I finished it! A lot freakier and a LOT longer than I had expected. I hope you like it!





(D’oh, just occurred to me that I still did not find a good name for the ‘great demon’ to put in. Oh well, gonna post it anyway.)





The Sacrifice

By Phen, November 2016

Flames burned before Ayah’s eyes. Everything was on fire - her house, her bed, even herself. Then it occurred to her that she could not move her legs.

Someone was singing.

“What’s happening?” Ayah mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. “Who’s there? Help!”

The singing grew louder. Ayah could not make out the words, but something about them made a shiver run down her spine.

She tried to rise from her bed, but found her room dissolving before her eyes in a flash of light. The heat, the flames - all gone in the blink of an eye. She blinked rapidly into the darkness that replaced her room, and felt something around her eyes. A blindfold. Ayah tore it off and found herself face to face with a coven of cultists.

They had placed and bound her on a slightly inclined stone slab, carved with symbols that glowed an angry red in the gloom. Ayah was dressed in her bedclothes - a thin top and baggy pants, her short, raven hair still messy from sleep. A circle was drawn around the slab, and beyond that stood the cultists, men and women in black cowls who chanted in the language of their infernal patron. They were outside: The wind was blowing a gentle breeze through Ayah’s hair, and the moon shone sadly at the ensemble. They were gathered atop a small hill, and dark forest surrounded it on all sides like a wall, to keep uninvited guests away.

The leader of the coven, clearly marked by the golden symbols woven into her robe, stepped forward and raised her arms. Her hood was down and showed her face: A slender blonde with long hair and elongated ears. She had an infernal symbol carved into her left cheek and she regarded Ayah much like a butcher considering his stock.

“Oh, reat Demon!” The cultist leader spoke out loud and raised her arms. “I, your humble servant Niballa, bring you this sacrifice.” She reached into her sleeve and retrieved a vicious-looking knife. “Take her as your slave, Oh Demon, and bring your judgement on this world.”

Ayah squirmed against her bonds. Her legs and torso were tied down, but she found that whoever had tied her hands had done a sloppy job. Not that she could get free quickly enough to stop the crazy woman from stabbing her. “Please, don’t do it!” she found herself saying, begging for mercy without any hope of getting it.

“Take this unworthy soul,” Niballa continued as she put the knife against Ayah’s exposed bellybutton and drew a thin line of blood across her abdomen. “And bring us all to your heaven.”

There was a flash of lightning above them, and the wind picked up.

Ayah shuddered. She felt hot. Really hot. Beads of sweat appeared on her brow as she tested her bonds once more - her hands were almost free, but not quite. And something else was amiss. She felt the heat rise inside her, an intense pressure forming like if someone poured molten lava inside her and plugged her tight. The pressure grew as it moved down through her lungs. Finally, it settled in her loins and released… With the sound of tearing fabric and of heaving flesh.

Nibella stared, knife in hand, as Ayah’s pants split down the middle and released a fat, naked cock from the confines of her torn underwear. It was huge, at least a foot long and not even fully hard, though the powerful pulses of rushing blood worked to rectify that. Nibella glanced back at her underlings. “Is this… Has this happened before?” She asked, adjusting her grip on the knife’s handle.

Ayah let out a loud, breathless moan. Her loins were on fire - and she looked just as surprised as the cultists as she raised her head and saw her girlcock for the first time. It looked comical on her petite frame, a big, angry shaft that drooled a long stream of precum over her heavy, hairless balls as it rose up. “Wha-” She gasped, pausing for breath. “What have you done to me?” The tingling of her expanding flesh drove her insane, and Ayah tore frantically at her bonds until she got her right hand free and immediately dove for her member.

The cultists talked amongst each other in an indistinct murmur. Nibella grew impatient. “No, this is not the purpose. Perhaps we have displeased the great Demon with our sacrifice. We will have to gather more.” She turned back to Ayah. “Let’s end this quickly.”

In that moment Ayah hit her first climax and gushed cum from her foot and a half of girlcock like a broken garden hose, spraying across the cultists nice, clean robes like she got paid for it. Ayah arched her back, her small, firm ass wiggling against the hard stone while her one free hand squeezed her cock with a strength that she did not even know she had. “Fuuuck-” she moaned, tongue lolling from her open mouth.

Nibella was caught by the stream of cum square on the nose and recoiled from the unnaturally hot jizz. “I’ll have the head of whoever here made that happen!” she screamed and whirled around to shield her face until her captive’s orgasm subsided. “Kill her!”

Ayah sunk back onto the stone slab. The wind had been completely knocked out of her. “Oh, sweet lord… What a rush,” she whispered and stole a glance at her handiwork with an odd sense of pride. And as she did, her cock rose again. Ayah was stunned to realize that, while her mind had been blasted from her life’s most intensive orgasm, her body was brimming with energy and ready to go. The fires burned bright, and as she started to stroke her cock again, they flared up to become a conflagration.

Ayah’s foot and a half of cock had hardly had time to shrink after her release… And now that her desire was rekindled, it began to grow bigger in powerful surges, exactly like her outrageous size had merely been its flaccid state. An arm’s length of soft cock made for a *huge* erection. Even as it grew, her balls expanded, sloshing audibly as they filled with cum and made her leak heavily even before her cock had finished hardening.

As Ayah played with herself, one of the cultists stepped hesitantly across the circle and raised a knife of his own. “As you will, Niballa,” he said solemnly and brought the blade down on Ayah’s exposed belly.

Yet in that moment, Ayah’s cock split in two, and the heavy, fleshy shaft caught the cultist’s blade and sent it spinning into the darkness of the night.

“Ah!” Ayah moaned again, staring in shock - like the cultist - at her mutation. Her fat cocks took advantage of the lull: The almost leg-sized shafts erupted once again with a deluge of cum, catching the cultist straight on and knocking him back with the powerful stream. Ayah’s balls churned, grew - then split into two as well, a pair of watermelon-dwarfing ballsacs crowding her firm thighs. “What… Why did you do this to me?”

The fallen cultist groaned, then yelled in increasing hysterics. “Help! I can’t get… This is magical, it’s doing something to me!”

Niballa did not as much as spare him a glance. “Worthless help,” she snarled. “I always have to do everything myself around here.” She went straight for Ayah’s throat, her blade glinting in the red glow as she cut the woman’s tender flesh.

Or perhaps she didn’t. The knife left no mark on Ayah, not even a line of blood on the blade to indicate its use. She stared in disbelief at her weapon.

Ayah gave a yelp of pain. Then her worries became… Something else. Her mind reach out, expanded. She opened her eyes anew and looked up at Niballa without fear. “Don’t worry about your knife,” she said and curled her lips in a small smile. “Worry about what you have unleashed upon the world.”

Niballa spat. “If this is some kind of moralizing speech…”

“Oh, no moralizing.” Ayah’s smile grew with amusement, becoming sly and wide. She nodded towards her front and winked at the cultist leader. “You have other problems.”

The cum-soaked cultist still rolled around on the grass, mewling like a scolded child. His large, formless robes made it impossible to see how he had actually been hurt, though. Ayah’s manhoods, however, presented a clear obstacle to the coven. After the storm of cum that had fended off one attacker, her twin shafts had softened again - still a staggering 3-feet long and thick like hell - and now they had started to grow. 3 feet became 4, 5, 6, and now Ayah reached beyond the magic circle around the sacrificial slab. Her balls filled and weighed heavily down upon her knees, briefly compressing - then exploding outwards like magnets with opposite charges, her two pairs of testicles becoming four, each swollen oblong sphere the size of a beachball.

It did not take a genius to guess that her shafts might be next, and so the ring of cultists began to back away from the ticking timebomb. All except Niballa - but then again, she stood outside the line of fire.

“You…” Niballa said, naked rage rising to the surface of her voice. “You have stolen my favor with the great Demon!” She took a step back and raised her hand, showing the infernal mark tattooed upon her palm.

Ayah simply moaned in response. “Mmh… Oh, yes!” She cried out as her monstrous cocks duplicated, becoming four fat fucksnakes that erupted in a terrifying shower of cum. They felled one more cultist, though the rest had moved safely to the sides. “You brought it upon yourself. You cannot even control your own coven.” Ayah’s voice was mocking, her hazel eyes alight with amusement. Foreign thoughts swirled around her head as she gestured at the squirming cultist at her feet with her free hand. “How could you command any demon when you cannot command your own people?”

Niballa glared at Ayah for several seconds. Then she strode to the cum-soaked cultist and pulled him up by the neck. “You utter imbecile!”

The cultist was grinning like a loon, but as Niballa threw back his hood, she found a different face staring back at her.

Ayah’s face.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” Ayah laughed in two voices at once. The hooded woman gleefully threw off her robe and reveled in her naked flesh. She’d always been a petite thing… But no longer. Her small breasts were growing by the moment, her hips swelling wide and fertile. Most ominous of all, though, were the heavy cock hanging between her legs, bloating and hardening by the moment.

Niballa retreated several steps. “No… What is this sorcery?”

The second Ayah raised her eyebrow. “That’s what you’re asking? Lady, sorcery is your expertise, not mine.” She giggled, and started to walk towards the Ayah still on the slab. “Or at least, that’s how it used to be.”

Niballa gave a short scream of rage and threw her knife with disturbing accuracy at Ayah’s heart. It merely bounced off her naked tits, however, and sent the duplicated woman into another fit of giggling.

“Oh, you’re really too much. I… Oh, mh!” Ayah stumbled and stopped in her tracks, moaning profusely. “It’s even better… Oh, heavens below…” Both Ayah’s groped themselves in passion, their cocks growing by leaps and bounds. Eight massive cocks splayed out between the bound Ayah’s thighs, adding foot after foot until the inhuman lengths were more than twice as big as their owner, while the naked Ayah’s merely grew to the size of her leg, before splitting in two. There was something like a thunderclap, and then the air went white with a sheer artillery barrage of cum, pouring, pulsing, splashing across trees and grass.

Ayah bent down to gather up the knife - she gave another appreciative moan as her balls grazed her knees - and gave it a curious look. “Thanks, but… I don’t think I need you to get free.” She smiled broadly and tossed it back in Niballa’s direction, handle first. Then she marched up to the stone slab and gave herself a kiss.

“Don’t tell me,” Niballa said with naked disgust. “You’ll start fucking yourself.”

Ayah laughed. “I could… But I have something better in mind.”

The two Ayahs melted together into the kiss - literally. The standing Ayah’s skin rippled like a liquid and flowed into the other, who smiled calmly and turned her head to watch Nibella’s reaction. There could be no doubt about the infernal nature of the union, as the naked Ayah’s flesh and bone became a formless flow that merged into the woman on the slab without leaving so much as a trace behind her.

Nibella held up the symbol on her palm protectively in front of her. “Fiend!”

“No, not quite,” Ayah laughed. “I’m aiming a lot higher than that.” She shifted on the stone and gave the ropes that bound her a look of amusement. “So…” She began. “Let’s get rid of these, shall we?” She flexed her bound left arm, testing her bonds. Then her hand split apart in a decisive move, multiplying into two while the tear moved up her forearm, elbow, to terminate at her shoulder - leaving Ayah with TWO left arms.

The badly tied rope could not cope with the sudden increase in circumference and the corrupted woman’s infernal strength. It broke with a satisfying snap, leaving Ayah to flex and test her new, perfectly agile and pleasingly slender, arm.

“Oh, I can definitely work with this.” Ayah sat up, still keeping the asymmetry of her two left and one right arms, and gave the bonds around her legs a toothy grin. “And… Voilá!” She kicked her legs up, effortlessly forming a new set while the original laid flat on the stone slab, and tore through the ropes and her pants in one go. Ayah wiggled her new toes a little before putting her legs down again and let them melt back into her original pair. She glanced down over herself and looked almost surprised to see that she still wore her flimsy top. “Might as well get rid of everything at this point.” It didn’t take more than a thought at this point to let her blouse fill up with flesh, the tender skin of her tits overflowing the neck of her top and outlining their melon-sized forms perfectly. Only, it was not just one set of tits. Ayah made two such busts swell out across her chest, growing until they split her top in half with a dramatic tearing of fabric and let both head-dwarfing tits jiggle freely. Her fat nipples sprayed milk like into the cool night air, making a mess of herself for no other reason than Ayah felt like it.

Nibella reached a decision. “I can do nothing more in this place,” she whispered and tightened her fist. “Maybe there is… There must be something, some advice, in the books.” She backed away from the hilltop, charting a route to the forest path that went around the huge splatter of still steaming cum.

“Oh, come on,” Ayah said in a jovial tone of voice. “Don’t leave yet. I didn’t even get to the best part, yet!” She laughed and propped herself up on her elbows, her third hand sinking into the crevasse between her massive tits while a new pair of arms materialized to caress her crotch. Ayah’s lips curled into a grin as her eyes bored into Niballa with the intensity only found in the mad and demented. “My cocks,” she intoned and abruptly sprouted two more. The horse-sized shafts (the animal, not its member!) rose up briefly in their explosive growth and fell onto the rest with a meaty slap. The constant trickle of cum that leaked from the resting members flared up as her balls multiplied to match, splattering the steaming puddles with her unnaturally hot cum. Even left in the cool night air, it simply did not change from its almost painfully high temperature.

Nibella clenched her jaw. “No need.” She turned and broke into a run. Her dark, embroidered robe moved swiftly towards the shadows of the forest, becoming all but invisible to the naked eye. But not to an infernal eye.

Ayah watched her go and threw her head back with a crazed moan that resounded throughout the entire clearing.

Even Nibella, a few paces away from the edge of the forest, felt the sheer lust in Ayah’s voice, the corrupted woman’s breath felt against her neck.

Then the sounds of flesh and fluid took over. Loud, insisting creaking of growing shafts and the rapid pitter-patter of demon-cum spraying into the night. Ayah never took her eyes off Nibella, even as she sunk her many hands into her burgeoning crotch. She did, however, grow a second head on her shoulders, this one with glowing red eyes and a long, muscular tongue that slid out and around her heaving breasts. Both mouths proclaimed their desire to the world, devolving into an almost incoherent moaning as Ayah let her desire loose. “My cocks…” “More… More!” “More cocks!”

She got her wish. By the gods, did she get it. Ayah’s ten shafts slid forward like a pack of snakes, adding one, two, three feet of thick length as they spread out. She rolled her hips next, slowly, and the flesh that poured from her loins like a wave very nearly doubled her 15 feet in the span of a few heartbeats. “Yes!” she moaned, like a queen on her rising throne of cocks and balls. “Let us… Let it go!”

Ayah unleashed an explosion of manhoods. Her 10 became 20 as each enormously hung cock split in two, but she did not stop there. Another stroke, another thrust of her hips: 30, 40 shafts grew out, swelling to the size of beached whales and continuing to fatten, lengthen and most of all, cum wildly into the night.

Nibella did not stay to watch. She ran and stared only straight ahead. The forest was dark and treacherous, and even if the coven’s sanctum was near, the sounds of cum striking the canopy above came closer and closer. Ahead of her, a glob of Ayah’s seed finally penetrated the crown of a tree, all but dissolving the strong, green leaves and painted the trunk with inches of white, pearly goo. Nibella ducked her head and increased her pace.

Back in the clearing, Ayah rose up from the ground in unsteady jerks as her many, many balls spread out over the ritual hill. She had several separate ballsacs, all of them filled to the brim with pair upon pair of loudly churning testicles. Each of those unholy spheres was big enough to shatter Ayah’s old farmhouse, and each of them might as well have contained a link to the elemental plane of cum as they fed endlessly increasing shots of corrupting cream down her bulging urethras.

The queen of flesh laughed as her humanity warped and withered away. Her every word, every sound was a moan, a sultry proclamation of the glory of her body. Her left head’s tongue attended to her enormous breasts, which were crowned with a pink, puffy areola bigger than a brothel Madam’s bra size, until even that long, slippery muscle became insufficient for their constantly growing magnitude. So, Ayah spread her lips wider and simply slid two more tongues from her mouth, the dexterous lengths wrapping around each other like a braid before splitting to service her torso-dwarfing breasts.

Her right head, bereft of entertainment as Nibella disappeared into the woods, clicked her tongue and willed a third head to appear on her widening shoulders. Again, an imperfect replica: Her pearly teeth had grown sharp and her ears started to elongate into a sharp ridge. Still, she had the same cute, short hair and a dazzling smile - so Ayah wasted no time and drew herself into a lustful, deeply narcissistic french kiss.

Her four sets of arms moved constantly. They groped her enormous, milk-gushing nipples, stroked her widening hips and urged on the army of dicks between her legs. They touched upon her growing ass, too, and the blooming flower within. Ayah’s pussy was not neglected: It grew eagerly at the touch of three hands, lips fattening and becoming dripping wet in moments. Her clit, too, grew, bloating to the size of her thumb before hitting its stride and swelling past the size of a normal man’s erection in seconds. The entire mound between her legs bulged, in fact, as Ayah made room for more gushing cunts.

Ayah threw her heads back and moaned again, her voice reaching far and wide across the entirety of the forest. “Mh, do you think you can hide, Niballa?” “Hide from me?” “From us?” She arched her back as a third set of tits grew in, pushing hard against the base of her wildly growing manhoods. Ayah laughed. “I’ll smother you in cock, little girl.” “My flesh is all-encompassing.” “I can’t be stopped.” “I will never stop…”

“… Growing…”

“… More…”

“… Cocks!”

Ayah spoke the last word in her three voices at once and thrust her hips forward, laughing madly as hundreds of feet of cockflesh poured out into the moonlight and smashed through the forest like it was nothing but a flowerbed. New shafts heaped upon the old, multiplying so quickly that her cluster of cocks rose above the forest like a small mountain of flesh. It would not stay small for long.

Nibella broke out of the woods on the other side and sprinted into familiar territory. The graveyard here was on the outskirts of town and rarely disturbed. It had been the home of her cultists for the last three years.

Yet even here, in the sanctity of the consecrated ground, Ayah’s cum rained from the sky. Droplets the size of hay bales splattered across the grass behind her, and as Nibella jumped the 3-foot high stone wall to the graveyard, she saw one of the slimy missiles knock over an ancient tombstone from the impact. Ahead of her stood a small collection of mausoleums, near the entrance to her coven’s lair. Two cowled figures milled around in front of one of the stone structures, near enough to take cover in the open entranceway. They stiffened noticeably in their posture at Nibella’s approach.

“You two,” Nibella snapped. “Where are the others?”

The first of the two, a middle-aged redhead, wrung her hands. “I don’t know, mistress. We got separated in the woods.”

The second, a tall, dark man with wild eyes and a shaven head stepped forward and grasped Nibella’s shoulder. “We’re doomed!” he hissed and shook her. “How can we stop that?”

Nibella gave him a swift backhand that sent the raving cultist stumbling a few steps back. “Silence, you fool. We need the circle. A ritual of protection, until I device a way to kill her.” She felt something wet on her hand and looked down with a frown. “What is… You let her cum on you?!” Her palm tattoo started burning against her skin as the corrupting cum tested her magical defenses.

“I did not have a choice! The freak just went off like… Like-” The cultist held his hands up in front of himself and went slackjawed as his olive skin turned fair, big hands becoming slender and feminine. “What’s happening to me?” He shouted, desperately, as his voice cracked and went up an octave.

“I told you to never neglect your personal wards!” Nibella said and gestured at the white-haired woman. “Quickly, there’s no time. We have to lock him in there.” Nibella gave the transforming cultist a hard shove into the small mausoleum and went for the heavy, iron-wrought door that stood open on its hinge outside.

“No, don’t leave me!” The man said, in a voice eerily similar to Ayah’s. His face softened and raven hair sprouted along his scalp, becoming less masculine and more Ayah, punctuated by the explosive swell of his her chest as a pair of huge, womanly breasts warped the shape of the cultist’s robes.

The redhead stared in utter horror. “Jeremiah? Talk to me!” She walked into the mausoleum, standing only a few feet away from her changing friend.

Nibella heaved at the door and grunted with exertion. “Make yourself bloody useful, you worthless bint! Help me seal it!”

The woman was beyond reach, though. She clasped her hands over her heart and prayed. “Save us, Great Demon.”

Ayah smiled beneath her cowl. “I’m on it, my dear.” With no trace left of the man, she gleefully groped herself through her dark robes. The sheer size of her tits tested the integrity of the fabrics, and her hips swelled out to stretch the black-dyed cotton. “Let me show you…”

Nibella spat. “Get your ass out of there, or I’ll seal you in too!”

Ayah merely giggled at Nibella, and the redhead did not move. She stared at Ayah’s impossible body as in a trance, forgetting to so much as breathe as the raven-haired demoness pulled up her robe and exposed her fat, growing girlcock. It swung out between her knees and rose like a python, adding to its veined length and girth with every passing second. Ayah grinned. “Say ‘aah’.”

Nibella drove the door shut with a shove of her shoulder, just in time to contain the explosion of cum. “Damned fools all!” she cursed, and barred the door.

There was a short scream from inside the mausoleum, followed by an overpowering moan. Then two distinct moaning voices that slowly found the same tone of ecstacy and sent more pungent baby-batter to pummel the iron-wrought door.

Nibella abandoned her former underlings and strode towards the small church at the center. It had long since been abandoned by the faith and converted to a shrine to the great demon, filled with books and arcane sigils. Nibella fumbled with the lock - it had gone rusty and was due for a replacement.

The rain of mutagenic cum intensified over the graveyard. The droplets varied in size from a mere drizzle to loads that could coat an entire house in one impact. The powerful smell of Ayah’s cock spread on the wind, and oozed from her unnaturally hot pools of jizz. As Nibella fought to get inside, a particularly accurate bolt of sperm made its way across the sky and fell towards her position.

She threw open the door and jumped inside at the last second. A great pool of cum spread over the ground where she had been and sent huge splashes of liquid flying in all directions - including inside the sanctum, where it defiled several open books that lied open on the half-dozen tables.

Nibella cursed and got to her feet. “I’ll pay you back. For every disgraceful second of this night, I’ll pay you back.” She glanced hurriedly at the books where parchment darkened and soaked with pungent-smelling sperm, small plumes of smoke rising here and there. “A history of… No, not important. Nope. No. Yes!” She seized one leather-bound tome and tore out the soiled page before the damage could spread.

She heard an otherworldly laughter. “What’s the matter?” Ayah’s voice called out. “Feeling a bit lonely? Left behind?” The pool of cum roiled and withdrew, whipping up into a whirl as it formed a figuring rising out of the liquid. It was Ayah, of course. She took her shape and color as the pool disappeared beneath her, flesh and bone once more as she stepped out onto the dry floor in the shape that Nibella had originally tried to sacrifice. “There’s really no need. In my world, you’re never alone.” She grinned toothily and took a half step to the left and to the right, splitting into two Ayahs with their arms around each other.

Nibella pressed the tome to her chest and scanned the room. “I know. You’ll have all the souls of the damned to chat with.” She lunged for the wall and withdrew a long, gnarled staff carved and painted with symbols of power. She thrust it out with a practiced movement and sent a beam of crackling, green energy shooting at the twins.

The ensuing detonation whirled up dust and parchment, and for a moment Nibella could see nothing but the bright after-image of the magical explosion in her eyes. She heard the amused laughter, however, and saw, as her vision cleared, the outline of the two Ayahs in the doorway.

“Trying to tickle me?” Ayah said and casually flicked her hand at the cultist leader. “Didn’t even feel a- Oh!” She discovered that Nibella’s boomstick had, in fact, inflicted significant damage. A huge chunk of Ayah was missing, an almost perfectly circular hole that had torn through the middle of them and left each body with a hollow half-circle. And yet there was no blood, no gore of any kind: Just smooth, rippling flesh tones around the hole. “Well. I feel we should congratulate you for your aim.” Ayah said and gave a loud moan as she started to melt into her twin, their two bodies readjusting and reforming into her default shape… But with two heads, two sets of tits and two pussies, as her two middle legs merged together and left her with three legs and buttocks, the two sets now overlapping in the middle.

Ayah reached down to her soaking folds and drew out a cock from each. “Don’t mind if I take a shot at you in return, right?” “It’s only fair, after all.” Her cocks grew rapidly, becoming like a fourth and a fifth leg on her mutated frame, before discharging their knee-jostling balls with no warning.

Nibella had no room to maneuver, no time to dodge the firehose-level jets of cum. She raised the staff in her hands and mumbled the start of a protective spell, but there was no time.

Ayah doused Nibella in cum.

Instead of being struck by a warm and wet fountain, however, Nibella found herself feeling skin against skin as the torrent struck her face. She lost her footing and fell to the ground. Ayah’s load fell with her, but it was no longer cum: The fluid reshaped into a whole new Ayah, her pert ass hitting Nibella right across her forehead and pinning the cultist to the ground as they both fell.

“How do you like that?” Ayah laughed in mocking tones. “You’ve wanted to taste my ass since you laid eyes on it. Don’t try to deny it.” She ran her hands along her thighs and shuddered in pleasure as her backside filled out into a bigger, curvier shape. Her plump pussy grew bigger and wetter, velvet folds leaking her juices like a turned on faucet and coating Nibella’s jaw in overpoweringly fragrant cuntlube.

Nibella grunted and threw the fat-assed Ayah off her face. “In your dreams,” she growled and sat up.

Another cloned Ayah attacked immediately from the other direction and was back atop Nibella at once, the woman wiggling her voluptuous booty as she pressed her pussy against Nibella’s nose. “My dreams are yours, sister. You need only submit to my endlessly growing flesh.” Ayah’s cunt grew before Nibella’s very eyes, her slit bulging between her thighs as it grew meatier and longer. Her pink, swollen clit slid down through her folds, every little touch causing great eruptions of honey as it bumped against Nibella’s tightly closed lips.

The cultist thrashed and grunted to get free, but Ayah developed her body too fast. She grew heavier, curvier - the first cum-spawned clone sat down again, both thick, muscular asses trapped her face in their combined cleavages, their pair of pussies growing so big that the mounds could hardly be contained between their thighs and spilled out, big and wet enough to swallow up Nibella’s entire head if they so desired. And then more. Out of sight, more Ayah’s spawned and pinned her down, heavy breasts and plump thighs weighing down her body until she could scarcely move a muscle. “Oh, this is sweet,” a dozen voices crooned in unison, their husky voices dripping with sexuality. “So many bodies, so much flesh. Why did you not suggest this earlier?”

Nibella dared a quick breath of air, despite Ayah’s crushing weight on her lungs. She got nothing but cuntjuices, however, coughing and hacking as Ayah’s endless nectar submerged her face in the dark, musky canyon of skin. It drenched her to the bone and spilled out across the sanctum floor, the numerous hot, wet pussies gushing harder all the time, to spray as much as her cocks ever did… And there was nothing to indicate that they’d ever stop.

The chorus of Ayah’s breathy moans filled the old church with more voices than the cult ever had. “Mmh, yes…” “Keep grinding…” “Wiggle under my fat ass…” “Feel me squirt…” The crowd used Nibella like a toy, smothering the woman in butts and pussies big enough to demand her entire leg for a dildo - and still needing more. “Mh… You’re not squirming so much anymore.” “Need a little air?” Ayah laughed and let up, three women parting to let Nibella’s face surface from the sea of flesh and fluids.

Nibella coughed up a mouthful of slime and took a ragged breath.

“Aw, poor baby. Got too much ass in your face? Can’t handle the heat of my little pussy?” Ayah said, her voice fragmented and eerie between the many, many women in the room. She was more interested in moaning and kissing, it seemed: Some of her clones spoke only the start of the sentences, some a few words here and there. The three who surrounded Nibella’s head in a ring of rump-cheeks devoted vocal cords only for speaking, though.

“You…” Nibella spoke, every syllable a strain. There was so many naked bodies around her, their exaggerated curves filling up her vision completely. Between many sets of long legs, she caught glimpses of how Ayah defiled the rest of the sanctum: Books completely soaked, symbols washed away in the messy spray of cum. Years of work down the drain. She craned her neck with considerable difficulty and stared straight at the Ayah in front of her. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, I intend to.” Ayah flashed a dazzling smile. “Especially since you don’t seem to do much for it. Didn’t even use your tongue to eat me out. That’s just bad form.” She withdrew a few paces back, forming a circle around the prone Nibella to better show off her crowd of clones. They constantly touched each other, hands groping tits and asses, the horny women kissing every other moment.

“But to fuck myself properly, well…” Ayah spread her arms and deliberately struck a pose with her hands on her hips. “I’d be a shame to not have a cock for that.”

“Cock…” Ayah’s clones repeated in a staccato whisper that went around the room, the women squirming and pushing forward to present their loins. Everyone wanted to be the first to show Nibella their development manhoods, which sprouted easily from their pubic mounds, thick, wrinkled tubes of flesh with an excess of foreskin, until their members plumped up and out, growing hard and throbbing as they lengthen towards their knees.

Nibella got herself up to her elbows and tightened her fists. Her mind was racing. What could she do? She glanced at the gnarled staff again, which laid discarded just a couple of feet from her hands.

“Is it everything you hoped for?” Ayah asked, as she started to jerk off her long, meaty cock with slow strokes. Every time her fingers reached the glans, it grew another inch longer. She fondled her heavy balls with her other hand, sighing fondly as she felt the orbs fatten and push her fingers apart. Her clones replicated her lewd actions in real time, but at their own, individual paces. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint,” Ayah said. “After all, no more is more deserving of my cocks as you.”

At the trigger word, every dick in the room multiplied. Ayah grinned impishly at Nibella and continued stroking. Fortunately, her second shaft mirrored the steady growth of her first, despite not laying a finger on it. “After all, you’re the one who caused my ascension. Made me all-powerful.”

“Enjoy it while you can,” Nibella said grimly. “Gifts from the great Demon are never what they seem. Not even your disgusting cocks.”

There was a giggle around the room, and then the sound of pulsing, swelling flesh as Ayah’s two cocks split to four. They were growing more rapidly, now, big enough to drag on the ground if not for their firm, cum-belching erections.

Nibella’s eyes widened at the sight.

“I enjoy my cocks very much, thank you.” Ayah winked evilly and rubbed her hands briskly as her legs became invisible behind the spreading wall of cock, 8 to an Ayah by now. They were leaking so much cum - even at rest - that it had started to pool up again faster than it could flow out the open door. She left precious little space for Nibella in the circle of bodies, their almost person-sized cocks threatening to smother the cultist from all sides. Behind them, other clones moved in, lewdly grinding pumpkin-sized cocksheads to swollen pussies and squelching loudly as they pushed in. “And so will you, eventually. You have nowhere to run, little girl. I am everywhere. And, as I believe I’ve told you before. I will never…”

“Stop.”

“Growing.”

Nibella threw herself at the magical staff and swung it upwards. “Cocks!” she shouted, and used the staff as a crutch to stand up. “Cocks, cocks, cocks!”

Ayah raised an eyebrow in surprise, but she made no movement to Nibella’s scheme and simply watched with amusement as the cultist invoked Ayah’s self-imposed trigger word. “Huh. Well, I agree.” She ran her tongue across her lips as her loins filled with lust like a pressure boiler. “Better brace yourself, little one.”

It really was an explosion. Flesh surged out so fast that the impact could have knocked out a grown man, meaty shafts doubling and redoubling in size while they multiplied like bacteria. Ayah raised her hands to the sky and half laughed, half moaned in a drunken stupor as her brutal endowments rose to fill the sanctum to burst.

Nibella stood at the center of it all. She did a quick mental calculation. From 6 feet the mutant’s lengths would grow to 12, 24, 48… Near a hundred feet long. And she’d have dozens of them, easily. There was no way that the building could remain standing. She pulled tight to her chest and mumbled a brief prayer. Then she gripped the staff with her hands so hard that her knuckles turned white and activated it’s magic.

The old stone sanctum rumbled. Cocks erupted from the doors and blasted out the windows like from a nest of snakes, fair-skinned flesh enveloping everything and shooting waves of steaming cum into the night. Then the structure could take no more and the stone arches tore apart. Ayah flung debris hundreds of feet into the air, to be lost among the constantly increasing rain of her seed, while the graveyards and mausoleums disappeared beneath a grotesque landscape of her sexual organs.

A foreign sense of claustrophobia welled up inside Nibella as Ayah’s hot, sweaty skin smothered her on all sides, trapping her with only the faint, infernal glow of Ayah’s aura for light. She squeezed the magic staff tighter and held her breath as a green beam of light flared from the bottom end of it.

Pointed straight at the ground, the impact of the magic lifted the staff straight up in the air, turning it - and Nibella with it - into a spell-powered missile, almost reminiscent of flying on a witch’s broomstick.

Nibella held on for dear life and wrapped her thighs around the violently shaking piece of wood. She rose up and out, moving through layers and layers of Ayah’s meaty rods before emerging into the cool air with a breath of relief. “I did it. I’m away!”

Her exhilaration was short-lived, however, as Nibella leveled out her trajectory and got a look at the situation below her.

Ayah was everywhere. Her obscene lengths curled around the limits of the graveyard like sea serpents of myth, literal tons of manly meat that could crush galleons in their coils. They rose up bigger, faster - their thickness measured in the size of houses, rising up to 2, 3, 4 stories wide and still swelling madly. Here and there, immense round shapes of breasts, butts and - especially! - balls cropped up, as islands on the rolling sea of dick.

“Seven hells,” Nibella muttered. “Who can banish that much… 'mass’, all at once? The priests of the holy citadel? I could-” Her train of thought derailed completely as she gained sufficient altitude to see across the dark forest. There, in the pale moonlight… The site of the original Ayah’s transformation.

Her growth had never stopped, not even abated. A viper’s nest of slithering, cum-slick cocks claimed the entire forest. Trees hundreds of years old splintered below her flesh like so much firewood, insignificant even against the smallest of veins pulsing across the bulging skin. A single one could flatten the king’s castle without Ayah ever noticing, and they eagerly spread across the surrounding lands beneath Nibella.

“Why the long face?” Ayah’s asked, the voice coming suddenly from inside Nibella’s head. The corrupted woman laughed. “I told you I’d become bigger. Become more.” Ayah settled into a drawn out moan of such toe-curling intensity that Nibella almost lost her grip. “And that I will never stop growing more fat, gigantic, cum-drooling cocks.”

She kept her word. Every moment, fresh shafts appeared from the grotesque scenery, her cocks greedily multiplying like hydras among each other. They rushed out, faster than a galloping horse, to add land to her domain, drowning fields, plains and woodland in endless swamps of cum. Somewhere in there, Ayah sat on her throne of flesh in a grand hall of her own design, attended by legions of her rampantly fucking selves.

Nibella breathed. At least the air was clear up here, untouched by Ayah’s pungent cock-stink. For now. “Yep,” she decided, “definitely the Holy Citadel.” She eased the magic staff gently towards the east as she wondered if the priests would take her in… And if they could truly stop the encroaching mass of infernal flesh.

“Leaving so soon?” Ayah’s called out in a playful, almost affectionate tone. A chorus of giggles followed. “Don’t you want to watch the judgement that you have summoned upon the Earth? Watch me - watch us - be fruitful and multiply?”

“I think I can do without.” Nibella left the meaty mountains behind her as she flew away, and she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of green grass far beneath her. In the distance, many miles away, she could see the hazy fires of the city of Kaldern and, beyond that, the high walls of the Holy Citadel, always lit by their sorcerous night fires.

“There is no escape, little girl.” Ayah’s voice rose in volume while the echoing giggles morphed into moans of desperation, a legion of Ayah’s crying out so loudly that they almost drowned out her own words. “All you should think about is the wonderful world that I’m creating. You will live and die in me.”

There was a shift in Ayah’s expansion. Instead of the random, outwards motion, they all turned in Nibella’s direction, like a pack of predators, and surged out in her direction. Tonnes of dick struck with earth with great, resounding quakes and river-fulls of cum gushed after her. Nibella had gained a lead, but now Ayah’s mad growth began to eat away at it.

Nibella mumbled a spell. The staff groaned beneath her, as if the wood could crack into splinters at a moment’s notice. The arcane symbols along the surface held it together. They glowed brightly and gave a flash as she accelerated. Her flight left a streak of green magic trailing behind her, like an emerald comet across the night sky.

“I had hoped that you’d play hard to get,” Ayah said. “The chase is so much more exciting. It’s enough to make me… Mh…” There was a sound like frothing water behind Nibella, great rivers pouring and mixing together in a waterfall. Only, there was no water. “You don’t mind if I cum, do you? Don’t worry, little cultist - I’ll not get tired. Ever.”

Hundreds, thousands of orgasms tore through the sky, as Ayah reminded Nibella that she was still very much within the infernal woman’s reach. The stray shots of jizz formed great lakes below, and as Ayah’s expanding shafts followed, they absorbed a portion of her seed to fire off again.

Nibella dodged from side to side, though her 'steed’s rumbling became more and more worrying. She grit her teeth. “Does this madwoman ever stop?”

The lights of the citadel came closer, but the air around her filled with explosions of cum like anti-air flak. Stray droplets of Ayah’s seed splattered across her hands. Her protective tattoo flared in response, growing burning hot as it turned away Ayah’s influence.

She wiped it off her sleeve and cursed loudly.

“Nibella,” Ayah called in the throes of ecstacy. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me? Just imagining your cute little ass… I could flood the world just thinking about it. And that sorry broomstick of yours - I have something much better to stick between your thighs.”

A burst of cum hit Nibella on the back. It instant started eating into her embroidered robes and her magic staff began to smoke. She pointed the end of it downwards, to make her landing at the foot of the Holy Citadel, but she could no longer control the speed. “Brake, damn you!” She barked and waved her free hand in an arcane gesture to stop her fall.

Ayah’s voice grew distant, though the low background of constant moaning stayed in her ears like an erotic tinnitus. Nibella could no longer see her expanding flesh, and she was almost out of range of the sexual artillery barrage.

Nibella threw a spell at the ground to brake her wild descent. In that moment, the magic staff between her legs exploded with a crackling of sickly green lightning. Then she was falling from the sky, sent rotating around herself by the force of the detonation.

She hyperventilated and flailed her arms and legs to steady herself, but the world refused to stop spinning. Her thighs burned with a dull pain from the detonation, and her robes were halfway dissolved by Ayah’s cum. The single positive thing was that the pain of her protective tattoo felt slightly better, as the impact of the magic staff’s discharge against her hand numbed her fingers with shock.

The ground came rushing up to greet Nibella. There was a mighty thud.

Nibella stopped breathing. She laid still. “Am I dead?”

She did not feel dead. In fact, she felt remarkably alive. And her thighs still ached.

Nibella opened her eyes to find a man in a white robe standing over her. He looked old and wrinkled, but his eyes were sharp and he examined her prone body like a doctor with his patient. “Lay still. Hmm. Nothing’s broken.”

Nibella raised her head and winced. “Need to… Get to safety.”

“Easy now. Don’t rush yourself.” He reminded Nibella of a kindly grandfather. “You are safe, here. Come, the mage here broke your fall. Nothing’s broken.” He helped Nibella to her feet.

She looked around and found herself in a small courtyard underneath the walls of the holy Citadel, close to an enormous gate. “Thank you.” A small wind on her back made her realize that Ayah’s cum had taken off the majority of her robes, and a self-conscious blush bloomed on her cheeks. “There’s something terrible coming,” she said. “We need to get inside the walls. Need magical protection, too.”

The robed man nodded “Best take you inside. You should talk to our captain.” He put an arm around her shoulders and walked her towards the gates.

“Yes, I need to prepare him. It’s… A bit of a long story, but you will need my help.” Nibella flexed her numbed fingers and noticed that her tattoo had been halfway scorched off her skin. A chill ran down her spine. “We should hurry.”

“We shall,” the old man said.“It’s just ahead.” He gave her a curious look. “What is your name?”

Nibella started to speak, but the words caught in her throat. She stared at her broken tattoo and flexed her hand again. The skin below the tattoo rippled. “My name…” she began, and looked up at the grandfather with an easy-going smile.

“My name is Ayah.”