds of her sex. You see her body shiver under its rough, cold touch.
[[Assist her]]
In a moment of revelation, you decide that it's wrong to give your sister to the Oracle. After all, she hasn't done anything wrong.
$S1[Yala, you need to go back!]
$Y[Huh...? WHy..?]
$S1[Listen, just walk back, okay? You know the way...]
Your sister is reluctant, looking the oracle with lusty eyes, but you somehow push her out of the chamber and direct her towards the exit. Perhaps she'll make it.
As you watch her back you can already feel small tendrills wrap around your ankles and wrists. The Oracle would not let both of you walk away. You turn around and [[face him.]]
You take the tentacle and guide it between her wet folds, seeing it climb upwards, its convulsions forcing loud moans from the mother-to-be. Soon enough it’s all the way inside her, its thick body stretching her inner walls, the slime turning her pussy into a sloppy mess. The pressure increases more and more and you see a distinct motion followed by a lusty cry as the head of the phallus slips inside Yala’s womb, sending her into a powerful orgasm and uncontrollable shivers.
$S1[‘Dear slutty sister, this is what you’ve always wanted…’] you whisper tenderly to her, caressing her full belly as the tentacle starts pumping juices inside her, fertilizing the eggs and stretching her even further, the excess liquid overflowing and dripping down from her pussy.
$S1[‘Stay here and be bred forever.... you deserve it’] Her breathing accelerates and all she manages in reply is a series of lewd moans, any faculty for speech long gone. $S1[‘Here, dear sister, let me help you.’] You take one of the thick ovipositors hanging from the ceiling and push its hard end against her backside. She shudders and you see her body pushing towards it lustily. You press harder and her sphincter opens, accepting the ovipositor with little resistance. Soon you see the eggs descend down, bulging under the slimy surface and disappearing into her rectum.
Another tentacle comes down in front of your sister’s face, it’s phallic end hovering right next to her lips. She takes it in and starts sucking hungrily, her mind dissolving into carnal desire. You know that her fate is sealed.
$O[‘My bride is beautiful’]
The Oracle doesn't seem to pay you any attention, occupied with his new wife. You’re free to [[just go back]] if you wanted to… or [[have you decided to stay?]]
You head towards the exit, but when it becomes clear that you intend to leave, a group of tentacles quickly wrap around your arms and drag you back towards the Oracle. It seems that escape is not on the table.
$S1[You had your bride!] you shout at the slimy mass. It seems unimpressed.
You fight and try to escpae, but the tentacles are stronger than you. You continue trying, but the more you struggle, the harder it gets, your exhausted body straining with the impossible task.
After numerous tries you collapse on all fours, all force sapped away from you. Suddenly you feel something cold and slimy probe against your back side. You scrape, trying to get up, but you fail and it slips inside your ass before you can do anything else. Cold apprehension starts to spread in your mind as you feel a round object press against your sphincter. With no power left inside you you can only wait as it stretches open your O-ring and penetrates deeper and deeper.
As soon as the first one goes in a second one follows, then a third one. You watch your belly start bulging from underneath you as egg after egg makes you rounder and heavier. After a while any movement becomes difficult and you realize you’ll never get up again. You don’t care. You reach with your hands and spread your ass cheeks, wondering how many eggs you can take inside you. It's the end of the line for you
(set: $state=4)
ENDING 5/10: ORACLE'S FUTA
[[END]]
You’ve been released from the spell of the Oracle, but this doesn’t stop you from wanting pleasure. And here you’ll receive pleasure no mortal woman could ever dream of. You lick your lips, watching your moaning sister get filled with eggs. Why should she get all the fun?
The Oracle erects a phallic tentacle right next to your sister. Somehow it seems fitting. As you walk towards it, your balls are already aching. You kneel down , sliding the erect phallus inside you. You look at your sister - bloated and happy, knowing this is what’s to become of you.
The ovipositor doesn’t keep you waiting for too long and you hold your buttcheeks open as it slithers into your ass, stretching your o-ring and wriggling deep inside of you. Soon enough the eggs start pumping and you can see your belly growing, at first bulging a little, then more and more, larger and larger, until you become a spitting mirror of your sister. You’re way too big and too full to get up again and the eggs stop coming.
The Oracle sends a bulbous tentacle hanging in front of you, its sweet smell seducing your senses. You wrap your pouty lips around it and move your head forward, sucking it’s long end. It feels both sweet and salty, giving off a strong scent of musk. The moment your mouth retracts back to the tip, you feel another small slimy tentacle touch the tip of your dick.
It slides deeper way more easily than before, reaching your balls and digging inside them as your shaft hardens around it.
Numerous bulges start moving down again, pressing against your head, stretching it open, sliding down your shaft and popping inside your balls.
You resume sucking, each movement ending with a new egg pushed inside your ass and another inside your balls. As your head bobs back-and-forth your belly keeps growing and growing. As your mind drifts into lust, you vaguely wonder how many you’ll be able to force inside you.
ENDING: SISTER SLUTS
[[END]]
The Oracle erects a phallic tentacle in the center of the room and pulls you towards it. Somehow it seems fitting. As you walk towards it, your balls are already aching.
$O[Sit!]
Numerous tendrils wrap around your body, caressing your breasts and wriggling around your dick. You decide not to fight the pleasure and let yourself be guided towards the ovipositor, which you sit on top of.
It doesn’t keep you waiting for too long and starts pushing - you hold your buttcheeks open as it slithers into your ass, stretching your o-ring and wriggling deep inside of you. Soon enough the eggs start pumping and you can see your belly growing, at first bulging a little, then more and more, larger and larger, until you become a spitting mirror of your sister.
$S1[//Yala... now I've become just like you...//]
You groan, way too big and too full to get up again, but the eggs keep coming. Discomfort mixes with arousal as your body is stretched beyong limits.
The Oracle sends a bulbous tentacle hanging in front of you, its sweet smell seducing your senses. You wrap your pouty lips around it and move your head forward, sucking it’s long end. It feels both sweet and salty, giving off a strong scent of musk. It seems to take the pain away and you feel your ass relaxing again as [[more eggs keep coming.]]
You feel another small slimy tentacle touch the tip of your dick.
It slides deeper way more easily than before, reaching your balls and digging inside them as your shaft hardens around it.
Numerous bulges start moving down again, pressing against your head, stretching it open, sliding down your shaft and popping inside your balls.
You resume sucking, each movement ending with a new egg pushed inside your ass and another inside your balls. As your head bobs back-and-forth your belly keeps growing and growing. As your mind drifts into lust, you vaguely wonder how many you’ll be able to force inside you.
Soon your balls have swollen to bursting again, weighing you down like two giant melons. Your giant dick seems almost small in comparison, a conduit for the new eggs to be laid. You can feel that the Oracle is angry - you had promissed him a bride and tried to take it away from him. Under different circumstances perhaps he would've been gentler to you, keeping you as his queen to love and breed, but now it seems that you're nothing more than a cumdump for him to lay eggs in. Your mind begins to fade...
Some time later, you see your sister wander into the cave again, the confused and lusty look still on her face.
$S1[//No... Yala..//]
The tentacles guide her towards the Oracle and she dissapears from view.
Later still, you see your bloated sister walk around the cave with an entourage of tentacles supporting her like a Queen. She passes by and takes out the ovipositor in your dick to replace it with a fresh one, pumping a new batch down your swollen balls. You hate her so much.
ENDING: USELESS SACRIFICE
[[END]]
You’ve never been in the elder’s hut before and you gaze around in wonder, forgetting your troubles for a moment. It’s covered with all kinds of strange trinkets, long strings with bones and feathers woven into them, strange paintings with vibrant colours and obscure crystals that look slightly out of place on the dusty shelves.
‘How can I help you?’ asks the elder, pulling you out of your contemplation.
[[Tell her the truth]]
[[Make up a convincing lie]]
You describe in detail everything that has happened, starting with your dream, how you woke up at the beach, your descent into the cave and your encounter with the Oracle. The elder gravely nods, sometimes asking for details, but mostly letting you carry on with as few interruptions as possible.
You carry on explaining what happened between you and yala with a guilty look on your face. When you finish your story, you can tell by the look on her face that the matter is serious.
$S1[‘There must be something that can be done, right?’]
'For her, perhaps...'
A number of acolytes gently but firmly take Yala away.
'For you, however.... I'm sorry. You're too dangerous.' She looks at you with compassion, then she shouts loudly ‘SEIZE HER!’
More acolytes rush in and grab your arms with surprising force. You can hear footsteps outside. More must be coming.
[[Try to flee while you can]]
[[Wait for an explanation]]
Using your own experience as a basis, you make up a story about how you found yala naked on the beach with a bloated belly. You look at her firmly and she doesn't dare to contradict you.
They take Yala away to take care of her and you go back to your hut. On the next morning however, some of the acolytes come knocking on your door with more questions. It seems that the elder is suspicious.
With horror you realise that during the night your balls have swollen again and so have your breasts. Your body is changing visibly. Seeing your hesitation, the acolytes forcefully grab you from both sides.
[[Go with them to the elder]]
[[Try to flee while you can]]
You let them take you to the village elder. She greets you with a grim expression.
'I'm terribly sorry, Sonya. But there is no choice. Yala told me everything. You've been in direct contact with the Dark Oracle. Your seed is corrupted and it will have a devastating effect on anyone it touches. We can't allow something like that in our village. I'm sorry.'
More servants grip you, forcing you to bend forward. Someone lifts your robe, exposing your crotch. The elder comes from behind you and places something cold and metallic around your balls. Before you can react, your dick is folded tightly into the metal contraption. Something is pulled and the whole thing squeezes you painfully, pressing your penis down between your ballsack. There is a final //click// and the contraption locks into place.
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'Throw it into the sea' says the elder, handing the key to one of her servants. Cold horror fills you as the reality of the words sinks into your mind and you start trashing around, but the servant's grip is too strong, the hands too many for you to be able to do anything.
Some time later, the girl returns, reporting that the key has been lost forever. The servants let go and you collapse heavily on the floor, exhausted. The servants help carry you to your house where you [[pass out]].
As the sun sets, the children go home and many of the women start leaving. The sewing is over, but the group continues to linger, drawing an increasing number of young men around. You feel your body become more and more sensitive. Your breasts feel like they’re expanding even more, (if: $robe is 1)[threatening to overpower your bra] (if: $robe is 2)[you fear that they would tear out of your robe] and pop out in front of everyone. Your wet pussy needs to have something inside it. The fires of the torches are setting your skin ablaze.
$O[Come to me…]
You stand up - your only thought is to satisfy your craving body. As you leave the circle, Yala catches your hand and stops you.
$Y[‘I know what you want, sister. Stay with us a little while longer.’]
<u>[[Stay with Yala]]
[[Persuade her to come with you to the Oracle]]
[[Decline and go alone]]<u/>
Following a small path amidst the trees, the group quickly emerges at a clearing, which you soon recognize as the shrine of Ein, the goddess of fertility. It constitutes of a large fireplace surrounded by a low wooden fence with special pillars with prayer leaves hanging on them. Women come here to pray to Ein, kneeling next to the fence and using it’s flattened top to write prayers on the leaves, which they throw in the flames. You’re vaguely aware of the tradition, though you’ve never had any reason to come here before.
Suddenly more shadows emerge around your group and you realize that a group of men have joined your party. The other girls don’t seem surprised: though they don’t directly engage them in conversation, you can see glances and giggles exchanged as they walk by.
In the near-complete darkness it’s difficult to tell what’s going on, but as you approach the shrine a number of silhouettes start moving gingerly about the place and before long a large fire is burning in the shrine. One by one the girls line up around the fence, kneeling in prayer.
[[Join them]]
(set: $H to (color:"#CC0000"))
$S2[‘You?!’] you turn around in anger, staring incredulously at Yala’s husband.
$H[‘Relax, darling!’] He pulls you by the hair, simultaneously shoving his hard cock as deep as he can, feeling your body weaken by the wave of pleasure. Your face goes red by your inability to protest, to say no as he holds you tightly and continues pounding your slutty ass.
$H[‘Look at your sister, over there’] - you lift your eyes, just in time to see another man tense up and shoot a load inside your sister's pregnant pussy, an ecstatic look on her face. $H[‘You could be just like her, you know. I can feel you want it.’] As his seductive whispers reach your ears you can feel your pussy grow wetter and wetter, allowing him to penetrate with ease even the deepest portions of your temple. $H[‘All you have to do, is ask, Sonya. All you have to do is say. Say it, and I’ll make you pregnant here and now. I’ll keep you with your sister as fuck dolls, you’ll live solely for pleasure, you’ll be constantly drowning in lust. Just think about it.’]
Your limits break and you’re overtaken by a shattering orgasm, but he doesn’t let you catch your breath, his thrusting penis already pushing you upwards a second wave of pleasure.
$H[‘Take a leaf, right now.’] His command is loud and clear and you obey, taking one of the prayer leaves from the pillar and a piece of charcoal. $H[‘Now write: “I’m a slut” and throw it into the fire!’]
Write (click: "Write")[(set: $id to (prompt: "Write", ))]
(live: 1000ms)[(if: $id is "I'm a slut")[ $S2[//Yes... I'm a slut..//
$O[Good]]
[[Throw it into the fire]] ] ]
You feel something hot inside you and you see the giant phallus throbbing as it unloads its unholy seed inside you. It keeps squirting and squirting and before your very eyes you see your belly expand and grow as the pressure inside it increases. When the breeding process is eventually over, the tentacles lower you to the ground where you collapse on all fours, your head dizzy.
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You have become the Wife of the Oracle! Yala is standing nearby, her needy body shivering from the lack of attention. She’s rubbing her wet pussy, looking at you with a jealous expression.
[[Bring her to the Oracle]]
You make your way through the forest and find the trail leading to the woodcutter's cabin. The windows are still lit, so you carefully approach.
There is a group of men inside, playing cards on a wodden table. You can smell the strong scent of ale.
$W[You! I recognise you!] comes a voice from behind. $W[What are you doing here?]
$S2[I... I got lost in the forest...]
He pins you violently towards the wall of the cabin. $W[You're lying again you little slut! Have you come here just to get fucked again or do you actually have a purpose in life?]
[[I have no purpose in life]]
[[I have a purpose but no place left to stay]]
You really don't feel like explaining your story to him. In any case nobody recognises you, why not start anew?
$S2['I have no purpose... I'm just a little slut']
$W['Thought so... well, if it's fucking that you want, we can start right away darling!']
He lifts your skirt up and and ou feel his fat cock push agaisnt your ass. In the state that you're in anything will do, so you just lean forward and relax as the woodcutter unloads inside you.
$S2['Done already?'] you taunt him playfully?
$W['Heh, not enough? LAADS?'] he shouts out.
The group exits the cabin and comes towards you, forming a demi circle. $W['This little whore here is looking for some real men... do you think we can 'elp 'er, lads?']
'Ayeee!' they cher, grinning at the sight of your bare ass. Before you know it the first one is on you, an ale breath on your ear as the big muscular guy literraly lifts you up and impales you on his thick member. Before long your pussy is filled with creamy woodcutter seed and you know there's [[more to come.]]
$S2[I have a purpose!] you angrily reply. $S2[It's just... I don't have a place to stay]
$W[And what do you plan to do about that, sweetheart?]
$S2[Perhaps we could figure something out?] You wiggle your ass playfully.
$W[Aye, I can work with that]
He lifts your skirt up and and ou feel his fat cock push agaisnt your ass. In the state that you're in anything will do, so you just lean forward and relax as the woodcutter unloads inside you.
$S2['Done already?'] you taunt him with a wink?
$W['Heh, not enough? LAADS?'] he shouts out.
The group exits the cabin and comes towards you, forming a demi circle. $W['This little whore here is looking for some real men... do you think we can 'elp 'er, lads?']
'Ayeee!' they cher, grinning at the sight of your bare ass. Before you know it the first one is on you, an ale breath on your ear as the big muscular guy literraly lifts you up and impales you on his thick member. Before long your pussy is filled with creamy woodcutter seed and you know there's [[more to come.]]
The woodcutters proceed to thoroughly fuck you and they seem to like it a lot. On the following day they offer you to stay with them as a fuck girl, in exchange for food and shelter.
As the months pass your belly becomes big and swollen but that doesn't stop you from getting used daily. It crosses your mind that with that many men around, you'll hardly spend any time not being pregnant.
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In the end, you've become a lot like your sister. (if: $new is 1)[Sometimes you think about how she's doing, down at the bottom of that cave. Is she happy?] Perhaps some day you'd go and visit her, you think, but then another woodcutter becons you to his shed and you fidn it hard to think about anything else besides getting repeatedly impregnated by the muscular men for the rest of your life.
ENDING 11/10: WOODCUTTER'S GIRL
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