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Though most of the town of Stonebury was aware of the horrors that existed under the farms and milking facilities that dotted the area, there were very few who had any sort of inkling of what magic was truly being called upon, or that magic even existed, as a real force.

Ms. Schafer was the only one who knew every detail of the experiments, inside and out, and the fact that she'd long since given up her body and soul to the occult meant that she was in tune with forces that ordinary humans couldn't possibly comprehend.

"And you're sure you felt it?"

"There is no doubt in my mind...someone in our town has access to dangerously powerful magic. The pulse was so strong that it gave me a small migraine, but I was too far away from the blast to know the source of it for sure."

Her best confidant, Tina Walton, was clutching her cell phone in her palm rather nervously, not because she was fearful of drawing Ms. Schafer's ire, but because the middle-aged widow never let anything bother her in such a manner. It was rare to see her in a foul mood, and rarer still to hear hints of doubt and authentic concern in her voice.

"Thank you for letting me know of it, ma'am. What should I do in the meantime?"

"Keep a close eye on the Richards family...they're the newest ones in town, and we still don't have a full profile of what they're all up to."

"I've yet to see them up to anything suspicious, but I'm corrupting the wife and her son. It'll only be a matter of time before they've completely given in to my whims."

"That pleases me," Ms. Schafer replied, "But they're small potatoes compared to whoever has access to that magic. I want you to sniff out the source of it, and if you can't bring them to me peacefully, snuff it out, instead."

In her years of living in Stonebury and being under the corrupting spell of Ms. Schafer, Tina Walton had been asked to do a lot of terrible, awful things.

Murdering someone in cold blood still didn't sit well with her, but her poisoned mind forced a trembling lip to open, and a dry throat to murmur "Y-yes, ma'am. As you wish," into the phone, before she heard the call being ended.

**

"Didn't think it was possible to rub my pussy raw...but I...t-think I'm getting close to it!"

Though Steven was lucky enough to have the gear and the means to prevent his own corruption, his daughter, Tabitha, wasn't so lucky.

Even more accurately, it would be right to say that she wasn't so determined.

"Are you going to let me suck your cock again, father?" she asked, but her father was in the basement, far away from the sound of her whispering moans, as always. Instead, she was reading from the last pages of a book she'd been lent: "Connecting Dangerously With the Natives."

Each night, before she fell asleep, she found she was coerced by her own lust to read a few more pages, and it was with some regret that she'd reached the final chapter.

The first round in her bedroom that night was just a warm up, and already, between her thighs, there was a small puddle of liquid arousal from the juices that she'd produced at her first orgasm. Feverishly, she was rubbing her clit with the heel of her thumb and hooking a pair of fingertips into her vaginal cavity as she tried to balance the book on her feet, reading through the pages with her head slumped against a pair of pillows.

"Not this time," she continued to read aloud, in a voice that no one would be able to hear. "That wouldn't be enough, my darling child. I n-need...need to be inside of you!"

The desperate gasps of pleasure that escaped her lips weren't actually written into the collected journal, but she could imagine that the father was having trouble with the words, just the same as she did, trying to read them out loud.

A description of the father stepping forward to his once slim and beautiful daughter left Tabitha to draw up her own mental image. She knew that the daughter in the book was deformed by the corrupting magic of her captors, and the father was already starting to show signs of the same, but as her narrowed eyes glazed over the pages, reading through the graphic and fulfilling description of his cock sliding through the bars and penetrating his own daughter, Tabitha forgot that she was reading an account of something that had already happened.

Her corruption was leaving her without shame, as she fell into the fantasy of her own father, visiting her while she was trapped in such a prison.

"Don't hold back one bit," she continued reading out the parts of the transformed daughter, as she tried to imagine that the digits inside of her sex were anything close to the impressive manhood that she imagined her own father to have. "If you don't spill your seed inside of me, t...they will kill you, father."

"My life doesn't matter if I can't spend it fucking my beautiful, little angel."

Just as the daughter in the book threw her head back and cried out with delight, Tabitha mimicked the every motion of the transformed creature and tossed her head back as she screamed in imagined tandem with her: "Ooh, father! Yes! Show me how much y-you truly love me!"

Every fantasy that existed before was lost to the far reaches of Tabitha's mind. Her fingers were nearly pruned with the sheer volume of moisture that spilled from her sex, and as her labia parted and stretched around her advances, a tiny streak of moisture jetted toward the pages, soaking into the already aged paper.

Can't give it back now, I guess. That's too bad...I'll just have to read it again, Tabitha thought, as she bit down on her own lower lip and turned to the very last page with her toe, reading through the details of the father and daughter crossing the final taboo with a nearly feral sense of lust.

Even in her transformed state, the last paragraphs detailed how the daughter was clearly growing even larger in the middle, despite her already bulbous form. "I'll call her Annabelle," the daughter claimed, as if she somehow knew what the biological sex of her child would be, before it was even confirmed to be inside of her.

There was only the liquid evidence of the same, as the journal detailed how her own father's cum oozed and dripped out of her folds for days after the act, and yet, Tabitha was inclined to believe that the accounts were accurate enough.

Pulling her hand up from her crotch for a moment and seeing the webs of desire that glistened in the low lights of her bedroom, she didn't have any trouble believing that a monster could produce such an impressive yield.

"Such a lucky girl...I bet she t-took him for granted," Tabitha muttered to herself, as she lowered her hand between her thighs once more and delicately tickled her proud, erect clit, waiting for a signal from her body that she could handle one more round. "She probably spit out the kid and left him for someone else...I'd never do that to my daddy."

Part of her mind still couldn't believe the things that she was saying out loud, but that proud, righteous thought was fading faster and faster by the day, to the point that she really didn't feel any shame for climaxing to the thought of fucking her father. The first time she did it, she remembered nearly breaking down into tears at the idea, knowing how wrong it should have been.

Each consecutive night, the orgasms piled up, and she was less concerned with how she finished the journey, than just getting to the finish.

"I'd pin him up against the wall every night that he came home," Tabithia spoke to herself, having no one else so twisted to discuss the idea with. "And yank his pants down, right off of those thick, muscular legs...and just suck his cock clean, g-get it all nice and wet to stick inside of me..."

She wasn't telling her other hand to slide up along her slim, smooth tummy and around the extra, tiny bumps that had formed upon her abdomen. They were terribly sensitive, but still not quite as much as the full, supple breasts that rested at the top of her chest, simply begging to be squeezed and played with.

If she were just a bit bolder, she would have marched right down the stairs in her state of undress, sat in her father's lap, and told him to take care of that problem for her.

"One of these nights," she groaned between shallow, eager pants, "I'm gonna do it, daddy. I'm gonna catch you off guard down there, and ask you how much you like seeing these big, perky tits...and if y-you want to play with them. I'm gonna make you s-suck 'em til the milk comes out!"

Eager fingers knew exactly where to roam for Tabitha to pleasure herself, and fingertips pinched harshly around a tall, erect nipple, squeezing it with a sense of desperation, as if she really believed that her body could produce milk, if she just tried hard enough. She didn't know where the fantasy of her father drinking her own lactation was coming from, but given the way that her pussy ached when she focused on the mental image, she wasn't daring to question it.

The last pure part of her; the part that knew she should be ashamed to have such perverted thoughts, was melting away faster than her resistance to a third climax, building rapidly in the pit of her womanhood.

"Even better than mommy's? That's so sweet, daddy...maybe I should let you cum inside of me, tonight?" she asked, and her thighs pushed against the covers as she tried to prop herself up against the headboard. "I just knew you'd like that idea. I've got such a f-fucking naughty father!"

Tabitha was scarcely within her own head, anymore. Her imagination, powerful and unstoppable, created a scene to be enjoyed only by her body, and her womanhood quivered within at the results it produced. Easily adjusted to the two fingers that rubbed back and forth over her g-spot, her inner walls fluttered and clenched, wishing to bring that third orgasm to fruition before she passed out from the exhaustion of her evening masturbation.

Her eyes closed first from a wince of pleasure, and then from that same lack of sleep, as her hips bucked and bounced against the imaginary form of her father on top of her, pinning her to the headboard and humping into her hips wildly, fucking her with all of the heated lust of an aggressive beast. Teasing just one nipple was no longer enough, and as her open palm roamed over the front of her torso, Tabitha could feel small ridges of muscle in her abdomen where there were none before, pushing up the tiny dots that had appeared on her stomach earlier.

She was _convinced_that they were extra nipples now, as if she was turning into a canine, and she brushed her fingertips over every single one as her other arm seized up and went stiff, her fingers buried all of the way into her cunt as she toppled over her peak. Lustful ejaculate sprayed in a tiny strand from her satisfied folds, soaking the back of her wrist and streaking across the bed one last time, as she cried out in needed relief.

"C-cumming...I'm cumming, daddy! Cum with me! F-fill me up, please!"

Knowing she'd lost control of her voice, Tabitha bit upon her lip once more, but she winced with a hint of pain; her tooth sunk right into the flesh, and as she tasted blood, she flickered the tip of her tongue against the bottom of the enamel.

Her incisor was like a fang, and her lips were left to tremble with fear as she rapidly came down off of her orgasmic high, unsure if she was still within her own body or not...