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Forced Mutation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Foogo/nodspy

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The orc army ravaged the outskirts of the kingdom, laying waste to every town and village they came across. Even though they took losses of their own, the spears and swords of men, untrained in battle, were not enough to cut them down and send their power-hungry hides back to the mountains from where they had come.

They had to be stopped, one way or another, and that was how Briar came into it. Young and dashing, he was the prime young king, following in the path of his late father, a renowned warrior. Yet Oswin Osborne fell sick some years back, leaving the queen Athela widowed to raise their heir alone. Of course, they had the support of the kingdom and everything the castle had to offer, but it was a change that rocked both Briar and his mother to their core.

He rallied an army, the young prince, and charged off to battle, though they were still rebuilding after the great war, the last war his father had fought in. But the orcs had to be turned back, shown the full might of the kingdom, lest they fall at the feet of the orcs and care not for their fate.

Alas, Athela, his mother and the queen, was left comparatively unprotected in the castle: an expansive castle ringed by fine gardens and a moat, which was a leftover defensive measure from years gone by. No army had reached the castle since before their time, but the great war had weakened them so that the best fighters had gone with Briar.

And that was how the warlord got into the castle, storming the capital with his army. Screams cut through the air as the orcs took what they pleased, ravaging and pillaging, even raping. They didn't know the touch of morals or kindness, a harsher, rougher kind of people who came with an innate need for new territories. To them, land was power – and, in a sense, it was. Yet they came after it with a more feral, animalistic presence about them, lacking politics and diplomacy.

No one, however, could have said they were ineffective, not as they battered the guards and hurled them into the moat, alive or dead, not caring for the mounds of bodies they left in their wake. Flags were ripped down and women cowered from them, even if no one would be spared the wrath of the orcs and the army that had come to wreak havoc.

“Unff… Arrrrggghhhh!"

Fidguf, the warlord leader, bellowed as he stormed through the castle, swinging a double-bladed axe that was heavier than most men all by itself. With green-grey skin, his great gut pushed out before him, though it was the muscle and heft of the orc that had granted him his title. With a bald head and dark, conniving eyes, no other orc had been able to best him – not yet, at least. Perhaps when age caught up with him, Fidguf too would fall.

“I see the small human has fallen for it," he growled, stomping with a lewd smirk into the queen's quarters. “Does he not understand what happens to the women left behind? Ah… But your son ran off… He forgot you!"

Athela stood tall as the orc broke into her bedchambers, her golden hair coiled on top of her head in a braided bun. There was no one there but her and she had dressed as if she was receiving foreign dignitaries, standing firm against the monstrous brutes with the last shreds of pride she had left.

Against these monsters, I cannot show weakness, she thought, even though she had sent her staff away, hoping at that they at least could be saved. But I can stand tall now, I can be myself, to my last breath.

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Yet the orc, Fidguf, smirked crudely, a fleshy, slimy tongue sliding out against his lips, though it barely retreated again.

“Ah… Queen thinks I'll end her life…" He rumbled, grabbing at his trousers, a leather harness on his left leg, holding further weapons. “But… Orcs take victory…differently!"

He roared, ripping his trousers down, a button popping off, his belt loosened, freeing a massive spire of meat. Athela's eyes widened, her hands quivering, but she could not have anticipated the change in direction. For there he was, not set to kill her, even setting his axe aside as he cracked his knuckles out, a crude smirk on his face, holding his lips steady while he gripped his massive cock.

His length of meat throbbed, already fully hard, as if it had leapt to attention the moment he came to claim his prize. Her heart skipped a beat, pounding too hard in the aftermath, her stomach churning as nausea threatened to rise, her stomach flipping with horror.

No…

Athela stiffened, a dagger clasped within her hand, which had been concealed within her dress. No… No, he would not have her!

They faced off, the queen saying nothing as she held his gaze, the two of them in a silent standoff. If she didn't move, maybe the orc wouldn't be able to do anything?

Alas, it was a false hope as the orc bellowed and covered the distance between them with a lumbering, blundering gait, though Fidguf had still been wily enough to get into the castle, to get her son away and leave the capital vulnerable. He staggered into motion too quickly for her to do anything about it, snatching up her weak wrists in his massive, meaty hands, grubby fingers curling around her frail, delicate limbs.

Well, she was frail in comparison to the orc, already a foot and a half taller than her and far wider, thick with muscle and fat, the power of their people. Fidguf laughed, a sickening rumble that rose from his gut, hurling Athela on to the bed and slamming her down. The bedframe cracked, collapsing under her, and she cried out, even if her scream was lost in the might of the beast Fidguf was.

“No! Don't!"

Those were the only two words she was able to get out, as plaintive as they were, but they didn't change anything as he ripped her dress off, shredding it with rips and tears, only caring to expose her pale, soft body. Athela slammed her fists against him, clawing at him, even trying to dig her fingers into his eyes. Yet the orc didn't seem to have any weak spots she could exploit, bearing down over her, his stinking flesh making her eyes water, the mix of sweat and blood and staler body odours still clouding her senses.

Her diplomacy and political triumphs would not help her one bit against Fidguf, no, not when the orc had her exactly where he wanted her, pinned under him, his much too larger member slapping hungrily against her stomach. Athela squealed, too fearful for humiliation to have any real grasp on her, but all she could do as her pussy, with a short covering of blonde hair, was exposed to his wrath.

“Mmmm…" He rumbled, groping her pussy, curling his hand around her lower body to dig his fingers into her flesh. “Shame you're not a virgin…"

But Fidguf didn't really care about things like that, not as he bore over her, pinning her arms above her head and thrusting roughly. He ground against her pussy, though it took him several thrusts to wedge the fat, rounded head of his cock into her sex, penetrating her folds deeply. It was not an easy position for him, considering the size difference between them, his gut rubbing her torso as he thrust and she screamed, wedging his cock into a space that was never designed to take him.

“Aaaahhhhhh!"

She screamed, coarse and guttural, heaving and panting, his prick driving up inside her. Her pussy was too tight around him, penetrating her too deeply – she was going to tear through! Yet, miraculously, Athela's body held him without damage – or without any damage she had to deal with on the surface, however.

There was, blistering through her body, rampant heat and sensation forcing her to pay due attention to every moment, how his shaft rammed into her, his driving, overpowering force grinding deep. There was nothing but the orc, not as her body was forced to respond to him, nothing more than a vessel into which he could dump his load.

Athela's cheeks puffed out, striving to say something, anything, yet her eyes were strained, feeling as if they were bulging out of their sockets. Yet that was a strange thing indeed for her to focus on in that moment, when her body was being violated, both present in the moment and trying, with all her might, to pace herself back and away from it. But it was only her mind trying to protect her as he thrust hard, using his glutes to make her body accept him.

She had to be there, however, heaving and grunting, lips agape – and then closing her mouth tightly as the orc's chest pressed down over her face. It couldn't be happening, no, not to her, not to the queen…

And yet it was, rolls of fat rubbing against her as he tipped forward even further, his grip tightening around her wrists, holding her fast even though he had no real need to pin her in place like that. The weight of his body was more than enough, Athela trembled under him, her shoulders aching fiercely as a burning-hot poker lanced into her pussy.

The orc thrust and thrust, though it was all pleasure to Fidguf, even if he had to grind into her with a lot more force than he would have done with one of his own kind. Female orcs were designed to take them, after all, whereas a human woman was a much tighter and warmer cock sleeve, a hot pussy to destroy and pillage.

“Unff… No… Please…"

She moaned, shivering against the chill of her fate, though Fidguf's thrusts only sped up and up, grinding into her with the full length of his cock. Her lower stomach bulged ostentatiously with the might of his member, a prick that should never have been able to fit, obscenely large and commanding her body. It took only a few more strokes before he bellowed out his climax, deafening her in the throes of it, her head jerking back as he powered as deep as he could go.

And it was there the orc stayed, climax roaring through him, letting him spend his pleasure while it was not for her, not. She was just a vessel and yet her hips shot up against him, her back rigid, whole body quivering.

Something was happening… Something out of her control. Athela gaped soundlessly, her mouth a dark hole of horror, as her flesh rippled and bubbled, a little of the pain melting to pleasure, so insidious and out of place. Yet it felt as if even her skin was gurgling, just like her stomach when she was hungry, something churning and bubbling through her, as if she had become something soft and malleable.

Yet she was exactly that to the orc, Fidguf staying deep as ropes of thick orc seed flowed into her, spurting heavily, much more than a man would ever have cum. She would get acquainted with his heavy nuts in time, although they rumbled with the force of all the semen they had to let loose that night.

But her body swelled with more than his load, her stomach bloating out as more fat was added to her, thickening her form and giving her previously slim figure more curves. Her backside fattened, glutes squashing down into her bed with a new layer of fat, squishing out where her weight and Fidguf's weight bore down.

“Unff… Ah…"

All Athela could do was groan as the transformation, the first of many, even if she did not realise it yet, coursed through her, too potent to be ignored. Her breasts pressed up, having torn free, long ago, of her corset and fine clothes, nipples pert and fat as they thickened. Yet they remained perfectly in proportion to her breasts as more weight was added to them, her flesh rippling and churning as if she was nothing more than a clay statue, there only to be moulded and no more than that.

Yet she was passive in her own transformation, pushing back weakly against it, groaning long and low, though it was not a sound of pleasure in the slightest.

“Hm…" Fidguf rumbled, smirking down at her, only then releasing her arms. “Look how easily you succumb to your better… Not much of a queen…heh…"

Athela whimpered, eyes shining with tears she could not spill, Fidguf's hard cock still buried inside her. He did not seem to soften all that easily, but that was by the by as her slim figure was overcome, adding several inches to her waist, her hips and breasts. Her buttocks would round out to such an extent that she wouldn't fit in any of her usual dresses, even with how they were designed, not without them looking comical on her.

Maybe it's over now… Maybe this is all there is…

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But it would never be that easy, not for her.

“Soon, you shall be the brood mother…for so many new orcs," he growled, tracing a dirty finger down her cheek as she shuddered. “So many new orcs… My breeder…"

“Unff… Get…off…"

She couldn't get the words out, however, not as she wriggled away from him, though didn't manage to get away more than an inch or two.

Fidguf dragged his cock from her, her pussy lewdly gaping, spilling thick drools of cum, and climbed over her, straddling her chest to keep her in place. His cum-smeared cock ground over her face and Athela cried out, turning her head, trying to deny Fidguf in any way she could. Yet the orc had done it all before and grabbed her by the hair, rubbing his cock back and forth over her lips, using her as nothing more than a human rag with which to clean his cock.

And neither did the orc relent until she had her tongue out, holding back her sobs, that warmth of change seeping from her body as she was forced to clean his cock with her tongue. She lapped and gagged at the taste, trying not to think too much about what she was doing, but it was far from the end of her torture, even as he made a point to make her clean the smeg, the oldest, dirtiest of deposits, from around the head of his cock.

Done with her, he dressed her again for her place as brood mother, though Athela had no desire to know what that was, not yet, not while she was still processing her horror. Yet a bra and panties, found elsewhere in the castle and stretched to fit her, were filled with orc cum, wet and squelching against her skin as she was forced to wear them for his pleasure.

“This way," he growled, “you will remember your place."

And she surely would…even though there was too much more still to come…

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Of course, Fidguf did not stop using Athela's body after he had bred her the once: that would have been ridiculous. He had a prize to savour and he took her every chance he got, not needing to do much more to cement his hold on the capital city of the kingdom, his armies spreading out to take the nearby large towns. A usurper would have to challenge him personally and Fidguf was already an orc who had accomplished more than the mountain clans had in centuries. He was a force to be reckoned with, though challengers would come – later.

On all fours, Athela was forced to take him, her breasts stuffed into another bra, though that one was just as wet and sloppy with orc cum as the first. She clenched her jaw tightly shut, not wanting to make a sound as he railed her, his cock driving sloppily into her pussy. She had not tightened up again properly after the first time, and he slammed deep, his hips bouncing off her larger, softer buttocks with every stroke. The lewd “pap-pap" sound of his flesh impacting hers filled the room, louder than even the drum of her heartbeat in her ears.

He thrust hard, gripping her hips to drag her bodily back on to his cock, Athela squirming and squealing, hating the way she sounded even then. Her pride forced her to heave, to retch, to fight with all her might to get away from him, even as the new rolls of fat on her body wobbled and twitched with every rampant thrust of the orc's dick.

“Unff… Nggghhhh…"

He even grunted like a beast as he slammed into her, finally bellowing and climaxing with a lewd, wet slop of cum into her. And it was then that her body ached with transformation again, coming every time he climaxed – but growing slowly between rounds too. Her weight expanded, the girth of her belly bloating out and out and out to the point that not even her late husband's clothes would have fit her.

Her breasts filled out, starting at the size of oranges, though he had ripped her clothes so badly that they didn't need to spill over any underwear she still had on her: everything was shredded. Yet they swiftly blossomed to the size of grapefruits, her nipples puffier as they swelled. Even then, Athela was conscious of the weight of them on her chest, how they shifted more with her movements than they had before.

Athela didn't feel human anymore, not as he fucked her through the day, leaving her concerned with breathing alone, as if that was the one thing left she could control.

A lot of weight clung to her breasts and her buttocks, though her hips swelled too, down to her thighs, giving her a vastly curvaceous, thick figure. Yet her backside expanded as he fucked her in every position under the son, even holding her up against the wall of what had been her bedchamber with her legs splayed out on either side of him. Her hips seemed to expand too, the bones able to press out a little further than before, perhaps with her pelvis adjusting too.

But Athela was not aware of that, not as she groaned and licked her lips, panting heavily, holding on to the moment, remembering her breath, the heave and pull of her chest. But as her pussy grew too, pumping up thickly with big, expansive folds, with every climax he dumped into her fertile body, the sensitivity increased too.

And with a pussy that sensitive and raw, just how could she not give in to him, bit by bit? Her nipples swelled as the orc bit at them ravenously, forcing her to bend backwards as he held her in his arms, out towards the middle of the bedchamber. Her nipples inflated and, dimly, she knew that he had to be cumming inside her even then, though it was becoming very different for Athela to tell what was happening with so many sensations battering for dominance.

Hair puffed up around her nipples, which extended and grew longer, more prominent: better for the orc to bite and suckle hungrily on. Yet he was in the pursuit of pleasure too, even if he was very rough with her, her pussy so swollen by that point that Athela could not have even closed her legs if she'd wanted to.

Even her facial hair grew, her bushy eyebrows swelling and darkening, fattening up like caterpillars on her face. They easily overshadowed her eyes and Athela grunted, taking some time to get used to the tickling, prickling pressure of it in place.

Yet she'd have time enough for that, oh yes. All with Fidguf.

As heat swamped her, losing track of the days as she ate a little and was fucked a lot, her body changed, desiring the orc. She couldn't tell if it was only her body or her mind too, though her fleshy body didn't appear all that human anymore, not as her skin tone changed to become a little more orc-like in a shade of blue-grey, rougher and almost wrinkly in places. She even grew hair all over, thicker across her shoulders and down her back, though it came down her front and chest too, dipping between her breasts.

It had to have been over two weeks since he started fucking her that her Reeth changed, growing chunky and tusk-like, though they were not as big as those of a true orc. For Athela was becoming so much greater than that, transformed and brutalised, fucked against her will, even as the former queen began crying out for him.

“Mmmm… Nnnnggghhhh…"

She lost herself, crawling and dragging her bloated body over the collapsed remains of the bed, further tapestries and fine blankets thrown over it, as if that would change anything about the squalor of the mating room it had become. Fidguf… Yes, he was the only one she craved, the only one she needed, hungering for him, drooling thickly around her small tusks.

“Unff… Fuuuuck…meee…"

She grunted, barely able to move with the new weight of her body, for her muscles had not transformed to catch up with that need. It simply was not needed, not when he was making her into the brood mother for his wicked ways.

He forced her to rest on the bloated round of her fat stomach as he fucked her, ramming his cock into a pussy that was still tight for him, but better-used to taking his meaty length. The orc bellowed and spat in his own language as he slammed into her, using her as nothing more than a vessel into which he could breed and unload every drop of seed in his balls. Her pussy gaped around his cock, lewdly stretched, aching for him even when he was not already inside her.

Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, having swollen increasingly, now up to the size of cantaloupes, though they were a delicacy in the kingdom. Her nipples wobbled with every thrust, the rolls of flesh layering her body something new for Athela to grow used to. Yet only time with Fidguf, ultimately, would bring that all to pass.

Athela howled out her orgasm, barely present in reality, as he unloaded inside her and another wave of transformations demanded her body grow to meet him, to do everything for him. His seed poured into her, bloating out her lower abdomen more and more, though it was hard to see until it was extreme with all the rolls of fat grossly layering her body. She tried to shift, barely able to get her knees under her, as her womb expanded with cum, willingly expanding increasingly as he practically inflated her with it.

It was needed, all so very much so, and she panted heavily, dragging in breath after breath to her aching, fervent lungs. For Athela still needed to breathe, despite everything, desperate for his lust, to keep his cock inside her pussy every moment she possibly could.

Vaguely, as she found herself on her knees another day (the light had changed), Athela wondered how recognisable she would be anymore. She could still think – yet her thoughts had narrowed down to wanting him and his cum, over and over again. It was more devout in her mind than the need for food ever had been, even when the kingdom had been in a time of famine.

Orc cum, the magic within it, was simply that potent, though it was far, far too late for Athela to evade the effects of it, if she had even been privy to the harm it could do in the first place. Few fucked by orcs even survived.

She moaned out his name and squeezed her tits around his cock, huge and swollen, more than enough to engulf his length, even when that never would have been the case before. Giving him a boobjob was just another act of service she could perform for the powerful orc, her conqueror, even if her warped, twisted mind would never quite see him as her saviour.

No… That was something very, very different indeed. Something that wouldn't come for her, not even if her son returned.

His shaft powered up between her tits as he forced her to tip backwards, though her nipples were leaking, milk practically spurting from her tits as she was stimulated even through that act alone. Yet Athela had to please him, had to do everything she could to get his cock back inside her all over again.

For that was all she craved, the bristling heat of orgasm warping her barely humanoid body, even if she was changing further and further.

As the orc spent his seed, ejaculating crudely over her head and neck, long, hot shots of seed coating her hair where it had already clumped together. Yet transformation wracked her body all the same as more streams of milk poured down her chest, almost cleaning her skin in the wake of its passing, mixing with the bodily fluids pooling under her. Her flesh bulged and rippled as something pressed out under her arms, her back cracking and bones coming into new positions.

Yet Athela didn't have to be privy to that, oh no, not in the slightest, not as another pair of arms sprouted from below the first, giving her more of an insectoid appearance. Yet that was all meant to be as she heaved and a deep, dark part of her psyche flickered in horror at what she was, what she had become. Even then, she still needed Fidguf, still yearned for his cum, the hot slop of it down her body intoxicatingly wonderful, more than she could have ever thought she'd needed, all for herself.

He kept his cock between her tits, using her as a living doll to fuck. Sometimes it was debatable as to whether or not Fidguf realised she was there at all, taking only the soft rolls of her body for pleasure and the hole between her legs. Her pussy bulged and strained between her thighs as she was forced to kneel with her legs far apart, eyes half-closed, every fibre of her being craving him, completely and utterly.

New fingers twisted and curled, horrific in their execution, the flesh of the fingers plump, like sausages. Even fat pooled around the heel of her hand, making it useless for more dextrous tasks – but perfect for pleasing Fidguf and being the brood mother to his infuriating, cruel ways.

So, her body was all as he needed, even as more breasts swelled and bloated out below her “natural" pair, though there was nothing all that natural left of them there. Her breasts had easily swelled beyond the size of watermelons, though the new ones came in varying sizes, from grapefruit to even larger, as if they all had a meaning of their own. Even then, the weight of the new tits, lopsided and awkward, threw Athela off balance. The pull of skin stretching and straining ached deeply through her, yet she had to stay in place for him, down on her knees for him, subservient. Athela was not even his queen, just a hole.

“Unff…"

She moaned as her tits grew, swelling and inflating, the new nipples just like the transformed first two: elongated and hairy, dark with a halo of hair. They strained and bristled as if demanding attention, yet Fidguf was caught up in his own needs, as the orc always was. And there was no reason for him to consider her in the slightest, not even as Athela's will crumbled before him, aching for him, wanting him deeply and desperately.

And yet…she could not take him, not in any way, for her own. Her cheeks plumped out with new flesh, distorting her features, but that was not Athela's focus in her transformation, no. Not at all, not as she groaned and shifted her weight, slinking down closer to the ground, fat spilling out around her. Yet it was in her belly too, pushing out even her new breasts, though the heave of new flesh weighed Athela down more and more.

“Mmmph… Uh… Please…"

She gargled out the words, his cum painting her lips, her stomach bloating out more and more and more. Yet it was not like when she was being filled with cum, no, not in the slightest. It was a squashier, softer kind of bloat, one that rounded out her stomach while still allowing the fat to spill down, to pull the weight of it forward.

Athela groaned, lips parted, not even daring to close her mouth. She had to please him, after all, for that was all her life had become, narrowing down to one of lust and transformations, losing control.

Had she ever truly been in control to begin with?

Her belly gurgled and rumbled as flesh bloomed out, her belly button pointing down with the sheer weight of her stomach. There was too much all over her to focus on, his cock thrusting and grinding between her tits, even sliding a little lower to make use of her others. More hair bristled down her arms and her thighs, across her buttocks, itching and tickling as it burst to life across her body.

Yet it could not be the focus, no… Not one thing could be the focus, not in the slightest, not as she moaned and grunted, as if she was no more than a beast and an orc herself. She didn't know how that could be so, no… But it was, truly, one way or the other.

She had fallen so far, so desperately so. And there was no way back up again, not as Fidguf wrenched her head back by the hair, a sharp burst of pain flaring through her, and stuffed his cock into her open mouth.

That would have been impossible before, but she still parted her lips impossibly wide around him, lips stretching to accommodate every gulp of his cock. Her heart surged and she swallowed around him as that beast of a dick drove fervently into the back of her throat, a bulge showing as it pushed down.

“Unff-ack!"

Athela's eyes watered, yet she didn't have to do anything, settled there, letting him use her, letting him fuck her. Her new arms trembled as muscle swelled down the length of them, though the former queen would not have been able to stand if she had even been in a position to do so in the first place. But she had to use them, had to please him, squeezing in close to him as she groped and grabbed at his body, finding his nuts and squeezing them. Even then, she marvelled in the sheer overload of cum bloating them out, so deliciously fat and full. They seemed to re-fill themselves despite everything, regardless of how many times over he climaxed, giving her the gift of his seed over and over again.

Which was exactly what Athela needed as she groaned and jacked him off, cradling his nuts with true devotion, eager for all Fidguf could give her, need swelling like her transformation, her inflation, everything out of her control. Even her tits, by that time, were nothing more than heaving sacks of flesh, wobbling on her body, some others, the smaller pairs, appearing plump and round, as if they still had the vibrancy of youth on their side.

The next days saw her transforming again, more fat added to her body, her tits huge and sagging, though the upper ones remained the largest and the heaviest still. Maybe it was a balance thing, though she was pleased with her transformation. In a way, even though it was all for Fidguf, it felt more like she was becoming another version of herself, a better version.

A version that existed, solely and completely, to serve Fidguf above all else.

Still sapient, she could think. Yet even Athela could not deny that no one who didn't know her before would have been able to recognise her. Her hair was the same colour but lank and damp, moulded to her head with the sheer volume of cum she had taken over her head, transforming it into something more like an insect's exoskeleton, just in a helmet over her head. Her face was round and fat, lips gaping, though a different kind of hunger rose inside her, her stomach huge and inflated – empty inside and craving every form of sustenance that she could take down into it.

No more did she think of her son… He was no son of hers. He hadn't come for her, had not been able to rescue her from the orc warlord. So why should he feature in her mind in the slightest? Her attachment to him, bit by bit, shivered and broke and she moaned, her huge buttocks extending out further and further, yet managing to hold their shape and form, despite the huge transformations rolling through her.

Fidguf fucked her on her back, holding her legs apart, toes pointed out to the sides, though Athela barely even saw her feet anymore. They were not needed, only transporting her, sometimes, from one place to another when Fidguf wanted to move her around the bedroom. The wall was ripped out to her bathroom, so she was able to relieve herself but Athela knew that was more because orcs did not excrete where they fucked: in that way, they still had some level of hygiene.

But Fidguf was more intoxicatingly savage than she ever could have imagined, groaning as he pounded her, legs spread, the massive spire of his cock pounding her inflated pussy. Rolls of flesh wobbled over her body with the force of every stroke he had for her, though she yearned for more, so much more. As he slammed deep and climaxed inside her, ropes of hot seed painted her pussy, swelling out her womb all over again.

“Unnngghhhh…"

She was used to her belly being inflated by that point, whether he was forcing her womb or her actual stomach to expand. Yet it thrilled her each and every time, the trembling force of expansion clawing at her psyche, a part of her so desperate for it she simply could not think of anything else at all.

The strain of his cum filling her drew her attention from everything else, as if nothing else in the world existed. Outside that room, Athela was not sure anything existed, truly, her body gross and obese, far from humanoid, balancing differently even though she still walked, somewhat, on two legs. But there was a definite insectoid look to her, despite her grey flesh with the blue hint to it, the rolls of flesh almost making an insect's abdomen, particularly with how her backside jutted out behind her.

Athela trembled under him, letting out a low, guttural moan, her legs aching furiously, though she had everything she needed with his cock stretching her cunt wider. She could be wider too, even more stretchy than she already was, all to take his massive length of meat deep into her pussy. Her juices slopped out messily around his prick, mixed with his seed, though the concoction there was not one that anyone would have wanted to replicate.

“Mmph… More… Please…"

She grunted, begging him, the orc leaning over her with a smirk on his lips.

“Ah, my brood queen," he all but crooned, though there was no softness in his tone, no, not at all. “So slutty… Perfect for my cock. You never really wanted to be a queen, did you? What would your son think of you now?"

“Guhhhh…"

Athela's stomach bloated out and out and out, rising higher, even rubbing against Fidguf's own as it inflated with cum. His mess of seed sloshed into her, letting her take the gurgling swell of it, moaning deeply in the back of her throat.

“Yes… Uh… Don't… No son… No son…"

For she didn't remember Briar, no… Well, only vaguely. A curl of humiliation sank into her stomach, coiling around her guts, but it was of no real matter there, no, not at a time like that. She didn't love him anymore, no, broken from him, the relationship they'd had, especially after her late husband had passed on.

“Need…warlord…breeder…"

“Yes… You need my cock, my cum… Dirty whore queen…"

She should have felt small and meek at his humiliation and yet Fidguf made her feel strong, devout in her worship of him, hungering for his cum. He fed her, yes, but she ached for more, her stomach gurgling and bloating as the turgid rise of it swelled higher and higher. It grossly outsized her, comically larger than she was, pushing back over her breasts as it sought space to grow into.

And the orc didn't stop fucking her, lewd splatters of cum sloshing from around his meat as he ploughed her fat pussy, the hyper folds squelching around his cock. She'd got used to having a bloated pussy like that, enjoying the extra sensation.

Of course, behind her overfilled, cum inflated stomach, lay a pregnancy too. Oh, he'd told her, but it was not Athela's focus. They would be born in due course, but she hoped only that it would not take her away from her breeder orc all that much. She needed cum-feeding from her studly orc overlord, the warlord she'd needed long before he had even first thought of invading the kingdom.

Later that day, when twilight was darkening outside the walls of the kingdom, he fed her another load of his cum, slamming his prick down her throat as she hacked and gagged deliriously around his length. A load of semen straight down her throat, however, was only the start of it as it sloshed into her still inflated stomach, so heavy and overfilled that it kept her in place, down on her knees.

“Unff…" She whined as he pulled back from her face, his cock wiping off on her cheek as she coughed up cum. “Need…more…"

“Oh, what a hungry whore my breeder is…" Fidguf rumbled with a smirk. “Here… You'll be fine…"

He had the servants, those that had been forced to remain, wheel in a massive cart laden with food, from whole cooked chickens to legs of beef and lamb, all kinds of vegetables, sopping and dripping with sauce. Oh, it was time to indulge and he dragged her down on to his cock, sitting behind her to impale her pussy all over again, her bellows echoing through the entire castle.

“Yesssss…" She hissed, licking her lips with a lewd, wet smack. “Feeeed meeeee… Mooooorrreeee…"

She didn't know how to convey to Fidguf just what she needed from him, though the orc warlord knew how to take care of the brood mother, yes. More cum, more cock, more feeding. She bucked and rode his cock weakly, needing a gargantuan effort just to thrust her pussy down on his length, though orgasm after orgasm was still hers to take. As ecstasy washed through her, he shoved meat into her mouth, skin still on the cooked fowl, and she devoured it sloppily, messily, all the same.

“Unnngghhhh…"

Athela groaned, lost in the moment. She couldn't think of anything else, not at all, not when her pussy ached around his cock, taking him deep. It was right to have him inside her, but her body rumbled and groaned with further weight gain, more pounds added the more food travelled down her gullet into the pit of her ravenous belly. She couldn't take care of herself, having to rely on Fidguf as sauce trickled down her chin and on to her breasts, bucking her hips faintly, losing herself.

She didn't remember her son, didn't need to. He was no more than a man to her, someone in her past who no longer meant anything to her, no. It was not important, not in the slightest, not as she rumbled and devoured potatoes like they were going out of fashion, chunks falling off as he stuffed too many into her mouth at once. Her hairy nipples bobbed with the shift and sway of her body and her eyes seemed sunken in her face as she greedily sucked down every morsel of food Fidguf was genial enough to give her.

“Unff… Gnnghhh… More…"

She begged for it, not knowing who she was, not knowing that, once, she had been a proud queen. Fidguf laughed, his stomach trembling against her back, as he fed her more, fine fruits that squelched and slopped down her face and chest, too soft to be easily handled. They only served to make more mess and, although she tried to blink and pull back a little, feeling her stomach to be full, he forced her on.

“Eat more… I'll give you climax…"

“Unngghhh… So full… Need cum…"

She whined, shaking her head. Her body ached for his seed – yet he would only give it to her if she ate! Torn between pushing her body past the point that it felt like it couldn't take any more food down into her stomach and pleasing him, there was only one option left to Athela.

So, she ate and ate, tears rolling down her cheeks as climax hit her, her body clenching around him, no other world existing. Yet she had to be there, moaning out long and low, the mess of food around them and waste from the scraps increasing with every passing minute.

If she got to fuck him, from him feeding her, her rolls of fat trembling and swelling out, so she challenged the walls of her former bedchamber, it was all worth it.

At least to Athela.

*

However, notice of what had happened to the capital and the castle did not bypass Briar's attention and he cursed, racing home to reclaim the land that had been so close to his heart. Swords clashed and the orcs were beaten back, his army still near full might. On home ground, he understood the lay of the land better, able to use the underground system of tunnels to overcome the orcs, sending them plummeting into traps.

Still, many good men were lost during the course of the long siege, even if he finally managed to fight his way through the horde of orcs in the castle, laying waste to what they had claimed. Few of the original castle staff remained and Briar's heart ached for them, enslaved, even as he darted into the secret passages hidden within the walls of the castle, seeking his mother.

Would she even still be alive? He didn't know, but he had to keep going, had to keep trying, fighting through until he came out behind the curtain hanging near the entrance to his mother's private chambers.

The first thing that hit him was the stench, old food and sex and musk assaulting his nostrils as he fought not to hack and gag, giving away his position. Briar would have recoiled and left, choosing another avenue, but his eyes locked on to what his mother had become.

The walls separating the chambers of her private quarters had been broken down, his mother sprawled out through two, perhaps three of them, her body hugely and grossly bloated. He only knew who she was for her hair, the gleam of her eyes, seeing her humanity in there still – or maybe that was all wishful thinking. She seemed to be standing, but leaning back, the orc behind her, though Fidguf was almost dwarfed by the sheer volume of fat on her, the heaving swell of her stomach spilling down.

There was too much to take in, from even how her upper pubic area, which was a strange place to focus on all by itself, was fatty and swollen, to the multiple breasts spilling milk, mixing with the dirt and bodily fluids covering the rest of her too. The beast that his mother had become roared, a demonic slob, monstrous in her presentation as the warlord fucked her rampantly from behind. He grunted as he slammed into her, sending rippling waves through her hugely obese body, clutching her oversized buttocks to drag her back on his dick.

“What… Mother…"

His lower jaw fell slack even as steel resolve closed around his heart. He had to protect her, had to save her!

Even Athela knew she had grown, that she had become something of an insectoid-mammal with her huge arse and hips and legs sticking out behind her body, entirely changing her centre of balance. No more could she walk normally – but why would she ever have wanted to do that? She groaned as Fidguf unloaded another filling of cum into her, even more breasts squashed between the fat rolls on her body, not just the original six that had been in some of her first transformations. Truth be told, Athela almost didn't care what the transformations were, as long as they made her more pleasing and suitable for Fidguf, the warlord she lusted for, day and night.

She barely even slept, the huge rolls of sagging fat trembling over her body. She had enough time to rest when Fidguf did, which was not all that much time at all.

Her son stared at her, though he shouldn't have been looking at her so intently, not even in that state of undress and horror, not sure where one part of her body ended and another begun. He grunted, trying to say something, though his mother's eyes grazed over his.

“Mother… Please…"

Even her skin was leathery, grey and blue, patchy, half transformed. She didn't look like a human anymore. She didn't even look like she was “something else" – just a beast in-between forms, forever trapped that way in endless, grumbling transformations.

“Mother, don't you recognise me?"

“Uhhhh…" She growled, licking her lips, the taste of Fidguf's cum still in her mouth. “No… No one…"

She blinked at him but did not care for the fact her son was right there before her. What did that matter to her? Oh, no… She didn't care… He was no son of hers, oh no.

“You're my mother."

“I'm not."

She laughed, spitting saliva and cum, shaking her head. Her hair did not move, the hard shell of it covering the back of her head and neck, a lewd grin stretching her lips wider than they should ever have naturally gone.

“No…son…"

For she truly didn't feel any love for him, digging an extra pair of legs, with pointed ends, like those of a spider, into the ground, hauling herself forward slightly just to see him better. Fidguf wouldn't allow it, however, snarling as he ground into her backside, his cock plunging brutally into her pussy, though she was a better fit for him those days. Still, there was nothing much better for the orc in the world other than a tight pussy to fuck, even if the warlord was quite satisfied with the brood mother and all she had done for him, for the cause of the orcs.

He had conquered… Reaping the spoils of his conquering was all he needed to do in the aftermath of that.

“Mother… You love me, you know me! Mother, please!"

But Briar's cries fell on deaf ears as he approached, his sword levelled, yet he would never have used it against his mother. Athela, however, only grunted again, the orc's cock slapping lewdly into her swollen, transformed cunt, and shook her head minutely back and forth.

“Only love… Fidguf. Love Fidguf. Guuuuhhhh…"

She groaned, climaxing again and grabbing the wall to heft her upper body up as much as she could. In that manner, she showed off her hyper pussy, the swollen folds of flesh making her “normal" legs strain apart so very crudely, drawing even more attention to the bloated rumble of fat covering her pubic area. There was hair there too, darker and thicker than her natural blonde hair, though it was nowhere near enough to cover all that had come of her transformation down there.

Even if Briar had never seen his mother like that before, of course, he knew something big had changed, that his mother was different – and perhaps never would quite be the same ever again.

“Heh…heh…" Athela laughed, pausing between breaths. “No man…can fill this hole."

He was no son of hers, no, just someone who thoughts they could take her away from Fidguf. And, no, she wouldn't have that, no. Not when the orc was a much better breeder than anyone else in the whole land, not even constraining herself to the mere bounds of the kingdom.

No suitor would take her away, no… Fidguf was only for her, yes. She was only for Fidguf.

Her love for him may have been twisted and warped but, well…it was a fraught kind of relationship, in a way. It was something she had been forced into and she could do only live through it, her mind as broken and as transformed as her body had been. It was only more difficult to see how far a mind had fallen.

And Athela had fallen, so very far, her hyper pussy trembling like a ball between her legs, needing the orc's attention and his alone. She laughed, her amusement bouncing off the walls, though her soft, voluptuous body absorbed some of the noise, for there were few soft furnishings left in the chambers that she had once called her own.

Now, they were just her breeding chambers. Where she fucked and fed and fucked again.

Briar recoiled, gagging. That… No… It was his mother, but she couldn't be his mother. But he still had a sense of duty towards her! He couldn't just leave her, not like that, no… He had to do something for her!

Finally, Fidguf pulled his massive prick free of her sodden pussy, a slop of cum pouring out in the wake of his shaft. He bellowed, lunging for Briar with his fists alone, though Briar was ready for him and he had the upper hand. The orc was drunk on sex, too caught up in breeding his brood mother he had not been ready to fight and defend, no, not in the slightest.

They clashed and Briar squirmed away from the might of the beast, trying to stay as far away from his mother as possible. As they fought, he still slipped in the mess of bodily fluids, cursing as it soaked into his clothes, some of it even getting into his mouth, though his heart pounded so viciously that he barely even registered it.

It was kill or be killed as he and the orc circled one another, Briar using his smaller size and agility to his best advantage, worming his way around the orc's onslaught, heaving and panting. The stench of the room and the heady, overpowering aroma of sex lingering in the air made his task even more difficult, though there was only one end that Briar could see.

That or death for him, of course. For he could no longer live with his heart aching for his poor, dear mother as it was, even though she said she didn't love him anymore.

She didn't mean it.

_ _

But she did. And Briar would have to live with that for the rest of his life.

“Gah!"

He lunged, spotting and opening, scoring the orc down his arm and sending the beast bellowing. Briar followed up with a slash to his stomach – and drove through with his blade, twisting it so the point dug into his belly, spilling precious blood. The dull roar of the orc's shook even the foundations of the castle and Briar's heart leapt, although the battle for him, what he needed to do for his mother, was only just beginning.

Fidguf staggered away, blood pouring from the gaping wound in his side. Yet it was orc magic, what ran through his veins and his semen, that kept him alive. It would take a lot more than that to kill an orc and Briar's final blow had been skilfully placed: harsh enough to wound severely and weaken him.

He had Fidguf hauled down to the dungeons, chained and broken, the orc reaping the sordid spoils of all he had wreaked. He could not reap such havoc in the kingdom without facing repercussions for his actions and if he controlled the warlord, it turned out the army of orcs would follow his lead instead…

Acquiring more bodies for the weakened army, well… It was a priority, after all, even if they came from a strange means. They had to rebuild and the orcs were strong workers, at the very least. There was little else good Briar could say about them, considering how public opinion of them in the kingdom had sunk.

Briar refused to consider that he had become a warlord in himself, no. That would have been heathen behaviour, scandalous, even if he had only done it to save the kingdom that he loved so much. He wished he'd never left, even as the heavy iron door slammed closed on Fidguf, locked up in the dungeons, down on his knees with his arms bound above his head, kept alive but barely. Potions from the castle spellcasters, who had returned after the orc's capture, kept him weakened and under Briar's control, for an orc was still a fearsome challenge to overcome, even in such a state.

He tried to care for his mother, though knew himself to be repulsed by her, not growing any more used to Athela's grotesque new body, overfilling her bedchamber and squashing into the hearth like she was trying to fill up every last little space. When she stood, her head came up against the ceiling, the roiling swathes of fat and new limbs on her body boosting her higher, a monster in every way.

Days passed, turning into weeks, striving to find attendants willing to help with her, though it was all to no avail. No one could stay for long enough, not when her eyes shone as they did, the orc's spell broken but her heart left fractured in the wake of it, calling out for Fidguf day and night.

She was broken, twisted, corrupted beyond all recognition. Even after Fidguf had been captured and locked away, she was not herself. She became a little more how she had been regarding language skills, blinking and speaking somewhat more clearly, but she did not see him as her son still, even as Briar tried to find a way for her to live again.

“I'll look after you, mother… I promise…"

He'd tried to clothe her, of course, but there was nothing that would fit Athela that resembled normal clothing and she shunned everything, roaring and snarly, hungering for something Briar would never be able to provide.

“Where is Fidguf?" She howled, clawing her away across the ground towards him, heavy manacles around her wrists, though they had not yet been chained to anything. “Need… Fidguf… Where is he? Where is my breeder?"

“Mother!"

He reeled backwards, slamming the door on her, for, even then, Briar had to protect himself. He couldn't just ignore his mother, but he had to understand that she was not herself and she was not in the way she had been before.

They tried and tried to revert her to her normal form, even though his spell of obscene transformation dwindled a little more as time passed, allowing her to speak and to look out the windows, to try to replicate the life, in a way, she'd had before. Yet her form did not change, not in the slightest, the gross bloating of fat weighing her down, even though her muscles had strained and managed to better use her body in the months since her initial transformation.

Eventually, they'd had to get the spellcasters to transport her, at night, down into the depths of the castle – far from Fidguf, of course. He couldn't have the two of them meeting again, for his mother seemed to long for the orc and had no warm feelings left towards her son at all.

Hidden away in the belly of the castle where her growls and groans still shook the walls, he fought to find a cure, losing hope, little by little, day by day.

But Briar had to try, crowned the new king and resolving to protect every citizen of the kingdom from ever going through an invasion like what they had been forced through so far.

*

Years later…

_ _

The king smiled as he welcomed his new queen to the castle, a gorgeous, brunette beauty who held the poise of his mother and the sharpness of wit too. She would be wonderful in diplomacy and, well, Briar was fortunate he had married for love as well as politics, joining two kingdoms.

They all knew him as a legendary orc slayer, the one who had taken back the kingdom, their protector. Only some of that was true, for there were still memories of all the trials the kingdom had gone through when the orcs had invaded them, though many inhabitants liked that the orcs were technically enslaved by them. As long as they could control them, they were brutes for hard labour and didn't even need to be abused to get the heavy work done out of them. Sending them out to war as cannon fodder saved human lives and the orcs thrived on battle and bloodshed.

So, everyone was happy. Well, mostly.

The beasts, of course, were still not to be trusted… And there were secrets remaining that Briar had not even told his new queen. Two that he had initially kept apart had come back together too, all so he could gain more orcs for his armies, so many powerful bodies to lock in his hold on the kingdom and terrify neighbouring lands.

As she explored the castle, she stumbled on to a narrow hallway and staircase, leading down and down and down. She should never have followed it, but she was going to have to find out about the secret of the castle sooner or later, so she did anyway.

It was her right to know, even if she could have found out through another means.

And, finally, the new queen came upon the hidden chamber, the reek of an unwashed body hitting her, though the brood mother's hide cleansed her somewhat as it was. It was just one of many benefits of being a transformed hybrid, the brood mother to so much more, on her back with her buttocks sticking out before her body, her legs up in the air as Fidguf stood before her, crudely fucking her obscenely swollen pussy without a care in the world.

Even though they were both chained, magical runes lining the manacles to keep them entrapped, they were happier like that, staring into one another's eyes as they took their pleasure from one another. The new queen stood frozen as the orc beast slammed into her with a bellowing groan, spilling his load into her as her abdomen swelled, even the fattier, heavier area around her crotch swelling with the headiness of his load.

It had to go somewhere, after all…

“Unff… Breed me… Fidguf… My… Fidguf…"

Athela moaned for him, though all she knew was her breeding, her feeding. There was no more for her, nothing else, and she was content with her existence. She didn't remember anything that had come before, didn't need to, for her world was just as it needed to be, her swollen pussy gripping his dick as her breasts spilled more and more milk, streaming down her tits, though they only added to the sordidness of the situation.

The new queen stared, back and out of danger, watching the brood mother's unfathomable lust rise. It ruled her, though the new queen could not understand that, not as Athela and Fidguf fucked without a care at all for their audience.

Eventually, however, she could not stay longer, revolted by the scene before her and wondering exactly what kind of castle she had got into. Yet Athela was not able to control the lustful urges of her new body, not one bit, and allowed the orc to ravage her repeatedly, the only “mate" she could ever have wanted in life.

She ached for him, craving him, lusting for him.

At least the new queen would know what the groans were wracking the castle, day and night. But that would be little comfort to her as she lay in bed with her new husband, who had a lot of explaining to do to her as to the state of the castle and his mother's fate.

In forced mutation, the kingdom would never be the same again.