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And with that… Jamie was a demon.

The definitions were strange, here. What constituted a “demon”? There hadn’t been a swearing-in ceremony or a graduation cap. There had been this little nudge, a twist of body and soul that felt like it went over some nebulous threshold and then suddenly, the world around her was different. It was as though someone had turned up the saturation on the television, but not much else.

The ritual she had completed lay around her in an anticlimactic jumble amidst a ring of stones with primitive cairns at the north and south in a small forest clearing. She checked the printout again. Someone had clearly left it here, intending to perform it themselves, and then for some reason, gotten up and left before it was done. Had it been her, she would have wanted an audience: it was a means of harnessing ancient fertility magic and an orgy seemed like the only way to celebrate successfully completing it. The anachronism of it all was charming. The printed protocol said over and over that it had to be on a physical piece of paper if it wasn’t memorized because this deep in the woods, advanced technology attracted powers that would break it down. It had been written like something from a public forum. Several of the components were commercialized and had logos on them.

Though it was a hodgepodge of beliefs and technologies, it had been the first sign of civilized life she’d come across on this planet - in this universe? She wasn’t quite sure exactly what had happened to bring her here. A few days ago, she had been chasing her quarry through the black of space in a tiny scout ship she had stolen. Next thing she knew, the ship had warped and rippled with strange hues, then vanished from under her and sent her tumbling ass over teakettle into this primordial wood. Luckily, her emergency rations had remained with her, but her spacesuit had dissolved, leaving her completely nude and exposed to the elements.

She checked over her body again. Like her quarry, she was tall - much taller than the average anthro - due to genetic and other biological enhancements. Standing at seven feet, nine inches, Jamie rippled with muscle. Her slate gray pelt was slashed through with orange-gold stripes due to her blended heritage of timber wolf and tiger. The grey faded to creamy white atop her chest, down her belly, and into her undercarriage. Long hair flowed from the top of her head past her shoulders in a blend of gold and grey and white, as well. The natural coloring had been a comfort walking through this foreign place, giving her natural camouflage. If she needed to find prey, she would have an easy advantage.

Her paws roamed over her flanks and hips while her mind swept through her senses, looking for changes in her mentality or her physique. Nothing seemed all that different, except for that strange change in saturation in her senses. She was densely muscled, flexible, and sleek. Full breasts with pert, black nipples just as she knew them. She let herself examine her loins. Jamie had opted for large endowments at every opportunity she had found, from personal experiments to offerings from horny scientists. Thus, each of her testicles easily filled her paws as she kneaded around them and immediately felt pleasant tingling begin to crawl through her body.

“Oh…”

She rolled them slowly, firmly, back and forth. She smirked as she felt the little jolt of pressure deep in her crotch that signaled the beginning of an erection. No sheath hid the black log of flesh that hung between her legs. It began to swell. As it did, she felt warmth as her nuts filled, then overfilled her paws, growing in time with her erection. The sensation soared rapidly, and it was more than a normal sense of arousal. Even in her huge body, she could feel the negative pressure as blood rushed to fuel this enormous erection. In her home universe, there was no sense of “energy” or “power” or “auras”- there were simply the facts of life and physics and how to manipulate them. Here, she felt opened up to a new sensory experience as energy redirected along the same lines of her blood, going into her genitals. Her cock, which usually poked just under her breasts when it got excited, was pendulous as it jutted out before her, growing from ten inches to fourteen at the beginning of the process, then suddenly accelerating as more tissue closer to the surface became engorged. It surged out and bloated. Her nuts hung down heavy on her thighs.

Jamie began panting. This was new. This was what she had been looking for. The mere process of becoming aroused was a physical exertion and it was invigorating. Gradually, she became aware of another sensation: The redirection of her energies, whatever that meant, had left her feeling empty. Hunger yawned mightily in her gut. She wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion and pursed her lips thoughtfully. This ritual had confused her body to the point that it wanted to hunt and rut at the same time, and while sex and a meal were fine companions, she hadn’t usually combined the two this intimately. She pursed her lips. Maybe it was like being on new brain meds. The body simply needed time to get accustomed to its changes.

Oh, but this was amazing. She grinned fiercely and pulled her cock up in both arms. The crown was nearly the size of her own head. She kissed it and licked under the ridge to make herself shiver. Her ballsack had stopped growing, but the nuts themselves had become inflamed with need such that she felt the intense pressure inside them and the desire - no, the need for release.

Her sensitive ears picked up on something. “It worked,” someone said under their breath.

She turned and looked. A very strange red squirrel was looking at her from beyond the circle of stones. He was wearing a pair of black plaid boxers while the rest of his clothes poked out of a mesh backpack. Those boxers were intensely tented and even showed a small damp spot at the apex. The man seemed young. He was closer to six feet than five, but not by much, and his frame said he’d taken decent care of himself.

“How long have you been here?” she asked. She realized her eyes were wide. She could really only see this young squirrel man, when she thought about it, instead of the vast, deep woods around them. Wind made quiet sounds and motions out beyond the clearing, but that strange saturation she had experienced before had been cranked up in the presence of this new person. It was like a glow, but not. It was like a pressure, but not. It was a knowing that this was someone who could manipulate the energies she had felt shifting inside her. This was someone who could use magic.

“I just, saw the, uh, saw you get, saw you get hard,” he stammered. “You were distracted, so I watched.” Suddenly, his attitude shifted to bitter accusation. “But that was my spell! I bought all that. I’m supposed to ascend! You stole my ritual!” He jabbed a finger at her from where he stood maybe ten feet away. His indignation was offset by his still-pitched tent. “I’m supposed to look like that now!”

Jamie laughed. “Like this? You haven’t put in the work like I have.” She dropped her dick to let it bounce, taut, and struck a bodybuilding pose that showed her entire, powerful profile. The muscles of her flanks went tight over a perfect, shapely waist and hips. Thick veins visibly throbbed all along the surface of her cock and beneath her thin coat of fur. She practically purred as she spoke, pitching her voice low so he had to lean towards her to hear. “It looks much better on me. But I’ll tell you what. Since those were all yours, and since you worked so hard, I’ll let you test out what’s changed. How would that feel, hm? To be my first worshipper, now that I’ve… ‘ascended’?”

The man gulped visibly and audibly. “My, my friends - worshippers! My worshippers will be here any minute. Give it back.” She could tell he was having significant trouble maintaining his composure. It was always a joy to make someone lose their nerve in front of her. Her hips swayed side to side as she approached him. He was frozen in place. Jamie leaned down and as she did, her member came into contact with his neck, where it smeared, then oozed hot precum in a layer that soaked his fur. This close, she could smell him. The smell was by itself intoxicating. She closed her eyes and breathed in deep as she let her conscious mind settle on that sensation.

Without thinking, she slipped her tongue out and licked the squirrel’s forehead. Her rough tongue left a trail of mussed up fur behind it. The taste… she could feel on her tongue the kind of magic this little man had and how much of it there was. “Yes…” she rumbled. “You’ll do nicely.”

He was about to protest when, with what she considered a light push of her hips, she knocked him to the ground with her rigid dick. He caught himself on his hands and looked up in time to have his face smothered in the soft, strong belly of her cock as she straddled his hips. Her balls flowed off to either side of his lap and she shoved down hard on the broad, dorsal surface of her cock to keep him pinned to the ground. Up under he balls, she could feel his urgent erection prodding delightfully against her perineum. She ground her hips forward and flexed to send a gout of precum soaking his face.

The little squirrel writhed underneath her frame uselessly. His paws pushed against her waist. His hips attempted to bridge up. It was meaningless effort, though, and eventually, panting, he finally opened his lips and lapped at the enormous member trapping him against the ground.

“There you go,” she crooned. “Consider it a baptism.”

His ears flushed bright red, but there was no sense denying the intense pleasure he was getting from the sudden reversal in his plans.

Jamie started to ask a question, but suddenly, yet another sensation sent it flying from her mind. While she ground in increasingly impatient rhythms, the squirrel’s newly thirsty muzzle found her slit, and for a brief moment, dipped inside it. Immediately, she became aware of a deep, rumbling, vibrating growl. It was in her stomach, like the physical sensation of hunger usually was, but it resonated like a sound with a twin sensation in her loins. Experimentally, she flexed the internal muscles of her groin again. Instinctively, her tongue came out to lap around her lips, like the activation of the muscle controlling her penile tendon equated to that ravenous gesture somehow. Her breath became shallow. She looked down at the face of her brand new devotee. The tendons and muscles that had always been quiet, passive, unintrusively conducting how taut or loose her sac was, tugged like a prematurely swallowing throat.

“Do that again,” she commanded breathlessly.

“Wha…?”

She reached her hand down, covered the top of the squirrel’s head with it, and pushed it inside her cock up past his eyes. She groaned loudly in pleasure and felt the head of her cock clamp down like a tight pair of lips. The precum that had been flowing over him let it slide in effortlessly. She grabbed his nape and pulled him out, thick ropes of precum connecting his muzzle to her cock slit. He sputtered and gasped, completely flustered.

“What was, that?”

“Oh, I like this,” Jamie moaned. “Oh, I like this!” She began humping his chest and with each thrust, shoving his muzzle inside her slit, only to let it out again as she reared back. The squirrel’s struggles began anew, but they were even less potent than before. Each time, she pushed him a fraction of an inch deeper, deeper, until she felt his nose pushing against an internal sphincter along with all his whiskers. They twitched there, just at the front of it, and then she activated a new muscle and felt it widen around him. She knew, immediately, that he could fit inside her this way. The new organ her nuts had become practically snarled with ravenous frenzy.

Under her, the poor man’s hips suddenly began to undulate and she realized that from all her rhythmic thrusting, he was close to climax. She kept his face pushed inside her cock head while he humped up against her backside through his wet boxers, until his body strained, shook, and thrashed with climax.

Had she needed permission, that would have been it. She backed up, pulling him with her, and rose up on her knees. On command, her massive shaft swallowed. Precum drooled like saliva in a splash as he was yanked up to his shoulders. Dazed by his own climax, he could only weakly try to push against the rubbery flesh of her cock head before those hands slipped inside. Jamie grabbed at his elbows and tugged, sealing his wrists beyond that internal sphincter along with his neck. She could feel every inch of him, every hair, every whisker, tasted and pressed against a wildly tactile internal space. Her hips bucked. With every jerk backwards, she yanked him towards her, only to let her cock gape and gulp around more of his body as she thrust forward again. His body swelled out her cockbelly marvelously. His loose boxers got pushed down his hips, and she felt his spent manhood vanish inside hers. His legs scrambled for purchase in the dirt, but her shaft was so firm that it partially lifted him so he couldn’t get any useful traction, and then his thighs were hers, and then his knees, and then his calves, and finally, his muzzle was tucked up inside her tight against her crotch, and she swallowed yet another new way - and in the same moment his feet slipped inside her eager crown, his head began to drop down into her sac.

No question, her internal anatomy had changed. She felt his head shift towards the left. He was yelling something muffled through her flesh, but nothing could be more engaging to her than the feeling of his body starting to slide down into hers. She panted, groaning with each breath, while she swallowed the small man into her nut. He writhed inside her in protest, but it just forced him deeper. “Oh, you do want this, don’t you? Well, one way or another, you get to be a demon, hon.”

With one more swallow, he was forced to curl up inside her. She sat back on her heels and felt him squirming around in there, unable to uncurl or stretch out. It made her throb even harder, while the maw of her cock gaped and drooled, not quite sealing back up, yet, after its first ever meal. The walls of her testicle squeezed down on him and she felt fluids ooze into the chamber.

“Hey!” she finally heard from him. “Let me out! It feels w-w-weird! I’m going numb!”

“Yeeeeaaaah,” she drawled in a draconic growl. She reached out both hands to stroke along her shaft, using her excessive precum, then gave up and just began rutting along the damp, loamy, mossy forest floor. She had to cum. Her balls tingled, practically shivered with goosebump-like sensations as the one clenched and growled over her meal. She could picture and feel his essence flowing into her body and getting sucked out of him as his physical form was broken down - not the way a normal meal would be, but instead, transformed into something that was purely Jamie. The sounds became increasingly fluid, sloshing inside her. The neophyte demon drove herself hard against the ground like she was in heat, and then felt all at once, the last vestiges of form leave her prey, so that he was liquid in her sac and energy flooding her body, and she climaxed.

Semen exploded across the ritual circle in spumes. It knocked aside the stones, breaking the formation and drenching the materials that had been used. She aimed with relish at the piles at either end and crumbled them with the force of her climactic blasts, all while shouting with bliss, uncaring of who heard. Jamie came until the space was a barely recognizable ruin of what it had been. She gleefully envisioned herself doing the same at some great temple and knew what she needed to do as her one goal on this plane.

With a final, guttural groan, she expelled the last of the squirrel’s creamy white remains into a puddle at the center of the broken circle and heaved an enormous sigh. He wasn’t gone, she realized. His power had gone into her. Already, it meshed with her physical body and she felt herself throb an inch larger across her entire frame, toes to ears.

—

Now then… he’d mentioned worshippers. Jamie picked herself up on unsteady legs. She grinned. The idea of that huge exertion to be satisfied so completely thrilled her. She felt the urge to chase that sensation. She needed to exercise caution, though - confident as she was, she was completely new to this place and out of her element. Even if that one squirrel had been arrogantly impotent, it didn’t mean his allies were as inept. It would be a challenge to move stealthily given her size, the limb-length member protruding from her torso (and only barely beginning to deflate), and the magnificent, powerful scent of her climax, so she needed to move quickly and then play the part of an ambush predator. Accordingly, she grabbed two of the small stones and lashed them together using strips of the squirrel’s clothing to act as a makeshift bolas. She then set off down the path the little man had taken, plunged herself into a patch of dense underbrush, stirred up the loose soil to get its scent in the air and try to mask some of her own, and waited.

Minutes passed, but not hours, before she heard conversation in the distance. It was a small group, moving at a steady but unhurried pace. Curiously, Jamie noticed, now that she was off the little trail she’d followed, she couldn’t see it anymore. Instead, the shapes her keen eyes perceived appeared to effortlessly move among dense foliage. Their feet always found steady, cleared earth. The magic here was fascinating.

Suddenly Jamie’s eyes snapped open wide and she had to stop herself from jumping out. It was he! The man she’d been chasing.

Aaron had a build very much like Jamie’s. He had the tall, slender body and proportions of a maned wolf, but with tan and charcoal and cream where the mundane species was coppery and black. His mane was much more pronounced and flowed around his entire nape and even shoulders to frame a narrow face. His appearance was more gracile than hers, with broad shoulders leading to long arms that ended with fierce claws, but a slim belly and narrow waist. Despite that, he had round, muscular hips with a touch of femininity to them and to the way he walked, but Jamie knew one reason for his rolling gait was similar to her own: the man was packing.

It was frankly absurd to see him walking with this little group. They were tiny! Like the squirrel, none of them cleared six feet in height, and they absolutely did not have the bodies of warriors. From what she had gleaned from context clues, these deep woods were no place for average people. This was a domain of monsters and druids and demons. It was foolish for them to be here at all, and how they had convinced her mark to join up with them was completely beyond her. So, she lay in wait, and she listened.

A pair of stout minks was excitedly chattering away and stumbling over one another to explain something to Aaron. They flanked him almost close enough to touch while he turned his head patiently from side to side to listen. “It’s sort of like a religion, I guess? Trent’s really into it. It can’t work, though. All this body transformation stuff is real dark and off-limits. That’s why it’s so crazy to see someone like you! Like, there must be some way to get around it. I keep hearing rumors the prohibition is wearing off. It’s not like a legal thing. Well, it is, but it’s both, like you literally can’t, so all these Reddit forums of people like ‘whoa I made my dick so big’ are like, bro, it’s illusion magic or ancestral. It’s like, I dunno, jumping up and down and hoping you’ll fly.”

The last one cut in, this one a gray tree squirrel. He seemed older than the other two by a fair margin and also seemed to be the most alert. His nose twitched and he glanced in her direction, but his eyes passed over her natural coloring in the patchy light stretching down from the canopy. “No one is sure whether biologics are ancestral. Some people get born with innate traits. They don’t get arrested, though, ‘cuz the whole reason it’s illegal is that it’s too complicated for a normal person to do safely, but if it’s innate, it’s usually fine. Like some people only need to sleep five hours a night, that kind of thing. Lotta fuckin’ state invasion of privacy, though.” His voice was gruff. He seemed powerfully built and his magic reserves shone brightly to her senses. Should she have him first so he couldn’t prepare for her, or last so she could absorb the others?

Jamie decided that given her disadvantage of numbers, chaos was the best option. In a single, swift motion, she hurled the bolas at ankle level. The party turned towards the sound, but it was too late. The weapon took the squirrel down like grain and sent him tumbling off the path. The two minks immediately scattered despite shouts of warning to stay on the path from the older man. Aaron marked her location immediately. His eyes widened in shock and he gasped, “You.”

His hesitation cost him. Jamie sprang from her hiding place a mere instant after she’d thrown the bolas and tackled his legs out from under him. His long limbs gave his strength a tremendous amount of leverage as they scrambled, but there was a reason she was the hunter and he was the hunted. It didn’t take long before he was bound up, face down on the ground, with an arm twisted behind him and her weight seated on his lower back.

“Yes!” she crowed.

“What are you people?” the gray squirrel snarled. He was working furiously at the cloth binding his ankles together. He was nearly successful before Jamie dragged Aaron over by his leg, caveman style, and picked up the small man by his bound ankles to hold him upside-down. He was willing to be fierce, though. He curled his body up easily and slashed at her wrists with long, sharp claws. Jamie was deft, though, and very good at her hobby of catching people. She jerked her arm up hard, released his ankle, and snatched his wrist as it came near.

“Stay!” she commanded Aaron in a tone that flattened his ears against his skull. She released him, then rapidly overpowered the squirrel and yanked his white shirt and denim jacked up over his head to lock his shoulders out, at the same time effectively declawing him from that end. For his feet, which were just as dangerous, she smirked to herself, ripped the cloth bolas the rest of the way, and shoved his knees apart to mash her enormous groin against his.

“Now,” she purred while her cock flopped onto his bared, thickly muscled torso, “if you were trained at all, you’d know that technically, this gives you the advantage, since you have my hips.” She leaned forward to drag her tongue over his pert, gray nipples. Her breath hitched again as sensation flooded her. Oh, he was going to feel marvelous…

Suddenly, his ankles closed behind her waist and he locked his thighs around her hips. That hard torso crunched heroically to tug the giant wolf-tigress forward off balance, and then one leg came down and the other kicked over, rolling the squirrel up and on top of her despite her size. He shimmied up to keep his weight on her upper chest and get his knees in her armpits before wriggling out of his jacket and shirt.

“Fuck you, lady. I used to literally kill people with jujitsu. They called me No-Gi Phil.”

Jamie was shocked. He had to have weighed half what she did, but he felt like a boulder. She had to get control of his arms before those wicked claws could do damage. His technique was good, but Jamie was a professional. She slid both of them along the forest floor with her heels until she felt his weight start to shift, then shoved with a shout and heaved him off. They scrambled for position while Jamie deftly protected her assets from his claws with quick switches of her hips, but Phil was unable to contend with her massive strength whenever she got a grip, until at last Phil kicked out and was stunned by what he felt.

Jamie yowled in surprise. She was on top of him, barely, and when she pressed herself up on her elbows to see what had happened, her face broke into an enormous grin.

Phil’s desperate kick had stuffed his left leg down to its knee inside the hungry cock between her legs. “Fuck,” he gasped as the fight went out of him.

“You know, don’t you?” she purred as she settled up on her hips, hair draping down in a curtain as she gazed at his heaving body.

He nodded. “Not the first time. Never know if it’s gonna be the last. But I do know it’s damn thoughtful magic. Feel that?”

Jamie nearly squealed with pleasure. He moved his ankle up and down. Sharp claws glided around inside her cock like the inside was oily rubber. There was no purchase, so instead it was a delightful, tickling sensation. The monstrous organ throbbed to life impossibly quick at the promise of another meal.

“And feel this?” She tilted her head and didn’t resist when he got his hands into perfect positions on her shoulders, his free heel on her hip and pushed with all his might. The cock held him like a steel vice. “That magic doesn’t let go. Ultimate predatory shit. Once you’re in… you’re in.”

“Thanks for the lesson,” she murmured as he relaxed. He didn’t fight when she took his other foot and, with a bright sigh, pushed it in alongside the first.

“You’d’ve learned. Can tell y’all aren’t local.”

“How can you already know how this works, from your - mmmhhh - side of the story?”

“Dunno. Just know the best I can do is enjoy it.” Without asking, he clamped both hands to her breasts and squeezed firmly. She growled low, body vibrating with pleasure, as he moved to kneading them, left and right, with powerful arms. He’d fully consigned himself to what was about to happen, she realized. “Was gonna see if I could make those kids be vaguely responsible with their demon-summoning bullshit. Guess you got there before I could make good on it.”

His breathing was deepening. Jamie pressed a palm to his groin and the man gasped. She could feel the stirrings of arousal in him. By now, his thighs were inside her. The texture of the blue jeans wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as the soft fur the other squirrel - Trent, she remembered - had had, but she wondered… She grabbed his hips and pushed down as she thrust forward. The moment his bare abdomen touched the inside lining of her cockhead, she roared in pleasure. Aaron, who had obediently remained on the ground, cringed at the sound, making her grin anew.

Phil, realizing his time was short, opened his mouth around her left breast and nipple to gum firmly at it. Jamie keened with pleasure while he massaged the mound in both hands, even while his lower abdomen slipped away, one row of muscles after the other. He moved to the other one while the broad, flat expanse of his mid abdomen vanished into her still-erecting cock. His torso felt incredible inside her. All that power, all that skill, all for her. Finally, his broad chest stretched her entrance wide and he looked up.

“I do have a lot more questions about what the fuck’s goin’ on here,” he said with the equivalent of a vocal shrug, “but I figure a face full of titties was more important.” With that, he took a deep breath, and voluntarily crunched his abs to pull himself inside her. She gasped again. The willingness itself was a flavor, she realized! She pawed at the outline of his body in her shaft as it slipped down, down, down, and his sharp, wonderfully prickly toes drifted right. She squeezed at his body as it went, until he was curled up in her right nut like the other had been. She felt herself tighten down around him and that magical digestive fluid begin to flow into the chamber.

Her gaze caught Aaron again. “You. Go find the other two. Bring them to me.”

—

From the wolf’s perspective, that command was a weight. It was a physical force that swept into his ears and eyes. Instinct and reflex took hold before thought could rationalize action. He said to himself, “Maybe, she’ll let me go if I find these two hefty martens,” well after he was on his feet and sprinting through the woods after them and far beyond her reach.

And Aaron was fast. Long, powerful legs tore up the distance and agile, fleet reflexes dashed him between trees and over brush. The first rotund mustelid found himself ensnared in one of those powerful, long arms before he realized he wasn’t touching the ground anymore, his tubby legs still flailing at the air many seconds after Aaron had done a hard 180 turn.

“What are you doing?!” he screeched.

“It’s me or you,” he said with a verbal shrug.

“You don’t get it! The things in these woods don’t work by logic! She’ll just use you!”

Aaron sprinted back the way he had come. On the way, visions flickered in his periphery. The wood melted and took strange shapes. He was used to being on “alien” landscapes. He had taken mission after mission from the crew he had fallen in with and every time, bathed himself in their praise and admiration. This planet, or plane, or universe, or whatever, was different, though. It didn’t heed normal physics. He could feel things out there tugging at him, urging him to take slightly different paths, but Aaron was a straight shot. Head down, nose down, he thought. Get away from the distractions. Monsters whelmed the outskirts of the woods, but he leapt across the path, dropped the first mink off on top of Jamie’s back like a sack of grain, and darted after the other in a graceful display.

Why was he obeying her? He could run. He could look for someone versed in communications or transportation and find a way back home. But for all that Jamie was hunting him down, he knew from their brief in-person interactions that she was terrifyingly competent. If anyone was going to find a way out of this situation, it was she. He wasn’t going to do himself any favors by trying to do this solo, and besides, from what he had heard from the tiny, nascent cult he’d fallen in with, they weren’t exactly good, trustworthy people.

He had to pause for just a moment. He’d run at tens of miles an hour through the dense trees while following the scent and suddenly, it had faltered. The trees around him were, unsurprisingly, unrecognizable. Some shot out long needles in conical patterns high above the rest of the canopy. Others spread enormous blankets of dense leaves, ravenous for sunlight and hatefully blocking out light to those below. Strange, prehensile grasses and vines defied this strangulation and made the woods a living place, even though the absence of fauna was conspicuous in a way that kept Aaron’s senses pricked to their highest degree.

So when he heard a shivering sigh, he knew he could spring ten feet without preparation and ensnare the remaining, hopeful cultist from within a cocoon of those strange prehensile vines.

“Why?” he asked, the same as the other.

“Self-preservation. Curiosity. Same as you,” Aaron replied with a dull placidity. The weight of his charge was barely noticeable. Only the bulk bothered him. The squirming didn’t matter because his limbs were so lanky that the body could be easily wrapped in against him. With his prize captures, Aaron sprinted back to where he knew the path to be, despite all the psychic intrusions beckoning him to take detours. Jamie was the way home. Even if she captured him, at least she was a way home.

—

Jamie laughed out loud to herself both times Aaron returned with her prizes. They were hilariously ill-prepared for any contenders, and in response, she didn’t give them the dignity of names or conversation. She merely held the one down by the nape of his neck and stripped him bare until Aaron returned with the second.

“Ah! There. Good.” She flashed a fierce smile. “Whatever these idiots were doing worked incredibly, Aaron. It’s nothing like what we have.” She groaned out loud as the fused sexual pleasure and ravenous hunger snarled deep within her belly and nuts. They bloated by an inch apiece, both now soft after having done away with their meals. It was a heady sensation, to feel so full and to still hunger as much as she did.

Jamie sat down and leaned back on her hands, one still pinning the struggling marten while her cock once again swelled up to its massive proportions. She grinned at Aaron and his catch. “Feed Them to me,” she commanded. A thought occurred to her. Old, primitive religious concepts that somehow survived on certain planets. “They worshipped a lesser god. So now they’ll be part of a greater one.”

She was pleasantly surprised to observe only the faintest stubbornness in the big wolf’s obedience. Her eyes fixated on his loins. Like her, he’d obviously either been born lucky or experimented intelligently with genital enhancements, or both. And beyond that, skies he was hot. One hundred percent lean muscle, built to withstand a power-fucking the likes of which she desperately wanted to give him. She kept her gaze focused on his eyes while he fed the first wriggling catch to her ravenous cock.

Just like with the others, her shaft clamped down on the meal it was offered and sent a pulse of sexual pleasure through her body at its capture. Whiskers twitched inside her to tickle her inner walls. Shoulders stretched her wide, and then soft, broad pecs, belly, hips, and thighs, all sliding inside with Aaron’s obedient effort. It was an engrossing experience. It felt like it stretched on forever, until that twitching, triangular muzzle burrowed its way past the second sphincter and she swallowed, gulping the fat body inside her left nut and listening to the satisfying wet sounds as it joined the massive load she was building from her previous meals.

The squirrel had concerned her, she had to admit. To have familiarity with this type of consumption? As the one being consumed? She’d need to figure out how to make it properly permanent, because now that she had tasted the idea of just… eating someone, and making them into expressions of her own power and pleasure, the idea that they could escape her seemed abhorrent.

She released the second stoat to Aaron’s ministrations. The first was still writhing inside her left nut and making her cock steely with pleasure, which tightened each swallowing sensation. She moaned loudly. Not only did she have nothing to hide here, but displaying herself to Aaron like this was… She laughed at the idea. She did want to attract him. And why shouldn’t she? He. Was. Hers. Her target. Her plaything. Her acolyte. Her priest.

A devilish idea took hold as the unfortunate stoat’s ankles when in, and she yanked hard with her newfound musculature. Aaron’s wrists were sucked down past her first sphincter, making him stumble and come down almost to eye level with her.

She purred the words. “Worship me, Aaron. This place is made for it. Be my acolyte. Serve me well enough, and maybe when we get out of here, we both go free.”

For the morally upstanding, it was a clumsy offering. For Aaron? He was entranced by her eyes. He was cowed by her authority. He was rock-hard in the face of her raw sexuality and charisma. He flexed his hands and fingers inside her shaft and watched as the movements warped her newly enormous flesh.

And he nodded.

With a tremendous effort of will, Jamie released her prisoner’s hands while sucking down the neophyte cultist. She looked at him. He seemed small, now. With the addition of the two squirrels, she had grown maybe six inches in height. Now, these two martens were flowing into her, each twitching and writhing in what she assumed was ecstasy at the thrill of being added to something greater than themselves.

There was a problem with his being small, though. She couldn’t fuck him. It would have been a challenge even before her changes. Now? The gaping hole of her cock, freshly stretched with her double meal, could fit his thigh inside it. If she wanted to claim that lupine ass for her own, he’d need to be enhanced.

The answer, strange as it was, came to her as though critical thought had been obviated. She was a demon, now. A demon of growth and lust and consumption. Aaron was mundane and listless as a stone. The poor idiot had come from her own, magic-bereft plane. She was a newly made goddess, prepared to bequeath her followers with the powers necessary to serve her.

So Jamie stood, lumbered forward, and barreled Aaron to the ground. “You are mine,” she compelled him as she put her entire weight on his torso. Her newly stuffed nuts rumbled loudly as they worked over her prey. Her body swelled on top of him. Aaron grit his teeth and immediately blushed across his cheeks as his body responded to Jamie’s intense sexuality. She purred loudly. “You know these locals are better spent inside me than allowed to roam around, don’t you?”

He nodded slowly. His own impressive length was stiffening under her by the second.

“And you like seeing what they do to me?”

He nodded again, trying not to meet her eyes.

She read his thoughts like they were an open book. “And you know we’re not going back home any time soon, so why not just let this be what it is for now, and you can go back to fleeing capture once we find our way there?” The whole time, she thrust back and forth on him, each one bringing the tip of her huge, drooling cock higher up his body as it swelled with her recent meals. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw the wanted poster. You’re so…”

Jamie sat up on her heels. She dwarfed this man, but even so, his assets couldn’t be denied. He was powerfully built and tight as a whipcord. Freed from her oppressive mass, his cock bobbed up straighter and straighter, itself easily two feet long. She grabbed it in both her hands and squeezed. He let out a high-pitched whine of pleasure.

“Look at this,” she rumbled low to him. “Even if you do run, if we go back, after we’ve eaten up some of this world’s magic, we’ll be hailed as gods.”

“You will be,” he muttered.

“Oh, no,” she said with a flash of teeth. “You’re about the be blessed as my disciple, Aaron. If not a demigod, close enough for our folk. Open wide.” When he at first sat dumbfounded and staring, she growled and said, “Open wide, or I put you down there with the others.” She emphasized that this was, in fact, possible, by hiding the girth of his waist and throat with the girth of her cock and leaning her weight back down on it again.

Easily convinced, Aaron did as he was told. His narrow jaws could barely fit the thing, but he curled his neck and gaped as far as he could. Heedless of sharp teeth and fangs, Jamie plunged forward. The canine’s pearly whites were felt by that marvelously durable cock flesh as a pleasant prickling, like claws combing down one’s spine. She spilled precum down his throat and rutted against his tongue. Dwarfed by her shaft, his canine one throbbed beneath it as she bucked, fast and needy. Her nuts were thrust out behind them on the ground and taut with their respective loads - three entire people converted into her power and hedonic pleasure. Soon, the precum was too much for his throat and began pouring over his chin and onto his throat, which only enhanced their respective pleasure once it made its way through Jamie’s fixated thrusting that it soaked the space between them.

“I’m going to fuck you,” she snarled. “I’m going to make you big enough for me, and then who knows? Then maybe I keep you in my balls as a pet. A cum slave I bring out for special occasions and to let off a load. Or ten.” She rutted in long, careful, ravenous thrusts. Each one indulged in his easy compliance, in his deeply cut abdomen, and in his willing maw and throat. It was a gorgeous cruelty, how easily he gave in after the hours and days and weeks she had spent finding him. It was what she had earned, though. Explanations and physics aside, she had hunted a mark into another entire universe, and he had clocked instantaneously that she was the one in charge, here. Her thrusts quickened and deepened over long minutes, then slowed as she approached climax. The eruption built in her nuts like a roiling thunderhead. It was more than that, though. She could charge it. She could fill it with the essences, the power of those little cultists she had consumed. Using brand new psychic muscles, she pumped them densely into the climax as it built. “Ohh… ohh… open that throat, Jamie. Gonna - make you - huge - fuuuuck!”

She bellowed out her pleasure and came hard enough to slam his head back. She felt the warmth of her own seed shoot down into his belly and start to bloat it. Instantly, the bloat flattened and hardened as Jamie’s body was forced to grow, strengthen, broaden, and restructure itself for her purpose. Gallons poured into him and gallons permeated his body as though his stomach wasn’t even needed to process it. He struggled to fight the flow, but she held him down and only bucked harder, grinning wildly as her seed fueled him.

She could feel it even before the changes were complete. He was gasping for air, drooling her seed over his lips, and she flipped him onto his face and reared back multiple feet to position the head of her still-spurting cock under that beautiful lupine ass. “Mine,” she snarled through gnashing teeth. She knew he would open for her. He had to. What she had made was for her to use. A custom cock sleeve and devotee. She marveled, briefly, at the beautiful contours of his back and his ass while they still struggled to incorporate the power she had blessed him with, and then she practically leapt forward to bury a foot of tiger-wolf cock inside him.

He shouted. She howled out a leonine roar. Another six inches, another, another, another, another, filling his torso like a muscular tube sock. As soon as she could, she grappled at the tops of his shoulders and crammed his body down onto her even harder. “Fuck, Jamie,” she gasped through her own overwhelming pleasure. “I’ve wanted this, so long.” She clamped her jaws down over the crook of his neck so that hot breath poured down his soaked body. “Finally inside you. I can feel your heartbeat. Your ribs. Your throat. You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” he moaned against the dirt.

“Louder!”

“I’m yours!” he shouted, the words cracking as breath was shoved out of him with her heavy, pounding thrusts.

“And if I want your throat, what do you do?” SLAM.

“Open wide,” he whined.

“And if I want your ass, what do you do?” SLAM.

“Beg for it.”

“And if I decide it’s time to churn you into cum and paint this forest with what’s left of you, what do you do?” SLAM.

“Th… th… th…”

“You thank me for the honor of it!” She jammed herself so deep the front of his throat bulged with her cockhead. He strangled out a hoarse sound around it that sounded like assent. She ground against his sternum. His body had begun to change to be as durable as hers as she blessed him with her powers. And so when she finally erupted into him, she didn’t care that it was enough volume to make him look like a water balloon. She howled out her pleasure unstoppably, not caring what else in this woods heard. She grinned ferociously when she felt the power of her pulses of gyzym drive climax out of Aaron unbidden so that his body was bucking under and against and around hers. And then, when it finished, even with as much as she’d cum, her nuts still felt tight with their contents. They sloshed behind her, burbling with need. This was going to take time.

And she took her time. She worked Aaron through every position she knew, without pausing between them. She shoved him into the earth, used him as a sleeve, directed him and commanded him through position after position as she seized her pleasure and shaped him for her needs and her desires. And he, despite himself, cried out again, and again, and again, in echoing ecstasy.

It was hours before she finally let him loose. The sun overhead had begun to dim. They both panted in soaked heaps on the ground, Aaron’s belly grossly distended with what Jamie had done to him and Jamie’s cock flopped carelessly over her shoulder while she laid on her back.

“We gotta… we gotta make a cult, Aaron.”

He nodded mutely, and instead coughed up a glob of her cum.

“We gotta make a giant sex cult. We’ll have these little people jumping inside me. I’ll be a god-queen.”

Another weak nod.

“And you’re first. Get over here. Get in me.”

His ears flattened. She crooked her finger at him lazily. He got to his hands and knees obediently and began to crawl over through the mess of her ferocious, violent lovemaking.

“Good boy.” She took his nape in her hand and pushed his muzzle down into the wide open hole of her cock head. She groaned with the pleasure of the insertion. The muzzle dipped in and out a few times as she teased herself with his face. This was the way, she knew. This was the way to truly own him. To make him a part of her.

After all the cock’s usage, sliding in this new meal was slow, but easy. She stretched effortlessly around his head, round shoulders, and muscular chest. He didn’t resist at all. Lazily, while stretching out her long limbs, she tugged with her new muscles to drink in is sodden body with wet, slurping sounds. She grabbed his asscheeks in both hands and pushed, then “climbed” his thighs and calves, and finally feet to push them down inside herself with a groan. She could feel every texture of him inside her, feel his heartbeat and physique like a flavor. He curled up down within her and her body went to work, but this time, she closed her eyes. She’d melt him down, yes, but later - maybe days later, maybe weeks - she’d let him back out. Reshaped in her image. Molded to be her pet. Her nuts growled away over their fifth meal hungrily, never sated but always pleasured by a meal.

Jamie lay back again. It was going to be good, this world. It was going to be very, very good for her. This was just the beginning. She was ten feet tall and had sex-deity powers. This. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, this was only the beginning.