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Lancel curbed his rage as he finally trotted his horse out of his old home, the young man tried to control his breathing and his will as he considered the enormity of the quest he was about to take. His own father had been taken away from him at an unfairly young age, but now he would get to make things right, he would be able to kill that ogre who had made him suffer so severely.

Lancel's mother was among the first to come out and give him a goodbye, hugging him warmly and softly, offering small advice to his ear as he solemnly looked beyond himself into the great blue yonder he would have to ride into when things were over. 'Be weary, my young man. These beasts can be quite ingenious a rather devious, not to mention monstrously strong"

“I know,' he said, nodding slightly as he reared up his horse “This is what I have been training for. I will return with an extra skull behind my horse, or not at all' he swore, hugging his mother tightly against his armor and then riding his horse out, his entire suit clanging as loudly as the suit worn by his horse, both of them going out with a simultaneous cacophony.

The ride was long and fairly arduous, but nothing all that notable happened, just the usual problems with the horse getting tired or water becoming scarce. Lancel slept with a few farm families who would take his gold before he finally reaches the border with the ogreish kingdoms, breathing in deeply as he knew the final step in his journey was coming. His horse cantered.it was night when he was coming to the great hall, remembering everything he had had to have done in order to reach this point, all of the different ways he had to train his body and devote his life to get here.

The place was spooky, but Lancel found surprisingly little actual resistance. All who he encountered seemed to revere him for reasons he couldn't quite understand, they would aim their eyes at the ground rather than at his face, and as a general thing the monstrous ogres refused to make contact with him. He found the entire race positively revolting. They were mannerless, unbathed, barely clothed, cultureless, godless, and overall just smelly. The fat didn't help either, they all looked like they would be revolting even if they were humans, and he could only imagine what abominable things they must have eaten to gain such bulk.

He just sighed, though. The king of ogres had apparently made a line for him to pass through, and so did he pass between columns of ogres in his quest to find his father's slayer, passing through the great ranks of the creatures before he finally stopped at the base of the ogre king's throne. “Hello, great king" he said, sliding up the faceplate of his helmet. The great beast was 15 feet tall or so, much higher than he had expected, but he knew that he had to fight no matter how scared he may have been “I have come here to slay you, I would suggest you prepare yourself for battle before I come at thee"

“Why would I do that?" the ogre king asked, getting out of his chair and looking directly at the young knight. The face was disturbingly, frighteningly familiar, so much so that the night nearly fell off his horse. It was his father, but that was impossible! His father was dead! True, he had never seen the body, but an honorable man such as he would have returned long ago if he were somehow stuck in this land, and would have taken death before the honor of transfiguration

“Why do you take his face?" the young knight sneered at the disgusting mirror of his relative, trying to find whatever he could in those eyes that would set the figure apart from his true father, but he found that there was not much beside the standard ogreish features. In a way he supposed the old man was sort of handsome, he had certain features that made Lancel feel strange.

“You are so ignorant, my boy' the king said with a vicious smile'' I am a monster, true, but I am also your trueborn father. I was as a man once, but the Ogre gods chose me to be the man who would eventually unite all of humanity under the great hand of their will" he released an absolutely abhorrent smile “But first, I will need a seed. And that seed must be pure. Pure beyond my ability to give, dear boy. And that will involve you, and me, making our personal army of our own personal children, a new race of people who will be able to skirt the line between man and monster, just like we do every day!

“You Are insane?" the son said, backing up as he looked at the ogre. Suddenly violence seemed like the wrong course of action, the way the ogre was talking to him scared him on a deeper, more visceral level, He was no longer scared of getting hurt, he was scared of becoming something he had not been before “I warn thee, if you harm me…" he didn't know how to finish.

“I know" the ogre said before raising his hands “But I will not harm, I shall transform! You are to be something beyond what you are, you are to be a beautiful, perfect, fertile ogrish wife" he said before closing his eyes and chanting in a language that Lancel had never heard before in his life. The effects on his feelings were immediate, strange, and more than a bit hurtful, causing him to jerk around and moan in anguish from the way he was feeling himself...transform. He felt like he was becoming something else but...a woman? An ogrish woman?

No, that was impossible. He was a man, and such transformations did not happen in the natural world. He closed his eyes and slapped his horse, cantering away and out of the great open hall as he screamed in pain, his body dragging across the stone and grass until he was out of range and started feeling himself up.

The king laughed in his throne, content in his knowledge that he had caused the transformation to begin as well as a havoc that transcended all that he had previously caused. Truly he was expecting to have a prize that no one had ever had before, he knew that in time he would have an honest claim to his own son's beautiful female body.

Lancel fell off his horse in time, breathing hard as he felt his muscles tense and his body convulse. There it was, coming to him like a hurricane or something. His face started transforming first, it felt like, and then he had to roll over. He could feel his body stretching inside of his armor, and then the buckling started, pieced flew right off of him into the void of knight as he rolled around on the ground, feeling fat expand first and muscle under it as his body kept on extending itself.

He didn;t even manage to get on his knees or anything, he just kept rolling until he was able to get on his belly. His breastplate was still on, but suddenly his belly became too big and the straps keeping it together snapped. He roared in pain, finding that he had new canines in his mouth, long ones that made him sound different...and then his chest started expanding.

The tits themselves looked nice enough at first, and they came out with enough force to make him stand on his two feet, slightly off balance with huge knockers right in front of him, and when he stepped back his ass grew, so violent was the growth that his undergarments flew right off and he was naked save for a few scraps of clothing that clung to his body. He ran through the grass and began to scream, finding that he was getting heavier and more awkward with every step, sinking further into the grass as his center of gravity started getting lower and his head started getting higher. He had to stop by a standing stone.

The resting knight breathed in and out a few times as he felt the cold rock against himself, trying to consider just what may have caused him to feel so...terrible and look so monstrous. He saw that his genitalia were, for some reason, shrinking while the rest of him was growing. He grasped at his crotch, only for his belly to suddenly burst out again! This time his midsection was getting so large that he was unable to look at his crotch at all, no matter how he bent or pressed his body around.

The former man screamed at the moon, hearing that his voice had gotten a weirdly high/low mixture, almost like a rough woman and a monster speaking the same thing simultaneously, and began to mutter to himself, “How did you let this happen?" he bullied himself 'You know that this cannot be as it is…" he said to nobody in particular, feeling like the entire world had cheated him. And maybe it had. When he reached down and felt up his cunt he found his dick and balls were gone.

“Great" he said aloud “Your father is an ogre, you are an ogre, and now you are a woman" he considered going out and trying to appeal to others, but that seemed like an overall poor strategy. He could maybe convince them…'No, just tell the truth" he told himself dogmatically “They will have to believe things that have truly happened, otherwise they would hardly be honest"

Feeling emboldened by the very idea, he got out from under the rock and looked around, remembering there was a small farming village in less than a day's ride from the village, probably no longer as a walk with his huge legs. As he started for it he felt that his knees got sore and his body had to sort of waddle. He was a woman, of sorts, but a very ugly one with no real conception of grace. He wished his legs were longer and his torso was shorter, but he knew that wishing would get him nowhere. He called for his horse when he got tired, but the beauty was only used to receiving calls from its true master.

The arduous walk ended around dawn and he could see the great buildings of the village, finding the church steeple first. He knew that if he showed he was a true and honest Christian than the people of the village would ave to see him as more than just a dumb ogre, would have to realize that he was indeed a human being with his own intelligence and spirit who was just inconvenienced by a spell. But as he approached he received only screams. Attempts to explain his position were met with stones, directed at his body with surprisingly strong arms and good aim, followed by people bearing torches and pitchforks toward him.

He was a sobbing mess by the time he was leaving the village, feeling completely betrayed by his nation, himself, and his god he knew that other ogres were safe in their village, so he entered, hoping that his sobbing would not attract as much attention as it could while he slept against a tree in the middle of the say, snoring loudly as his dreams were invaded by uncouth thoughts.

His father as an ogre king was making violent love to him and both were releasing copious gas from the activity. It was revolting and disgusting, but he kept going because it would seem that he knew nothing else but to serve as a loved one, despite the amount of discomfort that such things would bring him.

His dreams only grew worse throughout the day, his naked body moving round and expelling all manner of sound and smells, but foul nonetheless. He felt like a factory of revolting sensory input, like something designed to be hated and nothing else. At the break of dusk when he finally awoke he could feel the tears streaming down his eyes, he had become little more than a sick joke.

Lancels father, however, was right there. He had been watching...and listening...and smelling for quite some time. When Lancel awoke he immediately recoiled from the dancing man, only to find the man's hands easily caught up with him, wrapping themselves around his midsection first, and then deeply against his ass. He moaned out and then farted, a powerful force coming from his ass as he realized how little control he was actually in, before collapsing on his father's shoulders and slightly weeping. He had never felt so weak and helpless and unwanted and humiliated, anything like this at all before in his entire life!

His father simply patted him on the back and started to gently rock Lancel. “See? Society will shun you" his father reminded him, speaking in the warmest, most paternal voice he could to his smaller, fatter, and uglier son. The boy had grown a bit dirty walking and running in the woods at night, and his ass was covered with some soil from the tree, but was nowhere near as gross, overall, as an ogre woman should be. So the ogre man took him by his hand and smiled 'So, lets try and make all of this work" he said before leaning in and kissing his son on the cheek, making a loud smacking noise

The boy blushed, twisting his feet and looking down at them. He had never wanted to be an enormous ogre, other to be female, or to be so fat, and he felt overpowered in the presence of is much bigger father...but nonetheless he still felt loved, which was a hard feeling to be in a lot of ways. He looked y and giggled slightly “Your breath kind of smells" he said, letting himself be a child again in the arms of the larger figure

“Yeah, it happens," said the great beast, shrugging and carrying him through the forest like it was no big deal, showing him all manner of strange plant before running up against some fellow ogres. Both of them were males, and a bit smaller than the father but still bigger than the daughter. They had loincloths on but were clearly excited underneath

“So, do you want your freedom now?" the father said, smirking as he pushed his daughter aside. And suddenly Lancel looked at his two potential foemen, and started backing up from them, frightened as he realized how awkwardly his body was moving. He cursed the colossal curves that he had in place of the hard, firm bodies of the ogres, bodies like the one he had had before his curse, but nonetheless he tries his best to run away.

Both of them were on him like green leaves, running so much faster his waddle was like a joke and immediately squeezing his breasts and buttcheeks together. He opened his mouth to scream but instead found a humiliating burp coming out of his mouth as his only call for help, which made the ogre king laugh in hilarity.

Lancel could feel the lust radiating as body heat, and from the way their bulges rubbed against his thighs and hands. He had become a woman, true, but had not yet suffered the ultimate indignity of receiving penetrative sex in his new orifice, and by an unmarried monster no less!

“Please!" the boys started begging, meekly struggling in the grasp of the superior monsters “Please help me!" he shouted for his father, who just looked back and smoked a bit, walking around and looking at the situation.

“I'm not so sure I should. After all you did run from the alter. You are no longer mine to save, you are free now and belong to the world" he started to nurse his own growing erection as he saw the other two continue to violate his son.

Lancel roared out again as he saw the other two ogres both remove their coverings, revealing hard cocks that he knew would be destined for his hotels in no time flat 'please!" he shouted again, struggling once more “I'll do anything if you just help me out!" he yelled, before adding “even-" he had terrible gas again, farting so hard the other two ogres stopped molesting him to laugh at him, before suddenly he was pressed into a kiss.

The ogre's mouth was as foul as anything he had ever tasted before, the thing had never known of mint or toothpaste and ate a lot of raw meat, creating a mouth that tasted quite frankly like a pile of corpses. The other gore got on his knees and started forcefully eating Lancel's ass, getting his tongue nice and deep to ensure that he would cause as much madding pleasure as humanly possible to the young man.

Between the two stimuli the new female ogre found himself falling to his knees, his great weight too much for him as he heard the,m get their cocks more ready. Tears started to fall down Lancel's face, before another burp forced its way right into his mouth, causing him to seethe audibly in front of everybody.

'Will you be my bride?' asked the older ogre king as he was already jerking off. The fact that this being as his son only made his penis harder as he really cranked himself and groaned out in infinite pleasure at the sight of this poor boy getting molested so badly that he may never get over it.

“MMMM!" he screamed, before the kiss was broken and the gore placed his uncut, smegma-filled cock right in front of his face “yes I will marry you, just please help me out father! Help me get out of here!; he yelled in excitement and terror.

“Alright, fine" the old man said, walking up to the two ogres and physically throwing the,m off of his son, getting impressive air on each before he grabbed his son's hand and pulled him up, pressing bodies together and slowly breathing into the young woman's face, embracing like lovers.

Lancel felt a bit steamy, certainly, even if it was disgusting on every level he definitely felt his chest getting hot and his hands getting sweaty simply from this most basic of contacts. It was like he had some romance switch flipped in his head and now he would only be interested in sex with this old man. Maybe the molestation was more enjoyable to him than he thought it would be. “So, you want me as your bride?"

“Yes, I do" the king said, raising and lowering his eyebrows “I think you shall be a most excellent companion and mother to my children," the king said as he rubbed his hand across his son'sb elly “and in time you will love me like you have loved nobody and nothing before, it will be beautiful"

The idea of permanence stung Lancel's mind. He had hoped that he would soon be able to reverse his fortune, but it would seem that reality would not be so kind. He would have to participate in ogre society and accept his new place as little more than a royal cumdump, as well as actually have children! All he wanted was revenge for his father, but he realized it would have been better if his father had been killed, rather than transformed into an ogre that in turn had transformed him

“Please" he moaned, pressing himself in deeper and starting to run against his dad took advantage and state to gnaw on his neck. It was gross to receive but he sort of...liked it not that he wanted to like it, not by a longshot, but the heart wants what the heart wants and his heart wanted a piece of his monstrous father more than anything else. So he kissed up the beast's own neck and found himself starting to kiss and tongue more deeply exploring the caverns of his muscular shoulders

“That is enough" the ogre king said, pressing away his daughter “You have shown promise and sworn fealty. Now you must learn how to become a proper ogre female" he smiled and slapped the boy on his tushie, making the obese body jiggle as she cried out in great unending pain. “Haw, doesn't hurt that bad, pussy" he said, in a sort of in-your face way “You need to learn how to control yourself or everybody is going to start bullying you' he said before spitting on the feet of his new lover, and then slapping her in the face “Feel that? That is what it means to be a female"

He rubbed his face, crying. It was not a hard hit, but it was very demanding, made him feel less than human, and he supposed by an objective analysis he really was. He looked back and blubbered, only to have his tits groped painfully, and then twisted, and he fell onto his knees, right in front of his father's cock, feeling like he would desire nothing more right then than a thorough raping.

The ogre king had not planned on molesting the son so soon, but now that he was in a perfect position he had to consider the possibility of using sexuality as a way to show the boy his true place. After all, sexuality was one thing he new that someone like Lancel would get addicted to no problem, an after that control would be a matter of giving or withholding sex, almost comical as a way to get his woman under him.

“Suck my cock" the ogre king said, feeling an intense rush of power as the words came out of his mouth, like he has just cracked a mystical whip that got his son on his knees and holding fast to the bulge under his loincloth, slowly rubbing on it.

Lancel knew he was being a bad body as he started tracing the enormous length, but he was very curious about sucking a dick. Besides, he was already betrothed so...it probably wouldn't be that big of a deal, would it? It was only a blowjob after all, a quick favor he would give in exchange for some basic flavors of his own. Really he wasn't even making love, just engaging in some trade

“I am waiting" his dad reminded him, and then came a demure if very masculine sounding giggle from the boy who moved in and kissed at the nasty, smegma-covered head of his father's penis and gave a thumbs up. He was watering from the eyes already, the scent was hurting him but he had no interest in stopping just because of a bit of pain, he had a real responsibility to make sure his father would be satisfied so that he could move on from here and become someone with a real chance of surviving in the orphan world.

The taste was even worse, the bacteria goop inside the foreskin, salty sweat,and natural ogre musk mushed together into a formula that had him absolutely gagging at all contact between himself and his target, but even if he had to gag he would continue to soldier on, ensuring that he would be able to suck for as long as his heart was in it.

The old man started to hold onto his son's hair, looking down at that bobbing head and grinning with great pride about him. Who else had received this kind of love from a child in recent memory? Certainly nobody he knew.

The blowjob went on and the offspring got more and more aroused, sucking in more deeply and using his lips more and more as he approached the edge of his possible placement, then looked up and started lightly nibbling on the cock, getting a bit of a rise from his partner before nibbling all around it and ensuring that he was going to sing just the right way to angle things before...perfect.

And with that the cock was going down his throat, as deep as it could as the boy just gagged and looked up in a pleasant, dead-eyed moan that brought him more headpats form the father. He kept on sucking until he could feel the precum leaking out, it was even grosser than the rest of the ogre body, and he got so excited that he farted again, making his father laugh and jam the cock even further down his throat.

After that came the more painful, elaborate cocksucking where he had to grab thighs and feel his face get warped by the assault, how it would make him cry and moan and seethe form the way the cock was beating him up and the balls were bouncing against his chin. He had to slap the thighs around just to find his place before suddenly it was pulled out and suddenly thrust in again with a tremendously forceful speed.

Lancel took it like a champ, however, closing his eyes and letting it enter as he moaned once more and simply ate all of the cock that was being fed to him, making sure to close his eyes and moaned in hunger as he was given more and more of that delicious cockmeat. He had to be sure that he was able to taste every drop of it before suddenly there was an eruption from inside of his father's body.

The cock fired off like cocks do, suddenly and violently, all down his throat and inside of him from the superior position as his father just slapped his arms and groaned like the old man that he was. Lancel just sucked more and more until he felt the next few loads coming in, and accepted those as part of life.

The semen did not taste very good, it was very bitter and salty and generally acidic, hurting his tongue and making him wish that he was tasting anything else except ogre cock and semen, inf act when he came p from the softening dick he tried to spit it all out.

The ogre king was quick,however, and the hand-gag on the mouth and nose of Lancel forced him to close his eyes and slowly swallow the disgusting liquid, after which he opened his mouth up and showed that he had indeed taken all of it like the champion of cocksucking he had truly became, and for that received a pat on his shoulder.

After that came the part where he was press around by his father 'Good show, young man, but I think you have to spend more time with other ogres, to ensure that you know your proper socialization. You will be molested regularly, that is simply our way" his father said as he grabbed a handful of ass and went ahead and jammed a finger up Lancel's anus, making the bow grab at his wrist and squeal in pain as the king merely smiled sadistically “the better to hold you by, dear boy" he explained as he kept on walking with the young man in tow

They moved through a deep woods before they finally came across a clearing, the inhabitants of which were several bathing ogresses. But they were all bathing in mud, dirtying themselves with the grime and filth of the forest rather than clear water. “What is this?" gasped the newly female ogre

“Why, it's where you're going to be made into a woman!' shout the male before he pressed Lancel into the mud, getting him nice and messy and humiliated as the girls came from all sides. As he looked up he saw that every one of them was thinner than him. Some of them were taller, and they all had a great conventional attractiveness than he thought he could ever have in his current form.

“Plump one" a muscular blonde ogress covered in mud up to her eyes started before grabbing one green goop and mixing it with Lancel's hair 'Is she strong? Asked the ogress meanly before lifting him up by an arm

“Weak as they come!' the king ensured before the blonde pressed him around and found that he provided little resistance. The wrestling techniques he had learned as a knight were useless in his new body, but regardless of that he found that he wasn't strong enough to have much of an effect on his opponent, and before he knew it whack, she had slapped him in the face with her breasts!

“Hah seems like he doesn't know how to fight like an ogre! Shout the width blonde before a thin brunette grabbed his hair and shoved his face into her ass, where she ripped an especially for fart right into his face before smashing her cheek against him, leaving him sobbing and humiliated “Yes, this ogress is such an easy target

The lessons started soon afterward. How to brush his teeth with grime, how to make sure he was always covered in mud or dirt,and how to fight like an ogress does. He hated the fighting lessons the most because all of the females would call home speak and laugh at him while beating him up in the most humiliating ways possible.

Their breasts and butts were firmer than his, and he thought made better weapons because of it, he was constantly struck by their tits and booties and occasionally bellies, and would lose for his first few days of practice. And at the end of every day his father would return and demand a new blowjob before the kid would be thrown back into the lion's den and bullied some more until the next time his dad was feeling horny, it was a very negative experience for the young man.

But soon enough the other ogresses started to teach him this and that about his body,and he began to get a bit more comfortable about expressing his messier side, finding he often laughed about the idea of making somebody else dirty, and he would often find himself molesting others or making sure that he was able to get clear shots at them.

That was the other thing, he found that in time he did actually learn to fight like an ogress, he had learned that their tits and asses and bellies were decent, but his were among the best, good enough to fight the rest off!

Their boyfriends and lovers would sometimes come too, although they seemed to switch males pretty regularly and also shove his head into places he didn;t want it. The guys, he realized, were always making sure to simplest and laugh at his fat body when they came over, just to ensure that he was the real document, he supposed.

Sex was just that, getting molested by fellow ogres and having to blow his own father day after day, hour after hour until the wedding preparation had started in earnest. In truth he had no real interest in getting married, but he was able to effectively feign excitement on occasion about his wedding.

When the day of the ceremony is getting close, he was pulled from the mud pool he had been wrestling with, and his father told him all sorts of blasphemous plans for the ceremony itself that made him sick to his stomach.

The lead-in to the event involved a lot of posturing on his part, mainly demonstrating just how much of a disgusting fucking ogre he was for the rest of the ogres, a task that left him drained and humiliated after all the burping and farting he had to do, taste, and look at while his father was making sure he was doing alright.

He was also being lead around half the forest to new ogres, each of whom would find novel ways to molest and discomfort him is his father would only laugh and suggest he fight back more effectively. Before too long he was actually slapping with his titties, but he found male ogres tended to find that funny more than painful, just like when he attacked with his big fat ass and they just giggled.

As the day of the wedding drew nearer, his dad also began to act stranger and stranger. The lad often found himself getting put over the colossal thigh of his father and spanked for no particular reason, and fingers went into his ass so often he wasn't even keeping track of them anymore, just making sure they would slide in smoothly without really hurting anything on the way there.

The sexual deviancy went on like that for quite some time, and Lancel made sure he did his best to put on a brave face. Every humiliation was met with a desire to leave followed by a realization that he was well and truly stuck, nothing was going to pry him out of his situation for quite some time so he may as well just learn to enjoy it rather than fall into total despair, or at least he told himself that

And so he kept on acting like he had reached a solution for the rest of his betrothal, until finally came the day of his wedding and he was just shaking with nervousness and fear at every thought that popped into his head. He had no idea how he was supposed to make it out of this alive

“Nervous?" the king asked, slapping his ass again and making Lancel fall back, grabbing at his chest and feeling like a proper ogre woman. Hands went around his breasts and humorously honked them as he sent his own head back and let out a long, seething sigh. He was rewarded with a kiss against his head and then a few more down his body 'What a pathetic little thing you are" observed the big man, talking down to his charge as he always did, as ogres had a habit of always doing.

“Daddy" he moaned, spittle coming from his mouth as he did so. He was feeling so gross and could feel gas about to leave his body. The ancient leaves they had him wear over his breasts and genitals weren't making him feel any better either, they were just slimy and discomforting to him “Please, you are making me all...nervous" he said, patting his enormous belly as he would usually do to communicate that he was gassy.

But the ogre king merely pressed his palm into the belly of the girl and forced down a little bit, pressing a fart straight out with enough pressure that he groaned and moaned and bubbled his way out of his gas, his actual toot loud enough that he was sure the entire woods could feel the way his ass shouted in pain, which as far as he was concerned was juuuust great for him.

“Come now," his father said, leading him by the hand “You have so much...to see" his father said in abated silence as he took his child from the inside of the small temple into the mud pit beside it. He stepped down first, leading his son at second, and a belch escaped the boy's mouth as he saw everything before him.

Male ogres immediately formed a line to his side and started walking past him, placing fingers everywhere! His breasts, butt, cunt, anus, belly button, legs, any possible place they could place they're sweaty, grubby hands was covered and grasped so thoroughly he was left sore and ready to cry. Even his mouth and nose were unsafe from invasive fingers seeing how far they could go before he started really resisting,. As it turned out, it was actually rather far before he had to make his father stop them.

They all laughed when he gagged or felt uncomfortable, and after each of the males had molested him, the females started in their own line, making sure to dig into his cunt with their fingers before kissing him with dirty mouths or offering him tits and asses to suck on, which he politely refused (although occasionally he would get his face filled with one anyway) as he tried his best not to cry.

Then came the really terrible part, when his own father pressed him roughly into the mud and let him falter around for a bit in the mid brown liquid before he pulled his head out, realizing he was exposed and too fat to escape as his father dropped to his knees with a great, dirty splat

And then he realized he as quite literally fucked. The cock went inside of his cunt slowly, making sure to tease the front for a while before the length started getting inserted through a slow, agonizing process that stretched him out and had his squealing for mercy, silently realizing that absolutely nobody would hear his useless cries.

His dad grabbed the hips harder and pulled him in, and Lancel couldn't help but think back to his great times as a knight, or as a child, or as anything but an ugly disgusting ogress getting fucked by immediate family in a mud-puddle as others looked on in voyeuristic glee, licking their own lips and slowly lining themselves up right next to him, making it clear what exactly it was that they wanted to give him and get form him as they handled his entire body quite roughly.

Then the first cock went down his mouth, and he was being spit roasted like he never had been before. His hands were going all over the place as his eyes watered and he tried his hardest to make sure that he would live, but he was choking on one cock while losing a lot of self control from the sheer ecstasy he got from getting fucked. He did not think it was particularly princely to find getting his cunt ruined with a powerful, forceful fucking pleasurable to such an intense level, but the heart wants what the heart wants, he supposed.

After that came a great number of thrusts and fuckings from a great number of other sources, all of whom were obviously seeking to dig themselves as far into him as humanly possible. His dad kept inside of that cunt as more ogre spit on and slapped his head, occasionally forcing him to quickly switch between multiple enormous cocks. He found himself belching uncontrollably son enough, forced to release the copious gas that was being forced into his mouth from the way that they were fucking hims o violently.

Everybody cheered at any physical reaction that fat future queen gave, feeling like they had somehow made him into more of an ogre by making him man or suck or fuck or burp, and he sort of felt that way, especially when covered in mud.

The next couple of minutes, though, were occupied as they men in front of him all started fucking females, the couples placing hands one each other as they all participated in their mud-orgy,and he started feeling so aroused that he had no choice but to get tingles where his dad's cock was poking around at his organs. He groaned and let himself slide on even further than he was.

He hated this kind of thing, of course. If he had the option he never would have participated in anything of the sort, but in all honesty he had no real choice. He was a slave to his own obsessions, and it was an obsession of his to get treated like a slut by his new daddy, so he just accepted it and stood on his hands and knees (and fat belly floating down in the mud) as he had the shit fucked out of him.

Attempts to be romantic were ruined as he repeatedly burped form the way his belly was jiggling, causing his father to either beat him or simply ride him even harder while laughing or proudly bragging about his sexual prowess to the ogre gods, neither of which were very princely in the mind of...Lancel.

The orgasm was building up and suddenly the new female ogre had an identity crisis.she had been thinking of herself as male this whole time, but why? Certainly there was no real reason to think that she was anything but the complete submissive bitch that she was in reality, something that was acted upon.

As she felt the marital sex build up she started considering who she had been assigned femininity by her superiors, and she should probably accept her role since that would only be natural for the person she was. She found herself biting the hand that fed her as she prepared to cum like she had never cum before.

A great light moved through her body as she started squealing like a pig and writhing around face down in the mud but she felt amazing and for that moment it was all that mattered, she was receiving pleasure on a level that she had not truly considered possible before. She was getting so hot and bothered that she would soon have to make a new choice about who she was.

Surely manners were disappearing from her skull. Those were the commands of the old masters, the poor masters who made him sad and tired rather than these new masters who made him happy and energetic. He felt his belly rumble as he farted loudly on his father's abdomen, his obese body producing so much gas that he thought he would press the old man off...but not quite, the guy stood firmly and reached forward, grabbing at the tits of his son in a rather painful hold that required all of his grip strength and a lot of his arm strength to truly complete in the proper fashion.

The female ogre, the ogre queen, the ruler of all the forest before her mighty father and husband, she realized that she loved getting punished. She wished desperately that she would get more punishment after her orgasm, but for now she was getting something just as good...cum from her daddy.

It filled her u, nice and warm as a good contrast to the cold mud all over her skin. It was like a magic goop that's he giggled about,reading of the cute little ogre babies she would have after this was all said and done, how she would become the most desirable and important woman in the entire world, really.

The ogre king just kept going, grunting and groaning until he felt he was finished,and then some more, flipping off of his wife and then pulling her over him, smirking as he started to suck the mud from her titties she realized that she was going to get more loving from more, disgusting ogres

“But daddy" she winced as she felt a cock against her backside 'Won;t they risk removing your sperm from inside of me and getting their babies in my belly?" she said in total fear.

``Don't worry" the old king said, grabbing her even more tightly “I have made sure that all of them are going to fuck you in the other whole. The one that babies never come out of" he said as he reached back and grabbed her cheeks, opening them widely before she received her painful first anal penetration.

The rest of the crowd cheered and hollered as they saw the intense sexual degeneracy going on, and the king kept on sucking those titties as the woman in his arms sucked on every dick that was thrown in her general direction, no longer respecting any law of man or ogre as she became a mindless love machine.

Gas came from her body freely as she was filled more and more, not only with cum but also with mud, grease, smegma, and the various gunk that had been in the mouths and cunts of her fellow ogresses. All of it was a delicacy to her, some things he would celebrate the opportunity to have ever eaten rather than consider in any way potentially bad for her.

And the love kept coming, source after source feeding directly into her as she mindlessly devoted herself to the pursuit of crowd pleasing, finding herself so disgusting an exhausted that she just passed out halfway through a blowjob, sleeping on her father's torso as he kept on sucking her tits like she was awake.

When she did come too, she was inside of his bed, his cock poking at her again as his disgusting morning breaths showered all over he face “hello, dearest" he said almost evilly “are you ready for me to make sure you are properly impregnated?"

She thought for only a second before kissing him passionately, sharing her own, worse morning breath before pulling back, several strands of green saliva still connecting their lips. “You know that I do, daddy" and she did, and he knew that she did.