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After Pippin and Merry were thrown into the dungeon of Barad-dur, they were brought to Sauron’s throne hall. Sauron came in with a wicked smile and demeanor and using his dark magic blasted their clothes into oblivion and put cursed piercings on their body. The piercings glowed with dark magic and hurt them like hell, designed to corrupt their souls slowly with endless lust. Sauron sat on his throne and watched the two hobbits squirm in pain. The former Dwarf Queen Thira who was now known as the Goblin Queen of Middle Earth was the horniest and most slutty goblin in Mordor. She came into the hall finding the two hobbits masturbating like crazy. While being naked she teased them with her naked body but they resisted and just jacked off furiously, ignoring her. However the curse of the rings prevented Merry and Pippin from cumming while masturbating. Frustrated, Merry and Pippin started to act aggressive and angry for the first time in their lives as hobbits. Throughout their whole life Merry and Pippin cared only about food and smoking Shire pot. Now they did not have any desire other than cumming non stop. They started cursing at Goblin Queen Thira and Sauron while still jacking off without result. Seeing them curse and behave aggressively Thira gave an evil smile and approached the hobbits seductively. The two frustrated hobbits stopped masturbating and stood in front of her in awe and lust. Their dicks jumped and throbbed like crazy while she stood like a horny whore. Immediately Thira grabbed their dicks with both of her hands and started to pump their dicks. Merry and Pippin felt a crazy ecstatic feeling wash over them.

"Cum! Cum, horny littl’ hobbits! Cum fa’ ya queen!" The goblin queen exclaimed with a smile and pumped their cocks harder and faster. Merry and Pippin moaned in ecstasy, drool hanging from their lips as they edged closer and closer to release, their minds left open for Sauron's corruption to poison their thoughts.

"Aaah, I can't hold back anymore. Please! Make me cum! Ah, fuck I’m cumming! Mmmmmmmhhhhh! Fuuuuckk!" Pippin cried out in pure ecstasy as his cock started spurting hot, white, sticky cum all over Thira's hand and her arm. The sight was too much for Merry who also started squirting cum all over the princess' big grey-green warty breasts. She smiled and licked the cum off her fingers before letting her foot long tongue fall from her sharp maw and lewdly collecting Merry's load from her cleavage.

"Scrumptious... I can taste a hint o’ what's to come."

The two hobbits were panting and heaving, still horny with their cocks holding firm even after cumming so much. They smiled with dumb relief over their faces before they both started to feel weird and dizzy. In seconds pain wracked their bodies. Something was wrong and their fear couldn't be overstated as they screamed and grabbed at their sides. The rings, etched with Sauron's influence, burned. Their pierced nipples stood hard and seared with heat. Their noses ached and flared as the heavy nasal piercings scorched the hairs in their nostrils. Their ears burned from the pierced lobes to the pointed tips and filled their brains with stupefying heat as they groaned and drooled. And their cocks were the worst of all. Still hard, the golden rings etched with dark magic tightened under the throbbing pink heads of their cocks and burned in Sauron’s toxic corruption. The heat, almost painful, crept down their shafts as veins throbbed prominently, until the hot wave reached their hairless nuts.

Their eyes rolled up as they fell over shaking and crying out in a twisted mixture of pleasure and pain. The burning heat in their nipples spread over their chests and down their stomachs as they were covered in sweat. Muscles bulged and pumped under their stretching skin filling out their pecs with slabs of firm meat as divots segmented their abs until they had glistening 6-packs. Merry’s fingers dug deep into his increasingly muscular sides as his forearms and biceps swelled with strength. Thick veins outlined across his skin as his once noodle limbs became strong enough to strangle an orc. His body pumping with musculature and definition never seen on a hobbit before. Sweat dripped off his body that bulged with musculature. Pippin also experienced his muscle growth and his thin chest quickly filled out with equally impressive musculature. Pippin groaned and pinched his nipples as his thighs piled on muscle, tendons swelling as his calves gained definition and pump. Their backs popped as they grew another inch and their feet extended another inch to match. They cried and whimpered as the rings on each of their dicks stretched out to accommodate their cocks pushing out another inch, and their balls dropped another fraction, their hairless scrotums drawing up tight around their swelling gonads.

Left huffing and sweaty the two hobbits now looked like bodybuilders with more muscle than even a dwarf. Still huffing as they slowly regained some of their senses, Thira smiled down at them.

“Yeeaah, I can already tell you two will be right as filthy rain under my ranks,” said Thira, cockney accent as thick as her cleavage, savagely happy at how much more masculine and brutish they were starting to look.

“Get them ready for the final ritual of corruption. I want you to personally prepare them to serve me as willing thralls in the black army,” said Sauron before taking his leave into the shadows in a drift of hot ash.

Thira was more than happy to oversee their further corruption. She commands the two to follow, and she leads the hulking tainted hobbits to their chambers, which is little more than a dungeon.

“You slogs, wait ‘ere ‘til I return with something ta start tha next step o’ ya lessons in goblinhood. Try not ta make too much of a mess without me, but I guess wit d’ose rings it’ll be hard without my cunt ta milk tha seed from ya, heeheeheehahahahaa!” She laughs sadistically, teasing the tips of their cocks before leaving the cell and locking the door.

The two could only drool and moan, barely able to think straight from the arousal and their diminished intellect.

“Me…I-I’m so horny still. She can’t leave us like this!” stutters Merry. Pippin sat back on his muscled ass, suppressing a moan as he kept his hand on his cock.

“She. She’s evil. Will someone even come for us? I need someone to help me cum! I have to get out of here!” Pippin shouted as he rubbed his cock harder to no avail.

Merry fell back and did the same, both grunting and moaning as they stroked their cocks but could only graze the edge of orgasm as their 10 inch shafts spurted precum freely. Their minds slid further to their base instincts as their aching cocks dulled any thoughts not related to cumming.

“Can’t take it! Need to cum. That goblin whore! I’m going to fuck the life out of her when she comes back,” growls Merry, “That fat stack cunt is gonna be mine!”

“No you muscleheaded shite, she’s going to be mine… Yeah… huhuh… All Pippin’s.”

“No… Mine! I get the first fuck. It was my idea. Merry’s!”

“No, I go first! I’m son of Paladin, you get my sloppy seconds!”

“Fuck that! That goblin cunt is gonna be oozing my spunk before you even touch!”

With their diminishing intellect, the two arguing musclebound hobbits quickly start tossing and tumbling with each other to establish dominance and determine who would breed the Goblin Queen first. Their hardy bodies worked up a sweat as they rolled around on the floor naked, cocks jousting and frotting in their primitive fight. The pleasure of their cocks frotting between their sweaty muscles bodies were pushing them closer and closer to the edge, the touch of another giving them a path to release as the rings glowed with their sexual aggression. Merry pinned Pippin down, both their cock heads bulged and spat their tainted hobbit precum over their chests and faces as they pushed closer to climax. They separated, huffing and panting with relief as Merry declared victory.

“I win. I’m strongest hobbit. Me! I get first fuck!” drooled Merry as his arousal only died down enough for his warping thoughts to clear some, his cock dripping tainted sludge over his hairy hobbit feet.

As Merry won the fight and was roaring like a beast triumphantly, the ring sensed his corruption and suddenly made him cum hands free, spurting loads of cum. Defeated, Pippin was feeling anger and frustration as he was still not allowed to cum because of his cock ring. However despite his victory Merry’s cock got hard in no time and desired release once more. In just minutes after their recent fight they were again both frustrated and horny but Pippin wanted revenge. He wanted to fight and beat Merry. He needed to cum no matter what.

They sat there, huffing as they unconsciously licked up the cum dripping down their chins. Stomachs growling, they quickly start licking up the spilled seed, noting its musky masculine taste and only making their stomachs growl more. They started collecting the seed from their sweaty muscled bodies, eating it all as their musky bodies dripped a mixture of their cum and sweat.

They eventually ate all of the cum, the taste reminding them of a tainted version of the hearty stew back home in the shire, or what was left of the memories of their previous lives as simple hobbits. Soon they were distracted again, cocks twitching with renewed desire and leaking tainted precum as their fingers played with the cum puddles on their abdomens.

Still hungry, Pippin noticed the gummy build up around the ring just under the head of Merry's fat 10 inch cock. He looked at his own that was similar and started to collect his own smeg from his fat, girthy hobbit cock, in a thick fingerful and eagerly ate the musky substance. Merry glared at Pippin angrily, wanting to be included as well.

" I want some. Gimme!" said Merry in a horny drift but Pippin grunted and shook his head.

"Get your own ya dumb bastard!" said Pippin before continuing to chew his own increasingly foul smeg.

Merry was about to fight him when he saw his own dripping smeg sodden tip and collected the foul treat to stick into his mouth.

"Mmmm... Salty..." grunted Merry as his thoughts dulled as the new flavor spread over his tastebuds.

"Yeah...Cock butter good..." agreed Pippin. The rings seemed to magically make the smeg rebuild and they soon were trying each other's before hungrily sucking each other's cocks to get more.

After some time Pippin decided to make his move and beat Merry to submission. His cock ring was almost torturing him to fight and receive the reward of carnal pleasure as it was glowing and tightening his throbbing cock, sending twisted thoughts into his brain. Just as they were about to fight, the door of their cell opened and Thira appeared with a wicked smile.

“From now on you slogs will address me as your queen if’n ya want ta spurt ya smelly cum ever again!” she commanded with an evil smile. Both Merry and Pippin replied “Yesss Queen Thira!” with a horny expression on their faces. Thira was enjoying the further corruption and submission of their minds, and ordered one of the orc guards to bring a stool in the cell and she sat on it. Thira immediately ordered our hobbits to sit on their knees in front of her. She spread her legs to show them her musky wet throbbing cunt. Her hairy cunt was emanating a heavy musk and was dripping her yellowish corruptive juices on the stool and floor.

“Good! Suck my smelly toes, ya slogs! Now!” shouted Thira like a dominatrix and lifted both her steaming smelly feet towards their drooling faces.

Merry and Pippin started sucking and licking Thira’s feet with great enthusiasm. The smell and taste intoxicated them as their minds were being rewired. Their submission to Thira was becoming permanent as submissive thoughts were drilling into their brains. The rings were glowing and burning their cocks and nipples as they were amplifying their corruption. Thira was greatly enjoying their worship of her feet while drooling with her long tongue out. She fingered her cunt while feeling the pleasure from her feet and eventually the feeling overwhelmed her and she squirted her tainted yellowish fem cum on Merry and Pippin. The sight of Thira and her smelly juices falling on them was too much for Merry and Pippin as they squirt huge amounts of cum with their eyes rolling back and their tongues out.

"Hehehehehe! Yess, that’s right. Cum for ya mistress! Cum for my feet my littl’ hobbits!" shouted Thira who enjoyed their cum shower while cackling with evil laughter.

The two halflings changed with every orgasm and subsequent meal of their own seed and smeg. Every time, they became hairier, skin more pale, and their seed and musky sweaty bodies taking on a more foul smell.

Days went by since the two were brought into Barad-dur as prisoners of Mordor, and everyday the two of them did the same thing: they kept on stroking their dicks nonstop as they tried to find release with their hands, but to no avail. They increasingly resorted to eating smeg and sucking and stroking each other off to achieve orgasm as their inhibitions broke down with every mind-numbing pulse and release of their shafts. Everyday they found themselves frustrated with their constant desire to cum, and because of that they constantly fought over who would be the one to plunge their fat dicks into Thira's wet folds, to be the one to impregnate the foul and vile goblin queen of Mordor.

To their benefit each time Merry or Pippin emerged victorious from their fight they were rewarded with an orgasm from their cock rings. However their most rewarding days were when Thira visited them to indulge in developing their foot fetish further and making them more submissive to her each day. Eventually she managed to make them addicted to her smelly goblin feet and increased the sensitivity of their own huge smelly hobbit feet so much that massaging their own feet made their cocks throb uncontrollably. The throbbing of their cocks traveled down their balls, around their spines and centered in their head. Each pulse from their own foot massages sent twisted thoughts into their skulls until they shot huge amounts of cum. They were now Queen Thira’s increasingly brutish foot sluts.

It wasn't until ten days later that Thira returned to their cell, surprised to see the two have turned into bigger brutes, even more brawny and burly than any human warrior she has seen but still shorter than any man at 4'6". Their lips were coated with thick smeg, bodies smelling like cum and unwashed musk as the two muscle headed halflings jacked off. Abs bulged from their bellies that were filled with chunky smeg and seed.

"Hmm, looks like you two have been busy d’ese past few days," she chuckles as she eyed their naked bodies, "Good work."

The two brutes did not answer, only moaned as they kept on trying to milk the cum out of their cocks. Her pungent smell hit them, musky and fertile, and their cocks drizzled over the floor, adding to the sweat puddles already accumulating on the dark stone.

"Yesss.... You two will make prime breeder brutes for muh goblin army under Sauron's banner.”

"Green whore queen! You fuck now. Get on Merry cock!"

"Dumb goblin bitch queen give me smelly cunt to fuck!" shouted Pippin, drooling freely.

"Soon my hobbies... But first ya drink so ya don't die o’ thirst," said Thira as she squeezed one of her nipples to express a drizzle of yellowish milk.

The drooling hobbit brute's cocks jumped at the thought of sucking her dark green nipples and quickly lumbered over to her as she grabbed their heads and pulled them to her tits.

They didn't hesitate to start greedily biting and sucking her thick rubbery nipples as she pulled their hot sweaty bodies closer to hers.

They drank her corruptive goblin milk as she moaned and stroked her claws through their damp hair.

"Good boys... Drink all muh goblin milk an’ grow stronger than tha weak hobbits you were born as..." Thira smiled deviously at the two hulks, whose minds were corrupted even further. As they drank, their bodies heated up, cocks dripping as the rings responded to their corruptive intake. Their muscles bulged as their spines popped, extending another inch. Their ears grew larger and pointier, now resembling the wicked ear shape of goblins. The nails on their hands and feet grew longer and more jagged as the hair over their growing feet thickened, the cum and sweat on them sizzling with musky heat as they were further indoctrinated in Sauron's dark ways. They grunted in discomfort when they felt their brow ridges jutting forward, thickening until it darkened their eyes. Bicuspids grew as their teeth yellowed and their brows started to thicken as fat foreskins rolled over the thick heads of their cocks, concealing the cursed rings on them as their nipples and areola grew and skin became more rough but at the same time incredibly sensitive to touch.

They pulled back huffing and groaning as their horniness demanded their attention.

"Ah, I can tell ya two will do nicely under my ranks... ‘specially like this, horny beasts lustin’ for any hole ta pump ya fat cocks into."

They nodded, brains addled with horniness and more brutishly dumbed down as their cursed cocks remained erect and twitching for release.

Thira could see them squirming and shaking for orgasm and she grinned deviously. She pinched and pricked the ends of her nipples with her claws, causing her purplish black blood to mix with a few drops her goblin milk and snickered before she poked the tips of her claws into their urethras, while massaging their big hairy feet with her own. The twisted pleasure wracked their bodies, causing them both to convulse and grunt as their eyes rolled up. The feel of her slimy swollen toes gliding across the tops of their large feet and kneading their toes felt like waves of orgasmic pleasure rippling up through them with every follicle moved under the green toes. They gurgled and groaned as her dark infection poured in through their fat hobbit cocks. The heads of their cocks darkened as purple-black veins scattered down their cocks that pushed out another inch. Their heavy balls churned as the corruption reached them, swelling further and coated in thick sweat that steamed with musk, as the seed within corrupted further until yellow tinted precum was oozing in thick gouts around her claw in each of their cock tips that made the holes open larger to release more musky fluids. They were soon cumming onto her with their final white pure Hobbit seed turning a bright corrupted yellow as she pulled back her claws and pressed a fingertip over the larger urethras to force their orgasm to lock up. The purple-black veins soon after disappeared as the corruption was permanently spread in their large balls. They both roar in frustration, eyes flickering to a more bestial fiery slit before returning to their normal brown and green hobbit eyes.

She bent over and presented her dark green goblin cunt to them. Pippin tries to go in first, but Merry knocks him over and slides his fat 11 inch thick cock into her. With a grunt he starts pumping and pounding into her.

"Yesss.... Give me a strong brood o’ nasty goblins wit ya tainted cum," cries out Thira between heavy moans.

After pumping her swollen pussy savagely he cums until the yellow corrupted hobbit seed splattered out between them. He fell back huffing as Pippin took his place and started fucking the corrupted goblin whore.

Still horny and uninhibited, Merry lumbered behind Pippin and penetrated him. Pippin growled at his hole being taken but continued thrusting into the hot slimy cum-slick pussy. The three fucking like dark beasts until they came. Thira fell back with a wicked smile at seeing how much more massive Merry and Pippin have grown from fucking her. The two dumbed down halflings fell back next to her, cocks pulsing as they dripped seed and smeg until they both passed out.

She smiled and stood up, scooping a small bit of their seed onto her fingers and lapping up the foul yolky mixter as her womb, filled with their tainted loads, let the seed take root in her loins. With an evil snicker, she whistled to the guards waiting outside the chamber. They entered and immediately averted their eyes, their hard cocks giving away their desires as she pointed to the halfling brutes passed out on the cum-soaked stone floor.

“They’re ready. Take d’ese two ta be prepared for tha final ritual of corruption. I want ‘em completely reborn ta perfectly serve me in tha black army as we carry out Sauron’s will.”

“Liverwort, tongue o’ warg, ash o’ balrog, and spider venom. Jus’ as ya ordered, master,” said Thira as she mixed the contents together in a crude wooden bowl and handed it to Sauron. He then took 3 vials from his cloak, each housing murky yellow fluids.

"The seed, sweat, and urine of orc, goblin, and troll," he said, pouring the contents in the bowl and stirring before he turned to Thira, "And finally milk of goblin queen to bind the concoction. She hissed with a sharp grin and stepped forward to pull on one of her dark nipples over the bowl. Rancid goblin milk joined the foul mixture as it bubbled and steamed like the cauldron centered in the room. He poured the foul tincture back into the 3 glass bottles.

"A taste of what's to come for my little goblin queen," said Sauron as he had her open her slimy sharp maw and poured out one of the vials into her mouth. She eagerly drank the mixture, immediately feeling the dark magic in the core of her being rise as more warts bubbled up on her skin. Her spine popped and extending, growing new segments of bone as her muscles ached around them and pushed her height to a solid 5 feet 5 inches. Tits, already large, bloated and sagged as her nipples pointed down and oozed sour goblin milk. The potency of her body's corrupted fluids increased as she hissed with evil glee. She curled her fingers and toes, making them pop as they grew more gnarled. Her damp feet growing warts and bunions that bent her big toe and pinky toe inwards as they extended. The foul evils inside of her empowered and evolving her corruption to that of dire goblin witch queen. The twisted ecstasy brought on by her form being even more repulsive gave her racking pleasure that pushed her into a powerful orgasm. Slimy yellow femcum squirt from her enlarged pussy, and soaked the stone floor as she cackled and rubbed her nipples. Satisfied she stepped back and addressed Sauron.

"It’s finished, master. Your corrupted potion is all done. We start tha’ ritual an’ bring d’ese pitiful creatures under your power."

"Yesss... That would please me."

"Alright ya filthy slogs. Bring d’ose hobbits in," she yelled to the orcish guards.

Merry and Pippin were dumped on the floor, slowly coming to. They awoke before the bubbling black cauldron with Thira and Sauron standing before them. Already their cocks were hard and as dumbed down as they were, they started stroking themselves, eager for more sex.

"Queen goblin whore. Let me breed!" shouted Merry.

"No me! Muh'lady goblin!" bellowed Pippin.

"Before either of you boorish wretches get any goblin cunt you pledge your darkened hearts to me and show your loyalty to the black army," growls Sauron, as the rings ache and burn in tune with his voice. The two tainted hobbits squirmed, groaning under the weight of his words and their cursed rings searing away their will as their broken minds submitted to him.

"What must hobgobs do, Lord Sauron?" said Merry as both he and Pippin fell to their knees before the Dark Lord. He hands Thira the two remaining potions.

"Drink! Ya cock-brained halflings!"

The two accept the potions, the twisted foul aroma curling up the noses as they began to drink them down until both bottles were empty.

"Good... Now be baptized in the bones and blood of trolls, orcs, and goblins to truly be one of my scions..." said Sauron as he lifted them into the air with dark magic and over the large bubbling cauldron.

They floated over the boiling cauldron, eyes wide as they hovered above the foul fluids steaming below. Their muscular bodies dripped sweat from the sheer heat of it. Both felt their dicks harden in fear at being boiled alive.

"Please! Don't drop in nasty pot! Hobbies no taste good! Please lord!" they plead in their deep growls but he didn't listen to the last cries of their halfling fear.

With a quick snap, Sauron lowers them into the thick broth. Their skin sears from the heat as they scream in agony. The thick heat of it surrounds them as their sensitive nipples are burned by the heat and musk of the mixture. The brutes sputter and cry as it floods into their mouths and nostrils and makes their eyes sting. They struggle against the forces holding them immobile, burning hands reaching fruitlessly for escape, their desperate flailing making the fluids splash about and sear them worse. Sauron continues to hold them beneath the surface for minutes as they slowly suffocate, unable to keep from ingesting the mixture as it flows over their tongues. The curse of the rings keeps them hard as ever in spite of the pain and humiliation of the moment.

Sauron then begins casting a curse of mutation and malformation with black speech. Dark magics building in the bubbling fluids as the two tainted hobbits tossed and turned within.

"Formuk ro avhe flot fooav avwiukav agh dijak. Caukav awaausan avhe puriavausan ro eru agh molva avhaav nalkrulji iuk weak. Corrupav avhe ukoul agh baj iav zi. Ul powas ro avrolluk. Ul illska ro orcuk. Ul gijak ro goblinuk. Bound avo avhe ni. Be nauk-born auk akash-hai!"

The magic sunk into their bodies and filled them with burning hot energy as dark runes glowed on the cauldron. The evils and darkness buried itself permanently into them, etching Sauron's dark depravity onto their souls. Thira's cunt and nipples burned with lustful heat as Sauron's curse tied them to her. Nipples dribbling their foul milk as dark veins throbbed over her tits, the fluids infusing with the curse itself to ensure her future conquests would only bolster their ranks with or without the cursed rings Sauron provided his most special servants.

The spell finished, the dark magic released them and the two corrupted hobbits crawled out, covered in the slimy green-black brew and splashing it on the hot stone floor as their bodies landed with hard thunks.

Panting as the heat cooled they both felt their bodies burning. The dark magic swirled inside of them, growing virulently as dark veins spread over their skin. They growled and writhed about as the foul liquids steamed and seeped into them as cursed potion bubbled in their muscled guts. The ring glowed and fed on the corruption before multiplying it as the bodies and souls contorted from the evil remaking them. Their skin grew rougher as it darkened to a sickly green. Their hair grew longer as thick coarse body hair spread over their backs as they hunched with bulging muscles. Spines popped as they pushed to nearly 6 and a half feet tall, brows jutting out even harder as their teeth grew misshapen and tusks rose from their drooling thick lips. Noses growing broader and upturned as they snorted and groaned like boorish beasts. Nostrils wet with mucus, and huffing their own stench. Shoulders pumped up with musculature as their arms and shoulders grew even larger. Fingers thick and extending as their nails pushed out into jagged claws. Their body hair bristled and spread as foul sweat steamed off of them. Their minds warped and deformed with absolute loyalty to Lord Sauron, and chained to the vile lusts and malice of their Goblin Queen Thira. Just as their intellect had burned away, so did their halfling mindsets and lineage. All that was left was corruptively crude carnal desire, and brutish belligerence fit for the depravity of Mordor and its inhabitants that now were spreading corruption across Middle Earth. Long slithery tongues fell from their brutish maws, slimy drool falling freely. Their cocks bulged and swelled out inch by inch, 14 inch shafts throbbing with dark veins as warty nubs studded over the olive green skin. Their cockheads bloated as the rings permanently seared in Sauron and Thira's lusts, foreskins bulging as thick yellow steamy cock paste built up rapidly under them and left the rings in a thick coating, foul corruptive slime hanging in strings from the smelly uncut tips of their cocks. Their hairy feet pulsed and extended as their ankles swelled to match their calves, toes dripping with sweat as they befouled the air. Grayish yellow claws extended from their meaty toes as their heavy green balls pulsed with black veins. The pain of their cursed bodies mutating under Sauron's magic was offset by the sheer pleasure radiating from their huge feet and wrist-thick monster cocks. Their balls bulged and churned with corruptive heat, burning away their halfling seed and replacing it with corruptive goblin breeding batter. They open their eyes to reveal slitted fiery orbs that matched Thira's as they roared in orgasm. Fat cocks rising up and spewing flagons worth of rancid yellow spooge that splattered over the floor in thick pooling waves that steamed fetid stench. Thira herself hissed and came as she watched them change to a brutish form of her kin, cunt gushing foul sticky fluids between her warty thick thighs.

"Rise Akash-hai. My hobgoblins. Foul brutes born of goblin essence infused with orc and troll blood."

"Serve only Master Sauron. Obey tha word o’ Thira. Bodies yours ta make smash an’ fuck!."

"Your lives are bound to the corrupted seed and foul sweat of the goblin race. They will spread as far as your lusts take you. You are mine, but your offspring are hers to raise and command. You serve my will through her. You will be my agents of chaos, spreading ruin and breeding through the ranks of my armies and enemy lines until there are no more weak mortal races in middle earth. Go, my children. Rape and pillage. Ravage and corrupt all who stand in your path. Feed your lusts until your bodies cannot bear anymore. For your first task. Bring me the ring-bearer and his companion so that I have what is mine once again," snarled Sauron, pleased with their evolution to full hobgoblin forms.

"Yes! We serve. Bring cum an’ stink to da peoples. Halflings be yours soon, Master," they both drooled.

"Ya heard our Lord! Now get goin' ya slogs!" commanded Thira as the two hobbits-turned-hobgoblins lumbered out in search of their former friends.

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The two horny hobgoblins rushed out into the wilds, hunting down their former companions to bring back to Sauron. They left the great black fortress of Mordor, and found themselves travelling through the great grassy plains of Haradwaith. Merry and Pippin quickly headed westward, with the intent of capturing their former comrades, as they are now just as lustful and as monstrous as Thira and Sauron, with their lusts needing to be sated and their seed needing to be sown in any manner possible.

Their march eventually brought them to the edges of Ithilien, near the border of Gondor and Mordor. The two horny and savage hobgoblins were starving for sex. As they walked they fingered and milked their cocks to the point of orgasm but without the proper stimulation of penetration and feet, the seed couldn't flow free. The short bursts of corrupted hobgoblin cum only giving them mild reprieve. In frustration, they decided to rest for the night, as they found a shallow cave at the bottom of a cliff. With nowhere else to go, they slept in the cave, both dreaming of ravishing Sam and Frodo before Thira led them to the Shire for them to spread the infectious hobgoblin curse.

Their dreams were disturbed when they woke to find a band of six men standing over them with swords and clubs drawn. The hobgoblins stood up to greet the men, and upon doing so, the men were horrified at the sight of the naked green brutes, both with huge erections and oversized feet. The leader of the group, a fair man with long blonde hair, and a thick beard, ordered his men to capture them. The hobgoblins stood dumbstruck and confused.

"Capture them! Use all means necessary. Their heads would make excellent trophies, as well as their dicks," he ordered as his men closed in on Merry and Pippin, their blades out.

"Come peacefully, and we won't harm you," said another, an older man with long dark hair.

"No harm Merry. Humans too weak! We fuck and show strong. Show humans no match for Akash-hai. Humans want hobgob cock?" Merry asked dumbly, drooling freely as he pointed to his and Pippin's erections.

"Such obscene things. Filthy savage beast!" the man retorted angrily.

"Let's just kill them and get this over with, Berion. The sooner the better," said the dark-haired man, shaking his head with disgust as he glared at Merry's throbbing, bulbous cock tip leaking its foul musky smeg.

"Silence, Vandar! You fool! These aren't any common savages. They are hobgoblins of the Black Army. The mightiest fighters in Sauron's ranks. To attack them so brashly would only bring death upon us. We must capture them and bring them to Lord Denethor for questioning," said Berion, the fair blonde man, before addressing Merry and Pippin again. "Stand down, hobgoblins! We mean you no harm! Simply surrender yourselves to us. It will be easier on all of us if you do."

Merry and Pippin looked at each other, eyes meeting for only a moment, before turning back to the men in front of them.

"Liar! Humans! You be crushed under hobgob feet!" shouted Pippin angrily as he punched the nearest man in the face.

"Must have hobgob seed!" grunted Merry as he attacked them savagely, cock slinging slimy precum with every stomp of his huge hairy feet.

In the ensuing chaos, both hobgoblins had managed to knock out 2 of the men as the others gathered around to try to subdue them in futile. One of the men, a short, rotund fellow, threw himself on top of Merry, wrapping his thick arms around the brute's torso to try and wrestle him to the ground.

"Filthy hobgoblin!" he grunted.

"Grrr! Weak manflesh! No chance! Merry Strong! Akash-hai best in Mordor!" shouted Merry as his rage burned and his lust peaked. With a furious roar, Merry gripped the man and tossed him over his head, the force sending him flying into the air before landing on the ground.

"Me win! RrraAaAaAAGH! Need fuck now!" grunted Merry as he lunged forward to mount the stout man.

"Wait, what is he doi... HAAHH!" the man screamed in terror as Merry lined up his fat 14 inch dick to his hole.

"’Ave a bit a' cock. YEAH! Fat human make good hole. So tight!" groaned Merry as he plowed his hips forward, sinking his entire length into the man's ass. The poor man could only scream as Merry continued to pound him mercilessly. His cock and balls slapping against the man's with each thrust of his muscled body.

Pippin too, was struggling against his own opponent, whose resilience was weakening to the hobgoblin's assault. He tried everything to make him give up, but nothing seemed to be working.

"Filthy human! Me need fuck something! Take Pippin's cock!" he howled furiously as he bucked his hips and drove the tip of his cock into the man's ass. The man cried out and tried to pull away, but Pippin's grip on his waist was too strong.

"So tight! Yes! Huhuhuh… Make good hole for Pippin. UGHHHHRRAAAAGH!" Pippin moaned loudly as he began to cum hard into the man's ass.

Merry could not have been more delighted with the sin he and Pippin were committing. He watched as his comrade breed the man as his own warty monster cock pumped corruptive hobgoblin seed into his own victim. The two defeated men were pumped full of cursed seed by the hobgoblins while the last two watched in horror. And after their final release, the hobgoblins pulled their softening cocks out of the barely conscious men. The two men still conscious and upright watched with disgust as the cum spilling out of the men's asses was clearly not the color of human semen, but more akin to yellowy sludge. The chunky slime fluids was almost like porridge with chunks of congealed cock scum mixed in.

"What have you done!?" the fair Berion shouted in outrage and shock at what was transpiring in front of him.

"Seeded 'em! Cocks need to breed. Human cunts tight! Feels good!" grunted Pippin, while Merry only nodded with a feral grin.

The two hobgoblins grabbed their limp, yet still hard cocks and milked more cum out of the still drooling cocks as they aimed and showered the last two standing men with their seed.

"Bastard! Seed for you!" Pippin grunted as he pumped his thick seed on the dark-haired man, who tried to shield his face.

Merry, on the other hand, was aiming for the fair-faced Berion. The man wasn’t able to dodge out of the way in time, the hobgoblin’s thick seed shooting over him and drenching him in a mixture of Merry’s musky cum and sweat.

"What in Arda is this!? What sort of depraved creature are you?" said Berion as he wiped the filth from his eyes and face, gagging as the smell filled his senses.

The hobgoblins said nothing and instead, moved to grab their weapons, but the two men, Vandar and Berion, were able to hold them off.

"I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing at, but we've got to put an end to you before you do more damage. Come, let us be rid of them, and their tainted cocks! Men of Gondor, protect your kingdom! Rid the land of this filth and darkness!"

Berion then raised his sword, and with a fierce cry, charged at Merry, swinging his blade with great force.

Merry barely blocked the blow with his club, the force causing the weapon to splinter and break.

Vandar also launched his own assault on Pippin, his own blade clashing against Pippin's cudgel.

Pippin was able to parry the attack and swung his cudgel down on Vandar's shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

Meanwhile, Merry was able to grapple with Berion, getting in close enough to slam his knee into his gut and send him doubling over.

As soon as the two hobgoblins were given the opening, they wasted no time in attacking the two men, brutalizing them with their massive feet and powerful blows. The two were easily overtaken and soon subdued.

The two hobgoblins could not have been happier with the outcome of their fight.

"Good fight. Tough. Strong. Good to breed…," said a drooling Merry as he and Pippin groped the two men's cocks through their pants.

"Feet need attention," Pippin added as they stripped the men and rubbed their sweaty feet against the two captives faces. The stench burned their nostrils as they moaned in submit of the hobgoblin’s advances. Cocks hard and needy as the two brutes kneaded their cocks with thick sweaty toes, sharing their filth with the two human men. The sensations bore into their brains, Vandar gurgling and gagging as his cock was massaged with Pippin’s monster foot.

The men struggled and tried to escape, but it was all in vain, as the hobgoblins were just too strong, and too determined to have their fun. T

"No move big squishies! We get humans big hard rubbin’ hob feet for Merry fuck ya," Merry grunted as he started to lick his lips, watching the two men's cocks grow bigger and harder under his touch. Vandar and Berion shuddered as the filthy feet forced them both to cum. Human cum splashing on the musky toes as the two men’s brains began to fry like butter on a skillet from the sheer corruptive forced pleasure. Their eyes rolled up as the dark magic needled into them and left them further vulnerable to the hobgoblin’s sexual depravity.

Pippin watched with dark glee as the two men released their seed, rubbing his own cock with both his hands and smearing musky cock cheese onto his shaft as he licked his lips in anticipation.

The hobgoblins wasted no time in getting the men prepared for their respective cocks, and within minutes, they were both mounted on them, moaning in ecstasy as their infectious cocks penetrated them.

"Ughh fuck yeah... Humans so tight. Holes feel good around Pippin cock," Pippin groaned as he thrust his cock deep into Vandar, who was grunting in pain.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Mmmf.. Ouch! No! Please stop!" said Berion, whimpering and crying in pain as Merry's cock filled his asshole.

The two hobgoblins ignored their cries, and instead, they focused on fucking the men hard and fast, slamming their cocks deep into them with every thrust. With loud roars the two came once more, cocks pouring hobgoblin cock batter into the two formerly valiant men, as the other two moaned as heat spread from their innards and asses that oozed hobgoblin spunk infused with the corruptive black magic of Sauron. Their seed pouring into the two men caused them to change slowly; their skin becoming a greenish hue, and their muscles bulging out slightly, while their cocks grew and became more girthy and veiny. The changes were subtle, but they were certainly noticeable, and as they watched in shock and awe, the two hobgoblins smiled proudly and leaned in to kiss their new mates.

"Feel change… Hard from hobgobbie cock and seed. Crave cock! Crave feet! No resist smelly feet and thick cocks. Huhuhuh… Gonna make breeding pigs for Lord Sauron."

They laid back, the two men panting as they gazed at the corruptive changes taking place in their bodies.

"Wh-what is happening to me?" asked Vandar in shock, as he watched his skin turn a pale shade of green, and his muscles bulge out more.

"My cock... it's getting bigger!" said Berion, in disbelief, as he stared at his swelling member.

The four men moaned and groaned as their bodies twisted and changed, muscle piling on as their frames shrunk and bones hardened. Minds aflame with corruption and hobgoblin lust as thickening brows weighed down their rational minds. Their bodies, like the two hobgoblins, were transformed further in shape, but not entirely like them. They were now corrupted, but the black magic had formed them in a more twisted way than their masters.

Merry and Pippin looked upon the four newly corrupted hobgoblins, and smiled with wicked glee.

"This good... More slaves for servin’ mighty Lord Sauron and Queen Thira," said Pippin as he stood up and approached the four new hobgoblins.

"You slogs! Fuck human holes, and go back to Mordor! Get orders from Gobbie Queen!" shouted Pippin. The four hobgoblins grunted obediently before spit roasting the two humans left to be victim to their infectious lusts.

"Time find hobbits," growled Merry as he and Pippin continued their search.

It took another few days before Merry and Pippin caught wind of Sam and Frodo's scent. Like beasts they hunted for them, following their trail back into to Mordor before they located the two on their way to Mr. Doom in effort to destroy the One Ring.

They were camping at the base of the great mountain.

"Look what 'ave here, Pip, two puny hobbits on Lord's rock," said Merry with a sinister laugh.

Sam and Frodo woke with a start, finding themselves surrounded by the two monstrous hobbits. Their eyes went wide as they took in the sight of the two horny brutes before them.

"Merry...? Pippin!? What has happened to you two?" said Frodo, his cock twitching under the One Ring's influence as he took in the sight of the two burly brutes before them.

"Lord Sauron make stronger, cousin. Blessed wit power an’ cum. No more weak little hobbit like you," said Merry as he walked over to Frodo.

"If you be begging' my pardon, sir, you seem to have grown... a lot," said Sam, as he looked up at the towering former hobbits.

"Yeah, we no more hobbits. We hobgoblins! Serve Lord Sauron! We take halfling slogs to him," said Pippin, as he reached down and pulled on his thick monster cock.

“No! Please! We’re so close. W-we. We can end all of Sauron’s evil now, restore the two of you and purge the land of the Dark Lord’s corruption!” said Frodo in desperation, but his pleading fell on deaf ears. The two hobgoblins bludgeoned the two hobbits, and knock them out and carried them to Baradur like the loyal slaves of Sauron they were now.

"There ya is, master. Captured hobbits wit ring. They yorn now, huhuh," said Merry as he and Pippin bowed their heads as Sauron stroked their hairy bodies. Thira sauntered up behind them, kissing Merry's neck and shoulders before licking his hairy cheek. She then moved to the side to lick Pippin's face as she knelt beside him, groping their cocks firmly and feeling them swell in her clawed grasp. The two moaned softly as they pressed their cocks into her hands.

“Good… We will begin the ritual immediately, but first…” said Sauron looking down at the two hobbits. The ringbearer was finally in his grasp.

Sam and Frodo were struck with abject horror and fear as they came to. Sauron himself in their presence. His dark aura left their skin cold and feeling as if spiders crept across them.

Sauron whispered to the One Ring in black tongue, causing the inscriptions to alight burning with heat against Frodo's chest until it lifted into the air and melted through the chain it was attached to. In that moment of seeing the ring leave his possession, Frodo was enraged. The ring was his! His ring! His precious... As if possessed he snarled and reached out to take the ring back while it was in mid air.

"It's mine! You can't have it!" he said, grabbing the ring as his face seemed to shift momentarily from the simmering corruption of wearing it for so long. It burned his hand, branding his flesh as he cried out in pain.

"Mr. Frodo! Please! Get ahold of yourself!" Sam cried with tears in his eyes. With a wave of dark force, both were forced back to the ground, Thira smirking as the ring once again made it's way to Sauron. It whispered back to Sauron as if affirming his authority and pleasure at them being united once again. It slithered onto the charred stump that was his finger before Isildur had cut it off, and severed his connection to the ring over a century prior. Soul and metal resonated and sparked like flint until flesh and iron were forged anew as he regained the complete power of his will once again, finger reforming in a smoky twist of fire and flesh. His form gained more confidence, standing tall and rejuvenated as a wave of his power rippled through the land. Orcs, goblins, and all manner of dark creatures felt the wave of his renewal, his corruption reinforced as they all roared and moaned in rapture spilling seed and foul juices as they grew more twisted and invigored by their dark lord regaining his power. None were more affected than Thira, Merry, and Pippin who stood closest to him. Thira cackling and moaning before she joined the two hobgoblins in roaring their warped ecstasy, bodies bulging with muscle and sweat as they sprayed their orgasms wildly, coating the stone floor in cum and milk, and even splattering some of the fluids on Sam and Frodo as they lay on the ground looking up in horror at Sauron's full might. Just the sight of his unfiltered presence made their eyes burn and ache.

"At last. I am whole and greater than ever. Middle Earth in it's entirety will be the seat of my power," said Sauron with a malevolent grin. He took some iron chains in his hand holding them up to his fiery eyes. The ring glowed around his finger as clenched his hand into a fist, the metal turning molten and melting as he incanted black speech, hot excess metal falling to the cold stone floor as corruptive light glowed in his tightened palm. He opened his fist to reveal six rings and 4 small metal bars inscribed with servitude to Sauron and the One Ring. With a wave of his other hand, the Dark Lord blasted away Frodo and Sam's clothes from their bodies, leaving the well-worn hobbits bare before him and his court. The newly made rings flew to them piercing their ears, studded bars piercing their nipples and the two larger rings sliding over their limp cocks. They burned with corruption and arousal as the two hobbits were forced erect by the rings sitting just under the head of their cocks. Nipples hard as the heat of the studs stimulated them. Their pierced ears leaving their minds open to the corruptive whispering will of Sauron's dark lust. They both screamed in futile efforts to resist. This wasn't how their story was supposed to end.

Frodo in particular writhed in pleasurable pain as the mark on his hand burned and glowed, his nails grew sharp as his bones popped and thickened. It moved with a mind of its own to his 5 inch cock, grasping his meek shaft, groping it to usher in more arousal. He couldn't stop it.

"Thira it is time. Prepare these two hobbits for their conversion to my scions.

"Of course m'lord. d'ese wretched 'hobbits will be rightly seasoned to cook for ya."

The hobgoblins stepped back as Thira stalked closer to the hobbits. The pair of them shivering in fear as Thira's loomed over them, her large breasts hanging low, nipples pointed down towards them, dripping sour goblin milk onto the stone floor. Her fat cunt pulsating and oozing and leaving a foul trail behind her as she left sweaty footprints with each step of her large hairy feet. Her toes flexed with every step, their grungy slime spilling over the ground as her massive clawed green toes scraped over the floor.

"Frodo. Samwise... Two stupid 'obbits dare thinkin' they can keep what's masters? Thinkin' they can stop tha black army? Bloody fools tha lot of ya! Tha Dark Lord owns these lands. An' now he owns you! Once you're made into akash-hai, my hobgoblin brutes like Merry an' Pippin 'ere, we're gonna take the Shire in tha name of Sauron."

"No please! Spare them! I beg of you!" said Sam, thinking of Rosie.

"Shut ya trap! You'll be more than happy ta grow my cowcadden wit' all ya friends when I'm through wit' ya," said Thira, kicking Sam onto his hands and knees. He fell onto his stomach, his erection pressing up against the cold stone floor, the sensation making his cock tingle slightly.

"Frodo, ya gonna be my personal whore for the brood. I'm gonna enjoy takin' your innocence. An' after I make ya a hobgoblin... We'll go get your friends in the shire," said Thira, stroking Frodo's face with her large foot, the rough skin rubbing up against his smooth skin. The grimy talons on each toe ruffling his hair as she marked his forehead with the dirt of Baradur and her rank foot sweat. Frodo didn't dare react as he feared what the malicious Goblin Queen would do to him if he resisted.

"Ya gonna make for a deliciously nasty hobby . I already see ya respondin' to my smelly feet. Betcha gonna like the taste a' my sweaty cunt too," said Thira, bringing her pussy up to Frodo's face. The sour pungent odor of her dark folds filled Frodo's nostrils, and his cock twitched with interest. Her cunt smelled disgusting, but it was alluring in a sick and twisted way.

"Well ya gotta earn it first!" she said pulling her musky snatch away from him, "An' dat means givin' ole Thira a foot bath and a proper cleanin'!"

Thira quickly sat in a steel chair and swung her feet out before wiggling her thick dripping green toes in Frodo's face. The musk fumed from them and she snickered as he looked lightheaded from the fresh dose of her foot stink. She then lowered her foot down his chest until she reached his ring-induced erection.

"Much too dry. Get it nice an' slimy, I will."

She rubbed her foot over his cock, smearing her goblin sweat over it. His cock ring seemed to react and Frodo moaned and shook as his veins bulged, the tip spurting precum over Thira's toes.

"Mr. Frodo! No!" cried out Sam in agony of seeing his friend forced to endure such depravity.

"Shut it! Oi! Merry, bring dat fat one over here ta join his friend," said Thira.

Merry grunted and walked up to Sam, dragging him roughly by the foot over to Frodo and Thira, "Sam gonna get hobgob feetses. Taste so good! Queen Thira make you want feet. Slimy... stinky... green goblin feet!" said Merry drooling and licking his lips with a slimy purple tongue.

"No! You can't make me," said Sam, shaking his head.

"But we can, and we will. If you don't submit willingly, we will simply force you into submission, like we did with these two," said Sauron, gesturing to Merry and Pippin, the two hobgoblins grinning and licking their lips.

Frodo and Sam, while frightened, were in denial that they would ever succumb to Sauron's corruption.

"We will never submit to you," said Frodo defiantly despite his debilitating arousal.

"I beg to differ, Frodo, for you have already begun to submit to the corruption. Thira, continue as the orcs prepare the cauldron."

"Aye Master," said Thira before she turned her attention back to Frodo and Sam as he was pulled up to his knees before her.

With that, she pressed her large warty green feet up against their hardened cocks.

Frodo and Sam yelped, their cocks being pushed between her thick toes as she started to slowly stroke them with her feet. Frodo panted and moaned with pleasured disgust as her slimy feet glided up and down his shaft, his cock beginning to leak precum onto her foot. Her slimy foot sweat soaked over Sam and his shafts, infecting them with her goblin corruption as the dark magic in the rings were stimulated. Veins throbbed as the two hobbit’s cocks plumped and lengthened. Frodo’s cock pushed up to 7 inches and continued with every gasping breath as he regrew his foreskin, balls churning and swelling below as they grew soggy with Thira’s goblin foot sweat. Sam was no better, cock already 9 inches, his natural foreskin growing thicker to contain the swelling head of his shaft. Their bodies pulsed with heat as the ring’s seeped corruption deeper into them, muscles twitching as swelling as dark green veins throbbed on their growing spires of flesh. Sam was trying his hardest to hold back, but it was impossible as her stinking feet were pushing him to the edge. He instinctively bucked his hips, thrusting his cock deep into Thira's sole as she giggled darkly at their reaction.

The two hobbits bounced between cursing her and pleading for it to end.

"Filthy goblin bitch! Curse you!" yelled Frodo, his eyes glowing with rage as he felt the corruption building within.

"Your stench is driving me insane, you vile cunt! Let us go!" shouted Sam.

"Stop this! Your disgusting feet are too much! I'd rather be tortured," cried Frodo.

"T-this is unnatural. Such foul things should never... Eugh! Wretched toes!" shouted Sam

Thira cackled with glee at their anger. The rage she was causing them only turning her on even more, and forged a dark idea in her evil skull.

"Oi, don't like my feet, do ya? Think they're ugly, nasty, vile. HEEHEEHEEEE! They are!" Thira cackled as she pulled her feet from their dicks, "How bouts we teach ya to appreciate some slimy stompers like mine with some of yer own?"

Merry and Pippin lifted up the two now beefy sweaty hobbits and sat them on their asses with there feet out as Thira pulled out two vials of her collected foot sweat, mixed her spit and foul cunt juices. She spoke in black speech heavy with dark magic as she poured the vial's contents over the two hobbit's feet. The vile fluids sizzled on their feet as her goblin hex sank it's magic into them. Sam's 11 inches of corrupted meat and Frodo's 9 inch schlong bounced and bobbed with growth as they fumed with a mix of cock musk and Thira's stink. Their already large feet widened and stretched as her goblin curse warped them. Soaked in her sizzling concoction, they rippled and grew, the tufts of hair on the tops of the feet growing thicker as it was matted with foul slime. Black veins thick and swollen grew over their changing feet as their toenails grew into sharp claws, the skin becoming more graying pale and warty as the bones and tendons popped and writhed. Their toes swelled huge, 3 inches thick from knuckles to toe tip with greasy sweat bubbling from the pores as their feet steamed with a choking stench of rotting goblin foot cheese. The joints leading up to their big toes bulged and swelled out to the sides into large pale green bunions that were a riot of sensation.

The two hobbits squirmed as they watched their feet change, the dark pleasure of them warping and growing into size 20 goblin stompers made their cocks leak endlessly as they were captivated by the Goblin Queen's hex. The pleasure of their feet going straight to the cocks and sending corrupted hormones to their heads as the curse warped their minds. The previously disgusting sight was becoming more and more appealing as they groaned and thrust into the air, rubbing their feet together in a foot-obsessed frenzy. The feel of their slimy gnarled toes rubbing up against their bunions was too much and they both shouted as their swollen nuts pulled up and forced them to orgasm. The rings burned the foul fetish into them as they ejected their hobbit seed, cocks spurting spoonfuls to empty their nuts. They could do nothing but pant and moan as the last spurts of their seed landed on the ground, mixing with the greenish goo of Thira's foot sweat. They couldn't help it. The cursed desire burned inside of them, and they latched onto her teats hungrily, suckling her rancid goblin milk. It was disgustingly warm and acrid, but they couldn't get enough of the thick gummy milk that splashed into their mouths and coated their tongues. The dark milk worked fast, strengthening their muscles as the foul protein rumbled and boiled in their bellies as they swallowed mouthfuls. Each gulp sent another spark of lust down their spines as their bodies adapted and corrupted to prepare them for goblinhood.

“S-so foul… So tasty!” panted Frodo as he pulled his face away, eyes gleaming with a drunken mixture of hunger and lust as gazed upon Thira’s warty breast, and rubbed his feet together.

“Please… Can we have more? Just need more goblin milk and feet…” said Sam, his voice trailing off as his fat veiny sausage twitched with need.

"Hehe, ya dirty slogs. Why not? Drink as much as ya like!" she said, giving her nipple a twist and spraying Sam in the face with her goblin curd, the liquid burning into his skin and causing stubble to grow onto his face as a few warts sprung up, the feeling setting his body on fire with dark goblin lust that strained within his tainted hobbit form. He didn't hesitate as he wrapped his lips around her teat again and drank greedily as Frodo joined him on her other tit.

The two hobbits lapped up Thira's dark milk as their bodies changed further. Their cocks were constantly leaking pre, their musky balls bouncing as they tried to empty their cum as best they could without penetrating something. Their transformation continued as their bodies became more muscled and toned. Their muscles were defined, and their legs became strong and sturdy, making them able to carry heavier loads. Their asses were plump, their cocks hard and fat 12 inch pillars, and their balls swollen and heavy with increasingly corrupted hobbit cum. Thira pulled away, leaving the two tainted muscular hobbits huffing with heavy milk dribbling down their chins.

"Alright my growing' little hobbums, a little somethin' to cleanse ya mouths," said Thira as she stood up to present her slimy swollen goblin cunt to their faces, the sticky folds quivering as strings of musky slime fell to the stone floor. Her sloppy puss gaped and contracted before it released a jet of her goblin fem cum onto the hobbit's noses. Their eyes widened at the sight of her oozing hole, the stench of her sex was almost overwhelming, but the corruptive pheromones in her twisted honey triggered a craving in their corrupted bodies for the smell and taste of Thira's filthy cunt. They eagerly leaned in as the slimy smelly goblin cunt of Thira was pushed on their faces. Sam and Frodo both inhaled deeply, the corruptive goblin pheromones of the Goblin Queen's pussy were pumping into their noses and clouding their minds, and before they knew it, both hobbits were lapping at her oozing hole with wild abandon. Thira groaned as the two hobbits licked at her pussy, their tongues pushing in deep before dragging up her leaking folds, swallowing her slimy goblin nectar as it trickled down their throats. Their tongues thickened and grew 3 inches, wildly slurping and prodding at the source of Thira's slick cunt sludge as her juicy folds squeezed out more and more of her goblin witch juices, the flavor of which only drove them further into Sauron's grip.

Merry and Pippin grunted as they jerked their massive cocks over the two hobbits they once called friends, slinging gooey precum over their hair and backs. They both dropped to their knees and grabbed at the two hobbits' fat asses, spreading the cheeks and fingering them roughly before they mounted them and shoved their fat, 15-inch dicks into their assholes.

"Breed da hobbit holes! Make fuckin’ grunts for Queen Thira an’ Lord Sauron!" roared Merry as he thrust his hips forward, sinking his dick into Frodo's ass, his girthy monster stretching his hole and sinking deep into his guts as it pumped him full of hobgoblin spunk.

Pippin had managed to get Sam's hole to wrap around his cock and was furiously thrusting his hips and slamming his monster cock deep into him. Both hobbits were in a daze, their senses overloaded by the potent smell and taste of Thira's cunt. They both felt the massive hobgoblin cocks filling them to the brim, and they could only groan in pleasure as they were bred and fucked senseless.

Frodo and Sam were becoming nothing more than husks of themselves, driving by brutish need as they were pumped and fed goblin contamination. Their bodies bulked further as their skin paled and turned sickly. Their warty faces popped and shifted as their jaws broadened, brows thickening and bulging forward as their brains were hampered by the increasing thickness of their skulls. Their Adam's apples swelled as their voices dropped and octave, warping their moans and slurps. Thira's foul juices stained their teeth as they became sharper and misshapen. The two hobgoblins pumping cum into their ass roared before pulling out and showering the two corrupted hobbits with yellow goblin seed laced with the dark magic of their cock rings. Their bodies pumped with even more muscle, skin taking on a pale green tint as they lost themselves to the primal urges. Veiny eyes rolled up as their tongues instinctively lashed around Thira's cunt and beaming dark clit while their own cocks bounced and belched out stinky precum. The rings on around their cocks prevented them from releasing, bulging balls filling with goblin tainted seed as dark green veins pulsated across their sacks.

She pulled their brutish faces from her cunt, looking down at her new recruits with a twisted sneer. Theirs eyes rolled down, Sam's glazed over and void of instinctual desire, but Frodo's were far worse. The brand of the ring burned on his chest as his eyes smoldered red with lust. He was already fully within Sauron's grip, his form struggling to keep up with the blackening of his soul.

"Tell me what you are. Who do you serve?" said Thira as she cupped Sam's chin, who could only mutter mindless babble as he stared dumbly at the Goblin Queen's tits.

"Say it, or I'll punish you," said Thira.

"S-Sauron and muh queen, Thira. Frodo need drink you slobbery goblin cunt muh'lady. We be good fuck pigs for you," grunted Frodo, his tone guttural and hungry.

"Huhuhuh... That's what I wanna hear. Yer learnin' good, Frodo. An' soon, we'll be takin' tha Shire for Sauron next, won't we?" she said as she stroked Frodo's face before swiping her claws over his nose. He winced in pain, but remained submissive, the corruption and scent of her cunt fogging his brain and making him eager for more.

"Lord Sauron, they ready for tha ritual," said Thira.

"Good, most excellent my little goblin queen. Have them drink this to burn out the rest of their hobbit blood," he said handing her two potions that were the same as Merry and Pippin drank days earlier.

Thira took the potions, her cum covered tits heaving as she made her way to the two newly corrupted hobbits, and held them up to their faces. They stared blankly at them, but then suddenly, they seemed to come alive again, grabbing the potion bottles and chugging down the contents in one gulp before crushing the glass containers, the shards not sharp enough even pierce their thickened rough skin. They began to cough and gag as their bodies were wracked with pain and discomfort, veins burning as Sauron lifted the two hobbit brutes into the air above the cauldron and dunked them in.

They gasped and choked on the dark waters, bubbles frothing up as the final remnants of their hobbit blood was burnt out of them. A thick film built up over the top of the bubbling fluid, almost rubbery as it was slimy, their writhing bodies pushing out imprints of their limbs as they swirled and tumbled inside. Their bodies bloating with muscle as their frames grew, skin darkening as it took on a foul green. Noses broadened and upturned as thick tusks rose up from their thick darkened lips. Green veiny phalluses leaking into the primordial ooze of Mordor as they grew along with the rest of the warping bodies. The foul fluids teeming with black magic, corrupted and overtook their hobbit blood, processing it into hobgoblin ichor as as the black blood spread their their veins to reach their hearts. Tainted muscle lurched as blackened organs were reshaped to further fit the form of hobgoblins, skin rippling with bristly hair. They choked on the cauldron's ooze filling their lungs, ensuring no part of them was left untouched. With a messy pop, the film was ripped open as massive muscled arms coated in the cauldron's brew gripped the edges. The mutated face of Frodo followed as he roared and pulled himself out, plopping onto the floor with a dull thud. Slime splattered over the floor as the reborn hobgoblin roared. Sam pulled himself up with brutish branches he called arms, heaving and grumbling as his primitive mug hocked up the black brew from his lungs. Sam's skin green and grey as he bore 3 inches of brow over his now green burning eyes. Maw dripping with filth and thick fangs, crooked tusks jutting from his mouth. Muscles bulging, and hands twisted and ending in sickle tipped fingers.

Merry and Pippin wasted no time on welcoming the new hobgoblins with their cocks. Pippin gripped Frodo's slime covered flanks and thrust his fat cock into his brutish brethren. Merry quickly lumbering over to the cauldron and grabbing Sam's matted hair to lift up his ugly face before shoving his hobgob cock into Sam's throat. Balls slapped against Sam's stubbly chin as Merry railed between his tusks, filling Sam's maw with the vile taste of hobgoblin cock flesh. Frodo drooling and grunting as his hairy green ass was pounded balls deep by Pippin's monster shaft. His rubbery dark pucker squelched and squeezed over the goblin meat, pumping his brain with stupefying pleasure. The four kept at it as Sauron and Thira watched until 3 roars echoed out. All four sets of their nuts pulling up as they each unloaded quarts of rancid yellow seed. The fluids over their bodies steamed and sizzled into the air as Pippin pumped Frodos guts as the new hobgoblin sprayed the stone floor with his stinky jizz. Merry filling Sam's belly as it milked his cock while Sam's own shaft slapped against the wall of the cauldron and spurt hobgoblin breeding batter into the Mordor muck he was dipped in.

They all moaned and growled before they fell apart from one another. The two new hobgoblins catching their breaths, but Frodo and Sam were far less tired as they were still full of energy. They stood up, looking around the room as they waited to receive their orders.

"Now strong. Now Akash-hai," said Merry with a grin.

"Whom do you serve?" called out Sauron with a poisonous rumble.

"Sauron!" they both roared.

"Whom do you follow?"

"Muh Queen! Thira da goblin witch of Mordor!"

"Very nice, we can use them in our armies. The Shire will be ours and finally after a thousand years middle earth shall be home for the black horde," said Sauron, stroking Frodo's face as he brought his attention to Thira.

"Yes, my lord. Our victories over the elves and dwarves have weakened resistance forces and now allows us to press west into the Shire, sweeping away the last of the free peoples," said Thira, running a hand down his chest.

"Good. Take your new recruits. You, Luthriel, and Eowyn shall march on the Shire and add the smallfolk to my numbers."

"Of course, my master," said Thira.

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Summary

The Age of Orcs had come to Middle Earth as the darkness of Mordor surrounded everywhere. The army of Eowyn the Defiler was victorious and were plundering every remaining human, dwarf and elven towns. Eowyn and her queen Galadriel continued to defile them into orc and goblin servants. The fellowship of the ring was broken and the hobbits of the fellowship were transformed into twisted dark creatures of Sauron, by the Goblin Queen Thira. Now brutish hobgoblins, Akash-hai, they eagerly aid Thira, and the rest of Sauron’s generals in their plan to corrupt and take the Shire for their dark lord.

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The halflings, humans, and dwarves had been driven to small secluded pockets over Middle Earth in efforts to escape Sauron’s corruptive horde. The Shire was one such place of refuge, but the situation they found themselves in was still dire. The humans and dwarves had determined to fight if the Black Army reached them, which eased some of the halfling’s worries, but for others it was far too grim. It had been awhile since they had heard anything from Merry and Pippin. The last time anyone got word from Frodo or Sam was a letter sent from Bree, stating that they were going to destroy the ring in Mount Doom. It had been almost a year and a half, and Rosie was worried for Sam as much as herself if not more. She paced back and forth, hoping that Sam was still alive and would return soon before something worse did.

The sun faded into the skyline, bringing darkness and the insidious glow of a pale green moon. Under the twisted reflection of Sauron’s will on the hilltops overlooking the Shire were three figures over by a reservoir that fed water down in a river to Hobbiton and other towns in the Shire. Two of the sinister figures which were riding on Wargs. The first was Thira, the Goblin Witch Queen with pale gray-green warty skin and piercing yellow eyes above a twisted sneer. The warg she was mounted on was massive, her short muscular legs gripped at its sides, her ample bosom leaking foul milk on full display with a small bulge in her belly between the furs and leather framing it. Her swollen dark green pussy leaked down her thigh and into the warg’s fur she rode atop. Beside her was Eowyn the Defiler. Towering 6’4, the orc warlord had a warg even larger than Thira’s just to carry the hulking pale orc woman. Her cock stood a foot and a half at the ready, the girth as thick as a halfling’s neck. The tip oozed foul orcish pre as her heavy balls churned below at the battle and dominance to come. Her face was twisted into a vicious leer that had her yellowed tusks showing her might. To the other side of Eowyn was Luthriel. The once delicate elven maiden turned into a 6’5 amazonian beastwoman of thickly corded muscles. The alpha she-wolf was jacketed in midnight-colored fur, most thickly around her spine, shoulders, and bushy tailed flank. The wild fur slowly thinned out over a leathery reddish hide that trailed that looked permanently flushed with feral arousal. Her formerly angelic dark hair now thick and untamed, winding and spiking out over her broad back as it formed a heavy and thick mane of bristly locks, a few of which even tangled themselves into dreadlocks. Her eyes burned with the light of her cursed beast’s blood, her face slightly elongated and ending with a dark wet bestial nose to fit the half-muzzle and jaws that bore fangs of an apex predator. She was bare save for a few strips of leather that lifted up the thick and large tits she’d grown from her werewolf conversion. The expansive bust was lightly coated with fur, ruddish skin contrasting with her dark nipples that were still wet from feeding her packmate thralls for the upcoming horny ravaging. Her dark blushing leathery spaded cunt pulsated wetly between her fuzzy thighs. Her body exuded a spicy pheromonal musk of her lycanthrope nature that had corrupted all of the refugees in Rivendell, but she was no mere animal. The werewolf pack and their mates had been brought into Sauron’s fold as her mind had been warped by his corruption. Her thoughts were cunning and predatory as she looked forward to the hunt to come, a rumble in her womb to breed more of Sauron’s werewolf army and an aching in her belly for more cum. The cum of gaurhoth.

The three had their brutish retinue of horny monsters at the ready. Eowyn with Galadriel the Orc Queen who also rode a large warg behind her, and other high elves that had fallen to corrupted orcdom, including Thranduil. Luthriel with her small but growing pack of werewolves, half a dozen of the most corrupted and virile of the gaurhoth standing hunched behind her with dripping dark red cocks, slimy tips wreathed in hairy foreskins that led down veiny shafts that sat above sets of pendulous furry balls filled with infectious werebeast seed. Thira led her harem of hobgoblin sex brutes, chief among them the four former hobbits of the Fellowship. The four deeply corrupted hobgoblins wore precum sodden loincloths, minds a swirl of spreading Sauron's corruption to the shire and turning those weak tiny hobbits into hulking akash-hai like themselves in lustful service to the Dark Lord.

“Da shire is just ripe fer the pickins, all of dem lil halfing slogs gonna be turned into me gobby kin, and breed more akash-hai!” said Thira with a chuckle, licking her lips as she thought about the brutish goblin sluts they’d soon have at their disposal.

Galadriel the Orc Queen rode up beside her mistress Eowyn on her massive warg and advised that they should cast a dark spell of corruption and blight the reservoir and subsequent rivers with Eowyn’s spellbound orcish seed and Thira’s cursed foot grease to taint the water and lands that nourished the Shire to bring it’s ruin. Eowyn and Thira agreed to the plan and the orc queen began to chant in dark tongue. Thira joined her chanting as the rings the three of them wore glowed with fiery inscriptions. Eowyn dismounted her warg, grunting and huffing as her massive cock swelled with vile magic. The veins throbbed with power as the shemale orc’s testes churned her corrupted orc cum, eager to pour the viscous contents into the river to infect the refugees with the taint of Mordor. She shuffled up to the waters reflecting the moonlight and her barbaric visage, grunting through grit teeth. With a roar, her pale gray 18 inch pillar of orc meat shot a stream of her tainted thick yellow cum into the waters. The enchanted ropes of semen congealed and grew large and slimy with emboldened near-sentient corruption. The orc seed wriggled to the size of large tadpoles that numbered in the hundreds, each carrying one of two twisted orcish markers of the Defiler. One phallic. The other vulvic. Thira continued her chanting as the greasy sweat from her large feet fouled the earth beneath them. The grass grew twisted and tangled into a slimy corrupted moss that crept out from where she stood. As she stepped toward the large pond, the goblin moss spread out, creeping down the hill to the villages of the Shire below. The nutrients of the soil only spread the foul foot fauna’s growth as a light musk rose up from the grassy shag like methane. As her slimy warty feet stepped into the large pond, the goblin oils tainted the waters. Her cunt dribbled as the veins on her feet pulsed and sent a wave of goblin magic and hot foot swill through the pool feeding the river. Her influence spread the foot curse and corruption, causing the water to turn a sickly shade of yellowish green as it began bubbling with heat. The orc tadpoles grew even larger and slimier as they swam within the befouled fluids that spilled down the hillside. The dark magic of Mordor worked quickly, and soon all the fish in the river had mutated into slimy, warty fiend fish or had their gills clogged with the parasitic orc seed in search of hosts for Eowyn’s brood, forced to into rancid green monstrosities of fishy orc meat that swam and spread orc seed and goblin grease wherever they went.

The night air carried a heavy musk, thick with the stench of the orcs, werewolves, and goblins. The Shire was silent save for a few raucous taverns drinking away their fear, the night generally peaceful and still. Suddenly, the water of the Brandywine river turned a dark, murky green and a slimy green moss crept up the river bank, spreading through the fields of Hobbiton and the surrounding farmlands of Buckland. The slimy goblin pheromones spread through the air, carried on a warm wind as a thick fog settled over the Shire. As the corrupted river flowed, it turned darker and fouler. A stinking mist settled over the fields and the orchards as the hobbits' crops began to wither. As the night dragged on, the river slowly filled the Shire's rivers, wells, and creeks, the foul waters of Mordor corrupting all they touched.

Two figures relaxed in a pond the river passed through. A man and a woman, human and hobbit taking a dip together. They'd grown close after the man settled into Hobbiton to evade the horde. She'd always fancied her a human man, but had been too scared to leave the Shire. As they relaxed and talked with each other the water turned foul as beneath the surface large tadpoles of orcish seed swam towards them.

The hobbit woman giggled as she commented about the water getting warmer. Before the man could make a clever retort, an orc sperm reached his crotch, slithering under his shorts until it found the tip of his cock. He yelped as a slimy yellow slug pressed into his urethra, making the tip bulge as it was smeared with seminal orc slime. He tried to stand up but slipped and fell deeper into the water. He gasped as the corrupted semen slipped all the way inside leaving a trail of slime to lead others. The man grabbed his crotch as his cock swelled, veins thick as they slowly turned purple. His shaft grew pale and developed sickly spots of green warts as it bulged within the confines of his undergarment. His hobbit companion took worry and leaned over to him to help her lover, unknowing of the threat below. He was sweating and grunting as he gripped his shaft under the water and just as she looked down his now 8 inch hard shaft tore through his underwear, she watched as another slug of orc spunk swam into his exposed cock making it growing another inch as a thick green foreskin rolled up the fattened head. She cried out and stumbled back herself, but was too late as a tadpole swam to her crotch and slipped into her folds. She muffled a squeal another slipped into before she could cover her nethers. The two tadpoles swam up into her womb, spreading orc slime as they marked her innermost cavities with brutish femininity. She tossed and turned in the water beside her human lover as the black spell spread its corruption to her ovaries. She growled and drooled as her jaw jutted out with her brow, the start of tusks pushing from up her lips as they darkened. Her hand covering her crotch twitched and swelled as her fingers instinctively dove into her snatch. She moaned in her stupor, feeling her fingers fatten and lengthen as she fingered herself, her pussy growing hot and slick. She came hard, folds squeezing her mutating fingers, but it wasn’t enough. She growled as she spread her legs, allowing more of Eowyn’s orc brood into her swelling folds. Her spine popped and extended as her body swelled with muscle and fat. She grunted and groaned as her skin took on a more orange tone as it thickened, belly bulging and swelling as the orc seed invaded her womb. Thick hair spread over her expanding body, wicked with yellowed sweat that evaporated off her heated skin as a smoky haze of orcish musk. Her feet kicked and toes curled as they popped and expanded. Hairy hobbit feet grew larger, the knuckles of her toes swelling as the big and pinky toe extended and cracked inward to make room for large erogenous bunions as they took on Thira’s curse along with the orc corruption impregnating her. Thick slime oozed out from her toes in the water as the nails grew out into rough claws. Her diminutive size was shed as she grew inch after inch, feral, orcish, and fat, but smaller than most other orcs at 6 feet. She was still a bundle of orcish fertility as her dingy orange belly swelled, covered in slimy lime sweat and deeply pregnant with Eowyn’s brood. Her eyes rolled up, breasts swelling into large heavy gourds of yellow milk that leaked into the befouled water, as the last vestiges of hobbit in her were stripped away to the orc she’d become.

The human man had gotten worse as he writhed in the pond. He groaned as he felt the corruption of the orc sperm slither through his nuts. His green orc cock stood 13 inches as at least 5 of the cum slugs wriggled around in his testicles. He grabbed his head and grit his teeth, hair oily and darkening as he held his shaft in the other hand. He gurgled, the whites of his eyes veiny and yellowed as his face began to crack and crunch. His skin turned a leathery green as his jaw widened and jutted forward with thick tusks jutting out from the front of his lip. Nose turned up as it inhaled the musky fog and flushed his senses. His brow cracked out in a hard flesh covered bone. His arms bulged with muscle and veins, skin turning an oily green as he grew thicker and bulkier, bristly hair pushing out of his pores. The thatch of pubic hair thickest at his pits, crotch, and chest, airing out concentrated orc stench so rank and visible that it would curl the nose hairs of any dwarf. He pushed just past 6 feet. His skin prickled with and rough as his nuts churned against his will. The enchanted orc semen slugs fed off his spiking testosterone, growing and multiplying as the ones with y chromosomes were super-charged with fell magic and virility. He looked over to his hobbit lover, and was shocked out of his throes of change to see that she'd grown into a fat orc slut already pregnant with the warchief's brood. Despite the flash of arousal telling him to add his orc seed to her belly, panic overcame him. He had to warn the town. Tell anyone he could!

He rose from the water and tried to stumble out, only for the water to leave his feet feeling greasy rather than plain wet. His feet were growing warty as his nails were thick and black. His heels cracked and popped as his toes swelled and grew crooked with the same oversensitive bunions of his former hobbit mate. He fell face first into the grass, the mud beneath him slimy from Thira's foot stink. He growled and pulled himself forward as he looked down to his growing orc dick. The foreskin was still halfway up his fat tip, already collecting a greenish yellow smeg somehow more rancid than the fresh seed propagating in his heavy nuts as his cock engorged with blood. Warty nubs of sensitivity riddled the throbbing orcish shaft, just begging for stimulation. His veins pulsed as he looked back at his feet that grew larger, wider, and warty with callouses. He stumbled down to town, body aching and sending ripples of corruption as his cock and nuts demanded release. Body sluggish with brutish lust, his grunts grew deeper, changing with every heavy step. He could feel himself edging closer and closer, but he had to alert the people in the town.

The people in the Golden Leaf tavern were enjoying drinks and singing tales of the 2nd age when the doors burst open, one completely knocked off its hinge as a burly green half-orc stomped in with his cock out to the surprise of everyone. His shockingly human eyes shook and constricted into slitted pupils wreathed in flaming red as he fell to heavy green knees, with a drooling purple tongue sticking out around one of his tusks.

“So… horny… Orcs… Grnnk! CumMiiIINnNg… GrOAAARGH!” groaned the man turned orc from the pond. His fat green cock twitched and spewed into the air over some of the patrons and barmaidens, slithering mutated orc sperm laced within yellow spunk crawled over the few unfortunate orcs-to-be in the spray path. By the time they realized the insidious seed laced into the corrupted uruk cum, the semi-sentient sperm slipped under some of their clothes to get to their vulnerable genitals. A flood of orc semen spewed over the floor as the newly turned orc huffed and heaved. His hirsute burly body dripped sweat, cock lurching in his grip as dozens of orc enchanted spunk tadpoles swam through the wave of yellow spooge cascading over the wooden floors.

A barmaiden fell back to the floor at the sight of the horny orc cumming so heavily. She was so caught up on the heaving hairy orc cumming over her dress and on others that she missed the corruptive tadpoles wiggle under her dress. She barely let out a yelp as the cum slug slipped between her folds in a slimy trail. She immediately felt her pussy burning up, but was unable to move as she felt her hips widen with the orc sperm reaching her womb. It plopped around before embedding itself and defiling her inside with phallic orc corruption. The girl’s legs bulged with muscle, skin turning green and hirsute as it pushed up her body, torso lengthening with bone and muscle as thick bristly hair spread over her olive skin. Her growing feet tore through her boots, nails yellowed as her soles expanded. Thick toes dripping hot sweat as the valgus bones just under her fat green big toe and pinky toe bent inwards and expanded into a hard sensuous bunion. Arms heavy and bulging with inhuman muscle put her in a state of shock observing her once dainty form turn big and brutish. She grunted as her ovaries mutated, swelling larger, turning eggs to seed as the orbs slid down into her cramped womb. She thrashed all over the floor as her clit throbbed and grew, fattening at it pushed out, pulling the hood with it inch by inch until she had a pulsating dull green uncut cock, with rigid little green knobs. The urethra opened up, oozing the last of her vaginal fluids before with a wet plop two large hair nuts fell from the remains of her cunt and began funneling orcish precum to her newly grown shaft. Her face bulged forward, nose crunching and upturning as it flattened. Lips faded to a dark green as they swelled wetly. Thick yellowed tusks sprouted up, jaw jutting out broader as her increasingly bushy brow thickened into a near permanent scowl. She huffed and snorted, eyes burning red with lust as her hair grew thick and oily, strands careening down her face as her shoulders and muscled spine was covered thick with hair. The hobbits and humans in the tavern looked in horror as she pulled up her now muscular 6 foot body. A green skinned shemale orc with fat balls and a long 13 inch hard orc cock. The once human woman began to hump at the air, her mind completely lost to Sauron’s grip, and her body twisted with Eowyn’s orc corruption. Her balls sloshed and bounced against her muscular olive thighs, the cock in grip pulsating as her transformation finished. On the edge of orgasm, she looked up and snarled before rushing another barmaiden yet untouched by the orc semen and promptly pinned the woman to the ground. The orc woman ripped open the maiden’s dress, and growled as she slid her cock into the human pussy with savage determination.

“Take orc dick! Grraaauugh!’ grunted the newly changed orc as her balls slapped against the barmaiden. The human woman’s eyes rolled up, tongue sticking out of her mouth as her hands flailed and tried to push the monster off. She cried out as she felt the orc cock burrow into her pussy, feeling her own loins responding despite the horror and the pain of the orc woman’s girth, but that soon became a distant thought. The barmaid’s belly began to swell and distend with a notable bulge of orc cock slamming into her. She grunted as she felt herself being stretched out by the brutish girth, and her own body trembled and shook with growing ecstasy she couldn’t control. She could feel a building heat in her pussy as the orc’s cock slid deeper into her, stretching her walls as it pounded into her, spewing rank precum with every thrust. The woman began to moan in response, her voice growing husky as she felt the cock fulfill her base instincts. The heat spread through her body, veins bulging with dark magic as her muscles tensed with each slam. The orc’s balls slapped roughly against her skin, pussy darkening to a bluish purple as the dripping folds swelled around the invading shaft. The black magic infested her brain, cursing her tongue with black speech as it turned purple and slimy. The woman began to grunt in a language foreign to her, but the orc woman already knew well from her mind being so defiled.

The barmaid’s body began to shift and warp, her breasts swelling, nipples engorging into thick puffy erogenous nubs as her tits swelled into massive fleshy purple sacks of yellow orc milk, leaking into the air and splattering over the wooden floors. The woman grunted in pain and ecstasy, her pussy stretching wider and wider as the shemale orc pounded her, the cock slamming into the woman with each thrust and slamming her against the wall of her pussy. Her hips began to widen, legs bulking with muscles, veins pulsating as her belly swelled further with her changing womb. The barmaid groaned as she felt her pussy stretching out around the cock slamming into her. The changing woman grunted, her body beginning to shake, as the orc woman continued to slam her cock into the barmaid. The orc’s balls slapped the human’s swollen stomach as the orcish beast in between man and woman began to pant, her tongue lolling out as she slammed harder and harder. The woman gurgled incoherently as the orc slammed harder, the cock slamming deeper and deeper as the barmaid’s stomach bulged further and further. The orc woman began to growl, her tongue hanging out as her balls began to clench, her muscles bulging as the woman grunted louder. The shemale orc’s cock pounded deeper and deeper into her, smashing into the woman’s cervix and pounding into the barmaid’s womb. The changing woman’s breasts swelled even larger, milk continuously dripping and pooling on the floor. Her belly grew, stretching as the orc slammed into her. Her belly bulged further, stretching her stomach and pushing the woman further to her breaking point as her veins pumped with dark corruption. Her lips swelled and grew, turning a pale green and fading into her face. Her nose broadened and upturned as her brow jutted out with the rest of her face and her tusks sprouted. The barmaid grunted and moaned in response to the twisted changes, her body shaking as the orc pounded harder into her, her stomach bulging with cock as her skin grew hirsute. Her feet throbbed and twisted in the air as her soles expanded and toes bent form big ugly bunions, warty green flesh forming as her body began to shake and shudder. Her pussy clamped down around the orc cock, her muscles clenching as she felt her body being pushed to its limit. Her arms thickened with muscle and hair, the corruption spreading as her body transformed. Her mind began to fade, memories of the bar becoming faint, the only thought in her mind was to take more cock.

“Orc... Need... Orc cock! Grrrr... RAAAAGH! Orcs need cock!” grunted the barmaid as her face warped and twisted into that of a fat brutish orc’s. Her hair grew wild as it fell over her face, eyes rolling up and burning red with Sauron's will as her body shook. She clenched down on the orc woman’s cock, her body shaking and her tits bouncing. Her belly grew as she felt it expand with her new body, her veiny breasts swaying with every thrust. Her pussy tightened around the cock slamming into her. Her eyes fluttering as her pussy squeezed the cock as it slammed deeper and deeper, her shuddering from the dark ecstasy. Her pussy began to convulse and milk the orc woman's cock, her pussy massaging the massive shaft as her body convulsed wildly. With a final squeeze on the orc woman’s sausage, both were pushed to savage orgasm. The orc's cock throbbed and exploded inside her, flooding her newly stretched womb with orc seed and causing her to cry out deeply in dumb pleasure. The orc’s cock spasmed inside her, her balls clenching rapidly as her cum filled the new orc’s pussy, spilling out and pooling over the floor. The changed woman’s eyes rolled up, tongue dripping thick slimy spit as her body trembled in wild afterglow, her pussy still instinctively milking the cock inside her and causing her to orgasm again. She roared as her body shook. The new servant of Sauron groaned as she was deeply impregnated from the virile load, body pumped full of orcish corruption that filled her to the brim, before collapsing on the table.

The orc woman looked up from the newly changed orc, a smirk crossing her face as she watched the woman shudder and groan. The barmaid had completely changed, now a 5'9 orc, with pale bluish green skin and a muscular body, a fat pale belly etched with the orcish markings of the Defiler around her protruding belly button. The shemale orc woman grinned and ran her hand over her breeder's bloated stomach, her cock still throbbing inside her. She leaned in and bit down on her ear, tugging it with her tusks. The barmaid's eyes rolled up as she felt her body shudder and shudder, the orc seed in her stomach sloshing around.

“Orc seed... Gruagh… need more cock,” she grunted.

Others around the bar unfortunate enough to be accosted with orc cum and slugs, were in the throes of change as they began to assault the uncorrupted patrons. Many of them being fucked into the ground or being held up in mid air as they were turned into savage orcs, both men and women. The orc that started the chaos in the tavern, rose up cock still hard, green foreskin dripping cum as a single slimy yellow orc tadpole fell from his dilated urethra. He looked around him, eyes reflecting his twisted darkened mind until he honed in on an untouched human man. With a drooling grin he marched over to the cowering human, who could only stare up in terror.

He grabbed the male and ripped open his pants and undergarments. Gripping the human's neck as he pressed the tip of his huge cock to the modest human's.

"Orc cock better," the orc from the pond grumbled from his drooling dark green lips. He pulled his slimy green foreskin over the head of the man's cock, locking the tight tube of musky flesh around the man's glans. The man tried to scream, but the orc just pulled his face into his hairy smelly pit as their shafts jousted within his foreskin.

He began to stroke up and down over his thick foreskin, rubbing the musky orcish skin over the man's entombed cock tip and even some of his shaft. His orc spunk slathered the flesh and smeared all over the human's cock as it absorbed the orcish rank. The man's face was pressed against his stinking armpit, sweat dripping over his nose and lips, his tongue sticking out as he tasted the musk. His mouth opened as he felt his cock throbbing and growing within the orc's foreskin. His eyes fluttered, his mind fogged with lust as the orc jerked his foreskin over his cock, his hips starting to thrust into it as he felt his cock growing. Dark green veins spread down his shaft as it plumped up in the orc's grip. The man began to groan and grunt as the orc jerked away his humanity, his hips thrusting up and up as he leaked precum of his own, desperately pressing his urethra against the defiled orc brute's oozing cock slit. His own precum mingled with the orc's and was absorbed into his skin and foreskin. The orc huffed and snorted over the human man, feeling his nuts clench up. His body was ready to explode, and the man was almost there.

With a roar, the orc unloaded, urethra swelling as pints of orc spooge and slimy spunk tadpoles spewed against the head of the man's cock. With the foreskin gripped tight around the man's cock in the orc's meaty hand, it had nowhere to go but in. The man gasped and gurgled into the orc's sweat-soaked hairy pit as he felt his cock hole forced open by the torrent of orc spunk. His orgasm reversed as it poured down his urethra, skin of his shaft turning green as it made its way down, and flooded his nuts. His eyes rolled back as a foreign, but all the more stupefying pleasure wracked his vulnerable brain. His nutsack swelled as the spunk and slugs settled inside them, filling up his testicles and stretching the sack to make room for them all. The hairy sack turned a dark green as the skin writhed with the cummy orc slugs swimming within. He groaned and drooled, head pulling back from the mind searing armpit to reveal a more brutish face with yellowed tusks growing in. His sweat covered face now permanently smelled like musky stinking orc pits. His body shook and shuddered, the veins pulsating as it grew larger and thicker, muscles rippling as his body swelled with musculature. He huffed and drooled as he felt the tadpoles breach deeper into his reproductive system, burrowing into his prostate and vesicles, and expanding his ejaculatory ducts as others slipped even deeper. His cock throbbed as the orc seed traveled through his veins, his eyes beginning to burn red with Sauron’s corruption. His balls throbbed and grew larger, swelling with the orcish tadpoles wriggling within.

He groaned and growled as his skin turned a sickly shade of green. He began to growl and grunt, his cock throbbed within the foreskin. The orc looked down on the changing human, grunting and chuckling.

“Orc cock good, huuman. Grunt and moan as you become orc. Take seed of orc inside you and grow bigger and stronger, become uruk!.”

The orc pulled away from the changing man to watch his corrupted work finish itself. The orcish man's growing body ripped through his shirt as he grabbed his foot long cock that had a fattened dark green tip draped in a sweaty foreskin of his own. His body rippled and bulged with muscle and veins as his feet grew bigger and more twisted with warts and bunions forming. He grunted as he looked down to his growing cock, his mind beginning to haze with orcish lust as his body continued to transform. The man felt the last vestiges of his former life slip away, replaced by the growing need to breed. To fuck. The orcish transformation finished as the human's body swelled with muscle, his green cock oozing rank musk as he pumped it in his fist.

"Orc...," growled the new orc. He looked up, his eyes burning red with Sauron’s tainted lens.

"CUUUUMMM!" he roared as his infested orc nuts unloaded. Fat cock spewing more of that hot yellow orc seed teeming with spunk tadpoles into the air as he added to the corruption filling the tavern. His cock throbbed in his hand as it spurted more of the foul corruption into the room. His body heaved with each spurt, the floor covered with another flood of orc seed as it splattered down. His balls churned and pumped with his new role. The man was no more as the brutish uruk grunted and roared with his load, the orcish corruption taking hold.

The pandemonium in the tavern went mostly unnoticed. The town soon to have a tavern full of orcs breaking down the doors and spreading their dark lusts throughout the Shire. But, that wasn't the only threat spreading throughout the last bastion of purity. The goblin moss curse crept and spread into the grassy town. It sapped away the nutrients in the soil and rapidly replaced it with a warm slimy quagmire teeming with the Goblin Witch Queen's perversion. The corrupted green moss spread over grassy fields, up the sides of homes and worming its way into the cracks of homes within its reach. Musky yellow fog rose from befouled flora hiding the insidious hex lurking below as it crept towards the local well.

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An inn around a more populated part of the village was prepping to make food to send over to the Golden Leaf for dinner. A woman human refugee helped Rosie and some other hobbit lasses prepare for cooking. Rosie had become the unofficial matron of her small neighborhood after she surprisingly helped defend her town from a wandering group of orcs. With Sam and Frodo still missing, Rosie had done her best to do her part, and the inn had become the perfect place for Rosie and other young women to help the community in their own way.

The human woman helped the lasses bring out some flour from their pantry while one of them kneaded the dough for some bread. They were just getting to the main event when a hobbit man, the innkeep, came in the door, leaving grimy green footprints over the floor, much to Rosie's chagrin.

“Tobias, I just got done cleanin’ these floors. And why in the name of Bungo have you not washed your feet?” she chided the man. Tobias rubbed his feet, looking down as a foul musk arose from them, a weird cross between a grimace and a grin spread across his face as the smell hit his nose. The hobbit woman’s nose crinkled up in disgust as she noticed the stink rising from his feet, the stench wafting across the room to Rosie, causing the hobbit to wrinkle her nose.

“What is that? That smell!?” she asked with a frown.

"Sorry, Rosie," Said the older hobbit, his lips pursing together as he looked at Rosie. He had admired how Rosie had come into her own during these trying times and taken a leadership role. Despite it being his in, she ran the place better than he could. Her soft pale features, golden hair in a braid, bright green eyes and soft figure that was always hidden in that modest dress and apron that covered her. The thought of the hobbit's lovely figure was making his loins stir, "I had taken a stroll to observe that curious green moon hanging in the sky, and hadn't noticed how wet the grass was."

He huffed in response, the foul odor growing as it permeated the room. Rosie looked up from the flour as she took another sniff, her nose scrunching up as the smell invaded her nostrils.

"Well ya best clean that foul musk off your feet and keep them off my floor. Now get!" said Rosie with her hands on her hip and a scowl on her face.

"Alright, alright," he said as he left, the smell following him, but not leaving. Rosie could only shake her head and go back to her task as the hobbits and the human woman went about their tasks.

“Disgusting!” yelled another hobbit lass.

“What is it, Marley?” said Rosie looking up from a lump of dough.

“I stepped in whatever Tobias tracked in,” said Marley.

“Great. Thanks Toby. Well finish cutting those carrots and then mop the floor before you go out to the barn and clean yer feet.”

Tobias Puddlefoot made it out to a nearby barn, sitting on a stool to wipe off his large, wet, stinking hobbit feet with an old wet rag, the soles warty and green as they sweated a musky fluid that smelled like an unwashed sock mixed with the most potent of cheese. He went to work and wiped his foot with the rag, smearing the cloth with what he assumed to be some slimy algae. His feet tingled as they secreted more and more of the greasy slime, the stink spreading out in the barn as Tobias began to sweat. No matter how much he wiped, his feet never seemed to get clean, only serving to spread the foul substance over his fingers and the tops of his feet.

"Why won't this gunk come off? There always seems to be more..." he grumbled. The stink was flowing all around him, making him swallow slowly as he felt a wave of dizziness as the heat of his loins grew in prominence. He stared at his large foot in his hand. He watched dumbstruck as his toes and foot started to twitch and swell. He watched in horror as a new nail began to grow out from the base of each digit, growing up to an inch in length as it grew thick, black, and sharp. His foot swelled to twice in thickness as his soles stretched another 4 inches. His toes twitched and extended as two thick sensitive lumps of flesh grew out into large green bunions just on the sides of his big toe and pinky toe which were bending inwards. His other foot followed suit as they began to exude enough greasy green slime to freely drip from his feet. The smell grew, making Tobias groan, the heat in his crotch growing into a burning flame as his cock swelled up and out, his balls aching as his shaft grew and pushed out against his trousers. Fingers slimy holding his mutated foot, he could only stare at it in horrified curiosity as he gripped his foot tighter, fingers gliding over his new bunions. Sparks of pleasure immediately filled his brain as he gasped. His cock throbbed as he continued to massage and rub his protruding bunions together, moaning as his body was sweaty with the curse taking hold of his hobbit feet and making them foul goblin feet.

“Gruugh!” grunted the hobbit under the thrall of Thira's curse. His body was hot and sweaty, clothes getting tighter under swelling muscles. He instinctively leaned in and deep a snorting sniff of the rank odors emanating from his cock and foot. The cartilage in his nose cracked as his nostril upturned to better take in the corruptive stink. The fat goblin cock he now sported, throbbed in response and shot a rope of sticky precum onto his face. Tobias huffed as he gave in more and more to the curse, speeding up its progression as the barn doors opened. The lust drunk half-changed hobbit looked up with wild slitted eyes.

"Toby? What is that foul smell?" said Marley. Tobias groaned in response, her body looking so much better in his haze, the hobbitess’ feet looking so plump and tasty to him.

"Maaarrlleeeyyy..." Tobias moaned out. Marley's nose crinkled as she walked towards the man, her hand reaching up to cover her nose from the foul stench that emanated from him. The goblin cursed hobbit stared at her with his eyes glowing red, the green musk from his body wafting into her nose, the scent making her swoon as the dark magic of the goblins worked their way into her system. She looked down at his grotesque green cock, throbbing in his hand. Green warts on the shaft peeked through his gnarly fingers as the uncut tip was coated in cock filth. She was disgusted, but her eyes glazed over. Tobias stood up on his warty goblin feet, bunions throbbing with every step as he slowly lumbered over to Marley. His body swelled and grew with loud wet pops and the sound of taut leather. Skin shifted from a fleshy bronze to a deep olive. His standard height of 3 and half feet was left behind as he grew another two feet, spine bulging and extending as he hunched. The innkeeper's face grew more brutish as his lips turned a deep green, brow rolling forward and thick over his eyes. His pointed ears stretched higher as crooked yellow tusks pushed up from his drooling bottom lip.

"Your... feet... I want to see your… feet." grunted Tobias, eyes rolling up and breathing harder.

"Toby... what... are..." she started to say. The hobbit's mind began to haze over from the green musk of his goblin cock that oozed pre. The goblins' corruption began to spread through her veins and through her body as her mind became hazy with lust. The half changed goblin Ori began to stroke his fat goblin shaft, staring at the woman with a lust drunk gaze.

“Need… your feet. Smell good,” groaned Toby. His nostrils flared and inhaled her sweet scent. He looked up to see the hobbit lass was entranced by his musk and could barely stand, but still tried to fight the corruptive musk dulling her instincts of fear. He grabbed her foot, exposing her soft bare sole to the air as the woman fell to the ground. Tobias sniffed her feet deeply and as the last vestiges of his halfling nature faded.

His tongue slithered from his mouth, slimy and coated with his new goblin saliva, he dragged it along her sole as he inhaled the woman’s scent. The hobbit groaned in pleasure as his tongue slid over her soft skin and between her toes she moaned in weakened resistance, begging for him to stop.

"Tobias, no," Marley protested, but she could feel the dark magic already beginning to infect her, "No, you...you beast!" Ori huffed and puffed, tongue sliding up the length of her sole, the slime soaking into her flesh and seeping into her pores.

He moaned, her toes entering his maw, his tusks grazing her skin as his tongue slathered over the hobbit's soft flesh, her own body shuddering in response. Her eyes rolled up, her toes curling as her body began to shake, her mind slowly becoming addled with goblin lust.

He licked the woman's foot harder and harder, feeling her body begin to heat up as her skin began to shift. His cock throbbed as it grew fatter and longer, precum oozing down his shaft. Warts and sprigs of her began sprouting over her thickening skin as her soles grew larger, bunions growing from the side. Her nails cracked as her toes and feet expanded and spread. Warts appeared along the tops of her hairy feet, the hobbit woman's skin starting to take on an olive tone as slimy sweat began oozing from her feet with every stroke of the goblin's tongue.

She let out a whimper as she felt his tongue slide over her sensitive bunions, causing her pussy to throb and weep. The innkeep turned goblin licked and slurped her foot before he pulled up with a look of vile drunken lust and forced her changing feet to sandwich his fat throbbing goblin cock.

"OOoOoOooh.... Yeeash! Dat's it pretty. Let me get a feel 'a those toes on me wanker," The goblin drooled out as he enjoyed her rough soles rubbing over his warty shaft and leaking tip. He pressed his warty green feet up against her cunt and huffed, the smell of the goblins' feet permeating her senses, the woman's head rolling back in pleasure as her mind was invaded by the dark magic.

He began to huff and groan as he began to rub her feet faster and faster, his cock growing harder and thicker. Her soles were so rough on his skin and the goblin loved it. Her toes flexed and stretched as they rolled over the head, getting covered in his nasty pre as smeg scraped under her jagged toenails. His nutsack throbbed and clenched as he felt his seed beginning to boil in his balls. With a raspy cry out, his cockhead bloated and began spewing rancid yellow goblin cum, showering her feet and over the lower half of her dress.

Marley could barely pull herself out of the growing haze before she realized this was her chance. The woman pulled her foot away and kicked the goblin off her as he groaned in pleasure, her bare feet squelching on the dirty floor of the barn. The goblin growled as she ran away, his body still writhing as his eyes were still clouded by the musk, the stink of the goblins filling his lungs as his nostrils flared and his cock twitched in his hands.

She could barely think straight as the stench of the goblin filled her nose, but continued to run back to the inn. She burst inside in a panic, calling for help as she slammed the door shut and put her back to it. The others looked at her in worry.

"What is it?" asked one of the hobbit lasses. The woman was huffing and sweating profusely, the corruption already taking its toll on her.

"Toby’s turned into some beast and attacked me! He's coming! He's coming!" yelled Marley.

"What? Tobias? No. What are you talking about?" asked Rosie.

"He... He's a goblin! We need to get away!" cried Marley.

"Calm down Marley. We'll get the men to take care of him. Yasha, lock the door, and I'll get Marley something to drink from the back," said Rosie.

Yasha the human woman walked to the door to bolt the lock, as the others tried to calm Marley down, too wrapped up in the hysteria to pick up the mutations starting to show in the young hobbit woman.

Outside Tobias stepped outside of the barn, thinking of deliciously large smelly goblin feet and hairy pussies. He had to have more. He had to make more for the Dark Lord and for his cock. He snickered to himself as he went around to the back of the inn where the mead barrels were kept. Smaller in size to be more manageable for halflings, it was perfect for him to wash his feet in. He ripped off the lid and with sharp-toothed glee, dunked his gnarly feet into the barrel, wiggling his toes as he spread cursed filth into the drink. He heard the sounds of the backdoor opening and quickly pulled his feet out and closed the lid before hiding.

Rosie looked around before quickly grabbing the first barrel she could get inside, cursing as she noticed a moss like slime getting on her fingers and arms as she pulled in the barrel of mead to get Marley a drink.

Toby snickered and stroked his cock with a savage smile, licking his lips at what was to come.

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As Rosie brought the barrel in, forgetting to lock the door, the two hobbit women were comforting the distraught Marley. Unaware of the danger, they tended to her as able.

“T-Tobias attacked me. I- I just don’t understand why,” she said, wiping away her tears. The stink of his goblin cum was so heavy on her, the two hobbit girls’ noses wrinkled at the stench, it was so foul and wouldn’t give them reprieve. Despite that, they politely aided the accosted maiden and did their best to ignore until Yasha had the bath ready.

"He.. just was so... so... disgusting," she began to drone as her thoughts went back to his cock between her feet, the stimulation on her bunions... "Sarah... I think I might have strained my feet while running from him. C-could... Could you rub them for me?"

The words left her lips with a quiver, anticipating her feet being stimulated like that cock as Sarah hesitantly mumbled a yes. Marley lifted up her foot as the hobbit lass knelt and pulled up her dress to reveal her hairy foot reeking of goblin moss and cum that stained her soles. The smell made Sarah's eyes water, but she took the larger than average hobbit foot into her hands, coating them with the foul gunk and began massaging as they both listened to Marley. The infected woman almost moaned as Sarah began rubbing and squeezing her soles, the feeling made her pussy gush.

"Tobias... He... He... he attacked me. I had to run. He... he had the most disgusting feet. The worst smelling things ever, and that cock..." Marley's mind raced, remembering how big and disgusting the goblin's cock had been as the two hobbit women listened to her, the other beside Sarah, sitting close to Marley as she told her tale.

It was huge and pulsing in her hands and her feet. The hobbit's eyes glazed over, the feeling of the woman massaging her feet bringing back the sensations of that throbbing goblin shaft.

"And then he... He..." Marley shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the corruption begin to spread through her. The pleasure of Sarah's fingers rubbing and squeezing her foot caused the cursed contagion to surge in Marley's expanding feet. Sarah sat there transfixed on Marley's foot. She rubbed the foul fluids all over Marley's twitching growing foot, smearing her own hands and fingers with the slick green goblin sludge in the process. The stink had stopped being so repulsive after a while, and the dark claws growing on the swelling toes sent a shiver down her spine. She was so entranced she didn't realize her fingers popping and swelling, nails growing sharp and a dark gray. Her goblins mitts kneaded into the soles as the stench went from inoffensive to oddly alluring. The hobbit's changing feet looked increasingly attractive to her, even as the thick big toe cracked inward to make room for her expanding bunions with the pinky toe shifting similarly. She rubbed her monstrous thumb over the large knot while she admired the warty goblin foot just as the nerves had bundled up beneath it. The foreign pleasure sent a wave of corrupted goblin directly into Marley's brain just as she recalled Tobias' cock spewing cum all over her dress and feet.

"Aaaagggghhh! Oh fuck! I... He... He came on me!" She blurted as her pussy clenched down, gushing her own juices and soaking her panties. Her foot in the hobbit woman's hands, throbbed and pulsated as it expanded further, growing more warts and wrinkles as the skin turned a dark green, her soles thick and sweaty. She felt her feet getting bigger, her toes curling as her soles began to grow in the hobbit's hands, the woman's hands massaging them harder as they continued to swell and grow, the smell of goblins filling the room.

"He... he came all over my dress... and feet. Feeeeet," Marley said in a haze. Her pussy throbbed, a heat growing from within her as the goblin corruption took over her. The stink of her pussy mingling with that of goblins. She could feel the woman rubbing her foot, the smell of goblin cock still clinging to her feet. The hobbit's hands began to feel different. Like good ole gnarled goblin fingers, her warping brain told her. But she couldn't find anything wrong with that. If anything it turned her on.

Yasha had just returned, hearing the last of Marley's tale with disgust. She was frowning as Rosie came in shortly after with a cup full of mead. Marley was looking almost sick, and Rosie quickly put the cup in her hands.

"Here. You look like you need something to warm your belly," Rosie said with a sympathetic look.

"Y-you... You got me... mead..." Marley stuttered out as she looked at her friend.

"Of course, hun," said Rosie. The woman sat down and took the glass in her trembling fingers, her feet throbbing in Sarah's fingers, the woman looking at them as she continued to massage them.

"I-I'll drink... drink it..." Marley said, feeling a growing urge to consume the drink as her body changed.

"That's it. Drink it all," Rosie urged the woman on.

The woman brought the cup up to her mouth as she felt her mind fog up, her body burning up. Rosie had no idea that her friend was slowly turning her into a goblin and she had given her a cup full of mead tainted with goblin foot sweat and corrupted mossy juices.

She chugged down the contents, feeling her mind and body warp with every drop of Ori's slime and seed tainted drink.

The goblin hex pierced her mind as she gulped, allowing Sauron's evil to pour in through the filthy lens of Thira's deviance. Her body was rocked by a deep lustful need that caused her body to convulse and twitch. The woman's body shook as her eyes glazed over and she let out a deep moan, her mouth dripping with goblin rancid goblin mead as she dropped the cup. Her body shuddered and shook, skin turning olive, her eyes flashing a deep red as she immediately thought to indulge her lusts and share them.

"'’Ave a sniff, Sarah," she said with a smile of yellowed sharpened teeth, before shoving her nasty goblin foot into Sarah's face, "It's as yummy as it looks! HeeHeeHEEHEAA!"

As Sarah's face was smothered, Marley pulled the other hobbit lass that had been sitting close to her in for a nasty kiss. Their tongues tangled as they kissed, Marley's large goblin tongue pushing deep into her maw as she kissed the woman and shared her sour drool, and remnants of the tainted mead. Sarah gagged as Marley's goblin feet rubbed against her face and her nose, her nostrils filling with the stench of goblins. Her eyes watered, her pussy weeping as she breathed it in, the goblins' stench permeating her nose and filling her lungs as her eyes rolled up and her mind fogged. Her nose bulged out and shifted up into a short warty pickle of a schnoz as the nostrils flared and expanded. The foul odor burned into her mind, filtered through her new goblin nose to fill her brain with twisted dark pleasure. Without delay, Sarah quickly began licking the slimy sole, tongue lengthening and growing warty as she lathered and lapped up the sweat they exuded, brain rotted to the goblin stink as the curse rippled through her as well.

Rosie watched with shock as the scene unfolded, the three hobbits transforming into hideous goblins before her very eyes. Rosie stood in shock, Yasha behind her with a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened with fear.

"What is... What is this!?" Rosie cried out as the woman Marley was forcibly making out with began to turn a shade of green, now eagerly kissing back into Marley's mouth as the hobbit turned-goblin's tusks started to grow in.

The two pulled apart with a smile as the other lass's eyes began to turn a blood red, her lips shifting into an emerald green. The hobbit's body began to swell and grow with loud pops and wet cracks, body growing into a 4 foot green skinned creature with large warty feet. The hobbit turned goblin woman giggled and cackled as her hands reached down between her legs to feel her growing clitty.

Sarah was getting hotter and hotter with each breath of her goblin sisters' foot musk. Her eyes rolling back and tongue slathering as the stench crawled into her mind, the corruption in Marley's cum soaked foot seeping through the pores in her skin. The halfling woman could only moan as her body began to shift and twist. Skin shifted to a pale olive, nose already expanded out to an ugly, wart covered, fat goblin sniffer was joined by a thickened brow bone rolling forward, hairless and bumpy the left her in a permanent sneer. Her own feet expanding and changing as she greedily sucked on Marley's toes, teeth yellowing into fangs as tusks started to rise. The three hobbit women moaned and indulged the lurid acts as they changed, pops and the sound of tearing fabric in the air as their bodies warped and grew larger, breasts green and expanding with milky fat as the nipples darkened. Each pop, crack, and moan leaving them more goblin and less hobbit, dresses barely hanging to their warty green-skinned frames as they grew halfway to 5 feet with hair, muscle, and fat.

Rosie looked on in horror, Yasha just behind her as she watched the hobbit lasses become filthy evil goblins filled with dark lust.

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While hobbit women falling to Thira's corruption, Tobias had gotten the idea to climb up the side of the inn, his monstrous feet leaving smeared green footprints on the side as he pulled himself into the window of the guest room upstairs that had two occupants currently sleeping.

He plopped onto the floor, feet wetly slapping against the floorboards as he smiled. His eyes glowed in the dark as he approached the human man and dwarven woman sleeping on separate beds. Creeping between the two beds he snickered as he stroked his cock. The human male and the dwarf woman were fast asleep. Vulnerable. His cock throbbed in his grasp as it wept slime, a rope of which dripped onto the wooden floor below. The head of his cock bulged within its green foreskin as it leaked more pre, and he reached up and slid his warty finger into his cock hood to scoop up a wad of nasty goblin smeg. With a devious smile he turned to the dwarf and pressed his finger under her nose and smeared the cock guck over her nostrils.

She sniffed in her sleep, and Tobias watched her snort as he slathered the gunk over her lips and into her beard. The dwarf began to snore, her nose flaring as the goblin hex took root. She stirred and her face scrunched up as the scent of goblin smeg filled her senses, eyes opening to reveal a bloodshot sclera and an iris the color of ruby. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, the pupils dilating to an unnatural size as they tried to focus, only seeing the blurry outline of a green beast with a long fleshy pole of meat.

The man in the bed beside them was oblivious to his roommate's filthy corruption as she was to anything outside of the mind-rotting stench of the goblin cock paste on her nostrils as they flared and snorted in the foul substance. A thick clod of it stuck in her sinuses before with a phlegmy snort it shot into the back of her brain. The sudden embedding had her nose turn green and warty as it infected her thoughts, Dwarven stubbornness not even enough to suppress the corrupting will as her eyes turned red and slitted.

The dwarf woman sat up as her body changed and grew, greedily snorting up the goblin stench as she licked the smeg from her upper lip with an increasingly long slimy tongue. The follicles of her beard burned away as the strands fell from her broad chin as it jutted out to free two growing tusks. Skin became oily and pale, the veins in her neck popping out as the goblin blood spread through her blood of the mountains, her eyes widening as her nostrils flared, smelling the foul odor of goblin smeg left her in almost a feral state of arousal as her pussy swelled and darkened, juices beginning to flow freely.

Tobias watched in glee as the dwarf woman became more and more like a goblin, her body changing and swelling as the magic took hold of her. He turned his attention to the human male. That wretched handsome face. He looked forward to taking the human down a peg, in more ways than one. With a snicker, he stood next to the man's head and swabbed his aching leaky goblin cock over the man's ear. His foul pre seeped in, making the ear start to darken and shift to green as it stuck out in an extending point, ear canal expanded to take in the sounds of what creeps in the dark. With a drooling smile, Tobias then pushed his hooded tip up against the malformed ear with his rancid veiny goblin meat pulsing in anticipation. The dwarf goblin, aching with lust, sat at the edge of the bed and waited with hunger for the goblin seed that Tobias would give her.

His cockhead pushed in, stretching out the ear canal. The human groaned as he began to stir as the slimy tip popped in, causing the goblin to shudder with pleasure and spurt a couple shots of pre deeper still. The man's brain burned as his pointed ear began to bulge out and throb. His lips pulled into a grimace as his skull was invaded by goblin cock. His eyes shot open in fear and confusion at what was happening, but he didn't have a chance to state his refusal. With a raspy chuckle Tobias pushed further into the man's skull, the tip nudged up against the man's brain, causing his eyes to roll up as he began to drool from the corners of his mouth, thoughts scattered from the phallic interruption. The man groaned as he felt the thick goblin shaft push deep into his skull and pump, pain and an odd numbing pleasure causing his face to scrunch up, brows tight in unfamiliarity. The goblin cock pulsed and throbbed as the human male moaned and gurgled, body shuddering and convulsing as Tobias's cock leaked pre all over his brain while jabbing the sensitive organ. Tobias cock throbbed, heavy green balls churning and dripping hot sweat as he got close to release.

The dwarf woman turning goblin could watch no longer, her green gobby pussy hungry for filling. Her spine popped and hunched as she lumbered over to the human getting his mind fucked by a sexy goblin and eagerly tore the human's pants off to free a more than modest cock that was hard and throbbing despite his assault. With a deep growl, she crawled up on the man and lined up his dick with her slick snatch. She slammed her ass down, spearing herself onto his member as her own clitty swelled up between her folds, spewing femcum and throbbing.

She moaned as her hips began to roll, the human's cock filling her up as the human moaned and twitched with each stroke of the dwarf woman-turned-goblin, her skin already green and warty as with gnarled popping fingers, she pressed her clawed hands against his chest. The man's hands clenched the sheets as he shuddered, his body beginning to shrink, muscles getting denser as hair and warts began spreading over his skin, muscles and veins popping up all over as his face was twisted in a mix of conflicting emotions and scattered thoughts. The goblin cock continued to pulse and throb, Tobias grunting as his cock expanded and bloated as it grew close to release, the man moaning as his tongue began to loll from his mouth.

With a roar, Tobias' balls pulled up and he slammed his crotch against the man's head before spewing ropes of smeg-laden seed into the man's cranium. Thick yellow goblin spunk splattered all over his gray matter. The corruptive spooge saturated the man's brain, causing it to throb and shift as it turned a veiny vile green. His scrunched up brow bulged and hardened as his thoughts were pounded, knocked around, and submerged in goblin ichor. His face morphed as the foul seed flowed through his skull and leaked out his ears and nostrils. His face bulged and warped, lips darkened as they pulled up and over, teeth yellowed and shifted, two thick tusks growing out as a thick tongue flopped from the mouth of the now fully transformed goblin.

With a wet schloop Tobias pulled his softening goblin shaft out of his ear. He chuckled and turned his attention to the goblinized dwarf as she continued to bounce her pussy on the newly turned male goblin, riding the male with lust until they both screeched in mind-rotting orgasm, stained fluids spraying from their enjoined genitals.

"H-hey... you gobby slogs. Time to get into some mischief..." Tobias grunted, stroking his cock, "There's some soft little hobbits down below. Let's give 'em a nasty surprise... hehe."

The two new goblins dripping sweat and reeking of fresh sex separated and smiled at their corruptor as they headed to the stairs.

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Rosie and Yasha stood there in shock watching the three former hobbit women turning goblins, oblivious to the footsteps and snickers behind them going down the hall to the bathroom. Their former friend's bodies expanded with dense muscle and supple fat as their abs bulged into tight segments and breasts expanded. Their skin shifted darker to various shades of swampy green as their hair grew oily and thick, the two hobbit women being infected and converted moaned and giggled as their minds twisted around the contagious corruption that had been spread to them. Their noses bulged and upturned as nostrils eagerly inhaled the goblin stench they were starting to exude. Teeth sharpened gave their smiles a sinister edge as the vile fire in their eyes ignited with Sauron's dark lustful will. Pops and cracks rung in the air between moans and raspy giggling as the women's small bodies grew to into wide hipped muscular short-stacks that would stand up just above a man's waist, their bodies covered in sweat and grime, the goblin curse thoroughly twisting their bodies into vile caricatures of their former selves.

Rosie and Yasha were terrified as the three goblins looked at them with sinister smiles, their eyes glowing with a dark hunger.

"What in the Shire are you?" Rosie asked as she watched them, fear evident on her face as her hands went to her mouth. She could hear Yasha shuffling behind her, trying to stay hidden as Rosie watched the goblinized hobbits begin to stand.

"Whatever are ya talking about Rosie? It's still me Marley... but I feel better than ever before..." Marley said as her hands reached down and cupped her own jiggly green warty breasts, giving the flesh a greedy squeeze as the fat squished between her clawed fingers as milk beaded at the ends of her dark emerald nipple. "I can finally see what I was missing... Being a good little girl isn't what life's about. Bein' a nasty goblin for the Dark Lord is soooo much better! Heeheehahahaaa!"

The two hobbit-turned-goblins beside Marley snickered as they rubbed their hairy swampy cunts, juices squelching between their monstrous fingers. "We can see ya like the sight of us Rosie," Sarah spoke with a sneer, sniffing the air like a beast before locking eyes with Rosie, "I can smell the lust buildin' in ya."

Rosie's eyes went to the goblins' swinging breasts and dripping mounds, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched their hands move. She tried to look away but found she couldn't. She watched in horror and disgust as she realized her pussy was starting to moisten from watching them, the goblins smirking at her, and she knew they were well aware. Yasha's breath was coming out faster as she watched with wide eyes and felt a heat begin to build up between her legs.

"Run," Rosie whispered, as she turned and ran, pulling Yasha along with her. They ran as the goblin girls cackled, giving slow chase as if to savor their fear. . They fled to the main room, but were soon greeted with the other goblin invaders.

Tobias was in front with the two other goblins he'd made, their foul odor permeating the air. He grinned and chuckled, tongue rolling over his tusks as he saw Rosie and Yasha. He turned and looked at his fellow goblins.

"Gonna give them a little gift, me beauties..." Tobias said to his followers. Rosie looked at him in fear, Yasha hiding behind her, the hobbitess’ face stricken with worry and disgust at the creatures before her.

"What is this!? Ori? Is that you? You... you monster!" she yelled, staring at him, "How dare you do this!"

"How dare I? How dare I? I am only bringing a gift. The greatest gift anyone can give," he replied.

"Ori... I don't know what happened to you... but you are sick!" she cried. Tobias snarled and his cock pulsed, precum dripping onto the floor.

"And you two need a bath," he said as they chased them into the bathroom. The odor in the bathroom was much worse than anywhere else, the goblin musk thick as they caught sight of the tub of water Yasha had filled for Marley. What was once clean and clear bubbly bathwater had been tainted, the water stained green, a bubbly moss building on the surface as thick goblin seed wriggled at the bottom like organic sediment. It was revolting, "We saw you had started some bathwater so we decided to make it proper! Nothin' a lil goblin grime and cum won't fix!."

Rosie caught sight of the small window on the far wall as her and Yasha saw the entrance to the room was blocked by the six sex-crazed goblins. Before Rosie could make a move, Yasha grabbed her up and dashed to the window.

"Run, Rosie. We both aren't going to make it and... I'm too large to get through a hobbit's window, but you've got a chance," said the human woman as she pushed Rosie through the window of opportunity while the goblins quickly descended on them.

"No! Yasha! Please. Don't let go. You can make it too!" screamed Rosie as she tumbled out, quickly standing to look back in as the woman tried to fend herself off from the goblins, but they were too many even for a working woman like Yasha. They scratched at her, groping and tearing her dress and they collectively manhandled and molested her. Rosie watched in horror as they subdued her and lifted her up in the air before dumping the woman inside the festering tub water, rousing the incubating goblin seed. The human woman's eyes went wide in panic before she went under, bubbles and the moss churning as the seed wriggled their way over her, Rosie heard her gargled scream and the slosh of the water as the hobbitess was helpless but to watch Yasha drown in the goblin cesspool, choking on the tainted waters as the foul gang of them continuously dunked her. The live culture of goblin seed found a female to invade and impregnate, and soon the larger ones almost swam to her. The foul semen slipped up her nose and in her ears, between her legs, as the tainted water sizzled on her skin and cauterized the small cuts she'd gotten during the struggle to leave light green scars. Yasha's skin was stained with a mottled mixture of sickly greens and oily yellow as the goblins held her down, her skin itched with heat from the goblin slime and seed that coated it as her mutating limbs began to shrink. The water in the tub burned away the woman's human blood, the mossy foam on the surface matted into her lengthening hair, as if she were being digested. Yasha's body compacted as it became more muscular, fat and muscle warping her figure. Her green-stained skin became warty and speckled with coarse hairs, fingers growing gnarled and thick, as her feet kicked into the air from the tub, her soles becoming thick as a slimy green moss began exuding from them and her toenails sharpening as with a loud crack her pinky and big toes crooked inward to make room for the bulbous sensitive bunions on each side of her foot, her fingernails extending and turning yellow and crooked, the skin around her mouth darkening and turning a putrid green as gurgling gasp revealed the multitude of sharp yellow fangs amongst the two pillars of tusks that rose above them.

She was eventually pulled out as the bubbles and goblin slime coated her. The other goblins began to take their hands and rub it into her, Yasha moaning and whimpering in fear and pain as her brows knotted up. The invading corruption only had so many places left to go. The seed wriggling into her nose and ears finally penetrated her brain as a long slimy tongue fell from her mouth as her bulging brow jutted into a bony green ridge to give her a permanent scowl. Yasha's eyes opened to reveal fiery slits. Rosie couldn't take it, the sight of her friend becoming a monster like the others, the woman's cries echoing in Rosie's ears as they turned to harsh moans. The hobbitess wanted to cry, but she was more afraid than sad, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She could still hear Yasha's cries as she ran, and she swore that she would avenge her. At least she hoped.

The hobbit ran, the inn getting further and further behind her, hands and elbows itching as tried to quickly sneak her way home amid the growing chaos as people began to run, scream, and fight from the invasion of orcs, goblins, and werewolves.

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Rosie ran and ran, but it wasn't long until a trio of werewolves caught her trail. Even with her running and keeping an alert eye, the wolfmen were on her before she knew it. One jumped and tackled her to the ground, her dress ripping as she screamed until she heard a sharp whimper accompanied by a dull thud. The weight of the werewolf rolled off her as it retreated to the other two with the large female snapping at the male's weakness.

"Are you alright missy? It be best you get out of here!" said a hardy voice as a stocky muscled dwarf holding a studded club stood between her and the three werewolves. To her surprise, he wasn't alone. Two humans in light armor were with him, one holding a sword and another with a large stick. Rosie stuttered her thanks as she quickly got up and ran... One of the male beasts attempted to go after her, but the man with the sword fended it off to keep its attention. The large female werewolf scowled.

"I don't like my pack being denied their prey... but I can sniff out potential..." Luthriel growled with a sharp smile, "and I'm going to enjoy turning you lot."

The werewolves charged the men as the group prepared to fight. The female tackled the dwarf to the ground as he raised his club to block the wolf, her claws ripping through the fabric and scraping along the metal as the other man's club swung to strike the side of her jaw, but her other claw caught the weapon and ripped it from his grasp, the weapon flying to the side. Her free hand swiped and her razor claws slashed his chest. He cried out, but the female's claws caught in his armor and only gave him shallow wounds, but he staggered back from the force, clutching his chest. His inexperience showed though as he'd lost sight of the other werewolf that quickly grabbed him from behind and bit into his shoulder. The man screamed in pain unable to fight back as the lycan forced him to his knees and began ripping away the seat of his pants.

The dwarf took the opportunity to roll out from under her and swing his club at her to force distance. She ducked and snarled before opening the space between them and rearing up on her haunches.

"Yesss... grrr.... You'll make a fine mate..." Luthriel said as thick drool fell from her fanged lips. She dashed towards him, expecting the swing and jumped around over him to catch his flank. The dwarf tried to turn and swing, but the alpha shewolf caught the club, claws digging splinters into the wood as she yanked it from his grasp and used the momentum to pull him towards her and quickly pin him down. He grunted as he tried to push the beastly woman off of him but found she was too strong. She held his hands to the side, her furry thighs and crotch pressing against the dwarf's bulge, her weight sitting on his crotch, the scent of her heat and musky pussy hitting his nose as he struggled to breathe.

He looked over to see his companion was already on the ground and the werewolf had mounted his hips. The man was crying in pain and shock, eyes wide as his body rocked with the force of the wolf's thrusts. The bite marks had healed up and were already sprouting brown fur as he was forcibly inducted into the pack. The other human was still fending off the other male werewolf, but the beast's stamina was outpacing his, as he tired from recklessly swinging to keep the beast at bay. After another clumsy swing, the wolf pounced, knocking the sword away as he sat on the man's chest, forcing his musky wolf nuts against the human's face. The man groaned and coughed as his face was smothered. His struggling slowly came to a stop, but his heart beat continued to race. Luthriel smiled, the scent of the werewolves' musk filling the air. They could smell it and the effect it was having on their victims' bodies. The human's eyes were glazed as the werewolf grabbed his wrists and with a snarl, the wolf bit his forearm, causing the man to cry out as the wolf’s saliva laced with lycanthropic venom seeped into his bloodstream.

Luthriel turned her gaze back to the dwarf beneath her, licking her lips. The dwarf glared at her and struggled to break free of her grasp, but her hold on him was too tight, the wolf's body pressed hard on his. His muscles strained, his cock growing harder from the friction as her furry snatch dripped over the front of his trousers.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you down and building you back up..." the werewolf growled, "You'll be one of our best soldiers... I'm sure of it." Her voice was a low rolling rumble, savage and sensual as the heat of her breath tickled the dwarf's ear and neck as he struggled. He was not going to go down without a fight, but he could feel her hot breath, and it felt good against his skin.

She could sense the change in his scent as her body's warmth mixed with the scent of her pussy was already starting to work on his body and mind, his cock hardening against his breeches. She snickered, and began to lap her long canine tongue over the side of the struggling dwarf's neck. His eyes widened in surprise as his arms weakened, and his legs began to tremble. He could feel his resolve fading. The sensation of the beast's body and tongue against his flesh was intoxicating and made his skin tingle and itch. It wasn't enough to make him submit, but it did weaken him. She continued to grind and lap her tongue on him as she slowly wore down the will of the dwarven warrior.

Luthriel chuckled, and she let her claws lightly rake against the dwarf's chest, scraping into his armor as she leaned forward to sniff his neck, "You're strong... and stubborn... It'll be a pleasure to make you part of my pack. Now... Let's see how strong you really are," she said, and the wolf woman rolled her furry hips against his body, rubbing her furry snatch over his cock tent, and grinding the dwarf's face against her breast.

His face was buried in her chest, his beard tangled with the light coating of fur on her expansive chest as he struggled and fought to get away from her. He didn't want this! He couldn't! This beast was a monster and she was going to take his body from him and turn it into a weapon for her and her dark lord, but his cock was throbbing with need, his hips pushing back to rub against her as he let out a muffled grunt. Logrun was a proud dwarf as was common with his species, and was determined to resist this fiendish beast until the end. Luthriel only took that as a savage challenge, eager to force her curse of lycanthropy upon the hardy dwarf as she tore away the crotch of his pants with her claws while she growled and smiled at her preymate.

The sturdy dwarf fought back, struggling with the wolf, his body trying to pull away, but she held him tight. Her musky body pressed against his as her pussy dripped over the exposed shaft of his cock. He shuddered, feeling the heat of her body against his as she growled and licked the side of his neck. The scent of her cunt filled his nose and the sound of her heart pounded against him. He could feel the strength of the beast in every fiber of her being, her hot body and fur against him, and he hated that he liked it. That his mind and body were getting excited from the feel of this beastly woman. He heard the groans and growls from his comrades as the two wolves raped the two men. The male wolf repeatedly sank his cock into the exposed hairy buns of one man as he moaned from growing drooling fangs, extending claws scratching at the dirt underneath as the lupine venom reached his brain. The other wolf was thoroughly face fucking his other comrade's growing muzzle as the tainted human’s body convulsed with bestial transmutation. Logrun felt a knot in his stomach at the sight, shook to his core at the depravity he was being subject to.

"No... No! This isn't happening..." Logrun said through gritted teeth, his arms trembling from strain as his muscles bulged against Luthriel's grip.

Luthriel snickered and rocking her hips, grinding against his crotch, "Grr... Yes it is, little dwarf... grr... I can smell it. Your body wants me... You can't resist. You'll give in soon enough..." Her voice was thick with lust. Her claws dug into the ground as the dwarf continued to struggle.

Logrun snarled in anger and pushed with renewed strength, rolling them over and over. Luthriel laughed in glee at his defiance as the two wrestled for dominance in the dirt. In a quick moment, her claws slashed at the remaining straps to his armor, freeing it to fall to the side. He fought back with his fists but he could feel himself losing ground, the scent of the werewolf was getting into his head and his cock throbbed with every pulse as it slid along her pussy as they tussled.

Luthriel's eyes widened as he fought back, his eyes speckled with a dark fire, his fists connecting with the side of her muzzle, the force enough to make her snarl as she growled and pushed him down, pinning his wrists as she straddled his waist.

"That's it! That's what I want from you! Now you'll give me everything, little dwarf. And then, I'm gonna take you." she growled as her pussy dripped over the tip of his cock.

He snarled in return and struggled, his cock throbbing as it rubbed against her wet folds, "Never! You'll not break me!"

The wolf woman smirked and licked her lips as the werewolf's eyes glinted in triumph as her furry slit kissed his mushroomed tip, her musky scent overwhelming the dwarf. "I think I will..."

With a thrust of her hips and a dip of her demi-muzzle, the tip of his cock sank into her hungry pussy as her fangs sank into the exposed flesh of his shoulder.. The heat of her body enveloped him as his cock penetrated her depths and the venom of her fangs seeped into his bloodstream. He growled as his muscles flexed, his teeth grinding together as the wolf's cunt clenched around him, his body on fire, "Gah... No... Not like... this..." he moaned, his cock twitching inside of her as he fought the urge to thrust, but the searing heat crawled up through his veins like burning prongs jabbing into his skull.

"Rrff... yes... You'll make a fine wolf," Luthriel panted as her hips ground down on his. The dwarf could only moan and groan, the beastly woman's body pressing down on his, the scent of her filling his lungs. He could feel the venom of the wolf coursing through his blood, the heat in his veins growing more intense. His cock throbbed in the sheath of her pussy as he fought back. The dwarf growled as his muscles strained against the hold she had on him, her claws digging into the flesh of his wrists as she pinned them to the ground, the werewolf woman's tongue rolling over her teeth in lust, her hips moving on top of his.

The werewolf alpha bitch lapped at his wound as it healed and began sprouting red fur, sneering in depraved joy at the sight of the venom spreading through his veins. She could feel it creeping through him as she ground her pussy against the dwarf's crotch, the tip of his cock sinking deeper into her, her hips moving with a feral lust.

Luthriel's claws raked across his chest as she fucked him, drawing thin lines of blood as her claws lightly raked against his flesh, his cock pulsed and spewed preseed within her as he gritted his teeth, his body struggling against the growing desire and heat that burned within his loins as her wolf cunt worked him. He growled and struggled to free his wrists as his muscles bulged and flexed, his balls throbbing and churning as they grew larger thick with pubic fur as his skin began to tingle all over. The scent of the wolf was overpowering as he fought to keep his wits, sending him the clear signal that a bitch in heat was right before him. The alpha. He shuddered and tried to shake the thoughts from his head.

"You... will... never... win," Logrun said, his voice shaking as the venom coursed through his veins and he began to feel the fire of the transformation burning hotter through his body as if responding to his fury and refusal. The wolf woman's body was on fire as well as her fur stood on end. She was getting closer and closer to orgasm, the heat of the dwarf's body driving her lust.

She laughed and bounced her hips, the wet sound of his growing cock pumping in her slick pussy echoing in his ears. The sounds of the other two werewolves rutting with the men as they moaned and growled. Their eyes gleamed with the feral intensity that was burning in Luthriel's as they continued to force themselves upon their now willing captives. Their bodies were radiating lupine heat and pheromones, furry skin damp with sweat as they locked into the tight holes they were violating.

Logrun gritted his teeth, growling as the werewolf woman rode him. He could feel his muscles swelling as his skin tingled, the heat of the transformation growing in his chest, his cock throbbing inside the werewolf's wet depths, the venom coursing through his blood as he groaned. The dwarf could feel his skin itching as fur began to grow in, the venom in his veins transforming his body.

"Give it up, dwarf! You can't win... grr... your cock feels so good. You can feel my pussy clenching you, milking you, can't you?" Luthriel said, her voice husky as her claws dug into his shoulders, his infected blood sliding onto the grass beneath them as the wounds healed a moment later, "I'm going to make you a beast like me… Wreathed in fur and darkness. You'll be my mate, enforce my will in the pack, and rut me day and night until I’m full of dark pups! " She snarled in victory, as she felt him instinctively thrust up into her, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. He could feel his cock swelling, his balls tightening, as he groaned and growled.

His body was betraying him. The wolf was right. He could feel his cock aching inside of her, the scent of the beast, her pussy, and her musk were searing his senses. It felt good. Deliciously so as the corruption mined to the core of his being and spread like wildfire. His eyes snapped open to reveal fiery orbs as he tried to fight the wolven instincts rearranging his mind and his loyalties.

He roared and thrashed beneath the wolf as his body began to transform earnestly. His muscles swelled even larger and his bones began to crack, his skin itching incessantly as the fur thoroughly coat his already hairy broad body. The venom in his blood seared through his body as his pecs, abs and thighs bulged with definition and chords of strength while his fuzzy skin thickened and discolored. Logrun gasped through slobbery fangs, as felt his cock pulsing in the confines of the wolf woman's sex as her wet depths milked and gripped his shaft, beckoning for his seed.

His body burned with heat and desire as the werewolf woman rode him. He groaned as his cock swelled deeper within her, the angry head spilling a river of tainted pre in her depths as her furry sex clenched him tighter and her hips moved with a primal lust. The dwarf's mutating hands gripped the wolf's hips as he thrust freely. The dwarf felt a snarl rise in his throat as the fire of his transformation grew within his chest, his muscles and skin itching with hot fur.

Luthriel sneered as she rutted the transforming dwarf, his body slowly turning more bestial by the second his mind was inundated with dark feral lust. She could smell his fear melting into savage desire. It smelled delicious, his scent was strong and masculine, and she could smell the growing beast simmering beneath. The two men had transformed and had joined their wolf brethren in twisted servitude, relishing their new forms and indoctrination into the Wolves of Sauron. Their muzzles were slick with drool as they panted and howled, eagerly accepting the bestial loads of their packmates.

Logrun snarled as he continued his devolution into a lycanthrope in Luthriel's pack to serve Sauron. The Dark Lord's will and his alpha's influence poisoning his thoughts with every shift further into beasthood. Luthriel could taste the energy in the air charged by his dark transformation.

The four male wolves panted and snarled with wild pleasure. The four of them rutted around their alpha and her mate, their cocks pumping with lust. Their eyes glowed as the scent of the werewolf musk and sweat hung heavy in the air.

Luthriel snarled and growled as she rutted out the rest of Logrun's purity. His back popped over his expanding muscles with a gargling shout, thick fur lining his spine bunched up around his firm hairy ass, wet cracks filling his pointed ears as his tail grew to furry prominence, feet tore through his boots to extend into wide paws tipped with sharp black claws that dug into the earth. Her tongue rolled over his hairy pecs as his beard and body hair fully extended into thick dark brown fur stretched over his muscular growing frame. His face jutted forward as his fangs settled into place behind his drooling dark lips. Logrun snarled and howled as the wolf woman fucked his cock, his furry balls slapping against her ass.

She growled and panted, her pussy squeezing and milking the dwarf's cock as she fucked him into her pack. She could feel the wolf's blood burning through his veins, and it made her ravenous pussy grip and pull at his growing shaft more as it mutated into a more pointed canid shape within her wet leathery folds. He huffed and drooled as his nuts expanded larger with dark lycan seed, fingers popping into massive clawed paws as he gripped the she-wolf alpha and thrust into her more aggressively, almost mindless. Mind subsumed by feral rut, he lost his last light of purity in his eyes as his balls pulled up and surged. Luthriel could feel it as his cock tensed inside her.

"Yes! Give in to the beast. Howl and join my pack for all eternity!" roared Lutriel. "Join your pack mates and submit to our master!"

"GRAAAAAHHHRRRRRR!!!" howled Logrun as the lycan instincts and dark will seized him completely in orgasm. The werewolf's cock erupted in a fountain of seed inside her. His thick spurts of dark lycanthrope seed filled her with hot, heavy spurts. She howled as her cunt gripped his throbbing member. Her eyes rolled up as she felt his hot seed fill her womb, and his furry balls pulsed and spasmed, pumping her full. The alpha werewolf howled in ecstasy as she rode her newest pack member and future mate. Her body was aflame with the heat of the rut, the wolf blood within her burning hotter as it mixed with his. Her claws raked across his hairy chest and down his sides as her tongue lolled from her mouth.

Her claws dug into his chest, no longer piercing his thickened skin as she howled and panted, the thick spunk of her mate filling her as she rutted every last drop from him. The dwarf's transformation was complete, his eyes now burning with the same dark fire as her own. His cock was throbbing and pulsing within her, his furry nuts spewing and spasming as he filled her with his pent up seed. He was her pack mate now, her mate, her lover. The two werewolves' bodies shook with ecstasy and lust of their mating climax, Luthriel’s pussy momentarily satiated. She panted and licked her lips as her furry tits bounced with her thrusting hips as they ground out their musky juices together. The four other werewolves howled and growled in approval at their alpha finding a proper mate.

Their new pack member fucked their alpha savagely as she desired for a few moments longer, his cock ensuring she received all of his feral bounty before the separated. They were panting as their bodies burned with the fire of corruption, the heat of the werewolf's blood aflame within their veins, eager to grow the pack and claim total victory for their Dark Lord.

Where three werewolves had attacked a lone hobbit woman, now six stood ready to continue the hunt for more preymates and conquest. Lutriel licked her chops as she thought of more cum and cock she could feast on until she could celebrate her victory with her stout wall of werewolf muscle that was her new mate. Too caught up in the throes of lustful conquest to consider the hobbit woman that had escaped her clutches.

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Rosie kept running, doing her best to not look back. Despite thinking she might find some actual safety, it seemed all of Hobbiton and possibly the entire Shire was under attack. Even before she saw anything she could hear the screams, moans, and wild monstrous calls of conquest in the distance all around her as more took to the streets to see what was going on as no alarms had been rung. She kept to the inconspicuous routes to get back to home in hopes to avoid the growing chaos, but she was still a ways off.

"Oi little hobbit? Where ya goin'?" called a crude scratchy voice. She froze, instinctively shrinking in fear. Of course it wouldn't be so easy.

"N-n-no! Please!" said another voice. Rosie crouched down and looked to the side, seeing another hobbitess like her in the arms of an orc as she struggled to escape.

"Ohhh... yes!" he growled in pleasure. Rosie could see the orc was pressing his face against her, rubbing his rough green skin against her. She watched in horror and confusion as the hobbit's body was being forced to conform to the orc's, the creature's muscled arms wrapped around the struggling hobbit. She watched as the creature's dark hand ran down her body, touching her in all sorts of ways, groping at her breasts, her belly, her hips. The orc was pushing her into him, pressing her against him. His tongue ran over the hobbitess' face, her chest, and her belly, as the green monster savored her scent and the taste of her flesh.

Rosie watched as the orc's hand moved down between the struggling woman's legs. She couldn't believe her eyes, her mind refusing to register the horror she saw. The creature's dark leathery fingers, heavily smeared with goblin moss, moved up between her thighs, groping at the hobbitess's crotch, rubbing her through the fabric of her clothing and smudging the cursed moss all over her dress.

Rosie heard the orc groan as he pressed the hobbitess against his chest, and then she heard the woman gasp and moan, the creature's hand working at the front of her dress, pulling the material aside as his other moss-slicked hand went up under her skirt. Rosie's eyes were glued to the sight of the creature's hand, her mouth wide and her heart racing, her stomach churning. She wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn't work, the only sounds coming from her mouth were her rapid, terrified breathing.

The hobbit's struggles slowly died out, as she stopped fighting back, the orc's hands continuing to explore her body, groping and fondling her breasts, and rubbing his thick fingers over her lightly-haired crotch before they plunged into her delicate folds., using the wet goblin moss as lube.

"Oh... Oh..." Rosie heard her moan as her eyes widened.

The hobbitess began to squirm, her hips moving and her body shifting in his grip. Her head rolled back against the orc's shoulder, and he began to suck on the soft, pale flesh of her neck as he lifted her into the air, fingering her like a sock puppet. The orc's tongue slithered out of his mouth, tasting her skin. Rosie watched in disbelief as the hobbit's eyes glazed over as she gave up her resistance, the woman's hips bucking against the invading digits. She could smell the stench of the orc even from her distance hiding behind the corner of a small house, his musk and his filth still repulsive. Let alone his body. No hobbit would want this. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She watched as the orc molested her into corrupted, if not eager, compliance.

Her stomach twisted, and her head swam. The hobbit's hips were bucking more and more frantically, as the creature's hand worked at her, the fingers plunging into her wet pussy and squishing the slimy spore against her sensitive walls. Rosie's body shook, and she felt a surge of revulsion. Her hands went to her face, as the hobbit moaned and squirmed.

"Aahhhhhh... oh..." the hobbitess gasped and moaned, splotches of green appearing on her skin as it grew leathery. Her folds expanded and darkened as the green skin slowly spread out as her pussy plumped and gushed increasing sticky fluids over the orcs fingers, mixing in with the slick moss as her body contorted. Rosie couldn't believe what she was watching. She watched the hobbit moaning, and gasping, her eyes glazed over and her mouth hanging open as she panted and moaned, the orc's hand moving faster, and faster. Rosie felt the urge to vomit rise, as she felt her own pussy begin to moisten, the scent of the orc and the moss becoming almost overpowering, a sickening mixture of desire and disgust that made her stomach twist.

She couldn't look away as the orc suddenly stopped fingering the changing hobbit woman. He growled out a jagged smile in her face, her eyes fluttering up her heaving face as he held her suspended in the air.

"Yesss..." he growled as he quickly tore the clothes off of her as her body continued its corruption. Her breasts became wobbly green orbs with perky dark nipples that were leaking milk, her legs and arms lengthening as she grew a few inches taller, skin turning leathery green and growing a bit of contaminated moss and light hairs on her thighs, armpits, feet, and forearms, feet becoming gnarled as the nails sharpened into yellow claws. Her belly and butt had filled out in the best of ways, giving her a plump round ass that jiggled as he moved her and thick juicy thighs, her green waist remaining tight as her plump goblin pussy exhaled, the lips thick and puffy and the folds slick and gushing wet air with slimy spores and pre. A stench wafted over to Rosie, smelling of rank musk that hit the roof of her mouth, making her eyes widen and a shudder go through her spine. Her pussy moistened despite the tight feeling of dread in her stomach. Could Sam even reach her with everything in such devilish chaos?

A cackling moan brought Rosie out of her own mind as her eyes refocused on the corrupted coupling. The more goblin than hobbit woman smiled with half rolled up eyes as she was slowly impaled on the orc's leathery green cock. Her face crunched and swelled as Sauron's influence through the orc uglied her. Teeth sharpened into small daggers with a short pair of tusks. She moaned and giggled as her voice warped, ears lengthening into long bowing green appendages sticking out the sides of her head as her brow permanently curled into a sneer. The orc quickly was thrusting as she held her fat hip and leg in each of his hands. Her clawed feet writhed in his grip as her toes curled, soles dripping foul slimy moss as she was indoctrinated with dark ecstasy. It wasn't long before he came, filling her reforged goblin womb with his rank orc seed and pushing her deeper into Sauron's hold. Her sneering brow bulged with brutish orcish influence as her tusks thickened, pushing her sharp teeth into disarray. As she was impregnated by the orc she screeched in orgasm, pussy squelching over his cock and bathing it in corrupted she-goblin nectar.

Rosie could witness it no longer and quickly took back to running. Her hope of escaping was still firm. She needed to get home and possibly if fate would smile on her, find Sam.

---

Thira had taken to plundering through the town in search to swell her ranks and stake claim to the best of the Shire, all in Sauron's name of course. She rode her warg as her four hobgoblins guard lumbered around her. The four former hobbits, Frodo and Sam, Merry and Pippin, stood larger than most orcs, their rough swamp-dirt green skin salty with sweat and old cum. They stopped in the town square as pandemonium spread.

"Merry... Pippin... Go. Pillage an' fuck. Batter their fighters and fuck tha strongest into more Akash-hai for me! Find release! Spread tha curse an' bring Sauron glory in my name!"

Merry and Pippin nodded in obedience and roared. They marched into battle as they tore and smashed their way into the fray, quickly grabbing the first smallfolk they could find and using them as a cum rag.

"And you two... I have other plans for ye. Yer gonna help yer Goblin Witch Queen claim tha biggest an' best of this whole shitstain town."

"Whatever you desire," they said in unison. Their loyalty was absolute. They lived to serve their witch queen and master. They were bound to Thira by her will and their cocks, which were now permanently in the throes of arousal and leaked precum and thick musky hobgoblin cock paste from their foreskins, their balls perpetually full of the dark seed that would make any hobbit that was impregnated by them give birth to another hobgoblin. They could feel their bodies growing in strength as their large soles were smeared with the grungy moss underfoot, and the urges it burned in them, to serve, to fuck, lick yummy toes, and to spread the corruption of the dark lord.

Thira smirked in wicked approval, her eyes glowing with power, and her pussy quivering in her saddle with anticipation as she eyed the town's largest building, "That's it! That'll be my palace."

"You!" she said, indicating the brutish hobgoblin that was Sam with her gnarled finger, "Search round near an' find me some slogs ta start workin' on it when I'm done takin' it for meself. Git off on tha rabble if ya like, but don't bring me back any swine. I want good goblin stock!"

"Yes, mistress," Sam said in his deep, gravelly, lust-laden voice.

"And you," she said, looking to Frodo, who was standing on her left, his large cock pulsating between his legs as it leaked his musky seed, "Yer gonna stay close. Keep yer queen safe an' all that. I can't have me pet gettin' too far. You'd miss mommy Thira's feetsies wouldn't ya, dummy?" She teased.

Frodo blushed if that were possible in his current state, his face burning hot with the desire for Thira to force him into more foot worship, his cock throbbing as a dollop of cum beaded at the thought, "Rather die..." he growled, "than let anythin' happen ta mistress."

"Good," Thira said with a smile. She rode into town, and her two guards followed on either side, their massive cocks throbbing, and their bodies dripping with sweat and their musky seed, as Sam started to wander about to look for some potential goblins to bring back. The two hobgoblins were still at Thira's beck and call, and she was pleased with their loyalty, for the time being at least.

Thira's warg padded through the town square, its large paws padding against the cobblestones, as she surveyed her surroundings. Her large goblin breasts swayed as she rode, her pussy soaking into the back of the warg she rode. Frodo, eager to please his queen, began pounding at the door to the large structure that was the former Mayor of Hobbiton's official chambers. The doors cracked and splintered under his bulk from a single slam. It wouldn't take, but another to breach them. Just as the foot crazed hobgoblin was rearing back to smash into it again an arrow pierced shallowly into his tough leather shoulder.

"Ow! Tha' it!" Frodo growled as his rage spiked, eyes flaring. He quickly darted out of the way and looked at a window on the second level of the structure, seeing an older hobbit lad holding a short bow and reaching for another arrow, before drawing a bead on the goblin brute. He had the look of a Shire Guard as he fired off another shot, the bolt glancing off of Frodo's thick-hided chest and falling to the ground, but not before leaving a shallow gash of swamp black blood in its wake just over the scar he received from the Witch King before his corruption.

Thira laughed and cheered, "Get 'em! He'd make a fine Akash-hai!"

The bleeding wound healed and quickly reacted with the remnants of the lich's poison dormant in the scar. A black tattoo spread over his left shoulder and pec signaling Goblin Queen's banner in Sauron's army, further expanding the corruption inside him.

"RAAAAAHHH!!" Frodo roared as he ran up to the wall and began scaling the structure, thick fingers digging deep into the material like a pick. The hobbit gasped in shock as he made his way to him, quickly pulling a knife and slicing at the brute to no avail. Frodo pulled him out the window and began to fall, landing in the courtyard next to his attacker. The male screamed in fear and pain, and Frodo growled and roared at him.

"Gotch'ya!" he said, "Yer mine!"

The hobgoblin that Frodo was now, eagerly gripped the hobbit's small head in his large hands. A passing thought to crush the little whelp for daring to injure him, but queen's orders and all... He smacked the Hobbit's face with his cock before forcing it into his mouth and basting the tip with the wet opening until he unloaded down his gullet before kicking him down to Thira's feet as she marked him with her foot as one of her loyal soldiers. The mark burned a sick green on his face and spread through his veins.

She leaned down and pulled the hobbit's pants off with her claws, his face contorting as it greened and became more orcish, and his eyes widened. His body was shifting, and the dark seed he had consumed began to transform him. His cock thickened and grew, the foreskin thickening, his scrotum bulging, his pubic hair darkening and becoming more coarse, his body becoming more muscular, his eyes turning yellow, his nose and brow becoming thick, and his ears becoming longer and more pointed, and his voice turning deep and raspy.

"Yessss..." Frodo hissed as he watched the male change into a hobgoblin like himself, his body changing, growing, his muscles becoming more pronounced. He watched the male grow larger and thicker, the male's muscles becoming more defined and bulky, his skin becoming thicker and tougher, and his hair becoming more coarse, "Yes! More Akash-hai!"

It wasn't long before Thira had another hobgoblin added to her ranks. The reborn creature looked up dully as he rose from the ground over 6 feet.

"Hey ya slog. Make yerself useful and 'elp Frodo open tha door fer me!" she said with a flick of her foot. The new hobgoblin nodded, his eyes glowing with lust and his body thick with muscle. He was now a loyal servant of the Goblin Witch Queen, his mind corrupted and his body twisted into a brutish form. The newly made brute walked up to the large doors of the Mayor's home with Frodo. With a single synchronized kick, the doors crashed open.

"Perfect!" Thira said as she rode her warg inside, her eyes glowing with excitement, "Now to make it fit for a queen..."

Frodo and the other hobgoblin followed her inside, their massive cocks throbbing and their bodies dripping with sweat and musk, as they began to clear the way for their mistress. The interior of the Mayor's house was richly decorated, filled with fine furniture and tapestries, a testament to the comfortable life of the Shire's leadership. Thira sneered in disgust, her upper lip curling over her tusks as she took in the scene. "Too much wood and clean things. Needs more moss, more slime, more holes to fuck."

She dismounted her warg, her bare, warty feet leaving damp prints on the polished wooden floor. The air grew thick with her foot musk, a swampy, cheesy odor that immediately began to sour the scent of lavender beeswax in the air. "Frodo! Rip down those tapestries! Shit on the carpets! Make this place smell like a proper goblin throne room!"

Frodo complied with a grunt, his massive hands tearing down a beautifully embroidered depiction of the Green Dragon Inn. With a guttural laugh, he squatted over a fine wool rug and let out a stream of thick, steaming goblin shit, splattering the floral patterns. The stench was immediate and overpowering, a wave of filth that made Thira grin and her cunt drool.

Meanwhile, the new hobgoblin grabbed a heavy mahogany desk and, with a roar, flipped it over to reveal a shrieking mayor and his wife cowering underneath.

"Please! Spare us! We'll give you anything! Gold, food!" the mayor, a stout Hobbit named Will Whitfoot, pleaded, his face pale with terror.

Thira sauntered over, her hips swaying. "Oh, I'll be takin' everything, little Whitfoot," she sneered, wiggling her foul toes. "But gold's no use to me. I want more... personal tribute."

She kicked Will's wife, a plump hobbit named Mary, formerly of the Proudfeet family, onto her back.

Frodo responded with a brutal laugh, his massive, clawed hands grabbing the portly Mayor Will Whitfoot. He hoisted the whimpering hobbit into the air as if he were a child's doll, his powerful muscles bunching. With a single, violent motion, he tore the fine velvet trousers from Will's body, revealing his trembling, pale legs and his small, flaccid cock, which was quickly shrinking in terror.

"Please! I beg of you!" Will shrieked.

Thira ignored him, her attention fixed on his wife. With a cruel, musical laugh, she pointed a long, gnarled finger at Mary Proudfeet's left foot. A glint of golden light shot from her fingertip, and a heavy, ornate ring, forged in the fires of Barad-dur, materialized in the air. It shimmered for a moment before flying through the air and clamping down with an audible click around Mary's big toe.

Mary yelped, more from surprise than pain. But then, a searing, white-hot energy shot up her leg. It wasn't pain; it was pleasure so intense it was agonizing. A low moan escaped her lips as her back arched off the floor. Every nerve ending in her body screamed, but they screamed with a single, overwhelming demand. Feet.

Meanwhile, Frodo had slammed Will onto the overturned desk, scattering papers and inkwells. The hobgoblin's colossal, warty cock, already slick with its own foul precum, slapped against Will's buttocks.

"Dis is whut happens ta mayors who don't pay tribute," Frodo grunted, his voice as warped as his mind and body. He positioned his monstrous shaft and, with a single, powerful thrust, buried it to the hilt in the mayor's ass. Will's scream of pain was muffled as Thira laughed wickedly, and stomped one of her massive warty feet onto his face. The scent was a physical blow as much of as the foot itself, a thick, cheesy, swampy musk that burned in his nostrils and made his eyes water.

"Lick it, little Whitfoot," she commanded, grinding her slimy sole into his mouth. "Taste the power that rules ya now. Taste yer new god."

As the mayor was violated from both ends, his wife was lost in her own private hell of ecstasy. She watched, helpless, as Frodo's massive cock pumped in and out of her husband, his grunts and Will's pained sobs filling the room. But she couldn't focus on that. Her entire world had shrunk to the burning sensation in her toe and the sight of Thira's other foot propped up on the desk, its gnarled toes wiggling with cruel delight. The ring on her own toe throbbed in time with her racing heart, sending waves of mind-numbing arousal through her. An unbearable itch started deep inside her, a craving so profound it felt like a physical hunger. Her skin grew slick with a clammy sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She couldn't help herself. With a desperate sob and a twitching eye, she lifted her own foot to her mouth. Her tongue, suddenly feeling thick and warty, darted out to lick the cursed ring. The taste was metallic, like old coins and swamp mud, and it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. She sucked on her own big toe, her eyes rolling back in her head as the corrupted magic flooded her system. She could feel the bones in her foot cracking and reshaping, her skin stretching and turning a leathery, pale green. Her toes elongated, the nails yellowing and thickening into claws. A large, bulbous bunion swelled painfully, ecstatically, on the side of her foot. It was happening. She was becoming one of them. Feet like them. Feet like her’s…

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a choked whisper. "Please... your feet... I need... I need..." The words were incoherent, a jumble of desperate desire. She stared at Thira's other foot, the one not grinding into her husband's face, with a terrifying hunger. The sight of it, coupled with the image of Frodo's thick, veiny, green cock pistoning into her husband, was too much. She was writhing on the floor, her body a live wire of corrupted lust.

Thira watched her, a look of pure, sadistic bliss on her face. The sight of the hobbit's descent, the smell of her fear and arousal, the sounds of her husband's violation, it all coalesced into a perfect symphony of debauchery. The Goblin Queen threw her head back and cried out, her body shuddering as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Rancid, yellowish goblin milk squirted from her pierced nipples, staining her minimal attire as she convulsed, she pointed again.

A second golden ring appeared, this one flying with unerring accuracy to Mary's other big toe. It clamped down, sealing her fate. The final barrier of her mind shattered. A fresh, even more potent wave of vile pleasure washed over her, and her other foot began its rapid, grotesque transformation. Skin stretching, bones popping, bunions swelling. The feet her family prided themselves in ignited, hobbit lineage corrupted as she watched the feet she loved to flaunt grow even hairier and enlarged. Joints swelling and popping as her new goblin stompers smacked wetly on the floor with her convulsions. The sensation of both feet now being cursed, both now burning with the need to serve and be serviced as her soul was chained to the Goblin Queen's cursed foot fetish, sent her into a screaming, mind-breaking orgasm.

She came, wailing a sound of total surrender. The orgasm was so violent it left her limp, but the hunger remained. It was all that was left. With a guttural groan, she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her newly formed goblin feet slapping wetly against the floor. She crawled, not to her husband, but to her new mistress. Her head was bowed, her tongue lolling out, her eyes wide and glassy, yet worshipful.

Frodo roared, his massive balls clenching as he emptied himself into Willem's bowels. Thick, viscous orc seed flooded the mayor's insides, forcing a final, choked cry from him. As the hobgoblin pulled his still-dripping cock free, a torrent of cum splattered onto the polished wooden floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Mary scurried forward, her long, warty tongue slurping up the foul mixture of mutant goblin cum and the goblin seed that had just violated her husband. She licked the floor clean, her eyes never leaving Thira's feet.

"Please, my Queen," she begged, her voice now a ragged, pathetic whine. "Let me... let me taste them... Your feet... I beg of you..."

Thira grinned, a cruel, beautiful sight. She lifted her slimy, warty foot and brought it down, not on Mary's mouth, but on her chest. She pressed down hard, grinding her sole into the hobbit's soft flesh, leaving a perfect, mucky green footprint right between her breasts. "A mark of yer new station, breeder," she hissed as a darker green footprint was branded onto the corrupted hobbit woman’s belly.

Then, with practiced cruelty, she moved her foot down, positioning the largest, most calloused part of her bunion right over Mary's clit. The rough skin ground against the sensitive nub, and Mary shrieked, her hips bucking uncontrollably. Thira laughed, a wet, hacking sound. She pressed harder, grinding her big toe against the soaking folds of Mary's cunt, smearing her own foot-sweat and the slimy moss from the sole into the woman's most intimate place.

"Ya want a taste of this, do ya?" Thira purred, pulling her toe back. It was coated in Mary's slick juices and her own foul filth. She held it up, just inches from Mary's panting mouth. "Beg for it. Show me how much ya need it." Then she plunged the big toe into the woman's folds, the warty knuckle of her bunion grinding against her clit while the tip of her toe pumped in and out of her entrance. Her future breeding bitch and foot lackey spasmed as she came again.

Mary could only moan and nod, her tongue flicking out uselessly. "Please, Mistress... please… I’m just a dirty foot slut. Your foot slut! Please let me service… Service your toes!"

"Good enough," Thira grunted, before pulling out her thick toes from Mary’s soppy befouled cunt. The lips were dark green almost black as the clit swelled into a greyish green knuckle of cunt flesh at the crest of her swelling dark folds that dripped corrupted juices. Thira snickered and pulled her dark leaky nipple as she pressed her large sole into Mary’s face. Mary’s eyes pricked as she eagerly began lapping at the Goblin Queen’s sweaty moss-slicked feet. Her tongue slid over the foot, lengthening as her lips swelled and turned a dark slimy green. The goblin moss and rank foot sweat spread all over the inside of her mouth and down her throat, her breath permanently staining with Thira’s foot stench. The corrupted grime soaked into her gums staining them grey as her teeth yellowed and sharpened into mini daggers, salivary glands overacting as drool began to pool in her mutating maw.

The rings glowed on Mary’s gnarled toes, rewarding her depravity and submission with their cursed dark magics. Her feet bulged and grew hairier. Tendons and bone popped and extended her rancid goblin feet out another inch, toes curling as her fresh goblin pushy gushed. The green from her feet, cunt, and lips had begun to spread, poisoning her skin-tone with the color of spoiled legumes and the weathered texture of leather. Mary licked and sniffed eagerly at her queen’s foot, her nostrils flaring as the bridge tightened, each sniff scrunching up her nose as the stench poisoned her mind. Her green nostrils snorted up the stink as she gasped and giggled madly, her new goblin nose giving her so much information and pleasure as it inhaled the foot musk of the best of her kind.

A weak thought whispered that she was a hobbit, not a goblin, but that thought was crushed as Thira took her other foot from the mutated mayor’s face, who drooled mindlessly and pressed it against Mary’s face to join her other foot. Mary’s brain buckled and belched out the last of her inner turmoil as both feet smeared their influence on her. Her body convulsed with orgasm as a river spilled from her gobbed up cunt. Her ears popped and cracked out, the points sharpening as they extended outward like short bows, green and fleshy like a proper goblin’s. Her brow bulged and knotted together thickly, twisting her former beauty into a sneer as her brain burned with Sauron influence and evil. Short tusks push up from under her drooling lips, as warts ugly her face further. The face of a goblin wench. She opened her eyes to reveal the beady sharp flaming blades that were her eyes surrounded by polluted whites.

With another snicker Thira pulled her large feet from the new gobliness’s ugly face. The corrupted eyes scanned around before Thira plugged her toes into the changing woman’s mutated ears. The large toe on each of her feet nudged into the canals spreading more the hexed moss. The foul flora spread into the dark cavern of her cranium, founding her brain and spreading over it with thick spores to ensure she’d never not crave goblin feet again. Mary’s eyes rolled as she orgasmed again, her voice turning raspy as the infection spread over her body.

Mary’s body had been a bit plumper in life, but now her belly was sagging, hanging in a large fold as her breasts swelled and stretched, the nipples turning black and starting to drip yellow goblin milk. They grew round and full like the goblin witch queen’s own, but not quite as massive. Dark veins pulsed under the flesh of her bust as warts and blemishes spread over her skin. Fingers popped and swelled, thick yellowed claws curling from her nails as her spine cracked and extended. The rings glowed and burned around her toes as her bunion enlarged and her sweaty goblin feet along with her spine grew another two inches. Fat and lean muscle packed under her green skin, slick sweaty moss beginning to build up on the bottoms of her own soles as Thira's feet pushed out the hobbit and left a goblin in her place.

"Oh you're looking much better. Much better. A wench to serve me and be a breeder for my hobgoblins... Yes..." cackled Thira as she pointed at Mary's face and another ring manifested in the air before flying over to clamp onto Mary's septum. Forever chained to the goblin queen much like the others, Mary drooled and slobbered thoughts turned rancid with Thira's deviance.

She turned her attention to the grunting, swelling form of the mayor, who was now finishing his changes from being filled with hobgoblin cum. His skin was turning a pale green, his body swelling with muscle, his cock, still dripping with Frodo's seed, was thickening and growing to a respectable, warty hobgoblin size. "You! Whitfoot! Yer still Mayor of this town... my town. Lay claim to yer wife. Make her a proper hobgob breeder wench for me. She's a new breed of Proudfeet! Heeheeheeheh!"

The newly-changed hobgoblin, his mind now clouded with the same brutish lust as his wife, turned to her. His eyes, now burning with a red light, fixed on her dripping cunt. He grabbed her, his grip powerful and uncaring, and with a guttural roar, he forced his newly-enhanced, aching warty cock into her. Mary screamed, but it was a scream of pure, adulterated pleasure as she received his hobgoblin mutation in tandem with the goblin curse that consumed her up from her feet.

Thira watched the display, a wide grin spreading across her face. She turned to Frodo, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Good. Now, we have a mayor and his wife... a proper foundation for my new court."

The two fucked savagly, the monstrous Will now holding the relatively small goblin woman in the air against his crotch and slamming into her, pushing her corruption further as Akash-hai lineage polluted her goblin blood with its brutish influence. He moans dropped down an octave as her muscles began writhing and bulging under her skin, tits enlarging further as they gushed with the mutating corruption being shared with her. He roared in her ear, his cock spitting his seed and her body's corruption as she continued her own transformation.

Thira watched the two fucked in a frenzy. She could see the changes that were taking over the newly-changed female goblin. The woman was growing larger, her body thickening, and her limbs elongating. The green hue of her skin was turning darker, more sinister, and the muscles beneath her skin rippled with newfound strength. The hobbit-turned-goblin grew into something more. Her skin darkened further into a pale green with a hint of blue, and her eyes turned a bright orange. Her muscles rippled, becoming even thicker, and her breasts ballooned even more, each tit growing bigger than the head of her former husband. The hobgob that was her husband came inside of her, his seed corrupting and making her cunt swell in sync with her growth. The woman's body continued to expand until her head reached the ceiling, her body filling out to match the size of an Akash-hai. Thira grinned as she saw the hobgoblin woman's pussy gape and squirt the excess of seed she couldn't contain.

The two new hobgoblins writhed on the floor, their large bodies slick with sweat and other fluids as they rutted like animals. Their moans and grunts filled the air, a praise to the power of the Goblin Queen. Their new forms were fully enmeshed to the corrupting influence of Sauron, their minds now shattered and remade in his image.

"Looks like we're getting another brute! Heh-heh!" she chuckled, watching as the newly changed female akash-hai shook her head and let out a heavy growl, the pain and pleasure of the transformation overwhelming her.

Thira could sense the power in this new creation. She could feel the dark energies swirling within the voluptuously brutish female, and she knew that this new brute would be a valuable asset to her army. The goblin queen stepped closer, admiring her handiwork. She had a prime breeder for her personal army.

The room was a mess of filth and lust, a perfect reflection of the new order Thira was imposing upon the Shire. The walls were stained with orcish refuse, the floor was slick with goblin slime and cum, and the air was thick with the musk of rutting beasts. It was a scene of pure debauchery, a celebration of corruption and depravity.

Thira stood in the center of it all, her body a vessel of dark power, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had claimed the mayor's house for herself, and now she would claim the entire Shire. With her loyal hobgoblin guards at her side, she would spread her influence, her curse, and her insatiable lust across the land. The Shire would never be the same. It would be a realm of goblins, a kingdom of filth, a monument to the power of the Dark Lord.

---

Rosie had done her best to get closer to home. She'd followed the creek, mostly avoiding the weird musky moss spreading over the land around it as much as she could manage. She ignored the screams in the distance, the roars of conquest. That is until she reached the well and heard two roaring voices much closer than any others and the sounds of men yelling. She crouched by the moss covered well, The tainted creek water having overflown the reservoir and leaving it all manner of corruption to flourish inside.

"Merry found some squishy slogs to recruit. Don't run!"

"Not just Merry's. Pippin get squishy to make strong Akash!" another voice bellowed.

Peeking over the edge of the stone well, she saw two towering hulks of green muscle, far larger than any orc she'd seen yet. They were the hobgoblins Merry and Pippin, their faces brutish snouts, their bodies corded with thick muscle and covered in coarse, dark hair. They were toying with a small group of human refugees, a man and his brother, and an older woman, all backed against a stone wall. The two hobgoblins laughed, their deep, guttural voices booming. They were enjoying the fear they inspired.

"Grrr... little morsels... so soft... so warm..." Pippin growled, his massive, warty cock hanging between his legs, already leaking a stream of thick, yellow pre-cum. He smacked it against his leg, the sound a wet slap in the tense air.

Merry, his own cock equally impressive and just as foul, grinned, his tusks jutting from his drooling lips. "We're gonna have some fun with you, slogs. Gonna make you big and strong... like us." He took a step forward, his huge, warty foot leaving a slimy print on the mossy ground.

Rosie watched in horror, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to do something, but what? She was just a hobbit, small and soft, and these were monsters, brutes of the Dark Lord. She was a sitting duck, her scent, the sweet, clean scent of an uncorrupted hobbit, a beacon in the growing stench of the Shire's corruption. She could smell them from her hiding spot. The thick pungent musk of their unwashed bodies, the sharp, cheesy odor of their feet, and overwhelming stench of their arousal.

Her own body betrayed her. A traitorous heat bloomed between her legs, a slickness that was both terrifying and undeniable. The sheer, overwhelming masculinity of them, the raw power, and perversity of the scene. It was a dark, twisted aphrodisiac. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the throbbing in her clit, the way her nipples tightened against the fabric of her dress. She was disgusted with herself, disgusted with the way her body reacted to such horror.

Pippin lunged, his long, powerful arms snatching the man from the group. The human struggled, his fists beating uselessly against the hobgoblin's rock-hard chest. Pippin just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made Rosie's teeth ache. He held the man aloft, his feet kicking futilely in the air.

"Look at this one," Pippin grunted, bringing the man closer to his face. He took a deep, snuffling breath, smelling the human's fear. "Smells good. Gonna smell even better once he's an Akash." He then threw the man to the ground and pinned him with a massive foot. The hobgoblin's warty sole pressed into the man's back, the slimy film on his skin soaking into the human's clothes.

Merry turned his attention to the other two. He licked his lips, his long, warty tongue tracing the edge of his tusks. "You two... you can watch. Watch your friend become one of us." He grabbed the older woman and the remaining man, forcing them to their knees a few feet away. "And then... it's your turn."

Rosie's breath hitched. This was her chance. While Merry was distracted, she could... could what? She looked around frantically, unaware of Eowyn's orcish cum slug slipping out the creek water, drawn by her purity and slithered its way under dress. Just as she eyed a rock to throw, the slug slipped up between her thighs into her precious folds, a trail of green slime in its wake on her thigh. She gasped, unsure of what had just happened. The semi-sentient orc seed, branded with Eowyn's orcish masculinity, found its way to her womb. Her hobbit form too meek to resist as it forced its way up one of her fallopian tubes and saturated it with orc seed. She felt the beginnings of a cramp as she watched Merry and Pippin fuck the new victims. Pippin pounded into one of the men as Merry, out of his dimwitted patience decided to breed the older woman, and claim a female proudly as if to enrage Pippin. And enrage it did.

The last man was forced to watch as his brother and mother were fucked savagely. Pippin roared at Merry getting the best of him as they orgasmed and pumped the man and woman with their mutated goblin seed. He seethed at Merry getting a female before him, taking his frustrations out on the man he was brutally fucking and flooding with cum. The ring burned under the head of his cock as if in response to his corrupted desires and as the man changed, muscles expanding and swelling, his waist tightened, hips expanding almost femininely as his cock bounced, flailing and flinging stained precum as his deep brutish moans rose in pitch. If Pippin couldn't have a female, a femininized hobgoblin would have to do.

Pippin's rage-fueled magic and his own seed did more than just transform him into an Akash-hai, the victim's ass swelled with fat as his chest ballooned with budding feminine warts for breasts and his hips swelled out, his ass growing wide and plump with hair as he finished into a curvy hobgoblin with a mind broken to Pippin's will.

"HeeHEEE!" shrieked Pippin with glee, "Look Merry! I made a pretty one!"

Merry grumbled as his new goblin bitch moaned under him, his hips still humping as he looked at the new femboy hobgoblin that Pippin made. He could see the new goblin's ass cheeks were wide and round, his cock barely larger than a human male's as his balls grew and expanded to fill his leathery warty sack taut. Merry licked his lips, his own cock throbbing at the sight of the new femmy goblin brute's body. He wanted to fuck it, to claim it, to make it his own.

"Ya want a taste?" Pippin snarled, his voice dripping with triumph. "Too bad! He's mine!" He pulled his cock out of the femmy goblin's ass with a wet pop, a stream of cum leaking from the puckered hole. He grabbed the hobgoblin by the hair and forced it to its knees, pressing its face into his slimy, warty foot. "Lick it, bitch. Lick me foot. Show em yer mine."

The newly mutated goblin, its mind shattered, its body corrupted, eagerly obeyed. Its long, warty tongue darted out, lapping at the filth on Pippin's foot, its eyes glazed with a mindless devotion. Pippin laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed in the tense air. "Good boy. Good boy. Yer gonna make a fine broodmale fer me."

Rosie's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched the scene unfold, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal. Her cunt was dripping, her panties soaked with her juices. The scent of the foul monsters her friends had been made her cramp harder. Nearly panting she tore herself away and ran just as Merry had his say.

"Merry gets a try! Still a squishy bit of man-filth left," he said turning his sharp eyes to the last man that had to suffer watching her brother and mother be fucked out of their humanity.

"Monsters! Stay back!" the man screamed before Merry pounced.

"Struggle good little man-filth. Ya gonna make for a nice broodmale for Merry!" the Akash-hai roared with delight.

---

Samwise Gamgee stomped through the chaos, a grin of brutish satisfaction on his warped face. He had his orders from Queen Thira to find more slogs to swell her ranks. The musk of the town's demise, a myriad of fear, sweat, blood, and the foul stench of active corruption, was intoxicating. His massive, warty cock throbbed against his thigh, a constant reminder of his purpose. He was a hunter, a breeder, a tool of the Dark Lord's will, and he reveled in it. His huge feet, permanently warped into sources of foul pleasure and power, squelched in the moss and filth, each step leaving a print of his dominion. The sensitive bunions on his feet tingled with every step, a low-grade arousal that kept his mind sharp and his body humming with dark energy.

He followed the scent of fresh, uncorrupted flesh, a beacon in the suffocating miasma of the Shire's fall. It led him to a small, detached cottage, its door hanging open. Inside, he heard whimpers and the sound of someone trying to be quiet. He chuckled, a low, wet sound. Fresh meat.

He ducked to enter, his massive frame filling the doorway. Inside, he found two young hobbit women huddled in a corner, their faces pale with terror. They were sisters, their resemblance obvious, their bodies soft and curvy. To his delight they were attempting to scrub off the foul cursed moss that had stained their hairy hobbit feet, clearly aware of its unnatural nature. He took a deep, snuffling breath, their fear washing over him, and his grin widened.

"Well now, what have we here?" he growled, his voice a gravelly rasp. "Two pretty little slogs, hidin' away. Don't ya know? There's no hidin' from the new masters of the Shire." He took a step forward, and the stench of his body, sweat, old cum, and the swampy musk of his feet filled the small room. The women recoiled, their noses wrinkling in disgust, but they were trapped.

He could see their attempts to clean their feet, the water in the basin already tinged a sickly green. It was too late for them. He could smell the curse already working its way into their systems, a faint, sour scent beneath their natural hobbit sweetness.

"Looks like you two are already gettin' acquainted with the Queen's gift," Sam rumbled, pointing a thick, clawed finger at their stained feet. "No use fightin' it. Best to just... enjoy it."

He reached down and grabbed his massive cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. The foreskin peeled back, revealing the warty, dripping head, and the thick, yellow smegma that had collected underneath. The smell was immediate and overwhelming.

One of the sisters, a slightly braver with fiery red hair, found her voice. "Get back! You... you monster! Leave me and my sister alone!" she cried, her voice trembling.

Sam just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made the cottage's windows rattle.

"That ain't a propa' welcome! Kiss da ring, ya lassie slogs!" he said, pulling his foreskin back further to reveal the corrupted ring under the head of his cock. Along with the stench, a radiating dark will echoed from hobgoblin's massive cock. The older sister froze, dropping the frying pan she'd been holding as her gaze was snatched up by the precious ring containing the disgustingly magnificent cock's arousal. Her sister seemed caught off guard by her sibling's sudden loss of fight and nearly gasped as the hobbit woman leaned forward to kiss the bulbous rancid tip before licking up its filth. As her mouth wrapped around Sam's cock, her eyes fluttered.

"You! Stop it! Get away from her!" screamed the younger sister as she looked on in horror and confusion.

Sam grabbed the older sister's hair, forcing her to take more of his cock down her throat. "Nah. She's got a good head on her shoulders. Knows a good... deal when she sees one," he said, his voice thick with pleasure as the woman's tongue lapped at his sensitive warty flesh. He looked at the younger sister, a cruel glint in his fiery eyes. "As for you... You're a little fighter, ain't ya? I like that. It makes the breaking more fun."

He grabbed her by the arm, his grip like iron. She struggled, her fists beating against his chest, but it was useless. He was a mountain of muscle and corruption, and she was just a soft, scared hobbit. He threw her onto a small bed, the frame groaning under the sudden weight. He towered over her, his massive cock throbbing, the head still plugged into her sister's mouth.

"Look at yer sister. Learn from her," he growled, gesturing to the other woman, who was now eagerly deepthroating his cock, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body already starting to show the first signs of the curse. Her skin was taking on a pale green tint, and her feet, still stained with the moss, were beginning to swell and warp, the nails yellowing and thickening into claws.

The younger sister watched, her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of terror and a twisted, unwanted fascination. She could see the pleasure on her sister's face, hear the guttural moans escaping her lips. She could smell the raw, animalistic musk of the hobgoblin, the scent of his arousal, the stench of his unwashed body. And, to her horror, she felt a traitorous heat bloom between her legs.

"No..." she whispered, but it was too late. Her body was betraying her, her cunt growing slick with desire. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the throbbing in her clit, the way her nipples tightened against the fabric of her dress.

Sam noticed. He always noticed. He laughed, a deep, wet sound. "See? Yer body knows what's good for ya. It knows what's comin'." He reached down and tore the front of her dress, revealing her soft, pale breasts, her hard, pink nipples. He took one in his massive hand, his rough, calloused skin a stark contrast to her soft flesh. He pinched her nipple, hard, and she cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Please..." she begged, her voice a choked whisper.

"Please what?" he growled, his other hand moving down her body, his thick fingers finding her slick folds. "Please stop? Or please... more?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed his cock from the mouth of the hobgoblin whore before she could finish changing and plunged it into the waiting cunt of her still-hobbit sister. The girl, her eyes wide with shock and terror, let out a strangled gasp as she felt the monstrous head of his cock breach her. The stretch was intense, a burning, tearing sensation that made her see stars. He was huge, a hot, thick invader, forcing her open, claiming her. His warty, slimy shaft slid deeper and deeper, each inch a new violation, a new step in her descent. The smell of him, of his cock, of his unwashed body, was overwhelming, a thick, cloying musk that filled her lungs and made her head swim. The yellow filth of his smeg, his goblin cock paste, smeared against her inner walls, a searing, corrupting heat that made her body convulse.

She could feel the corruption taking hold, a dark, insidious warmth that spread from her core, a fire that burned away her resistance, her fear, her very identity. Her body was no longer her own. It was a vessel for the curse, a playground for the monster. She bucked against him, her hips moving in a rhythm that was not her own, a primal, instinctual response to the brutal invasion.

He began to thrust, his movements powerful, deliberate, his massive cock pounding into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost pain. Her mind was a haze of sensation, a cacophony of conflicting emotions. She was being raped, violated, but her body was singing with a dark, joyous ecstasy. The cursed slime from his cock was working its magic, twisting her desires, remaking her in the image of her captor.

Her sister, now almost fully transformed into a hobgoblin, watched with a gleeful, vacant stare. Her skin was a pale, sickly green, her eyes burning with a red, lustful light. Her feet, now fully monstrous, warty and clawed, were planted firmly on the floor, her toes wiggling with a wicked glee. She had a new name now, a new purpose. She was a hobgoblin, a servant of the Dark Lord, a creature of pure, unadulterated lust. She stroked her own warty clit, her fingers slick with her juices, her body humming with the same dark energy that was consuming her sister.

"More... more..." she moaned, her voice a guttural, bestial growl.

Sam obliged. He roared, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph, and his hips bucked, his cock pistoning into the young hobbit with a furious intensity. He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles clenching, her body preparing for the final release. He could feel the curse taking hold, her skin turning a pale, sickly green, her muscles swelling, her bones cracking and reshaping. He could feel her mind shattering, her thoughts fragmenting, her identity dissolving into a sea of pure, animalistic desire.

With a final, brutal thrust, he emptied himself into her, his hot, thick seed flooding her womb, a tidal wave of corruption that sealed her fate. She screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, as the last vestiges of her hobbit self were washed away in a flood of goblin cum. Her body convulsed, her muscles spasming, as the final stages of her transformation took hold. Her skin turned a deep, warty green, her muscles swelled with new, brutish strength, her face warped into a bestial snout, her teeth sharpening into fangs, her eyes burning with a red, lustful light.

She was no longer a hobbit. She was a hobgoblin, a creature of the Dark Lord, a servant of Queen Thira. Her mind was a blank slate, ready to be filled with the dark, twisted desires of her new masters. She looked at Sam, her eyes burning with a newfound devotion, and she knew what she had to do.

She crawled off the bed, her new, warty feet slapping against the floor, and joined her sister. Together, they fell upon the massive, still-throbbing cock, their long, warty tongues lapping at the sensitive warty flesh, their mouths eager to please their new master. They were his, body and soul, their every thought, their every desire, focused on him, on his cock, on the pleasure he could give them.

Sam watched them, a look of brutal satisfaction on his face. He had done his duty. He had found two new slogs, two new hobgoblins for the Queen's army. He had broken them, remade them, and claimed them as his own.

He grabbed them by the hair, his grip firm, commanding, and he guided them, their tongues lapping, their mouths sucking, their bodies writhing in a symphony of debauched lust. It wasn't long before he roared, spraying their rough brutishly feminine faces with rank goblin seed that they eagerly lapped up.

"Go find da Queen. Need more to build," grumbled out Sam as he pulled his cock away and turned to leave the cottage, "Need ta find more squishy halflings. More Akash-hai..."

---

Rosie had almost made it home. She just needed some supplies if she couldn't hide. She wondered if the Mayor and his wife, Mary, had already escaped. Their home wasn't far from hers but she knew it was too risky to check on them. She was lucky to have made it this far. The cramping had gotten worse. To the point it was giving her a headache as her other side had started cramping as well. She felt miserable and scared. Unsure of what could come next, but she did her best to persevere.

And just like that, as she rounded a corner, her luck ran out and she bumped into a large mass. She fell to the ground and looked up. It was one of those hobgoblins! His messy reddish brown hair almost looked familiar but the massive warty cock aiming to the sky reflecting the moonlight off of its cock ring was foreign to her as much as the brutish sneer on the monster's thuggish face.

"Looks like I founds me another pretty little hobbit. Another... tasty morsel... for... Wait... You look..." said the hobgoblin, Rosie didn't realize was her lost lover. He had his foot cocked back, but paused as he looked at her more closely. His red eyes squinted. "Rosie?"

Her eyes widened. "Sam? Is that... is that you?" she stammered out, her voice trembling as she looked up at the massive, brutish creature. He was so big, so powerful, so utterly monstrous, but there was something in his eyes, a flicker of recognition, a hint of the man she once loved. She felt a surge of hope, a desperate, foolish belief that maybe, just maybe, he was still in there.

Sam's massive, warty foot hovered over her, his face a mask of confusion. The name, her voice, it cut through the fog of his corrupted mind, a fleeting moment of clarity in a sea of brutish lust. "Rosie..." he rumbled, his voice a gravelly rasp. He remembered her. He remembered her smile, her touch, the way she laughed. He remembered the love they shared, a lifetime ago, in a world that was no more.

But then, the cramping in her womb intensified, a searing pain that made her cry out. She doubled over, her hands clutching her stomach, her face contorted in agony. Sam watched, his eyes wide with a mixture of concern and confusion. He could see the pain she was in, the suffering she was enduring, and a strange, unfamiliar feeling stirred within him. It was a flicker of his old self, a remnant of the caring, gentle hobbit he once was.

But the dark power that now ruled him was too strong. The curse, the corruption, the insatiable lust, it all came rushing back, a tidal wave of dark energy that washed away his fleeting moment of clarity. His eyes burned with a renewed, fiery lust, and a cruel, sadistic grin spread across his brutish face.

"Rosie... Mine.., sweet Rosie..." he growled, his voice dripping with a dark, twisted affection. "Yer in pain. Let me... help you." He reached down, his massive, clawed hand grabbing her by the hair, and he pulled her to her feet. He forced her against a nearby wall, his body pinning her, his massive cock pressing against her stomach. The heat, the musk, the sheer, overwhelming presence of him, it was a suffocating, intoxicating assault on her senses.

"Let me make it better," he whispered, his hot, foul breath washing over her face. "Let me… give ya me cock and feet!"

He kissed her, his mouth a gaping maw of fangs and tusks, his long, warty tongue forcing its way into her mouth. The taste was vile, a mixture of old cum, swamp mud, and the raw, animalistic musk of his corruption. She struggled, her hands pushing against his chest, but it was useless. He was a mountain of muscle and power, and she was just a soft, scared hobbit, trapped in his embrace. His other hand tore at the front of her dress, his sharp claws shredding the fabric, revealing her soft, pale skin.

He broke the kiss, a string of slimy saliva connecting their mouths, and he looked down at her, his eyes burning with a possessive, lustful fire. He dropped her to the ground and chuckled darkly as she tried to crawl away before he stopped her with his large foot on her chest.

"Yer not goin' anywhere," he growled, his voice a gravelly rasp. "Yer gonna stay right here and take what I'm gonna give ya."

He lifted his massive foot, his warty, slimy sole hovering just inches from her face. The stench was overwhelming, a thick, cloying musk of sweat, grime, and the faint, sour scent of old cum. Rosie gagged, her eyes watering, her stomach churning, but there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

"Lick it," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Lick my foot. Show me ya still love me."

He pressed his foot against her mouth, the rough, calloused skin scraping against her lips, the foul juices from his bunions smearing across her face. She struggled, her head thrashing from side to side, but his grip was like iron, his foot a suffocating, suffocating weight.

"Lick it," he repeated, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Or I'll break yer pretty little neck."

Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of fear, disgust, and a deep, aching sorrow for the man she had lost. She closed her eyes, a sob escaping her lips, and she stuck out her tongue, a hesitant, tentative touch against the foul, warty flesh.

The taste was a physical blow, a wave of revulsion so intense it made her head spin. It was the taste of pure, unadulterated corruption, a foul, putrid cocktail of sweat, grime, and the raw, animalistic musk of the hobgoblin. She wanted to gag, to pull away, to escape this nightmare, but his grip was like iron, his foot a suffocating, suffocating weight.

"Good girl," he rumbled, a low, guttural sound of satisfaction. "Keep going. Show me how much ya love me."

She obeyed, her tongue lapping at the foul, warty flesh, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and a strange, unwanted arousal. The taste was still revolting, but there was something else there, a dark, twisted pleasure that bloomed in the pit of her stomach, a warmth that spread through her veins, a fire that burned away her resistance, her fear, her very identity. She could feel the curse working its magic, its insidious power seeping into her, twisting her desires, remaking her in the image of her captor.

Sam watched her, his eyes burning with a sadistic glee. He could see the change in her, the way her body responded, the way her tongue lapped at his foot with a newfound, eager enthusiasm. He could feel the corruption taking hold, a dark, insidious warmth that spread from her core, a fire that burned away her resistance, her fear, her very identity.

He pressed his warty sole harder against her tongue, grinding the sensitive, bulbous bunion over her tastebuds. The slimy, greasy sweat from his foot coated her mouth, a vile, heady vintage of pure corruption. "Deeper," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated through her skull. "Get your tongue between my toes. Suck the filth from 'em."

Rosie gagged but complied, her will dissolving under the oppressive weight of his presence and the searing pain in her womb. Her tongue, now tasting of his foot-stench, probed between the thick, gnarled digits. The taste was indescribable, a foul cocktail of grime, moss, and a sharp, cheesy musk that made her head swim. But as she worked, a horrifying change began. The pain in her abdomen wasn't just pain anymore; it was a pressure, a swelling, a catastrophic re-architecting of her very being. The orc-seed slug, having found its home and fused with her own reproductive system, was now triggering a brutal metamorphosis fueled by Sauron's will.

Sam, lost in his dominance, grabbed his colossal cock with his free hand. The warty shaft throbbed in his grip, the foreskin slick with foul, yellow smegma. He began to stroke, the wet, slapping sounds of his efforts mingling with Rosie's sobs and the frantic lapping of her tongue. "Yer gonna take it all," he snarled, his eyes blazing. "Gonna mark ya. Cover ya in me. Make ya mine forever."

He roared, a sound of pure, bestial triumph, and his massive balls clenched. A thick, scalding torrent of goblin cum erupted from the tip, splattering across Rosie's face in thick, viscous ropes. It hit her eyelids, her nose, her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her torn dress. The stench was overwhelming, a thick, cloying musk of corruption and stale seed. She choked, sputtering, her world a white-hot, foul-smelling haze.

But the cramping inside her reached a crescendo. It wasn't a pain of destruction, but of violent, agonizing creation. She screamed, but the sound that came out was not her own. It was a deep, guttural roar of power. Sam, still shuddering from his orgasm, stumbled back in shock.

Before his eyes, Rosie was changing. Her frame, once soft and petite, was swelling with impossible speed. Muscle coiled and hardened on her limbs, her shoulders broadening, her spine cracking and lengthening as she was forced to her feet. Her skin, spattered with his cum, began to darken, taking on a tough, leathery, grey-green hue. Her face contorted, her jawline squaring as her brow thickened into a heavy, bony ridge and her nose flattened into a brutish, upturned snout. Her teeth sharpened into jagged fangs as two thick, menacing tusks erupted from her lower jaw.

The most shocking change was happening below her waist. As her legs grew thick and powerful, the delicate fabric of her dress was ripped away, revealing a horrifying and fascinating sight. Her cunt, once a soft, pink slit, was now swollen and dark, the outer lips engorged and throbbing with a dark, corruptive energy. They quivered as two knots pulsated inside her core. She growled and drooled through growing tusks, spine popping and extending as muscle, fat, and sheer bulk layered over her growing frame. Sam took no time taking aim with his cursed cock and penetrated into her corrupted leathery folds, forcing out a wet squelch as they tried to take in his girth and length. She grunted in discomfort and pleasure as his cock filled her, his own corruption mixing with her own. But it wasn't to be. Her pussy began convulsing, the powerful muscles clamping down on his shaft not in pleasure, but in a forceful, biological rejection. With a wet, sucking sound, her internal muscles gripped him and squeezed, forcing his cock out with a final, brutal SCHLORP.

Sam cried out in surprise and a flicker of pain, stumbling back. But the transformation wasn't over. The pulsating knots within Rosie's folds descended. With a final, agonizing scream that turned into a triumphant roar, her cunt seemed to split and unfold, forcing the new organs to descend into a heavy, warty scrotum, which bulged and swelled with the creation of two immense, churning testicles. Above them, a new appendage surged forth, a colossal, throbbing shaft of grey-green flesh. It was as large as Sam's, riddled with dark, pulsing veins and crowned with a fat, warty head, from which a fresh dollop of yellowish smegma already oozed. Rosie was no longer a she. Rosie was a shemale Akash-hai, first of her kind, her corrupted power forged from the seed of an orc and the will of Sauron.

Rosie's new fiery eyes, burning with a mixture of Sam's old love and a new, brutal possessiveness, locked onto him. A guttural snarl escaped her new tusks. "My turn," she growled, her voice a deep, commanding rasp that vibrated with power.

She lunged, her speed and strength terrifyingly new. Before Sam could react, she had him spun around and slammed face-first against the stone wall of a nearby cottage. His massive warty feet, his pride and erogenous focus, scrabbled for purchase as she grabbed his hips, her grip like iron.

"Rosie, no..." he grunted, a flicker of his old self terrified.

But she was gone. Only the Akash-hai remained. She spat on her new, massive cock, the saliva mixing with the smegma, and positioned the head against his tight, unprepared asshole. "You wanted to give me your cock and feet," she hissed, her hot breath on his ear. "Now take mine!"

With a single, brutal thrust, she buried herself to the hilt. Sam roared, a sound of agony and shocking, involuntary pleasure, as his body was violated by the monster his love had become. She was relentless, her powerful hips driving into him, her new, heavy balls slapping against his ass with wet, meaty thwacks. The scent of their union, a foul, heady cocktail of two Akash-hai, filled the air, a miasma of pure, unadulterated corruption.

She pounded him, her new instincts taking over. Dominant, demanding, dimwitted. Everything Rosie hadn't been before twisted and emboldened by Sauron's darkness and Thira's corrupted curse. She leaned over him, her warty, swelling breasts pressing against his back, and bit down on his shoulder, her tusks drawing blood. "Mine," she grunted with each thrust. "My... fuck... pig!"

Sam, despite the pain, felt his own cock begin to harden again, the cursed ring around it glowing with dark energy. The sheer, overwhelming assault, the dominance, the scent, it was a twisted, agonizing feedback loop of corruption. He was being broken again, his own will to dominate being challenged and shattered by a superior power. He felt his cursed rings pour out dark magic into the shemale that was breeding him, causing her to grow bigger and stronger with every thrust. As Rosie came inside him with a final, victorious roar, flooding his insides with thick shemale Akash-hai seed, she pulled out and turned him around, standing half a head taller than him and forcing him to his knees.

"Clean it," she commanded, shoving her filthy, cum-slicked cock into his mouth. He did as he was told, licking up every drop of their foul coupling before rising.

"Da Queen. Queen Thira commands... Find more. Make hobgobs. More Akash-hai. Bring to her..."

---

Thira sat on a makeshift throne. The hobgoblin that was Mary on her knees beside Frodo licking and slavering over Thira's feet as she watches the demise of the Shire from her perch. Merry and Pippin had returned prior with fresh goblins and hobgoblins to build her new seat of power outside Baradur. Her sharp eyes saw Sam returning with a collection of hobgoblins and to her intrigue, a shemale. Eager to see this new creature that held her former pet's cock on a leash. The corrupted dwarf queen cackled in triumph and lust as a chilling howl echoed through the air as Luthriel arrived with her new werewolves as a snarling Eowyn the Defiler led a horde of orcs in victory.

"The Shire is ours," Luthriel bellowed, her voice a mix of her former elven grace and her newfound bestial fury. Her pack of werewolves, a collection of once-humans and dwarves, snarled and yipped in agreement, their bodies a twisted fusion of muscle and fur, their eyes burning with the same dark fire as their alpha's.

Eowyn the Defiler, a towering figure of brutal orcish might, sneered, her massive, green frame a stark contrast to Luthriel's sleek, predatory form. Her cock, a thick, veined monstrosity, hung heavy between her legs, a symbol of her power and her corrupted masculinity. "The smallfolk are broken," she growled, her voice a deep, guttural rasp. "They will serve, or they will be breeding stock. There is no other choice."

Thira stood, her large, warty feet slapping against the filthy floor. "Excellent," she hissed, her long, warty tongue flicking out to taste the air. "The Dark Lord will be pleased. The Shire will be a new fortress, a new source of power for his armies."

She looked at Rosie, a gleam of interest in her eyes. "And what have we here? A new creation? A shemale Akash-hai?"

Rosie stepped forward, her massive cock still glistening with Sam's saliva. "I am Rosie," she growled, her voice a deep, jagged rasp. "I was a hobbit. Now... I am more."

Thira laughed, a wet, hacking sound, "More indeed. You are a testament to the Dark Lord's power. A symbol of his will. You will be a general in my army, a commander of the Akash-hai."

She turned to Luthriel and Eowyn, a cruel, triumphant grin on her face. "The Shire is ours. The smallfolk are broken. The corruption is complete. We have won."

The three leaders stood together, their forms a beacon of the Dark Lord and his influence, their minds a twisted reflection of his will. They were the new rulers of the Shire, the new masters of the land, and they would rule with an iron fist, a lustful heart, and a desire for more.

The Shire was no more. In its place was a new realm, a kingdom of filth, a monument to the power of Sauron. And at its heart, in the ruined shell of the Mayor's house, sat Thira, the Goblin Queen, her feet propped up on the back of a broken hobgoblin, her eyes burning with a dark, triumphant fire. The age of Orcs would be an era unending.