
Tags: Futa on male, hyper girldick, amazon/size difference, some fighting, very hyper dick, unusual semen, VERY excessive semen, some extra sperm shenanigans, all the way through, pain/damage, smothering, transformation, corruption, breast growth/shemale TF, hyper ass/breast growth


[2017-11-12 10:44] Witchboy Vivian: [i]The sky was burning with the fiercest orange flame of dusk as Vivian was nearing the end of the day's patrol. He floated lazily down the beach line, a few stories high, thankful for the eventless day. He wasn't really quite used to these newfound powers of us, and he'd been told that he didn't have a whole lot of potential. But something about the whole "magical girl" thing compelled him to want to seek out evil and snuff it out, despite the same risk posed to him. He came to a stop and flipped his legs from behind to in front of him, sort of laying on the air and not caring much about potentially flashing his spats. He gazed out at the gentle waves, took in a deep breath of the salty breeze, and muttered out loud to himself, "I wonder when the last time I went to the beach was?"[/i]


[2017-11-12 11:01] Witchboy Vivian: [i]After a short moment of thinking back a normal life, Vivian continued along his way. "There's just that abandoned lighthouse left," he thought. Indeed, there was a lighthouse perched upon a rocky outcropping covered in overgrowth only about a mile before him. "I don't even sense anything, but if I don't check, they'll strap that damn cage on my dick and..." he shuddered in the brief glimpse of violation his mind's eye spied. It didn't take him very long-his flying was respectable at least-until he dropped down beside the huge mason cylinder, another careless flash of a shiny bulge for nobody to witness. He placed both gloved hands against the wall, his back to the sea, and a large spell circle appeared against the surface. He closed his eyes and focused as he began to scan the surroundings for malicious spirits or whatever it was magical girls fought.[/i]


[2017-11-12 11:30] *Not Quite Re-Class  lurked beneath the spooky lighthouse! At least, it HAD. The magic circle sent energy through the structure, and it awakened the beast that lurked within. A foul, depraved cackle echoed across the beach and into Vivian's ears as the drowned, maddened warship-spirit stirred. Eyes glowed in the dark, ebony plating writhed and rumbled, machinery groaned to unholy life, and the half-sentient, half-animalistic thing broke its meager, practically accidental confines, a tail whipping out and taking out a wall! The bricks shuddered and sagged. Then they fell as the beast leapt out of the basement, scrabbling wildly up and out while the lighthouse collapsed around her. [sub]The fact that she didn't wear any clothes to protect her big, pale, bouncy breasts and the cock dragging almost down to her ankles didn't help Vivian focus, but hey, at least she winced when stuff fell on them![/sub] "HehehahahahaaHAHAHA..."


[2017-11-12 11:45] Witchboy Vivian: [i]The resulting feedback of energy surging back against Vivian's arms lit his eyes up just a moment before the quacking started. "Uh oh!" he yelped as he leapt backwards, kicking himself into a backwards glide and putting a few yards from himself and the collapsing tower. His heart began to race, knowing he had triggered... something. He really wasn't sure what, or if he'd made a mistake, but the massive silhouette he could make out through the chaotic debris and the ear/mind piercing laughter bouncing in his cranium told him he was in over his head. He tried to open up a communications link and called into it, "This is Agent Vivian. I need back up at Ce-17!" He repeated his plea, but nothing responded to him. There was just cackling smothering his ears, and then he finally saw the monstrous woman in full. The twisted, insane smile, the porcelain skin devoid of humanity, the thick, plated tail armed with claymoreish teeth, and the notably soft and massive phallus sagging lazily... it all sent a sickening shiver down the boy's spine. He arched an arm back, a smaller spell circle manifesting on his gloved palm, and shot out a set of glowing wisps towards the behemoth of a woman.[/i]


[2017-11-12 12:09] *Not Quite Re-Class  was too big, too strong. The radio waves would probably be flooded with her mad gibbering, enough that someone might get very interested sooner or later, but the possibility of eventual help didn't save Vivian now! Her eyes crackled with their abyssal energy, focusing on her target as she steadied her stance on the sands, leaned forward, tail back for balance, razor-teeth out, like a grotesquely mutated frog-woman ready to pounce. Before she could pounce, though, the witchboy fired!  The glowing wisps easily homed onto her massive form, slamming right into the bulk of her torso and 'ding!'ing off her pale skin like steel. That... wasn't nothing, at least?  But judging from the tail swinging around to show Vivian its massive turrets, he was going to get a LOT more than he gave. "Haha! Return fire!" [sub]At least she called her attacks. That was something. Even if his world was briefly full of explosion.[/sub]


[2017-11-12 12:26] Witchboy Vivian: [i]The wisps let out great big bursts of violet, blacklight flames when they collided with the maddened spirit, their incredible heat kissing Vivian's cheeks even from the few yards' distance between the two. He peered down as all six met their stationary mark, only to be overcome with dread when the flames dissipated and the demonic something stood unscathed. There wasn't even a sway or a bounce from that heavy, supportless bust! Out of ammo as the wisps flew back towards him, he twisted and tucked his arms tightly to his sides, flying as fast as he could perpendicular to a firing trajectory. He screamed out into his magical communication link once more with heightened panic, "I repeat, I need backup at Ce-17!!" He twisted and rolled as flak began to burst all around him, his face numb with terror and seabreeze alike.

[2017-11-12 13:27] *Not Quite Re-Class  [s]'s tits totally bounced, thank you very much![/s] watched, feet planted firmly, motionless but for the swing of her tail and the tilt of her head as she watched her volley land. Maybe she should have used lighter weaponry? Well, she landed a hit anyways! The spirit grinned as Vivian bounced across the sand, tensing her legs in preparation to pounce onto the stunned magical girl. Almost as an afterthought, she reached for her shapely hip and pulled a long, dark torpedo from its turreted mount, twirling it between her fingers like a dart. Hmmm... no, wait, she should use a full spread! With a cackle, the boat grabbed a handful of torps and tossed them haphazardly at Vivian's location, stepping forward behind her little wall of explosions!

[2017-11-12 13:38] Witchboy Vivian: [i][s]Yes okay bouncy titties.[/s] Vivian groaned in the light clouding of sand kicked up from impact, rolling over upright as soon as his aching joints would allow. By the time the sand had all settled and his senses came to, he saw the spread of propellered tubes soaring through the air towards him. He was no war nerd, but it didn't take a naval tactician to tell how dangerous those oxygen torpedoes were. He scrambled, pushing off the ground to hover only a few inches before they connected with the ground near him and blew even wider craters in the beach. His arms swung to shield his face as the explosive heat washed over him, shockwaves sending him rocketing even further back until he skid down again. Vivian laid before the mound of displaced sand, chest heaving and dress completely disintegrated below his bust line. His stockings were littered with holes and he'd lost his gloves, but his shiny spats still remained intact and bulging with their treasured contents. His whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, setting sun shining brightly off his supple skin. He tried to pick himself up, but his shaking arms gave out when he tried to push off the ground.[/i]

[2017-11-16 11:19] *Not Quite Re-Class  bounded after the wake of the explosions, her eyes crackling in the smoke. The abyssal monstrosity was surprisingly agile, landing halfway there and bounding forwards again as Vivian skidded to a halt. Seeing him down, unable to get up, she bared her fangs, took one final leap, and landed astride his head.

Then she turned around and sat on his adorably terrified little face.

Her plump ass sunk into the sand, while his sight was graced with both of her masiive balls (were they even bigger than before?) completely smothering his head. Black veins pulsed angrily across the immense, pale orbs. His mind was drowned in the bitter, choking stench of gallon after gallon of demonic cum, sloshing in that churning, potent sack. Her cock, bigger than his entire body before it even began to harden, throbbed lazily upwards, over his body, each beat of that powerful heart pumping the monochrome flesh thicker, heavier. 

Precum began to drool from the cock's tip in thick, chunky globules, as if she didn't need an orgasm to pour out perfectly good sperm. Black and burning hot, like heavy tar, it splattered against his body, burned into his flesh. A feeling of utter [b]violation[/b] swept over the helpless witchboy as the corrupting demonic essence sunk into him, the sheer power of her virility rapidly chewing away at his humanity. Even the steam coming off it was more like a thick cloud of shadow or smoke, clinging to him, bathing him in her raw, unadulterated evil. 

At least his head wasn't getting bathed... that is, until he saw that same substance begin to leak out of her skin, tar slowly drizzling onto his face, tendrils of corruption drilling towards his brain. She wasn't just leaking it, she was [b]sweating[/b] it, moaning happily as she lightly ground her swelling balls and thickening cock onto Vivian, using her hands to hold the massive shaft gently between her fat, juicy tits, even as gallon after gallon splattered across his crotch, while the rest of her cock and sack painted him with her stench and with the steady drip-drip-drip of the boiling hot virility leaking out of her very skin.



[11:47] Witchboy Vivian: There was a brief moment in which time slowed down for Vivian, the adrenaline gushing through his bloodstream sharpening his senses. His id screamed at his worn sinew to move as he watched the monster sail through the air with her third leg swaying gently to-and-fro between her ankles. "I can do it," he thought as one last burst of energy flooded his chest. But then time sped back up, and before he could even wince, a pair of massive, ashen calves was flanking his head. He stared up at his new, terrifying vantage point, given view for the first time gigantic, darkly marbled orbs. He'd not had the opportunity to spy any details behind the massive girth that filled the gap between the Abyssal's legs, but he certainly couldn't have imagined the sheer volume of those cum-factories if he had tried. And then he was smothered in darkness.

His entire body recoiled from the impact, the flaccid shaft first smacking into his navel and smearing across his torso before it got its due attention. His head felt like it had immediately been shoved into an oven, cloying stench burning into his skin. Vivian's senses were almost instantly deprived of anything but Re's overtly potent semen: a boiling heat blasting his face; thick, pulsing veins rubbing against him; nose staining with an oily musk; and his ears pounding with the gurgle and slosh of untold lakes' worth of demonic spunk. The only other thing he could detect was the smacking of fist-sized drops of blackened goo splattering on his chest with all the weight of a brick. Where it sizzled on his skin, and where the resulting, rolling fog heavily sunk over his body, it blushed a hot, crimson blush while it still could.

He was crying out in a muffle, arms bending to push the immovable nuts off his face. His spine arced erratically and his his legs scrambled to push himself backwards, knees bent upward. His spats shined in the chaotic struggle, the bulge underneath twitching and almooost growing from the unfortunate overload of sex. And then came the familiar burning sensation smearing across his face as the pitch began to seep from its vey core, as if eager to devour his soul. His muffled, panicked screeching rose an octave. Suddenly, large, purple flames jetted from his palms into Re's globes as he dumped all his mana reserves into his last option.


[2017-11-16 12:31] *Not Quite Re-Class  gasped and hissed as the magical fire slammed into her soft, sensitive sack. The monstrosity didn't mind a little roughness, and sure, she'd be fine, but that fucking [b]hurt![/b] "Bitch!" she swore, her tail swinging wildly as she slapped a hand down, crudely smashing into somewhere around Vivian's waist in retaliation. She slapped him wildly a few times, probably breaking at least a few important bones, before picking up Vivian with both hands, dangling him upside down as she rose ever so slightly, as she lifted him up, up above her cock, not that he could even get a great look thanks to her turning him away from her. Cum and musk spurted onto his face from a cock bigger than he was... and then she pushed him down.

Slammed him down like a jackhammer, in fact. The cock was jammed into his throat, possibly breaking his neck or at least his jaw from the force and the sheer immense girth shoving him open. Slammed further down his tract, probably causing horrific internal damage but he'd get better after being corrupted thoroughly, right? And she didn't really mind if he felt a little (or a lot of!) pain after his last hurrah there. Even before she bottomed out, she had already gone all the way through, cocktip emerging from his ass and pumping out waves of precum to drool back down and drown his rear-cheeks while she howled in pleasure. Finally, at the end of that immense movement, Vivian was face-to-face with that gigantic sack again, hanging in front of him, already cooking him with its musk.

And that was before she flopped forward onto all fours, the cock-impaled boy smashed into the sand beneath her belly as she landed. Her titanic wrecking balls battered his face and most of his upper body, painting it with potent musk and malicious seed. She was still pouring out plenty of corruptive essence, even from inside him, basting his face in it, letting it soak into his damaged insides and into his bloodstream.. and that was before she even started to fuck him in her new position. ~


[2017-11-16 12:54] *Witchboy Vivian  gasped and coughed for fresh air, face already slimy with the smearing of sweated virility. His arms swung to his sides to tend to his bruised and battered body, hardly even able to appreciate the respite of fresh air. Yeah, some ribs were probably cracked, but the pain was secondary to the fear and panic and corruptive sexual overload priming his body. And then, with a grip around his torso, was brought up to stare down the barrel of the canon. Not even the feminine bosom at his level (which he might've been able to get lost in in another life), was the comfort one might expect of a bountiful valley.n the brief exposure to oxygen when he was smashed into the ground where the dense, moist fog of demonic pheromones could surround and drown him. 


[2017-11-16 13:25] *Not Quite Re-Class  cackled and gibbered cheerfully once again, now that she had Vivian right where she wanted- namely, being used as a sextoy for her monstrous length! Her curves, breasts and ass alike, bounced wildly as she slammed into her fleshlight, not that he could appreciate that when he was face down in the sand, color draining from his body as he was rotted and corrupted from the inside out by the sheer potency rolling off her flesh in waves of viscous, tar-thick evil. And, he might or might not realize, he was getting lower. She wasn't just thrusting back and forth, she was thrusting [b]down[/b], pushing him deeper into the soft sand with every motion, hollowing out craters that then collapsed around him. Slowly, she changed her angle, even as his ass sunk deeper in, immersed in a growing pool of seed swirling around him, filling up the sand, coating more and more of his body in semi-solid sludge. The laughing, moaning monster was going from  fucking him like a dog to literally fucking him straight down into the ground, burying him deeper with every jaw-breaking thrust that sent those roiling orbs of molten lead smashing against his defenseless face. The deeper he went, the more of her overflowing virility pooled around him, thickening sperm entrapping him, sand pushing in on all sides, musk blocking any hint of oxygen that the monster herself didn't. [sub]By the time she came, he wouldn't even peek out from beneath the surrounding sand! Just a long tunnel filled with Vivian and little swimming pools of her virility,
 rapidly baking and basting him into a corrupted, depraved fucktoy. ♥[/sub]


[2017-11-16 13:45] Witchboy Vivian: [i]All that Vivian could manage was guttural gagging from his throat and slimey squelching from his rear the behemoth ground against his tight, fleshlight of a body. Breathing through his nose was erratic and sudden, often causing the black sludge on his face to bubble up and slurry just above the throbbing vein splitting his upper lip. Bones and joints creaked as he was shoved into the now soppy oilsands, the cock beneath him digging his grave and gushing it up with ballgoo all at once. He was only vaguely aware of the sinking, his head being consumed by the baking-hot sack when it slammed into his face with all the force of a semi, but the changing angle certainly made it easier for the cock to cover more ground. Where once he was almost on all fours in a reverse-doggystyle, his head was now poking out from a the bottom of a crater where the monstrosity pounded straight downward into him. The earth gripped him tight enough for a beastly fucking then, held stable by the half-congealed tar up to his shoulders. The gunk burned like napalm where it inseminated his pores.[/i]


[2017-11-16 14:31] Not Quite Re-Class: [i]The demon's cries of pleasure rose to a fever pitch as she continued to mindlessly pound away at her hole in the ground, her tar-flooded cocksleeve. Her hips moved faster and faster, putting her entire weight into ravaging Vivian, or what was left of him. It didn't take long, as the spirit was eager to finish off her hapless victim. Her cackles intensified, blending in and out of moans of pleasure as her body blurred. [/i] "HahahaHAHAHAHAAAH[b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/b]~" [i]Finally, she planted herself, balls snugly between her body and the soggy sand, and came. And came.  And [b]came.[/b] Those orbs rumbled and sloshed with a truly obscene, titanic volume, and every hiss of orgasmic pleasure sent another cock-distending wave pumping down that length. Somehow, it was even thicker and hotter than her impossibly plentiful pre. It totally drowned him. Flowed inside him, over him, around  him. Bloated his belly, coated him head to toe. Everything that could have been filled was filled, everything that could be corrupted by her essence was completely defiled. And it just kept coming, gallon after gallon every second. The sand around him was a thick, glassy paste, half-molten particles held together by a sea of sperm. Everything was black, and growing blacker still. The rivers of cream burrowed into the beach, flooded the sands, tendrils of darkness spreading out across the ground - but mostly beneath it. The sheer volume was enough to make the sands bulge, pushed upwards by the tar pumped inside the dunes.  By the time she was finished, there must have been millions of gallons of incredibly rich, musky fuel-sperm in the soil here, as the giggling monstrosity finally pulled out, leaving the tar to collapse onto her victim even as she herself seemed to float effortlessly atop it, getting to her feet with a supremely satiated grin...[/i]

[2017-11-16 14:57] *Witchboy Vivian  's head went blank before Re's climax came upon him, body already seeping with the demonic charge. Underneath the tar-soaked sands, his body was losing its color, accepting instead the Abyssal's grey tone. It would only get worse when the cataclysm struck the beach, his throat bulging to accept the immense wads that needed to pump through him before they could be deposited. Even being plugged through both ends didn't save his insides, with enough pressure forcing untold volumes of the jizz in through the cracks. Oddly, there was no pain anymore, despite his battered, sore state: the only thing his brain could register was white-hot bliss. The corruption drilling into his skull made sure of that. 

His mouth was left open and exposed for just a milisecond before the tar gushed to fill the void, eager to blot out every square inch of his body in and out. It bubbled for a moment, the air being forced through his system. The goop even sloshed around in his head, staining him with dark, depraved cravings. It was otherworldly how Vivian was trapped, sunk, beneath a liquid so dense, like it held him down to infuse his being. His remaining garments shifted and changed, absorbing the corrupt mana. Beneath the sands, his skin darkened to a colorless ashen tone. 

Then, the puddle began to drain into him. The volume shrank, inch by creeping inch, down until it revealed his face. Now that the magic had done its work, physics was taking charge: all the cum's mass was being forced upon the boy. Little by little, the boy was revealed as the new demented spirit he'd been distorted as: grey'd skin gleamed with a flawless sheen in the evening dusk and his hair and lips had been twisted with a ghostly blue tone. When it drained far enough, the tar twisted around a fresh set of enormous melons, easily rivaling the jizz-factories that had supplied their construction and tipped with equally massive and matchingly blue nipples. When the draining finally ceased, an extra reserve of jiggly mass was exposed in the cartoonishly bloated hips. Vivian, or what was Vivian, smirked a toothy grin between heavy breaths.