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Inflated Desires

Chapter Eight

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Kagatoion

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Veronica wasn't interested in Tim anymore. She had a new charge, Vincent, who she had easily knocked out when she had headed his way for instructions, grinning widely, though Veronica was far from any kind of fool, oh no. She had never been a fool, but she lashed him to his bed easily, all four limbs spread out to the massive four-poster, though the canopy of it was so high above that it was almost laughable with his richness boasting too much.

He groaned, blinking back to wakefulness as she rocked her pussy, only glad in her underwear with her tits still straining against the front of her shirt, which had a button popped off. Otherwise, it was still intact, just about, but only for her purposes.

“Mmm.."

She rocked against his cock, rubbing her buttocks headily back against him, sliding against his bulge, which was slowly growing in his trousers. Vincent blinked, letting out a low groan, head throbbing.

He wouldn't have to worry about that for long.

She grinned, letting him blink her into view once more.

“Mmm, hello," she all but purred. “I've been waiting for you to rejoin the world of the living."

Vincent licked his lips, mouth dry, head pounding.

“Damn it, Veronica," he grunted under his breath. “What have you gone and done? This… This isn't like you… What's going on?"

She was not a wild child, not by far, and it didn't seem like Veronica grinning down at him either, not with that wide smile, stretching too far, though it was as if she was overcome with such joy too that she simply could not keep it all inside. Looking up at her, he gulped, dwarfed by her size. And her tits… They were huge! Much bigger than they had been before – he could even see her bra where her shirt had ripped!

“Veronica…" He muttered, turning his face away, red. “You need to…be decent…"

That was a bit of a hollow comment, considering just how he had hosted orgies in his mansion prior, but Veronica didn't have to respond to that. Running her hands down his body, she licked her lips suggestively, in such a predatory fashion that his breath hitched in his chest, shuddering where he was bound.

“You'll be free soon enough," she chuckled throatily, her voice deeply, more suggestive. “I'm going to have fun… We're going to have so much fun playing together."

Her lips parted, revealing her tongue, though he reeled in horror as something dark flickered forth, within the pit of her mouth. He squirmed and thrashed and howled and tried to free himself, that deeply instinctual, primal part of his brain straining to break free, even as his heart pounded viciously, another part of him knowing that there was no going back, that there was nothing he could do. Fight, flight and freeze collided as a cold sweat beaded on his skin, eyes wide with fear, wrenching himself away from Veronica as far as he possibly could – which, to be fair, wasn't all that far at all considering his bondage.

And her tongue… Out and out and out it came, growing longer and thicker, a darker, fleshier pink than it had been before, though Vincent had never paid all that much attention to her tongue, not in that way. It swelled, thickening and wriggling back and forth as if it had a life of its own, spilling from her mouth until it wormed its way into his.

“Mmmph!"

He groaned around it, the slippery, wet appendage teasing up inside, so wet against his lips, so much so that he almost gagged. Yet it wouldn't have done him any good either as it bulged thickly, forcing his jaw apart, Fornucatus' essence pouring into him direct from the source – directly from Veronica.

His body jerked and convulsed, though the bonds kept him in place even as she stayed there, just to make sure that every drop flowed into him, that there was no escaping any of it for Vincent. Then and only then did Veronica slither her tongue back into her mouth with a smirk, watching him expectantly, sliding back to the end of the bed to watch the show.

His dick was the first to go. Or, rather, it inflated. Blooming up, it stiffened, thickening up with potent arousal – and just kept going. The bulge showed through his expensive, dark trousers, a suit that he had ordered custom-tailored to fit him precisely, no other like it in the world, straining forth, his dick swelling and swelling until his clothes could not contain it anymore.

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With his clothes ripping through, the swell of his erection broke free, springing up, though she had a hand shoved into her own trousers too, playing with her clit and pussy. Oh, she wanted to watch, yes, but enjoying the show could be done in more ways than one, kneeling at the end of the bed with her other hand groping her tits, ripping at her blouse just so that she could get to them more easily. Buttons popping off her shirt, strained too far, was the least of her concerns.

She just couldn't take her eyes off his dick, how it throbbed and pulsed, swelling with dark demonic energy, the image of veins – not natural – showing briefly through in a purple haze, the head thickly defined around the glands. It fattened up, thicker than it needed to be, but that was only so that it could peel off, separating into two with a lewd squelch, though there was no pain for Vincent. Even his horror was already fading, infatuated with her, the essence of Fornucatus coursing through his body, into his cells, no part of Vincent's body left untouched.

His cocks throbbed, parting slightly, though they were still close enough to rub up against one another, all as a mixture of fleshy nubs and nodules made themselves known. Veronica laughed at his grown, fingering herself more furiously, but the nodules quickly swelled, wriggling and squirming into a mass, all over his cocks, of tiny tentacles. Each cock throbbed, gaining inches, past a foot in length and meaty around, a girth more than big enough to please even the most demanding of size queens.

And all Vincent could do too was succumb to it, barely even aware that Veronica was there, whimpering and moaning, panting heavily, just wanting… Oh, he couldn't even say what he wanted. The ropes, though he didn't know where they had come from, were tight around his ankles and wrists, holding him in place, and he arched up against him, his flesh rippling and pulling, reshaping itself as his dicks throbbed up to a good eighteen inches in length, as thick around as a can. Perhaps even a little bit more. It was hard to judge in a moment like that, though no one really minded, not as he strove desperately to buck and thrust his hips, eyes finally flicking up in desperation to Veronica, who was enjoying her still-clothed body.

“Please…"

Yet Vincent did not have to beg as he bellowed a roar, great, thick spurts of cum pouring from his cock, a never-ending stream of spurts. Splattering up against the canopy of the bed, it poured down the walls, even over Veronica, his nuts billowing out as if every spurt just filled them more. It was his orgasm, however, that fuelled his transformation, panting heavily, raking in all the air that he could, though that was merely a reflex of his body and not one, at all, that would serve him well anymore.

She bathed in it, laughing aloud as his orgasm rolled on and on and on, cum soaking the bed, dripping off the bedside table lamp: some posh artsy thing that even she had never been into. And yet all she did was revel in it, letting it soak through her shirt, drip through her hair, even into her mouth. Still, Veronica would get to drink directly from the source soon enough…

Vincent's body, however, had to catch up to his cock and balls, his nuts finally settling at the size of large avocados, though they seemed to pulse lightly and throb, which balls were not supposed to do. It didn't seem unusual to him, not anymore, panting and moaning, his body packing on muscle mass. He had not been a particularly fit individual before, though he had done well enough for himself, though muscle swept down his body from his neck, shoulders rounding out, pecs defining themselves, a six-pack cut down his abdominal muscles. His arms grew bulky and muscular, the presence of thick, heavy muscle strange even to him, but he clenched and unclenched his fist, some small part of his brain unable to resist marvelling at the power.

It was new…and intoxicating. He grunted as his thighs thickened, tree-trunk-like legs rounding out, his calves strong and powerful, even a greater amount of flexion in his feet. His clothes could not contain such a muscular body and he tore through them easily as they split at the seams, thankfully only in his shirt and not his suit jacket – but that didn't matter anymore either. Wrecking clothes was the least of anyone's worries as he lay in the shreds of his attire, gaining height, stretching out, the ropes snapping when they simply could not hold his thickening wrists anymore.

No… He was never meant to be held back, not like that. He laughed, a grunting, chortling sort of sound, and his skin took on a darker hue, a bit bluish, though there was a hint of grey there too. Vincent tried to lift his head to look down at his body, though the transformation was still in effect, rendering him quiet, if only for a while longer. Instead, he arched his back, the sheets rumpling under him, even that tiny sensation seeming enhanced to an extent that he could not and did not understand.

He was stunning. A figure of a man that any woman would have adored being with – even if his cocks were still spraying thick, heady spurts of cum off everywhere. It was not as powerful as it was on that initial climax, though it just kept coming, dripping and oozing, slickening down his cocks as if they were readying themselves to ram into a hot, tight hole.

“Ooof…"

Vincent grunted, licking his lips, a strange sense of “otherness" taking over him. But how else was he supposed to feel when his head was shifting, transforming, splitting into two, his arms aching as another pair sprouted right below the first. Dimly, Vincent was aware of Veronica clapping her hands, but he was not there with her, not as the nerve endings and muscular control for new arms locked in, blinking with a set of new eyes and moaning with two mouths.

“Ohhhh…"

It sounded like there were two of him there! But he was still him, still Vincent, curling his fingers, testing them, every twitch sending a jolt of euphoria through him. Yes, yes… Yes, it was good, very good, even as his head transformed further, his hair falling out and disintegrating as if it had never been, darker spikes erupting, grating from bone as they formed themselves, though it was not a painful sensation. His lips parted, on both heads, tongues wriggling back and forth, finally stripping speech from him as they writhed and wriggled, fat and flatter, just like draining leeches tucked away within his mouths.

And yet that was not quite to be their true purpose as he moaned around them, wetly, two tentacle cocks pushing free from the split at the tip, where the “mouth" would have been. He blinked, straining, feeling as if he was trying to roll his eyes back too far into his head, though that was just the extra eyes – three? – growing on his forehead. The eyelashes even tickled as they prickled into existence and he grunted, trying to shake both heads at once, everything about him radiating power, yet still able to take in the tiniest of sensations like never before.

A monster… But the world needed monsters like him too, mutated and corrupted, never to return to anything like his former life. He was no longer Vincent and yet still him in some way, even if the name slipped from his mind, eluding him.

He wouldn't need him anymore. He wouldn't need the name anymore.

He had his own power.

With ropes dangling from his limbs, he roared, bellowing, jolting at Veronica with fierce intent gleaming in his eyes, lips parted as if to smirk. She did not try to flee at all, finally one to lose her clothes, though he had to tear through her trousers, even ripping her cotton underwear – which had been a practical choice for the work that she had thought she would be doing that day – to get to her wet, slick cunt.

She squealed, delight flooding her, the beast slamming her down on the floor – not even the bed. It was thickly and plush in the carpet, though that would not have made any difference to her either, not if he wanted her and she wanted him. They would have fucked anywhere, simply because it felt right, his two eighteen-inch shafts questing for her and finding her. With a brutal slam, he ground half of them into her pussy and her arse at the same time, double penetrating her, and then thrust in a second time to seal the full lengths inside her hot holes.

Her vision whited out, losing herself for a moment in bliss. His roars and bellows washed over her as if it had been truly Vincent who she had been waiting for all along, though not even Veronica could have said that. No, she was just a vessel, going along with the moment, letting it all flow through her, flooding her, panting and moaning, even if his cries of passion overruled all over hers.

“Yes… Fuck me…" She hissed out through her teeth, letting him slam into her, her body up against him, shoulders on the rug and her hips up in the air, one of his massive hands holding her buttocks, folding around more of her hips and arse than should have been possible. “You brute… Fuck me! Take me!"

She knew in whose name she spoke, though the moment was right for more, for the heady bulge of his cocks grinding into her to show through her abdomen, driving up impossibly far into her body. It should have been easily enough to break her, to cut her through, and yet it was not, blissfully not.

He dragged her up, standing, using both hands to slam her up and down on his dicks, ecstasy blooming, staggering through him. It was as if she was nothing more than a living sex toy for him – and yet a very willing one that would have let him fuck her time after time again. For that was exactly what Veronica wanted as she squealed out her lust and pleasure on his dicks, trying to get her legs up around his hips and failing. What did it matter, anyway? All when he was there to fuck her, to take her, to share that blissful pleasure with her…

She clenched around him, even if there was nowhere for her to squeeze down on, for she was already stretched so far. Still, her muscles tried to do it, driven by an otherworldly force, seeking out more pleasure, more lust, his cocks jetting off inside her. His hands, the free ones on his second pair of arms, groped her tits, squeezing and massaging them, though his hands were seemingly too large for them too.

That would be fixed, however, all in swift course, the two beings rumbling lowly as their bodies grew. Not just in inflation, for that was for her tits, ballooning out ridiculously large, trembling and heaving with every moaned breath, pressed right up against Vincent's chest. Her nipples thickened, so sensitive, though she relished in just how they tickled Vincent's chest, his skin perfectly smooth and bare of any hair, a picture-perfect, humanoid-like spiked monster to fuck her full.

Her underwear dropped aside from where it had been torn through when he had slammed into her, forcing his dicks violently into her body, but that was just one of the last shreds of her humanity falling away, their bodies growing, gaining height, churning inches, everything in proportion bar her breasts and his dick and balls. She would have stood strong on her own feet if he had put her down, but there was no way that the monster was going to do that, no, not now that he had captured her. Veronica, however, was most willing to be captured, moaning, licking her lips, the taste of his cum still lingering there from when she had been hosed down with it, dripping in his seed.

Her nipples were an easy target for him as his hands more readily groped her giant breasts, round and full, though still with a squishiness to them that made them easy for his fingers to sink into. Vincent rumbled a groan as he found a fat nipple, the perfect size for his mouth, and sucked on it ferociously. He didn't know how to be gentle, not at all, so it was a good thing that Veronica wanted him to be as rough as he could possibly be with her, his second mouth pressing its lips to her other nipple. Her nipples were so large that even he mildly strained to take them inside, though the monster never would have denied such lust.

His tentacle cocks, the ones bursting from his leech-like tongues were not quiet either. They took full advantage of their position pressed up against Veronica's luscious tits as they dove inside, thrusting and grinding, penetrating her nipples as if they were a hole that had always been meant to be fucked. She whined and moaned, head falling back, revelling in it, though her breasts swelled even more, bigger than exercise balls, trembling with the force of all the pressure contained within them.

“Agh… Yes… More…"

She tried to talk, but it did not come as a concern that she barely could, panting heavily, unsure what was the glisten of sweat on her skin and what was cum. It did not mean anything, not anymore, so she allowed it. She needed it to be, the coursing throb pulling through her, her body trembling, aching deeply. How could she need more, even as her hips bucked, climaxing on his cock? The tentacle cocks thrust and wormed their way deeper and deeper into her nipples, showing her exactly what pleasure she should have been getting before, their heads bumping the ceiling.

Neither of them even noticed. They didn't even notice when their height and bulk grew to break through the room, boards splintering around them, plaster falling, dust raining down around them, a mess of destruction that should have been catastrophic for the mansion. And yet Vincent didn't even seem to register it, grunting carnally as they fucked, Veronica up against him, holding onto his arms for leverage as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hips. That was, at least, a part of her body that she could get in close to Vincent, grinding down onto his cocks as she took back some modicum of control.

“Nnngghhh, yes, Vincent…" She moaned, though Veronica wasn't all that sure that his name belonged on her lips anymore, not in that way. “Yes… Take me… Us! We…are…more…"

She groaned long and low, humping against him, grinding onto him, his tentacle cocks worming into her tits. The sensation of the tentacle cocks squirming about within her breasts swelled through, a strange prickling, pulling sensation – yet the rush of pleasure that came right along with it told Veronica all that she needed to know. She howled out her ecstasy as she climaxed on his dick yet again, throb after throb of delight pouring through her, clenching and squeezing around his cocks.

Still, he managed to keep thrusting, smashing through floor after floor of the mansion, all the way up to the fourth floor. The roof was a tougher barrier, though not one that could hold them off, no, not as the beams split and they cracked through the tiles, even ripping the insulation. They didn't even have to rip and claw at it, not as they grew, his horns spiking through the roof and tearing it asunder, a chimney that had been poised up there merely for appearances toppling aside.

Once upon a time, he had liked how it looked. Now, the chimney, which was meant to be a feature of the wing of his mansion, to make it look more homely and cosy when he was taking his evening walks in the garden, didn't even register to him.

It had only been a chimney, after all.

They swelled, her tits heaving, yet they squashed into his chest so that Veronica did not have to lean back any further from him. She howled out her pleasure, juices squirting around his cock where it was rammed into her pussy, though it was the throbbing member pounding up into her arse that felt tighter, hotter, as if it was penetrating all the way up into the churning, swirling, heated core of her being.

Yet…she had to have more. With a shriek, she hurled herself forward, using her abs for leverage, bigger and stronger, sexier too, than she had been before – than she would ever have imagined for herself. Gone was the prim and proper version of herself, the type of woman that wanted to do good in the world but had never really endured any real hardship for herself. Now, she was that hardship, set to cause chaos, even as she toppled him onto his back, smashing through an entire wing of the house.

The building crumbled and crunched under them, catching glimpses of other guests, cum blimps floating around, rolling and wobbling, the vessels holding the demon sperm so nicely, all for Fornucatus. They shifted, the building crunching, rising above it even as he laid back, sinking deliciously onto his cocks, squatting over him so that she could get the best and the deepest penetration, right up into her pussy and backside at the same time. Her hand came down in the rubble of that wing of the mansion, blinking out over the grounds, though nothing could capture Veronica's attention more than the dual-cocked beast under her.

Did the tentacle cocks count too? Okay, quadruple-cocked beast. She'd take that. She'd take that any day.

Still, they grew, reaching near one hundred feet tall, their bodies thick and bulky, his muscle rippling in the light of the afternoon. Vincent, after all, deserved to be seen as he was, towering and glorious, even as Veronica took control, all to ride him, cowgirl style. She was still facing him, though was on top, her hands on his chest, groping and squeezing his pecs and delts, running her hands over him repeatedly, all to relish in the glorious stud of a monster that he had, finally, mutated into.

Still, their growth continued, his foot going through the exterior garage where his personal car collection was housed, the shattering of windscreens barely noticeable even to them. What did they care? What did it matter? She howled as his cum spurted into her, flowing deep, her body taking it all, absorbing it, taking everything that she deemed to be her own – or at least for Fornucatus, for she too was merely a vessel in the plans of one far greater than she.

Their bodies rumbled, bones cracking and crunching lightly as they expanded further, their size knowing no bounds. For they were no longer constrained by mortal restraints as they fucked and moaned, Veronica's womb and arse filled with cum, slickening the path of Vincent's cocks as he ploughed into her. Getting his feet planted down into the rubble, he bellowed as he slammed up into her, finding some manner of leverage and taking full advantage of it as their full height hit two-hundred feet and still increased.

The swell of stretching skin helped contain all the cum inside them, though Veronica's gargantuan tits, with no physical size comparison to place them against, bounced with every rock and every grind of her hips. They billowed out to either side of her body, each tit four times the width of her torso – and yet her body held them. As her bones extended, adding to her height, expanding further and further, finally dwarfing even the mansion as they fucked in the ruins in it.

Finally, at several times the size that they had been when they first broke through the roof of the mansion that, prior, Vincent had so prized, they topped out at somewhere close to five hundred feet – not that anyone was going to measure them, or even the thickly pounding force of the cocks driving into her holes, Vincent doing his job and doing it well. She moaned, bucking, riding him for all she was worth, though her lust devoured all too.

One of the cum blimps rolling about nearby, having fallen out of a smashed wall (they would have been far, far too big and fat to fall out of a window) caught her attention and Veronica casually snatched them up. Even at their heaving, bloating, wobbling size, incubating more demon sperm, they were tiny in her palm and she giggled boomingly at them, the sound not matching up with how she was used to such a gesture of mirth breaking her lips. But she was different then, very different, and she never again would be Veronica, not in any way, not as she casually gulped down the little cum blimp, who really wasn't all that little at all.

She swallowed them whole, no teeth, shoving them down her throat with her tongue. Delicious! She would have had more if she had not been concerned with fucking Vincent, for he still was very much her concern right then and there.

The bulge of the vored cum blimp travelled down her throat, dropping into her stomach, eventually, for it was an exceptionally long drop down. It was there that they would rest until they released their demon sperm, set to infiltrate, to demonise, to corrupt and to mutate to Fornucatus' content.

They would have their use soon enough…

She screamed, her strongest climax yet ripping through her, the tentacle cocks pounding her tits, her belly finally feeling fatter and heavier from all the cum that Vincent had pumped into her. She heaved and shrieked through climax, an otherworldly cry of complete and utter passion, letting the whole world know of her lust, milk squirting from her breasts as lactation set it. Her milk dripped and drooled and spurted from around the pounding tentacle cocks, which were hardly dissuaded from her heaving, wobbling tits from filling with milk too, driving furtively into them with long, single-minded strokes and squirming about inside.

They could take their power from her too, in another way, yes. It had only been her growing body, of course, that had stopped her from feeling the bloating weight of Vincent's seed so far, but that was about to change. Her pussy clamped down on his dick as if it was never going to let it go and it abruptly got more difficult still for him to thrust and for her to grind down onto his cock, all as climax powered on and on and on. With her juices and arousal slopping down in a messy mix to his crotch, spilling to the rubble of the mansion, she panted and cried out, head spinning with delight beyond her wildest dreams.

And then the ground rumbled, sounding through with a tremor. Glancing down, she widened her eyes, still aware, of the ground shaking, the rubble leaping and jumping as if a beast was straining to grind up from beneath it. Yet Vincent was right there with her and she did not know of more – but some things were outside even her control.

The mansion, broken windows, smoking rubble, sparking electrics… It all hid something. Or many “someones" that had finally come to the end of their use.

POP!

POP! POP! POP!

One after the other, the party-goers, guests and more who had been swollen and bloated with all their fucking, the demon sperm fattening them up in incubation, popped. Their bodies burst in a splatter of cum and other bodily fluids, the demon sperm flying out, seeking out their next victims and targets with hungry, gaping mouths at the ready. Their lives were not gone, not entirely – well, they had a new kind of life, one that was a part of the hive mind, one mind, one thought, just a singular notion to spread corruption and lust, the chaotic growth and greed of the great Fornucatus.

What more could there possibly be to life, after all? There was nothing, not in the hive mind.

Their bodies burst, some in entire groups, splattering one another with the sperm, wriggling and squirming, flopping over one another before they found their consciousness, the shape of their bodies. And yet they all flocked together, flowing like water, tributaries of demon sperm all coming together into a single river of thick cum.

Streaming through the rubble, they sought only one target – and the one who would finally be able to spend his true load into Veronica.

Vincent grunted and rocked back as the demon sperm entered him, flooding his holes, not caring how they entered him. His body was theirs for the taking, as were the demon sperm available for his taking. They were all one and the same already, serving a greater purpose, his cock thickening and throbbing even further inside Veronica.

“Ohhhhh…"

Her moan of delight was low, deeper than it should have naturally been for her, though there was no way to care. She let her head hang back, exulting in the moment, the demon sperm flooding Vincent, filling him up, forcing his dick to swell and thicken up even more inside her, fat and stretching her wider and wider and wider. For that was where every demon sperm had flocked to, taking their leave inside his body and going straight to his dick and balls, letting them bulge and tremble, nuts big and swollen halfway down to his knees, too big for anyone to handle.

He was almost too big for even her too, blobbing up inside, the head of his cock trembling, overly defined, raking over her G-spot with every thrust. The one rammed up her backside was none better, grinding back and forth, though the rumbling churn within him, as he forced her to accept his size, heralded his grand finale in expelling the demon sperm.

And yet Vincent, overflowing inside with demon sperm throughout his body, couldn't hold on and was never meant to hold on. No, that was not his purpose, not then, not ever, not as he popped too, bursting with a swathe and deluge of demon sperm, all racing towards the prize of Veronica. They flowed into her, an even larger flood of demon sperm – so much bigger than the ones that had swarmed into Vincent! – finding her holes, using his popped cocks to access her gaping holes easily.

She moaned as they flowed up inside her, leaving her on her knees, panting, heaving, the fat, gluttonous demon sperm wriggling wetly up inside her. Each was the size of one of the cum blimps, maybe at least twenty feet big each at their smallest, but her body was primed for them, her body swelling more and more with every demon sperm that found her and her body. They could go nowhere else, the hive mind having no other purpose in life, her head spinning, lips parted, accepting all that came to pass.

She had no say in it. And that would never concern her.

Her belly was the first to inflate, her womb and her stomach overfilled, swelling viciously, finally bloating out and out and out, like the bellies of the cum blimp humans that had gone before her. And yet she had an even more important use to Fornucatus as her hugely, grossly inflated belly expanded, all as if she was heavily present, her shadow stretching for miles upon miles at her great height.

She stood, shakily, but her body steadied her, the weight of everything rooting her in place, for her belly needed to have room to grow, yes, all to grow. Moaning openly, Veronica rubbed her stomach, letting the demon sperm swell within her, her breasts growing too, all to the point that she merely appeared as if she had three massive, round lumps on the front of her body. Her head, that time, could just about be seen still from behind her tits, but her belly pushed them up a little urgently, her nipples fat and dripping milk. Fit to burst, they quivered as if their load was too heavy to bear, milky dribbles running down her tits, flowing down her body, though it would have been enough to flood rooms, such as the true volume of it.

However, the ground shook and shook, more and more demon sperm flowing up inside, all from him, so much more. She took it all, every single one, many of the demon sperm merging into one being, one large demon sperm, though they would bloat and inflate her any way.

“Oh… Ohhh…"

There was no satisfying her gargantuan, heaving, massive body, no, not at all. She had to climax, her body aching for it, as roaring pulse after pulse of ecstasy flowed through her.

“Ohhhhhh!"

She bellowed, her voice so low, so deep, echoing across the countryside surrounding his mansion, though they were only a stone's throw out of town too. Vincent was a part of the hive mind, inside the power of Fornucatus, but she didn't worry about him, not as her pussy flexed and twitched, muscles contracting, straining around nothing, though the climaxes came and came and came.

One after the other. Oh, there had never truly been any holding them back as the mammoth orgasm ripped through her body, dropping to her knees with an earth-shattered thud, shaking the ground even more than the horde of demon sperm had done. She roared, like Vincent had done in the peak of pleasure, groping her tits, grinding her hips, even though she didn't have, at that time, anything in particular to grind against. Milk squirted from her tits as her hands landed on them, though she had to keep going, letting crashing orgasm after orgasm pound through her.

Her body was no longer her own, not anymore…but maybe that was all for the best, all truly. For, as she climaxed, milk and cum, all from the demon sperm that had inflated her body, blasted forth, forced from her pussy, even flowing from her mouth, though Veronica did not feel like she was choking at all. The sloshing, creamy, mixed load swirled and flowed around her, having claimed every guest and worker at the party, flooding the mansion, gushing through what was ruined, flooding rooms, spilling down even into the smashed-up garage underneath.

One climax after the other, however, would knock her down and out, either way, breasts deflating, only a little but slowly still, with every gushing squirt of milk that flowed from her breasts. She grunted and groaned, hardly even aware of her surroundings, yet she was comfortable where she was, revelling in the pound and the pulse of true ecstasy as she shrank and shrank and shrank.

Down and down and down… With the rock of her orgasms, she shrank, all the way back down, compressing in on herself, her inflated belly shrinking, even her breasts too and her overall size. Even when she passed out, she still leaked too much milk and cum, her body squirting it out and out and out, needing to expend it, to do the will of Fornucatus even though she was just a pawn in the plans of one who was so very much greater than her. Milk flowed and cum mixed with it, swirling around her as she collapsed, unconscious in the bliss of true orgasm, something that she could never have experienced without the aid of Fornucatus.

She would never know, however, what they had done for her. Not as her body gleamed with cum and milk, dribbling down her body, spurting, drooling, so slick, so heady, giving everything that they could ever have desired. The world came back into perspective, though Veronica did not see it, too lost in pleasure as the energy source for Fornucatus was completed, coming through, possessing Jessica while Veronica and the rest of the world were none the wiser as to what was going on.

They didn't have to know, not while they were in control.

And Veronica was only the start of it, floating and moaning in a pool of cum larger than the mansion and a good portion of the grounds too, orgasms spent, completely unconscious.

For Fornucatus was coming…