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(F Vagina Expansion, Clit, BE, TF) Selteran is a mid-sized town, though you could mistake it for a tiny town, because it is spread over such a large area. There can be quite a gap between buildings. It is also at quite a crossroads- situated in a huge valley, between the roots of many mountains that divide the more mystically-inclined southern kingdoms from the north. The magically adept kingdom of Faelor is the closest to their south, but on the opposite edge of the huge mountain range. Aside from a few barely noticeable villages and the huts of hermits dotted around the peaks- Selteran is the only sizable establishment IN the mountain range. So, it had its share of people passing through, as the only stop on the only trade route between north and south. Liala is a Fae woman, pale peach toned skin and translucent oval shaped insectoid wings behind her- colourless normally but prismatic when the light refracts off them. Her eyes are blue, but so pale and diffused they look grey instead. Her hair is dark brown and in wild, loose curls. Taller than most of the men even in this town- simply because Fae are naturally a taller race than humans, her frame is still quite lithe, including her breasts which are a barely noticeable B cup in size... though she doesn’t bother wearing a bra in the first place. Still fairly young (for a Fae), rather than simply pass through town on the way to somewhere grander and more ‘worthy’ of her kind, she settled down here, making a living doing odd jobs using her magic, something Selteran greatly lacks in, despite its proximity to a magical empire. There are magic enthusiasts though- a coven of four women... well, five now; once they learned of a Fae in town, they immediately dragged her in, wanting to learn from her, since Selteran’s library is... lacking. It was flattering to have the other four women following her like lost sheep, always looking to Liala to check their work or teach them new runes. Ambrosia is an ivory skinned beauty with platinum blonde hair and pastel blue eyes- one could mistake her visage for an angel. And yet the men in town would turn their noses up at her for woman with fatter udders. Ambrosia’s endowments are even smaller than Liala’s at a paltry A cup. Even if she took her top off you’d barely notice them- but they do still jiggle a tiny bit when she moves about. Flat or not- she is gorgeous, so her difficulty in finding a date is just insulting- to all women. Then there is Emily who is admittedly loud- and has scared off a few boys that way. She has difficulty controlling her energy level, and thus also her volume, and tends to accidentally say the quiet part out loud. C cup breasts, hips almost double the width of the rest of her, and thighs that could crush a pumpkin between them. Pale, diffused brown skin, moss green eyes and bob cut black hair. Emily has had a few boyfriends but lost them all either by embarrassing them with her volume, or arguing with them when it came to sex. That is something she shares with Tammy. Tammy is a petite little thing which makes her C cups look bigger on her than they actually are in comparison. A bit of a softer frame with a slight tummy, she is cute, a little soft, and busy- so she had no problem finding men. Her problem was instead keeping said men, because they only seem interested in getting off in her rather than WITH her. Once they shoot, they tap out, and leave Tammy to deal with her own bits. So one after the other, she dumped them. But now has run out of all local options. Finally there is Jezebel- peach toned skin but usually tanned a pale bronze because she works on a ranch, out in the fields most of the day. Because of that, she is usually dressed in gender neutral, often dirty and sweaty stuff. Because she mostly hangs around animals- isn’t particularly good at communicating with humans. So like Ambrosia- the men just overlook her entirely. Wears a dark brown ponytail to her mid-back, her eyes are almost the same identical brown. She is fairly tall and thanks to ranch work- pretty muscular for a woman, with tight abs. But she also often has chipped nails, cuts and scuffs on her, and half the time her hair is mussed up- loose strands escaping her ponytail going this way and that. They never admitted that to Liala though- the Fae had to figure that out on her own over a couple of weeks of being in their coven. The reason for its formation was all four of them are fed up with men... which means their end-goal in magic... was pleasure. They aimed to replace men with magic. Not that Liala minded- there is certainly magic for that, yes. Not particularly easy to pull off though. Lia can do it easily but, that is because she is a Fae; she is double the age of the other women despite her appearance, and was practically born with a magic tome in her hand. The problem with the sort of magic they were hunting is that- transforming their physical body requires intimate understanding of how both the original and the transformed state work, in order to not fuck it up. They could also just force-inject pleasure into their system using magic, but the issue with that is- they need to channel it. If they orgasm, there is a good chance they will lose whatever concentrative ability they had, and thus break the channelling and abruptly end their pleasure. They could create a custom toy to inscribe the magic on instead so the toy would channel it- but that both requires they pay for a smith to forge their toy, and also inscription runes are not the same as standard casting runes- they need to lean a whole new set of spells. Liala is willing to teach them all of course but she also has her day-job of odd tasks to pay for her own groceries, so she can only loan them so much time. Then one day, so her utter shock, she spotted Ambrosia on her way to the local pub to work as a bar maiden- but sporting D cup breasts! Liala was surprised at first and almost passed by with no more than a hello and wave, but paused in confusion looking deeper. As a Fae she can detect the flow of ether in the area like a second-sense. The flow was completely uninterrupted around Ambrosia... which means there is no spell on her. Lia asked her how on earth she grew suddenly and Ambrosia told her Tammy had cast the spell on her. She blushed, clutching them briefly a moment and blushed, whispering to Lia how great they feel before skittering off to work happily. But... Tammy couldn’t have cast a spell on her... there IS no spell on her actively. Liala naturally ran to Tammy asking how she did it- and Tammy introduced her to an old book. Written by another Fae who formerly lived in the town... but suddenly vanished out of the blue. Paranoid of all her magical trinkets and her disappearance- rather than gut the house and sell it off, it was abandoned and left to rot with all of her things still in it. The other townsfolk are afraid of it. On looking at the book- Liala became afraid of it too. She immediately told Tammy not to use the book. She can teach the girls how to get what they want- but don’t use the book. The book is quite large but not particularly thick for its size. The covers made of steel-hard wood with ancient leather wrapping. No title, and thus it was dubbed The Book Of Nothing. True to its name- the book contains nothing. When you open it, there is a giant hole through all of the pages almost as wide as the pages themselves that go all the way through. You can see the table its on through the book... which in itself is a bit puzzling... because the cover doesn’t have a hole in it. So its somehow a one-way hole. There is just enough writing and images around the edges of the hole to THINK the book might say something, and in trying to study that- you gain knowledge. Knowledge no one is supposed to be able to know. Liala immediately wrote a letter and sent it to Faelor by pigeon- summoning someone to Selteran to get the book. Never mind these women- NO ONE should be allowed to read this book. She would destroy the book but has a sinking suspicion it won’t let her kill it. Tammy had been excited to see what the book could teach them and had already shown the other women, so she was disappointed she had to shelve it, but supposed Liala knew what she was doing. It was weird trying to read the book- rather than see and interpret information; ideas just pop into her head, but, ideas she wouldn’t have been able to think about on her own. She cast a spell on herself that should have enhanced her pussy, to increase her own pleasure and let her climax hard without needing no man to help her. She did not feel any different though so... maybe it didn’t work? Without the book- she has no chance at a second try. She returned home and flopped on her bed heavily, sighing. Even a nice dildo would do... but unlike the Fae she doesn’t know how to conjure one, and going to the smithy to have one forged was embarrassing!! Not like there is a shop somewhere that just sells generic ones. She nibbled her lower lip and touched herself gently, rolling the loose skin around under her fingers. Slowly her clit stands and her mound puffs up as the internal portion of the clit engorges. Index and pinky on either side of her pussy, middle and ring finger slip inside over her clit. Tammy’s eyes widen as she feels her clit shove against her palm! She can feel a surge of growth and stiffness erupt up the length of her clit, ending at the glans which now swell big enough to pop themselves out of their hoodie- forcing her to bring her hand back a bit, not wanting her still dry hand to touch the bare clit as it is a bit too sensitive for that. Oh, maybe her last spell from the Book Of Nothing really did work! She starts breathing heavily as a rush of heat, then gentle pressure, and then the light tingle of radiant, automatic pleasure ignites! Her mound blushes and swells up fatter than ever before as the internal portion of the clit also enlarges! Then her outer lips fatten and the rippled surface of the inner labia lengthen a bit. Her clit clenches, but then a surge of growth fires up its length, then another, then another. Each clench causes the knot of muscle and pleasure nerves to swell bigger and bigger! Soon the glans clitoris is the size of a ping-pong ball, twitching out in the open! It almost resembles a penis glans- except no urethral opening, and the corona doesn’t really flare out, its just bullet-shaped. Even her bartholin glans have grown, and she doesn’t even know what they are- but still noticed the influence because her pussy was fully lubed in no time. Stealing some of the viscus lube to her hand, she returned her touch to her over-engorged clit once there was no risk of hurting it on accident. She curls her two fingers, resting the tips on either side of the clitoral hood, rubbing the now wet-knuckles against the glans themselves. This caused her now enlarged skene’s glans to start sputtering fluid as her body started to shudder in repeated mini orgasms! Just pawing at herself or using very sketchy improvisational items- this is as much pleasure as she had been able to give herself before, and was now able to get there and hold herself there almost immediately! Oooohoho man was she glad her final use of that book was this! Tammy was so absorbed into the pleasure and writhing on the bed as she rubbed her giant pleasure-button, that she did not notice the rest of her pussy was enlarging too, just... much more gradually. Labia majora get fatter and larger, labia minora become longer. The pleasure causes the muscle ribs of the inner vagina to ripple in an inward pattern, but also enlarge! This causes the rippled walls of the inner vagina to be much more exaggerated- the ribs are now stronger, allowing it to collapse tighter than before but also expand larger, her actual vagina is bigger now. An hour later he butt was hovering an inch off the bed- so much fluid sputtering out of her pussy that the bed under her was glistening at this point; she exceeded its saturation limit. Her face was beet red, she was gasping for breath like she had just run a marathon. It was too good to want to stop though! She needed this for soooo long, the men in this damn town are absolutely fucking pathetic! Her aggressively kneading was causing her entire mound to wobble around like soft rubber! At this point its so fat it sticks several inches out from her pelvic floor, like a giant split peach the size of a melon! She brought her other hand down too, under herself, pulsed her fingers together and sat on her own hand, using the bed under her to penetrate herself with one hand while she masturbated her giant clit with the other! She convulsed hard, almost choking on her own spit before her eyes widened again. Every muscle in her body clenched in a wave own to her crotch, her pussy bit down on her hand hard enough to momentarily crush all the blood out of her fingers. She screamed in pleasure with a pitch so high it sounded more like a distressed bat, and collapsed backward onto the bed again as her pussy blasted fluid in a lazy arch halfway across the room- broken into several jets by her clenching muscles! Exhaustion took her immediately afterwards, and she passed out in a pool of her own juices. The pleasure kept her awake and alert and the addiction to more had her completely lose track of time, she didn’t even realize how tired she was, after masturbating like that furiously for over an hour and a half straight. When she woke up the next day- her mound was as fat as it normally got when fully aroused, now that she was completely satisfied. All her muscles ached, her throat was bone dry and she slept in several hours thanks to that session. Having such an explosive pleasure though- the moment stuck with her, causing her to be absentminded the following day. She wanted more! She could take more too! With her pussy like this now; Tammy could give herself that pleasure whenever she wanted. The only thing stopping her is she is simply too tired to go at it again at the moment. She remained absentminded though, making her job as the local mail woman a bit difficult. Tammy keeps the loft in the south-west corner of the town, and thus she is the keeper of all the pigeons. That much she can still do while half brain-dead, but making sure to attach the correct letters to the correct pigeons required concentration. Luckily Liala’s letter was already sent the day before so there was no chance of fucking that up. Working here meant she worked alone though- so when she got a little too distracted and recovered enough energy... she slipped back downstairs to tend to herself again. The massive internal portion of the clit meant that touching herself anywhere was amazing, her entire mount alight with pleasure nerves waiting to be tickled. She had to use a feather-light touch to start and even that made her shiver in the heat. As her mound inflated again and her clit erects, Tammy started to second-guess herself, wondering if she had been this large last time or if she is growing still larger now? Thicker and thicker lips, wobbling about like jelly. Her clit almost itched with blood pressure- including the internal portion, which egged her on mentally to try to dig her fingers deep into the fat tissue insulating it, to try and scratch that itch. The glans turned purple with blood pressure. Her vaginal muscles enlarge again, now large enough to allow someone’s entire arm up into her- but strong enough when they clench to break said person’s arm at the elbow. Her guts gurgle loudly and she groans, feeling an odd pressure inside. Her entire groin projects out a bit- almost looking like she shoved a large object inside of herself... even though there is nothing in there currently. Then her lower midriff projects out a little as her womb also grows! Her giant peach grows so huge she has to use both hands! She paws at the mound on either side, pinching the clit loosely between her two thumbs in the middle! The pleasure spikes so high that every half minute she freezes in place- all her muscles clench at the same time and she jets out several bursts of fluid, then relaxes enough to continue kneading the fat, bloated flesh between her legs! Even trailing between her legs the flesh billows out rounder. Her clit bloats so far the exposed portion becomes rounder- looking sort of like an upside down heart when viewed from the front. Her pussy was getting so large that just the portion projecting off her pelvic floor was already enough distance to cover the average man’s penis- without him actually entering her vaginal passage. Now, you would think she would get used to this and bored after a few times but... no, not really. She switched to once a day simply because it takes so much out of her, because she can never hold back- each time she lays down to pleasure herself she spends one or two hours at least going at it, which makes her muscles burn like she ran a marathon. It also meant that each day she was at least a little bit bigger than the day before. Between attempting to concentrate on work and just revelling in the feeling and joy of being able to satisfy herself sexually with such ease kept her distracted enough that it didn’t occur to her that continuing to grow is a problem. A glans clitoris the size of a golf ball- a vaginal passage that can yawn open far enough to swallow a grown man’s head. A pubic mound so fat and wobbly that she can feel it shake back and forth as she walks- she cannot move her legs without pushing her mound left and right to make room for her legs to move. Her mound is shaped like a giant round heart- the size of a medium pumpkin when fully engorged. Because she cannot move without rubbing it- it almost constantly drips lube, and she is so absentminded remembering her last masturbation or just enjoying its current feeling that she doesn’t even notice all the droplets she is leaving everywhere. It starts to make her whole house smell like pussy. Jezebel had her own problems to deal with though. Now without the book to study- they were back to being at the mercy of Liala’s schedule to make any headway on their own perpetual pleasure devices. This was having a worse effect on her now than usual though. Something about being so close to what seemed like the solution only to be set back, caused her needs to become that much more nagging. She had problems concentrating, and made several dumb mistakes at work. Closing up the barn only to realize there is still two horse in the field. Brought feed to the goat twice in a row because she forgot she did it the first time. It started to consume her thoughts. Like the incessant cravings of an addict- except she hadn’t even experienced what she was addicted to. She couldn’t concentrate on anything, she wanted a boy! She darted out of the ranch at night, walking to the house of Jacob, a guy she thought was cute. What is she doing? Jezebel sort of froze, looking at his house from the road. She just brought herself here on auto-pilot. She knocked at the door and was surprised to see a room full of men behind him- he was apparently hosting a boy’s night party, celebrating a great hunt with the local lord they had returned from. She barely remembers the night, it became a blur. She is so shy her mind half shut down in its own defence, but her hunger wouldn’t let her stop. She was too far, she had to tell him something, she had to DO something! He invited her in, offering her a few drinks too. She never drank before- but she did now. It hit her pretty hard since her body isn’t used to having to break down alcohol. Jezebel doesn’t even remember how it happened but she ended up in his bedroom, pulled his pants open with her teeth before throwing her own clothes off and climbing on him. Her breasts bouncing around for his amusement, she somehow went from barely knowing anything about him to fucking him in the span of three hours. Her pussy made exaggerated ripples inward, like it was trying to devour his cock. Without even realizing it herself- Jezebel had unusually precise motor control of her vaginal muscles. It wasn’t just reactionary to the pleasure, she could consciously milk his dick. He had no idea she was a virgin before now... though, in his defence... she did not bleed. Where did her hymen go? She never broke it, so how did he just have sex without breaking it? It isn’t a particularly durable part of the body, it breaks pretty fucking easily. Even once he came, she laid down on top of him and smothered him in kisses, rubbing her titties on him and whispering drunken gibberish into his ear till she forced his dick back upright. She then turned around and sat on his face, swallowing his cock into her mouth this time. So, this is what boys taste like, huh? The smell, the taste, the feel of the stiff rubbery head in her mouth! Jacob is pretty big but she had no problem taking him balls-deep, putting his dick into her throat without gagging... which is, impressive for a first-timer. Her vaginal muscles even felt like they were petting his tongue as he eats her out! She drank his cum without a second thought, and liked it a lot more than most women do. The taste depends on diet, and also- how long he has been saving up, if he just blew recently it tends to have a sort of mild chemically taste to it, because his body would have already jettisoned all the flavourful material. When she drank his cum though, a sharp almost electrical pleasure fired straight from her throat into her spinal column and directly into her brain. Her pussy pursed almost like it was kissing Jacob as she had an orgasm, not from him eating her out- but from her swallowing his cum! Rather than adapt to increase the strength and intensity of her genitals like Tammy... Jezebel’s body seems to have adapted to be able to derive intense pleasure from something simpler, and more easily achieved. Which is odd, because no one cast a spell on her in the first place. As is common with these sorts of gatherings- only half the people actually went home. The other half just sort of drunkenly pass out wherever around the house, the guest room, or even in the yard. When things got less crowded and started to slow down, another man made some flirty joke to Jezebel- given the amount of time she and the host vanished for, everyone already knew they did something in the bedroom. Normally she would freeze up or run away entirely, becoming too nervous to even comprehend a response. Instead she agreed to pleasure him too. Even the man was surprised- he just said it was a joke, he was not expecting her to actually say yes. Jezebel didn’t think of why she should be nervous, why it was odd to agree, or that anything unusual was happening. All she was thinking about was how good Jacob tasted, and wanting more, and here was a man offering more. Jacob already came twice- was zero chance of getting anything more out of him and she wanted more cum! So, they shuffled into an empty hall and she knelt down and sucked him off. Shorter dick, but thicker- the head was large. She likes playing with the contours of the head with her tongue while she waits for the payload. When he came, she came- without even touching her pussy at all. It almost felt like her throat was rippling around his dick! She continued to suck, extending his orgasm for as long as she could, making his balls ache with how empty she made them. He slumped down the wall afterwards, dazed from the pleasure. But Jezebel wiped her lips and stood up looking for more cum. Each man cums so little! She is already deep into this. She has to do it now, while everyone is too drunk to remember clearly. While the building is all men except her- so they are all going to make up stories of how she fucked them whether she does or not, so no one is going to believe she actually did suck them off. She is too shy to come out of her shell normally- so now that she stumbled out of her shell on accident she has to scurry around and do as much as possible before she retreats back in. And so, one after another she hunted them down, cornered them, coaxed them into a quiet part of the house and drained their balls of every last sperm cell they had. She was like a succubus let off her leash, draining away their life force. Eventually she scurried home so late the sun was rising the following day. She lost track of how many dicks she ate that night! She could feel the liquid sloshing around in her belly as she darted home, wondering what the hell had come over her! Liala wondered how long it would take for Faelor to send someone to get the book. In the meantime- she kept it in her house, closed at all times. For now, she darted around town like usual, checking on several people who regularly needed her help. The layout of Selteran made her work a bit annoying, some buildings were grouped together, but a lot of them had quite a gap between them. The grassy valley was huge and the town spread out across the entire thing despite only having enough buildings to maybe fill twenty percent of it, if it had a normal town layout. That usually meant her feet were hurting by mid day, from all the walking on the scattered cobble roads, but not today. It almost felt good- like a much needed stretch. Which is odd, because she does this regularly, why would she need more of it all of a sudden? By the afternoon she caught herself idly rubbing her hands together, wondering why. Her hands felt really... good? Like, her skin was smoother than normal, and soft, and it just felt good to touch something so untarnished. But... why? She hasn’t done anything special to them, why are they all of a sudden so supple? She felt suddenly fully of vitality which would normally be a good thing, but its suddenness made her worry. In order to know the book is bad- she had to fist look inside the Book Of Nothing. She did not study it, but she took a good long look into it. That may have been enough to affect her on some level. She isn’t aware she learned anything- but you can know something subconsciously without knowing it consciously. Liala started to psyche herself out- paying such close attention to it that she wasn’t sure if anything was different or if she was just imaging it, expecting it to be different. It is a subtle change if it does exist. Her feet do not seem to wear out like usual- walked all day and they felt no different than when she started. And she keeps idly touching her hands because they feel different. To what extent they are different is hard to perceive, but SOMETHING is different. When she got home that evening she went to sleep her shoes off and fell forward cracking her forehead against the floor, almost doing a barrel roll on accident! The moment her thumb wedged into the side of her shoe and pressed into the side of her soles, a spark of pleasure fired up her leg straight to her crotch and made her clit jump! In confusion, she popped her shoes off and immediately started to massage her feet! Ooooh it felt sooo good! Her clit stiffened in response, her pussy clutching at the air. Especially the bridge of her foot- it felt so sensitive! The skin was also baby smooth and the skin soft and supple! After walking around all day on them? That isn’t normal! She almost brought herself to climax massaging her feet! With a whimper, she puts one hand over her pussy and the other to her breast, and is surprised to feel equal pleasure from BOTH! She grabs her small breast aggressively, digging her fingers into what fat she has there and arched her back, having an orgasm right there in the doorway of her home!! “Wuh... wh-why... why did that feel so... good?” She held her hands out to look at them, but visually there was nothing off. “Hands and feet... extremities, so, high-accuracy nerves for interacting with the world around us. M-maybe it made me more sensitive somehow? But only the pleasure receptors?” She started to idly roll her palm over her tit. “It did something to me, I just know it! But... I can’t diagnose it, because whatever power it uses isn’t magic. It is imperceivable. Like it tweaked reality itself...” She almost started to touch herself again when someone knocked on her door, startling her out of her explorative trance. Liala quickly shuffles her outfit back into place and stands up- already only two feet away from the door to answer it. Emily stood nervously on the other side of the door, shuffling her weight from one foot to the other. “H-hey, uh... do you know if the other girls cast any spells in my direction?” Liala could tell there was no active spells on her, making her groan. “Oh no... what happened?” “M-my...” She lowered her voice, glancing around before leaning in. “My clit got bigger all of a sudden!” Lia has no idea who she is paranoid of hearing their conversation- the next closest house is so far away that they couldn’t hear you from here if you used a megaphone. “Bigger, like, engorged or, like, actually larger?” “I am not even remotely turned on and it still doesn’t fit into the hood... I keep jerking my hips back randomly as I walk because it rubs on the inside of my panties...” “Did you read the Book Of Nothing?” “There isn’t anything there. I looked at it a few times but I didn’t see whatever it is Tammy saw.” “I am starting to think it doesn’t actually matter what you see. I can’t even put my finger on it- but I am pretty sure it did something to me too and I only looked at it the once, I never cast anything.” “S-so just looking at the book has random effects on people? But if no one cast a spell on me... we have no way of even knowing what it is going to do?? What do I do?!” “Calm down, for starters. Just... try to lay low I guess? Don’t let anyone else know about this- obviously. Not that this is typically something you advertise in the first place.” She paused in thought before taking a deep breath. “I am going to try to figure out what happened to me, and go from there. If I still can’t figure anything out, I am going to have to bust into the old place you guys jacked the book from and see if I can find any clues at the source. Do you girls even know who used to live there?” “A Fae woman like you, named Olana. She was from further south, the kingdom of... uh, An... something.” “Anklei.” “Yea! Know anything about it?” “Not really. But if a Fae was behind this she was probably working with some intricate runes... but somehow created a magic without mana... I think whatever Olana invented here is original only to her. And unfortunately she is no longer here to ask...” She looked a bit surprised suddenly. “Oh shoot- and Tammy spent the most time with the book. Can you maybe check on her for me in the meantime? She might be fine, who knows, but best make sure.” “Right.” Liala returned to resting for the night and puzzling over her own condition while Emily set out for Tammy’s place to check on her. Tammy was closer to the middle of town though, the largest gathering of buildings. As she passed more and more buildings she became more and more paranoid someone will notice something off about her. Her exposed clit is the size of a fricken golf ball at this point. It looked like a huge penis head with no shaft behind it or urethra, the last time she looked at it. Unfortunately her nerves were not doing her any favours in keeping it concealed. Twilight was setting in so visibility was poor- even if someone saw her, they probably won’t be able to notice anything off. However Emily constantly thinking about it was making her blush, her rapid heart beat only increased circulation to feed her throbbing pleasure pearl, and she keeps tugging and shifting her clothing around over it to prevent it from rubbing or from people spotting the bulge in her pants, but all the movement around it is arousing it even more! It tingles with pleasure- her heart beat drums on its taut surface making it almost feel itchy. She wants to touch it so bad!! Once she gets to the denser portion of town, she slips into an alleyway and leans heavily with her back to a wall, thrusting her hips forward and pulling her pants down! She needs it! It is driving her insane, and its only making itself worse. Maybe if she gets off it will settle down or go away. When she pulls her pants open abruptly- her clit surprises her, flicking up and causing her to flinch as she almost hit herself in the eye with a drop of lube her clit flicked into her face! It didn’t look like a penis head now- and it was also even bigger than she remembered. It is so engorged now that it stands up, making it shaped like a really chubby sausage. There is a very slight divot that runs down the length of its underside, that trails into the inner labia still. All other definition it had has been lost to its bloating. Too sensitive to simply grab, Emily instead grabs the stretched clitoral hood and uses that to masturbate the length of clit still trapped inside. It immediately clenches rock hard at her touch making her moan! She simply uses her other hand against the wall beside her to steady herself because she masturbates her clit with such vigour right from the get-go. It immediately felt so good! Using the hood, the pleasure was SO powerful but not sharp- it was blunt but heavy, it echoed into her like a roll of thunder. Without using her other hand on the wall she would have fallen to the ground immediately- her leg muscles are like jelly; the pleasure is so powerful it numbs the rest of her nervous system, reducing her muscle control to suggestions from her brain rather than orders. She clenched up and let out a squeak as her clit bucked wildly and her pussy let out a spritz, and she let go for a moment, assuming she was done. Usually that was the finish line. But her clit still bobbed, she still felt needy. With a groan and a nervous glance around, she started to rub again and the pleasure continued to climb! With a powerful automatic clench, her pussy mound inflated huge suddenly! It stood further and further off her pelvic floor, blushed bright pink, but then lurched forward and up! From the bottom up- with her fingers already cradling it, she felt the growth surge into her clit! Her mound settled back down, and the newly added mass transferred from the internal portion of the clit into the external portion! Her vulva settled back down to a normal size while her clit inflated like one of those tube-shaped balloons! It remained rounded but stretched longer and longer out of her, now it looked like a full and proper sausage link! You’d almost mistake it for a penis except there is a divot instead of a urethral bulge, and there is no real head... because the entire ‘shaft’ is already technically the glans. Emily grabbed it on reflex, then froze up, afraid she will hurt herself. Bigger clit though, meant the skin is also thicker, and thus harder to hurt- her hand was also already wet from her little explosion which meant considerably less friction than if she just grabbed it right away. She gripped it- it fought back, flexing hard enough to fight her grip! With a firm grasp on it, she very slowly started to rub it up and down. Her whole body shivered, even her breaths were shuttered. Rush of blood, crotch heats up! Pressure, tightness, swelling- mound fattening, then it shifts and stuffs it into her clit again! The rounded end pushing out the other side of her clenched hand, growing! She starts to speed up- another wave! The blood rushes down to her crotch with such force she can actually feel a subtle tingle through her entire body, and a wave of dizziness! Her clam swells larger before slowly settling back down while its ‘pearl’ becomes more like a pillar of meat. Her inner labia were extended a bit longer as well- where they trail off onto the base of her exposed clit, trailing off its base like the frilly skirt of a dress made entirely of meat. Forgetting where she was, Emily starts making bestial grunts and thrusting into her hand! The pleasure in the clit itself was so intense it virtually whites out her thoughts, then a thunderous echo fires into her body fading quickly as it distances itself from her crotch. Because the pleasure is powerful but blunt- it feels like she can just keep going forever. Without a sharp edge to the pleasure it doesn’t start to ache with time, her pussy drips plenty enough to prevent it from chaffing. The surface of her clit is also so taut that it would be shiny smooth even without lube, so it really isn’t a very high friction surface to begin with. It is so over-inflated it almost looks like its made of rubber. Then her pussy swells again. Emily bows forward almost gasping for breath at this point- her hand like a blur across the surface of her huge clit, loud wet slapping sounds from the bottom of her fist thumping against her crotch. Then her fingers start to get forced apart! Bigger, but mostly longer. The length of clit remains the same uniform girth the entire distance and ends in a perfectly rounded, featureless top. Inner labia get a little bit longer, getting dragged further up the underside now. The end of her clit is almost purple from blood pressure! Her exposed clit is bigger than most men’s actual penis are! She now uses both hands- only her right index finger hangs loose over it, the other seven fingers stacked are required to cover its length. She starts sputtering ejaculate again, her thighs jiggle from the muscle tremors, she slides down the wall a bit, barely able to hold herself up, but she keeps pistoning. Pleasure keeps stacking! Her mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure. She falls to the ground, slumps her butt forward, bending her back half against the ground and wall painfully, thrusting with her hips and slamming her fists down. Fluid is flicking all over the place now from her frantic movements. Spots appear in her vision, her thoughts white out, her entire body shuddering, all her mental power focused on keeping enough muscle control to still move her hands and masturbate her clit! Mid-orgasm, another wave of growth hits. Her mound fattening up- so when her fists slam down, they squeeze the over-inflated internal portion of the clit! The pleasure spikes so high she starts to lose her grip, can barely control her muscles at all! Then the growth shoves up and forward into the exposed clit again! Thicker and longer this time- as thick as the rim of a drinking glass. As long as both fists stacked, and then longer still! Both hands together cannot cover it, it peeks out of her grip more and more! Even without being able to move her hands anymore, the clit’s expansion is causing it to rub up her hands in order to grow! Her pleasure kept spiking higher and higher! Her pussy started to jet liquid hard enough that it splashes out against the wall on the other side of the lane! The growth plays all her pleasure receptors from the inside, her hand plays across them from the outside. Bigger, more, bigger, more, more... m.. t-too much! Emily is staring blankly at the ground for several minutes but hears someone’s foot drag some small pebbles across the cobble road, and the sharp sound snaps her out of her trance! She has no idea how long she was just sitting there slumped over for! She gasps at her groin, as if only just now seeing it for the first time. She was too enthralled with how it felt before to bother to grasp the ramifications of any of it. Now that the explosion of blinding pleasure blew away her mind-fog, she can actually assess the damages. Her clit cannot possibly fit back under its hoodie, even fully flaccid, so once it softens and attempts to slide back- the sides get caught against the edges of the hood, shoving them forward. So instead of a large round tube, it squishes into a wobbly sphere. She left her panties partially down in the front to avoid it rubbing the clit, but even out in her pants- it still rubbed the fabric as she walks. So it kept her warmed up no matter what. She hustled the rest of the way to Tammy’s house, hoping Tammy had some answers before this gets any worse, since she spent the most time with the book. Unfortunately Tammy was having her own issues. Her huge pussy was so fun to play with and was so big that it wobbles around even when she isn’t actually trying to do anything with it, so she is constantly reminded of its presence. Her thoughts drift back to the building collection of pleasant memories with it and she finds herself plopping down in random places around the house while trying to do other things to play with herself. Just take the edge off to get her concentration back! Or, just because she has a couple of minutes to spare. Or, she just completely forgot what she was actually trying to do, so might as well do this in the meantime. But each time it engorges so aggressively that her arousal stretches it bigger. Further out from her body, like a bouncy pillow between her legs at all times. Then, hanging around her knees, making walking difficult. Then so fat and large its weight swings separately from the rest of her- threatening to yank her to the floor if she stops moving too abruptly. Her pelvis made several loud crunching sounds during one orgasm- the bone changing shape to let a vaginal passage that large pass through, causing the bulge of her enormous vulva continue up her body past her crotch, across her midriff and tapering off just below her ribs!! Moving was difficult, so she didn’t bother. Her pussy was so huge it felt good to be anywhere. Just rolling around, feeling the soft flesh twist and flop over, squeezing the sides with her legs, grabbing the now football sized bulb of a clit! The floorboards of her room creak- so much pussy fluid soaking into them its softening the wood. So much of it that a few drips make it down the stairs from her room, ensuring her entire house smells like a fish vendor. Her latest orgasm hit particularly hard. Laying on her bed, her knees up- pussy longer than her legs are, she squishes into the sides to grind the lips together while the hardening clit flicks up out of the fat folds for her to grab with her hands. As she works her way up to an orgasm though- rather than peak, explode, and relief; the pleasure hovered there without the explosion, threatening to simply taper off if she dared stop rubbing. Tammy is already so big she didn’t even realize she was growing again till the bottom legs of her bed shattered off from the weight! Her pussy wobbles forward and then rebounds back in a wave of jiggles through the soft rubbery flesh! Her stomach gurgles, pressure forces her to lean further back making touching her clit harder! Then more pressure, forcing her to let go and only rely on her legs to keep the pleasure peaking! Forced to lay back, her stomach bulges enormously! It starts to look like she is pregnant, but- there are three peaks instead of a single dome! One large belly but two stiff bulbs pressing out from inside her? With several aggressive gurgles and a roar-like churning sound, Tammy only realized what she was looking at a moment too late. The bulbs are her gargantuan ovaries- the dome is her womb!! Her ovaries ran out of room, clapping back inward toward one another as her womb is rejected entirely!! The organ isn’t really anchored to anything internally because it needs to be able to shuffle around to give the bladder and rectum space- because its really unfortunately positioned between the two of them as a rather glaring design flaw. Instead of simply prolapse however- it borrows the structure of the vaginal passage on its way out, as it continues to rapidly grow even larger! A tight, chubby cervix big enough to be used as a life-saver innertube pops out of the vaginal opening, followed by a wall of candy pink flesh! The flesh of the extroverted uterus is even softer than the rest of her giant pussy, only given any sort of a shape at all thanks to muscle ribbing it borrowed from the vaginal passage on the way out! The end result looks like an ovipositor of an insect almost- an enormously wide, squishy tube of candy pink flesh ending in a chubby ring of muscle guarding its opening, her pussy now forcefully kept open at all times to allow it out, because its too big to fit inside of her. Her ovaries alone occupy all the space that existed INSIDE of her. As soon as it was extroverted, she could sit up again, and put her hand on her clit immediately as she leans forward- it did not occur to her that doing so shoved it into her uterus. With her hand on one side and the smooth, amorphous flesh of the uterus on the other- THAT sent her over the edge and finally gave her, her sought-after explosion. Because she is forced open so wide- her urethra and the skene’s glands are angled up- shoved up by the uterus. The jets of fluid arched so high they cleared the entire room and clipped the top of the door frame, raining down over the doorway!! But even that was three quarters of a day before Emily arrived. She knocked on the door but no one answered. She knocked a few more times and heard Tammy’s groggy voice shout down from upstairs asking who it was, and then told Emily to let herself in- she could not currently go anywhere. The air was humid and salty with musk, smelling of a fisherman’s catch. The lights were off, and there was no one to be seen. Emily was bowed forward herself, walking awkwardly trying to avoid her giant clit rubbing against the fabric too hard. All the movement just getting here was already building up that nagging feeling in her mind, demanding to touch it- squeeze it to relieve that mental itch. She was lured upstairs by the slow drip of fluid down the stairs. The stairs to the second floor spiral- her bedroom, a guest room, and a tiny secondary bathroom wedged between are the only things on the top floor. The floor at the top of the stairs was glistening with warm fluid! She looked left and immediately seen Tammy... or... her uterus anyway. The cervix was halfway across the hall outside of her bedroom- the uterus behind it filled a third of the doorway, even squished out against the floor. It ran the rest of the distance across the bedroom to the bed where the giant pussy rests. Tammy herself is perched at the very top of the bed with her back against the wall over the bed- shoved back that high to make room for her pussy! Only half her weight was actually on the angled bed itself, the other half was resting on the top of her own pussy, while the bottom of it rested on the floor! When Emily stepped into the room over the uterus she shuddered in fear, but then heat washed over her, her pussy clenched and her clit shoved up against the inside of her pants, tenting them! Terror at what has become of her friend turned to arousal unintentionally imagining what it must feel like to have a pussy this fucking big. How hot it was to be in a room filled entirely of your own sex. Emily already felt so much pleasure from her own mutations and her pussy isn’t even remotely this big. Tammy couldn’t move even if she tried. Her vulva is like four times bigger than she is, and weighs like 40 times as much. Even a team of horses couldn’t drag her anywhere! “H-hah.... h-how?? Are... you okay?! Did the book do this??” Tammy looked at her, mouthing a few words, making some quiet moans before actually speaking. Her thoughts had been so distanced for so long she almost forgot how to actually speak. “Ngh... I... I cast this on myself with th... mmmm.... th-the book. It... uh, it is a bit stronger... than I was expecting, hehe..” “W-we need to get Liala! She has the book currently, only she can fix this!” “No!” She half-sat up, her pussy clenched, then her uterus dragged itself back in a ways toward her while standing up as the muscle ribs tensed in reflex too. “Don’t... change me...” “Wuh-? B-but you... you can’t even move!” Tammy grinned, half-drunk on her own hormones. “Hmmmhmhm, I have got nowhere important to be~” “B-but..?” Tammy reached out and idly rubbed the clitoral hood. “Got all the pleh-eh-! P-pleasure I nnnngh-eeed right here!” Emily was trying to concentrate, think of a valid argument, explain her worry to her friend but the sight was too hot. She keeps imagining what it feels like. Seeing Tammy in so much pleasure makes her feel good through association! Her clit is grinding against the front of her pants- too hard, need to let it out!! She half-turns her head this time when it flicks out to avoid it flicking anything into her face again. She just looked at Tammy desperately- her two foot long meat bat twitching from her crotch, jiggling the trailing meat curtains off the last third of its underside. “It... did something to me! H-help meeee...” Tammy squirmed a bit to the side- the full extent of her mobility, motioning for Emily to come closer so she could examine her friend. Seeing behind the curtain of reality, Tammy was able to make tweaks to how things are by removing the illusion of permanence and order. But she didn’t do anything to Emily, so how did Emily end up changed? It is the same edit she made- just a bit more tame. Is it possible... Emily herself made the change, without even realizing? She seen Tammy make tweaks- so subconsciously she may have learned, or at least assumed enough to make an edit herself without even realizing she had the ability to do so. Unfortunately neither of them had nearly enough of a grasp on this to repair their edits. Only add more changes... which doesn’t really help this situation at all. Tammy grasped the clit loosely on the end looking it up and down as if sizing it up. “Oooh~ you poor thing. But it mmmm-m-must feel good right?” Her own pussy very slowly starts to grow again, spreading across the floor. “You can nnngh, you can just pleasure... yourself now. No n-nnneeEED to look for a partner~” She started rubbing the end, making Emily flinch back slightly and freeze up. Ah! This isn’t the sort of help she had in mind! She wants to pull away but it feels so good, and Tammy is just trying to cheer her up. Oooh shit, she can feel it happening again! Her entire mound swells fatter, then the pressure shoves up into her clit, from bottom to top the pressure surges- firing up again before it settles from the first surge. But her internal clit isn’t settling back down like before- the growth just keeps coming!! Emily grabbed the clit with both hands meaning to pull it back away, but instead her hands just grip it and make a few stuttered strokes. It feels so good, she has wanted this sort of satisfaction for so long. Tammy paused her touch, groaning loudly, squirming in place and spreading her legs as far as she could- they were still almost utterly enveloped by pussy lips, her outer labia so huge and fat they wrap around her legs at best- completely swallowing them at worst. The floorboards groan, the support beams under them creak. With a wet stretching sound her pussy bloats visibly, spreading fatter and larger- her own clit trembling as it stretches still larger, now the size of a medium pumpkin, stretched into an oval shape. Her uterus expands, bulging around the doorway till the pressure builds up enough to pop more length through, then starts to scrunch up again. The cervix quickly inches across the hall and kisses the wall on the opposite side! “Huh.. uh... h-huh, i-inn.... insi-iiide...” Tammy started to paw at the clitoral hood now- unable to properly even reach her own clit up the curvature of her gigantic pussy! Inside? What? What does she need? Emily looked down at her own problem, groaning at how tight it felt! It is STILL slowly growing! Rather than a wave of pressure and pleasure firing up from her vulva to her clit, it felt more like the same wave rocking back and forth between the two- because another entered her system the moment the previous one ends! Her hands are starting to feel so small! She can’t rub it all properly! If only she could put it... inside. Emily grabs the rubbery flesh of the side of the giant pussy and scrambles her way up- its so big and soft she can squeeze a fist full of flesh without even coming close to hurting Tammy. Even the thinner inner labia could easily support her weight. Liquid was sputtering out of Tammy already just from the weight of her friend heaving up her pussy- making wet slapping sounds as the spurts of liquid come down! At this point she is so severely mutated she squirts the fluid of five women’s orgasms in a single burst when she isn’t even having an orgasm. That is just to lube herself up. Her actual orgasmic explosion fires out hard enough to shatter a window. Even just climbing the enormous twat caused Emily to unintentionally rub her own giant clit all over it. When she got to the top it was so slippery she fell face first, soaking her entire outfit, but her hard pressed in and deformed the soft skin, automatically sliding to the point of least contention... it popped into Tammy’s urethra! Normally sticking something in there would hurt- but hers is so fucking huge and well lubricated that the smooth stiff tube of meat felt great! The only way for Emily to get enough leverage to thrust- was to grab Tammy’s giant clit from below, and use it to hold onto! Being utterly enshrouded in the soft flesh of another person made Emily shudder violently in pleasure! Even her vision vibrated from the intensity! She felt dizzy as her entire groin felt so tight! Her pussy and clit at the same time- her clit now swelling much faster in size! As thick and long as her entire arm, and growing! Tammy rolled her head back and forth, absolutely delirious, her sweat-matted hair fanned over her shoulders. “More, more, more more more more moremoremoremo-oooh-oh-oh!” Emily shook her head even as she continued thrusting her obscene clit into the undulating hole of the ever-growing cunt. “N-no, t-t-t-too mu-uuuh-ch!” “Nnngh-oh, no! I don’t care! I want it, it feels so good, I WANT IT!” Emily felt a pang of fear again, hearing the desperation in Tammy’s voice. She is too big already?! This is insane, she can’t... want more? Right? Her thrusts slow for a moment, she looks down and can see fat veins sliding out under her clitoral hood on the surface of the clit before the flesh expands to hide them again. More and more of her clit is exposed as it continues to swell bigger and bigger, and then she grabs the clit over her and pushes as hard as she can, stuffing it back into the urethral opening. It shouldn’t still fit- but the pussy below is also growing, so it does fit. Her heart flutters between the joy of feeling such absolute pleasure, and fear of watching the situation continue to spiral further out of control. And she realizes, she is just like Tammy. It is already too much- its been too much for a while now... but she wants more. She tells Tammy they should stop while she herself continues to thrust- there is nothing keeping her here, she could leave at any time. But she hasn’t. This is bad because of what people will think, it is bad because of how it will hinder the other aspects of her life. It isn’t bad because of how she feels. She feels good, she wants to feel good... she... likes this, she wants this. She can’t make herself not want it. Even if she had a cure, would she be able to bring herself to use it?? The cervix shatters the door frame at the top of the stairs and flops over the first few steps. Liquid now raining down between deformed floorboards, through the roof of the first floor! The entire roof is drooping from the weight of all that flesh! Then- kaboom! The floor shatters under the giant pussy, it slams into the support beams which only manage to hold it for a half minute more before it comes crashing down too! The entire bedroom on the second floor caves into the living room on the first floor! The giant pussy makes a loud wet slapping sound as it collides with the ground floor and spreads under its own weight- but the uterus is now so long that it still leads back upstairs through the hall and into the stairs- it is slowly growing all the way around to meet the rest back on the ground floor... it is just taking the long way. Tammy orgasms when they hit down, and fires ejaculate so hard she unintentionally force-ejects Emily! Tammy is now perched on her own gargantuan mound... slowly rising. Still growing, slowly approaching the hole she made in the roof- putting herself right back upstairs slowly, replacing the missing floor with a mountain of her own soft wet flesh! Emily lands on her back on the floor, and gawks in terror and awe at her own clit now that it is exposed again. Now sort of lemon-shaped, it gets extremely thick in the middle but then tapers off where it connects into the rest of her, and at the tip. It still has the divot along the bottom which billows out on the bottom third into the ruffled curtains of her inner labia. At the mid-point, its as wide as her actual torso. Even if it started at the floor- it would still be a bit longer than she is tall. The surface is a vibrant, deep magenta in colour, turning to a purplish toward the end. She has to hold it to steady it- its so heavy that if it twitches too far in any direction its weight will yank over the rest of her! But she shouldn’t touch it, it will make it worse! But she has to touch it. But she wants to touch it. But she is touching it. But she can stop. But she won’t. But.... but... Liala was starting to wonder if she was going insane. She wanders around her house touching everything obsessively trying to figure out what is different. Everything feels different! But WHY? It feels so good. Everything feels great to touch. Well into the night she kept herself up, wandering her house touching everything, till finally she touched herself instead. Falling into bed, she rubbed herself- feeling pleasure radiate through her entire body, not just her pussy! Oh and her breasts! Every tiny detail of her breasts, she felt in her hands. The uniform subtle texture of her skin pours- the tiny Montgomery glands across her areola, the stiff but rubbery contours of her nipples! Like her friends, she orgasmed herself to sleep. Lia woke up during the night though, mouth dry as a bone, shuffling down stairs to get something to drink. Ah! She immediately falls to the floor! She was not ready for how good that felt. Wait... how good WHAT felt? All she did was get out of bed. She went to get up and shivered at how good it felt to touch her soft blankets with her hand. Then her legs got wobbly even as she was trying to stand back up because the floor felt good against her feet!! Well, not so much the floor, but her weight pressing down on them, against the floor. What... the fuck is happening to her? Why does EVERYTHING feel good?? Liala could barely walk- it felt good but the pleasure causes tiny gaps in her motor control, making her legs tremble. She barely shuffled across the room. It is getting worse! Or... better? Depends how you look at it. Her sensitivity keeps going up. When she got to the doorway she eyed the steps down nervously, wondering if she could even go down the stairs without falling. At this point- what would even happen if she fell down the stairs? Would she get bruised up, or cum in her pants?? Lia put her hand on the door frame to brace herself but then moaned because it feels good! In frustration at herself, she braces herself and slams either foot into the corner of the doorway- between frame and floor and shoves into it as hard as she can, as if to crush the nerves badly enough that they start to go numb from lack of blood flow and regain some modicum of control. Instead she grips the frame even harder from the shock of pleasure firing up into her. Even when she is trying to hurt herself it still feels good! Suddenly her skin tightens up her legs!! She stops shoving into the corners but it doesn’t matter, the pleasure keeps going. Her knees clack together, her feet still in the corners so she manages to hold herself up in the doorway even as the strength evaporates from her limbs. Crunch, crack, pop- bones in her feet pop apart, shrinking.. dissolving?! Her feet shrink and simplify, losing their shape, becoming more like a foot-shaped slab than an actual foot, and then further losing its shape. Just a bump on the end of her leg? And then not even that!! She would be afraid if her legs were not firing blinding pleasure straight into her brain making it impossible to think! Like rapid-fire, fast moving waves the pleasure fires into her, her pussy dripping in spite of the alarming situation! Then the structure of her legs shifted, and she was forced to fall onto her hands and knees! She cries out in pleasure, leaning forward heavily and squirming her legs to find some magical position she could put them in to create a gap in the pleasure- it was too much, too fast, it doesn’t stop!! At the same time there was a loud wet *smeck* and what sounded like splintering wood as her lower legs suddenly double in width, but then gradually settle back down. The pleasure very slowly started to fade. Liala dared not move at all for at least ten minutes. No idea what happened, but she doesn’t have feet now. Nor ankles. Her legs just abruptly end like a cylinder with soft edges. She very slowly attempted to get up, and could feel it as the skin at the bottom of her leg brushed along the floor- pleasure. Not as sharp as before but still there. She flipped over onto her butt and instead used her hands and legs to scoot herself along the floor- trying to get to the full body mirror between her closet and bed. The more pressure she applied to the bottom of her legs the better it felt, so even nudging herself along the floor felt good. The pleasure fires up her legs as fast as lightning, then linger and tingle in her actual pussy before fading out entirely. She took a deep breath staring at herself in the mirror before she dared grab a leg and bring it up to see the bottom in the mirror, to see where her feet used to be. She then let out a whimper as she seen the soft hole in the bottom of her leg just over where her ankle used to be, like it had somehow been ripped out of her. Except the edges were not irritated, it was just regular, soft skin leading to a hole. No blood in the hole- it looked like it was always meant to be there. She hooked a finger on the edge and tugged it open- and found it flexed far better than it should. Now arranged like the planks of a wooden barrel- what had been her tibia is now a dozen small flat bones around a gap straight up the middle of her leg. In place of the metal bands that hold a barrel together is instead ribs of muscle in her leg that allow the bone to expand or contract- she can easily stretch her leg to double the width, but when relaxed the bones press back together to brace her weight, allowing her to still stand on them. There is a firm ring of muscle under the opening that makes her shiver with pleasure when touched though. The inside of her leg is red skin, but not red with irritation. It is soft and rippled and- “Oh my God, its a vagina.” The stiff, pleasurable ring she feels around the opening is the internal portion of a clitoris- but because this ‘pussy’ is perfectly round, it has no top or bottom, so nowhere for the clit to actually stick out, so its only internal. Obviously this particular vaginal passage doesn’t actually go anywhere- there is no womb to attach to, it just leads into her knee socket. It is just a hole to stuff things in and feel pleasure- that is its only function. Unfortunately though; this is also where her feet are supposed to be. So... she can’t walk without pleasuring herself constantly. Tammy is the only one who stared into the Book Of Nothing long enough to see the knowledge to do any of this, so she is the only one consciously able to make these tweaks to reality. But being exposed to her, and knowing she doesn’t actually possess any sort of power they don’t- allowed everyone exposed to her to potentially make these changes too. But because they don’t actually know HOW- the only changes anyone else can make are what Tammy already changed... thus all changes revolve around a vulva... even if the change isn’t applied to said organ. This didn’t get Lia any closer to figuring out how to stop this though. The local ether is completely undisturbed, so there is no mana at play, which means there is no active spell. No magic is being used, so then how is this possible?? What really makes this confusing is that Tammy is the source- someone who is only a magical amateur, so whatever she is doing can’t be that hard to do. Yet Liala, a Fae- a member of a very magically inclined race- can’t even figure it out?? Liala spent half the night walking wobbly around her room, trying to figure out how she is going to make this work. When she stands her weight on her new legs, they spread out just a little bit, becoming broader at the bottom from her weight pushing on them- it also squeezes the clits firing pleasure up into her, which is then echoed by her actual pussy like a relay system. She also has to sort of drag her legs a bit before lifting them- if she tries to lift them straight up and down, her weight against the opening and the moisture the inner walls of her leg-cunts secrete creates a weak vacuum seal. Not only does lifting them straight up make a lewd wet kissing sound when it pops free- the vacuum sucks on the insides before the seal breaks and creates even more pleasure. She was also effectively leaving a slug-trail around her room. These vaginal passages don’t have skene’s glands so they cannot orgasm- they can cause her actual pussy to squirt. Her leg passages DO still have bartholin’s glands, so, they do self-lubricate, and thus make a mess when she is walking on them. Definitely need to avoid dirt or gravel areas while walking... her shoes sure as hell don’t fit anymore. She can at least flutter her wings to partially lift herself, reducing the weight she has to put down, though that tires out her back muscles pretty quickly. FunFact: all laws of aviation state that a Fae’s wings are not nearly large enough for them to be able to fly, yet they can! As soon as Liala woke up and dragged herself out of bed the next day after only a half night’s sleep at best- she set out to track down Ambrosia. When she seen the beauty the other day, her breasts were enlarged- by Tammy, which means it was using the forsaken book. Luckily there wasn’t THAT much of a rush to get to her house because... Lia was definitely not moving fast. Or anywhere near any established road, since encountering anyone else out in the open may raise more than a few questions, like why don’t you have any feet and why are you cumming in your pants. Unlike the other women- Ambrosia doesn’t typically wake up till noon. As a barmaid, she doesn’t go to work till mid-afternoon. She also doesn’t get off work till the wee hours of the following morning. The constant throb of pleasure with every movement was mind-numbing. Not from its intensity, but just the never ending drone of it. The soft, cool blades of grass she was walking through felt so gooood. She caught herself thinking some unintentionally lewd thoughts at random objects she passed... like wondering what it would feel like to ‘step’ on a fence post and take it up to her knee. She nervously leaned against the frame of the door as she knocked on Ambrosia’s door, hoping she was awake, or her knocking at least woke her up early. Knocking on the door feels good too... which makes her dread whether her arms will suffer the same fate as her legs- because that would be a whole new level of problems. Ambrosia answered the door wearing pajamas- but the top was billowed WAY out. Like it looks like she has two basketballs stuffed under there. “Ah-Ambrosia! Your breasts! They’re even bigger, did anything else happen??” “Wah?” She covered them with one arm, hugging the fat wobbly orbs to her as if to shield them. “N-no, they are as big as they were the last time you asked. I am... just not wearing a bra.” “Wait so... nothing happened to you?” “No? Why, what- oh god, what happened to YOU?” Ambrosia finally spotted the difference, looking Lia over fully to see why the Fae thought anything would be wrong. Ambrosia was certainly worried after hearing Lia explain the situation. Emily and Liala changed strangely. Emily never reported back after checking on Tammy, so Tammy is presumably fine at least. That means after her stop here- Liala is heading to Jezebel’s ranch. Because according to Ambrosia- no one has heard from her in a few days. Not necessarily a sign that something is wrong, but given the current situation- probably best to check. Ambrosia was almost worried enough to actually admit that her breasts are in fact larger. Ds after Tammy worked her magic- they have swollen up to H or I cups- the edge of which people have produced bras capable of containing. The thing is... she wanted big boobs. Both because she personally always felt ripped off without them, but also they make her a fortune in tips at the pub if she lets them stuff the money into her cleavage themselves. So while she is worried about everyone else’s condition... her own ‘condition’ is exactly where she wants it to be- she don’t want anyone fucking with it. Jazebel’s ranch was west corner of town, where the grassy fields turns to rockier cliffs beyond her property and takes a sharp turn up into the mountains. Because of its location there is always a nice cool breeze rolling down off the mountains. At least Lia didn’t have to worry about anyone else spotting her walking out here- homes are so far apart the tall grass almost obstructs the view of one from the other. She mostly relied on her wings- only hovering an inch off the ground, but faster than attempting to use her pussy-infested legs. Knocking on her door produced no response though. Surely she would have woken up by now to feed the animals? And the animals are out in the field- she would have had to let them out, they were not left to wander all night? The door was not locked, so Liala just let herself in. The pleasure in her arm was sharp, she gripped the knob even harder, shoving it into her palm. Fffffuuuck, feels so good, stop it, stop it, let go you dummy! Like her joints had seized up she really had to fight herself to let go of the doorknob again. She glanced at her palm but didn’t see anything different at least. Well- the imprint of the doorknob but she knows why that is there. She called out but no answer. House is left open but Jezebel herself isn’t home. She heard some odd set sounds from the barn when she stepped back out of the house- oh no, she is in the barn! The barn doors were wide open to let the animal out but not all of the animals left into the field. Liala gawked at her stunned- she was below a stallion sucking him off!! But, a full grown work horse has a three foot long dick, you shouldn’t be able to fit that in your mouth- but she is. Her oral fixation became stronger and stronger, when she ran out of men she could quickly drain- she turned to her animals instead. Let the dog wrap his forepaws around the back of her head and hump her face. Took a bull in the pussy and somehow wasn’t hurt by the extremely strong thrusts. Now a horse in her mouth... and throat... possibly even her stomach? You can clearly see the bulge of the horse’s dick in her throat all the way down and vanishing into her chest- you can even vaguely see the bulge of where the horse’s medial ring is, just below the halfway point of her throat. She shouldn’t be able to breath like that- yet seems perfectly fine. Jezebel is kneeling below it, leaned forward- using the force of its thrusts to remain upright so she can use both her hands to massage its huge black balls as she hums in pleasure around his cock. The horse starts thrusting aggressively and Lia darts forward about to say something, afraid the horse is going to break her friend’s neck, but again, Jezebel seems utterly unbothered by it. Her throat contorts like it is made of rubber, like she doesn’t even have bones anymore. The horse ejaculates into her and she cums immediately herself! She swallows every drop, and the horse has to back up and pull his dick out of her- otherwise she would have just kept sucking and licking, seeing if she can coax another load out of him. “Jezebel, what are you DOING? What... what happened to you? Tammy’s magic or... whatever it is- seems to be going out of control. We need to get you somewhere safe so we can try to fix this.” Her voice was strange, like she was trying to talk with fluid in her mouth even though she already swallowed it. “Wait, but... will there be men there?” “N-no?” “But I need cock! If you don’t have cock, you can’t fix me...” She squirmed, rubbing her own body, looking around the barn like someone eyeing pieces of food. She was looking for the next male to empty. “They taste so gooood... I am starving for it! I just need more to fill me up, then I will be fine!” “I think you had enough, you’ll be okay without it- I promise.” “N-no... more... MOAAAAR!” She opened her mouth wide, pawing at her throat, and its then Liala realized- she has no teeth. The inside of her mouth and throat is rippled, soft red skin... her MOUTH is a pussy!! Her tongue is now alight with the same pleasure receptors a clitoris would have! Lia watches helplessly as Jezebel starts to mutate in front of her- her own magic unable to do anything about this. This strange non-magic distorts reality, making the base subject no longer make sense in regards to the rest of the world, and thus she has no way of properly targeting them with a spell. They no longer fit the proper definition of a human- their cells aren’t even structured how they are supposed to be. Her throat made hollow, resonant *thunk*s as the muscle ribbing expanded, growing her neck wider and wider. Her entire torso undulated and even her vagina followed the undulations, making her wet pussy smack its hungry lips. She remained on her knees, looking up at the roof, and her arms went limp at her sides a moment. Her body undulates violently and suddenly her crotch bulges huge, then her midriff, then her sternum lets go with a sickening snap expanding her ribs wider than they should be allowed to go- then her throat rapidly expands. The mandibles of her jaw snap in half, dividing like a snake to stretch her mouth absurdly wide! Lia just shook her head sadly, realizing Jezebel did not have two vulva. The horse cum slowly dripped out the pussy between her legs. It is one pussy, with two sides. It goes down the entire length of her body. So she will never fill up. She can suck off a million men and she will never be full because whatever she takes in one end drips out the other. She could suck off a dick the size of a telephone poll and still not be satiated! As her body ripples it distorts- her proportions equalizing all the way down, her hips, midriff, chest, neck and maw all expand to equalize! Her clothing was already dishevelled and filthy- but now it tears and breaks off her distorting form. Her entire form like a tube, just a giant vagina! She bends over- her body bending in a U shape like her skeletal structure is just a loose suggestion to her. One hand on a knee, she reaches up with the other and sticks out her large, long tongue and grabs it, jerking it off, since it feels like a clit. Her vaginal passage starts to undulate again, now in automatic response to the pleasure. Because it goes all the way through her entire body- when it ripples quickly enough it opens all the way through- causing the wet slapping sounds of the two sides clapping together and opening again rapidly. With every jerk on her tongue her hips jerk back with it- the two ends mirror one another. Unable to stand looking at her malformed friend, unable to help- Liala ran back into the house not sure what to do. She just needs time to think, to get away from... that. Her running to the house put more pressure on her footsteps though, building a fire in her own crotch, making her drip in spite of herself. She wants to help Jezebel, but how? Jezebel doesn’t even want to be saved- her hunger for more has taken over her conscious thoughts, so she isn’t even considering the consequences of this situation. Lia leaned on the counter in the kitchen, splashing some water on her face. Nnngh, the edge of the counter on her hands feels so good. She wants to give in too- she wants to stomp on the next stiff object and shove it as far up into her legs as she can just to feel what it is like, but she is trying her hardest to resist. She is a dignified Fae! She needs to control this situation. She can do all sorts of weird shit like this with her own magic afterwards, when it is controlled and known. She picked up a melon- maybe she can bring Jezebel some actual food at least so she doesn’t dehydrate or starve out here before Lia can get a cure. Oh... but, she has no stomach. She would probably like if you shoved that entire uncut melon into her mouth alright- but it would also just slide through her entire body and fall back out the other end. So... no point. Liala went to put the melon back and just leave, but rolled it between her hands. Maaaan it feels so good. So stiff and smooth. Push on it. Roll it. Push harder. Her legs sucked the tile floor and her pussy flutters, wetting her panties below her skirt. She has been running around trying to figure this stuff out... she deserves a little pleasure too... right? She deserves this! She will... never figure this out if all she can think about it what it would feel like. She moans, pushing on either side of the melon, leaning forward to brace it against the counter, elbows out to the sides, shoving in as hard as she can. Aaaah what is she doing?! She needs to stop this... this feels so... no, don’t... more want... need more- to stop! Her wrists make a wet cracking sound and she freezes in place, in shock, not sure what to do, afraid to continue. But it doesn’t matter now- she can feel it... sliding inside. The melon is sinking into her skin!!! The bones in her forearm are transforming the same way her legs did- breaking up into dozens of long narrow bones bound together by muscle ribs! Unlike her legs though- her hands do not devolve into nothing at least. Her wrist breaks up, leaving the motor skills of her hands entirely braced on cartilage nuggets floating in twined muscle bands. The body of her hand stretches and her arm is forced wider as the melon sinks into a new vaginal passage- embedded in either arm! Having the pleasure so high on her body causes her heart to shudder violently with the shock of pleasure, making her almost think she was having a heart attack! The pussy between her legs mirrors this- feeling everything the other vagina do! She cries out desperately in pleasure, lifting her arms over her head as her palms touch in the middle- half the watermelon inside of her left arm and the other half in her right arm!! Her pussy explodes in climax, dripping fluid straight through her panties onto the floor under her, and Lia collapses to the floor shuddering and moaning! There, that wasn’t expected, but it wasn’t bad either, right? She could get used to- wait a minute those aren’t her thoughts!! Liala’s heart tightened and she slowly pulled her hands apart- they made loud wet kissing sounds as the melon pops back out and rolls to the floor. The ether in this room... is shifting unnaturally. There is someone here with her, invisible to the naked eye. Olana... the author of the Book Of Nothing... never left town. She is still here. “Sh...show... yourself.” At first- it looked like a giant mass of nothing but breasts! As Olana stood up straight, it revealed more. The breasts on her chest are absolutely enormous- the areola form half-sphere domes of their own off the fronts and her nipples are as thick as a human thigh and half the length of a forearm. As she sits up straight more limbs unravel from her form- she had them all resting on top of one another, camouflaging them under the bloated mass of her tits. She has six arms total- unusually long and spindly, but otherwise human in shape. On her back are two more limbs- dragon like wings but each digit hosts its own translucent membrane, layering them when the wings close... a hybrid faerie wing? Oh, right- Olana is, or... WAS a Fae at some point. Her lower body is completely gone- she has no legs, she cannot move. Her pussy has expanded so large that it took over her lower half, causing her to take the overall shape of a pitcher plant! While dormant, her arms stack on top of one another and rest on the labia ridge around the top of the ‘pitcher’ that is her pussy, and her breasts seal over the opening, hiding it from the outside while her head rests on a pillow of her own cleavage. Where the opening cinches on her side is what used to be her clitoral hood- now more like a sheath for a huge and enormously thick human penis. The veins glow blue- even trailing up her crotch a ways. The corona glows blue, and the glans- though the glow is much more dull inside of the glans. It is like the glowing lure on the head of an angler fish, luring prey to their doom! The outside of her giant pitcher shaped vulva is covered with rows on rows on rows of breasts, much smaller than her primary ones- but also much more numerous, absolutely covering the surface. She cannot move from this place- but also, she does not exist on this plane of reality. Reality collapses past this point, so from this one place she can effectively reach every other location in the town without needing to move. She is effectively everywhere at once!! Liala can tell from the deranged look in her glowing pink iris that she has long ago lost her fucking marbles- so as soon as Olana reaches for her, she runs. Olana is everywhere at once- but only from the other side of reality. If Liala remains on this side of reality, the monster cannot reach her without also phasing through, and in doing so- trapping herself on the wrong side with no legs. She can still whisper deranged nothings into her ears though- so Lia will have to pay close attention to her thoughts, to make sure they are all her own. Ambrosia was quite distracted at work that night- thinking about what Liala told her before. Such weird transformations. But... kind of hot too. Worrying because they are out of control but also... it must feel kinda good too... right? Her breasts certainly feel good, and she is glad that spell at least went to plan. She is making a small fortune on tips, and men spread the word, attracting more customers to the bar to see the suddenly enormously busty Ambrosia. As the night wore on though, she found herself flustered. She kept thinking about her friends and how they changed and wondering how it would feel. She also kept having to re-adjust her top, her breasts kept trying to spill out! And in touching them to stuff them back into place, she was unintentionally pleasuring herself. They love to be squished! The harder she digs her fingers into the fat rubbery flesh the stronger the tingle of pleasure is! Her nipples tingle like electricity from the pleasure, always standing erect, which makes her all the more aware of any movement in the fabric. Her nipples don’t stand down, so as soon as her top starts to slip, the fabric drags on them and makes her shudder from the feeling. She skitters to a quieter area of the bar, stuffs them back in, snaps herself out of a lewd daydream and then hops back to work. But, the fabric isn’t actually moving. Her breasts are getting bigger. So she tugs loose the strings at the back of her top loosening them so she can hike the top up over her ripe melons, then tighten them a bit again to grab and hold the girls in place. And then another string. Then another. The men raise their eyebrows at her but smile all the same. She passes it off as they are just drunk- surely she cannot be growing in size as the night presses on... that would be silly... heh heh... heh. Stuff them down into the fabric, come on girls.... get... in... there! Rub down the fronts, idle on her sensitive nipples. Fuuuuck they feel so good. The bigger they get the more sensitive they become! She wants to rip off her own top and just flop down and knead the shit out of them. But she can’t... she is stuck at work. Bigger, heavier, fatter. Another string loose, another. She could balance an entire tray of drinks on her tits alone and not even use her hands at this point! She has an eight foot long blind spot directly below her because she can’t see past her own boobs! She started to bump into people on ‘accident’ just to feel them touched. Bend over just a bit too far, mash the front of them against the edge of a table when putting the drinks down, squash one against the edge of a wall turning a corner, muffle a moan as her nipple flicks past the edge. Not just a physical tingling but a mental one too- the tingle of anticipation. They feel so good, and they are getting bigger still! She wants to examine them properly and figure out why she is still growing. She wants to touch them, ease off the growing need. She wants to dig her fingers into her obese mountains and squeeze till her cunt explodes! M-maybe that is all she needs? Just a quick break, just slip into the bathroom and rub them. So she does. Barely gets in the door and slams her back against it to prevent anyone else from coming in. Ambrosia barely touched the strings at the back of her outfit and they burst open- already struggling to contain her inside! When released her tits flop up over the cloth and plop down heavily to either side before swinging together, slapping each other in the middle, going into a jiggling fit and finally settling... over her stomach. They are so large that in spite of how round and taut they are- they eclipse her halfway down her stomach- which makes each tit almost as big as the torso its attached to. She cups them from below and moans loudly- forgetting where she is. Every touch is wonderful, electrical. She shivers from the pleasure, but its only surface level. She has an inch deep inside. She grabs them up from below, and uses her whole arms to squeeze them again herself. A wet spot becomes visible on the front of her skirt as her pussy drips, drooling for more! She reaches up, nudging her sensitive nipples and slips her middle and ring finger inside, tugging at the opening! It feels SO good! This is what she was always missing by not having breasts! It feels so good that the fact there shouldn’t be an opening there in the first place, goes completely over her head. The coloration of her areola has greatly faded- it is now only a shade deeper than the rest of her flesh. Her nipples however are red like her lips... because they are not nipples anymore- they are the glans clitoris. What used to be areola are now twin pubic mounds. Without it even registering in her head- she is fingering a pussy on the front of either of her tits! That is why they have grown so large- the inside of her breasts contains a huge womb! As she paws at herself, kneading the fat flesh and swirling her fingers in the tight, clenching holes- they grow still larger. The more pleasure she feels the more she enjoys it, the more she enjoys it the more she wants, and the more she wants- the more she gets. She isn’t lewd! She just can’t help it! It feels good, how can she not want more? But then... how does she stop? How do you stop when you can’t make yourself want to stop in the first place, and you are the only person with any control over it? She leans forward, unable to hold her back straight against the weight of her obscenely bloated tits, now drooling pussy juice. The plump mounds on their fronts blush and swell, her clit-nipples bloating up into little sausages, she now purses all of her fingers to plunge into the openings! She is practically fisting her boobs! Fat flesh starts to billow around the contours of her arms. Knees buckle... so... so much weight. Plap- soft skin bounces off the tile floor. Her little break turned into a long one. Breathing heavily, a vacant stare forward as she plunges as much of her arms as she can into her tits! Bigger, bigger, bigger. Oops, broke a sink off the wall. Ooops, caved in a stall door. Wait... that means she is too big to fit out the door to go back to work?? She is trapped in the bathroom? Everyone in the pub was already staring at the bathroom door with their eyebrows raised but no one dared speak up about it. Literally everyone could hear her moaning in there. The door creaked for several seconds before the pin in the hinge suddenly let go and with a loud bang that startled everyone- the bathroom door was ripped out of the wall and fired across the room like a projectile!! A wall of tit flesh bloated out of the doorway! Before anyone could react, six spindly arms stretched out of the stone walls of the pub, reaching for them!! Everyone got out of their seats in fear. A face, head, then hair started to form out of the wall as Olana partially phased into this side of reality, warping the physical world to make a pseudo form for herself! “The witch of the rose house! She returns!!” Everyone immediately evacuated the pub, already knowing to fear her. Olana smiled, then moaned before cupping her own breasts, glancing at Ambrosia and then phasing back into her side of reality. That was the best she can do to help the poor woman. The next day, the town was in an uproar. The townsfolk were gathered to central town, having evacuated all the other homes, gathered with pitchforks and torches for the return of the ‘witch’ Olana. Liala broke into her house- the old rose house. Hinges so rusty she practically had to tear the door off in order to get inside. The entire outside of the house is caked in roses, though that also meant pushing through a thorny bramble to get inside. She stumbled a bit, catching herself on a table but then had to snap herself out of feeling the table up- touching anything felt good after all. Her hands have gotten even worse while she slept. Because in her dreams she could not help what her physical body did, so she spent the night fondling herself in her sleep. Her fingers lost definition. Bones softened to cartilage encased in a cocoon of muscle and nerves. Rounder, shorter, smoother skin, blushing a red-pink. The normal skin of her hand gives way to blushing, smooth folds of her palm, sinking into the vaginal passage inside of her forearms. The regular flesh only folds slightly in between fingers, forming into a few soft folds around their base- as her fingers have now transformed into clitoris. The bunched up 'regular' flesh around their base act as a clitoral hood for each former finger. Five clits for each hole. At least she can still bend them to touch and pick things up- but now that they are technically clits, moving them at all creates still more pleasure. On her trip here, she could only stave off the desires to grab and shove every object she encounters into her limbs, by fondling her own breasts under her shirt as she dashed here, leaving a slug-trail on the grass behind her with her leg pussies. When she grabs her breasts and pushes them against herself hard enough, the nipples pop in as deep as her former wrists were, the rippled, wet, red flesh of her inner hands gulp at whatever they are fed, trying to draw it deeper which massages her tits with the soft wet skin. Her hand easily stretches wider, till all her clits rest against the surface of the breast, managing to partially swallow them into her arms! She came to this place to look for answers, to learn more about Olana and the Book Of Nothing. What she found was charcoal scribbles on everything. The walls, the doors, the roof, the floor, the furniture. What her charcoal did not adhere to was instead scored with a knife. Her notes were even scratched into the glass on the inside of her windows. ----- The sun is far brighter than any mortal could burn. Too unobtainable to discern. It hurts to look at, but if you stare long enough your eyes start to adjust, the rest of the world darkens but you can see the sun. It has a face, I never noticed before. The smiling face of an infant! Its smile beams down on the world, warming it with his pleasant visage. ----- The face is but a mask. A mask of flesh on the end of its long, fang-filled maw... if you listen hard enough you can hear it speaking in a voice with no words. Its name is Um. The Ungod Um coils around the entire world, but its flesh is black as the void of space so only the golden radiance of its false-face is visible to us. The clouds in the sky follow the movement of its many arms, for it is so vast that the stars in the sky swirl with its every movement. ----- The world is built on our perception, but our perception is shapen through iteration! A self-fulfilling prophecy that creates an increasingly tight cage! More rigid rules born from our perceived understanding of everything! Then true power is nothing! To understand everything you must first know nothing! A book! A Book Of Nothing! I will write a hole, a void to throw your mind into. The less you know, the more power you will have over the sway of all things, so this is what my book will offer you! An exchange- power for knowledge. Stare into forever and lose your mind, so that you may obtain the truth that there are no truths!! ----- Liala groaned. There are no answers here- just the ramblings of a mad woman. The scribbles are not even complete... so what she did read was not even written here... Olana filled in the gaps- pushing her own thoughts into Liana’s head to complete the old ramblings, as if trying to help her. It didn’t much matter now. It has become increasingly clear there was no cure for this, and it would spin wildly out of control if let out. The knowledge of the situation is enough to spread this... curse of bliss. If left untended, it could destroy humanity as it is known. The only way to contain it is to seal the knowledge. And step 1 was already complete. The messenger arrived from Faelor and quickly stopped the townsfolk from rioting and burning the house to the ground on a wild goose chase for a witch they cannot possibly attack in the first place. To save them- Liana told them nothing of the situation. She gave only enough details to understand that they cannot be allowed to understand, and gave them the book. The people of Faelor are familiar with all sorts of magics- so they know what sort of threat archaic curses can pose. In their magically sealed vaults, the Book Of Nothing can be sealed away forever. Sure, she could bury the book, but what happens when its physical condition deteriorates? Does the curse die, or does it become untethered from the pages, to wreak havoc across the world? Liala could guard the book herself... but then what happens when she dies? Then anyone could find and have it. Or given the current state of her body- she loses her mind and is no longer a viable guardian of anything. No... giving the book to Faelor isn’t an eternal solution, but it is as permanent a solution as she can fathom. The arcanist from Faelor bought her time, while Liala wandered town, wrapped in a cloak to hide her mutations. Always touching herself as she wandered about trying to round up her friends, their entire coven transformed into malformed blobs of pleasure. Emily and Tammy had already merged together. The broken reality caused them to simply grow into the same body- because they are both embodiments of lewd bliss, so they did not have enough definition between one and the other and simply became one tangled mess. Liala then brought them Jezebel, and had to use her magic to pry Ambrosia out of the pub and transport her to them as well. As soon as their bodies met, they melded together, sharing their pleasures with one another. A harmony of womanly moans, gasps, and delirious giggles form a choir of unrestrained lust. Liala was a bit sad, when she fell through the plane of reality, to where Olana waits. She joined her friends... offering her still mostly sane mind to them to keep them united in their eternity, everywhere in the town but also nowhere. Invisible to the townsfolk- because their existence, in this state, is just as dangerous as the book. To behold them is to know too much, so to properly seal the curse... she also had to seal herself, and her friends along with her. But she was not the first to figure that out. Olana merged into them as well and all of the women cried out in orgasmic bliss, bloating out across the town, towering over it without the people within even being aware that they are there at all. Tammy’s colossal pussy now a hundred times her own size- making her actual body look like nothing more than a tiny accessory perched on top. Inside her urethra is the distorted face of Jezebel- her gulping, drooling maw serves as a pussy inside of a pussy, sealed and fused to the inside of the urethra, while the vaginal passage below is blocked by the gargantuan extroverted uterus. The clit is a gigantic, rounded pillar trailing meat curtains off its base, with Emily straddling the base. Her legs fused with and became part of the clitoral hood, anchoring her there- while her own giga clit fused with Tammy’s, twining them together. Ambrosia is fused into Tammy’s back so their backs are linked together down to the hips- neither of them have legs, because they’d be swallowed by the soft outer labia flesh below even if they did still exist. Ambosia’s colossal building-sized tits rest on the ground under them, propping both of them up. She shoves against them as hard as she can though- trying to grind the vulva on their fronts into the ground. Olana fusing into them melted most of her body into it- forming a ring of tits growing off the upper mound of Tammy’s giga pussy- between the clit and the actual woman it spawned from. In the middle of the ring of tits, her torso rises up, though devoid of arms, she sports two breasts which in turn sport two cocks in place of nipples, as big as an entire grown human each. Then from her own crotch is instead Liala- her legs fused together and then fused into Olana in turn, facing her. She cannot stop touching the giant faire pumpkin sized breasts and the cocks they sport. Her clit fingers constantly buzzing with pleasure, the vaginal passages in her forearms constantly gulping, wanting more touch. If she bends the dicks- she can manage to shove them into her arms to penetrate herself. Olana certainly doesn’t mind- she has no limbs in which to touch herself with, so she sort of relies on Liala. All of the women share a form that is both beautiful and horrific at the same time. It feels so right even though its so obviously wrong. There is no spell to undo this- because it was never a spell in the first place. It was an edit to reality, reality itself was changed to make it so this was how their bodies are. The women take turns, borrowing Liala’s mind to think their own thoughts in, as a somewhat safe place Liala kept isolated from the rest. It feels sort of sad, to be cast out and imprisoned outside of everything like this... but also, they can’t really feel sad anymore. Had the emotion been deleted from their perception entirely? Or was it just impossible to feel sad when you feel so damn good all the time? Liala felt another’s thoughts enter her mind, and looked across at Olana knowingly. “So. The Ungod Um?” “I figured out... the Ungod is not an entity in itself. It is... a reflection of reality as we know it. I was looking outside of reality and seeing it from an outside perspective.” “So all that talk about a lack of knowledge being true understanding..?” “Lightning takes the path of least resistance. So does reality. Think of the cosmos as containing everything that ever could be, but reality as we know it is just a bolt of lightning. Sometimes it forks, but it sticks to the same path for the most part. This... cursed understand lets you step back, outside of the lightning’s path. Instead of existing inside of what IS, you exist inside of everything that both is and also could be... which allows you to then change what is. All these things were already possible, but our understanding and our limited perception crippled us.” “So you really think you offered some, precious gift to the world in this discovery?” She laughed. “Gods no. It is all blighted knowledge- why do you think I came here ahead of you? I already knew enough to throw myself from the bounds of this world to save everyone else from learning. But... it felt too good, my mind could not focus, and a lack of focus for such a long period of time... there was little I could accomplish outside of simply being out of the way.” The problem with altering reality is; it is built on iteration and experience- if you just abruptly shift something in the middle, other things no longer make sense. If there are no rules, everything begins to unravel, you remove the very foundation of existence. It also prevents anyone from ever repairing it because if there are no valid rules- it will just continue to cascade into chaos regardless of what you do or don’t do. “The Book Of Nothing devours the reader’s sanity. In trying to discern information that simply is not there- things they did know fall into question and the book whittles away your sanity. This was a stupid means to achieve my goals, but by the time I made it I was already losing my own mind to this power. But the book and this power are not entwined. Reading the book will eventually lead to this- but it is a side effect. This knowledge can be passed without the book, and is a curse in itself. Though... a rather pleasant one, no?” “Too pleasant.” “Yes. But with humanity safe from sharing our fate, is it not a wonderful way to spend eternity? Nothing to worry about, never hungry, never tired, never aging. Just pleasure, always and forever~” “Nnngh...”