

non-fatal cockvore, transformation, corruption probably, musk, megahuge dick





[11:48]Not Quite Re-Class: The Abyssal battleship cackled madly, thumping her enormous tail against the water as she glided towards her opponent. Not that the shipboy was much of an opponent anymore, his oxygen torpedoes long since expended, his guns battered and bruised, his fuel tank ruptured and his hull taking on water. Luckily for him, there was a little rock to beach himself upon, but that just let the Re-class play with Shimakaze for a while longer! And she was definitely playing with him, grinning liking the lunatic she was from just outside the range of his few remaining guns. She'd taken a few hits, ripping at her hoodie and her barely-there bikini, her massive fuel tanks wobbling on her chest beneath her strained top, even as she let her gun turrets recede, breaking down her ammo and other resources into something more fit for... repurposing her prey, instead of sinking him. The rapidly growing bulge between the Abyssal's legs made that clear enough, quickly growing to outsized proportions for her destroyer-like body and showing no particular sign of stopping!

Her planes circled the shipwrecked boy, the monstrous aircraft that had chased him and brought him down now taunting him as they darted between his arcs of fire, laying down trails of thick, cloying smoke all around him, a ring of burning-bitter-sweet scent slowly clouding his eyes, hiding the horizon until it was just him and the Re-class Battleship, staring at him with those electric eyes, lust clear in her silent ear-to-ear grin of razor sharp teeth, drinking in the battered shipboy's helplessness...

[11:57]Shimakaze-Trap: It had been only an hour earlier when Shimakaze's group had been caught off guard. It was a complete shock that the pair of carriers and company had been ambushed through screens of scouts. The carrier group was naturally spread out and easily picked off one-by-one during the close quarters combat. Shimakaze had fought as fiercely as he could, only turning tail once he knew he was beat. It had been too late, leaving him too battered to push his speed. The fresh imagery of his sisters sinking into the ocean was desperately cast to the side as he fled. He knew full well how much he was being toyed with. He shot down a plane on occasion, his accuracy terrible. By now his top had been shredded completely on one side, failing to keep his smooth chest concealed. His skirt had split off and been lost to the sea, only his tight thong remained. Its bulge suppressing technology was an unlikely comfort in this situation.

Now beached on the outcropping of a failed island, cornered by the smoke trap and hopelessly out of fuel, Shimakaze glared at his assailant with vengeful hate. His chest rose and fell with rapid panting. "What do you want you fucking monsters!?" he shouted, helpless tears beginning to moisten the corners of his eyes.


 [12:09]Not Quite Re-Class: "Hee hee hee." She giggled softly, slipping into one of his dead zones in order to approach closer still. "Isn't it obvious? We want you. Join us! Your sisters will have to do it from the bottom of the sea, but you... mm." The seductive, hope-drowning scent of the Abyss closed in on Shimakaze as the Re-class strode forwards, each step making her body shift more and more, her endowments completely unhindered by any bulge-suppressing technology. Those perfectly-crafted curves were harder and harder to look away from with every moment...

"You were good prey, so I think it's fair you get [i]special treatment[/i]." The Abyssal purred like a tigress, without even a trace of humanity in her gaze. Thick, smoky musk rolled off of her body as she approached, obscuring the sun and darkening the world until he could barely even see her at all, always just on the edge of his failing vision... even as she came within arms reach, the suffocating, mind-numbing black fog laid down thicker and thicker over him, until he could barely see his own body... until he could see nothing but the glow of the Re-class's hungry eyes, the shine of her razor teeth as she licked her lips, the rustle of fabric resounding through his ears as she freed her seaport-wrecking main cannon from its flimsy prison...


[12:20]Shimakaze-Trap: The boy backed against the misshapen stone as the Abyssal's arousal was painfully clear to him. Shimakaze never even knew that the Abyssals could just sprout cannons like that, but he knew that he certainly didn't want to be on the receiving end of it. He readied his last gun towards the crazed battleship as she approached, twisting his head around frantically as he lost sight of her. He coughed when the fog began to roll over him, covering the lower half of his face with a gloved arm. "What... is this?" he stammered, his eyes squinting to get a view through the fog. His heart thumped harshly in his chest as he felt his enemy approach him, the thick smoke clogging his senses. He fired off a shot in desperation into the the cloud, the shell splashing in the distant water. "G-Get away from me!" he shouted, his face paling in terror as he flailed his arms in front of him in hopeless defense. He couldn't bring himself to think straight, the stench of the smoke driving him into irrational terror, leveraging his already panicked state. His imagination built a vivid picture of the Re-Class's cock against his better judgement, driving him nearly insane. He couldn't stop himself from producing a bulge of his own, the underwear useless as soon as his own prick began to stiffen beneath the flimsy garment. 


[12:30]Not Quite Re-Class: The battleship said nothing, simply giggling at his terror, at his arousal and dismay. A hand reached out and ripped his thong from his hips, discarding the useless clothing into the sea without a second thought. Not that the Re-class actually planned to pleasure his shaft, but it just seemed like a waste to hide it.

The glow of her eyes parted as the silhouette of that outrageously massive shafted throbbed and hardened upwards in front of her, giving him slightly more to work with than imagination. And then she was upon him, taking the remaining step or two forward that was needed to smother him against the outrageous endowment, to rub the mind-melting organ all over his body, to make her moan and sigh softly, Abyssal precum glowing jet black in the darkness as the caustic fluid dribbled from the massively engorged cocktip, drooling right on top of one unfortunate destroyer.

(Question. Does he get stuffed inside her and then melted, or does he get melted (by her sperm!) and then stuffed inside her? o3o)

[12:32]Shimakaze-Trap: (I definitely wouldn't mind playing some cockvore with ya again! Melt him inside. ;3) 


[12:41]Shimakaze-Trap: "Hyaah! Stop!" he yelped as his underwear was stripped from him, his small prick half-hard and hidden away by its tight phimosis. It twitched and bounced with every panicked step he took to readjust himself against the outcrop. He raised his arms up against his upper chest and face as he saw the massive silhouette approach him through the fog. Taller than he was, he could still make out the Abyssal cannon's nature: the texture and stench were all too familiar for the cornered boy to recognize, albeit with that stench impossibly thicker than he ever thought possible, his own summer erections dwarfed to a fraction of a percentage before the monster's potency. His gloved hands pushed against the beast as its tar dribbled over his head, matting down his ribbon and hair. "Get... g-get off of me!" he pleaded, his mind already reeling from the exposure to the aroma. 


[13:04]Not Quite Re-Class: Her laughter echoed through the darkness, showing exactly what he thought of his whimpers and protests. If anything, it only spurred the Re-class on, brightening her hungry smile further still, making her moans that little bit louder, making her throb against him that little bit harder. The fleshy monstrosity being larger than his body, those throbs were hard enough to leave marks, the heavy flesh slapping against him while her enormous, churning beachballs put out even more musk to waft upwards into his nose, to cloud his mind and sap his will. All the while, boiling hot tar poured out of the shaft's opening, flowing down his hair and beginning to stain the rest of his body as she shamelessly doused Shimakaze in the heady goop, not even bothering to try and fuck him properly - his struggling and squirming was apparently stimulation enough right now!


[13:16]Shimakaze-Trap: The hapless destroyer twisted and struggled against the solid rod pressing his back harder against the rock, his dainty hands smacking against it in balled fists. His thighs were practically pinned against Re's giant orbs, his squirming fondling and massaging them. His small prick pushed between them, throbbing in comparative weakness to the Abyssal. His body broke into a mad fever as the pitch sap seeped over his head, the heat and stench boiling his brain twice over. His eyelashes fluttered as they batted the goop and his hurried breath became a sputtering struggle to breath. Every breath made bubbles of the scalding cum messily form and pop against his lips and nose, splattering the insides of both with its tainting flavor. Shimakaze's nostrils flared under the layers of tar spilling over him, desperate for clean oxygen as it spilled over his shoulders and slid viscously down his half-naked chest. 


[13:28]Not Quite Re-Class: She groaned and cooed happily, enjoying his desperate attempts to break free. The massive weight of her sack and her shaft bore down on him, relentlessly pressing him into the solid rock. Eventually, the pressure might crush him - if he didn't drown in her tainted tar first, the sludge pouring faster and faster now as she approached climax from his efforts. Her balls churned over his thighs and his own little manhood, the pale testes building up an apocalyptic level of weapons-grade sperm, pressurized and caustic enough to devour him just as certainly as her maw. Just a little bit more now... the monstrous Re-class sighed in demented bliss, preparing to end Shimakaze's life as he knew it one way or another!


[13:30]Shimakaze-Trap: (My my, going to melt him first anyway? Or is it just gonna get even worse? ;3)[13:31]Not Quite Re-Class: (Yes :3c)[13:31]Shimakaze-Trap: (Yes for which? Getting worse once he's inside?)[13:32]Not Quite Re-Class: (Well, both, really. Sort of. You'll see in like the next post or so jeez let me build a little hype here you sillybote :P)[13:32]Shimakaze-Trap: (The hype makes me too slutty! XD)


 [13:43]Shimakaze-Trap: Shimakaze felt like he was being squashed: not only by the unholy monster pressing down on him, but by the boiling, ebony seed rolling down his body in lazy layers, each gush of Re's cum adding more and more weight down on him. His face had disappeared beneath the sheet of bubbling glue by the time it slid down his waist, his desperate calls for help or mercy fading away behind the liquid muffle. The only relief of chill he could feel was his back pressed against the rock, and that too was quickly heating up even in the absence of the demonic humor. His back arched and his hips twitched as the cum's burning touch slid over his tiny prick, swallowing its base while it smeared against the curve of its source. A high pitched squeal made it through the mask of tar, another large bubble popping against the surface. He could feel, with his own dick trapped between them, her orbs rumbling in preparation. The horrific anticipation made him redouble his sluggish effort to break free. 



[14:04]Not Quite Re-Class: Of course, the struggling only made his torment come to a head faster- though perhaps that was a good thing? Regardless, the rumbling intensified, her orbs shaking with more and more sperm- it seemed to last an eternity, but really it was only a few seconds later when she came. Her movements came with terrifying speed, grabbing Shimakaze while the shaking built to an earth-moving climax...

And then she shoved him, head-first, into the gaping maw of her enormous shaft, even as a gallons-large wave of boiling black sperm came rushing up to meet him. She moaned and screamed out her pleasure, basking in the sensation as the sludge slammed into his body, smothering him utterly, hissing and bubbling as it began to eat away at him. Or rather, began to merge with him, absorbing his essence and his life force just as much as his body. The slickness it brought let her push him in further, to meet the second shot of overpowering semen interrupted by his body, and within moments the Re had what was left of him all the way inside, with the tip of her cock jammed against the rock that was starting to melt... and which she was cheerfully stuffing in behind him, her flexing tunnel and life-searing heat breaking it down into a wall of lava behind the rapidly dwindling destroyer. After all, consistency was important, and it wouldn't do for Shimakaze to get absorbed into the massive load that she was pumping down into her cock without having the proper thickness to the end result!

Or, really, the battleship was just stark raving mad enough to enjoy crushing solid stone inside her shaft at the same time as she was absorbing a victim into her sperm, letting his mind diffuse into the thickening liquid and then fade away, screaming out her pleasure and victory all the while...


(Or maybe she wants the Shimakaze Abyssal to be as slow and heavy as possible, and ideally a carrier for maximum irony. Clearly, layering him with hundreds of tons of molten rock will help!)[14:07]Shimakaze-Trap: (I do enjoy that idea!)


 [14:23]Shimakaze-Trap: The boy's flailing was minimal as he was hauled into the enormous shaft, its squeezing pressure smearing the black cum into his skin even as it washed over him in waves of painful momentum. Crushed on all sides, with the upward pressure of ejaculation and the downward pressure of the molten stone, he was thoroughly crushed and molded by the concoction fusing with his very core. No orifice was left untouched by the liquids: cum: his brain was brined in the maddening juice and his skin paled to match the battleship's plaster complexion. The lava infiltrated his pores, filling his entire body with an uncanny weight even as sculpted boulders formed over his high-heeled rigging. Shimakaze felt the life dwindle in his soul even as he was born again, adopting the Re's maniacal cackle as he spun and squirmed with newfound eagerness, fully staining his body with the bath of mindmelting cum. His jacket rematerialized with the infusion of the molten stone and reeking sludge, taking on the mixed visage of his former attire and the face of an Abyssal destroyer. Painted across his hips and waist was the image of his trademark thong, completely dying his smaller package in the process. His belly churned and rumbled as his innards developed into an assembly line for aircraft he would soon sadistically sick on his former sisters.



 [14:28]Not Quite Re-Class: The battleship laughed along with the destroyer as he was reincarnated inside her shaft, still being pumped full of obscene amounts of sludge and lava as he formed anew. Her entire load, plus one ex-destroyer and a massive helping of molten stone, all swirled within the alabaster fuckstick for but a single long, heady moment, making the Re-class moan and sigh at the feeling. Alas, all things must come to an end, and soon enough, she grabbed onto the base of the swollen shaft and started to push, squeezing the gum-thick sludge into Shimakaze and pushing him slowly out of there, letting a comparatively tiny amount of leftover liquid bubble and boil out of the tip of that monstrosity along the way. Ever so slowly, the cock began to shrink back to a reasonable size, even while the reforming Abyssal was pushed out of it, the panting Re-class spilling him out onto what was left on the rocky outcropping, grinning and giggling at her new compatriot, admiring his body and his figure as it came together into its new, final form!


[14:38]Shimakaze-Trap: The newborn Abyssal clawed its way out from his uncanny womb, twisting and pushing against the shaft walls in eagerness to be born. He plopped down heavily into the shallow water, standing upright and revealing his new figure as the goop either finished its infusion or rolled off his body: the infusion of magma had swollen the former Shimakaze's hips and rear obscenely into a heavy pear shape, a stony flight deck had formed on top of his left arm, and his teeth glinted sharply as he giggled. "I feel amazing!" came his bubbly, distorted voice as he turned slowly to regard himself. Every motion had to be deliberate and slow from the sheer density of his body, skin as strong as tempered steel now. He opened his mouth and let loose his first plane from his maw. "I can't wait! I can't wait!" he cooed as he watched the scout buzz into the sky in search for his first catch, eyes bright with his mother's madness.



 [14:38]Shimakaze-Trap: (Phew~ incredibly fun!) [14:39]Not Quite Re-Class: (Yis <3 %u2665)[14:39]Shimakaze-Trap: (Turning him into a carrier/airbase was a great idea! :3) [14:40]Not Quite Re-Class: (Super armored carrier Shimakaze. I just wanted to thematically invert the fuck outta him~)[14:40]Not Quite Re-Class: (And maybe she should fuck that heavy butt too, but we've already had so much fun, I think it'd be a bit redundant at this point :P ))[14:40]Shimakaze-Trap: (And it was really perfect! [14:41]Shimakaze-Trap: (And that's a butt that could really crush someone, careful now. ;P)