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“Just give it up, slut. You’ll start having a lot more fun once you accept your place.”
Sandy bucked and gasped, sweat flowing down her face as she was rocked back and forth mercilessly by the chuckling bitch behind her. She loathed that twat so much. Sandy hated her, and her bitch sister, and the fact that they’d gotten the drop on her. And she especially hated how good her treatment at the blonde witch’s hands felt.
Despite Sandy’s reservations about sex, she’d be hard pressed not to describe what was being done to her as “pleasurable.” Apparently, the pagan sisters were feeling experimental, based on the thick cock dangling between Chrissy’s legs, courtesy of her leering twin, Justine. And now she was ramming it straight into Sandy’s unprotected twat. Chrissy slammed into the other blonde, making her scream and writhe as she warred between basking in the waves of ecstasy and being horrified at the whole event.
Even while her pussy told her just how much it was enjoying the action it was finally receiving after years of lacking action, the rest of her was achy and nauseous. Sandy was being fucked good and hard, hips slapping together with the witch’s as her hole was plundered forcefully. Justine was frigging herself silly to the side, panting and dripping with exertion as she gazed at the sight of her hermaphrodite sister plowing Sandy to the side. She twitched and kicked, screaming and gasping, while Sandy was dragged from orgasm to orgasm by the fat prick filling her hungry hole.
Sandy wanted to throw up. It felt so good, physically, but she teetered back and forth between arousal and disgust at how she responded so wantonly, bucking and begging with her body for more from the cunt who was fucking her. Her stomach heaved angrily as she was tossed about, cunny clenching and squeezing Chrissy’s throbbing tool. Oh, fuck, she was going to –
Sandy heaved as she was taken from behind, retching heavily onto the floor. Her eyes widened as her throat tensed, the sensation of sick rising inside her feeling off – and instead of vomit, a flood of salty white dribble flowed from her lips. She stared, dumbfounded, at the opaque puddle oozing from within her. What the fuck was that!?!
The realization of her fate filled her heart with dread.
Oh. Oh god, that’s cum. Cum from her dick…
Sandy reared up against Chrissy, smashing the blonde’s prodigious breasts into her back as she tried to scream in terror – only for her throat to tighten and tense, clenching horribly while it let a small, wet gurgle escape her mouth. One hand flew up to her throat, even as she helplessly clawed at Chrissy’s solid body. Her throat jumped and spasmed, and she could feel it beneath her fingers when the muscles seized – and thickened.
“Oooh, fuck, you little whore,” Chrissy moaned from behind her, “You ready to start having fun with me yet?”
Sandy wanted to respond verbally, but she couldn’t. Not anymore. She scrabbled at her esophagus as it swelled outwards, expanding towards her shoulders and chin even as it grew harder with musculature. Down below, her pussy felt strange – it was less like she was being fucked, and more like her own flesh was being tugged back and forth by the wretched witch’s motions. She tried to push off the other girl’s hips with her bare feet, kicking at the ground futilely, but it was too late. Her vagina was melting, pulsing and squeezing around Chrissy’s shaft while they merged, the seam between her outer lips and Chrissy’s hips fading away as they became one entity.
“Looks like she’s coming along well, Justine,” Chrissy grunted, forcing her victim down to the ground, locking Sandy’s arms against her sides.
“Hah! I can’t wait to take that bitch for a ride when she’s done.” Justine licked her lips hungrily, staring at the horrified face of her sister’s conquest.
Fuck. These chicks were nuts.
Sandy attempted to push herself off the floor, digging her elbows into the warehouse’s concrete, only to slip back to the floor in a sweaty pile. Her heartrate spiked as she glanced down, eyes rolling in their sockets as her face was directed straight out by her stiffening neck. Below, her arms were withering away, melting into the stiff tube her torso was swelling into as her limbs were repurposed into cockmeat.
Sandy’s breasts receded into her torso much like her arms, their fatty deposits melting away as her ribs cracked and disintegrated. She could see, where their hips met, a thick tube slowly snaking its way up through her rounding chest and stomach, bulging against her pulsing flesh at it slithered upwards. Her body was losing its feminine definition, thin sides and hips bloating outwards into a meaty cylinder, a web of veins rising to the surface of her flesh.
Sandy was barely female – barely properly human - anymore. She could feel her whole body jump and throb as she was assimilated bit by bit, foreign blood rushing through her tightening torso - until her heart stopped, organs slowly but surely becoming more thick cock muscles. Her legs felt fat and bloated as her weakly kicking feet glued to her sweating body, expanding and softening while they became an enormous, vulgar sack with every passing second. The new testes filled in, hefty weight sliding into place as Chrissy’s body formed testicles from the raw flesh of Sandy’s consumed body.
Her new urethra crawled up the base of her throat, connecting to her gasping mouth while her shoulders melted away, and her skull began softening. Her beautiful blonde locks fell to the floor even as her cheeks bulged, face growing puffy and fat as a thick scarf of skin grew over the back of her naked scalp. Sandy’s vision was fading, her face overtaken by fleshy growth, lips swelling and expanding until they connected with her urethra. She shuddered, thick seed welling up from her throat. Her features melted away, Sandy’s new cockhead bloating with red flesh and blood, swelling with her host’s lust.
She could hear, but she couldn’t see. Or move voluntarily. Or do anything else but feel all the sensations of her new, hyper-sensitive form, dangling from Chrissy’s legs as a human-sized prick. Sandy’s humanity was flowing out of her in the form of precum while she throbbed and twitched, her entire body gripped with orgasmic joy as she became painfully erect. She could feel it when she filled with blood, her length growing hotter and stiffer, as Chrissy experienced the arousal of turning her nemesis into a huge dick.
Sandy throbbed against her will as a pair of velvety hands rang along her length, her new mistress’ voice vibrating down her pulsing form as she whispered huskily.
“Ready for the best part, dickhead?”
And then Chrissy’s hands stroked up, up, up to the sensitive flare of her cock tip… and all the way back down.
Sandy’s mind grew hazier with every caress of her veiny flesh, tightening and hardening, her thoughts fading away like sand in the breeze while the pleasure mounted. She could feel the pounding pulse of the damned witch’s blood through her spongy body as it expanded, growing girthier with every pass of her fingers.
Below, Sandy’s balls were growing ever tenser, churning with their mind-melting load of cum, her horror and embarrassment draining downwards, dragged into the salty oblivion of her quaking ballsack in the face of her growing enjoyment.
The encroaching orgasm was digging away at her mind, at her very soul, and there was nothing she could do about it because Chrissy wasn’t stopping, the witch was just egging her on, edging the throbbing pillar of meat that was once her nemesis as she grew fatter and tighter and harder until –
The lustful twin’s hips bucked, and she tensed, groaning with her oncoming release. Sandy had a final moment of clarity as she finally, blissfully…
Came.
Everything unnecessary about the cock’s newfound existence, like its human soul and thinking mind, emptied across the floor in a pulsing deluge of seed. Blinding, unending ecstasy filled the throbbing dick, just as it did for its mistress, the witch giving a delighted squeal as she splattered the cold concrete below with her former foe’s very identity in thick, steaming ropes of cum.
Their orgasm went on and on, emptying the painfully hardened cock of anything resembling proper sentience, the magic of its owner flooding the tremendous organ as it squeezed what was left of the woman named Sandy into erotic oblivion.
By the time Chrissy’s newly minted balls had finished unloading their precious seed down her thighs and across the ground, the only psychic impression she could receive from her softening conquest was a vague, blissful joy at the aftershocks of their cumming. The wicked spellcaster smirked at the faint, fading echoes of her once-enemy, and it was not long before she turned lusty eyes to her twin – just in time to catch Justine frigging herself to her own conclusion, the naked girl’s legs kicking and twitching as she gasped.
Her sister gave her no time to recover, however – and the blonde yelped as she was dragged closer by her darkly grinning twin, the monstrous fuckstick between her thighs already growing hard again.
“Hope you’re ready for your own test run, sis.”
At that, Justine delivered her own nasty grin.
“Oh, you know it.”
And the only thing that could be generously described as a thought in the ruined soul of the poor fool that had become Chrissy’s throbbing cock… was a growing anticipation, at the promise of countless orgasms to come, for as long as its owner demanded.
As far as what was left of Sandy was concerned, that was the only thing that could ever matter, anymore.