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Isola Raptura

Ratty and Addicting

By Von Krieger

Panty Anarchy had followed along with her surname and engaged in some rather lawless behavior. Isola Raptura was a wonderful vacation destination for a fallen angel filled with lust and strange fetishes to really get in touch with her particular perversions. But for all the Pleasure Island-esque park handed out sex, drugs, rock 'n roll, and vandalism to its visitors on a silver platter, there were still things that were off limits.

And the vacationing ghost hunter had snuck into the parts of the park where they were doing research, had a little bit of fun with the test subjects, and maybe she engaged in a little bit of larceny on her way out. Okay, she definitely had engaged in larceny on the way out.

What else did they expect with a tank full of glowing rainbow slurry with so many lovely mutagenic hazard warnings on it? For some curious illicit passerby to not grab somebody's thermos out of the fridge, dump out the milkshake (that had brought zero boys to the yard), and then fill it with the equally delicious looking transformative goo?

Panty's namesake were already severely dampened just thinking about it. The thrill of the unknown, but not quite the sort of unknown where you could take a wrong step and go careening to your death off of some metaphorical cliff. No, Isola Raptura had rules (unlike other transformative theme parks that Panty was not going to mention) about what took place upon its shores.

You'd turn into a rat, a donkey, or a raptor, always. There was always an aspect involved with one of those three key critters that comprised the park's mascot and were sported by all of its staff (and also a significant number of park goers that stayed in the park for longer than 24 hours). There could be something else added on, usually of a sinful, demonic nature that Panty enjoyed, but there was always one of the three present, even if it was something as simple as getting a big floppy donkey dick.

She ducked into one of the park's restrooms just off the exit of Ratptor Rapids, the water ride having pretty much zero riders at this time of night. There was a cute donkey boi who had been too lazy to get off the ride and had been jerking himself off while looking at his fellow park goers in swimsuits all day, and his cock and balls had swollen to the point where he was stuck in the inner tube, too lazy to call for help, and too caught up in the pleasure of his massive dick to really care. No surprises that technically now it was a white water rapids ride.

Isola Raptura's bathrooms were weird in that they were in a state of being both well kept and clean, but also trashed. All kinds of things were scrawled on the walls, the stalls had duct taped glory holes, and in what was probably the biggest miracle the fallen angel had ever seen, the toilet paper rolls were actually soft and absorbent rather than being indistinguishable from whatever they stuffed shoes with in shoe stores.

Panty admired her reflection in the mirror, the smokin' hot blonde angelic babe in her trademark red dress and shoes.

"Alright," she said to her reflection, "Let's see just how much of ya will be stickin' around by the end of the night."

She removed the cup cover of the thermos and then the lid itself. The rainbow goo within still bubbled, shifted, writhed, and changed colors like it was some kind of a living thing. The fallen angel licked her lips and brought it to her mouth.

"Just a lil sip to begin with. Don't wanna overdo things."

She opened her mouth, she closed her eyes, she took a drink. It didn't affect her knowledge of day and night, nor did she have a sudden urge to kiss everything in sight. But as the mysteriously fruit-flavored substance slid down into her stomach Panty damn near orgasmed instantaneously as a tail suddenly shot straight out of her ass, tearing the backside of her dress apart.

The long, semi-prehensile appendage swayed back and forth behind her, the surface slick and wet, dripping a sort of translucent slime. It was as if the tail had been locked away inside her body this whole time and it was only now with the help of the goo that she'd been able to bring it out into the open where it was always supposed to be, and yet somehow never was.

Leaving the container on the counter, Panty hiked up a leg, swinging her new tail down between her legs. She ground her cotton-clad crotch against the textured length of her rat-like tail. Oh fuck, her pussy felt so needy, and her tail felt so good. It was like she'd grown an entirely new sex organ, and it throbbed like one too.

Panty's new addition wasn't a one and done, it was continuing to change as the slime dripped away and it dried off. It was almost throbbing as it thickened and lengthened. She pulled her panties off and tossed them aside, after all she didn't need to shoot anything anytime soon. It didn't matter what walked through that bathroom door, the way she currently was she'd jump anything that came through, no matter how dangerous, with the intent of fucking her sudden need away.

The sensation began to feel better and better with both tail rubbing against pussy and pussy rubbing against tail, it was almost like Panty was jerking off. But instead she was basically trying to saw her pussy in half with her own needy tail.

The skin of it continued to change even as it bloated outwards, looking like something more at home on a lizard or a salamander rather than a rat, and it was growing even more scaly. The skin was rapidly hardening and forming into bumps and lumps, but they weren't smooth, but rather rough. Like they were halfway between scales and warts. And they weren't even, either.

Some of the bumps were bigger than others, dominating their environment compared to the smaller scales surrounding them. In particular were a line of uneven, misshapen lumps in the center. Looking in the mirror the fallen angel could see them creeping up her spine, distorting the back of her dress.

She gasped as they suddenly parted, each of the central lumps having a pointed, bony spine erupting from the center. They dripped with slightly greenish, translucent goo, as if they'd been lodged deeper inside of her than the tail and brought along a little bit of stuff along with them from deep within her lustful core.

Just one sip had felt so good, what would it feel like if she drank a little bit more? What would happen next? She wanted to savor her changes, enjoy the moment, wring out every last drop of sexual bliss that she could from her illicit auto-experimentation.

Her pussy throbbed, her tail throbbed, and despite all her frantic sawing, rubbing, and stroking Panty found herself no closer to climax than when she'd begun. Her warty-like scales, her lumps, and her pustule-like spines grew just a tiny bit more with each throb. Every single inch of her new appendage and altered back taunting her with what would surely be an absolutely ogasmic release that would cover every inch of her additions and alterations if she could just figure out how to cum.

Her tail was thicker than her legs now. Her big, hefty, fat tail probably accounted for about a third of her weight now, and that was still slowly ratcheting up by the second. It was weird and hideous, but it also felt so fuckin' good, and that made it super duper sexy in Panty's book regardless of what it looked like.

Dammit! She was stuck somehow and even sucking on the tip of her tail and deep throating it didn't help. Sure, it felt great, the rough texture of her skin on Panty's lips, tongue, and throat was strange and unfamiliar, but also unfathomable erotic. She imagined it was something like trying to suck off a tree branch, except if the tree branch was flesh and not wood, and also some kind of new sex organ, except also not.

Okay, maybe another sip wouldn't hurt. She took one and then attempted to puzzle out what exactly the fruit flavor was. Had this sip been different flavored than the last one? It was definitely some kind of fruit, but not one that she could pin down. She was pretty sure that it was one she'd tasted before, but it wasn't anything modern.

But all thoughts of that were left behind the moment the thick liquid hit her stomach and it felt like she'd just pleasurably ejected her whole reproductive system out of her cunt and then had it rebound upward and impact her chest so hard that her tits inflated.

Her dress was in absolute tatters now and rather than a pair of shapely breasts she had a big, bloated singular mass. Like her tail, it was wet and sticky and she immediately began massaging and caressing her newest addition as it was also another thing that was like a brand new sex organ.

Okay, so it felt like her tits had inflated because they had. The damned things jutted out maybe half again as far as they were supposed to and had also spread out. But they didn't quite feel like flesh on the inside. More like they were sacks filled with something rather than fatty, milk-dispensing mammaries. And they were continuing to grow, continuing to spread outward, and also beginning the twitch and throb.

Her breasts were continuing to swell from side to side and up and down, creeping upwards more and more to encroach upon her clavicles and make something that was even more shelf-like than the most massive, ridiculously oversized breasts. Her tits were smashing together tighter and tighter and it felt so good that Panty couldn't help but aid them on their journey. She shoved and squeezed as if she were trying to knead them together into one singular homogenous mass.

And to her simultaneous horror and arousal they did just that. The flesh and muscle had shifted beneath her skin to create something strange and new upon the top of her torso. It wasn't exactly one big breast, it was more like a mantle of squishiness and bloat that wrapped around her body from immediately below her neck to immediately above her diaphragm. She couldn't quite lower her arms to the degree she could before as her new chest wrapped a bit around towards her back, and she could also feel new muscles that reached back there as well. They reminded her of the muscles she had for her wings while in her angelic form, except these didn't quite connect to anything of the sort. Maybe they were a reflection of her fallen, angel state, meant to symbolize atrophied wings in favor of embracing lustful depravity.

Nah. Monoboob squish fun.

There was something in there that she could feel sloshing around as she rubbed and groped and squeezed. Her nipples had gone immediately erect and they'd started to change color and darken into an off-red shade of brown. It was like something was pushing its way out of her and Panty watched with mouth agape (which resulted in a bit of green slime drooling out of her mouth and onto her chest) as her nipples cracked and tore apart.

Within moments her nipples were gone and replaced with lumpy, warty scales that were even redder than the nipples that replaced them had been. The fallen angel couldn't help but moan and caress her mutated monoboob, the corrupted scales spreading over her grotesquely plump chest. She could feel bones and muscle deep down in there, but for the most part her new addition seemed to be a great big sack full of fluid.

She gripped one hand with the other and slammed her united fists down upon her chest and had a moan of absolute bliss lost into a disgusting gurgle as a torrent of green slime erupted from her mouth and splattered all over the mirror, the sinks, the countertop, the floors, and she was pretty sure she'd even managed to hit the ceiling and the stalls behind her. She had a big, weird goo sack instead of breasts.

It was repulsive. It was revolting. It was absolutely aberrant and hideous as the scaly, bumpy reddish scales spread over it. Thankfully there were no sharp spines or quills or whatever they were, but there were still those big, weird places that had one scale bloat to several times the size of its neighbors to become something tumescent and tumorous.

Whereas Panty had had just two big, sensitive lumps on her chest now she seemed to have dozens. Each seemingly more sensitive than the last. Fuck, her scales felt so much more sensative and pleasurable than her nipples had ever seen, and now they covered her entire chest from side to side rather than a pair of points that formed a right angle with her spine.

The fallen angel wiped her mouth with one hand and the mirror with the other. Her lower lip had bloated outward and become so fat and swollen that it could no longer support its own weight and hung down. But this revealed that something else had changed and now Panty's upper incisors had suddenly transformed during the deluge of slime.

"*slurp* What tche futch?" she slurred as she continued to drool slime. She had a giant pair of rodent-like buck teeth that dwarfed the lower set and stuck out clearly due to the presence of her drooping lower lip. Her lips had also changed color as well. They weren't the mix of brown and red that seemed to be headed increasingly towards red that her slime sack and tail sported, but rather they were the angry, inflamed red of a festering wound. Except that they didn't hurt, it was the opposite really.

Panty reached down to grab the tip of her tail so that she could suck on it as she stroked her slime sack, except that she noticed a new addition as well as an aching absence. She couldn't feel her achy, needful pussy anymore. In fact, she couldn't feel anything in that area at all.

Not that she'd stopped aching with agonizing sexual need and a hot, deep pressure that absolutely, positively needed to burst so that she could enjoy blissful release. But it wasn't inside of her anymore. It was outside of her. Hanging down between her legs and atop her tail, as a matter of fact.

Panty had grown a cock and balls before, but this was not them. She was looking at a pair of bulges that extended out of her tail like a pair of softballs that had somehow gotten wedged beneath the skin. And instead of a soft, mostly empty sack to contain them, she instead had a lumpy leathery membrane stretched over them. And just in front of them was an oddly smooth, slightly rounded area where most of the sensation that reminded her of what her pussy had felt now resided.

She rubbed the smooth roundness, a strange oasis of flatness in a sea of lumps, bumps, scales, and warts. It felt nice, but not mind-blowing. But when she got to those orbs? Oh boy. They definitely weren't testicles, though they were obviously something analogous because touching them and caressing them shot bolts of pleasure through her crotch, her tail, and up into her spine. But whatever the hell they were, they weren't a pair of pansy-ass balls that made you curl up and weep if they got the slightest tap.

Panty was almost frantically pounding on the new growths and giggled at the idea of "pound-ering her orbs." These weird new organs were almost parodies of the original, organs for sex and pleasure that had violence baked right in.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How much more could she take? How much more would her body change before she could actually cum? She drooled thick, slick slime onto her trio of bulges frantically rubbing and caressing the throbbing orbs. They were closer to the size of basketballs now and they were definitely meant to be sex organs as Panty dry humped the air as she mauled her altered groin.

Rather than a sip this time, she took a big gulp from the thermos. Again the flavor was familiar but out of reach of her memory to actually seize upon and once again it was like it was a completely different, though very similar mysterious fruit flavor. The thick liquid seemed to sink, down, down, down, passing not only through her stomach, but into her loins, and then down each of her legs.

She could see it happen as her belly bulged outward, her hips and ass swelled with new bulk, and her legs began to thicken in order to better support all the additional mass that was being stacked up top. Somehow they were both shrinking but also getting bigger. It was like they were compressing and getting thicker, becoming something short and stocky, but not only maintaining their length, but getting even longer.

But her momentary bafflement was brushed aside as her feet exploded out of her shoes. The buckles of her straps shot across the room and clattered as they settled on the floor. The shoe itself ruptured as they couldn't attempt to contain the three fat, pink-purple taloned toes that now resided at the ends of Panty's feet. Deprived of support due to the loss of structural integrity, the heels collapsed.

But instead of Panty's feet falling flat to the floor she remained standing with the familiar feeling of having a portion of her weight supported by the back of her foot. She no longer required shoes to have stiletto heels, as the back of her foot now sported a sharp, downward jutting spike. She wasn't quite sure what to deem it, was it a spike, a heel, a talon, a claw, maybe even a blade?

Just standing was giving her something of an erotic sensation as she wiggled and adjusted as her toes and feet continued to change and grow until they looked ridiculously oversized at the end of her legs. Even though they were thicker they still weren't big enough to be in scale with her big, stompy feet. It was like she was wearing the feet from a mascot outfit without the rest of the costume. But they didn't help her need to cum!

Panty gulped down another mouthful, with yet another maddeningly out of reach fruit flavor that was different from the other three that preceded it, and yet also somehow the same. It was right on the tip of her brain. Something she'd tasted thousands of years ago. Maybe some ancient, primitive fruit that wasn't around anymore?

This gulp sank like a rock down her throat and through her belly. It felt like it was ricocheting around inside of her and it pushed her belly outward, replacing her trim tummy with a bit of a paunchy. But like the previous it split in two at her loins and then shot down her legs. But it didn't go all the way down to her feet. Bones cracked as her shins shortened and all those fiddly little bones that she'd never learned the names of in her feet lengthened. Now she was standing on the tips of her toes like a proper beast and if it were any other time, she'd have orgasmed so hard at the sight of it.

But her ability to cum was stubbornly locked up inside of her, even as her legs, thighs, hips, and ass bloated up to join a significant portion of the rest of her in throbbing thiccness and redness. The scaly, warty parts of her skin were now more red than brown and kind of gave off a dirty, demonic vibe. The rough, scaly skin of her tail, her feet, and her crotch (which she supposed was actually now part of her tail) gleefully spread onto her fat, round hips, and bloated, bulbous ass.

More of those big, fat pustules that grew along her spine appeared, this time adorning the front of her hips and just above her knees. They erupted into bone-colored blades, sharp and dangerous looking. But that didn't matter as the goo still refused to give her anything that would allow Panty to finally achieve the sweet, blissful release she not merely craved, not merely desired, but needed.

She needed to cum. Everything was pushed aside by her sexual desire, it was like every inch of her being had been laid bare, all the extra bits cut off and discarded, and now what was left was an unceasing, relentless, unending desire for cum and climax.

"Pleashe." Panty slurped, eyes tearing up as she looked in the mirror. Her face had changed again, her nose was beginning to have the skin darken and bloat not only outward but to the sides as well. Her upper lip had bloated to match the bottom and now her mouth could close again, but it looked more like a sick parody of a cupid's bow than anything actually sexy and exciting.

Every drop of the mysterious experimental drink brought Panty down further and further into becoming some kind of hideous parody of sexuality and femininity. She watched as coloration appeared on her face in a parody of makeup. Her already made up eyelashes grew more, becoming mockingly thick and full, her eyes outlined by bruise-black lines in a way that made her gaze inhuman instead of alluring.

"Pleashe." she repeated and slammed down another slug of the goo.

She had to quickly dart back from the bathroom counter and leave the thermos behind, because this shot skipped her belly and went straight down her arms. Bubblegum pink talons erupted from her fingertips and her ring fingers devoured their smallest neighbors, while her thumbs, middle, and pointer fingers were suddenly jealous of their united neighbor and began to grow in response.

For a few moments Panty stood there with her stupidly big, almost cartoon-like mitts, just staring at them. But then her arms joined in on the fun. Matching the spike on her heel, a massive blade-like spike burst free of each of the fallen angel's elbows, splattering the area with even darker slime.

Soon she had arms to match her hands and she could barely meet her own gaze in the mirror. She looked ridiculous, idiotic. Her tiny human head looked so fuckin' stupid on this fat, bloated, bumpy body. And yet she couldn't stop, she couldn't prevent herself from continuing. Why wouldn't the stupid goo give her what she wanted? Just one little orgasm! It wasn't too much to ask! It made the fallen angel spittin' mad.

And spit she did, tightening her slime sack and gushing forth a deluge of slime that absolutely coated the walls and ceiling of the bathroom in a sick parody of the gushing climax she desired. It had felt good, it had felt so stupidly, stupidly good to gush her grotesque goo all over everything.

Maybe this was why it was experimental.

Maybe Panty would never be able to cum again.

Her eyes widened and she stared in horror at the bulges between her legs. The upper one had remained at basketball size, but had pressed further outward, while the other two were still sporting that shrink-wrapped with leather look, but were now the size of beachballs.

Like any hot-blooded modern girl, she spent a lot of time playing with herself to images she'd seen on the internet. But this wasn't fantasy, this was real life, and having what she was starting to fear was a null bulge sucked. That was the exact opposite of what she wanted!

She wanted to spend every moment in gooey, erupting, gush, ecstatic bliss! Her body throbbing, twitching, and seizing as she moved in endless, repeating, blissful climaxes! She needed to fuck and fuck and fuck and cum and cum and cum, this was the complete anathema of what she was as a creature, the exact opposite of what had gotten her unceremoniously punted out of Heaven for.

Panty drew in enough of the liquid to make her cheeks inflate to the point where it made her reflection look kind of hamster-like. She held it in her mouth for a few moments, her sixth sample of the substance retained. A different yet similar flavor once again. It wasn't something that she'd tasted in Heaven, but on Earth. Long, long ago. What the fuck was it?

She was on the verge of remembering, but her train of thought was derailed as she suddenly had something growing from her cheeks. She gulped the goo down out of instinct and not wanting to waste a drop. Long, fleshy whiskers began to emerge from her nose and cheeks, red and leathery. Fleshy, leathery tendrils that reminded her of catfish whiskers or those similar looking bits you saw sometimes on those more noodle-shaped dragons.

Not only that but her face felt weirdly soft and pliable, and she watched it form into a weird, tentacle-adorned murine muzzle. Short and blunt, kind of mouselike, and yet not. Her eyes widened, not merely in expression, but because they too were getting bigger, along with the rest of her head. Particularly her ears.

She'd always hated human ears. They looked so fucking stupid with their weird, cartilaginous whorls that seemed mostly good for producing zits and earwax. Red, scaly skin flowed up her neck to meet her ears and they began to ache and throb and stretch outward. Not into fat, bulbous, blobby things, but instead thick, jagged, leathery sails. Smooth on top, but strangely scalloped underneath. Despite their large size and somewhat rounded nature, they looked less rodent-like and more like something at home on a dragon or a gremlin.

This time the goo had taken its time. Slowly, torturously slithering down her gullet and down into her belly. It oozed around almost mockingly, giving her a fat, bloated gut that almost reached the point where it jutted out as far as her slime sack. She couldn't see anything below her waist anymore, even if she squished her weird goo-filled uni-tit down as far as possible (which made a cascade of thick, green, lubricating slime ooze down onto her chest, belly, and bulges).

And then her bulge began to swell, began to subtly change shape and press outward. Panty had seen enough furry art to know what a sheathe was, and she was pretty damned sure that she was sporting one. The sensation from her upper bulge now began to match the lower two, and then not only match, but exceed it.

In a body that was increasingly feeling like one big sex organ, her groin-orb was actually starting to feel like a proper sex organ again. It felt so good to rub with her slick, slimy hands. Not merely rub, but grope, caress, and fondle. But like her balls, her bulge wasn't quite any standard sex organ and Panty found herself lashing out at it, taking her frustrations both standard and sexual out on her swelling, pulsating groin.

She outright dug her claws into the (comparatively) soft skin, tearing and gouging and pinching and twisting. There was no pain, but rather so much pleasure. She slammed it against the corner of the nearby stall dividers, her bloated body now nearly eight feet tall and far, far more hefty than the lovely little angel that had originally walked into the bathroom. The metal tore, the stall divider fell, and Panty found herself ripping the metal toilet paper dispenser out of the stall and using it to pummel her sweet, blissful bulge.

The fallen angel launched herself groin first at the porcelain stool, shattering it into a million pieces and spraying a continuous tide of water across the room, diluting the slime. She pounded and thrust against the jagged shards, nothing able to penetrate her thick, leathery, scaly hide, not the tiniest instance of pain to be found. Everything brought her pleasure now.

She could feel it now, feel the pressure within starting to build, the growing frantic sexual bliss that had continued to build and build and build to obscene, absolutely intolerable levels. She lashed out with her arms and legs, slammed her tail against the ground, and butt her head against the wall hard enough to feel her skull give way.

Except it didn't hurt. Instead it felt great. She hit the wall again. And again. And again. She could feel something pushing outward with each blow she inflicted upon herself. The tile cracked, the drywall broke, and then all of a sudden the sensation got even better as whatever Panty had been trying to shove out of the depths of her skull erupted into the open.

She spun and looked into the mirror, a horrific mockery of a face looking back at her. A tiny pea of a head atop a bulbous, mountainous demonic looking rat-monster body. A pair of horns now jutted from Panty's temples, unlike the rest of her body they weren't bloating or throbbing, but rather like they were sliding out from a hidden place within her body.

Oh. Oh! OH!

Panty's realization hit a moment before her orgasm did. She knew what the flavor was. She knew where she'd tasted it. Just like she knew that there was only one last unnamable fruity flavor left for the rainbow goo to reveal. Once, long ago, she'd sampled something that had been forbidden. Not to her though, to somebody else. Her creator's newest creations. They'd been expressly forbidden from sampling the fruits upon the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. But Panty had not.

Seven flavors. Seven varieties. Seven things that were different, and yet deep down were somehow the same.

Seven deadly sins.

Panty's long-desired climax brought her no joy, however. It felt good, but there was nothing to it. No style. No substance. It wasn't filling, wasn't satisfying, it wasn't soothing. It felt like empty calories and junk food. There was something more out there. Something better. Something that she craved, something that she desired, something that she properly, well and truly LUSTED after.

She picked up the thermos, opened her mouth, and stuffed the entire thing in. She wasn't sure why she'd been created with a gag reflex in the first place, but somewhere along the line it had been lost along with the rest of the things that had made up her human-mimicking form. She watched the bulge travel down a neck that after her little rampage of scenery shattering carnage had extended several inches.

The thermos landed in her belly and exploded like a bomb. The reason for her thick, stocky, oddly short looking leg became apparent as Panty's weight doubled, tripled, quadrupled in an instant as her belly surged outward and her bulges surged upward, uniting to create the most ridiculous, exaggerated, cartoonish exaggeration of a pear shaped body.

A sick, grotesque parody of femininity. Breasts that weren't breasts. Spined hips that were meant for war and not childbearing. A bloated sexual organ that was a parody of the male form and yet could take a pounding worse than any human pussy that had ever existed upon planet Earth.

Panty's body was now as red as her dress had been. Her lips were a lush mockery of a puckered kiss the color of a diseased wound. Her fingers and toes were tipped with talons painted the most garish tone of pink possible in an obscene parody of polished feminine nails. Her broad, bulbous chest contained not nourishing milk, but an unended ocean of sickly sweet smelling slime. There was nothing within her fat, obscene rounded belly that was even close to something that would support and nurture any seeds of life that would be planted within. And as if to act as a final slap in the face to anybody looking upon this monstrous demonic mockery of womanhood there was a bloated, ever-twitching, ever-throbbing set of near spheres that were far more violent in nature that even the most "women have innocent moon goddess petals while men have violent penetrating doom-shafts" type loon could imagine in her worst nightmares.

And then a slit opened upon her uppermost bulge and slime so dark of a green that it was black oozed forth and something vile and terrible slithered free at long last from the deepest, darkest depths of the fallen angel's soul. It was longer and thicker than Panty's tail had been at the start, and was rapidly growing even bigger. A disgusting, glistening length of tentacle the size of a tree trunk.

Panty didn't just stroke it, she attacked it. She mauled it. She dropped onto her bloated, monstrous ass as she stabbed at it with the blades on the back of her feet, she mashed it against the spines on her hips, she ripped at it with her talons.

And it felt just as good as she'd always imagined, always dreamed, this was it. This was what all her lust and desire had been bringing her towards. Everything else had been a cruel, empty, lifeless imitation of REAL sex. This was her true sex organ, her true self, hidden deep within her own soul and cruelly denied to her by her creator. This was her real shape, her true form, what she had always been meant to be, and yet she'd been contained within a skin of lies and deception.

Panty ceased holding back and gleefully drooled slime over her corpulent form. Even more throbbing, scaly tumors began to adorn her body and more bony spikes slid free from their pustulant homes on random portions of her body.

This was why sex came to her so easily.

This was why mass destruction, carnage, and collateral damage was as easy as breathing.

This was what she was, sex and violence united in one, combined into a single vile, profane act.

She frantically and violently masturbated, abusing her quasi-phallus for all it was worth. It was just like the rest of her, roughly textured, scaly, with random fat bumps and even a few spines, and an occasional claw, tooth, or horn in miniature.

It was like you took cancer, poured it into a blender, and then poured it into a tentacle that fucked a tree branch and birthed a slightly less unholy abomination that she was. This was not an organ made for lovemaking. This was an organ made for hatefucking.

Panty met her own red glowing gaze in the mirror as her not-cock let loose with a lazy, goopy jet of rainbow goo, of concentrated and purified sin. Just as her cock continued to slither and stretch outward, now freed from the depths of her black and disgusting soul, so too did Panty's neck join along in the fun.

Her whiskers were joined by several new arrivals and they continued to lengthen and twitch. She could even move them around now and she grinned to show off a mouth full of wretched, misaligned fangs. She opened her terrible maw and beheld that she now had three rows of teeth of varying sorts, though her rat-like incisors remained from and center and looking as sharp and cutting as ever.

As she admired her maw, her lower jaw began to push outward, giving her a momentary underbite and a strange sort of overly long chin. With her bulbous nose, her upper lip was actually indented several inches from the rest of her face.

Her long, blonde hair remained. But with each thrust of her cock, each surge of length in her neck, her head had begun to finally swell outward as well. Panty watched with rapturous delight as the last aspects of her pathetic, human-imitating self faded away.

Soon what had been long, luscious locks upon a human-sized head was little more than a slime-slicked mane that filled the gaps between a crown of horns that sported alternating pink and maroon bands and slime-dripping, serrated spines.

Panty's ears joined in the fun, abandoning all pretenses of ear-dom and becoming something else. It was as if they were a bit plant-like themselves, a canopy of frills with spiked, scalloped edges above, and then trailing down her skull with a translucent bruise-black membrane on each side that meandered from spike to spike and flared out at the top of her back like something akin to a cobra's hood.

Panty would never fly again. But flight was for creatures that would run away, to hide. She had nothing to hide anymore. She had literally bared her soul to the world. There was nothing that could hurt her anymore, because she didn't feel pain, she couldn't be broken, she couldn't be pierced. Whatever you did to her, it would be sweet, it would be sexual, and it would be bliss.

The ex-angel used the mysterious muscles she'd felt with the growth of her slime sack earlier and used them to flap her frills. Though flap was the wrong word, as inside they burst forward like two sides of a bear trap, their jagged and misaligned nature allowing them to snap together in front of her.

Too bad they were too high up to catch her demi-dick.

She could feel a new pressure building, not in her loins, but in her face. She could feel the last of her changes coming and she wanted it. She wanted it almost as much as she wanted to cum.

"Fusche off, schlupid anshel." (Fuck off, stupid angel) Panty slurred through her mouthful of slime and saliva before she shuddered with the strange, obscene pleasures of a body that had effectively become one titanic sex organ sporting an even more sexual sex organ where its sex organs ought to be.

"Fusche, fusche, fusche, fusche, fusche!" the ex-angel moaned as she jerked and stroked and clawed and caressed and mauled herself, "Wlantsh to cum sho bad, wlantsh to shee mah troo fashe!" (Want to cum so bad, want to see my true face!)

She brought a hand up to stroke her neck, to claw at it, to jerk it off like it was a dick. Because in a way it kind of was. Every part of her body now was basically a big, lumpy, throbbing cock. Slime dripped from her lips and maw as if it were some kind of slimy, green precum.

"Feelsh sho good, gonna cum from mah mouf." she said with a squelching giggle and she felt the potential for change building up in her face. She was almost ready, almost done, she could feel it.

Panty's tongue lolled from her mouth and kept lolling. She watched in delight as it turned the same pestilent black-green as her cock, and delighted as she saw warts and scales form upon it. She shoved it into the slit at the tip of her member.

The texture and the flavor were both sinfully delicious and with a roar Panty's cock and neck surged outward to attain their final few inches and her deformed, mouse-like muzzle that had been twisted and distorted by her uneven alterations suddenly tore free from her face and splattered the mirror with a tide of rainbow-hued slime.

She didn't need it anymore. Panty knew exactly what she looked like. She had been stripped of everything except the barest and most essential aspects of her soul. How could she not know what she looked like? How could she not know what she was? How could she not be intimate with each and every atom of her being. How could she not be proud of her thick, draconic snout, her large, potentially fuckable nostrils, every single one of her dozens of warped, twisted, jagged teeth?

She gnawed and chewed and ravaged her dick. Every moment bringing her closer and closer to what she'd always desired, what had always been denied her. What she'd never be able to achieve on her own. She had been incomplete, an empty vessel that could never truly be filled, as its contents were locked away with a subtle twist of her soul.

This was why, long ago, her people had greeted her creator's creations with the words "Be not afraid."

Panty Anarchy threw back her head and roared as she truly climaxed for the first time.

Oh fuck, it was so beautiful.

The chaotic shimmer of rainbow colors as she came iridescent, glowing, liquid evil. Seven colors. Seven sins. A perverse rainbow of vileness, depravity, and filth.

This was why it had been experimental.

This had been what Isola Raptura had been trying to capture.

What she'd consumed had been an imitation. This was the real thing.

The eldritch horror tightened her slime sack and let her lust pour forth from her maw. Suck it Envy, Greed was the color of Lust now.

Yes. This was what she was meant to do. To cover the world in liquid lust and sin, and she would do just that.

Panty dropped onto all fours, rolling around in the sin-slime to make sure that she was nice and gooey. She wanted to make sure that anybody she met along the way got to enjoy her at her absolute worst, her most disgusting, her most wretched, hideous, and slimy.

She'd show them. She'd show everyone.

She'd drag everybody's inner demons out into the light, kicking, screaming, and cumming.

The demon-dragon-rat ran her tongue over her muzzle's lush, rubbery, warty lips.

It was time the world got to meet the REAL Panty Anarchy.